Chapter Seven
Rory Spring 2016
“Goddammit, Davis. Would you make up your mind whether or not you want to work on the Langford case or the Columbia River Killer case? Your jumping back and forth is giving me whiplash.” Rory growled. The man was a brilliant investigator, and his ties to the military came in handy, but sometimes he would steer between the two cases—no, more like zigzag, and it drove Rory insane.
“Fuck off, Landers.” Rand flipped him off, standing and shoving his chair back. “I’m going to find Cummings—it’s his turn to buy lunch.” He stalked out of the office. Rory caught himself starring at Davis’s ass and clenched his fists. The man was infuriating, and he had no right to be so fucking sexy. His attraction to the detective pissed him off; the man was a bear, barking orders and bossing people around. Well, that shit didn’t work on Rory, and he told him so. But there were times when he’d find Rand engrossed in something, running his hand over his short, buzzed hair, chewing on his bottom lip, and fuck it all if that wasn’t endearing as hell.
Officially, the Langford case was solved. Taylor’s biological father had killed his mother and the man Taylor thought was his father, Emily and Sean Langford. He’d then spent a decade in prison in Texas before being released and coming after Taylor. But there was something about the case that continued to bother Rory as well as Rand Davis, both of them certain there was so much more they were missing. So they kept tracking people down and following up on leads whenever they weren’t working on other things. Like the serial killer in Washington that they’d dubbed the Columbia River Killer. That was in Davis’s neck of the woods, he had connections at the Naval base as well as the Pentagon, so he was a welcome member of their team. Recently he’d met Rand’s sister, Claire Davis, who was bright, bubbly, and friendly—nothing like her asinine big brother. Rand was furious when Rory asked Claire if Rand was adopted. “Hey, I thought it was hilarious.” Claire giggled when Rand stormed out of the office.
Jesus, thinking about the Washington case put him in a right foul mood. They were up to fifteen young men as possible victims in the case, nine that they’d definitively linked together. And Gonzales was convinced that the drowning victim circled back to the Columbia River Killer as well—but they would need more solid proof to add him to the list. All of the bodies that had been identified by witness, DNA, or medical records were between fourteen and sixteen when they went missing and none were older than nineteen when they were found. Though one fucking person eluded them: Judge Dickhead’s grandson. They had no sightings, no witnesses, and no body to account for Harold Tullor Junior.
The ornery detective had actually been instrumental in linking several of the victims to the Columbia River Killer, and Rory couldn’t be happier that Rand was assisting on the case. He was easy to talk to and able to pull details from witnesses with reassuring smiles and boatloads of charm. However, his mood swings and childlike outbursts like the one just a few minutes earlier, while rare, irritated Rory to no end. The man could be smiling and relaxed one minute then furious and lashing out at everyone within shouting distance the next.
If he were honest with himself, what truly frustrated Rory was the fact that he was insanely attracted to the detective. Damn it all to hell! His phone vibrated and Rory snatched it, pressing the Talk button with more force than necessary. “Landers,” he barked.
“Oh my, someone is having a bad day.” Shannon chuckled.
Relaxing, Rory leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Yeah, you could say that. But it just got a whole lot better.” He and Shannon had been dating since New Year’s and were growing closer with each passing day. Rory was his date for the graduation party Taylor and the Stones threw for Shannon the night after the ceremony in Austin. It was a breath of fresh air to get away from the job and the cases that were wearing him thin and spend time with Shannon and Taylor and the rest of their family. Even Frank had softened where Rory was concerned.
“We still on for dinner tonight?”
“Of course. I’ve been thinking about eating you for dinner—sorry, I meant eating dinner with you—all day.” Rory could see the blush creeping up Shannon’s cheeks in his mind. It was one of the things he loved about his boyfriend, the way he blushed when Rory complimented him. The first time they had sex, he’d gotten to see that flush from head to toe, and it was very invigorating to know he turned Shannon on that much. Just thinking about Shannon, naked and writhing underneath him, made his dick hard, and he wiggled around in the chair to adjust his now tight pants.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Agent Landers, you naughty, naughty boy. My last class should be over by six, so how does seven sound?” Shannon was pushing all of his buttons; calling him Agent Landers always made Rory’s dick hard.
A little more adjusting was needed. “Seven is perfect, babe. Need me to bring anything?” Rory asked.
