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”I thought you said you were ready.”
Jonathan didn't know if Teddy ever had a look that wasn’t borderline threatening. Of course, being annoyed at finding Jonathan in only his undergarments when he was his ride to the airport was certainly not what Teddy expected. Jonathan hoped Teddy was further out when he’d called, but no such luck. He’d only had time to pack away his confidentials, undress and mess up the bed before the other man showed up.
”Sorry,” Jonathan as Matthew said, stepping aside to let the other man in, “getting ready. I can skip a shower if we are late.”
”No.” Teddy wandered into the room, giving everything the sweeping assessment he always did of his surroundings. It made Jonathan’s skin prickle, but he had stashed what needed to be hidden, and now only linen shirts and socks lay about. He just looked like a pretentious, messy traveler. “Your flight is delayed an hour. You have time.” His dark, evaluating stare turned to Jonathan, taking in his messy hair and bare torso. His gaze lingered, and Jonathan shifted just slightly, making sure the angle was good without being obvious.
Teddy’s sexual interest in Matthew was an interesting part of their dynamic. It was present in that constant, watchful stare, hidden inside his suspicion and secret dealing. Matthew leaned into it, just a little, and found that it was tempered by Teddy’s Catholic upbringing and the culture of machismo in Columbia. Teddy was also rebellious in a way that spit in the face of some traditions. Jonathan had hoped Teddy’s attraction to him could be more useful in this mission, but so far, without alcohol and Roxana’s encouragement, their contact had been something most men could write off. Still, that soft spot had come in handy in keeping him alive, so far. Jonathan was sure that if Teddy did not have a desire for Matthew, he would be on the bottom of the ocean by now, regardless of twenty million dollars.
Jonathan smiled, lazy and pleased, in the unbothered way Matthew carried himself. “Oh? I didn’t get that alert. Well, if you don’t mind, I suppose I could. It’s been so hot, I sweat all night.”
Teddy gestured to the bathroom, and turned to look about the room again. Jonathan felt his chest tighten; he could not let Teddy have free access to his room, even for a five minute shower. He knew Teddy, and he knew Teddy would be going into his suitcase, looking for anything suspicious. Although his weapons and gear were well hidden and undetectable even by airport security, Teddy was a crime boss; he knew where smugglers put things.
There was one decent option.
Jonathan leaned against the door to the bathroom, hooking one thumb in his boxers, making them sling low on his hips, and let his voice be sleep-soft. “Care to join me? It’s a nice shower.”
Teddy turned to look at him, eyes only slightly wider, posture alert. He wasn’t expecting that, not after the debacle in the boat. Jonathan saw how Teddy looked nearly pleading at moments afterwards, as if he could just beg Matthew to forgive him for trying to kill him with a sad look. Unfortunately, Teddy also always looked ready to rip his throat out. It was the strangest combination; a street dog who wanted to be pet, but hungered to bite.
A few seconds of silence lead Jonathan to shrug and turn into the bathroom, leaving the door open. “You’ll never see me again, Teddy. In a few hours, I’m gone forever.” He glanced back at the younger man, putting forth an air of open invitation and non-judgement. “If it’s a no, it’s a no- I’ll be out in a minute.”
He didn’t shut the door, left it ajar just enough to be an offer, and stripped out of his underwear. Jonathan was exhausted and aching from being up all night on reconnaissance- he’d barely got a 30 minute nap in at Sally’s hide as he debriefed her, then hightailed it back to the hotel in time to meet Teddy. He listened carefully as Teddy moved about the room, a few slow pacing steps, and turned on the water. If he had to get in the shower without him, he would need to be insanely quick and hope Teddy was distracted enough by the proposition to not snoop too expertly.
Thankfully, his bet paid dividends. The door to the bathroom opened wider just as Jonathan stepped into the glass shower. Being curtainless, he was on full display in the warm deluge, and Teddy, standing in the doorway, was watching.
