EPOV
I had been working at 'Spindle' for three weeks now. The most I had seen since I started working was a group of well suited men leaving Jasper's office one Saturday before the club opened. One man who I noticed was Billy Black the local, low class mob boss. While he was still somewhat dangerous, he tended to be behind more low key crimes, like the growing and distributing of cannabis, or the reason why the local post office was turned over. It was reported that he also had his hand in loan sharking, and was the reason why some of the druggie scum was walking around with broken arms or missing teeth all of which showed little importance to MI6.
So why was he involved with Jasper Whitlock?
Cannabis seemed a little below Jasper who tended to push Cocaine through the his mills, something that held more value than weed. He wasn't short of cash either having more than enough to be able to move and start up where ever at the drop of a hat. Maybe Jasper was considering getting into loan sharking? With the state of the economy right now, there are a lot of people out of jobs and in some dangerous need of money. Although that didn't seem to add up either. Loan sharking to the likes of the public was once again something that seemed to be below Jasper. A few hundred here and there was something that Jasper wasn't going to get involved with.
"Mason, glad I caught you. I have been meaning to have a little chat with you." Turning my head to the side, I saw Jasper walking towards me. Peter was at his side as they made their way through the club to where I stood on the balcony looking down to the dance floor. The club hadn't opened yet, and the light and sound checks were still going on.
"Sure, is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, not at all, just a few questions. Please, Mason, follow me to my office." He smiled as he walked past me towards the rear side doors.
Following behind Jasper and Peter, I walked through the back area of the club and up another flight of stairs to Jasper's office. They were chatting about some stock for the cub that hadn't arrived yet, and how Peter was going to be checking up on it. This could mean one of two things. One, it could be true though I hadn't heard about stock not turning up or two, it could be code for something else. Making a mental note to check the recent flow of drugs in the city, I walked into Jasper's office.
"Don't close the door, Mason. Peter will be leaving in a minute." Jasper spoke as he walked behind his desk and opened the drawer. Pulling out a set of keys, he handed them to Peter. "He'll be back on the floor before the club opens."
Taking his leave, Peter left the office closing the door behind him. Jasper motioned for me to sit down as he made his way over to the large oak cupboard. "Drink?" He asked smiling at me.
"I'm working, and I thought the rule was no drinking on shift?" Jasper chucked, his soft, joyful chuckle filled my ears making me smile without me even realising it. He poured two drinks and walked back over to me, placing one glass in front of me before walking around the desk and sitting down.
"Yes, but I'm your boss so it's allowed." He smirked and a took a sip of his whiskey before closing his eyes for just a second and sighing. "I am very sorry that I haven't had a chance to talk to you sooner, but things have been a little busy for me lately."
"It's fine. I guess it comes with running a club." Jasper smirked and pulled out a packet of smokes from his pocket lighting one up. He took a long deep draw before blowing the smoke out.
"You could say that. Anyway, how have your first three weeks been with us? Settling in well I hope?" Picking up my glass, I looked at the deep rusty coloured liquid before taking a sip. The whiskey burned my throat as it slowly traveled down.
"I'm enjoying it. There's not much trouble here is there?" Jasper relaxed back in the chair removing his tie and undoing the first few buttons. The very top of his chest came into view. It was tanned and smooth, showing just the tip of the indentation of his pecs. His jacket was already off and hanging on the back on his chair, making his shirt define his well toned chest.
He was gorgeous, stunning in fact, and completely out of reach.
"Good, glad to hear it. We get the odd bit of trouble every now and then, but nothing too serious. What made you pick Lyon?" He asked flicking his ash into the ash tray.
"What made you pick it?" I smirked out turning the question back to him. He slowly pushed his tongue out and licked his top lip before smiling at me. A mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes seemed to captivate me and let me know he didn't mind me turning the question around.
"Why not? It's beautiful here, and it seemed like the perfect little spot to open a club. Don't know if you have noticed, but there aren't many classy clubs around." I chuckled sitting back in the chair and resting my ankle on my knee.
