Double Lives

Carter was reminded that his husband was actually very good at his job. After all he had to be grateful that Brian didn't use his talents for good, to put him behind bars. He was bright enough to know that if they'd sent Brian in undercover he might have spilled all his secrets. "You are so good at playing double agent."

Brian's smirk turned sexual, asking coyly, "Does that get you hot and bothered?"

Carter pinned him to the Skyline, and nudged his neck, "You know it does."

Brian laughed and thrust up just once to tease and let Carter know that he was not the only one feeling aroused. "You'd better let me drive us home without crashing."

Carter had a devilish smirk, as he knew what exactly Bri was referring to. Honestly Brian had told him that he could drive and not crash no matter what the distraction so he put him to the test. The sheer power of giving head while his husband had reached speeds of 150 mph was phenomenal. Too bad that they could only get away with that in Germany on the Autobahns.

Brian pulled into the garage beneath the townhouse. He was out of the car before the engine had stopped, running up to the apartment. Carter laughing in the background as he gave chase. The chase always making things sweeter in Brian's mind. He'd been quicker and managed to get the door to the flat open on the top floor. He didn't get any further before he was slammed into the wall. He groaned as he felt Carter's body press him into the wall.

Carter had raced up the stairs - one goal in mind. He needed Brian - yesterday. Slamming Brian into the wall and grinding into him helped soothe some of the initial instincts but not by much. His hands had Brian's above his head, causing Brian to whine high in his throat. One of the things Brian hated most was not being able to touch Carter in return.

Brian like per usual, was struggling with high order thoughts. It was an effect that Carter's kisses had had on him in the beginning and there was no sign that that would ever change. Brian though was smart enough to know how to up the ante even without the use of his hands. Knowing that Carter would support his weight, he wrapped his legs high around Carter's waist, and ground down. The answering groans were intermingled, but he felt as he was pulled away from the wall and flung onto the coffee table.

Carter grinned hearing Brian's growl and felt as his buttons were aggressively attacked. Brian may be the bottom in their relationship but that didn't mean that he was submissive. Brian had a devilish smirk on him and he canted his hips letting the peek of the tattoo show just above his waistband. Carter leaned over blanketing him and pulled at the belt that was between him and skin.

Brian shivered feeling the cool air against his skin, but felt no cold. He need to touch, and he pulled Carter down for another teasing kiss, nipping on his bottom lip, and then plunging his tongue deep. They duelled for dominance in the kiss, but Brian let Carter win in favour of getting his trousers off. Seeing Carter, black silk boxers with his erection just peeking out was more than Brian could handle. He needed to touch it or taste it.

Carter's chuckle, was down right filthy and Brian was never afraid to play dirty. He whined, and begged, "I want to taste you."

Brian bit back a smirk seeing Carter shudder, it was good to know that he wasn't the only one affected. He was pleased to see Carter get up on the table bringing the prize closer. They'd broken the table last time and it was about time to test the new table.

Brian strained to lick the tip, when it was in distance. Carter was straddling his shoulders, meaning his arms were out of action, but that was okay. He had skills enough to make a porn star blush - he was proud of them, but the only one he shared them with was Carter. Carter left just enough room for him to take the tip inside, and Brian fell upon it like the last ice cream on a hot day. He savoured it too, he licked the tip, tasting the precome, and then licked and swallowed the head into his mouth. Brian kept his eyes open, teasing Carter with just a look. At some point he'd start humming and Carter knew it.

Carter looked down at his blonde beauty - at times he was still amazed that he'd managed to keep Brian. He felt like the best kind of thief - one, who'd escaped completely scott-free. He threw his head back in pleasure, no longer to hold out under his lovers talented tongue. He shuffled forward feeding more of his dick into Brian, and Brian groaned in happiness and then he hummed. Carter's back arched, taut with pleasure, making Brian grin. He looked so debauched, grin wide and stretched his straining erection. He was too good at this and this would be all over before it began - He pulled away reluctantly.

Brian groaned, "No fair." Carter just loved the way his voice was rasping knowing exactly why. He would think on that tomorrow when he was surrounded by all the imbeciles, sorry Brian's friends.

Carter snickered, "Turn over. I want your ass more than your mouth."

Brian groaned, "Hell yeah."

Carter watched as he turned over and left his ass perfectly on display. Carter zeroed in on the tattoo and cupped it squeezing it gently. Brian groaned, wanting more than a grope, "Come on, you wanted my ass."

