Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality by A.E. Via Read Free Book Online

fingers. They lifted their glasses to their mouths, sipping slowly, almost in perfect sync, both of them looking over the rim at each other. Shot couldn’t deny that they were well-matched. He needed this time alone with Fox. It’d been almost two weeks since they’d had a night off, but since their two leaders had that huge blowup today, Shade and Fox felt it was time for everyone to step back and get some air. Now Shot was looking forward to some much needed release.
    Fox came around to stand in front of Shot. He opened his legs wide and let Fox step in close to him. Fox set his glass down and drove both hands deep into Shot’s hair and massaged his scalp.
    “Oh god that feels good,” Shot breathed.
    “Did you get everything settled with Pierce and Call?” Fox asked, still rubbing.
    “Yeah.” Shot sighed. “It wasn’t pretty. Hawk came to Pierce’s defense.”
    “Oh man. That had to have been bad.”
    “Yeah. Especially since Call was choking Pierce when Hawk came in.”
    Fox paused his massaging. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “I wish.” Shot picked up his glass and downed the rest of it.
    Fox promptly refilled it. “I’m sorry I had to leave. I needed to go in to the office.”
    “I know you did. It would’ve happened whether you were there or not. It’s a glitch, but it’s not the first, nor will it be the last. I’ll tell you more while we eat. I’m hungry, and I’d like to watch a football game for a change. Then, I’ll do anything you ask of me.” Shot may have been bone-tired, but he was used to that… they all were. Sleep was rare and typically avoided because sleep brought nightmares. He’d rather spend those overnight hours in sexual bliss.
    Fox smiled. “I think I can handle that. You are so easy to please. Go sit in the den, it’s late but we might can catch the second half of the last game. I’ll bring the food in.”
    Shot gladly complied. He went through the house, passing the large living room and formal dining room that only had a table with a laptop on it and a shit-load of case files scattered across it. He turned the corner, going into their favorite room. It had a warm feel. Hardwood floors with a plush area rug that took up most of the space. Everything was decorated in dark browns and tans. The plush micro suede sectional wrapped along the wall. There were realistic looking ficus trees in the corners and some fake ferns on the mantle of the brick fireplace. The seventy-inch television sat inside a whole-wall entertainment center on the other side of the room. Shot quickly kicked his shoes off, tucking them neatly under the table while aiming the remote at the television. He muted the halftime show and turned on some smooth jazz on the sound system.
    By the time Fox came in with two full re-heated plates of spaghetti and chicken parmesan, Shot had dozed off.
    “Hey,” Fox whispered in his ear, making him jump hard. “It’s alright, just me. Relax.”
    “I told you, don’t do that.” Shot sat up and started digging in to his food. He could feel Fox’s eyes on him. He hated to admit it but he was embarrassed by his action.
    “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
    Shot huffed. He’d lost his appetite that fast. Now, his lover was rigid beside him, like Shot was going to flip out any minute. This is why he didn’t spend the night with others.
    “You not going to eat?”
    Shot had put his plate down and sat back on the couch. Fox looked back at him. “I said I’m sorry.”
    “Are we gonna fuck or what? I can eat later.”
    Fox’s head snapped back at Shot’s harsh tone. He watched his lover slowly wipe his mouth with his napkin before tossing it into his own plate. He ran his hand through his dark wavy hair before turning his brown eyes onto him. “So you wanna fuck? Now.”
    Shot didn’t answer, just returned the glare.
    “Thought maybe you showed up here because you wanted to have an evening. Watch some television. Hell, maybe a movie. Have a couple of