"So you think this place is classy then? I'll have to make a note of that." Jasper tipped his head slightly while smiling.
"I could show you dirty if you like?" His playful tone caught me slightly off guard and left me wondering just what he was implying. Caught completely unaware by the sudden change in our conversation, I had no idea what to say.
So badly did I want to push his implications, to move forward and push his flirtatious response as I would have done if this was some guy I was chatting to in a bar, but I couldn't. For one, I didn't know if he was gay or not and two, the main reason and the only real reason, I was sent in to bring him down. It was so easy to forget during our chat just what I was here for. It flowed so naturally the way we spoke to one another, it was so hard to believe he was one of the most deadliest men in the world.
When I didn't answer, Jasper switched courses. "You never answered my question Mase, or has the cat got your tongue?" He flashed a wink so fast, I wasn't sure if I had seen it.
"Um.. I thought about heading to Paris, but it seemed so...so obvious. I heard that Lyon was a good city to come to, close to the border so that if I wanted to nip off for a week somewhere else I wouldn't have to travel far." Jasper nodded knowingly at me.
"And your family didn't have a problem with you moving to a whole new city on your own?" He paused with the glass resting against his lips before lowing it and adding. "I take it your on your own?" He asked, his eyes narrowed just a fraction, while his tone took a slightly sharper turn.
"Yeah, I came on my own. My mum did the whole 'but you don't know anyone' thing. I honestly don't think it matters how old I get she still looks at me as a baby." Jasper eyes clouded with pain and loss before he suddenly composed himself.
"Well, parent's do worry. It must take some guts to suddenly up and leave, come to place where you don't know anyone." He smiled at me before knocking back the rest of his whiskey.
"And how do you know I don't know anyone? I could know a lot of people here." Jasper smiled and tapped the side of his head.
"There isn't much I don't know about the people I employ, Mase." He smirked stubbing out his smoke. "I hear that Emmett has been shadowing you, how have you been getting on with him?"
"Really well, he seems like a good guy, through he tends to think he is gods gift to women." Jasper laughed, his head tilted back revealing the full column of his neck. My mind clouded with thoughts of trailing my lips up his neck while I fucked him against the wall.
Remember who he is, Edward.
"That's because he is. You haven't had the joy of seeing him in action yet, he really can talk any girls panties off in a matter of seconds." He shook his head. "He really must stop rating girls over the mics, everything he says is recorded, though I guess he wouldn't be Emmett if he did. Not that I encourage this."
"I remember the rule, Not that I would be rating girls anyway." Jasper eyes twinkled.
"You're gay?" He asked, not at all surprised.
"Is that a problem?" He smirked and shook his head.
"No, what ever and who ever you chose to do in your own free time is your choice. You better make your way back to the floor, we open in four minutes." Finishing off the rest of my drink, I placed it back down on the desk noticing Jasper watching my every move.
"Thanks for the drink, I'll see you later." Giving him a small smile I walked towards the large wooden doors.
"You will indeed." He said as I turned the door handle.
Heading back down towards the club, the loud music was already pumping through the speakers. By the time I reached the main dance hall, Emmett was leaning against the bar with a glass of OJ in his hand talking to Garrett.
Garrett, was an interesting case. Having been sent down more times then I care to remember, he seemed to enjoy the ride of prison. More so the ride of causing complete and utter havoc while he was in there. He was medically crazy, yet had an amazing mind when it came to electrics. From reading his file alone, there wasn't much he couldn't crack into, disarm, set up and rewire. He was one of the worlds best hackers, but it wasn't just the Internet he could hack into, you name it he could crack it. And he had been around in our file for longer than I care to remember, in fact he was on the system before I joined MI6.
"Cutting it fine aren't you, Mason?" Emmett boomed at me over the music, tapping his watch.
"I have a minute to spare, actually." I commented switching on the mic and ear piece.
"Don't let Whitlock catch you later, he will have your ass, literally." Emmett chuckled out, smirking I leant back against the bar next to him.
"It's a good thing I was in his office then." Emmett looked at me questionably.
