Fox stepped into the small house and paused once he was over the threshold.

Axel insisted it wasn’t much all the way here, but Fox was forced to remind him that he was living out of a motel room and a real house was trading up in his eyes.

“Well,” Axel said with a vague wave toward the living room. “This is it.”

Fox took another couple of steps before he stopped again.

The house was neat and spotlessly clean. The furniture was pristine and looked as good as new. There were no pictures on the walls, no memories on display, and if he looked to the left he saw a kitchen which was equally neat and new.

“Do you even live here,” he said, “or did we just break in to a show home?”

“Ha. I live here.” Axel shrugged off his ruined jacket and unfastened his holster. “Most of the time,” he added. “Sometimes. When I need to sleep.”

“Right.” Fox eyed him as Axel peeled off what remained of his shirt, and had to remind himself that the specks of blood on his skin weren’t his.

The forensics team had taken blood work from them both on scene since they’d been in contact with all kinds of potentially nasty substances. Until that came back, they were in limbo.

Unless.

“You got condoms?” Fox asked.

Axel burst out laughing. “Shit, let a guy shower first!”

Fox grinned and began peeling his own clothes off. He kicked his shoes away and let everything else fall where he stood as he stripped. “Oh, you’ve got a shower, mister fancy pants I live here and have amenities and my door has a real lock on it?”

Axel’s bright blue eyes looked Fox over and he took a step closer. “Yeah,” he almost growled. “I got a shower. Wanna share it?”

Fox looked at the swirl of ink across Axel’s pectorals, and followed it around his thick biceps to where it coiled down both arms. He wanted to get to know those tattoos, to identify them at a glance and to learn the meaning of each and every one.

But not this very second.

Axel peeled his pants off and then shoved his briefs down. “Do you?” he prompted.

Only then, once Fox could lay eyes on his cock, did he answer.

“Oh yeah.”

* * *

“I thought you were dead,” Fox whispered as he pressed against Axel’s chest.

The water ran down over them both, warm and tender, and Fox slipped his hands around Axel’s waist now that they were both clean.

Axel grunted. “I thought you were dead.”

“I guess the truck blowing up might have given you that idea,” he agreed. “I just… I dunno…” He took a deep breath, then looked up into Axel’s eyes. “I realized that I need you. When I thought you were gone, it all fell into place, you know?” He laughed weakly. “I’m not making any sense.”

“You’re making perfect sense,” Axel murmured. He lifted a hand to brush hair back from Fox’s forehead. “Because I know exactly what you mean. The thought that I could find you again only to lose you for good…” He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “That’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had.” He bit the tip of his tongue, then cleared his throat. “If you ask for that evaluation, they’ll take you off duty, right?”

“Yeah.” Fox leaned back and reached out to turn the shower off.

“Then stay here.” Axel gripped his arms. “Right here, in this house, with me. I’m SAC, I’m not going anywhere, and if the Company don’t need you to move away, you can stay here too.”

Fox raised an eyebrow, then grinned slowly. “Captain Ford, are you asking me to move in with you?”

Axel smirked at him. “Yeah. I am. Will you?”

“Well, I guess.” Fox tapped his lip with a fingertip and eyed the ceiling like he was mulling it over. “I mean, it beats living out of a motel…”

“Asshole!” Axel laughed, and wrapped his arms around Fox in what Fox first thought was a bear hug.

But then Axel hefted him off his feet and carried him out of the shower.

“Aah! Help! Help! I’m being kidnapped!” Fox laughed as he clung on for dear life, and couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.

Yeah. This felt so right that it made him wonder what the hell he was thinking for eight damn years.

* * *

Axel dropped him onto a king-sized bed and lowered himself over Fox in one single, smooth motion.

Fox wriggled up the bed a few inches then raised his hands to trace over Axel’s shoulders and up into his hair. He drew the bigger man’s head down for a slow, deep kiss, and before Axel could fight it he had drawn Axel’s tongue out and had begun to suck on it.

Axel groaned and his cock hardened against Fox’s.

Fox held Axel’s head still and bobbed his own. He traced the tip of his tongue in small circles around the tip of Axel’s and gazed directly up into his eyes with his very best smoldering look. The one that said I’m going to do this to your cock.

Axel’s eyes widened and his breath flowed hot and fast over Fox’s lips.

Yeah. Just like this.

Fox softly released Axel’s tongue and grinned up at him. “Gonna need that condom,” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “Like, now.”

Axel rolled away and eased off the bed, then began a search through drawers, muttering in frustration to himself.

Fox turned onto his front, one leg aside to prop his ass into the air, and lifted himself onto his elbows as he watched. “You do have one, right?”

“I must have,” Axel grumbled. “I just… haven’t needed one in a while.”

Fox smiled a little and rested his chin on his hands. He found it crazy adorable that this guy—this huge, powerful man with muscles like a bodybuilder’s and the most glorious cock Fox had ever seen—hadn’t been getting through his condom supply. It was sweet in a way, but also incredible, and Fox wasn’t going to be the asshole to make a wisecrack about it. For once he managed to shut the sass down before it could come out of his mouth.

If Axel hadn’t wanted it in a while, there was nothing wrong with that, and Fox wasn’t going to shame him for it.

“Ah!” Axel made a triumphant sound, and dug a box of Trojans out. He nudged the drawer shut and came back to the bed, which only left his cock at Fox’s eye-level.

Fox grinned and reached out to tenderly cup Axel’s balls. “Perfect. Stay right there.”

