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Shane’s face buried there, and begged Shane to shove his cock inside. Of course there were no condoms in his fantasies, and when Shane rammed into him, the burn of flesh on flesh heated every pore. Panting, he jerked himself faster, his fingers pistoning in his ass. He imagined Shane heavy behind him, Shane’s hairy thighs and balls slapping against him, his cock like a hot poker.
    Rolling over, Rafa went up on his knees, burying his face in his pillow to muffle his cries. It was awkward to get deep into his hole now, so he concentrated on his cock and balls with his other hand, imagining it was Shane touching him. He pulled down the foreskin, teasing the head of his cock. All the while in his mind, Shane pounded his ass, grunting and murmuring a litany of dirty talk about how tight Rafa was, and how he was a cum slut, and Shane was going to fill him up until it gushed out.
    With a groan into his pillow, Rafa came, toes curling as his orgasm vibrated through him violently. After a few gasps, Rafa lifted his hand and licked it clean, imagining it was Shane feeding him his own spunk as he filled his body—cum in his ass and in his mouth, hot inside him and salty on his tongue.
    Collapsing onto his belly, he swallowed the bitter drops, knowing he was probably a total freak for eating his own jizz. But until he could eat someone else’s, it was all he had. He moaned softly as he wondered what Shane’s would taste like.
    I’d kneel at his feet and let him fuck my mouth. Suck him until he came down my throat, his hands pulling my hair. Maybe he’d smile…
    As the glow faded, Rafa hurried to the bathroom and cleaned himself, thanking God that Shane wouldn’t be able to read his mind when he saw him again.

Chapter Four
 
    “Kendrick.” Brent Harris motioned him into the Secret Service office as he approached down the center hallway.
    Inside, Shane glanced at the protectee locator, the electronic box listing the location of the president, vice-president, and their immediate families. Rafael was upstairs on the third floor. “What’s up? Pearce should be here soon.” Alan’s text had only said he’d be late and not to wait for him. Being late wasn’t acceptable, but it was their second week on the midnight shift, and they’d only seen Valor once. Odds were that Rafa was staying put upstairs.
    In the three weeks since the false alarm at the park, he’d only gone out to foundation events or meetings, aside from one barbecue hosted by an old high school friend. He’d talked and laughed with his former classmates while eating hot dogs and drinking beer, but Shane had the feeling his heart wasn’t in it. There seemed to be a switch he flicked on when he had to be polite and friendly. He didn’t talk much otherwise and kept to himself most of the time. It made for an easy detail, at least.
    “Actually, Pearce isn’t coming in,” Harris replied. They stood in the corner of the office, the other agents monitoring the live feeds from security cameras. This late at night there was fewer staff, but the office was of course monitored twenty-four seven. Harris went on. “He’s got a family emergency.”
    Shane’s stomach dropped. “Serious?”
    “His son has an infection. He’s been hospitalized.”
    “But Al said he’s been doing okay.” Just the other day he’d shown Shane a video of the boy laughing as he and Alan played catch in the yard. There was a gap between Dylan’s teeth that he’d been eager to show to the camera. “Damn.”
    Harris nodded grimly. “I told him to stay at the hospital and I’d cover if need be. I called Nguyen, and we’ve discussed it. If Pearce can’t come in the rest of the week, how do you feel about taking the night shift alone? Of course you’d have backup from the uniforms if need be, but Valor isn’t one for taking off at three o’clock in the morning to go party. Odds are you’ll barely even see him all week. Good thing it’s the mouse’s detail and not his