Honeytrap - Part Six
Honeytrap - Chapter 6 of ?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Sorry it took so long friends. Finished with college for three weeks, finally go this chapter update done. It’s longer than usual for me and I hope it’s worth the wait.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 6: SWITCH HITTER
Adam awoke with a killer pain. He was on his stomach and used his hips and legs to flip over. When he landed on his back, the pain in his butt joined the pain between his shoulders. Last night Reggie had definitely ‘made it up’ to him … again and again.
Really once was enough.
In truth it wasn’t necessary at all.
Once O’Dowd is finally in custody, Adam will NEVER bottom again.
Oooowwww.
The sheets on the other side of bed were flipped back and the mattress was stone cold. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position, tilting a bit to the right for comfort. Adam rubbed his wrists, looking down at the faint red marks and then over at the satin straps still attached to the headboard. Adam thought back to the conversation he’d had with Reggie after they had sex the first time in Timothy’s bed. Adam had made some comment about feeling Reggie for weeks and Reggie asked him if he liked it a little rough. Timothy had replied something to the effect that he did but not too rough. Well, since then their encounters had usually involved some light S&M. Timothy might put up with it but it turned Adam’s stomach.
He would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed for another hour or so; unfortunately, he had a job too. Besides, if Reggie came back and found Timothy still in bed, the older man might want to ‘make it up’ to his boy again.
Timothy and Reggie had been seeing each other for almost two months now. Every time they got together it was either at Timothy’s place or a hotel or someplace private. Reggie had kept his private life private and his business life even more private.
That was all about to change.
Tonight, Adam/Timothy was going to be in the middle of the hibernaculum, surrounded by sleeping vipers. He’ll have to tread very carefully, gather the information he’s looking for and pray he survives without getting bitten. Adam heard Reggie’s perturbed voice coming from the living room. Throwing on a robe, he padded to the French doors. White opaque curtains provided some privacy and Adam hooked the side of the fabric with his finger and pulled it aside just enough to get a clear view. Reggie was at the desk on the phone, writing something down. It probably had to do with the gathering tonight. He knew Kris and Matt had bugged the line and would be gathering the data so Adam took advantage of the little ‘me’ time he had and headed for the shower.
xXx
Kris closed his eyes and took a long, deep breathe. The air was clean and crisp and the sun wrapped him gently in its warm rays. There were no assignments or barking bosses or joking co-workers. LA was a thousand miles away and so were his troubles. There was a little splash of water, the boat gently swayed, and the most beautiful laugh in the world broke nature’s spell.
“Damn fish stole my bait!”
Turning his head, Kris smiled and looked at Adam. There was nobody in the world but the two of them - and the fish that stole Adam’s bait. Setting down his fishing pole carefully, Kris reached over and took Adam’s with one hand while collecting a worm with the other.
“Remind me again why I’m here,” Adam asked squeamishly, averting his eyes from the worm’s execution.
“Because we both work too hard … and we haven’t spent much time together lately.”
“I know … and I’m sorry about that.” Adam was silent, taking his turn to look around the still lake and the border of trees surrounding it. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
Kris had gotten the hook ready and looked up, catching the sun make Adam’s ebony hair glow. It wouldn’t be long enough if he never saw that blonde hair again.
“I’ve missed you too. I …,” he was going to say something else but the words wouldn’t come, “…I’ve fixed your line. Try again.”
Begrudgingly, Adam took the fishing pole and cast his line.
“I hear there’s a good restaurant in town that serves a killer fish,” he casually shared.
Adam wasn’t fooling anyone and Kris almost gave in.
“Let’s try one more hour. If we don’t catch anything, we don’t catch anything, that’s fine. Then we can hit up that restaurant.”
“If it doesn’t matter if we catch anything or not, then why are we here?”
Kris tried to look Adam in the eye but he couldn’t. The lake was calm but a hurricane was brewing in his gut. So, so much inside … needing to be said … but trapped in the maelstrom.
“Because it’s fun,” was what came out.
Adam laughed again, “If you say so.”
They fell into a comfortable silence again where words weren’t necessary.
There was another splash.
Kris couldn’t help laughing, “Lost your bait again. Next time I’ll bring hot glue to hold it on.”
There was no answer. Maybe Adam had finally had it with fishing. Kris turned to tease and help but found the other seat empty. His friend’s fishing pole laid on the bottom of the row boat while the last few ripples on the lake drifted away.
“Adam?!” Kris was on his feet, the boat rocking worse than an earthquake. “ADAAAAMMM!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Kris nearly fell out of his bed, waking with such a start. He bolted upright, his skin wet with sweat as if he himself had fallen into the lake.
The lake was a dream … thank fuck … but Adam still wasn’t safe.
Rubbing his face, he squinted at the sun streaming through the window. Yesterday had been long and stressful - flying to San Francisco, rushing to the hotel, bugging Reggie and Adam’s suite, the stress of worry, and listening in on another private, uncomfortable roll in the hay. For whatever reason, Matt seemed to get a kick out of eavesdropping on that sort of thing so Kris left him to it while Kris read through the transcripts from the recordings Adam had taken. The conversation on the plane had been all business. Apparently, this meeting in San Fran was very important … so important in fact that O’Dowd moved his entire operation from Boston to the West Coast so he could take an active role in this deal. It involved the illegal import and export of contraband and this ‘meeting’ was to finalize everything. Within 24 hours, some of the most dangerous criminals in the Bay area would be in that suite down the hall and if it was successful, a good chunk of the world was going to be in deep shit.
