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Curt walked down the walkway, silently weaving around the few people still out this late who littered the street. It was a Friday night, cold enough to see his own breath as he exhaled deeply, but not cold enough to bother wearing anything but a light jacket. His hands were balled up in his pockets, his mind silently steering him down the mental map he had drawn for himself before leaving his hotel.
Perhaps he shouldn’t be so cautious. After all, he was in London. No one would know him here, and the odds of him being followed were slim. But years of training made him keep his head down, and even more years of fear that someone would find out kept him vigilant as he finally turned a corner and saw the bar he was looking for.
It looked like any normal bar from the outside. Perhaps a little run down, but otherwise completely acceptable. The bouncer turned away a few teenagers, who grumbled as they wandered off to the next bar. Curt couldn’t help but smirk a little.
For the first time that night, Curt looked up to allow the bouncer to see him as he handed over his fake ID. He said the key phrase that an old friend had told him, and the bouncer nodded and returned his ID before stepping aside.
And that was how Curt ended up in a cosy little gay bar in London, casually watching football (or soccer, for him) while drinking. A few people came up to him throughout the night, but no one that piqued his interest. He was honestly just tired from the flight, and it was nice to just have a place he could relax and be himself. Even if he didn’t bring anyone back with him, he still enjoyed the night.
“You look like you’re high, or maybe just tired.” Curt looked up to see a nice looking guy leaning on the counter beside him. He was smiling as he called the bartender over to ask for a drink.
Curt smiled. “Just tired,” he clarified.
“Ooh, American. How’d you find your way here, you here with a friend?” The man asked, putting a bit of emphasis on friend. Testing the waters, probably, to see if he was available or not.
Curt shook his head. “Nah, I’m here for work and a friend of mine lived here a while back, gave me the address and pass phrase.”
The man nodded in thought. “So, you’re here alone?”
The question instantly had Curt on edge, despite the stranger’s tone not conveying anything suspicious. Mostly just years of spy training warning his tired mind to be careful.
The stranger was more prescriptive that he thought, however. He shook his head and raised his hands as if to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean for that to come out creepy.”
Curt rushed to reassure the man that it was fine as the bartender gave him his drink. The stranger turned back to Curt. “I’ve got a table off to the side there if you want to join me,” he said, grabbing his drink and walking off. Curt watched him go curiously, then decided to follow. The man was nice, good looking, and was giving Curt a chance to refuse, which was a good sign in his book. Far too many times he’d had to argue with pushy dudes that he wasn’t interested in.
The table was small, definitely meant more as a place to place drinks while taking a seat and less like a table to eat on, although a few tables had plates precariously hanging off the edges, ready to fall if anyone bumped into them. Curt’s knees brushed against the stranger’s as he sat down. “So Curt, what do you do?”
Curt watched the people around them, trying to act casual as he replied. “I’m a-“ he stopped. What had he just said? Curt turned to the man, carefully examining him. He just raised a brow in question as he took another sip of his drink. “How did you know my name?”
The man blinked, and his cheeks flushed a bit. He laughed somewhat awkwardly and broke eye contact, looking out towards the crowd. “Just heard it.”
Curt’s eyes narrowed. “Heard it?”
The man sighed and wiped his face with his hand. “Okay, maybe I was a bit curious because I haven’t seen you here before, and maybe I hovered a bit when you were talking to other people so I could get a read on you,” he explained, then cringed. “Sorry, that’s the second time I’ve creeped you out tonight, huh?”
Curt sighed in relief. Now that he mentioned it, Curt had noticed the man coming for drinks and staying a bit to watch the game. He hadn’t payed close enough attention at the time. But his story checked out. “I’m a spy,” Curt said in response to his earlier question.
A few emotions passed through the stranger’s face; shock, disbelief, denial, inquisition, before it settled back into his smile. “A spy eh? Guess that explains why you’re so on edge.”
Curt shrugged. “You can never be too careful.”
The stranger laughed and raised a brow again. “Really? Should you really be going around telling people you’re a spy if you’re trying to be careful?”
Curt leaned in closer and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone.”
The stranger mimed zipping his lips. Cute.
“How about you? I don’t even know your name,” Curt asked as he took another sip of his drink.
The man hesitated, then replied, “Owen. I work at the London zoo.”
Curt frowned. “No you don’t.”
Owen’s smile widened. “Very observant, how could you tell?”
Curt shrugged. “I can just tell. You don’t seem like the type.”
“To like animals?”
Curt shook his head. “No, you’ve got that vibe like you want to climb the ladder, you know? Always striving to be better than everyone else. I feel like a zoo keeper’s too chill for you.”
