Contentment

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Mike Weston breathed a loud sigh of relief as he stretched himself out on the sofa. Today had been one of the most tiring days in his life. He was feeling like an eighty-year-old grandpa even though he’d recently turned twenty-six.

His plane had landed less than ten hours ago and someone from Vigilant Warriors had driven him to a small house about twenty minutes outside San Francisco. The house would be his for the duration of his current assignment. Vigilant Warriors was an organization that dispatched secret agents. It was an extension of S.A.B.S.S. University. The public only knew it as Southern Area Bumblebee Sacred Soil University. It was a ridiculously lame and stupid name for a university, but that was not his problem.

Mike did not have much to unpack. He’d never been a hoarder even when he lived at home with his parents. When he’d attended classes in the university for the last seven years, in addition to the internship/part-time employment and the various assignments, he knew he would be expected to move around, depending on the tasks he would take care of. As a result, he only kept enough clothes and shoes to fit two large suitcases. His laptop was the only other item he owned. He’d purchased basic toiletries before the driver dropped him off at his new accommodation. He’d been informed he would be provided with a car the next morning. His weapon requests would be approved the following week.

Mike looked around the place from where he was lying down comfortably on the couch. His new place was a fully-furnished two-bedroom house. The master bedroom had an en suite bathroom while the extra bedroom had a bathroom across the hall from it. The best part was it had a decent size walk-in closet. The kitchen was equipped with the standard stove, an oven, a microwave, a few dishes, kitchen tools and utensils, a coffee maker, and a bread toaster. The organization had even stocked up the refrigerator and pantry with food, beverages, and condiments. He estimated some of those should be enough for a month.

The dining area came with a table and four chairs while the living room only had one couch and a small wooden table, complete with a forty-two inch, flat-screen television mounted onto the wall. The house also had a backyard and an electric grill on the patio a few feet away from the outdoor table and chairs. There was a huge garage next to the house. He could have parked four cars in it. He found it odd, all that space, but he figured he could always use the extra space for storage or something.

He’d spent several minutes outside after the driver left him in front of the house. He’d pretended to admire the house and the surrounding neighborhood. In reality, he was studying the area to make sure of a few escape routes in case something unexpected happened in the future. All secret agents were constantly reminded to be vigilant and to have alternative plans under all circumstances.

He thought back to the time when he’d been recruited by Vigilant Warriors. He’d been approached by someone from the organization at the start of his senior year in high school. Apparently someone there had been keeping track of him because his archery skills had impressed them very much. He did not reveal to them that he imagined all the people who bullied him in school as his victims before he would shoot arrow after arrow toward the designated targets. His technique worked so well that he always hit bullseye.

Aside from attending his theoretical lessons during the initial four years at the university, he’d also been trained in hand-to-hand combat. His weapon of choice continued to be the bow and arrow, but he’d also learned how to shoot with guns and fight using all kinds of swords and knives even though he did not prefer those other weapons. The one surprising outcome of his high school curriculum was the skills learned during Home Economics.

In high school, he’d cooked and baked because he did not want to rely on take-outs all the time. At university, he learned how to create poison using only common kitchen ingredients. Some kitchen ingredients could be deadly if taken in a large enough quantity. He’d then continued his Master’s and PhD to learn advanced secret agent skills. He was the best graduate after seven years and obtained a stellar record during his internship and part-time employment. Hence, he was now the director of the San Francisco branch.

On the surface, Vigilant Warriors was supposedly a security organization specializing in protective services for important politicians, high-profile business leaders, some celebrities, and other groups of people who might need them. However, the organization was in reality a vigilante group of agents. They were tasked to track down and assassinate criminals who could not be brought down by the law, while making sure their own actions remained untraceable.

Mike had been so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear the first few knocking sounds on his door. He silently chided himself for being less than vigilant. When he finally heard them, he’d rushed toward the door and peeked through the peephole. He’d smiled delightedly when he saw his lover, Timothy Miller, standing outside. He quickly opened the door to welcome him inside.

“Mikey!”

“Timmy!”

The two men embraced each other tightly. They had been together for more than two years now, but Timothy’s last assignment somewhere in Europe had resulted in a three-month long separation. The temporary long-distance relationship had been very difficult for both of them, but they got used to it. When it was over, Timothy requested to be stationed in San Francisco. The higher-ups had agreed, fully aware Mike and Timothy were lovers. While Timothy was four years older than Mike, the latter had risen through the ranks much faster due to his exemplary results, both on and off the field. Timothy was not doing so bad himself. He was now the assistant director of the San Francisco branch. The two men would be working closely together. They had decided to live together in the same house.

“Come inside, Tim. Is that all you’ve got?” Mike pointed toward the large suitcase next to his lover.

“Yeah, babe, and my laptop in my backpack,” Timothy replied casually as he lifted the large suitcase to follow Mike toward the bedroom.

“There’s a spare bedroom, but we can share the master bedroom, if you like,” Mike suggested, blushing slightly as he gestured toward the door of the master bedroom.

They’d never shared a living space before, so he was unsure what his lover would prefer in the current situation. He’d been astounded when Timothy abruptly dropped the suitcase before pressing him tightly against the wall. His heart was thumping faster as he felt his arousal building up and his pants tightening. He really enjoyed being so close to Timothy.

Timothy was very muscular. His hairy chest was wide, his shoulders were broad, his arms and legs were hairy, large, and toned, and his abdominal muscles were amazing. Mike could feel the hard c**k between Timothy’s legs growing larger by the second. He bit his lips to stop his loud moaning, but it was still audible. He noticed Timothy smirking in triumph at his involuntary moan of arousal, so he grabbed his lover’s ass to pull him closer and rubbed against him. He’d grinned smugly when the other man groaned a little at the feeling of their hard c***s pressing and rubbing against each other. The movement helped to relieve some of the coiling tension in their groins.