During his musings, Kris had wandered into the dining room where a cold pizza and fruit was waiting for breakfast. Matt was sitting at one end, eyes glued to the laptop screen. Grabbing an apple, Kris took a seat beside his partner, taking a look at the words popping up. The bugs were connected to a program that translated the audio into script as soon as the words were uttered. Obviously a lot of talking was going on.
Without a word, Matt reached across the keyboard and returned with a head set, handing it to Kris.
“Good timing … Adam just woke up.”
So obviously, the convo Matt was following didn’t involve ‘Timothy’. Putting on the headset, he listened to Adam mumbling to himself and smiled. Kris could picture exactly how Adam would look, hair all mussed, eyelids heavy, a little stubbly. There had been many operations they were on where they slept together - in a non- sexual, had-to-sleep-cause-they-were-tired-so-took-turns kinda way. Even half-awake Adam looked more put together than Kris did even when he tried. The rush of water filled the earpiece, followed by a groan and expletives on how good the water felt.
“Morning,” Adam’s voice gurgled. “Hope you had a good flight yesterday. Wish I’d been with you.”
So do I buddy, so do I.
“Lotta shit goin’ down tonight. Hope you’re ready.”
Hope you’re ready.
There was a squishy sound, probably shower gel or shampoo being lathered, followed by a musical interlude to start the morning:
“She keeps Moët et Chandon, In her pretty cabinet ….”
Flashback almost fifteen years earlier and one week after starting at the police academy. The weekend finally came and the recruits could relax a little. It was all overwhelming but Kris knew in the end it would all be worth it. A group of eight wannabe police officers made their way to a local bar. They had a curfew so they had make their free time count. Kris hadn’t had much time to talk to anyone and then he found himself sitting alone in a booth with Adam Lambert. They’d nodded at each other in class and the hallway but hadn’t had a chance to really talk yet. Kris knew nothing about him but the moment they locked eyes and Adam smiled, Kris knew he just had to have Adam in his life. The nerves eased after the first beer and they started talking and discovered a mutual love for music. Coincidently, Fat Bottom Girls came on the jukebox and both men applauded. Kris loved Queen, especially their more rock, guitar driven songs like FBG and Tie Your Mother Down. To Kris, Brian May was thee Guitar God. Adam loved Queen too but his Rock God was Freddie Mercury, favoring the more operatic and campy songs like Bohemian Rhapsody and Killer Queen. They spent the rest of the night at the bar talking Queen and had never stopped … talking that is.
Until now.
Matt grabbed Kris by the shoulders, making his partner jump. Matt was up and stretching, the headphones out of the computer so Kris could hear O’Dowd ordering room service. In his own headphones, the shower had stopped and Adam was presumably drying off and dressing. The monologue had stopped so Reggie was probably within ear shot.
“Anything good?” Matt teased.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kris cryptically replied.
“I would but knowing you and your … hang-ups, I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”
xXx
Adam toweled off and got into some comfortable clothes. Slipping into his shirt, it peered through the bedrooms doors and spotted Reggie off the phone and reading the paper. Beside him was a room service cart topped with a silver dome. Good, he was starving. Quickly, Adam finished up, took a moment to tune Timothy in and activate his bar piercing, and then made his entrance.
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, heading straight for the dome and lifted it, finding fresh fruit and an omelet. Popping a cube of melon into his mouth, he kissed Reggie on the head. “Hey, I was thinking,” he continued, sitting at the table and carving up his eggs, “after we check out the Fisherman’s Warf, let’s walk through The Castro. I heard about this art gallery that ….”
“Plans changed, we’re staying in.”
The omelet almost made it to his lips but hung limp.
“What do you mean we’re staying in,” Timothy asked, hurt tinging his words. “You said we could check out the city!”
“I know I did but plans changed.”
“You already said that. What changed?”
“There’s some big soccer game being broadcast from Belfast he wants to see and he was going to postpone until I told him about the big ass TV we got. I invited him and his associates over to watch the game and then we discuss business. They’ll be here at two.”
Timothy looked at his watch. “It’s just 9:30, can’t we fit in the Wharf?”
“No time. I have a meeting in ten minutes.”
It was then Timothy noticed the half dozen mustard yellow carafes on the dining room table and boxes of donuts. Suddenly, he lost his appetite.
“Might as well have stayed home and got some work done,” the young man muttered, dropping his fork on the plate and slouching in his chair.
Reggie opened his mouth to say something but a knock on the door broke the building argument’s momentum. He let in his men who descended on the coffee and donuts like a bunch of cops on a break. Timmy stayed where he was, sulking. He felt for the kid but business was business.
Suddenly his boy was standing in front of him.
“I’m obviously in the way so I’ll just go sightseeing on my own.”
“No.”
“No?” Timmy’s pitch rose but he kept the volume low. “I’m not some child you tell what to do. If you can’t go with me, I’m going on my own.”