Owen laughed, and Curt thought it was beautiful. He loved making people laugh.
“You’re right, mr spy. I work in government. I hate the paperwork, but someday I’ll make it high enough to make some real changes.”
Curt nodded. “Like what?”
Owen looked out towards the other people in the bar. “... Like this, for a start.”
“Hmm?” Curt asked, trying to see what Owen did in the crowd.
“This. The hiding, the secret code words, the fear that someone will find out. It sucks. Do you have any idea how many people in government are gay but actively fight against gay right?” Curt looked to Owen, whose eyes were glaring at an invisible enemy on the ground. “I want to change that. I want to live in a world where this doesn’t have to be a secret. I want to live in a world where nothing has to be a secret.”
Curt nodded. “Would be nice,” he agreed, although he knew it wouldn’t happen. Not in his lifetime, anyway. He’d spent his whole life afraid someone would find out, that he’d loose his job and not be able to find a new one, that he’d end up homeless and shunned by society. Far too many people were already being outed back home.
“Sorry, that might be too heavy of a subject,” Owen said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I’m sure that’s not what you came here for.”
“What do you think I came here for?” Curt asked, taking a sip of his drink to hide his smile.
Owen looked him up and down and leaned forward. “I’m guessing you’re staying at a hotel not far from here?”
——
When they walked into his room, Owen gently pressed him up against the door, glancing down at his lips before looking him in the eyes. It was a question, and Curt nodded his consent. A moment later Owen’s lips were on his, and his eyes fluttered closed.
Owen was just a bit taller than him, and he loved it. He ground his hips against Curt’s. “What do you wanna do tonight love?” Owen whispered.
God that accent, Curt thought. “Whatever you want,” Curt replied, and seeing Owen’s smirk he quickly added, “I can go either way,” with a shrug, trying to act cool. But he could feel his face heating up, and saw that Owen wasn’t buying it.
“Well, how prepared are you?” Owen asked, his hands landing on Curt’s hips and slowly sliding back towards his ass.
Curt shivered. “I’ve got lube and condoms, haven’t cleaned out though. Wasn’t sure if I was topping tonight.”
Owen hummed and looked Curt over. “You top?” He asked, as though he didn’t believe it.
“Yes,” Curt said defensively.
Owen chuckled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You prefer to bottom though, am I right?”
He didn’t dignify that with a response, but quickly made his way to the bathroom to get ready and calm his racing heart.
Not long later, Curt left the washroom, prepared for the night. Owen was leaning against the window sill when he turned to face him, already smirking. “You ready?”
Curt nodded, and Owen came towards him to kiss him again. “Lube?”
Curt opened his suitcase and pulled some out, passing it to Owen before sitting on the bed. Owen took off his jacket and pulled off Curt’s underwear, stroking him a few times before opening the lube and coating his fingers in it. The first finger went in easily, and Owen leaned down to kiss him and jerk him off to distract from the stretch for the next two.
Curt was whining and squirming by the time Owen thought he was ready, but Owen kept going until Curt was right on the edge before stopping. Curt groaned in frustration. Owen laughed. “Don’t worry love, I’ll take care of you. Condoms?”
“In the suitcase,” Curt replied, and actively tried to keep his hands off of himself as Owen left to fetch one. “You’ll have to dig around for them.”
“You’re a spy, eh?” Owen asked as he stood back up, throwing a condom on the bed. Curt looked up to see Owen as he passed his handcuffs from one hand to another, watching Curt’s eyes follow the movement. “Shall we?”
Curt hesitated. “I don’t know, those are for work….”
Owen tossed him the key, and he caught it without even looking. Holding the key seemed to reassure him somewhat, and he nodded. “Okay, sure. Not too tight though.”
“Of course,” Owen agreed. “On your knees, face the headboard.”
It definitely wasn’t what Curt was expecting, but it was exciting and new. Once he was on all fours, Owen gently took his hands and cuffed them through the bars of the headboard, locking him in place. Curt wiggled his wrists, checking that they weren’t too tight and that he could reach the lock with the key if he needed to.
“Is that okay?” Owen asked.
Curt nodded. “Perfect, yeah.”
“Okay, pick a safe word love,” Owen instructed as he got up. Curt couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Can we do colours?” Curt asked.
“Sure,” Owen replied, and Curt felt the bed dip as Owen got behind him.
Owen’s fingers were back inside of him, stretching him open again. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Curt gasped as Owen’s fingers left him and something else started taking their place. It felt amazing, being filled like this, from behind. He had never trusted anyone enough to properly tie him down, or to fuck him from behind where he couldn’t see, but something about Owen made him trust him. He had fantasied about this for so long, and it was just as good as he’d always imagined.
