The mystery of Brent’s regular eye color still lingered, but Will now knew everything he needed to know about the cock that had eluded him the last time they’d been together. He almost missed his ignorance, because his standard for the ideal male member had just been rewritten, and he didn’t think there were many other men out there who would be able to measure up to it. As massive, long, and as golden as the rest of this genetically blessed golden boy, it arched over his flat belly on a perfectly centered line, looking achingly hard, almost painfully so. Will could help with that. 

He lifted it in his hand, a hand which had all it could do to encircle its girth, and raised it to his lips. The head was a deep pink, glossy with pre-come, and so well distinguished from the shaft by the turned up lip of heated flesh encircling it that it was almost too perfect to eat. Almost. He blew a stream of warm air directly against the head, watching to see how Brent liked that.

The hips lifted. Brent liked that. Good to know.

Next, Will, a connoisseur of dick divots, decided to explore this outstanding example. Placing the flat of his tongue against the gathered line of Brent’s frenulum, he slowly, lightly slid it upwards and into the deep notch in the glans, tasting salt and something more ineffable, something unique to Brent. He felt a vague jealousy for the Omegas of the world who could pin down that scent and label it and learn it. All he could do was tell that it existed, but that was enough. He laved the whole head of Brent’s cock with his tongue next, and Brent’s big hand immediately slid into his hair, holding his head surprisingly gently. He fought the urge to close his eyes and lean his cheek against Brent’s palm for a moment. Why was this big Alpha so damned sweet? Brent’s gentleness even in the face of his obvious need made Will even more determined to please.

Holding the shaft firmly in one hand, Will ran his tongue around the edge of the crown, in a single smooth circuit and then did it again, adding a series of light upwards licks. He slid his hand down using his thumb and middle finger to form a partial ring around the base as he tugged at and rolled Brent’s balls around with his other hand. To this he added a long tongue stroke from base to tip, and then another, and then another. Brent was sweating and shivering, an enormous, powerful, resplendent creature that Will clearly had complete control over for the time being. It was a heady feeling. Luckily for Brent, Will had every intention of being a benevolent master. 

“You taste so good. So very, very good.” This praise worked on Brent like another physical stroke. He tensed and the hand on Will’s head gave him a caress that was so tender and loverlike that Will caught his breath and just let it feel real for a moment before he continued. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him in an affectionate way in bed. Almost two years since his last semi-long term relationship? Two years of perfunctory, convenient, arm’s-length hook-ups to take the edge off and nothing else. 

Will hadn’t felt like he’d been missing out on anything until now. Damn it. It would have been better not to know. He wouldn’t have expected sweetness from an Alpha even if he had realized he’d been craving affection. He definitely wouldn’t have expected to receive it from the huge Alphan sex god that was Brent, but Brent kept unerringly finding Will's little weaknesses. Will wanted to resent these tiny emotional intrusions, but couldn’t. He not only couldn’t be irritated by them, he knew that if Brent wanted to touch him in this resolve-scuppering way for a little longer or on a few more occasions, Will was going to allow it. Maybe it was just something they both needed for now. Just for now.

He ran his tongue over the crown again, taking another dose of Brent’s taste, and then took the entire head inside his mouth and applied tight, wet suction– squeezing and relaxing as he added little strokes and nudges of tongue. Brent began to shiver in earnest now, tensing his body and groaning, one hand reaching behind his head to grab the headboard with a fist so clenched that his knuckles were white. Will took him a little deeper, added a few tantalizing little applications of teeth–not enough to hurt him, just enough that Brent could get a little contrast, a frame of reference for what it might be like if his cock didn’t have such a good caretaker. 

As expected, this made Brent even more wild. Ah, the Freudian death drive. In bed, as in every other area of life, a person could count on it. Will returned to strokes of his fist and gentle tonguing for a minute to give his jaw a little break, and then he went all in, relaxing his throat and taking Brent as deeply as he possibly could, which was nothing like the entirety of him. Anyone who deep-throated Brent was either superhuman or risking having Brent’s massive dick fatally bludgeon their liver or some other vital organ. Will used his hands to good effect on the rest of the shaft so that no part of Brent felt unloved or ignored. 

