Private Dicks by Katie Allen

sensitized cock.
    Resting his cheek against Wash’s thigh, Rhodes steeled
himself and looked up, not at all sure what to expect. Wash was watching him,
his face unreadable, and Rhodes felt his stomach clench.
    “You okay?” he asked, pushing to a sitting position. He
immediately missed the skin-to-skin contact.
    “Well, yeah,” Wash said with the beginnings of a grin,
sitting up as well. “Looks like you’re the one with the…issue.” He nodded
toward Rhodes’ bulging crotch. “Should I…?”
    Feeling a little prickly and defensive, Rhodes shrugged and
looked away. “You don’t have to.”
    “It’s not that I don’t want to,” Wash told him. His
cheeks were reddening again. “I just…”
    “I know,” Rhodes interrupted gruffly, standing up and
turning away. “It’s a bad idea for us to be messing around. Don’t worry about
it.”
    “It isn’t that either,” Wash insisted. “I’ve just never done
it—to a guy, I mean. I’ll probably suck at it.” He laughed. “Sucking at
sucking—how pathetic is that?”
    Rhodes allowed a smile to touch his mouth as he turned back
toward Wash. “I’m sure you’ll pick it up in no time. With regular practice,
that is.”
    Rolling his eyes, Wash pulled on his boxer briefs and pants.
“Yeah, you going to volunteer to be my coach now?”
    “Maybe,” Rhodes said, giving his partner a sideways glance.
“If you promise to work hard.”
    Wash laughed again, opening his mouth to retort, but the
buzzer from the building entrance cut him off. Rhodes crossed to the intercom
and pushed the button.
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s Trevor.”
    “C’mon up,” Rhodes told him, pressing the button to unlock
the door. When he glanced over at Wash, he saw his partner was glaring at him
again. Striding over to Wash, Rhodes hooked a hand around his neck and yanked
him in for a hard kiss.
    “Quit sulking,” he ordered, nipping at Wash’s protruding
lower lip. At a knock on the door, Rhodes gave Wash a final sharp smack on the
ass and headed over to let Trevor in.
    He pulled open the door and had to catch his breath, a
little startled at how good-looking the bouncer really was. Usually, club
lighting and a few shots covered many flaws, but Trevor looked even better in
the full light of day. His blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and
wariness put a sulky twist to his mouth and narrowed his eyes. His hands jammed
in the back pockets of his worn jeans, Trevor flicked his eyes to Wash and then
back to Rhodes.
    “So what’s going on?” Trevor asked. “I’m a little confused.”
    “Come in.” Rhodes made it an order, jerking his head toward
the couch.
    Trevor took two automatic steps into the apartment and then
hesitated.
    “It’s okay,” Rhodes assured him, softening his tone a
little. “We’ll explain everything.”
    Wash made a startled sound. “Everything?”
    “Trevor—this is Nate Washington. Wash—Trevor.” Rhodes made
quick work of the introductions as he swung the door closed. “And
yes—everything.”
    “Can I talk to you in private for a second?” It sounded as
if Wash was talking through gritted teeth.
    Rhodes sighed. “If you have to.” He turned to the blond man.
“Have a seat, Trev, the game should just be starting.”
    Shooting him an uneasy look, Trevor perched on the edge of
the couch as Wash dragged Rhodes into the bedroom, shutting the door behind
them.
    “You’re going to tell this guy about the case? Before you
meet with Ness? He works for the guy—he’ll blow the whole thing!”
    Rhodes shook his head. “He doesn’t like his boss much—he
pretty much told me to get you away from Ness before he could take you home
last night. Think of how useful it’ll be to have someone on the inside.”
    “We don’t know this guy,” Wash hissed. “Quit thinking
with your dick!”
    Taking a step closer to his partner, Rhodes growled back,
“I’m not. We wait ’til we know this guy enough to trust him and the kid is dead
or shipped