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Ending the Dry Spell	By : RomaKhan Category: G through L > Human Target Views: 1043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ending the Dry Spell
- 1
Chance wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he chose not to have sex. He always shrugged it off, he was too busy or too tired, he couldn’t find the right girl… he wouldn’t tell anyone that it was something more than that. More sentimental. He was fucking in love. Now Chance had known since he was a teenager that he swung both ways, he typically dated women he had a few serious relationships with men and the man he was in love with was incurably straight. Or so he thought. Guerrero had a very distinctive type – hot geek with big asses that tended to be screamers. All were female and all worshipped him like he was some sort of sex god afterward.

So Chance dated women, pretended to be frustrated by his ‘dry spell’ and tried to get over his feelings for Guerrero. Unfortunately anytime he came close that bastard would do something or say something and he would fall in love with him all over again. Damn him. Tonight though… something was different. Nothing obvious. They had just completed a case – Damien, an investor, who was being stalked by a former client of his firm that thought that he was cheating him. Damien’s assistant, Darlene, was shot and in the hospital, Damien was a total wreak and kissed him. For being a complete shock it actually wasn’t that bad of a kiss, and it had been a while. Damien apologized profusely afterward, but did ask Chance out on a date. Chance refused, he found out that another employee at the firm stole the threat’s life savings and took off to Costa Rica and Chance suddenly felt like a vacation…

When he got back to the office, Winston teased him about it, but Guerrero, whom he expected to tease him unmercifully, was strangely quiet. In fact he seemed wound up a little too tight to the point that even Winston was treating him with kid-gloves. They ordered take out from the Chinese place down the street and Guerrero disappeared for a few minutes but reappeared with an unopened bottle of bourbon. They ate and took turns drinking straight from the bottle. Winston, who hadn’t had much to eat all day, fell asleep on the couch in his office after a few good swigs from the bottle. Guerrero and Chance moved into the living room section of the office, Guerrero laid on the couch, Chance on the floor, his back against the couch, his head touching Guerrero’s shoulder. “Chance, dude, why did you let him do it?”

“Do what?”

“Kiss you,” he said quietly.

“I didn’t know he was going to kiss me,” Chance said in his defense, “he did apologize afterwards and offered to take me out to dinner.”

“He asked you on a date?”

“Yep, maybe my dry spell is over.”

“I’m serious, dude.”

“So am I,” Chance said, then realized that maybe Guerrero, who knew everything, may not have realized that Chance was bi, he turned around and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I have only seen you with girls.”

“I’m bi,” Chance said, “I am just picker with guys than I am with girls.”

“I see,” Guerrero said, his voice getting even quieter, taking another swig from the bottle.

“Is this a problem?” Chance asked unable to keep the fear out of his voice, he had no clue how Guerrero felt about homosexuality.

“Not exactly,” he said.

“What do you mean not exactly?” he asked as Guerrero handed him the bottle. Chance was almost afraid to take it, Guerrero was very dangerous when he wanted to be and he had never seen him in a mood like this one.

“Take it,” Guerrero said, “I am not going to hit you with it.”

Chance took the bottle and took another drink from it, he was starting to really feel the impact of the alcohol as he laid back against the couch, no longer looking at Guerrero as he handed him the bottle back. He felt a soft touch against his head and took him a moment to realize that Guerrero was petting his hair. Chance sighed and leaned into the touch. He typically was not a touchy feely type of guy, Guerrero definitely valued his personal space and for him to just touch for no apparent reason was very rare. “Chance?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Have you… ever had sex with a man?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Guerrero…”

“Just answer the fucking question, Dude,” he said, his voice like steel, he stopped petting Chance’s hair.

“Yes, I enjoyed it very much.”

Guerrero did not respond for a long while, nor offered him the bottle again. Chance looked up to make sure he didn’t pass out, Guerrero was staring at the ceiling, he looked deep in thought. “Hey,” Chance said, “are you ok?”