Unlike himself, Brent was a perfect gentleman and limited his thrusts to small, restrained jerks of his hips as he shivered and sweated and made pleading sounds, all of which told Will that Brent was getting very close. He redoubled his efforts. Just as Will’s jaw began to protest in earnest, a protest he resolved to ignore for as long as possible, Brent made a broken sound and under his hands and against his tongue, Will felt the tightening followed by spasms as Brent began to spill his come. There was the taste: yes, the standard brackish, pollen-tinged taste of semen, but also that ineffable note of Brentness, stronger than he’d experienced it so far, undefinable but incredibly appealing. He could get very used to that taste. He gently extricated Brent from his mouth and then swallowed and then treated himself to watching for and lapping up the pearly little drops of come that arrived late to the party under Will’s shallow, gentle strokes. 

As he indulged, he watched Brent, who was lying on the bed bonelessly, his color still high and a sheen of sweat covering his muscled torso, eyes closed. He was impossible. He was so splendid. Heartbreakingly so. No, not heartbreaking. Heartbreak happened when you thought that someone could, possibly, belong to you and you were disappointed when that didn’t happen. You couldn’t look at this sight and feel entitled to it, it would be pure hubris. This was Achilles. He belonged to the Ages. Will would have to content himself with pretending to be Patroklos for a couple of hours and then he’d go back to reality. 

He was still drinking in all the demi-divinity when Brent opened his eyes and gave him a look so intense that the hairs on the back of Will’s neck stood up. Brent reached for him, but Will leaned back to stay out of his range, which was no mean feat given the length of the guy’s arms. Will had unfinished business to attend to.

“No, hold on. I’m bringing up the lights for a second, I need to see something.” He reached over to the slider switch on the wall and raised the lights and then clambered up Brent’s torso and pushed his shoulders back into the bed. He leaned over Brent’s face and caught it in his hands to keep Brent from turning his head. He was not close enough to be distracted by a kiss, but he was close enough to get a good look. “Okay, look right at me,” he commanded. A little furrow of confusion appeared between Brent’s eyebrows, but he did as requested.

Will stared into Brent's eyes. Brent’s eye color was unlike any Will had ever seen up close before. It was…there was a ring of not quite green, not quite gold and then around the pupils, it gathered into distinct blazes of a warm, caramel brown. Like the rest of him, then, golden and rare and too good to be true. “What the hell color are your eyes?” Will asked, almost resentfully, “I’ve been wondering for a month and now I’m looking right at them and I’m still not sure.”

On hearing the news that Will had been thinking about him all month long, Brent’s eye color changed to gold immediately, but he answered. “Hazel, I guess. That’s what I have on my driver’s license.”

Holy shit. His driver’s license. Will called himself a detective, and for an entire month it hadn’t occurred to him that he could have just pulled up Brent’s driver’s license and found out what color they were. Then he called bullshit on himself– he knew good and well that what he’d wanted was to find out in person what color these eyes were. 

He heard his phone ringing in the other room and as he stood up to go and check it, he realized he was still wearing his kilt and that it hadn’t gotten in the way once this evening. He laughed a little. What a convenient, well-designed garment. God, how had highlanders gotten anything else done when all the guys were running around in these?

“Be right back– I gotta take this call. I got back in town just in time for the funeral and I haven’t been back to the department yet.”

Will went and took the call and then walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later looking not especially happy about the news he was about to deliver. His shirt, socks, and shoes were back on. He cringed slightly as he said, “I, uh, I have to go. I’m sorry. I have to run home and change and then go to work for a little while.”

Brent was already up and had pulled on a pair of joggers while Will was gone. He looked resigned to the fact that Will would be leaving. Still, he opened his mouth to speak.

Will interrupted him. “That was like… less than one hour. We said three back at the bar. So, if you still want a raincheck…”

Brent looked away for a second and then looked back. “Yes. I absolutely want a raincheck--and don’t think I’m going to let the last third of my one-night stand go to waste, either. Can I get your number now?” 

“Yeah, ok.” Will looked at his phone. "What's your number?"

Brent told him and Will entered it, typed in a brief message, and hit send.  The sound of Brent’s text alert pinged from the living room. “There you go.”

“Thank you. I’ll be in touch. I’m glad you’re back in town. And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Best I’ve ever had. By far. I mean it. Thank you.”

To his mortification, Will blushed, because he found himself believing Brent this time. He was also fairly certain that while it was always an excellent way to pass the time, he’d never enjoyed going down on someone quite that much before. He cleared his throat and mumbled something about being glad Brent had enjoyed it. 

“Will, one more thing before you go.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Will did.