"Wanted to see how my first three weeks here have been going, if you must know." Emmett downed the rest of his OJ and tipped his head towards the opening to the dance hall.
"And of course you told him, how you loved working with me. Shit, did he mention my rating game?" Nodding, Emmett huffed. " Fuck!"
"When will you learn?" Garrett muttered.
"You know, He says he hates it but I reckon he secretly wanks off to my rating's. I give full blown details." Laughing, Emmett looked all proud and serious of his confession.
"yeah, of course he does and two fuck hot twins are about to walk in here and have their wicked way with me." Emmett grinned at Garrett.
"Now, why would they go anywhere near you when I am standing right here?" Garrett rolled his eyes. "Hey, fuck shit...Yeah you, would you do that at home? No? Then don't fucking do it here, or my size nines are going where the sun doesn't shine." Emmett shouted at some guy who was currently sitting on the bar, resting his feet on it.
Spitting up and doing the rounds through the club, I began to feel uneasy, almost as though someone was watching me. I swear I could feel someones eyes on me, burning through my skin and running deep into my soul. The feeling put me edge, I wasn't used to feeling an intense stare on me, but every time I turned to look there was no one there. Convinced I was tired and ready to get off from work, I made my way back to the staff room.
My shift wasn't until closing, thankfully. Peter had called me to cover a few hours due to Seth being ill. Seth was just someone who happened to work here, no ties or connection to Jasper Whitlock what so ever, which pleased me. He was a nice kid, a little dumb and naive, but nice all the same. From talking to him, he had told me that he was currently travelling the world, spending a six months or so in each area before moving on to his next place.
Opening my locker, I pulled off the 'Spindle' polo shirt. Throwing back in the locker, I decided to leave it here and collect it the next time I was in. Pulling on my shirt and doing up the buttons, I ruffled my untamed hair in the mirror before heading out the door to collect the rest of my things.
Weaving my way through the club, I again felt eyes on me. A heavy, weighted stare followed my every movements through the club until I reached the exits and came out of sight from who ever was watching me. Relaxing, once outside the club and away from that stare, I began to make my way towards one of the other clubs in town. I needed to unwind, to relax a little and get off.
Having already looked up the local gay clubs in the area, I had no trouble finding it. In no mood to stand and queue to get in, I managed to have a stroke of luck when I reached the club. Thankfully, the queue was short and I didn't have to wait long to enter the hot, sweaty club that was packed out. Making my way over to the bar, I ordered a beer and rested my back against the bar, watching the dance floor.
Not long past before I saw someone that caught my eye. Looking directly at me with a smirk on his lips, he flashed a wink at me. Letting my eyes run down his tall, lean body, I felt myself harden at the sight of him. His brown hair was cut short, bringing wisps of down onto his face and spiking the rest up. Looking back to his deep brown eyes I noticed he was checking me out. Smiling, I ran the tip of my tongue over my lips as he began to weave his way through the crowded dance floor towards me. His eyes never left mine, despite the attention h was drawing from others in the club.
"Liking what your seeing?" He purred in my ear as he reached me.
"I would prefer to see those clothes on the floor and you on all fours." I matched his tone, hearing him take in a sharp breath at my words.
"Demetri." He said he held his hand out to me.
Taking it, I pulled him closer, feeling his body heat against mine. "Mason, wanna get out of here?"
"Yours or mine?" His hand snaked around my waist, resting on the small of my back. Capturing his lips mine, he pressed his body closer to me, making me feel every inch of him.
The kiss quickly became heated, and lust filled. Tongues clashed together, in some attempt to get closer to each other, hips rocked against one others making us both moan in the packed dark club. He tasted of Jack and Coke, sweet with a little kick to it. It was something I wanted to taste more of as I became incredibly horny. I didn't care about finding out his life story, or any of that other crap, I had one thing on my mind, and that was fucking.
Breaking apart from the kiss, I saw his eyes were hooded and lust filled, his lips were parted and full and I already had visions of them being wrapped around my cock. "Yours." Taking his hand, I pulled him through the club and out side. "Lead the way." I murmured before crashing my lips against his, hard.