Reggie grabbed the other man’s upper arm and hauled him into the bedroom, closing the door behind him before letting go. Timmy rubbed his arm, looking more hurt and really annoyed.
“What the fuck Reggie!”
“Don’t talk to me like that in front of my associates!”
“Then don’t act like a possessive asshole!”
Adam didn’t plan on their relationship taking this path and he was sure Kris was shitting bricks at this point. He had to turn this around … pronto. Pushing Adam’s rage aside, Timothy smiled and approached his lover carefully, a hand gently touching his arm.
“I’m sorry … I … I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have but I … understand. I promised you a weekend away and it’s turning into anything but. I didn’t want you along just to sit in the corner and look pretty.” Reggie rubbed Timmy’s aching arm. “This was uncalled for, I’m just stressed. This deal is huge and nothing can derail it.”
“I don’t want to derail your business.”
“I know. Look,” he drew Timmy into his arms and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get today over with. I need to concentrate, get this deal sealed. Can you just ….”
“Stay out of the way?”
“Yeah, that.”
“So why can’t I go out alone.” Timmy rubbed up against him. “I’m not looking for a hook up to kill time. You can trust me.”
“I trust you … it’s every other guy out there I don’t trust.”
Oh Reggie, if you only knew.
Timmy smiled and kissed him slow and deep.
“I’ll just stay in here and watch porn.”
Reggie laughed for the first time in days and squeezed his boy’s ass.
“Get some pointers. I’ll send in some donuts for you.”
“Thanks but I’ll just grab my room service tray and eat in here.”
When they entered the living room, Reggie’s crew was sitting and waiting for the boss. Timothy didn’t give them the time of day, getting his stuff and disappearing into the bedroom behind closed doors.
Adam sat on the bed and chewed a strawberry, sending out a message to his team.
“Hope you guys are picking up on the living room - I’ve been shut out.”
xXx
“That’s thirteen people.”
“Unlucky.”
“Let’s hope for the right people.”
Kris was monitoring the goings-on in the suite and Matt was watching the activity going on between the elevator and the door. The game was about to start in half an hour, stacks of extra chairs, trays of food and cases of alcohol had been already been delivered.
Gleaned from the morning phone call, this was it … sink or swim … get it all or give up. More so than Adam, Matt and Kris understood the bonding that happens over sports and if O’Dowd sided with the right team and showed Donovan they were cut from the same cloth, it would go a long way to securing this dangerous deal. If the situation wasn’t so dire, Kris knew it would be pretty funny watching Adam being forced to watch sports. He remembered his friend telling him that when he was a kid, his dad coached a soccer team and he was signed up. The problem was Adam was more interested in picking buttercups from the grass than keeping up with the game. Eber was a good sport about his son being anti-sport.
“That’s interesting.”
Kris diverted his attention to the screen showing the hallway. A group of ‘guests’ had entered but one of them … a big one … had remained outside the door. He had a bouncer physique and stood stock still, arms crossed and a menacing look on his face. The bulge of a gun could be seen under his jacket pocket.
“Guard.”
“Not surprising with the crème de la crème of San Francisco crime in there. The SFPD could pick them all up in one sweep.”
“Not until we get what we need, then they can have the lot. Hold on, I’m picking up a woman’s voice. Did you see any women come in?”
“I saw just one. Why?”
“I don’t know, I just find it strange. That list of criminals on the Agency’s watch list doesn’t list any women.”
“Guess some poor dude in there had to bring his girl along. I hate when that happens.”
“I bet that dude’s hating it too.”
xXx
The cheers were so loud they rattled the windows as one of the teams scored, the right team presumably. As the suite had filled up, Adam commandeered a comfortable chair and dragged it to the back of the room. He didn’t care about a great view of the game; he’d rather watch the players in the room. O’Dowd’s company began with trickles then the bulk of them showed up with Jake Donovan in the middle. He was Reggie’s age, late 40s, and imposing. Though slightly shorter than Adam, he had an aura around him that made him seem bigger than life. Donovan’s crew looked around the suite, thoroughly, and thankfully didn’t find Matt or Kris’ surveillance equipment. The two kingpins made introductions with their crews, leaving two people out - Timothy and the bored looking woman standing by the door. She arrived in the second wave and Adam hadn’t seen anyone speak to her since. Adam wanted to approach her but thought better of it, waiting for a formal introduction, if it ever came. Not a wise idea to rock the boat.
Once the game started, the unnamed woman made her way over to Adam. She appeared just as bored as he was but she’d taken to the bottle to keep herself busy. She found an uncomfortable folding chair and sat miserably, legs crossed, feet tapping and a large glass of red wine in her right hand - her left hand was trying to keep her upright on the seat.
Ever the gentleman, Adam couldn’t leave her like that.
“Excuse me miss, take my seat. It’s much more comfortable.”
Bracing his arms on the armrests, he was just about to get up when he landed back on his butt with an oomph. She took him up on the offer very quickly … so quickly she didn’t let him vacate the chair before she sat in it. She looked petite but she was heavy enough to trap him. The aroma of alcohol was all around her, especially on her breath and hazing around her brown eyes.
“Let me just …,” Adam tried to get up and out from under her but she wouldn’t budge. She draped her free arm around his shoulders and neck and wiggled her ass to get comfy. A surprised grin animated her sullen drunken face as she ground down on his crotch.