“Guys give better blow jobs then women,” Guerrero stated, “it didn’t matter how experienced she was… god…”

Chance looked down Guerrero’s body and saw a bulge in his pants start to form and suddenly the office got a little too hot. “When is the last time you had a blow job?” Chance asked.

“Mmmm… been a while, you know, busy with work.”

“You cannot take time out of your schedule for a blow job?”

“This from you,” Guerrero laughed, “dude that’s priceless.”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I had someone in mind. I told you, I’m very picky about men.”

“Just don’t tell me it’s Winston,” Guerrero sat half way up and looked at Chance over his glasses.

“What? No. God, he is definitely not my type.”

“Good,” Guerrero said, laying back down, “last thing I need is another reason to kick the bastard’s ass.”

“No, please don’t kick Winston’s ass, I’ll hear him whine about it for the next six to eight months,” Chance said, “now enough about Winston… what were you saying about blow jobs?”

“What? Oh… guys being better at them than girls. Makes sense though, we have the same equipment.”

“Oh, yes, makes total sense,” Chance said, a slight purr to his voice, “you know this work thing, I know you are free lance, but I have been keeping you pretty busy…”

“Yes,” Guerrero said quietly, “yes, you have.”

“I cannot have you go through blow job withdraw…”

“Chance, are you offering…?”

“I happen to really like giving blow jobs, but it has been so long I hope I remember how.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Guerrero said, has he quickly undid his belt and his pants.

“You have no idea how much I want to,” Chance said as Guerrero lifted up his hips and shoved his pants and underwear down his hips. Chance moved down the couch, got up on his knees and studied the half hard cock intently. He had seen Guerrero naked once, it had been an accident, but he knew the man was perfectly endowed. What he lacked in length he more than made up with in width. How many times had he fantasized about doing this? Too many. He lifted Guerrero’s shirt up a few inches, and kissed every section of exposed skin.

“God, dude, don’t tease me,” he shuttered.

“Want this to be good for you,” Chance said in between kisses, as he began to travel southward, kissing down Guerrero’s left hip, pausing to carefully nip at the prominent hip bone. God, Guerrero smelled good and he purred with pleasure. He kissed down to the inside of his thigh and took one more small bite. He kissed back up the inner thigh until he finally reached that beautiful cock. Chance would do almost anything to ride that cock, but he knew that is not what he should be thinking about now. His own traitorous cock twitched at the thought anyway. He wrapped his tongue around the base of Guerrero’s cock, enjoying the hard feel and the just salty taste of his skin. “It will be better if I cum in your mouth and not your face,” Guerrero said breathlessly, “hurry.”

“But you taste good,” Chance explained before very slowly kissing his way to the very tip. He stopped kissing him only long enough to suck of small sections, enjoying the taste and feel of him under his lips. “What part of hurry, do you not understand?” Guerrero cried out.

“If you cum before I’m there, I will just have to lick it up, won’t I?”

“Oh my god, Chance, don’t say things like that to me.”

He thoroughly licked every section inch of Guerrero’s cock making it as wet as possible, by the time he was through Guerrero was whispering threats to him. Chance carefully held down Guerrero’s hips with his left arm before he took the entire tip into his mouth and sucked on it gently. Guerrero tried to thrust up, but was held down. Chance was too out of practice to let Guerrero fuck his mouth, but maybe in the future… He firmly pumped the base of his cock with his right hand. “So good,” Guerrero muttered, “need more.”

He sucked with increasing intensity, pumping more and more of the shaft each time he went up, each pull just a bit harder. Desperately wanting to please Guerrero, he tried as much of his cock into his mouth as possible, but he couldn’t take much more than half before he had trouble. “No, don’t hurt yourself, babe, we will work on that,” Guerrero said soothingly running a hand through his hair, “takes time.”

