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Their journey to the airport was filled with tense silence, occasionally interrupted by Jonathan, who tried to start a conversation by asking casual questions about the scenery they happened to pass by on the streets of Medellín.
Teddy answered him with as few words as possible and for the majority of the drive remained quiet with his eyes focused on the road ahead and his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
Jonathan glanced at him from time to time, but he sensed that something was troubling Teddy and didn't want to make things worse before they parted ways.
When they reached the underground parking he was relieved to escape the cramped space of the car.
“Thanks, Teddy.” Jonathan unfastened his seat belt. “I'll find my own way.”
He reached for the handle, but before he could press it, a distinctive sound echoed through the car.
The doors have been locked.
Jonathan paused.
“What are you doing?” As his question was met with silence, Jonathan's heart started to race. Was he discovered? Yes, he almost died the night before, but it was an obstacle that connected to Matthew Ellis. Jonathan Pine was nonexistent in this case.
Trying to compose himself he turned towards the other man.
“Teddy.”
There wasn't any initial reaction to his plea. However, a moment later Teddy shifted and in his hand, that he rested between them, he was holding a gun.
Jonathan swallowed nervously.
Teddy turned slightly towards him but still didn't look him in the eyes.
“Yesterday in Cartagena. I told you too much.” There was no anger in Teddy’s words. He sounded more resigned, like whatever was happening wasn't his desired outcome. A part of Teddy, however small it may be wasn't cut out for the dirty business his father excelled in. But now wasn’t the time for Jonathan to dwell upon it. He had to get out of the car and bring down Richard Roper. Again.
“That's your problem, not mine,” he stated.
Teddy looked up and their eyes met for the first time since they left the hotel.
A strange feeling nestled in Jonathan’s chest. But he had to regain control over the situation. Otherwise he would be forced to hurt Teddy or he would end up hurt himself.
“I'm not a threat Teddy. I'm your friend.”
As soon as the word friend left Jonathan's mouth Teddy's gaze softened for a moment what was quickly followed by an amused huff.
“Okay,” Teddy put the gun out of Jonathan's sight. Then he asked:
“We are friends?”
“Yes.”
Teddy stared at him, sparkles of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. Then the hand that mare seconds ago was holding a gun moved over the gap between them and landed on Jonathan's tight barely centimeters away from his groin.
Jonathan tensed.
He noticed the way Teddy behaved around him, how he took advantage of opportunities to touch him. The evening at the villa, their foreheads touching, a pat on the chest, a hand on the shoulder. And later, when Jonathan's mind was clouded by drugs and alcohol. How Teddy held him in the pool, how he stroke his hand, how his finger traced his lips.
Then there was their dance with Roxana, their faces so close that Jonathan could feel Teddy's breath on his lips, their hands gliding over each other's bodies followed by the lazy stares exchanged at the table after.
“Are you sure?”
The hand on Jonathan’s thigh ventured even higher - so close, yet far enough to end this situation before it escalated any further.
Jonathan's body reacted immediately. His trousers tighten as the warm from Teddy's touch sinks into his skin and makes his blood surge right to his groin.
Matthew Ellis was supposed to board the plane and go back to France, to his daughter and to his life of a disgraced banker, away from the gun trade and private armies.
However, Jonathan Pine didn't intend to leave Colombia until the man who took so much from him and countless others got what he deserves. Yet he sat in this car with this man's son and the hate he felt for Roper was nowhere here when he looked at Teddy.
He will allow himself a moment of weakness. Just this once, just here where there are only the two of them, whereas Teddy when he looks at Jonathan he sees Matthew Ellis who he is supposed to never see again.
When he finally spoke he channeled this twisted desire, allowing it to come into the light. Just this once.
“Teddy,” he breathed out.
Teddy knew exactly what to do.
He leaned in capturing Jonathan’s lips in a vigorous kiss. And Jonathan gave in instantly. Their moves were in sync as if they had done this countless times before.
When Teddy's tongue licked his lower lip Jonathan welcomed him with eagerness letting the man swallow his escaping moans.
It was Jonathan's first kiss with a man. The scratching of Teddy's stubble a novelty, so different to the soft cheeks of a woman.
They stopped the kiss both of them gasping for air yet still connected by a streak of saliva hanging between their lips.
Jonathan squirmed as the forgotten hand on his tight moved up and fully covered his tented groin.
“Fuck-”
“Shh,” Teddy whispered into his mouth. “I got you.”
Then, in swift movements, he opened Jonathan’s buckle and unbuttoned his pants. At this point Jonathan could feel the wet patch that formed on his briefs.
The moment Teddy's hand made contact with the heated skin Jonathan's hips buckled involuntarily and he bit his lip to muffle a moan. Their position wasn't the most comfortable but it didn't stop him from reaching for Teddy's shirt and pulling him as close as possible.
When Teddy’s hand finally closed around his dick and started moving up and down Jonathan's body went pliant against the seat.
He tried to contain the noises. The shadows of the underground parking lot and tinted car windows gave them some privacy, but it was still a public place and there were people walking barely a few meters away.
But control was hard to achieve as Teddy's movements sped up and Jonathan's whole body was trembling with building up pleasure. It's been a while since he was intimate with anyone, too hunted by the horrors of past and living day by day focusing solely on his job at the River.
He could feel himself throbbing in Teddy’s hand, the climax approaching faster than it would a few years ago.
Despite himself he muttered Teddy's name multiple times. Especially when Teddy used his nail to tease Jonathan's slit and when the leaking precum made his moves even smoother and faster.
They leaned into each other, foreheads and their breaths mixing.
Jonathan came with Teddy's name on his lips, the accumulated tension in his body dissolving into waves of searing pleasure.
As he was slowly coming back to his senses Teddy kissed him again. This time it wasn't as rushed as before, but it didn't lack similar ferocity.
“Ahh,” he whined straight into Teddy’s mouth as he smeared Jonathan's spent all over his softening dick.
Then it was over. Teddy retreated back to his seat and pulled out a pack of tissues. Jonathan blushed at the thought that it was his come Teddy was now wiping off his hand.
“I'll walk you to the gates.” With this Teddy opened the door and got out of the car, leaving no time for Jonathan to respond.
Jonathan pulled himself together and got out of the car. He smoothed his hair in the reflection of the window and walked toward Teddy, who was waiting for him a few meters away.