“Juno,” he gasped as his muscles tightened and pleasure burst through his body.
Juno kept stroking him until he was completely spent and then he rolled off Juno, breathing hard. Fingers brushed over his chest, making him turn his head and open his eyes. He looked right into Juno’s green gaze. He didn’t know why but he liked the way Juno looked at him. Liked the small teasing smile on Juno’s lips.
Juno
He’d left Rome in bed, walking naked into the bathroom in hopes of having Rome follow. He knew Rome wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to get dirty in the shower.
He stepped under the spray, the warm water pelting his skin soothing. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered up his hair. He turned around to wash it out and found Rome leaned against the sink, watching him. The man didn’t care much for clothes once he’d taken them off, which Juno rather liked. He couldn’t see more than the top of Rome’s chest, though, and that wouldn’t do.
Juno tipped his head back and rubbed his scalp, keeping his eyes on Rome the whole time. Juno grabbed the soap and spread it over his chest, then moved further down. A wicked smile spread on Rome’s lips right before he pushed away from the door and walked into the shower.
Rome stepped under the spray, forcing Juno to move backwards. He let out a hiss when his back met the cold shower wall. Rome put a hand on either side of Juno’s head and leaned against him, something hard poking Juno. A moan escaped Juno and Rome’s eyes darkened just before he slammed his mouth over Juno’s. Juno tilted his head and parted his lips for Rome’s tongue. He ran his hands up Rome’s back, loving the feel of muscles under his fingertips.
A phone ringing had Rome pulling back and Juno cursing.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Juno growled. “You’d better tell him if he interrupts us one more time, I’ll fucking shoot him.”
Rome’s chuckle was low, but Juno heard and smacked him in the chest. Juno grumbled under his breath as he watched Rome step out of the shower and grab a towel. He barely dried himself off before hurrying into the bedroom for his phone. That man was too fucking committed to Serrano. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Rome was crushing on his boss. His man was nothing if not loyal, that was for sure. He nearly slipped on the wet floor when he realized he’d just thought of Rome as his. Well. Rome had called him his, too. His king. But did it mean what he thought it meant? Did it mean the same to Rome as it meant to him? Fuck. This whole dating thing was confusing as fuck and they weren’t even dating. Shit was weird.
Rome
He was chuckling to himself as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Marco should be careful, ‘cause, he was sure, one of these days Juno might just kill him.
“Hey, Marco,” Rome said as he picked up.
There was a bit of cursing from the other end before Marco sighed and said, “Rome.”
“Is the spook driving you crazy?”
“He’s driving me up the fucking wall. One second, I want to kill him, the next I want to fuck him. It’s not exactly productive.”
Rome couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. He’d figured as much.
He grabbed a pair of pants and put them on, figuring Marco was calling because he needed Rome somewhere. He tried to focus on Marco’s voice while he pulled his pants up and buttoned them. When Juno walked into the room, naked, he didn’t even bother pretending to be listening to what Marco said. When Juno went so far as to bend down to pick something up off the floor, Rome couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Rome? Rome,” Marco barked.
Rome cleared his throat and tried to focus on Marco and their conversation.
“What?”
“Where are you?”
“I… uh…”
Before he could figure out what to tell him, he heard muffled talk over the phone and then Marco cursed.
“You’re fucking a King?”
Rome let out a sigh. Fucking spook knew too fucking much.
“Fuck. Couldn’t you have told me that before I went begging to King? Would’ve been so much easier—”
“No,” Rome snapped. He shook his head even though he knew Marco couldn’t see it. The thought alone made him sick to his stomach. “I’d never use Juno like that.”
That got Juno’s attention. He’d put on some jeans, thank god, and was looking at Rome with a raised brow.
“I just meant he could’ve smoothed shit out,” Marco grumbled.
“That’s not what you meant.”
“Cazzo! No, it wasn’t. I’m a bastard, the least I can do is admit it.”
That was the thing he’d always liked about Marco. He was honest and never hid what he was. Never apologized for it. At least not with Rome.
“I’m sending you an address and if you’re not here within twenty minutes, I’ll send Neil after you and you know he won’t be above shooting you to get you out of Juno’s bed,” Marco said before hanging up.
Rome lowered the phone with a sigh. He shook his head with a smile on his lips. He didn’t doubt Marco would do it and he wasn’t lying about Neil either. Rome knew the bastard would happily shoot at him. He wouldn’t mind shooting the spook, either, so he couldn’t complain.
“You’d never use me like what?”
Rome took a deep breath before turning around. Juno was watching him with a wary look in his eyes.
“Marco wanted me to have used you to