He moaned his answer, the vibrations gasped Guerrero to gasp, his hips beginning to move of their own accord in little jerks. Chance looked up in his eyes, he saw the raw pleasure and lust as Guerrero watched him suck him, but saw something else. Something part tender, and another part questioning. Chance send him a questioning look as he ran his tongue along the underside of his tip. Guerrero lifted his left knee, slowly pulling it to his chest, Chance wondered if Guerrero was getting a cramp. He went to switch positions, but Guerrero’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Finger,” he whispered, “want it.”

It took a few moments for Chance’s alcohol idled brain to figure out what he was saying. He moaned removing his mouth long enough to wet his fingers, “Oh yes, please, I would love to finger you,” he went back to sucking on his tip as he brought his middle finger to the puckered opening, he swirled it around a few times before slowly pushing it in. He hummed approvingly at the hot heat around his finger. “So giving,” Guerrero said.

Chance moved his finger slowly for a few strokes, trying to find Guerrero’s prostate and when he found it, Guerrero’s hips jerked forward slightly. Chance smiled around the cock in his mouth. Guerrero’s head was back against the arm of the couch, the arm on his shoulder move to his head, rubbing his hair and holding him in place. Like Chance would go anywhere now. He thrust in a second finger slowly but firmly, speeding up with every stroke. Guerrero moaned, biting his lower lip, his muscle clenched, Chance knew it wasn’t long now. He put in a third finger, massaging Guerrero’s prostate with every fuck, Chance sucked as hard as he could. Guerrero cried out as he came, hot, bitter liquid flooding into Chance’s mouth and he drank it down eagerly, slowing down his fingers, but still fingering him. He wanted to memorize everything about this moment, burn it into his memories. He released Guerrero’s cock and laid his head down on Guerrero’s thigh, his head spinning slightly. He opened his pants and took out his cock and started playing with his tip before massaging his cock.

“Mmmm,” Guerrero said, softly petting Chance’s hair and after a few minutes, flexed his muscles around Chance’s fingers, “enjoying yourself.”

“Yes,” Chance admitted pumping himself harder. Guerrero smirked and leaned over to watch Chance. “I’m glad,” he whispered and reached down and removed Chance’s fingers from his ass, “but you need to get more comfortable.”

Chance nodded feverishly and pushed the coffee table out of the way, now he had some more room. Guerrero sat up on the couch and tilted his head, trying for a better view, before getting up off the couch and sitting down on the floor next to Chance, he spit on his hand and played with Chance’s balls, Chance cried out, thrusting his hips up in the air. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Guerrero asked, “you helped me, now I will help you.”

“Don’t have…”

“Shhhhh… move over a little, babe, away from the couch,” he instructed and Chance shifted himself about five inches more away, “lay down for me, that’s it…”

Chance laid down, never taking his eyes from Guerrero, as the man stripped them both of their shoes, pants and underwear. This was so insanely hot, to see the man he had longed for stripping him, and the wicked look his eyes… perfect. He rested his head back and closed his eyes, his blood pounded in his veins as Guerrero touched him. Chance cried out again, his spit slickened touch was amazing. “I’m glad you approve,” his voice was cocky.

Chance nodded his head violently, banging his head against the floor, Guerrero stopped moving and said, “Don’t hurt yourself. Just relax.”

“Don’t want it over too quick,” Chance said breathlessly.

“It’s been awhile, Chance, I won’t tell anyone if you cum quick.”

“But it’s you,” he tried to explain.

Guerrero studied him a moment, whatever looked Chance had on his face fascinated him, he tilted his head and licked his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. “Just lay back, Chance,” and Chance did as he was told. Guerrero grabbed his legs and planted his feet on the floor near his ass, his knees straight up, Chance looked up to see what was going on as Guerrero lowered himself on Chance’s hard cock. “See,” Guerrero said quietly, “it pays to listen to me.”

“Oh yes,” Chance agreed, planting his hands on Guerrero’s hips, not believing this was actually happening.