“No need hon … just fine,” she purred, fingers now running thru his blond hair. “What’s your name honey?”
“Timothy.”
“No you’re not … you’re gorgeous,” she giggled. “I’m Nora.”
“Hi Nora, nice to meet you.”
She ground down again, “Not as happy as I am to meet you.”
A cheer rose up from the men and Nora groaned, flipping her head to get long brown hair out of her face before she emptied her wine glass.
“If you don’t mind my asking … if you’re not a soccer fan why are you here?”
She tried to focus on Adam’s face and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you into it?”
Adam laughed low, “Can’t say I am.”
“So you’re just here for the business chat?”
“Actually, I’m not here for that either.”
“So why the fuck are you here then?” she demanded, her voice raising.
A couple of heads near the back of the pack turned to look at the odd couple but something happening center field took their attention back.
“I’m here with my boyfriend,” he replied casually.
“Bully for you. I’m here with my husband.” She brought her glass to her lips and pouted when one drop was all she found. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Congratulations.”
“Save it. He’s more interested in hanging with the boys than with me.” She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. “Guess you know more about that than I do … hanging with boys.” Adam gave up trying to jostle her from his lap. He was actually starting to feel sorry for her. “When I found out this was going on tonight, I refused to let him get away with it … again. Every time something special to me comes up, he has plans for something else.” Sorrow was quickly sobering her up. “Well, I refused to let him get away with it this time. I insisted I come with him or else.”
“Well, you’re here,” he commented sympathetically.
“You wouldn’t know it, the way he’s acting.” Her eyes softened as she gazed at him. “Where’s your man?” She trailed a finger around his collar. “Why as he left you alone?”
“Business. I came to San Francisco with him for a little vacation but I haven’t seen anything of the city except the airport, the drive to the hotel, and the view from our rooms.”
“I hate business.” She looked like she wanted to get up but changed her mind. “He thinks I don’t know anything about it but I do. I know all his secrets … I know what he wants. There’s this deal he’s trying to make with this O’Dowd guy ….”
Shit, she’s Donovan’s wife!
“… gonna make millions but will I see any?! No! I have to beg for every dollar I get from that BASTARD!”
More heads were turning. He couldn’t risk this deal going sour - he had to get her out of there.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private … where we can talk?” he suggested.
Adam meant it one way but Nora was taking it another. Either way, it got her out of the living room and into the bedroom with a full bottle of wine in each manicured hand, snatched from the bar. She poured herself a glass of wine then giggled when she realized there wasn’t a glass for her companion. She offered Timothy the bottle but he declined. Nora took a big gulp and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside her.
He sat down, ready for some covert interrogation. The Agency knew O’Dowd’s side of the equation and he didn’t know what Matt and Kris recorded during the phone call this morning or were going to pick up during the meeting this afternoon. This was a unique opportunity; Nora knew Donovan’s side and that was the missing piece of the puzzle.
“So, you know about your husband’s business?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation back to what he was really interested in.
Nora emptied her glass and set it on the side table with a clunk. Putting her full attention on the pretty boy beside her, she rested a hand high on his thigh.
“I don’t want to talk business,” her hand squeezed tightly, “unless you mean getting down to business.”
With a speed that belied her size and drunken state, she pushed Adam onto his back and straddled his hips. She’d been wearing a sweater and tried yanking it off sexily but the neckline got caught under her chin and then her arms got twisted. Eventually, she got it off, freeing the large breasts barely contained in her lacy bra. She hands ran frantically over his clothed chest and arms, desperate for contact.
“Why do you still have so much on!” she whined, getting her hands under his shirt and clawing at his stomach.
Adam grabbed her hands when they started work on his belt.
“Nora,” he said firmly but gently, “we can’t … I can’t.” She looked confused. “I’m gay, remember? I like you but I don’t like women that way.” Adam managed to brace his upper body on his elbows and then on his hands until they were face to face. “You obviously need someone to talk to so let’s talk, okay?”
She tilted her head and gently traced his face with her fingers.
“I … you … you’re right but … I just need,” her voice hitched, “I just need a man’s touch. Please Tim, just … just touch me … make me feel good … then we … I’ll talk.”
Adam was at a crossroads. Yes, he’s gay but he has had ‘encounters’ with women before during his undercover work. He’d never gone all the way but he had diddled in the name of justice. She looked so miserable he might have even done this just to make her feel better but he needed the inside scoop. Forget about playing with fire, this was playing with lava. O’Dowd, Donovan and a room full of thugs were on the other side of the French doors, only sheer opaque curtains offering privacy.
If he got caught with Donovan’s wife ….
He had to think and act fast. Adam mentally flicked a switch in his head, surveyed the situation with an agent’s eye, and got to it. Tossing her sweater to her, he told her to get into the bathroom. She didn’t want to leave the bed but he told her if she wanted him, she’d go to the bathroom.
In the blink of a blurred eye, she was gone.
