Brent circled a thumb slowly over the soft, thickened skin of Will’s sac, lifting and jostling his aching balls. Will made an undignified Huh! sound as his abs clenched and he tried with only partial success to keep himself from thrusting his hips upward for more.

Next, Brent slid that thumb slowly up the long ridge running from the base of Will’s dick, straight up through the incredibly sensitive divot in the crown. He caught a drop of pre-come as it emerged and used it to glide his thumb in a slow circle around the opening in the tip.

“Jesus,” grated Will, mindlessly, “Brent!”

“Kiss me,” Brent commanded.

Will didn’t want Brent’s mouth anywhere but on his throbbing dick in that moment. “No,” he protested impatiently… “Just…”

“Kiss me again first,” Brent insisted in a reasonable tone.

Fine. 

Will sat up and grabbed Brent’s head in his hands, thumbs on his cheeks, fingers wrapping around the back. Bending over him, he kissed Brent with all the desperation he was feeling. 

Let him feel this. 

Let him experience being toyed with and edged. He kissed Brent long and hard, hot and wet, and didn’t stop until they were both panting. Then he went back in and kissed him softly and teasingly, melting kisses, kisses that Will would probably be thinking about for a while, but so would Brent, and that was the point. 

If you’re going to be a one-night stand, at least be an unforgettable one. 

When Will's kisses had seduced even his own heart into an ache and Brent was leaning into him, pulling him closer and closer, he considered his point made and lifted his head.

“Happy?” he asked, seeing from the expression on Brent’s face that he’d made an impression. By the looks of it, a positive one. Brent now resembled a tousled, horny, appealingly disconcerted Viking god.

“Very,” Brent confirmed. “Never been kissed quite like that before.”

Will had no idea what to make of that, but it didn’t seem to be a backhanded compliment. “We aim to please.”

“You succeed. One more kiss?”

Wishing he looked grudging, knowing he didn’t, Will leaned down and caught Brent’s top lip between his own, worrying it, lapping at it, nudging it until Brent parted his lips again. He slipped his tongue in for a last leisurely kiss, admitting to himself that he loved Brent’s taste. He craved the firmness of his lips, and the press and slide of his tongue as he tangled it with Will’s. 

Yeah, you played yourself, William.

He’d gotten caught in a trap of his own making. It was going to take a while to put this night behind him. He should’ve taken the high road and stayed far away from Brent James. 

Too late now. Might as well enjoy the primrose path to the everlasting bonfire. 

He kissed Brett for a while longer, kissed him like it was their first and last time, which it was. He broke away only after he had kissed Brent every way he knew how and then gone back and revisited a few of what seemed like their mutual favorites.

“Better?” Will asked.

“Best,” Brent replied convincingly. 

Best? 

The guy was a good actor, or else one of those people who lived entirely in the moment. It could be that Brent was telling the truth, but it was a truth with an expiration date. Next week, or, hell, tomorrow night, someone else would get a chance to be the best.

Again, Will didn’t know how to respond.

“Now…” said Brent, looking down at Will’s twitchy, leaky, needy, pining cock, eyes glowing. With one hand, he grabbed Will’s balls and gave them a firm squeeze that made him yell in surprise and pleasure, digging his fingers into the arm of the sofa. Brent bent and with his other hand, lifted Will’s straining cock to his lips.

Everything went white for a moment as the heat of Brent’s mouth engulfed him. The world faded until there was nothing but the warm pull, the wetness, the suction, the soft rub of Brent's tongue, the pillowy touch of his inner cheek, and the gentle, strategic scrape of teeth. 

Will knew it was bad manners, but he thrust into the squeeze of Brent’s big fist and the softness of his throat helplessly, head rolling on the sofa pillow behind him, both hands wrapped around that golden head, holding it in place. Brent absorbed this abuse, encouraged it by gripping Will’s ass in his hands and pulling him closer, making sounds of unmistakable satisfaction as he completely devoured Will’s cock and his sanity.

Will held out for as long as he could, knowing this was a once in a lifetime thing, wanting it to go on. In the end, though, it was too good to last. He was in the hands of a man who had put in the work learning how to make other people lose their minds.

“Gonna come,” he panted in warning, right on the edge, giving Brent a chance to pull away.

Instead, the big hand tightened on his ass, holding him in place, fingers curving around Will’s ass cheeks, fingers long enough that the tip of one of them was just pushing against his hole, which finished him off instantly. With a bellow, he came, pumping ribbons of semen into Brent’s skilled mouth, too wracked to care whether or not it was bad form. 

He’d warned him, at least. Falling back onto the cushions, limp and panting, he lay there as Brent brought him back down slowly and gently with more strokes of his tongue and hands.

It was Will’s turn to deliver a sincere compliment. “That was… Amazing. Thank you.”

If Brent was surprised that Will had stepped outside his compliment comfort zone, he didn’t let it show.

“You were amazing,” Brent corrected with a lift of one shoulder.

