Chapter 6

"You want a drink?" I offered as I closed the apartment door behind us.

"That's very civilised of you, Davor."

I smiled and picked up my crystal decanter. "Scotch?"

"I prefer bourbon, but it'll do."

I put the decanter down and opened the cupboard it stood on. Inside was a bottle of Jack. I poured two generous measures, added ice from the mini fridge, and passed him one.

"Thanks." He swallowed it in two large gulps and put the glass down. I sipped mine.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" I sat on the couch and stretched out my legs. He hovered for a moment, seeming awkward and out of place in my smartly furnished room. Then he shrugged and sat opposite me on the other couch. "Are you going to enlighten me, or is this a guessing game?" I teased, echoing his words from before.

He raised an eyebrow, then drew both brows together. "Why'd you do what you did before?"

"What do you mean? I wanted to fuck. So did you, apparently."

"It started out like you meant to punish me for something. Your girl, maybe? Or was it some sort of fantasy of yours? Whatever. So, you didn't intend to force the issue?"

"I thought about it, but I never would have done that." I shook my head. "I'm not a rapist, Petter."

"You'd have stopped if I hadn't said do it?"

"Yes, I would. I really didn't expect you to let me. Why did you?"

He shrugged. "I didn't intend to. You turned me on, and it had been a long time. I thought I'd take what I could get."

I grinned. It looked like things were going to go that way again. I threw the rest of the Jack down my neck and grimaced at the burn. "Why are you here, really? You didn't go to all this trouble just to ask me that."

"Maybe I was interested in there being a repeat performance. Obviously without the leaving me chained to a chair all night part."

"Believe me, that wasn't much fun for me either."

"Well, why the fuck did you leave me there for hours? I yelled out plenty."

"Yeah, I kind of switched off to that after a while. I apologise."

He shrugged again. "You mind if I have another drink?"

"Help yourself." I gestured at the drinks cabinet. "Dutch courage?"

"I don't fucking need courage." He got to his feet, but rather than go to refill his glass, he put it down on the coffee table and crossed the room towards me. In the next few seconds, he dropped to his knees between my feet, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my half hard dick.

"What are you—?" My words choked off on a groan as he sucked me into his mouth. "Oh, fuck."

He clearly hadn't had a lot of practise, but what he lacked in expertise, he made up for with enthusiasm. He had me on the edge within minutes.

"Petter—" I struggled to breathe and pushed at his head. "Stop, or I'll come."

He pulled off me and grinned as he got to his feet. "Do you want to fuck again?"

"Damn, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" I stood too. "Let's take this to my room."

"All right." He walked ahead of me, digging a hand into his pocket. He pulled out a condom as I switched on the bedroom light, and held it out to me. "Let's do it properly this time, though, okay?"

"Fuck that." I snatched it from him and tossed it into a corner. I was never usually this careless. I'd never fucked Markus bare, even after three months, but I'd been caught up in the moment the first time with Petter, and now I didn't want to dull the feel of him.

"Look, Davor, I'm going to have to get fucking tested—"

"No, you're not. You're fine." I opened the drawer and took out the letter. "Here." I passed it to him and gave him a few seconds to see my negative result. "Something happened to me a few months back. I had this done a couple of weeks ago. I haven't been with anyone since, other than you. I should have been more careful last time, I suppose." I took the letter back. "Do you have anything to tell me?"

"No." He shook his head. "I've never fucked without protection, apart from with my wife. She hadn't been with anyone else and it was years ago."

"Years?" I raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem inclined to elaborate. "Okay. Good." I nodded. "Do any drugs?"

He snorted. "No. Do you?"

I shook my head. "Never."

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said something happened a few months ago."

Way to dampen the mood. I kicked off my shoes and put the letter back in the drawer. "I got drugged and raped," I said through my teeth.

"Shit! How the hell did that happen?" He looked shocked.

"I trusted someone I shouldn't have trusted. He spiked my drink. Some prostitution ring guys threatened him into doing it. The next thing I knew, I was high on Ecstasy, barely conscious, with some unknown freak fucking me. There may have been more than one. I don't know. Luckily, I don't remember much about it."

Petter frowned and shook his head. "Is that why you weren't going to pressure me?"

"It's one reason. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

He smiled suddenly and his eyes twinkled. "I thought I was your worst enemy."

"Well, it doesn't seem that way right now, does it?" I relaxed and grinned. "Anyway, we're supposed to be on the same side. Now that shit's out of the way, where were we?"

"You were going to fuck me."

"You know, I didn't expect you to like it so much you'd come back for more." I unbuttoned my shirt. "Married straight guy—well, I thought you were straight then. And a top. People do surprise you sometimes."

He shrugged once again. "I'm gay. I just never wanted to try bottoming."

"You do know I'm never going to do that, right?" I said more seriously, then hoped he wouldn't notice I'd inferred we were going to keep doing this.

"I know that." He took off his jacket, then removed his gun from the back of his pants and placed it on my bedside table.

"Does your wife know?" I asked.

"Yes, she knows. She's my best friend, but that's all. I fucked her a few times to get the kids. We both wanted a family. Since she got pregnant with my youngest, I haven't been near her. She has lovers. We're both discreet about it."

"Okay." I unfastened my trousers. My erection had softened, but I knew it would soon grow again. "Take your pants off."

He grinned and bent to pull off his boots. His socks followed, then he straightened up and took off his tee shirt, deliberately leaving his leather trousers until last. It didn't look like he was hard either. I moved closer. "Want me to take them off?"

"Nah. I'm getting to it. Just wanted to whet your appetite a little." He popped the top button open. "You like my body, huh? Like these muscles?" He flexed a bicep.

"You're fucking vain, you know that?" I ran a finger down the middle of his chest, then over his stomach and into the waistband of his trousers. "And fucking hot."

He chuckled and put his hands on my sides. "I was so determined not to get hard last time. I was thinking about other things to try to stop it—shooting Ulrik; something happening to my kids; all kinds of shit. And your fucking fingers killed all of that. I haven't been that horny in a long time."

"You liked that, huh?" I slid my finger farther down the front of his pants and brushed it against his dick. It was hard now and pointing towards his left hip. "You liked my fingers inside you? Liked me fucking you?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" He licked his lips. "You realise if my guys find out about this, I'll lose all respect, right?"

"Same here if my family found out, although I think I'd lose more than their respect. We'd better make sure they don't find out." I withdrew my finger, slid my arms around him, and kissed him for the first time.