Bradley stood watch in the hall, a silent sentinel to the darkness. He was keeping watch for their target, but it appeared the man would not be present this night.
He struggled to keep his eyes open. Staying so still was rather tedious, even for him, and his eyelids drooped lower, and lower...
A noise startled him back to wakefulness. Ever so slight, but still his sensitive ears picked it up. He turned, and stood straighter.
*Ooh, you should relax, Bradley.* Hands draped forward over his chest as a familiar body draped itself languidly over his back. *You're much too tense.*
"Schuldich, what are you doing here?" Bradley whispered angrily. "You're supposed to be watching from the car!"
*Oh, but I'd much rather be in here, with you, Bradley.* The German's hands roamed across his chest hungrily, loosing the buttons of Bradley's dress shirt.
The American attempted to remove himself from the embrace, but found it impossible to escape.
*Now now, Bradley, no squirming.* A light chuckle floated through his mind. He gasped involuntarily as Schuldich's tongue suckled a sensitive spot behind his ear, playing with the soft skin there.
His hands were roving lower as well, toying now with the belt buckle. Bradley placed a warning hand on top of the German's. "Get your hand out of my pants, Schuldich."
He could feel the telepath smile into the side of his neck.
"That's not REALLY what you want, is it Bradley?" His breath was hot in his ear as Schuldich gripped his hardening member and turned him around, pressing him up against the wall.
"Ahh... Schuldich..." Bradley moaned. There was no stopping this now, he knew.
He felt his pants fall to his ankles as Schuldich knelt in front of him. His erection strained against his boxers.
"Mmm..." Schuldich murmured, stroking him through the cloth. He pressed a wet kiss to hardened length, the dampened cloth creating an agonizingly wonderful friction.
"Haa..." He had to brace himself against the wall. "Oh god..."
Schuldich chuckled throatily at Bradley's response. Finally, with agonizing slowness, he removed the cloth prison from Bradley's full erect member.
Slowly, teasingly, he drew his tongue in circles around the base of his length, releasing even more frustrated groans from the American.
Bradley gasped in pleasured surprise, his eyes flying open as Schuldich drew his swollen erection into his mouth, teeth worrying the edges as his tongue flicked along the base. He clenched his hands harder to keep from thrusting and choking Schuldich.
He groaned again, stars overtaking his vision as Schuldich's tongue played wonders with his senses. He felt the world drop below him as he could hold back no longer, his pent-up release surging forth--
He awoke with a jerk. He cursed himself silently for falling asleep.
And then dreaming... that. He scowled at his bulging erection, mentally attempting to eradicate it, and the mental image that accompanied it.
He hurried down the stairs, thankful for the five flights that gave him enough time to calm down.
"Schuldich." Angrily Bradley jerked open the car door.
"H-- What?" The German startled awake. "Shit. Fell asleep."
"It's all right," Bradley grumbled, trying to keep his gaze on anything BUT the German as he stretched. "The target didn't show anyway."
"Ah. Well then, let's get back home so we can get back to dreamland."
Angrily, Brad started the car, and they drove off.