Axel’s breath was audible. He said nothing as he pulled a condom from the box then tossed the box down on the bed. He tore the packet open with trembling fingers, but before he could try and slide the condom on, Fox snatched it from him with his free hand.

“Nope. That’s mine.”

“What?”

Fox grinned at how sweet and innocent poor Axel seemed to be.

He was going to have one hell of a time corrupting him.

“Trust me,” he chuckled.

He leaned forward so that he could begin to kiss the tight curls at the base of Axel’s cock, which rubbed slightly against his cheek as he moved. Fox lightly traced his thumb over Axel’s sack at the same time, and glanced up to make sure Axel liked it.

Axel’s lips parted and he stared down at Fox with raw hunger.

Yeah. He liked it.

Fox continued to nuzzle and kiss, drawing his cheek along Axel’s cock as it grew harder. Once it was ready, he withdrew to align the condom with the tip—the huge, glistening, eager tip that made him moan in anticipation—and used his lips and tongue to begin rolling the condom down over the head. He moved his hand to hold Axel’s cock steady, and continued to moan softly as he licked and pushed the condom further.

And further.

He didn’t stop. Not when Axel’s cock reached the back of his mouth.

Not when it began to slide down his throat.

Fox took a breath so that he could go on, and used his fingers to finish off unrolling the condom properly and then hold it in place while he swallowed.

Axel let out the most guttural sound, a beast barely under any kind of control, and he dug his fingers into Fox’s hair.

Fox adjusted his hold on Axel’s balls a bit so that he could make a light come-hither with his pointer finger over Axel’s taint, and then withdrew his head slowly, tauntingly slowly, until he could breathe again.

But he wasn’t going to stop there. He had a promise to fulfill.

He pulled back to the very tip of Axel’s cock and suckled on it, tonguing the slit through the latex and pressing down with his lips to make a nice, tight ring around it. He dipped and bobbed, his tongue slow and steady as he worked nothing more than the tip with his mouth while keeping up a slow, constant, tantalizingly light touch over the delicate skin behind his nuts.

“Fuck,” Axel rasped. The word was low and drawn-out, and his grip on Fox’s hair increased. “You’re… Oh God… Really fucking good…”

“Mhmm,” Fox agreed. He writhed his ass from side to side as he worked, giving Axel a show, and then he took Axel fully into his mouth once more, deep throating him as far as Axel’s cock would go, nuzzling his lips right up against Axel’s pubes.

And then he released Axel’s balls and slowly, sensuously, began to turn onto his back, keeping his throat tight around that hard cock and his nose pressed to Axel’s groin.

“Oh, shit!” Axel let go of his hair and reached for his shoulders instead, kneading them as Fox continued to turn.

Fox settled onto his back and coiled his arms around Axel’s thighs to grip and squeeze his ass. He had a fucking amazing view now and drank it all in as he swallowed again.

He needed to breathe, but he didn’t want to. Not yet. Having Axel’s cock cutting off his air was too fucking hot to let go of, and he was going to hold out for as long as he could.

Fox shifted his hips to make his own cock bounce in the air, then parted his knees to display absolutely everything he had on sale.

Axel didn’t need to be told. Fox heard the tear of another wrapper, and then Axel’s hands were on him, rolling the latex down over his erection, one hand over the other as Fox’s hips rolled against the sensation.

He dropped his head back a little. Just enough to let out stale air and suck in new.

Axel’s knees leaned by Fox’s shoulders, and his body came down. Pinning. Crushing. Trapping.

Fox whimpered with pleasure as Axel’s body closed around him, and he trembled when Axel’s hot, wet mouth closed around his cock.

He squeezed Axel’s firm ass, guiding Axel into fucking his willing, waiting mouth, and Axel took the hint.

Axel’s virgin mouth on him was sloppy, uncoordinated, which Fox just found all the hotter. He’d teach Axel a few tricks one day, but now?

Now, this was more than he could have dreamed it was.

Axel pounded into him, driving his cock as deep as Fox had shown him it could go, and Fox began to stroke over his hole with light, tender brushes of his fingertips every time Axel pulled back.

The heat built through him. Axel’s mouth drove him crazy. Every time Fox thought he might get close, Axel let the vacuum slip, or his pacing lost rhythm, and it was like being edged by a fucking professional without Axel even knowing what he was doing.

Every time he got close, he was dragged from the edge, and he couldn’t buck, couldn’t beg, because Axel’s weight had him pinned and his cock controlled his mouth.

Axel’s fucking grew faster. His hands gripped Fox’s ass to pull against, and he drove deep and hard. Vibrations from a groan sent shivers through Fox’s cock.

Fox’s skin prickled all over. He swallowed time and again around Axel’s cock, greedy for what was to come even though it’d get caught by the condom. He wanted to beg for it, to plead, to squirm and whimper and take Axel’s hot load down his throat, but all he could do was cry out weakly and grab Axel’s ass as he made one final thrust.

It tipped him over the edge and he bucked, body shaking, sweat trickling between them, as the orgasm finally came. It tore him apart and his world was nothing but cock and cum and orgasm and musk.

Fox shuddered as the tail-end of his orgasm rippled over his skin. He felt high as a fucking kite, a slave to Axel’s cock, and as he finally came down from it all, he could feel Axel’s breath against his balls and the softening of Axel in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Axel whimpered from down between Fox’s legs. “We’re gonna need to do that again.”

Fox moved his head so that he could speak, and eyed the plentiful load trapped an inch from his nose. He licked his lips and let loose a weak grin.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “Several times.”

For science, of course.