Carter leant forward, pressing him into the table. he whispered into his ear, "Yeah but it's mine to look at," A quick pinch of the tattoo to emphasise the point, "This proves it."

Brian, who had one left card to play, a little evil but hey Carter had married him anyway. He put his hands on the edge of the table, anchoring him, and giving him some support. "Fucker do something about it." He spread his hips showing Carter exactly what he was missing. And he hid his smile in the table hearing Carter's growl. And the he started to whimper, unable to hold out against the onslaught of sensations as Carter's tongue probed his entrance. He wanted to push back onto it, do something but he couldn't. Brian had teased him into action and now he had to be responsible for his actions - somehow he wasn't going to mind.

Carter seeing the perfect temptation, lay a bite to the ass - just above the devil and was spreading the perfect cheeks further. His tongue, stabbed inside and he revelled in seeing Brian fall apart under him. This was only the first part, his hand was scrambling for the lube that was tapped to the underside of the table. It wasn't just weapons hidden in strategic places inside their apartment. It wasn't enough though and his finger and he was dripping lube onto his finger.

Brian was awash in sensations at just Carter's tongue, but when he added fingers to the mix, alongside the tongue. His brain went offline. He arched his back, and tried to push back onto the fingers. He didn't need or want too much prep - he never did when Carter rimmed him. "Fuck me."

Carter stilled and as he pulled out, he moved into place, resting just at his entrance. He could tease and stay there leaving Brian on that delicious edge, but truth be told - they were both far too gone. He pushed in, thrusting deep and bottoming out in one motion. He stilled feeling himself against his lovers ass and waited letting Brian get use to the penetration. This was gonna be fast and hard - it was what both of them needed. It didn't mean though he wanted to hurt him unnecessarily.

Brian had kept his hands on the edge of table and used them as leverage to thrust back and give a very strong hint. He moaned and writhed feeling Carter pull nearly all the way out - until only the tip was resting inside, before thrusting fast and deep. He luxuriated in been taken fast and hard, and he wanted more. He pushed hard into the thrusts, ramping up Carter's arousal who then thrust harder. It was made of win as far as Brian was concerned.

Both of them were so focussed on their sex that they failed to consider the table which was rocking. A powerful snap of Carter's hips and the table went. They didn't stop, just carrying on having worked themselves up into a frenzy. Brian needed to come and knew full well that wouldn't happen unless he begged. A boy had his pride but he needed to come more, "Please Baby I need to come."

Carter's pace got harder, and when he thrust fast, and then added an extra screw undulating his hips he ordered, "Come."

Brian cried out, spilling on the remains of the broken table. The next one would have to be granite. Carter didn't last any longer coming on the next thrust, having it milked out of him by Brian's fluttering muscles.

He pulled out and couldn't help but feel a primal satisfaction seeing his seed spilling out of Brian. He stroked Brian's back gently waiting for him to focus again. "We need to shower."

Brian snorted, as he was the messiest out of two of them. "Sure do but you need to carry me until I can feel my legs."

Carter laughed, "I thought you didn't want to be the little wife."

Brian snickered despite himself, "Yeah well you fucked me into the table - literally."

Carter kissed his shoulder, "I suppose you're right. You're so high maintenance."

Brian grinned into his shoulder and ended up having the last word before the shower started, "Careful dear or I might have a headache."

They had finished the shower and knowing how their day might go to shit. They didn't start round two it sucked when you grew up and started to wise up. Carter watched Brian go back to their bedroom to dress, taking his time covering himself up. He was offering teases of all the best parts of him, and then the damn front door bell rang. Carter might just shoot them on principle.

Upon looking through the peephole he was even more tempted to shoot them. He opened the door, "Bri get some fucking clothes on GI barbie is at the door!"

Brian cursed and slipped on some jeans and check shirt. He hated Riley and the games she always liked to play - she was a duplicitous bitch. Her big problem is that he was much better at it playing two roles than she was.

"What can we do for you Riley? Shouldn't you be playing Hobb's lapdog?"

She didn't react this time just narrowed her eyes - it was safe to say that she and Brian would never share christmas cards. "We need to talk."

Carter rolled his eyes, at her stating the obvious. He had never particularly had the inclination to pander to stupidity and didn't see the point in starting now.

Riley was either too stupid, or too arrogant to notice, "Carter wants to know what your intentions are."

Brian and Carter share a look, knowing what they say now will define how they play out the rest of the operation.

They would have to very neatly straddle the lines between all sides. It was probably a good thing that the coupe was at its best and happiest in the grey areas of life.