“Well, I haven’t done much yet. Give me a minute and then you can see what you think.” Brent had raised the bar pretty high, but Will had some finely-honed skills, too. He thought he might be able to provide something that would make the next guy have to work hard to overwrite his entry in Brent’s mental database.

Instead of giving Will a chance to return the favor, however, Brent said ruefully, “I really, really, really wish this wasn’t the case, but I actually have to get going. I’ve got something unavoidable tonight, and I’m already running a little late. I know we said it was a one-time thing, but I would very much like to see you again. Can I get your number so I can call you tomorrow?”

Will sat up, confused. “What do you mean you have to get going? You haven’t even had a turn. At least let me…”

Brent stood, and walked over to pick up his shirt and undershirt which were draped over a chair at the dining table. “Rain check? Please?”

Confusion was morphing into irritation. Will wanted to reciprocate, and he didn’t think anyone had ever prevented him from doing so. “I told you, I don’t date Alphas. This was a one-off. We were clear about that.” 

He stood and grabbed his trousers, shoving his legs back into them and zipping them up. 

Rule One: never try to win a debate with a Yale Law grad while you’re naked. 

“I heard you loud and clear. You won’t date me. But you said it was a one-night deal. I’ve cashed in a third of a night at most. I still have two-thirds of a night remaining.”

Like hell. Things had gotten way too personal already. He couldn’t do more nights like this. He’d end up all fucked up.

He laughed darkly. “Nuh-uh. No way. No breaking up the package. This product is not labeled for individual sale.”

“Well, that’s not very sporting of you, and maybe we won’t refer to you as a product? Believe me, I really want to enjoy my turn, I just can’t tonight for reasons beyond my control. Is it so unreasonable to ask for a rain check on the rest of the evening?”

It wasn’t unreasonable, but flustered and threatened by his own emotions, Will shook his head in a decisive no. “This is why I don’t date Alphas AND why I don’t date lawyers.”

“Well, having spent even a third of an evening in your company, I have no problem understanding why they’d want to date you. You’re really not going to give me your number?”

“I’m really not,” said Will, proud of himself for holding the line, but already concerned about how long his self-preservation instincts would shield him from his own horniness if Brent decided to be persistent.

Brent pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up, then tucked it into his pants. In no time, he was looking completely presentable again. More than presentable. Hugely, blisteringly hot. 

Brent shrugged. “Well, I like a challenge.” 

Will tapped into his resentment over the evening being cut short to help him set the right tone. “I’m not a challenge, I’m an inevitable defeat. Thanks for this, though, I had a good time, at least.”

“Oh, I had a great time too, trust me. You’re irresistible. I’d taste every inch of you if I had the time tonight.”

There was another one of those flustering, over the top compliments that there was no correct response for.

“Something tells me that you’ll find me easier and easier to resist as the minutes tick by. Easier still if the right person crosses your path," said Will skeptically.

Or you could just decide you’d rather stay…

“You think I'll be able to resist you? I doubt that very much. What are you so worried about? Worst case scenario, I have my turn in the next third of the evening, and in the final third we take a turn together. Then if we don’t want to, we never see each other again outside of work. Everybody wins. Twice.”

Huh. He’s seriously going to leave. Well, okay. That’s fine. 

He wasn't going to plead with the guy. Will preferred him leaving. It was fine. Now he got to have a nice post-orgasm shower and a relaxing evening. He wouldn’t get a crick in his neck trying to service that undoubtedly massive, probably glorious cock that he hadn’t even gotten a chance to see. 

Pity. 

…No. No, he didn’t need to see it. One dick was no different than the next. The leaving was better. He moved towards the front door, pulling it open and holding it for his departing guest like the polite host he was.

“I’m not worried,” he clarified as Brent put on his suit coat. “I'm just uninterested in repeating this encounter. Even if I did enjoy it. You have my work phone. You can call me at work about the Suarez case if you need anything… Professional. I have no problem working with you. Compartmentalization is a strength area for me. I have your contact information in case anything comes up on our end. I’ll be in touch, if so. Thanks for a fun afternoon.”

Brent passed through the doorway in no particular hurry and without looking overly concerned about his second curt dismissal from Will’s presence. As he passed, though, Brent bent and stole a quick kiss. Will jumped a millimeter or two, which pissed him off. 

Douche move, James. 

Will was pretty sure he hadn’t kissed back. At least not much.

“See you soon.”

“See you at work.” Will gave him a nod and closed the door behind him. He waited a few seconds out of courtesy and so he wouldn’t seem huffy, and then locked the bolt and threw the chain.

Heading back into the living room to straighten things up a bit, he heard his phone ring. He had to hunt around for it for a few seconds, but answered before it stopped ringing. “Hey, Chief. What’s up?” He listened to a lengthy query. “Yeah, I can do that. How long?” His eyes widened slightly in surprise at the response. “Whoa, okay. No, I can still do it, it’s just… Longer than I expected. I don’t mind. See you at seven thirty tomorrow, then. Have a good night.”