Pulling back from the kiss, he smirked at me. "Taxi, this way, unless your planning on fucking me against the wall?" Grabbing him, I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, and pressed myself against his back, grinding my hard cock into his ass.
"I wouldn't be opposed to the idea." I answered, nipping at his neck and making him moan. "You better find that taxi before I fuck you here." Pulling back from him, it was his turn to grab my hand and pull me towards the taxi rank.
"I'm staying in a hotel, just a few miles down the road. Its should only take us minutes to get there." He told me as he opened the back door to the taxi and gave the driver instructions to the hotel.
My cock was straining, painfully against my trousers as my tongue explored every inch of his mouth. Pulling him closer to me, I wanted the taxi to hurry up and stop outside the hotel, I wanted his clothes off and on the floor, but most of all I wanted my cock to be buried deep inside of him. Teasing the hem of his shirt with my fingers, Demetri whimpered slightly. Smiling against his lips, before kissing him again, my hand slowly disappeared up his shirt, letting my fingers touch his heated flesh. Trailing them over his abs and up towards his right nipple, that I pinched between my fingers. Demetri moaned loudly in the back of the taxi, grabbing the back of head and deepening the kiss.
Lips, teeth and tongues clashed together as our kiss became demanding. Lust fueled passion raced through my veins, as my cock throbbed painfully inside my trousers, wanting release from it confinements. Running my hand back down his chest, I began to palm him roughly through his jeans causing him to buck his hips against my hand.
"God." He moaned out, titling his hand back and resting it against the seat.
Continuing to palm him through his jeans, I began to lick, kiss and suck on his neck. The slightly, salty taste to his skin tingled on my tongue as I flicked his Adam, before sucking on it gently. His fingers, twisted in my hair as the taxi came to stop outside his hotel. Chuckling I pulled back and got out the taxi. Panting and flustered, Demetri paid the driver and getting out. Smirking, Demetri pushed me through the doors of the hotel, his lips attacking mine with such force that I stumbled back and hit the wall.
Pushing me up against it, his tongue darted into my mouth as his hand fumbled the lift button. Moaning into the kiss I began to undo his shirt buttons, exposing more of his flesh to me. Running my finger tips over his smooth hard skin, the lift doors pinged open. Pulling him inside the lift, I pressed him against the mirrored wall and attacked his lips with my own. As the lift doors closed behind us, I slipped my hand down his loosely fitted Jeans. Demetri moaned loudly as I gripped his hot, steel like cock in my hand and began stroking him. Running my thumb over his head, spreading his pre-cum. His hips bucked forward, seeking more, as he attacked my mouth.
The doors opened and some how we made out the lift. Hands all over each other, mouths, tongues and teeth kissing, licking and biting every bit of flesh we could get to. Slamming up against his hotel room door, I chuckled as I tried to get the key card out his pocket. Pulling back from me, he turned around and tried to get the card in the door. I continued to kiss his neck and slip my hand down the front of his jeans, and gripped his cock in my palm.
"It's not rock science, key in slot, simple." I nipped at his ear lobe as I continued to stroke him. His head fell back against my shoulder as he moaned out. "I'll fuck you against the door if you don't open it." My cock pushed against his ass as he finally opened the door.
Stumbling through the door, Demetri turned to face me. His lips crashed hard onto mine, as I finished undoing his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Demetri's legs hit the back of the bed, causing him to fall back onto it as I stood over him smirking. Demetri propped himself up on his elbows, his slightly olive skin was flushed and sweaty. His deep, chocolate brown eyes were hooded, staring at me with so much lust. How I wanted to see those deep blue eyes instead.
"Condom's, lube?" Demetri smirked and rolled onto his side to reach the bedside table. Opening the draw, he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom and tossed them onto the bed.
Getting off the bed and moving towards me, Demetri's lips met mine as he began to unbutton and shirt. Making easy work of unbuttoning his jeans, I hooked my thumbs through them and pushed them down along with his boxers. My shirt followed moments later, pushed off my shoulders by Demetri's gentle hands. He began trailing kisses down my neck and chest, working his way lower and lower down my body. Flicking his warm, wet tongue against my nipple, I grabbed his hair and pulled back to me, shaking my head.
