“I know—”
“No, you don’t.” Bacon got right in his face. “This isn’t how things were supposed to go. What do I tell their families now? What if the worst happens? Do I tell them there was nothing I could do? Fuck.”
“And you’re mad because you had to stick with me? This isn’t my fault. I’m sorry—”
“Sorry. That’s what people always say, isn’t it? They’re always so sorry. But sorry doesn’t do a damn thing. Sorry doesn’t bring people back. Sorry doesn’t make anyone feel better except the person saying it.”
“Fine. I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry I took this assignment. I’m not sorry I wanted to write a story that needs telling. And I’m for damn sure not sorry that you’re not one of the wounded. If sticking to me kept you from being a casualty, I’m not going to pretend to be sorry about that. I know you wanted to be out there. I know you’re mad at me. Mad at the world, but damn it, you shouldn’t have come here, put this all on me.”
“Came because I didn’t have anywhere else I’d rather be.” Bacon’s voice lowered, became more mournful. “And trust me, I’m every bit as pissed about that too. Fuck you for getting under my skin. Everything on base is too damn quiet right now. And I’m too...itchy. You make me itchy, Spencer, and I hate it.”
“I’m—”
“Don’t you dare say sorry.” Bacon’s mouth was millimeters from Spencer’s when he paused. Held. Gave him a chance to escape, but even though it was the height of stupidity, Spencer wasn’t going anywhere.
“I hate it too,” he whispered, right against Bacon’s mouth a split second before Bacon claimed his mouth in a punishing kiss. Spencer was used to being the aggressor with kissing. It was just how he was wired—he’d always been the one to take the lead in bed. But Bacon left no space for him to take over. In fact, all he could do was cling to Bacon and hope they didn’t burn the damn hotel down with the force of their passion.
It was like they’d been longing for this for years, not days, and like they were both longtime lovers reuniting and mortal enemies enraged at their attraction. Bacon kissed like he operated in the field—with deadly intent and utter precision as he systematically took Spencer apart, lick by lick, nip by nip, breath by breath. But really, who needed air with kisses like these? Bacon kept up the aggressive assault, body pushing him against the wall, mouth ensuring his compliance.
Finally, Bacon proved himself mortal after all and pulled away to gasp for air. “Fuck.”
“Still mad?” Why Spencer was goading him, he really couldn’t say, other than he wanted more of this wild, unleashed, more-than-a-little unhinged man.
“Very.” Bacon bit at Spencer’s ear, which made him shiver like a teenager in a backseat for the first time. God, he was putty for this man, absolute wet clay for him to mold and use. “So damn pissed.”
But he belied his words by sinking to his knees, as graceful as any dancer Spencer had worked with. He went straight for Spencer’s waistband.
“Wait.” Spencer had to regain a little control here, assert himself, not simply get caught up in the Bacon express train of lust and anger. “Still don’t know your name.”
“Delbert Lawrence Bacon Junior.” Bacon’s breath was warm against Spencer’s bare stomach. “That enough of a formal introduction for you, Spencer Bryant? Gonna let me suck your cock now?”
Stronger men than Spencer might have been able to say no, put Bacon and his insolent mouth in his place, but Spencer just huffed out a breath, head nodding even as he added, “I shouldn’t. This is insan—”
Whatever complaint he’d been about to register died on a groan as Bacon shoved his pants down and took a firm grip of his cock.
“Uh-huh. That’s right. Moan for me,” Bacon demanded, voice harsh right before his tongue painted a stripe down the shaft of Spencer’s cock. He didn’t waste much time or effort with teasing, though, going right for a deep, fast rhythm. Either he’d done this before or he was the fastest damn study on the planet because he was good.
Spencer tried to take back over, burying his hands in Bacon’s soft hair, slow him down some, but Bacon wasn’t having any of that, growling and absolutely owning his cock, setting a pace guaranteed to get him off quickly. It was messy and damn-near violent the way Bacon went for it. He went deep enough to gag, but when Spencer would have pulled back, Bacon anchored his hips in place, urged him to fuck his face. Spencer wasn’t sure what demons he was chasing out of his head, but he wanted to give him what he was seeking, a tenderness tingeing all the need racing through Spencer. And he really, really wanted to slow down and enjoy this. This never-to-be-repeated mistake. This mind-bogglingly awesome mistake.