“I think we should share a bedroom. For easy access, of course,” Tim whispered seductively while breathing softly into his ear.

Mike shuddered with arousal and grabbed the other man tightly.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well, I’m not much of a talker. Why don’t I show you instead?”

Mike allowed himself to be pulled into the master bedroom. He was not a pushover anymore. He might be of a leaner build these days, thanks to the combat training he’d received, and slightly shorter than the other man, but he was absolutely deadly in a fight. Anyone who had ever sparred with him knew it. The other agents certainly respected him. His enemies were either severely injured (temporarily or permanently) or ended up dead.

Mike was not surprised when his lover impatiently tore his shirt up, wanting to see him naked as quickly as possible. He chuckled as he was being pushed down onto the bed. Tim placed his backpack down on the floor and stripped himself naked in less than a minute. His lover then quickly jumped onto the bed, covering his smaller frame with loud grunting and growling as he bit and licked Mike all over. He did not stay passive as he gripped his lover’s hair and yanked him up for a bruising kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance, neither of them willing to submit yet.

“Damn, Tim. I miss this. I miss you so much. Come on, babe. Bite harder. Mark me.”

He moaned louder when Tim only rubbed harder against him as their arousal became even more intense. When his lover bit a particular spot on his neck, he could not help the whining sound that escaped him while the other man simply growled triumphantly. He was certain there would be a visible mark on his neck now. A light sheen of sweat coated them as they rutted against each other. It had been too long since the last time they made love. Neither man could stop himself from panting out the other man’s name as they spilled white-hot almost simultaneously. They continued to rub against each other for the next few moments, hoping the pungent smell of their release would seep into as much exposed skin as possible. They had only stopped moving when they became over-sensitive even though they were still kissing each other passionately.

“f**k! I needed that,” Tim rasped out.

His lover laid his head into the crook of Mike’s neck. They were both breathing in the smell of their sweat and release. Meanwhile, Mike was playing with the other man’s hair while kissing the top of his head. They were temporarily sated and they would be satisfied to lie like that for several moments longer. He’d smiled when Tim raised his head to gaze lovingly into his eyes.

“Hey, handsome,” Mike whispered softly.

Both of them were panting and obviously still trying to catch their breath. He grinned teasingly when he noticed Tim rubbing their combined release all over his chest and torso so he decided to do the same to his lover.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Tim answered in return before they were kissing each other lustfully once again.

He could himself hardening slowly as they moved their hips up and down.

“Again?” Mike pulled back from the kiss and snickered at the man above him.

“Are you complaining?”

He noted his lover’s smug grin.

“Not at all. Are you sure you can get it up again?” Mike mocked gently.

“Is that a challenge?”

Mike pulled Tim down to whisper into his ear. “I need you to pound me hard into the mattress. I want you to hit that sweet spot inside me so hard that I’ll reach my orgasm without even touching myself. I’m just afraid an old man like you can’t satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied.”

He shivered a little when Tim looked into his eyes and glared at him.

“Mouthy little s**t, aren’t you? When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to stop. You’ll be sore for at least one week.”

“Yeah, old man? Why don’t you prove it?”

The two men stared at each other and neither of them was willing to back down. They were both hard again as the arousal built up.

“On your knees, babe. Place your hands against the headboard,” Tim commanded.

Mike eagerly complied because he needed this. He moaned out loud when he felt his lover licking into his hole, alternating between that talented tongue and a skillful finger. Tim’s finger plunged in and out a few times before his lover inserted a second finger. He groaned again when the other man growled and penetrated him with his tongue. The pleasure lasted for several heartbeats before he felt three fingers pressing deep inside him. He pushed back against those fingers, desperately begging for his lover to push in harder and deeper. He whined softly when the fingers were pulled out abruptly. However, he soon felt the other man pushing his hard member into him in one smooth stroke. He could only moan in relief and push back, clenching himself tighter against the intrusion. He heard the other man groaning as he tightened his hole even further around the huge erection inside him.

“Damn! You’re so tight! Been a while, eh?”

He heard Tim inhaling deeply before driving his hips slowly in and out of his velvety heat.

“You’re the only man for me, babe. No one else ever,” Mike panted out as he felt his lover pushing in gently before rubbing himself in a circle, stimulating his sweet spot repeatedly. “Harder, babe. I need it harder.”

He could tell that Tim was attempting to control his breathing to make it last for as long as possible, but he knew neither of them would be able to hold back. Not when their lustful hunger for each other was so palpable. He moaned aloud when Tim pounded him harder and faster. He’d turned around to see the other man grinning. His prostate was being hammered mercilessly as the headboard was hitting the wall loudly and it was accompanied by the creaking sound of the bed as the brutal thrusting continued endlessly.

“Don’t hold back, babe. I want to hear you scream.”

That was the last straw. Mike’s body convulsed as his hole tightened further around his lover’s c**k before he was grunting out loud, his release painting the bed sheet milky white. He could feel Tim gripping his hips roughly and roaring out loud before burying his hard tool even deeper inside him and ejaculating into his hole repeatedly, marking him with plenty of warm, creamy seed.

They both tumbled down onto the bed in exhaustion as they tried to calm their breathing and bask in their afterglow. Tim was still buried deep inside him, rutting in and out and trying to prolong their mutual pleasure. He moaned a little, but he was done for now. He whimpered when his lover pulled him closer and embraced him tightly before slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and falling into a sated slumber.