“Nope, just yourself. I’ll see you then.” Shannon made kissing noises and said good-bye before hanging up. Setting his phone on the desk, he stood, pulling at the crotch of his pants while picturing his parents having sex in an attempt to alleviate the pressure in his cock.
“Wow, that’s an impressive package you got there, Agent Landers. And here I thought you didn’t care much for me,” Rand-fucking-Davis said from the doorway, causing Rory to jump and gasp in surprise.
“For fuck’s sake, Davis, make some noise when you walk into a room, why don’t ya!” he shouted, quickly sitting down and scooting up under his desk. “Put a fucking bell around your neck,” Rory muttered, glaring at Rand when he laughed. There was something behind the look Rand gave him, or maybe it was simply the way he was looking at Rory that gave him pause. Is he—is that…attraction? No. Hell no, not Davis. Get a hold of yourself, Rory!
Davis stood leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Rory for a few intense moments. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes distant and clouded. What the actual fuck? Rory thought but didn’t dare say out loud. And then Rand pushed off the door and went back down the hall. Rory watched until he disappeared from sight, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
***
When he arrived at the studio and climbed the stairs up to Shannon’s apartment, using the key he’d recently been given to open the door, he could hear Shan whistling from the kitchen. Rory slid his coat off and hung it on the coatrack. Shannon was just pulling the lasagna from the oven, steam wafting around him and making him look like an angel walking through a cloud. He inhaled the delicious aroma, coming up behind Shannon and wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing the back of Shannon’s neck. He turned in Rory’s arms, tugging the oven mitts off so he could grab two fists full of Rory’s shirt and drag him in for a sloppy, wet, openmouthed kiss. With each passing second, their kiss became more heated and within minutes, Shannon’s pants were around his ankles, he’d dropped to his knees, and was swallowing Shannon’s dick.
“Oh God, fuck, Rory,” Shannon muttered, running his hands through Rory’s hair, holding his head still while he fucked his mouth. “Food…eat…God, that feels amazing…dinner.”
Rory let Shannon’s dick fall from his mouth and looked up into his glassy blue eyes. “I told you. I’ve been looking forward to eating you for dinner all day.” He stood, grabbing Shannon by the neck and jerking his body close, claiming his mouth with his lips now swollen from sucking his dick. Shannon was dry humping his hip, begging Rory to shut up and fuck him, right there, right now. “If you insist.” Rory grinned lasciviously, turning Shannon around and sliding his legs apart with his foot.
Dropping to his knees again, Rory licked the path from Shannon’s balls up to the bottom of his spine, loving the low, deep moan he was awarded. “Oh, my fucking…hell, Rory, please…oh, God…yeah.” Shannon babbled incoherently, and Rory loved every second of it. He’d never had a lover as responsive as his young, vibrant, sexy Shannon. And the man’s sexual appetite was never sated. He sucked and licked Shannon’s opening, biting the sensitive flesh, relishing the noises falling from Shannon’s lips. Reaching around, he began jacking his lover’s cock, keeping his strokes in time with the tongue he was dipping into Shannon’s hole. His dick was so hard it hurt, and if he didn’t do something about it soon, he was liable to come in his pants.
Running his tongue up the length of Shannon’s spine, he stood, rubbing his clothed body against Shannon’s naked ass. “Tell me what you want, Shan. You want me to fuck you right here up against the counter? Or maybe I’ll lay you out on the dining table and fuck you until you scream my name and beg for release,” Rory whispered seductively, unbuckling his belt, the zipper sounding like a drum in his ears as he slowly lowered it.
Shannon sucked in a breath, body shuddering. “Why do I have to choose? Can’t you do both?” His voice was broken, laced with need. Rory lowered his pants and boxers just enough to release his cock, rubbing his stiff length along Shannon’s crease, and the man fucking trembled.
“Jesus, Shan, you drive me fucking crazy. Do you know that? Come here.” He ran his fingers through Shannon’s hair, his grip firm but gentle, tugging his head back so he could kiss the hell out of him. “Condoms and lube?”
“Bedroom.” Shannon’s body vibrated in his hands as Rory ran his fingers down Shannon’s arm.
“Do. Not. Move.” Rory spoke while kicking off his shoes and pants on his way to the bedroom, discarding his shirt and tie on the way back. He stopped a few feet away, watching Shannon. He was the epitome of unadulterated longing. Hands on the counter, legs still spread apart the way Rory had left him, his breathing labored, body quivering with anticipation. “Turn around and look at me, Shan.”