Adam turned on the TV and found the game - there was still 20 minutes to go. He then found a chick flick and left it on while he went to the closed bedroom doors and peered through. The guys were engaged in the game, O’Dowd and Donovan at the front. Nora started whining from the bathroom that she was horny and Adam went into warp speed. He filled her empty glass with wine and joined her. She was sitting on the counter, fondling herself. Adam locked the door and walked into her grabby arms. Her kisses were nearly as potent as drinking right from the bottle. He tried his best not to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. They hadn’t taken any more clothes off but she was cupping his ass, holding him tight against the counter and Adam’s hands were roaming over her back, cupping her ass and the sides of the breasts. She was a loud one, moaning and mewling and gasping at the slightest caress. Adam reached over and turned on the sink full blast to try and drown her out.
After five minutes or so Nora was sated and leaning against him, her bones jelly and her heart racing. Adam caught a glimpse of himself, hair everywhere and red lipstick stains all over his face and neck. He imagined she didn’t look any better from the front. As he cleaned them both up, he got the conversation back on course and, as promised, she spilled everything she knew about her husband’s business deal with Reggie. Some of it was repetitious but there were important points they hadn’t picked up on yet, as far as Adam knew. He hadn’t exactly had the time to connect with Kris and Matt to find out what news they’d gathered so far. At some point, they were going to have to so Adam knew which direction to take this.
A sudden pounding on the door nearly made Nora scream, if not for Adam’s lightning reflexes getting a hand over her mouth.
“Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!”
“Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….”
Adam grabbed the terrified woman by the sides of her head and made her look at him.
“You do exactly as I say or we’re both dead,” he stated slowly and calmly while the door rattled.
xXx
After all the guests arrived, they kept an eye on the hallway and the bodyguard left outside the door but concentrated on what was going on in the suite. Matt put the soccer game on their TV, muting the volume, so they could coordinate what they were picking up with the action on the screen. Since Matt had already been monitoring the crowd and had become familiar with the voices and who they were, Kris picked up the feed from Adam’s piercing. For a while, all he was getting was the game with the occasional sigh and muttering from his friend on how fucking boring this was when a new voice entered the scene. It was that female voice they’d picked up earlier. She was drunk and not happy.
Sounded like she was becoming Adam’s problem now.
Adam offered her his seat and then there was grunt and loud giggles coming over the earpiece. Her name was Nora and she was flirting for all she was worth. Kris actually felt sorry for her because flirting with Adam was a lost cause - for a female anyway. They talked briefly about the game and then the flirting picked up again after she shared exactly what she thought of her husband.
This conversation wasn’t getting anywhere, in fact it was just distracting Adam from his job. The next couple of revelations gave Kris a cardio workout - first, his heart sped up when she all but came out and said Jake Donovan was her husband and then it stopped completely when Adam suggested they go somewhere private to talk. It was obvious to Kris she didn’t want to ‘talk’ but it seemed Adam was clueless, totally out of character as that man was anything but stupid.
The talking paused and then Adam started gently grilling her for information. Ah, so that was his plan. Okay, Kris felt better until Nora said she didn’t want to talk business - she wanted to get down to business and then whined about him still having his clothes on. Adam tried dissuading her but in the end seemed to give in.
“Hey man, is everything alright?” Matt asked, noticing Kris stiffen up and a red wash covering his face.
“No! It’s far from alright … Adam’s making love to Donovan’s wife!”
“What the fuck!” Matt exclaimed, pulling the plug on Kris’ headphones so they could both listen to the audio. “Is he out of his mind?!”
When Matt wasn’t getting off on listening to Adam having sex, something was definitely wrong.
Kris had kinda jumped the gun - they weren’t having sex yet but it sounded like it was going that way. Adam reminded Nora he was gay but she didn’t seem to care. She was desperate for a man’s touch and apparently it didn’t matter what man accommodated her.
Adam ordered her to the bathroom and then the sound bites were split. From the mics in the bathroom, they could hear her whining, calling out she was horny and needed him. From the agent’s piercing, there wasn’t much except thuds, clicks and mutterings. One phrase Matt and Kris picked up seemed directed towards them - “Trust me guys.”
They did trust him … up to a point. Right now it seemed he’d lost his mind.
With water rushing in the background, noises started to echo - as voices do in a bathroom. Grunts, groans, moans, gasps, begging - Nora was non-stop, Adam was relatively silent. Matt kept shaking his head and Kris was ready to implode. How the hell could he … he’s supposed to be … she’s a married woman … married to a mob boss … Adam was supposed to be dating another mob boss … was he trying to get himself killed!
Thankfully, they finished quickly, ending with unintelligible sighs and comments from a very sated woman. Adam was silent for about three minutes and then he got her talking. She confirmed some info they’d already gathered but she also gave insight into what kind of businessman her husband was and the scope of his operations. There was also new information about what Donovan really thought of Reggie … very interesting.
A pounding on the door echoed through the speakers:
‘Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!’
‘Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….’
‘You do exactly as I say or we’re both dead.’
Matt jumped into action but Kris held back.
“Kris?!”
He couldn’t believe he was about to say this: “Get ready and contact back-up but don’t jump in yet. Give Adam a chance.”
xXx
Donovan had turned around during a slow point in the game to look for his wife. When he couldn’t find her, one of his guys told him she’d been hanging out with some blond guy at the back and they’d disappeared into the bedroom. Reggie then looked around and realized Timothy was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t admit he knew who Nora was with but Reggie assured Jake that she was okay. Jake wasn’t hearing that, muttering how he should have just ignored her nagging and left her home. When they entered the other room and saw the bed sheets messed up and the bottles of wine, Reg started to wonder himself if something was up. Since the two couldn’t have snuck out unseen, they had to be behind the bathroom door. Reggie tried the handle and when he found it locked, he flipped out.
“Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!”
“Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….”
Barely thirty seconds passed but it seemed like thirty minutes before the door opened. Bright light flooded the bedroom revealing Timothy shirtless standing by the counter and Nora sitting on the closed toilet lid wearing Timothy’s button-up, a glass of wine in her hand.
Before a word was spoken, a fist flew out and Timothy was on his ass, rubbing his jaw.
Nora was suddenly crouched on the floor, a hand on the hurt man’s shoulder.
“Jake, what the fuck!”
Donovan was red-faced and sputtering half words. Reggie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He didn’t look mad - more curious - and he couldn’t help seeing some humor in this situation, despite his boy getting hurt. Timothy got to his feet and glared at the man who hit him. Reggie swore he could see rage behind those blue eyes but Timothy kept it in check. Without a word of explanation, Timothy shoved a wet sweater into Donovan’s chest. The angry husband held the wet rag away from himself, opening it up to reveal a huge purple stain on one side.
“She spilled red wine on her top. I was trying to wash it off,” the young man explained slowly, hand still on his jaw.
“I was cold so he gave me his shirt,” Nora added. “Jake, how could you embarrass me like this!”
“Embarrass you?!” he finally got out. “How could you do this to me?! Being half naked with another man under my nose … in front of my associates?! In front of our host!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me Jake,” Reggie commented, “but you do owe my lover an apology.”
“You’re what?”
The three were quiet while Jake processed.
“So … then … he wasn’t … he couldn’t ….”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry,” Timothy finally said. “She spilled wine on herself while we were watching a movie. Red wine stains so I was trying to wash it out.” He gestured to the sink full of reddish tinged water, the soap, and the wet sweater. “Nothing else was going on, I swear.”
“I … believe you. I don’t like it, but okay. Nora, its time you went home and-“
“Timothy”
“Right, Timothy … I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” He held out his hand and they shook. “Curtis can take you home,” he told his wife.
“Alright, but what about my ….”
“You can keep my shirt.”
“I hope this won’t affect our discussions,” Reggie commented with tight lips.
“What? No, of course not - business is business - and this isn’t.”
“Good. Timmy, can you get Nora straightened out and take her to the door. Curtis is waiting in the hall.”
“Of course.”
Donavan and Reggie headed back to the game and it was like the soap opera never happened. Nora threw her arms around Adam’s neck, squeezing tightly.
“Oh my God, you’re brilliant. Thank you.”
Adam got out of her embrace.
“Do up the buttons and get your purse.” He grabbed a plastic laundry bag out of the bathroom and stuffed her wet sweater into it before handing it over.
Still the gentleman - though the same couldn’t be said for her husband who went back to the game - Adam walked her to the door. He opened it to see a giant dude waiting.
“Curtis?”
He just nodded. The size of a football defenseman, he was definitely guard material. As Nora was thanking Adam again, he felt the hairs on his neck rise. Glancing quickly, he caught the other man staring at him intently.
“Thank you again Timothy. I’m sorry I caused so much trouble.”
“And I’m sorry you had such an awful anniversary.”
She cupped his cheek and whispered, “Oh, it wasn’t so bad. I hope we meet again sometime.”
Adam kissed the back of her hand and she left. He stayed in the open doorway as the couple waited for the elevator. Curtis kept looking strangely at him and Adam did his best not to get in the dude’s face to find out what his problem was … he was just in the mood to punch something.
xXx
Kris paced around the room, rubbing his neck, getting more and more agitated. Thank God it had all worked out. Back-up was ready to storm the suite if necessary but that wasn’t the point - Adam should NEVER had put himself in that position. At least he had the good sense to tell Kris and Matt via the ear piercing that he needed to meet with them. Matt stayed in their suite to continue monitoring and Kris headed their “safe” room; it was a separate room on a separate floor that the agents could use for meetings where they’d be undetected. Adam didn’t have a key so Kris went ahead to wait for him.
Only one knock made it through the wooden door before it was yanked open and Adam was yanked in. Before he could get a word out, Kris pounced.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!!!! Do you know you could have gotten yourself killed several times over?!!!! You put this entire operation in jeopardy!!!!”
“Don’t hold back Kris … tell me exactly what’s on your mind,” Adam wryly answered.
“And how could you … you know … you’re gay ….”
“No kidding.”
“Seriously Adam, how could you … sleeping with Reggie is bad enough but to … do that … just to make her talk … Oh my God, I can’t even …,” he rambled.
“Breathe … breathe … Kris, just calm down.”
“I can’t calm down!”
“Then spit it out so we can move on. I need to know what information you and Matt have got so far so I can compare it to what Nora told me.”
“How could you?”
“You already asked that. I just did what I had to do to get her to talk.”
“But to … to ….”
“Kris, you’re wasting time I don’t have.”
“How could you have sex with a woman?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh don’t act dumb, Matt and I heard you … how could you … and she’s married too!”
