Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 16:47:27 -0400
From: Sara Thacker <apfriscotx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Not That Type of Guy

Not That Type of Guy by Sara York

Aiden Jackson took the disposable cell phone out of his pocket, plugged in
his earpiece and answered the call. ?Go.? Aiden spoke with his lips in a
thin line, dark sunglasses covering his eyes as he searched the bustle of
people waiting for their train at the Waterloo Station in London.

?They know someone?s here,? Chuck said, his voice whisper quiet.

?Shit, they on to me?? Aiden took off his shades and picked up a book. He
leafed through the pages, acting the part of bored tourist on holiday.

?No, I can see you, and you?re good.?

Aiden put down the book and moved through the little shops, exploring the
crap for sale, wishing he were anywhere else but here. Maybe on a beach, or
playing golf even, though he hated the game. This close to the end of a
mission always made him jumpy. If he were on a beach, he would have the
satisfaction of another successful operation notched on his belt.

?You?ve got someone tailing you now.? Chuck?s voice sent a shiver through
Aiden.

An untrained person would turn to find their tail or they would run. Hell,
even a semi-normal person would roll his shoulders, but Aiden did
nothing. After flipping a few more pages in the book, he put it down and
picked up another.

?Any ideas??

?Yeah, but you?re not gonna like it,? Chuck said.

?Tell me.?

?Fuck no; just meet me in the men?s room two stores to your left. And go
with whatever I do.?

Aiden dropped the book and headed out of the store. Chuck could start a
fight or act like they were old friends. Twice before he?d worked with
Chuck, and everything had gone according to plan. Of course Chuck wasn?t
the guy?s name. Hell, none of them knew the real identities of the other
operatives, too dangerous.

He passed a group of people and a few other travellers. The eyes of his
watcher were on him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he passed by
a squat stocky guy of eastern descent. Pakistani?

Aiden pushed open the bathroom door, surprised when Chuck grabbed his hand
and yanked him into the back stall. Chuck turned the flimsy lock on the
door, closing them in the small space. Chuck?s hands were on Aiden?s chest,
caressing his nipples through his shirt. Anger brewed deep in Aiden?s
belly. His phone screeched and he turned it off, checking his watch for the
time.

Chuck?s tongue teased Aiden?s nipple through the cloth. Aiden wanted to
yank Chuck?s blond wig, pull him away and ask what the fuck he was doing,
but the main bathroom door swung open, and the clip-clop of dress shoes
echoed in the tiled room.

Was it the guy following them?

Chuck gazed into Aiden?s eyes, and a small smirk tilted his lips before he
slanted his mouth across Aiden?s.

What the fuck?

Aiden froze. The extensive shit he?d suffered through in SEAL training, and
then with the CIA, helped him keep his cool as the guy invaded his space,
kissed him and touched his body like a girl would. Chuck?s tongue probed
Aiden?s lips, demanding entrance. For a moment, Aiden wavered on accepting
the kiss. He couldn?t do it. It went against everything he?d fought to keep
hidden.

His darkest desires were playing out in this kiss. The lust he?d kept in
check, the dreams that haunted him, all here, wrapped up in this one
fleeting moment of joined lips that was a joke to Chuck, but a fulfillment
of desires for Aiden. His breath came in halting gasps as Chuck licked at
the slit of his lips. It felt so good. Aiden opened his mouth, admitting
Chuck?s thick tongue.

A hint of spice and dark chocolate fired on Aiden?s taste buds, drugging
him with the heady clutch of Chuck's embrace. The kiss deepened and Aiden
felt a bubble of excitement build in his chest. Mother of God, I fucking
like this!

Where the prosthetics weren?t disguising Aiden?s features, the scrape of
Chuck?s beard made his skin tingle. A rush of desire flooded his body and
zipped straight to his cock. Their tongues warred as Chuck pulled him in
close, trapping him in a cocoon of unfamiliar lust and desire.

Aiden barely registered the footsteps of the guy chasing them. He didn?t
pay attention to the man outside the stall and when the door burst open
from a solid kick, Aiden jumped.

Chuck broke the kiss, his glare deadly. ?Do you fucking mind?? he spit out
at the intruder.

