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Part 9 � A Day to Kill

That night, they both slept poorly.� The next morning, Will was in a foul
mood.� He was short with Don, apologized,
and went out by himself for a long hike.�
After an hour of wandering, Will found himself at the spot that
overlooked the Richland house.� He sat
down on the trail, his back against a tree, and glared at the house.� It was the bitterest part of working for the
DEA, the regular doses of powerlessness.

Don found him there two hours later.� Silently, Don sat down next to him and leaned
against the tree.

�Do you ever really hate your job?�� Will asked after a moment.

�Yeah, lots of times.�
Usually when I�m looking at a corpse.�

Will nodded.� �Yeah.� Then and when I see a truck driving a hundred
future corpses down the road away from me.�

Don put his hand on Will�s arm and gave him an understanding
squeeze.

Putting his hand over Don�s, Will took a deep breath.

�We�ve got the whole day to kill,� Will said.� �What do you want to do?�

�Lunch,� Don said firmly.�
�Then, hmm, maybe something else at the spa?�

�What, you want a pedicure?� Will said, a smile growing on
his face.

�Maybe,� Don shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.� �You
could certainly use one.�

�You want my toenails pink?�

�If you want,� Don laughed.�

Will stood up, turning his back on the Richland house for
the day, and pulled Don to his feet.�
�Babe, for you, I�d get flowers.�

They did get lunch and pedicures, but no nail polish.� They kept the spa staff laughing with
comments about the manliness of pedicures and what the fugitives Don took down
would think of various nail decorations.�
At the staff�s urging,� Don told
some stories about catching fugitives, some which Will hadn�t heard
before.� As usual, Will felt somewhat
jealous of Billy Cooper and their partnership, but Will knew that Don hadn�t
been really happy in Fugitive Recovery and he was happy now, so the jealousy
was fleeting.

After the spa, Don went swimming and Will hung out in the
room.� He sprawled on the bed on his
stomach and finished his book.

He was lying on the bed, sleepily debating taking a nap,
when Don returned from the pool.� Will
took in the sight of Don�s damp, muscled body as Don ran a towel over his
hair.�

�C�mere, merman,� Will said warmly.�

Don grinned and moved a little closer.� Will reached out and grabbed Don�s swim
trunks, pulling him near.� He nuzzled
Don�s crotch through the wet material.�
Don ran his hands down Will�s back.

�Swimming tire you all out?� Will asked against the
fabric.�

�Oh, I think you can revive me,� Don said, pulling Will�s
shirt out of his waistband.

�Think so, huh?�� Will
asked, then mouthed Don until he felt his cock start to harden.� Don was running his fingernails over Will�s
back.� Will reached out and pulled down
Don�s swim trunks.� Don grinned and
stepped out of his trunks.

Will turned over onto his back and slid until his head was
off the edge of the bed, looking upside-down at Don�s waiting cock.� He smiled up at Don�s surprised face and took
the head of Don�s cock between his lips.�
Don gasped and leaned over Will�s body, against the bed, driving his
cock deeper into Will�s mouth.� Will
grabbed Don�s hips and yanked him closer, until Don�s cock was all the way into
his throat and Will�s nose rested against Don�s balls.� Surely he�d used this angle on Don before �
it helped the gag reflex and allowed for much deeper throating.� Maybe
there are a few things I�ve left to show you.

Don moaned breathily and pulled at Will�s jeans.� Without removing his mouth, Will reached down
and unzipped his jeans and shoved them and his underwear down.� He wiggled and kicked them off.� Don�s hands were immediately on Will�s cock, his
touch rough.

Will�s hands went back to Don�s hips, now sliding around to
knead his ass.� He swallowed and moved
his tongue, eliciting more moans from Don.�
He felt Don bend forward and then the hot wetness of Don�s mouth on his
cock.� A moan escaped Will�s throat as
Don swallowed him as deep as Will had him.�
Will arched his back, craving every possible centimeter of Don�s
throat.� Don slid his hands under Will�s
ass and pulled him even tighter against his face.

They lay part-way off the bed, their bodies taut arcs
against each other, the only movement being their hands and their working mouths.� Don moaned around Will�s cock and the
vibrations set Will moaning.� The
feedback cycle grew until they both were shaking, struggling for breath, their
muffled moans throbbing in their ears.��
Don�s fingers dug into Will�s ass as Will�s did into Don�s.

Will gave a strangled shout and shuddered against Don�s mouth.� Then he was shooting into Don�s throat at the
same time as he swallowed Don�s hot cum.�
It was a race between his orgasm and Don�s and blacking out from lack of
air.

They broke apart, gasping madly.� Trembling, Don collapsed into the bed next to
Will.� Will dragged himself the rest of
the way onto the bed, and they lay for a while, trying to catch their breath.

After a long moment, Will rolled off the bed and went to get
a Coke from the mini-fridge.� His throat
was sore and he was betting that Don�s was too.�

When he returned, Don had pulled himself right-side up on
the bed, his wet hair sticking to a pillow.�
He reached out for the Coke.� Will
opened it and took a deep swig.� He
handed the can to Don and tugged off the shirt which he�d never gotten a chance
to remove.� He flopped down on the bed
next to Don and took the can from Don�s lips.�
Don made a sound of protest and Will gave him a sloppy cum-and-Coke
kiss.� Don grabbed the can back and Will
turned on his side to face Don, propping his head up on his elbow.

Looking at Don, Will was suddenly overwhelmed by a terrible
premonition.� Something was going to go
wrong tonight and he�d be holding Don�s body in his arms.� If that were to happen, Will didn�t think
he�d survive the night either.

�I love you so much,� Will said softly.� �Always remember that, ok?�

�What�s wrong?� Don asked, setting the can aside.� �You sound serious.�

�Just �� Will shrugged.�
�Just feeling a little anxious.�
It�s nothing.�

Don pushed hair back from Will�s face.� �I love you too, more than I ever thought
possible.� We�ll be fine tonight, okay?�

Will forced a smile.�
�Okay, aein.�

�Beloved,� Don whispered and kissed Will tenderly.� �Will
kissed him back, just as lovingly, and cupped Don�s cheek in one hand.�

Don turned toward Will and pulled him close.� They touched each other gently, hands
lingering on favorite spots, bodies rubbing softly together, and made love like
it was the end of the world.
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