If Adam wasn’t so stunned by Kris’ reaction, he would have been laughing at how randomly upset his friend seemed to be. Yeah, woman weren’t his first choice but he did what he had to do and for the record ….
“We didn’t have sex.”
“We heard you!”
“What you heard was me getting her off with kisses and touches … there was no Tab P inserted into Slot V. I understand it may have sounded like we were fucking but we weren’t. She was drunk, highly sensitive and required the minimum amount of work. I certainly hope you two listened just as intently when she told me all she knew about Donovan and O’Dowd’s deal.”
Kris was more relieved to hear his best friend and that woman didn’t have sex than he expected himself to be.
“Yes, we got it all.”
“Good.” Adam grabbed a bottled water out of the mini bar and set it gingerly against his aching jaw as he took a seat. “So, fill me on what I missed while I was busy.”
The two men talked quickly, knowing if Timothy was away too long Reggie would come looking for him. All the while, Adam kept the cold bottle against the bruise and Kris couldn’t keep his eyes off Adam’s face. When it was time to go, Adam handed over the now warm bottle. Kris reached out and gently touched the cold skin.
“I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“I could have ducked and taken him with one punch but it wouldn’t have helped the cause any.”
“True.”
Brown eyes and blue eyes gazed at each other, fingertips whispering over pain. Whatever it was between them got interrupted by Adam’s watch alarm, signaling he had to leave. Both smiled and shared a quick hug before Adam hurried away.
Kris sat back down and looked at his fingers and the water bottle. His rage was gone, replaced with relief and … emptiness?
xXx
On the drive home, Nora and Curtis were quiet. She had fallen asleep but the bodyguard’s mind was working overtime.
He’d seen that guy before ….
And his name wasn’t Timothy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Sorry it took so long friends. Finished with college for three weeks, finally go this chapter update done. It’s longer than usual for me and I hope it’s worth the wait.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 6: SWITCH HITTER
Adam awoke with a killer pain. He was on his stomach and used his hips and legs to flip over. When he landed on his back, the pain in his butt joined the pain between his shoulders. Last night Reggie had definitely ‘made it up’ to him … again and again.
Really once was enough.
In truth it wasn’t necessary at all.
Once O’Dowd is finally in custody, Adam will NEVER bottom again.
Oooowwww.
The sheets on the other side of bed were flipped back and the mattress was stone cold. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position, tilting a bit to the right for comfort. Adam rubbed his wrists, looking down at the faint red marks and then over at the satin straps still attached to the headboard. Adam thought back to the conversation he’d had with Reggie after they had sex the first time in Timothy’s bed. Adam had made some comment about feeling Reggie for weeks and Reggie asked him if he liked it a little rough. Timothy had replied something to the effect that he did but not too rough. Well, since then their encounters had usually involved some light S&M. Timothy might put up with it but it turned Adam’s stomach.
He would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed for another hour or so; unfortunately, he had a job too. Besides, if Reggie came back and found Timothy still in bed, the older man might want to ‘make it up’ to his boy again.
Timothy and Reggie had been seeing each other for almost two months now. Every time they got together it was either at Timothy’s place or a hotel or someplace private. Reggie had kept his private life private and his business life even more private.
That was all about to change.
Tonight, Adam/Timothy was going to be in the middle of the hibernaculum, surrounded by sleeping vipers. He’ll have to tread very carefully, gather the information he’s looking for and pray he survives without getting bitten. Adam heard Reggie’s perturbed voice coming from the living room. Throwing on a robe, he padded to the French doors. White opaque curtains provided some privacy and Adam hooked the side of the fabric with his finger and pulled it aside just enough to get a clear view. Reggie was at the desk on the phone, writing something down. It probably had to do with the gathering tonight. He knew Kris and Matt had bugged the line and would be gathering the data so Adam took advantage of the little ‘me’ time he had and headed for the shower.
xXx
Kris closed his eyes and took a long, deep breathe. The air was clean and crisp and the sun wrapped him gently in its warm rays. There were no assignments or barking bosses or joking co-workers. LA was a thousand miles away and so were his troubles. There was a little splash of water, the boat gently swayed, and the most beautiful laugh in the world broke nature’s spell.
“Damn fish stole my bait!”
Turning his head, Kris smiled and looked at Adam. There was nobody in the world but the two of them - and the fish that stole Adam’s bait. Setting down his fishing pole carefully, Kris reached over and took Adam’s with one hand while collecting a worm with the other.
“Remind me again why I’m here,” Adam asked squeamishly, averting his eyes from the worm’s execution.
“Because we both work too hard … and we haven’t spent much time together lately.”
“I know … and I’m sorry about that.” Adam was silent, taking his turn to look around the still lake and the border of trees surrounding it. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
Kris had gotten the hook ready and looked up, catching the sun make Adam’s ebony hair glow. It wouldn’t be long enough if he never saw that blonde hair again.
“I’ve missed you too. I …,” he was going to say something else but the words wouldn’t come, “…I’ve fixed your line. Try again.”
Begrudgingly, Adam took the fishing pole and cast his line.
“I hear there’s a good restaurant in town that serves a killer fish,” he casually shared.
Adam wasn’t fooling anyone and Kris almost gave in.
“Let’s try one more hour. If we don’t catch anything, we don’t catch anything, that’s fine. Then we can hit up that restaurant.”
