Love Lies Bleeding, Remmy Duchene [moboreader .TXT] 📗

"Nope, but he should have called me by now. Anyway, I have to go check on Anderson."

"Anderson? You at his place?"

"Other way around. I'll talk later."

Leo quickly hung up before Isha could pry into his sex life. She was famous for that around the precinct. He ran through the info in his head again and couldn't understand what that strange plant had to do with the murder scenes.

Shaking it off, he changed into a pair of track pants and a NYPD T-shirt and made his way into the corridor. It was quiet, but the light in the kitchen was on. When he entered the kitchen, he found Anderson dressed in nothing but a towel.

Leo's heart hammered violently in his chest. The muscles in Anderson's back were strong and well sculpted. His body ran from a nice, wide shoulder into a slender waist. Though he was tempted to walk forward and pull the towel away, Leo refrained. He cleared his throat and Anderson jerked around.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be walking around half naked but I got an idea and had to scribble it down before I forgot it."

Leo desperately tried not staring but how could he not?

"Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"I think you should get dressed."

Anderson tilted his head and rested a hand on his hip. He didn't move, which made Leo want to scream. "Please."

"Leo, come on. You're a cop. I'm pretty sure they taught you how to explain things. What's going on?"

"Please tell me you're not that dense!"

"Dense? I don't know what you're talking about."

Leo didn't even realize he was moving. All he knew was he had Anderson by the back of the neck, body trapped between his own and the table, and fused his lips to Anderson's. He pried the man's lush lips open and shoved his tongue into Anderson's heat. He moaned. Between the haze of his mind and the heat of the kiss, there was a small break. He jerked back from Anderson and slammed his fist into the counter. But the pain wasn't anything compared to the shame he felt for what he'd just done.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Anderson questioned. His voice sounded husky—almost aroused—but Leo figured that was all in his head.

"I shouldn't have done that, especially since you're not gay. It won't happen again."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Leo." Anderson walked from the room.

Though Leo wanted to follow, he didn't. He remained where he was, fingers gripping the counter tightly, head down, and eyes pressed shut. But though he tried, he just couldn't get Anderson's taste from his mind. Each time he licked his lips, he tasted the professor and every time he moved, the hardness of his body came back to Leo.

"Shit."

Anderson entered the room again. "Sorry. I forgot something."

Leo looked at the table to see a marker lying there.

"At least tell me," Leo said instead.

Instead of speaking, Anderson turned and moved in close, so close Leo could feel the professor's breath against his face. He licked his lips, trying to step away but the counter trapped him.

"You want to know if I'm gay," Anderson spoke, reaching forward and cupping Leo's arousal.

"Damn, Anderson, don't…"

"Don't what?" Anderson squeezed.

Leo sucked air in through his gritted teeth and reached for the back of Anderson's neck. He held on tight, grinding his hips forward. Anderson took his breath away when their lips met again—this time on purpose. He allowed Anderson to take his mouth and drink from it. Moaning, he fell back slightly, resting his free hand to Anderson's hip while his own drove forward repeatedly.

"What do you think, Leo?"

"I think I'm in a lot of trouble."

Chapter Six

Anderson ground against Leo, feeling the cop hard and trembling against him. Moaning, he moved his mouth from Leo's lips to his chiseled cheekbones, down his long neck, to kiss across his clothed shoulder. When Leo's arms tightened around him, Anderson smiled and slipped even closer to him. He crushed his dick into Leo's until they whispered each other's names.

"We should stop," Leo panted. "We can't do this."

But neither could stop. Anderson felt if he was to back away, he would die. Their lips found each other's again and he felt so completely heated, all he wanted to do was get the fire out. Leo's arms caressed his back and clutched at his hips before snaking around him again. Anderson relished in the feeling of being held in such strong arms and sighed. He fought with getting Leo's shirt over his head. He tossed it behind him and instantly reached for Leo's buckle. Once he had the pants down, he didn't bother having Leo step out. He merely sank to his knees and pulled Leo into his mouth.

"Oh damn!" Leo cried, pushing on the back of Anderson's head. "Your tongue feels so good…"

Anderson swirled his tongue around the head before grazing it lightly with his teeth. He was rewarded with a hot, spurt of pre-cum. Moaning, Anderson swallowed. He fondled Leo's balls, before moving his mouth down to them. After lashing them with his tongue, he just had to taste Leo melting on his tongue again.

"You're so good at this!" Leo gasped. "We have to go to the bedroom,"

Anderson had no intention of letting him go but Leo pulled him up and Anderson hitched up Leo's pants. Leo took his hand and led him down the corridor to the bedroom. There, Leo shoved him onto the bed and began digging through a bedside table drawer.

Anderson took the time to strip down naked then lie back on the bed, touching himself. He trailed a finger over the head of his dick and looked at it. It was covered with cum. When Leo came to him, he smiled.

"Open your mouth."

Leo didn't question him but did as he asked. Anderson stuck his finger in and shivered. Holding his head with one hand, Anderson whispered something even his own mind couldn't decipher.

Leo's finger found his ass and fondled it before it sank in. Anderson gasped then smiled in pure bliss. He was being sucked