Guerrero smirked as he slowly slide up and down, Chance rolled his hips and adjusted the angle to hit Guerrero’s prostate, and it was Guerrero’s turn to cry out. “Oh, god yes, Chance,” he said and Chance moved his right hand from Guerrero’s hip to his cock and began to pull. Guerrero bit his lower lip riding him harder, he leaned over slightly and Chance sat up half way, eye to eye with Guerrero before he leaned in and kissed him. Guerrero pulled back, stunned, “Dude, don’t turn this into something it’s not.”

“I’m not,” Chance said, “told you I’m picky about men.”

Guerrero growled and smashed their lips together, his tongue in Chance’s mouth as soon as he opened it. He tightened around Chance and Chance, in turn, pulled him harder. He gave himself over to the sensations, he feel of Guerrero’s lips against his, the cock in his hand and the tight heat around him. The pleasure built quickly and Chance didn’t want it to end, but he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “Come for me, babe,” Guerrero whispered in his ear, “come for me now.”

Chance threw his head back and sobbed as he came, thrusting his hips upward in abandon filling Guerrero completely. He fell back against the floor, completely spent as Guerrero rode him a few more times before cumming all over Chance’s shirt. He held on to Chance’s legs, a bit wobbly himself, as he lifted off his cock and crawled up Chance’s body and laid beside him. Chance kissed him again, a hand resting protectively over Guerrero’s ass. They kissed for a few moments before Chance started to feel really sleepy…
Since when was his brain too big for his skull? Chance opened his eyes, his head throbbing, and body aching. He tried to remember what happened last night… oh god, the bourbon and Chance had never been much of a hard liquor drinker. He was laying on the floor. Not sure where for a moment, but he knew Guerrero should be with him. He wasn’t there. His heart ached a little bit, he wasn’t sure why as memories from last night drifted in and out of his head. Pushing them aside he sat up, holding his head in his hand, he looked down and wondered where there were little blots of water all over his shirt. He shrugged and stood up carefully. He had to go to the bathroom to either pee, throw up or both.

He didn’t throw up, he did down two extra strength pain killers, and after checking on Winston went back to his apartment. Carmine would have to be fed and go outside. His apartment was dark, the blinds drawn, but there was the faint smell of coffee. Ok, coffee might not be such a bad idea. Guerrero said it was one of the best things for a hangover. Carmine was sleeping on his bed, and his food bowl was sitting on the ground, he had plenty of water. There was a note hanging on his fridge, “Dude, you seriously cannot hold your liquor. –Guerrero”. There was a word scratched out before the ‘dude’ but Chance couldn’t make it out in this state. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the kitchen table. He sipped it, even though it made his stomach turn slightly. What the hell happened last night? Saved the target, target kissed him, Guerrero bought a bottle of bourbon – wait Guerrero was acting weird, wasn’t he? Ordered Chinese… ok head really started to hurt now… Winston passed out, he and Guerrero went into the living room. Blank. Dammit. He got up and decided to take a shower, continuing to try to pick away at his foggy memories.

He took off his clothes and threw them in the hamper; then into the bathroom and started shower. It took a few minutes for the water to heat up. He would have to call Guerrero later today and see if he was ok. It still bothered him that Guerrero wasn’t with him when he woke up… even though he took care of Carmine, put a pot of coffee on and probably cleaned him up. He moved his tongue around, it didn’t taste like vomit. What the heck was on his shirt anyway? His mouth tasted like stale bourbon, a very bad taste, spring roll and something salty. He didn’t put soy sauce on spring rolls…

Chance stepped into the shower and let the hot water rush all over his aching body. He felt around for his body wash but found another bottle instead. Chance smiled, Guerrero’s waterfall myst bath gel. Sometimes during a difficult case, Guerrero would come up to use his bathroom. He didn’t feel comfortable using the one in the office. He had a toothbrush, bath gel and some of that two in one shampoo conditioner stuff. If it had been anyone else he would have refused to let them keep their stuff here, but it was Guerrero and Chance indulged in his little fantasy of another good reason why Guerrero would have left personal care items here. He normally put them away though. Maybe he was feeling a little pain this morning as well. Oh what the hell, he used Guerrero’s shower gel, he would indulge in a little fantasy and smell like him all day. He grabbed his wash cloth and worked up a good lather and scrubbed himself thoroughly, wanting the alcohol smell off of him. He inhaled the sweet scent of the bath gel and smiled a little bit.

