Pride and Politics by Daisy Harris

Author:Daisy Harris [Harris, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 2012-08-16T22:00:00+00:00

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Steve’s cab pulled up in front of the bar. He gave the driver cash as he got out and cursed that he was still wearing the clothes he’d worn all day. The dress shirt and pants weren’t exactly club wear.

Of course, Hunter would be wearing the same thing he had at the press conference. Steve would kill him if he’d ruined his new Hugo Boss.

There hadn’t been a phone call this time. Probably because Steve had left Hunter outside…like an idiot.

The night was thick with humidity and the air outside the club reeked of beer and cigarettes. The sign blinked J-son’s, one letter broken. Steve wondered whether Hunter was even there.

There was a bouncer at the door, so Steve pulled out his wallet. But as he walked toward the entrance, his attention went down the alley next to the building, to the bright blond hair he could just make out over the top of a dumpster.

Fuck, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck, no.

Steve’s heart leapt into his throat, but it had nothing to do with the campaign. It had everything to do with the thought of some guy on his knees taking what was his.

He strode into that alley, ready to kick the shit out of whomever Hunter had at his feet. Ready to grab Hunter and haul him back to the hotel and force him to talk to Steve instead of running off to deal with his stress all alone. “What the fuck do you think—?”

Hunter stared at him, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, but blessedly by himself. He watched Steve through his sunglasses, the dark lenses blocking his expression.

He’s just smoking. Steve scanned his clothes, looking for a stain or some crumpled sign that Hunter had hooked up with someone already. He didn’t see anything, not even the normal amount of wear one would expect. But that didn’t mean anything. Hunter could have already gotten off.

And that was fucking not okay. Steve folded onto his knees. The hard concrete scraped under his dress pants, but he didn’t care. It felt like the way Hunter had touched him in the elevator, too hard and too rough. Steve pulled Hunter’s belt from its hooks and ripped open his pants.

Hunter’s hand went to Steve’s hair. And to Steve’s surprise, he didn’t scrape or scratch. He just combed his fingers through.

His cock was already hard when Steve pulled it out. It was damp at the tip, but nowhere else. More proof no one had been in Hunter’s pants but Steve.

He closed his mouth around Hunter’s length. Tasted pre-cum hitting the back of his throat. Hunter was hard and thick in his mouth, and he pumped forward, giving Steve more.

Steve moaned around the heat of it. God, this was so good. He couldn’t imagine wanting anything else, didn’t know why he ever had. Steve gripped Hunter around the base, wrenched him tightly, sucked hard.

Hunter rewarded him with a huff of breath, the tiniest hint of a moan. Just that much made

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