(2) Caomhnóir

 

Thom sighed deeply as he watched Keegan dress. “Do you have to leave?”

 

“Only for a few hours, mo ghrá.” As he finished lacing his tight leather pants, Keegan strolled back to the bed, bending to whisper words that had Thom’s cock hardening instantly.

 

“You’re a true bastard,” Thom groaned. “At least stay long enough to take care of the problem you’ve just created.”

 

Keegan laughed wholeheartedly as he turned away and went to the closet, replying over his shoulder, “When I return I shall, if it’s still a ‘problem’. But for now, I must leave.”

 

“Business, I take it.” Thom did his best to use that thought to tame his raging libido. What Keegan did, and why, was more than enough to scare anyone, mortal or otherwise.

 

“Not business per se,” Keegan told him as he chose a dark blue shirt, looking at it critically for a moment before donning it. “I just have to check in to let them know I made it back and to file my report.”

 

“I don’t suppose—“

 

“No, Thom, you may not come with me.”

 

“I wasn’t going to ask that, I know better. Besides there’s absolutely no way I want to come within a hundred miles of your superior. He’s—“ Thom shuddered.

 

“He’s only non-human,” Keegan said, chuckling. “He doesn’t bite.”

 

“With those claws he calls fingernails, he doesn’t have to. He could rend me limb from limb. But that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

 

As he checked his hair and then slipped his wafer-thin wallet into his back pocket, Keegan looked inquiringly at Thom. “What, then?”

 

“If we could maybe hit up the club tonight? I know it’s your first full day back but—“

 

“You want the world to know I really didn’t run off and desert you.” Keegan sat down on the bed, stroking Thom’s cheek. “I understand. I want everyone to know that too. So, yes, we can hit up the club, but just for a short time.”

 

“Perfect. Now, go do your thing, and gods, please don’t let them have a new assignment for you for at least a week.”

 

“I’d opt for a month, mo ghrá. It will take me at least that long to sate my hunger for you.”

 

“Only a month?” Thom grinned, leaning in to kiss his lover. “I was hoping two, three, twelve—“

 

“You, Thom, are insatiable.” Keegan returned the kiss, breaking it before his body responded to the extent that walking in his tight leathers would be painful. “I shall return by early evening at the latest, I promise.”