‘You don’t have to do this…’ Guerrero said from the fog in his mind.

‘You have no idea how much I want to.’ He said.

Chance grabbed the side of the shower, he almost dropped his washcloth. They hadn’t… had they? No, couldn’t be, Guerrero wasn’t… and yet they had. It wasn’t a drunk fantasy. He sucked Guerrero off… Guerrero had asked to be… oh how hot was that fingering that tight ass. Guerrero riding his hard cock… the first kiss. Chance shook his head, dammit, he couldn’t even get that right. The first kiss was supposed to be long before they had sex, but boy did they have sex. Chance remembered cumming, but just barely. Oh god, did he tell him… tell him he loved him? Chance tried to remember, but couldn’t. Maybe that is why Guerrero said he couldn’t hold his liquor. Maybe he took it all as a joke and the sex to him was just that sex. Ouch that stung a little, could he just be a one night stand for Guerrero? He rinsed and turned the water off; he grabbed his towel from the rack and dried off. He needed to go to bed. Maybe he would remember more after some sleep?
Chance felt a gentle touch to his hair and sighed happily, snuggling further into the bed clothes, he thought he heard a very soft chuckle. “Chance? You alive in there,” it was a soft whisper and he recognized the voice but was still mostly asleep and couldn’t place it, “yeah, just barely. Wanted to let you know that I got Winston home. Closed the office down, he didn’t have any appointments today so you are in the clear. Get some rest, Dude.”

“Come back to bed,” Chance muttered, turning to lay on his stomach, “too early.”

“It’s almost noon,” he chuckled again, Chance felt a hand on his back, ghosting over his shoulders, “and as much as I would like to join you, Babe, I’ve got some work to do.”

Chance groaned his displeasure but did not argue, he felt a kiss between his shoulder blades. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He woke up around 5pm, feeling mostly better physically, but mentally he was still kicking himself. He couldn’t figure out if Guerrero’s late morning visit was a dream or not. Maybe his subconscious trying to make him feel better after totally making an ass of himself in front of the man he loved. Good news though, he tried to remain positive, it didn’t look like Guerrero was one hundred percent straight so maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with him after all. Chance got dressed, took Carmine out and fed him dinner. He took two more pain killers and made himself Ramen Noodles for dinner. While he was waiting for the noodles to took he texted Guerrero, ‘You are right, I can’t hold my liquor.’

After dinner he played Playstation until around 9pm, he took Carmine out again and went back to bed. He plugged his phone into the charger and saw he did have a message back. He opened his phone – it was from Guerrero and it said ‘I’ll add that to our list of things to work on.’ What list? Oh well, he shrugged and crawled back into bed.
Chance woke up early, took Carmine out and fed him before running four miles on his treadmill. He didn’t feel as crappy today, his headache was pretty much gone but his stomach was now complaining. Oh well, can’t win them all. He got to the office at just before seven o’clock and checked the messages, started the coffee and cleaned up the bathroom. The office smelled like a frat house after a party, but once he cleaned up the kitchen and opened a few windows it was bearable. Winston walked around 7:30, still looking a bit rough himself and went straight to his office. Chance brought him a cup of coffee and sat down on his couch. “What in the hell did Guerrero put in that bourbon?” Winston asked.

“Nothing,” Chance said, “that’s just what happens when you don’t eat all day and have a few shots.”

“I can hold my liquor.”

“You didn’t eat all day, remember?” he laughed.

Winston muttered something under his breath and rudely gestured for Chance to get out of his office. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a blueberry breakfast bar and poured himself a up of coffee he dipped the blueberry bar into the coffee, he leaned on the counter, propped up on his elbows, his legs slightly spread apart, his ass just a bit in the air. “Dude, seriously!”