Well, if he wasn’t going to join, this was also a great solution. If Jonathan could keep Teddy’s attention on him in the shower, he wouldn’t have the time to look through Matthew’s bags. The young man’s face was neutral, not giving much away, but he leaned against the doorway with an open posture, thumbs in his belt loops. Jonathan felt the interest of his gaze travel down his back as he turned to get some shampoo and work it into his hair, admiring his ass and legs. Jonathan knew how he looked, and he had been trained on basic seduction, but putting on a show like this was much more alien to him. He could flirt and dance and place lingering touches well enough to get him into anyone’s bed, but showering in front of a man a decade younger than him was not exactly something he had practiced.
Not that it mattered. In this line of work, learning on the job was required.
Jonathan rinsed his hair and wiped off his face, sweeping the wet curls off of his forehead, and glanced over at his voyeur. Matthew would smile, be a little cheeky about being watched, so he did. He gave Teddy a flirty grin and worked the hotel soap into a lather, spreading it over his chest and down to his pelvis, dipping down to wash each leg as gracefully as he could. It was a little awkward, but that was one of the things Teddy enjoyed about Matthew; dumb confidence with a bit of a wobble- it kept the character real and exploitable.
Jonathan washed his privates a little more shyly, biting his lip to hide a grin and trying not to look up as he gave himself a languid stroke. Over the running water he heard Teddy make a little noise, barely clearing his throat, and Jonathan chanced a non-direct look in the mirror to see him. Teddy had one hand on the bathroom counter, now, leaning on it. His fingers were gripped tight to the quartz edge.
That was promising. Jonathan had to also consider that his proposition would merit aggression, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Good. He’d rather a bit of groping than being threatened. He needed to keep Teddy off step just a little bit longer until they could get a move on upsetting his stance, and getting him to want Matthew right before sending him off forever could give them an advantage.
At least that’s what Jonathan told himself, when he still had his hand on his cock in front of the man. The water had rinsed away most of the suds, but he was still lightly touching himself, letting his cock plump up under the attention. He wanted to believe it was the adrenaline, but that wasn’t all true. Being watched, being intensely wanted, was always arousing. It didn’t matter if it was a game or a job. His cock didn’t have moral hang ups like that.
Teddy moved again, took a step closer. ”Done?” He asked. His voice was a little more rough than before, and Matthew tipped his head and smiled. One final hand to lay down, a give that he was fairly certain would solidify the deal.
“No, not yet,” Matthew said, “one last thing.”
He took the soap again and worked a lather in his hands, then brought one behind him to his ass. Jonathan widened his stance and sighed as he worked a finger into himself. The water was beating on his chest and neck, and he let it make a display of him; a harmless, adventurous middle-aged man, fingering himself in the shower, watched by a completely clothed and dangerous young man. It was only a quick image- he let loose a low sigh of pleasure at the stimulation, but didn’t linger. He only did enough to clean himself and rinse away the soap, then shut the water off and grab for a towel.
Jonathan didn’t directly look at Teddy as he stepped out and dried off, tousling his hair and wiping himself down. He put Matthew up on a platter for the young man, and if Teddy was just keen to look, that was fine. He’d kept the man out of his luggage, and that was the important part. He didn’t bother slinging a towel around his hips and he stepped by Teddy to go into the bedroom.
”That felt lovely,” Matthew said, pleased and low as he passed. Teddy was watching him through lowered lashes, gaze hotter than the Colombian sun. Jonathan could almost feel it burning into him as he walked up to the bed.
He’d laid out his outfit for the day, the same type of lightweight linen pants and shirts he wore through his trip, some so sheer you could see his nipples through the cloth. Teddy had certainly been caught looking, before. Jonathan was about to reach for them when he picked up on Teddy moving, rather quickly, behind him.
Instincts said to turn and block, to brace- but he was Matthew, a long retired soldier and an adrenaline junky with a substance problem and a breakneck way of doing business. He wouldn’t jump. He’d not expect violence, even after yesterday, not with the way Teddy looked at him just now.
And Matthew would have been partially correct.
There was only a little bit of violence, in that Teddy quite literally shoved him facedown onto the bed and fell with him, pinning Jonathan there with his hips against his ass and his hands firm on his shoulders. The irreparable violence Jonathan had come to fear from Roper’s son wasn’t present, even as Teddy bit Jonathan’s shoulder.
It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, just to perhaps bruise. Matthew laughed and turned his head to see the man pinning him.
