Nick grinned crookedly as he pulled into the marina parking lot. “You want my off-the-wall theories?”
“Give it to me.”
“You sure?”
“I want it hard, babe, come on.” Kelly offered him a cheeky leer.
Nick snorted. He threw the car in park, then turned it off and sat back, his hands on the wheel. “Intergalactic tea-loving time travelers trying to help the British win the Revolutionary War. Pissed-off historians in an attempt to liberate artifacts from their cages. Or treasure hunters out to find the missing Knights Templar library.”
Kelly laughed and leaned his head against the cool glass of the window, pointing a mocking finger at Nick. “Where do you get this shit?”
Nick smacked him in the chest. Kelly grabbed his hand and refused to let it go. “Can I play devil’s advocate for your theories?”
“No,” Nick grunted. He unbuckled Kelly and reached for him with the other hand, dragging him across the console.
Kelly began to protest, but Nick kissed him almost brutally, his fingers tightening in Kelly’s hair, his other hand bunched in Kelly’s shirt.
“What happened?” Kelly panted. Nick had a habit of being turned on at the oddest times by the most random things. Kelly never knew when Nick was going to grope him.
It made things interesting.
“We started something, I was thinking we’d finish it,” Nick growled, still tugging Kelly across the console.
The tone of his voice hit Kelly deep in the gut. “Not in the boat?”
“I won’t be able to walk to the boat, babe.” Kelly climbed the rest of the way over the console and into Nick’s lap. His elbow hit the horn as they kissed, and the Range Rover sat there screaming about how its occupants were making out until Nick reclined the seat. He shoved it all the way back, taking Kelly with him, and Kelly straddled him, laughing again.
“You’re f**king insane,” he gasped. He stroked his hand across Nick’s cheek to lighten the blow of the words. “What the hell turned you on this time?”
Nick reached for his neck, gripping it hard and pul ing him down into another demanding kiss. He kept his hand on the back of Kelly’s head, refusing to let him sit up, refusing to let him break the press of their bodies. “Just you. Moonlight on your smile.”
“Romantic, but are you sure this isn’t just a history nerdgasm you’re having right now?” Nick smiled against his lips. “Revolutionary War, you’ve probably been hard since you heard those words.”
“So help me out with that.”
“I did earlier.”
“Then f**king do it again.”
Kelly shifted in his lap until his hardening c**k rubbed against Nick’s through the sweats they both wore. Nick groaned and spread his legs further until he was able to prop his bare foot up on the dash beside the steering wheel. He raised his hips, shoving his c**k against Kelly’s, and they both moaned between their kiss.
“Shrapnel in your thigh, bad knee. How are you this flexible still?”
“Motivation,” Nick said, and he was just breathless enough that it sent another jolt through Kelly’s body. He loved when Nick got so turned on he didn’t try to wait for a bed. Or privacy. God, he loved it.
He ducked to kiss Nick again, delving into his mouth, licking at his teeth, and finally sucking on the tip of his tongue as Nick’s hands tightened on him. The kiss went on and on, and Nick’s hand found its way under Kelly’s sweatpants to grab his ass. He dug his fingernails in. Kelly had never experienced this kind of possessiveness before he’d started f**king Nick, but now everything Nick did seemed to claim him.
There was a loud banging on the window right beside Kelly’s head. They both startled, but when Kelly tried to lift up, to react, Nick held him right where he was, trapped against the steering wheel, not breaking the kiss.
“Hey, you can’t do that out here!” their intruder shouted.
Nick fumbled between their chests and found his badge, then slammed it against the glass, holding it there as the chain tapped against the window.
“Sorry, Detective,” the disgruntled security guard said.
“Didn’t recognize you.”
Nick snickered as he dropped the badge to resume his hold on Kelly’s hair.
“That was f**king hot, man.”
“So are you,” Nick grunted. He raised his hips, his hard c**k sliding along Kelly’s, the head jutting against the inside of Kelly’s thigh. He pulled at Kelly’s ass, ready to recommence as if they’d never been interrupted.
Kelly groaned and lowered his head, gritting his teeth.
“Nick.”
Nick merely chased Kelly’s mouth with his own, kissing him fiercely, pul ing his hair as the kiss consumed them both.
Kelly’s hips started moving again of their own accord. Nick held him as if Kelly might try to get away from him.
“Let’s get to the boat,” Kelly gritted out. “I want you inside me.”
“Too f**king late, don’t stop moving,” Nick gasped against Kelly’s lips. He took in a deep breath as he writhed under Kelly. Kelly grunted his name again when he realized Nick was coming. Nick’s grip hardened. “Kels,” he whispered almost reverently. The way he gazed up at Kelly, the love and utter devotion in his eyes, was something Kelly saw every time they touched, every time they made love. He’d never seen Nick look at anyone or anything else that way.
Kelly nuzzled against his face, then bit his neck as he gave in to his own orgasm, gritting his teeth around Nick’s skin to keep from shouting out for mercy. Nick shouted for him, though.
“I love you.” The breathy gasp in Kelly’s ear sent shivers through his body.
Kelly kissed him as they both came down from the post- orgasm high. “Love you too,” he whispered. “Even if you do like hunting intergalactic librarians.”
Nick rolled his eyes, valiantly fighting not to smile. He popped the handle on the door, and Kelly went tumbling out of the Range Rover to the ground.
“It was intergalactic historians. Damn, son, get it right.”
The shower in the master berth wasn’t what one would call spacious, but Nick had still convinced Kelly to join him in it. They couldn’t move without touching each other, and that was just fine with Nick.
They had actually shared a lot of showers before they’d become romantically involved. Sometimes in the places they were sent with Sidewinder, water was scarce and sharing was practical. Sometimes it’d been time that was scarce, and sharing had been practical. Nick had worked hard not to make that practice even remotely sexual, no matter which teammate or random strange Marine he was sharing with. It had always been hardest with Kelly because the man had no sense of personal space and no hint of self-consciousness. But now Nick was completely at liberty to run his hands down Kelly’s sides, to press him against the tile and kiss his neck, to steal the water because he was a few inches taller.