Chance turned around and saw Guerrero standing in the door staring at him. “What?”

“Oh nothing, hurry up will you, we have a tight time schedule to keep.”

“What time schedule?”

“I found the guy in Costa Rica.”

“That quick?”

“Please what do you think I am an amateur?” Guerrero rolled his eyes, “now go upstairs and throw some things in a suitcase and lets go. The plane leaves in less than three hours. I’ll tell Winston, he will just have to be waiting with the police at the air port. Come on, Dude, hurry up!”

“Winston is not going to want to stay here.”

“Well that is just tough, it will only be a few days and there are no jobs lined up. Anyway, thought he appreciate us being so noble as to go get the money back for the guy’s family. Chance, go!”

“All right, all right I’m going,” he downed the rest of his coffee and ran back upstairs. He threw a bunch of fitted t-shirts, socks and a few pairs of jeans into a backpack. He picked out his Anthony Watkins passport, the one he usually used when traveling with Guerrero. He petted Carmine goodbye and went back into the office. Guerrero was in Winston’s office and Winston looked totally defeated. “See, Dude, not a problem!” he smiled wickedly at Chance.

“There is a problem,” Winston said, “a lot of problems.”

Chance grinned, “It’s Costa Rica, not Cuba, Winston, Guerrero and I will be back in a few days with the bastard and the money.”

“What am I supposed to say if Damien McWilliams calls?”

“He won’t,” Guerrero said and Chance raised an eyebrow, “moved on already, Dude, bad luck.”

“Not really,” he said, gauging Guerrero’s reaction, “I prefer guys a little older than me, the brainy and mysterious types.”

“Reading romance novels again?” Winston asked, but Guerrero smirked, “but wait a minute, back to the problems…”

“There are always problems,” Guerrero explained like he was talking to a young child, “we are in the business of problems, but by the time lawyers get involved and the extraditing process starts he will have a million opportunities to get away. We just give the law a… helping hand. It is only a few days and I promise to bring Chance back to you in one piece.”

“You better,” Winston said, “but if they goes south…”

“It won’t,” Chance said, “I’m with Guerrero.”

“That’s exactly what has me worried.”
Chance quickly realized something wasn’t right as soon as they landed in Costa Rica, not bad like an ambush, but not a normal grab and bag mission. It was too easy, a little too relaxed, and Guerrero definitely a little too pleased with himself. They hadn’t actually gotten around to talking about what happened two nights ago, but Guerrero acted as if nothing happened and that was good. At least it wasn’t like there was an elephant in the room or something. They had a driver take them out of San Jose; they had a five hour drive until they reached a villa outside of Arenal where they would find Matthew Simchek. Guerrero had quietly explained everything to him in the car on the way to the airport. He was staying in a nice villa with his live in mistress.

The countryside was beautiful, part jungle, part rainforest, it was very peaceful even though the road was a bit bumpy. Driving long distances tended to make Chance sleepy anyway and about an hour into the trip his eye lids grew heavy. “Go to sleep, Chance, we’ll be there in a few hours,” there was those fingers through his hair again.
“Come on, babe, time to wake up,” Guerrero’s voice whispered in his ear. Chance woke up quickly, looking around, confused moment. He looked out the window and saw an impressive white house with a gorgeous view of the seaside. “Holy shit,” Chance said, “what…”

“Got a call while you were asleep,” Guerrero explained, “I have a few friends in this part of the world and I asked them to keep tabs on our friend here. Seems he is just a con man, they showed him a little muscle, flashed a gun and he pissed his pants.”

“What are you saying? We already caught him?”
“As of an hour and a half ago.”

“I didn’t hear the phone ring… or you talking.”

“You have slept through me talking before, calm down, it just makes our job a little easier,” he explained.

“I knew something wasn’t right,” Chance looked at him, “Guerrero, what is going on? Is this what you were working on yesterday?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Yesterday when you stopped in you said you couldn’t stay because you were working on something, is this it?”