Aiden kept his face adverted as shame burned through his veins. He should
look at the guy, but embarrassment flooded him. Keep it hidden, deny
everything. At the last minute he glanced at the guy, trying his best to
keep his face covered with his hand as he studied the man following
them. His muscles tightened and his cock brushed up against Chuck?s belly,
leaving him confused. The shame almost overwhelmed him as his father?s
bigoted accusations came back to haunt him.

Chuck pushed the door closed and fumbled with Aiden?s zipper. Cold air
shocked Aiden?s senses as Chuck reached in and scooped his dick out of
his-body warmed underwear.

Aiden gasped, almost choking on his own spit. Chuck dropped to his knees
and sucked Aiden into his mouth. Chuck?s tongue rasped against Aiden?s
foreskin, pulling it away from the tip of his uncut cock.

Aiden wanted to push Chuck away. He wanted to have the strength to demand
Chuck stop, but he didn?t. Every errant desire he ever had was being
fulfilled right now. Maybe it was the operation, the excitement of almost
being caught by their enemies, or maybe it was the rough scrape of stubble
against his thighs, or the prickle of Chuck?s fake moustache on his rod.
Whatever the reason, Aiden fingers sought out Chuck?s thick hair, recoiling
a bit at the feel of the wig?s weave. He clutched onto Chuck?s ears and
pushed the guys face into his crotch as he face-fucked his mission partner.

The rush of blood to his cock and balls was more powerful than when he was
with a woman. His heart thundered in his ears, making him dizzy. Aiden
closed his eyes and threw back his head, no longer caring a guy was giving
him the best head of his life. Fuck, I?m face-fucking a guy!

His balls rose high and tightness pulled at his stomach, sending waves of
hot and cold down his legs. His knees wanted to buckle, but he wouldn?t
fall to the floor.

Outside the stall he heard the enemy speaking on his cell phone. ?No, it?s
just two faggots dicking together.?

Heat washed over Aiden?s body. It was as if his father were here, judging
him of the crime. I?m not a fucking faggot.

Messing around with Chuck felt better than any girly fuck he?d ever done
before. Every muscle of his body tightened, his orgasm built. He didn?t
want to think about what his father would say or whom he was doing, but he
couldn?t help but marvel at the strength of Chuck?s shoulders as his dick
leaked pre-come down the guy?s throat.

Chuck reached around and spread Aiden?s checks, brushing his fingers along
the crease of Aiden?s ass. The sensation took Aiden by surprise, causing
his heart to pump wildly.

?Damn, that?s good.? Aiden felt heat creeping over his face. Why had he
spoken out loud?

Then Chuck did something Aiden thought he would never be brave enough to
allow anyone to do. One finger, then another, slid into Aiden?s ass,
pushing past his tight ring of muscles. He gulped in a breath, shocked at
the pain.

?Awe...Fuck.? Aiden couldn?t stop the rush of come jetting from his balls
and down Chuck?s throat.

The guy searching for them escaped the restroom, but not before telling
them to get a room.

Chuck nursed Aiden's dick, draining all of his seed and swallowing it with
a satisfied moan. The man crawled up Aiden?s body, lips scorching a path
over his abs and his pecs. A final kiss seared Aiden?s brain with images of
scruffy beards, strong muscles and rough sex, and the taste of his own
semen.

The kiss ended and Aiden checked his watch, worried they were late for
their train. FuckityFuckFuckFuck. Only a minute thirty-six and he?d popped
his fucking cork and shot his jizz down Chuck?s throat. How the hell had he
blown his load so fast, and with a guy too?

The last time he had sex he almost thought he wasn?t going to reach
orgasm. Hell, he hadn?t been with a chick in months, many months, which
explained everything. The private desires he had weren?t for real, just
pent up lust. The need for release had him hot and bothered. No gayness at
all, just desire making his dick hard and his balls full.

Liar, liar.

He checked his watch again, sure he?d spent longer kissing the dude and
letting the guy suck his rod than a minute thirty-six. Never had he blown
his load under three minutes, and here he was going off like a kid in heat
in half the time.

?Time to hustle.? Chuck?s voice broke into his thoughts.

Aiden shook his head and stored his package, zipping up his jeans without
looking Chuck in the eye. Aiden dialed Chuck as they left the bathroom and
moved to separate parts of the platform, their conversation all business,
ignoring the moments earlier when Chuck had sucked Aiden off so quickly.



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