Looking over his shoulder, Shannon slowly turned, licking his lips. Rory was jacking his cock, eyes trailing over every square inch of normally ivory-white, now flushed skin. “You want this, baby?” Mouth open, but obviously unable to find words, Shannon gave him a jerky head nod. Setting the bottle of lube on the table, Rory tore open a condom and rolled it down his length, watching as Shannon’s eyes grew darker. Dropping the silver wrapper on the floor, he grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount onto the head of his latex-covered cock, fisting himself as he took a few steps closer to Shannon.
His breath hitched, eyes trained on Rory’s cock. Wrapping one hand around Shannon’s neck when he reached him, Rory pulled him into a kiss, his other hand sliding behind Shannon and into his crease. Shannon moaned into the kiss as Rory slid one finger inside him, then a second. They were both so worked up that a lot of prep wasn’t needed. He grabbed Shannon’s ass, lifting him off the ground, turning and seating him on the table. “I think I’ll have my dessert before dinner,” he whispered, sliding into Shannon’s warm, welcoming body with one long, slow push.
“Rory, please, more.” Shannon begged, wrapping his legs around Rory’s waist and lifting his ass up off the table.
He was always careful not to go too far or be too rough with his young lover unless he specifically asked for it. He could tell there were demons that haunted Shannon’s past, and one day he’d trust Rory enough to tell him everything. Until then, he was determined not to hurt the man he was falling for. “More what, Shan? You have to tell me.”
Rory pulled out until just the head of his dick was in Shannon’s body, sliding back in with a bit of force. Shannon gasped. “Please Rory, just fuck me.” He stared up at Rory, eyes pleading. “I want you so deep in me that I can’t tell where my body ends and yours begins.”
“Holy fuck, Shan, I can’t even think when you say things like that.” Rory growled, pulling out and slamming back into Shannon’s body a little harder.
“No thinking…just fucking fuck me.”
And so he did, fast and hard with enough force that he had to follow the table across the room as it slid a few inches closer to the wall with each shove. Shannon lifted his legs over Rory’s shoulders, sitting up and leaning back on his hands, his limber body practically folded in half. “Shan, baby, you’re so beautiful.” Rory praised him, watching Shannon’s cock bounce with each push of his hips, sending his dick deep inside Shannon’s channel.
Cheeks rosy, lips swollen and pink from kissing and biting down to stop from screaming, hair a wild fucking mess, Shannon was utterly and completely sexy. And the way he held eye contact with Rory while they were fucking like animals on the kitchen table only added to the arousal flooding Rory’s veins. He could feel Shannon’s body tightening around him; his lover was close. Grabbing his cock, Rory set a punishing pace, jacking Shannon until he erupted with a flurry of shouts and curses, his body rigid.
Rory was right behind him—just a few thrusts and he was filling the condom with his seed. Collapsing on top of Shannon, he stayed there, bodies still jerking in the wake of their mutual orgasms. “I think we worked up an appetite, Agent Landers,” Shannon teased, both of them laughing when Rory’s stomach growled.
Shannon pushed him up. “Come on then, let me feed you. Gotta keep your strength up for round two.”
“You are insatiable, but I love it.” Rory stood, smacking Shannon on the ass when he climbed off the table.
After filling their bellies, Shannon showed Rand the hardwood flooring that had been installed in what would be the living room area once he finished. They made love again, this time in the bed, before showering and falling back into bed. Rory lay there watching Shannon sleep, the words bouncing around in his brain. I love you. But did he really? After all, they’d only known each other for four months. Shannon grew more comfortable with him the longer they were together, only graduating to sleepovers recently. He thought about him all the time and missed Shannon like crazy when he had to travel to Virginia or Washington. He’d asked Shannon to accompany him to Washington the last time he’d gone, but Shannon declined. It wasn’t the “No, thank you” that bothered Rory. It was the sudden paleness of Shan’s complexion, the cold fear in his eyes that worried him. It wasn’t the first time Rory mentioned Washington that Shannon grew quiet, almost afraid. He was convinced that the darkness Shannon was keeping to himself had something to do with Washington, but Rory feared trying to pry it out of his lover might make him pull away, or worse, run.
Shannon rolled onto his side, sliding his leg between Rory’s and muttering incoherently. Rory kissed him on the temple, snuggling closer and closing his eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.