Sequel to: The Invitation

Water sprayed from the tires of the Dodge Ram as Chris Larabee braked to a stop in front of his ranch house, killed the headlights, and turned off the engine. Turning to Ezra Standish, he curled his hand around Ezra Standish's neck and pulled the younger man close; brushing his lips across Ezra's, then let him go.

"Sure you want to do this?" Ezra had plenty of time to change his mind since they dropped off the Jag at Ezra's condo and pack a bag for the weekend.

Ezra's hand cupped his cheek, his emerald eyes bright with love and desire. "Yes."

Rain blew in as they slid out of the truck. His feet sloshed through the puddles as he ran around the hood of the trunk. Ezra waited for him on the other side.

The undercover agent wrapped his arms around him pulling him close as the rain poured down on them. His teeth lightly grazed the pulse that beat against the base of Chris' throat as Ezra's palm swooped down to his butt, pulling Chris hard against him, Ezra's desire grinding into him, hard.

Chris raked his hands down Ezra's back, the Hugo Boss jacket bunching underneath them. He tugged the jacket from Ezra's shoulders and forced it down his arms. When the jacket came free of Ezra's arms, he tossed it towards the hood of the Dodge Ram, hoping it landed there and not in a puddle and not really caring at all as long as Ezra was with him. Next he yanked at Ezra's tie, loosening the knot before going to work on the buttons of Ezra's shirt.

Ezra wasn't to be out done. His hand went to Chris's chest, shoving him, making him lose his balance. Chris' back hit the front of the Ram, driving the breath from his lungs.

Rain beat against them, cold and needle-sharp. Ezra gripped and stroked Chris' arousal through his dress slacks.

Chris dragged in a breath. "Easy."

Ezra's only answer was to coil his hand tightly around Chris shaft, moving from tip to base. His fingers loosened and let go. Chris let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. Ezra's fingers returned this time to the button of Chris' waistband. Freeing the button from its captivity, Ezra jerked down the zipper of the slacks. Fingers slick and chilled from the rain impatiently pushed aside the placket of Chris' boxers and grasped Chris' erection, pulling it free from its prison.

Ezra sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving Chris' face. "I can stop now if you wish."

Chris didn't trust himself to speak. He just brushed a strand of hair that the rain had plastered to Ezra's forehead off.

Running the edge of his tongue over his lips, Ezra opened his mouth slightly. Chris felt Ezra's breath caress the head of his shaft before Ezra's tongue traced a path from the tip to the base. Leaning back against the Ram, Chris fought to stay upright as Ezra's tongue traced a path back up the shaft to its head.

Several times Ezra repeated the same action until Chris began to feel himself tottering on the edge. Ezra caught the head of Chris' shaft in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it like was an ice cream cone.

Chris moaned.

Ezra swallowed the shaft until his face was buried against Chris' belly. Slowly, he slid his mouth back up the shaft until the head was barely in his mouth. His tongue flicked against the slit in the center.

Grabbing the bumper of the Ram was the only thing that kept Chris from sinking to the ground as Ezra swallowed him once more.

He came.

When Ezra had taken all that Chris had to give and released him, Chris sank to the ground. Ezra caught him in his arms, tucking Chris' head underneath his chin.

"What was that all about?" Chris asked when he regained his breath. He felt Ezra shrug.

"It was an impulse."

"Ezra, if you have anymore impulses. Go for it."