“Oh dear, what’s wrong, Teddy?” He said, light and playful. The other man growled at him, pushing his hips down hard against Jonathan’s bare backside. There was a noticeable bulge.
”You infuriating Englishman,” Teddy said, glare hot and very much bothered. “What are you playing at?”
”Teddy,” Matthew purred, letting his legs fall open and bringing one hand back to touch him encouragingly about his clothed waist. “I wanted to do this from the start, I just got derailed.”
”You got Roxana,” Teddy said, freeing one hand up to grope down Jonathan’s back, digging his thumb into old scars and knotted muscles. “Was she a disappointment?”
Matthew pouted. “I was aiming for both, but you were very business-minded and not exactly keen on me.” He managed to work Teddy’s shirt up enough to touch skin, and the man shuddered as Jonathan lightly brushed his fingertips against the bare skin at the small of his back.
Teddy pulled back, set off by the touch. He kept Jonathan pinned, and shifted to sit on Jonathan’s thighs. “If you hadn’t gone off and made a fool of yourself at dinner…”
Hah, so that had been in the cards. He wasn’t just playing a coy game and rising to Roxana’s annoyed taunts. Teddy did want him, and Roxana knew, so she’d tried to set Teddy onto Jonathan to get him off of her case. It nearly worked, until Jonathan ran his gambit and nearly successfully got himself killed for it.
Well, he was already here, and it wasn’t like his cock didn’t want the attention. Plus, the darker, nastier side of Jonathan liked the idea of fucking Roper’s son before blowing the plans all to hell. A bit of pleasure with his vengeance.
Matthew groaned, flopping his head down on the mattress. “I know.” He was still watching Teddy from over his shoulder, and shot him a flirtatious smile. “But we have, what? Forty five minutes left before you send me off? Is that enough time for an apology?”
Teddy grumbled in Spanish, muttering something about insufferable English whores and foolish old men, then dismounted Jonathan and got off of the bed.
Jonathan almost got himself up onto his elbows to investigate the sudden retreat, when two strong, sure hands landed on his ass and shamelessly parted his cheeks. He gasped in surprise and jerked as Teddy spit onto his exposed hole, then leaned down to lick it back up.
There were a lot of things Jonathan had done sexually over his life, anal sex as a receiving partner being one of them. He had not, however, been on the receiving end of this. The noise he made was undignified and loud, and he felt a rush of embarrassment as he pushed back onto the hot mouth over his hole. Teddy laughed against him, the vibration electric. His stubble scratched the tender inside of Jonathan’s ass cheeks, but it only added to the intensity. Teddy was not shy about what he was doing, either- shamelessly pushing his tongue into Jonathan and then fucking him shallowly with it.
”Oh fuck yes,” Matthew groaned, arching his back as prettily as he could and grabbing fistfuls of sheets. He knew better than to reach back and grab Teddy by the hair, so this would have to do. His cock was leaking against the mattress under him. Thankfully, he had not been thrown onto his clean clothing.
Teddy drew off to spit on him again, smearing the wetness around with two fingers before pushing them into Jonathan’s ass. He didn’t go deep, just enough to stretch. “Relax, Mateo,” Teddy said, rotating his wrist enough to twist his fingers. “Otherwise I am going to hurt you.”
A part of Jonathan worried that Teddy wanted to hurt Matthew, punish him for being a thing of greed and gluttony, but a more insistent part heard the softer tone in his voice. Teddy was many things, but a rapist was not likely one of them. He liked Matthew’s solicitation and wantonness. He wanted to be wanted by him. He wanted Matthew in guilty pleasure under him, not pain.
It wasn’t like that would be a hardship; Jonathan was hard and dying for some form of relief. The last few days had been some of the most stressful of his life. If someone was enthusiastically offering to bring him pleasure, and it served the mission, why not?
”Yeah, trying,” Matthew said. “There’s lube and condoms in the side pocket of that little black bag on the bedside table.” He gestured over to his hygiene bag- it was a basic set, but carried essentials. Single packs of lubricant and prophylactics included.
Teddy scoffed, stealing his fingers back long enough to retrieve the packets. “You travel prepared, hm?”
”I told you,” Matthew said over his shoulder, “I very much enjoy the single life.”
