Free Jumping In by Cardeno C.

belly and tugged him up to a standing position, his back pinned to Hawk’s chest, and then he took hold of Clint’s dick and stroked while he continued pumping in and out of Clint’s body.
    “Hawk!” Clint shouted as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed. “Yes!”
    Thick cream shot from his dick, hitting the underside of his chin, his chest, and his belly. Behind him, Hawk made a strangled sound, shoved all the way inside, and stilled as hot fluid filled Clint’s passage. They stood together, hearts racing and breaths coming out in loud gasps.
    When he finally regained control of his muscles, Clint twisted his head and looked at Hawk. “Now I’m ready to go.”
    Hawk snorted and kissed the back of Clint’s head. “Remember what I said about a high sex drive and a great sense of humor?” He nipped Clint’s ear. “I was right.”
    ***
    If Clint thought he was falling too quickly for Hawk, his dogs were even worse. Fluffy and Speedy immediately settled into Hawk’s warm pueblo, curling up on the rug in front of the fireplace and showing no inclination to continue their recent furniture destruction tendencies. When Monday morning came around, neither dog wanted to go.
    “Leave them here,” Hawk said. “You’re coming back for dinner anyway.”
    “When did we make dinner plans?”
    “I’ve got way more planned for us than dinner,” Hawk said softly.
    Even if Hawk hadn’t repeatedly told him as much, Clint would have figured that out when he’d gone to get his toothbrush out of one of the duffle bags Hawk had packed and found his entire closet stuffed inside. The responding glow that had spread through his chest had lasted the entire weekend and showed no indication of waning.
    “You saw what they did to my place. Are you sure you want to leave them unattended with all your nice furniture?”
    Hawk was dressed for the office in one of his perfectly fitted suits and Clint wanted to tear it off him and go back to bed. Two days of continuous contact had made him crave the man even more. He satisfied himself by straightening Hawk’s already straight collar.
    “I’m not worried about the dogs.” Hawk kissed him, took his hand, and led him outside. “They’re smart enough to realize they’re home.”
    Clint might have argued, but they both had to get to work. Besides, he suspected Hawk was right.
    “You want to drive in together?” Hawk asked. “I’ll probably end up making one of my regular visits to the station around quitting time anyway.”
    “Why do you have so many meetings there?” Clint asked. “I’ve always wondered.”
    “Meetings?” Hawk laughed and shook his head. “Baby, haven’t you figured out by now that I go there to talk to you?”
    “Oh.” Clint blinked in surprise but when he examined his feelings, expecting to be worried, he found only happy warmth. “Sure. And if you need to work late, there’s always plenty to keep me busy.”
    Hawthorne had a low crime rate, but two weeks of vacation meant a full desk waiting for Clint. Thankful for the distraction, he dug in, efficiently making his way through the mountain of work and doing his level best not to daydream about Hawk like a lovesick teenager. He had been mostly successful by the time six o’clock rolled around.
    “Hi, Hawk,” Sally said.
    Clint looked up from his computer and saw Hawk walking into the office. His suit coat was flung over one shoulder, his tie was loose, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up, exposing his thick, corded forearms. Even the man’s arms were sexy.
    “How are you, Sally?” Hawk looked at him, his eyes sizzling, and then he leaned against Sally’s desk and focused on her. “Things going all right with Earl?”
    Despite having spent five days a week, nine hours a day for two years with Sally, until that moment, Clint had never seen her blush.
    “Ya were spot on about him, honey.” Sally put her hand on her chest and sighed. “He’s the cat’s meow.”
    “I knew you two would