A Break In
The Madness
By elfin
A break in the
madness, and for a few precious
minutes
they leave us alone.
<>I don’t think it’s intentional;
everyone’s
tired. Been awake for what feels like days. They’re not thinking straight and neither are
we.
Only Adam has the
balls to put his head on his
arms and
sleep during a debriefing. He’s got
Harry wound tightly around his left pinky, so much so that I glanced
over at
Harry as the silence of unanswered questions gave way to the soft sound
of
snoring and I swear by the expression of incredible gentleness on his
face I
imagined the next words out of his mouth would be,
<>“Aw, bless.”
But instead he
told us to take a break; those
of us who
hadn’t already.
<>I guess Adam’s got me wrapped around his
right
little
finger. No one’s going to harm him
here. He’s in a safe place in safe hands
so he sleeps. I can’t trust like that.
We’re alone, and I
can’t pass up this
opportunity. I’m loath to wake him but I
have to say
something.
<>Leaning across I curve my hand around
the back
of his
neck, thumb brushing through the fair hair along his nape.
Its filthy, his hair, greasy and sticking up
and out in tufts making him look about fifteen.
But then if it weren’t for his permanent
twenty-four hour stubble he’d always look too young to be doing the
things he
does and saying he thing he says.
Zoe and Danny said
he’d breezed in here like
rainfall in
the summer, catching everyone off guard as vulnerable as they were. I like the phrase – it describes him
beautifully.
<>He’s crashed back to earth now the
adrenaline’s
gone from
his system. He did some fast-talking to
get us out of there alive, in one piece.
If he hadn’t been convincing they’d have hurt us both – hurt him
badly. Don’t think I could have dealt
with that. Not now.
I gently brush my
thumb over the smooth skin at
the top
of his spine and he jerks awake, lifting his head and turning to look
at
me. Stubble or no, the sleepy look on
his face gives him that teenaged appearance again – one that doesn’t
gel with
the mad, bad gleam in his eyes or the next, obscene words out of his
mouth.
<>“When do we get out of here?
I want to take you home so you can fuck me
senseless.”
I didn’t expect
him to ever give voice to what
we’d done
three days ago, let alone openly declare we should do it again.
<>My apartment, my bed, the bad boy of
MI6, the
angel of
MI5, stark naked, ass in the air, telling me what I could do with my
foreplay
and graphically instructing me on what to do with my dick.
When Adam Carter
wants something, he gets it.
<>
“You saved my life,” I point out when I can
speak again
without squeaking.
<>
He smiles with one side of his mouth, eyes
darting to the
opening door. “I saved both our lives –
both our asses so we could put them to better use than sitting around
in a
stuffy boardroom all night.”
<>I know the words were directed at me,
but the
answer’s
fed to Harry as he walks back in with a mug of coffee looking
dishevelled and
exhausted.
<>
“With us again, Adam?”
<>“Yes, Harry.” No
apologies. “When can we get out of
here? I could do a shower, a drink and
an Italian, not necessarily in that order.”
Harry smiles at
him and I get that weird
feeling again
that sometime in their murky pasts, Adam’s let Harry do to him exactly
what he
let me do to him three days ago. It’s an
uncomfortable idea and a dangerous one.
Even naked with a man’s dick in his ass, Adam’s always in
complete
control. It’s something I have
difficulty with.
<>“I suggest you do it in that order,”
Harry
advises,
holding the door open. “You stink.”
<>Adam rises with the speed of someone
who’s been
feigning
sleep for the last twenty minutes.
I
follow, throwing Harry a grateful smile.
<>
And he says, “Enjoy the Italian,” with a look
in his eyes
that suggests he knows we’ll be sharing a shower at my place before
opening a
couple of bottles of wine and calling out for takeaway much, much later.
I can’t help my
answering smile.
“I will.
Thanks.”
fin
elfin
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