Teddy answered him by sinking two fingers back inside of him, this time properly lubricated. Jonathan groaned and willed his body to relax around them.
“You’re tight for a man who does this often.”
Jonathan reached under himself to adjust his aching cock. ”Who said I’m in the receiving position often?”
There were more soft curses in Spanish as Teddy moved, using his free hand to undo his belt and open his pants. He worked his fingers diligently until they slid with some ease, then went to add a third. The stretch made Jonathan press his forehead to the mattress and moan.
”My poor Mateo,” Teddy said. It wasn’t nearly as mocking as it should have sounded. “Just a little more.”
Jonathan knew Teddy was avoiding his prostate up until now as a tease, but it seemed that the greater girth was enough to prompt a reward. Teddy curled his fingers just enough to brush Jonathan’s prostate, and the man jerked under him, ecstatic.
”Yes, there,” he said, breathy and wanting. “Please, Teddy.”
Jonathan heard the way Teddy’s breath shuddered, felt the twitch of the very fingers inside of him before they moved again, massaging down with more direct intent. The pleasure was glorious.
“Uh, fuck.” Jonathan pushed his hips back onto Teddy’s fingers, insistent. “More. I’m ready, come on, more.”
”Fine, alright,” Teddy said, trying to be annoyed. He shimmied his pants off and had the condom wrapper open in a hurry, rolling it onto his cock.
“Should I get up?” Matthew asked, moving to bring himself to his knees. Teddy’s hands landed on his hips and pushed him back prone again.
”No, I like you like this,” he said, laying heavily over Jonathan, blanketing him. “Under me like this.” He rutted his cock up against Jonathan’s ass, nipped his neck and ear as he teased him. “I want to cover you.”
Jonathan tilted his hips, trying to align them. This was becoming less and less of an act. Teddy pressed the head of his cock into him, and Jonathan felt electric with sensation. The initial stretch was slightly painful, but lessened to a good ache that made him shudder.
”Fuck yes, Teddy,” he moaned as Matthew, panting against the sheets. Teddy hissed and shifted, letting gravity pull him down into Jonathan, sinking into his body. His cock was average in size, but that barely mattered when Jonathan hadn’t had anything in his ass for years. Average felt big enough, thank you. Every exhale muffled into the mattress ended in a moan as he adjusted to the new pressure.
A sharp kiss stung the side of his neck. “You’re so loud, Mateo,” Teddy said, his teasing smugness evident. He rocked inside of him just enough to make Jonathan shiver. “If I tried this at my place, the whole house would have known what you are.”
Oh but he liked it, didn’t he? Teddy was already tense with need, caging Jonathan in. There was one hand in Jonathan’s hair, turning his head so he wasn’t face down, so Teddy could see him struggling to accommodate and be quiet. He didn’t want Matthew quiet.
“Want me to shut up?” he asked, eyes lidded and unfocused. “Or do you like hearing how good you feel?”
Teddy inhaled sharply through his nose and lifted his hips to nearly pull out, then dropped himself back down. Matthew let out a pleased cry, and pushed back against him, encouraging more. Teddy, obedient for the first time ever, complied with the request.
Jonathan could fuck silently if he had to, of course- but there was no reason. Matthew was a hedonist, Jonathan enjoyed the physicality and adrenaline rush, and Teddy was reactive. Why shouldn’t he put on a bit of a show, let his partner know how good it felt?
“Oh, fuck—” Matthew said, tilting his hips so that the head of Teddy’s cock scraped over his prostate with every thrust, “right there, Teddy, please.” The man on top of him jerked like he’d been shocked, and came down harder, knocking a yelp from Matthew.
The moaning of small praises, sweet begging and naked want seemed to all work for Teddy. Jonathan gasped and moaned as he was well used, and watched Teddy fall apart on top of him.
God, but he was beautiful. Jonathan could only turn his head so far, lifting his shoulder just a little to see if he could get more of a view, and it was so worth it. Teddy’s hair lay in a dark, messy fringe on his sweating forehead, his mouth— always pouting, even when trying to be threatening, open as he panted. His face was flushed and dark eyes focused on Jonathan, on his face, and neck, and his mouth.
Oh, his mouth.