"I want to fuck, nothing else." He looked taken back but shrugged his shoulders at me.
Now we were here, in the room, I wasn't bothered by kisses and touches. All I wanted was to fuck, nothing else. Have my release, get him out of my head so I can concentrate on my mission. As much as I was attracted to Jasper, there could never be anything between us, it would make everything far to complicated and strained, not to mention it could seriously fuck everything up. Besides, I didn't know if he was or not, and for the time beginning it was better that I didn't know, that way no temptation could be placed in front of me.
"All fours is it?" Demetri asked as I undone my jeans and pulled them down along with my boxers. Nodding at him, I climbed onto the bed as he got on all fours, exposing his ass to me.
Demetri was a good looking guy, he had everything I would certainly look for. The sight of his ass in the air, all open and exposed to me made me harden just that little bit more. But the more I looked at it and ran my hands over his smooth, pert ass, the more I thought of Jasper. His ass exposed to me, him on all fours waiting for me. It seemed rather unfair, to want the man I was in to bring down. To be attracted to a straight guy was one thing, but to be attracted to someone who was my mission, just seemed like a complete kick in the balls.
Clicking open the bottle of lube, I coated my fingers before circling his tight ring. Demetri moaned as I slowly pushed a finger into his tight, warm hole, thrusting my finger slowly before adding another one. My cock twitch at the thought of so being buried instead his warmth. Curling my fingers, I brushed against his sweet spot making him moan and push his hips back against my fingers.
"Mase..." He moaned out breathlessly.
"You like that?" I murmured, adding a third finger.
"Yes...I'm ready." Removing my fingers, I tore the foil packet open with my teeth before rolling it down my harden length. Pouring a bit more lube over my cock, I positioned myself at his entrance, rubbing the tip up and down over his hole. "You're teasing."
Chuckling, I answered "Maybe," Pushing the head through his tight hole. He moaned out, breathlessly as I slowly pushed all the way. I moaned out, almost contentedly being fully buried deep with him. Closing my eyes, I stilled my movements, giving Demetri time to adjust to me.
Pushing back against me, I slowly withdrew from him, leaving just the very tip in before pushing back into him hard. His moans began to filled the fill the room as I picked my peace up, taking him harder and deeper with each trust. He was so tight and warm, and almost perfect, yet it wasn't him I wanted underneath me, covering me with his warmth. It wasn't his moans I wanted to hear as I fucked him harder, it wasn't his body I wanted to be wirthering underneath me.
Shaking the thoughts away, I moved one hand off his hip and placed it on his shoulder. Gripping him tightly, I pulled him back to meet my hard thrust. Demetri cried out as I repeatedly hit his sweet spot.
"Touch yourself." I demanded, feeling my own release so close but yet so far.
Demetri matched his strokes to my thrusts, crying out in pleasure as he neared his own release. Feeling him beginning to tense around, I hoped that it would push me closer to my release. Thrusting hard into him, His body stilled as he cried out in an almost strangled cry, shooting his load over the bed spread and his hand.
It didn't have the effect I wanted.
Feeling my release just out of reach, I closed my eyes seeing his deep blue ones staring at me behind my lids. His lips pulled into a smirk, so full and rich. His cheeks dimpling slightly from his smirk. The tip of his pink tongue running across his lips, wetting them and making them glimmer in the light. I moaned out as my thrusts became more frantic, my release getting closer. Picturing him bent over his desk, tightly coating me, moaning out as I thrust slowly into him. Feeling his body tremble as he got closer to the edge pushed me over.
Throwing my head back and crying out, I came hard. My movements slowed down as I rode out my last few of orgasmic bliss before opening my eyes and seeing Demetri's back below me, his head turned looking over his shoulder, smiling at me. Shit!
Jasper Whitlock- One of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world. Edward Cullen - MI6 agent, sent in undercover to bring him down. What happens when the mission is corrupted with love?