Free Games Boys Play by Fae Sutherland Page A

Police thought about "their kind"? They were too busy enjoying each other.
    Which was exactly what Zach intended for today. He turned back to the closet and pondered his wardrobe choices. He needed to knock that man's socks off, as Tim Gunn would say. Suddenly, he grinned.
    He knew just the outfit for the job.
    * * * *
    Stephen shook his head as he shut the motel room door behind him, glancing around the shabby little room. Zach certainly had imagination, if he could find this place sexy. Stephen knew, though, that it wasn't the seedy room or the location that was sexy to Zach; it was the adrenaline of sneaking around.
    Zach had decided that if he was going to be a secret lover, he was going to do it all the way and have fun with it. Which translated to quick, fast fucks in all sorts of unsavory places. Bar bathrooms. Motels frequented by hustlers and johns. An adult bookstore. And each time, it was every bit as heart-pounding as the time before. Zach had an imagination that'd put any porn star to shame, and Stephen was the helpless, but very grateful, recipient of all the benefits.
    He had just tugged off his jacket to drape over the lone, rickety chair in the corner when there was a knock at the door. Stephen's heart raced as he hurried to answer it, chuckling as Zach slipped in wearing a black trench coat and a jauntily cocked, plum-colored fedora.
    "Channeling the Rat Pack tonight?" he teased, as he shut and locked the door before turning to Zach.
    Zach's lips curved and he tossed the hat onto the dresser. "Not exactly," he said with a wicked little half-smile, fingers plucking at the knot at his waist. "Unless the Rat Pack were a lot naughtier than we give them credit for."
    Stephen didn't have a chance to ask what he meant because Zach had gotten his coat open and let it fall to the floor, and Stephen had his answer.
    "Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed, eyes widening.
    Zach stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of boots that would make Julia Roberts proud, and a knowing smile on his face. "Yes, I drove all the way across town like this."
    Which had been exactly what Stephen was asking in his head, but his words had failed him.
    Words weren't necessary, as evidenced half a second later when they both moved at the same time and the resulting collision ended with Zach wrapped around Stephen, lifted off his feet, and Stephen stumbling toward the bed as they kissed.
    Holy hell, the man drove him crazy. Only Zach would show up all but naked, and only Zach would decide dating someone in the closet meant a chance to play naughty sex games. He was like no one Stephen had ever known and, truth be told, he prayed he never got used to it. He got as much of a thrill out of Zach shocking him as Zach did.
    Zach moaned as Stephen tossed him onto the bed and then followed him down, pinning him there and dipping his head to devour the smooth arch of his neck.
    "Ohh, fuck yes, more." Zach panted, then laughed breathlessly. "I couldn't decide on an outfit," he explained with a wicked laugh. "I take it you like my solution?"
    Stephen growled, pushing Zach farther up on the bed and nudging his slim thighs wide with his knees. "Like might be an understatement, brat." His voice was rough, one hand sliding down Zach's thigh to encounter shiny black leather. "Where the hell did you get these boots? A hooker shop?"
    Zach giggled, arching under him and slinking one booted leg up to rest against Stephen's shoulder in a show of flexibility that made Stephen's cock ache. "Something like that," he teased, circling his hips. "Are you going to take them off or fuck me in them?"
    Stephen groaned and shifted to flip Zach onto all fours, hauling him up to his knees. "I think I might make you wear them for the rest of your life, actually. Jesus, you make me crazy," he whispered, bending to nip at the nape of Zach's neck, the tender skin sweet smelling and so soft.
    Zach bit his lip, rocking back against Stephen, eyes closed and breath panting. "Mmm,