Curt couldn’t help his moans. He tensed a bit when Owen’s hand came into view and covered his mouth, but relaxed as Owen explained, “Shh, quite love. Don’t want to wake the neighbours.”
Curt nodded, and a moment later Owen’s hand slipped away. He could be quiet.
Despite his best efforts however, little sounds kept slipping out. Owen laughed behind him. “You like it that much, huh?”
“Shhhhut up,” Curt replied. He was pushing back against Owen now, matching his fast pace. It wouldn’t be long now, and Curt only hoped that he lasted longer than Owen, at least.
Owen laughed again, breathily. “Your thighs are shaking Curt, you sure you can last?”
Curt hadn’t even noticed. Owen reached under him and started jerking him off, and Curt was done in seconds, coming on Owen’s hand. “Just a little more,” Owen said. Curt felt exhausted, and the overstimulation was making him tear up, but he forced his legs to keep him upright for the next few seconds until Owen came too.
The only sounds Curt could hear were his heartbeat and their heavy breathing. Owen pulled out of him, and he collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Owen’s cum covered hand came into view. “Be good for me and I’ll untie you,” he instructed. Curt opened his mouth and licked the cum away.
He was half asleep when he felt the bed shift as Owen got up. He was suddenly very awake. Where was Owen? Was he not going to untie him? What was he doing? What if he wasn’t who he said he was? Was he a cop? An enemy?
Curt’s fingers fumbled with the key, trying to get a decent grip so he could unlock himself. Gentle hands wrapped around his, and he tensed. “Shh, it’s okay love. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” It didn’t take much effort for Owen to take the key from him. Curt’s heart started racing.
“I just had to wash my hands love, they were covered in lube, didn’t want to drop the key,” Owen explained as he unlocked the cuffs. Curt sat up and rubbed his wrists, forcing himself to calm down.
Owen hadn’t left. He wasn’t some evil guy who was trying to take him out or out him. He was just a normal person, a civilian. He had to stop worrying so much. “Thanks,” Curt said, and smiled at him.
Owen hummed in response. “I’d love to stay, but I’ve got work in the morning. You going to be okay on your own?”
Curt rolled his eyes. “I’m a spy, Owen. Of course I will.”
Owen laughed, and Curt felt very disappointed that he’d probably never hear that laugh again. Owen seemed to read his mind. He reached over to the nightstand where there was a little notepad and pen and scrawled out his number. “In case you’re ever back in London.”
Curt took it gratefully. “Thanks.”
The two got up and dressed, and it seemed far too quick. In no time at all, Owen was walking down the hall, waving goodbye. Curt waved back from his doorway.
——
Curt felt great the next day. Like he could take on the whole world. An inconspicuous MI6 car picked him up and brought him to the rendezvous point, where he’d meet his assigned partner and be briefed on the situation. All boring stuff, so Curt barely paid attention as he was lead into a room with twenty or so other people.
Someone was up front giving an explanation of the building’s blueprints and what the tech department would have to do to disable the security system. Curt tuned that part out, only vaguely listening when the speaker explained that “Agent Carvour will be infiltrating along with Agent Mega, from the American Secret Services.” Curt smiled at her as everyone turned to look at him and give him waves. She nodded and continued.
An hour later, he followed the group out of the room and down the hall to the main entrance. Someone directed him towards the car that would be taking him and his new partner to the location.
He saw who must be Agent Carvour leaning against the car, chatting the the driver. Part of Curt wanted to sneak up on him and scare him, but the driver had already spotted him and stood up to get into the driver’s seat.
Curt took in a deep breath, hoping that this guy would at least be tolerable, and went to introduce himself. Agent Carvour turned around, and the words Curt had been about to say died.
“Hello Curt, nice too officially meet you. I’m Agent Owen Carvour,” Owen said with a smirk, reaching his hand out for a handshake.
Curt just stared, dumbfounded. A few seconds later, Owen’s hand dropped, giving up on the handshake. He opened the car door and gestured for Curt to get in. “After you.”
Right. They were on a job, surrounded by people. He didn’t know Owen, as far as anyone else knew.
Once they were both buckled in and on their way, Curt finally managed to speak. “So… you work in government, eh?”
Owen laughed. “Technically not a lie.”
Curt couldn’t help smiling back. Okay, maybe this assignment wasn’t so bad. And maybe if they worked well together, they’d get paired up again. This could turn out to be a very good thing, Curt decided.