Jonathan pushed his right shoulder up just a little more, getting himself propped on an elbow. He could turn enough, then, to offer his mouth. Open, willing, wanting, and for Teddy to have.
The pace slowed, and Teddy’s eyes were fixated, snared but not yet caught. Jonathan rocked back into each thrust, meeting him, moving against him like they had when dancing. The fingers in Jonathan’s hair tightened, and he groaned in satisfaction.
Teddy’s mouth covered Jonathan’s at a ninety degree angle. It was an awkward fit, a crush of lips and tongue harshly staccatoed by the collision of teeth. They managed better the second attempt, managed to not knock together like two fighting rams, though the act was still heated and ungentle. Teddy kissed Matthew like he was on fire and Matthew was the ignition point and the extinguisher in one. Jonathan loved the rush it gave him, to spur such passion.
How gorgeous.
Teddy broke away with a gasp and a curse, burying his face against Matthew’s shoulder. Jonathan dropped himself down flat again to not strain his neck, and soaked up the noises being panted into his skin. Teddy grabbed his right hand, and moved it down the bed, encouraging Jonathan to slide it under his body.
“Touch yourself,” he muttered, lifting off enough to allow Jonathan the room. “I want to feel it.”
Matthew’s moan of delight held quite a bit of authenticity from Jonathan in it. He began to stroke himself in the tight space under him, thighs straining to keep him up. Teddy moved gradually inside of him and Jonathan clenched, encouraging.
“Tilt down, just a little, please…” Matthew panted between thrusts, and Teddy complied, lighting up his nerves. Jonathan’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as pressure against his prostate increased and was paired with the sweet relief of his hand on his cock. He hadn’t allowed himself to get off since this mission’s start, too fixated to relax. The hit of adrenaline that came with fucking a mark, and the promise of oncoming release was a dangerous cocktail, and it was quickly roaring to a burn in him.
“Yes, please— faster for me,” Matthew pleaded, and was immediately indulged as Teddy resumed fucking him, firm and fast at the angle he had requested. The stimulus was on the verge of painful, but Jonathan worked his hand quickly over the head of his cock, riding the edge of it being too much. His legs were shaking from holding himself up, his core tightening, and he was clenching down on the cock plunging inside of him, making Teddy groan on top of him.
“Mateo… you’re…” His thrusts were shorter, harder, as if he were struggling to move inside of the clench of Jonathan’s body. The noises Teddy tried to keep down were escaping him, and he sealed his mouth against Jonathan’s back, smothering his moans into the muscle of his trapezius. The low vibration of it, the press of teeth and wet warmth of desperate breath made Jonathan shudder; he was causing that. Causing Teddy to break his composure. He was beautiful and dangerous and wild and in this one moment, he was Jonathan’s.
His orgasm broke over him like a swell, and Jonathan rode it out with long, rough gasps. Teddy’s pace faltered, quickened, each thrust in pushing another pulse into Jonathan’s palm. It seemed as if Teddy had only been waiting for Matthew to come, and once the body beneath him began to clench and twitch, he gave in just as readily.
It took a good forty five seconds for Jonathan to get his wits back about him, and he slid his come-slick hand from under his pelvis and propped himself up on his elbows. Teddy pressed his forehead to the back of Jonathan’s head, and panted into his hair.
”Alright?” Matthew asked gently, barely any cheek at all. Teddy nodded and shifted sideways, sliding out of him as he plopped down heavily onto his back next to Jonathan.
Other than the obvious ache and wetness, something strange and crinkly was pinched in Jonathan’s ass. He pulled a face and reached back, but Teddy chuckled and gently tugged the offending thing free.
“You stole the condom,” he said, soft and amused. He tied it off and tossed it vaguely in the direction of the trash.
Matthew snorted and flopped back down on the bed. His discarded towel was handed to him, and Jonathan shoved it under himself to help with the cooling and wet situation he’d made against the sheets.
Teddy laid back as well, still catching his breath. He hadn’t removed his shirt, only shimmied down his pants, which he had already fastened back. He was still disheveled and sweaty. God, he was disastrously beautiful. He’d gotten none of that from his father. His thick eyelashes and pretty mouth, his sculpted chin and regal jaw, none of it looked like his horrible progenitor. But perhaps Jonathan was biased: he knew nothing good could ever come from Roper.