“So you did hear me? My apologies,” he said, “you are correct. I found the guy pretty quickly. Tried to do his own disappearance job and did a shitty job. I knew where he was not long after you took down the threat and like I said, I have friends down here.”

“Then why bring me here?”

“I wanted to get you away from the office a few days,” Guerrero said, “somewhere we could be alone and talk. Winston is a decent guy, but tends to just walk in and we can’t have that. Well I wouldn’t mind but you’d be embarrassed.”

“Winston is going to…”

“Shhhh, Babe, he doesn’t have to know,” Guerrero pulled Chance close to him, wrapping his arms around him and kissed him. Chance’s brain took a moment to process the information, but he quickly kissed him back and climbed on his lap. For the next few minutes Chance’s universe narrowed down to the feel of Guerrero’s lips against his own, until Guerrero pushed him away gently. “We still have bag the sonovabitch and get him on a plane. I say sedate him, let Alfozo here drive him back to the airport, put him on a plane and let Winston pick him up at LAX.”

“And what will we do?”

“Get into something very comfortable, have a nice dinner, swim in the pool and just relax. It is a vacation after all.”

“Winston is going to kill me,” he smiled and kissed Guerrero again.

“Just one quick question, Chance.”

“Hmmmm?”

“How long has slightly older, brainy mysterious men been your type?”

“Since March 17, 2002,” Chance said without hesitation.

Guerrero thought a moment and then his eyes lit up, “The day we met.”

“Exactly.”

“You cannot mean…”

“It’s been one hell of a dry spell.”

Epilogue
Guerrero half wondered if this is what heaven felt like, the quiet, the moon and star light and Christopher Chance swimming naked in the swimming pool. He was suddenly glad that he gave the servants the night off. He took a sip of the champagne that Chance insisted they open to celebrate and stretched his body out. He was laying on a lounge chair by the pool, completely naked enjoying the feel of the cool breeze and Chance’s eyes on him. In hindsight, Guerrero realized that this could have gone very badly, and he could have lost Chance forever for one night of crazy drunken sex.

Then Chance kissed him and that look and that kiss told Guerrero everything he needed to know. McWilliams was no threat, but he still paid him a visit the next day and told him to keep his hands off of Chance or else… well who really needs all ten fingers and toes anyway? McWilliams turned a nice shade of white and swore up and down he would never contact Chance again. Guerrero smiled evilly, he had thought about roughing him up a bit for even kissing Chance, but if he hadn’t kissed him then Guerrero wouldn’t have bought the bourbon and he would never have known how much Chance cared about him. Never would have known that Chance was waiting for him.

So here they are relaxing, the bad guy heading back to the States, the money returned to a financially devastated family and no Winston in sight. They had a fantastic dinner, and well Chance enjoyed dessert, he had never had a lover who enjoyed giving blow jobs so much. That silver tongue could do more than just talk himself out of trouble. He snuggled down into the padding and without conscious thought began to stroke himself. It was nice to just be able to relax for a little bit. He wondered what a place like this cost, it might be nice to have a little vacation house like this one. A place they could go to be alone.

Chance got out of the pool and dried himself off before walking over to Guerrero. He sat down on the edge of the lounger and stared intently at him, as if trying to memorize very molecule of his body. Guerrero grabbed Chance and pulled him down on top of him and kissed him. He broke the kiss and yawned. “Am I boring you?” Chance asked, humor in his eyes. Guerrero jabbed him in the ribs. “Some of us didn’t sleep on the plane or in the car,” he said.

“Oh and why not?”

“I was a man on a mission.”

“A mission to trick me into a vacation in an absolutely beautiful Costa Rician villa?”

“Exactly,” Guerrero said, grabbing Chance’s ass, “bag the bad guy and get you naked.”

Chance kissed Guerrero and rubbed his body against him. “I hope you are enjoying the fruits of your labors.”

“Definitely worth the effort,” Guerrero smirked and thought, ‘you always are.’
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