He really, really wished Teddy wasn’t who Teddy was. That he wasn’t involved with what he was involved with. That he was the man he said he was in the commercials, the man running a nonprofit to save Columbian children.
Jonathan could love that man.
Loving this one?
“Matthew? You alright?”
He must have let some distress show on his face. Something like pain or worry. Teddy was touching him, a hand on his forearm, gentle. Those same hands had struck him viciously. Held him down. Gave him pleasure. Offered death. And now they were seeking to comfort.
It was easy to raise himself up, to lean over into Teddy’s space. He was soft then, not on guard, and he let Jonathan do it. He let Jonathan brush that messy fringe off of his sweaty brow, let Jonathan cradle his face in his palm.
They were lined up to kiss properly this time. It wasn’t the biting ferocity of before, not what Jonathan felt towards Roper’s son. It was what Jonathan felt towards Teddy. Towards the person who could have been there, if not for the poison that was Richard Roper.
Jonathan poured softness into it, and understanding, and confidence. He opened his mouth only slightly to brush his tongue against the seam of Teddy’s lips to find them lax and open. There was a catch of breath, as if Teddy was startled, and then the softest noise. A sigh of relief, like alleviating a pain, and Teddy’s hands were then holding his face in return.
Jonathan’s pinky was pressed up against Teddy’s jugular, and counted the thunder of his pulse, rabbit-quick, almost faster than when they were mid fuck. He did not make the kiss deeper; it didn’t devolve into lust. Instead, it buzzed against his lips, felt like Teddy was a livewire under him, more electrified by this than sinking his cock into Matthew.
It made Jonathan warm and jittery.
It hurt like his chest was caving in.
Jonathan kissed Teddy like he was begging. Teddy kissed like he would never be allowed to have this again.
Somewhere, a phone buzzed.
Teddy flinched back like he was caught, rolling out of Jonathan’s space in an instant. He straightened his clothes, his hair, darted to find the phone. It was only a matter of seconds, and it was gone.
Jonathan took a steadying breath and affixed Matthew back in place, went about cleaning himself up. Teddy was across the room, and didn’t look up from his phone.
”Get dressed, we need to leave.”
Jonathan sighed, but nodded. Teddy was closed off. His posture turned inward, his face down. He was scowling. The moment was over, and if Jonathan pushed now, he would be met with the violence he knew was always a risk.
“Yeah, okay.”
The ride to the airport was tense, and Jonathan did not bother to hide the way he kept looking over at Teddy. His hands were tense on the wheel, his jaw tight. Some part of it was his distrust of Matthew’s dealings, of course, but now another part of it was his confliction, his guilt.
Catholics were so very good at guilt.
In the Old Testament they used to place the burden of all of their sins on an animal, the scapegoat, and then drive the thing off to die. A strange and cruel practice as a way to rid oneself of their feelings, their responsibilities, their atonement. Laying that all on an animal instead, and then pelting it with rocks and shrieking, scaring the confused beast away.
People had never been willing to look at their own feelings, not in antiquity, and not now. Teddy would hide whatever desires he had towards men, continue to punish himself for it. He’d beg at the confessional for forgiveness, kneel and pray and drive himself harder.
And Jonathan? Well, Jonathan would think about Teddy every day. He already knew he would, before all this. Jonathan had a list of names he ran through daily, like a prayer wheel spinning. Teddy would join them, a new totem for him to brush his fingers over, again and again, and wonder if anything could have gone differently, and if any of it mattered.
How lovely it would have been, if they weren’t one another.
It would have been nice if Eduardo really was a philanthropist instead of an insurrectionist arms dealer building a child army. He had the intelligence and the charisma to do wonderful things in the world. He had a softness to him and a passion that could so easily be turned towards the sun. Unfortunately, he was not fated to be on that side of the scales.
Jonathan most likely end up killing this beautiful, poisoned young man. Teddy was a murderer, he was an arms smuggler and a fraud and a cruel man. He was bad blood, and soon he would know Matthew wasn’t real, but Jonathan Pine was, and would want him dead. Pine would have to defend himself and the innocents around him that were in imminent danger. He would have to kill this man.
But he really, really hoped he wouldn’t.