“If it doesn’t matter if we catch anything or not, then why are we here?”
Kris tried to look Adam in the eye but he couldn’t. The lake was calm but a hurricane was brewing in his gut. So, so much inside … needing to be said … but trapped in the maelstrom.
“Because it’s fun,” was what came out.
Adam laughed again, “If you say so.”
They fell into a comfortable silence again where words weren’t necessary.
There was another splash.
Kris couldn’t help laughing, “Lost your bait again. Next time I’ll bring hot glue to hold it on.”
There was no answer. Maybe Adam had finally had it with fishing. Kris turned to tease and help but found the other seat empty. His friend’s fishing pole laid on the bottom of the row boat while the last few ripples on the lake drifted away.
“Adam?!” Kris was on his feet, the boat rocking worse than an earthquake. “ADAAAAMMM!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Kris nearly fell out of his bed, waking with such a start. He bolted upright, his skin wet with sweat as if he himself had fallen into the lake.
The lake was a dream … thank fuck … but Adam still wasn’t safe.
Rubbing his face, he squinted at the sun streaming through the window. Yesterday had been long and stressful - flying to San Francisco, rushing to the hotel, bugging Reggie and Adam’s suite, the stress of worry, and listening in on another private, uncomfortable roll in the hay. For whatever reason, Matt seemed to get a kick out of eavesdropping on that sort of thing so Kris left him to it while Kris read through the transcripts from the recordings Adam had taken. The conversation on the plane had been all business. Apparently, this meeting in San Fran was very important … so important in fact that O’Dowd moved his entire operation from Boston to the West Coast so he could take an active role in this deal. It involved the illegal import and export of contraband and this ‘meeting’ was to finalize everything. Within 24 hours, some of the most dangerous criminals in the Bay area would be in that suite down the hall and if it was successful, a good chunk of the world was going to be in deep shit.
During his musings, Kris had wandered into the dining room where a cold pizza and fruit was waiting for breakfast. Matt was sitting at one end, eyes glued to the laptop screen. Grabbing an apple, Kris took a seat beside his partner, taking a look at the words popping up. The bugs were connected to a program that translated the audio into script as soon as the words were uttered. Obviously a lot of talking was going on.
Without a word, Matt reached across the keyboard and returned with a head set, handing it to Kris.
“Good timing … Adam just woke up.”
So obviously, the convo Matt was following didn’t involve ‘Timothy’. Putting on the headset, he listened to Adam mumbling to himself and smiled. Kris could picture exactly how Adam would look, hair all mussed, eyelids heavy, a little stubbly. There had been many operations they were on where they slept together - in a non- sexual, had-to-sleep-cause-they-were-tired-so-took-turns kinda way. Even half-awake Adam looked more put together than Kris did even when he tried. The rush of water filled the earpiece, followed by a groan and expletives on how good the water felt.
“Morning,” Adam’s voice gurgled. “Hope you had a good flight yesterday. Wish I’d been with you.”
So do I buddy, so do I.
“Lotta shit goin’ down tonight. Hope you’re ready.”
Hope you’re ready.
There was a squishy sound, probably shower gel or shampoo being lathered, followed by a musical interlude to start the morning:
“She keeps Moët et Chandon, In her pretty cabinet ….”
Flashback almost fifteen years earlier and one week after starting at the police academy. The weekend finally came and the recruits could relax a little. It was all overwhelming but Kris knew in the end it would all be worth it. A group of eight wannabe police officers made their way to a local bar. They had a curfew so they had make their free time count. Kris hadn’t had much time to talk to anyone and then he found himself sitting alone in a booth with Adam Lambert. They’d nodded at each other in class and the hallway but hadn’t had a chance to really talk yet. Kris knew nothing about him but the moment they locked eyes and Adam smiled, Kris knew he just had to have Adam in his life. The nerves eased after the first beer and they started talking and discovered a mutual love for music. Coincidently, Fat Bottom Girls came on the jukebox and both men applauded. Kris loved Queen, especially their more rock, guitar driven songs like FBG and Tie Your Mother Down. To Kris, Brian May was thee Guitar God. Adam loved Queen too but his Rock God was Freddie Mercury, favoring the more operatic and campy songs like Bohemian Rhapsody and Killer Queen. They spent the rest of the night at the bar talking Queen and had never stopped … talking that is.
Until now.
Matt grabbed Kris by the shoulders, making his partner jump. Matt was up and stretching, the headphones out of the computer so Kris could hear O’Dowd ordering room service. In his own headphones, the shower had stopped and Adam was presumably drying off and dressing. The monologue had stopped so Reggie was probably within ear shot.
“Anything good?” Matt teased.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kris cryptically replied.
“I would but knowing you and your … hang-ups, I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”
xXx
Adam toweled off and got into some comfortable clothes. Slipping into his shirt, it peered through the bedrooms doors and spotted Reggie off the phone and reading the paper. Beside him was a room service cart topped with a silver dome. Good, he was starving. Quickly, Adam finished up, took a moment to tune Timothy in and activate his bar piercing, and then made his entrance.
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, heading straight for the dome and lifted it, finding fresh fruit and an omelet. Popping a cube of melon into his mouth, he kissed Reggie on the head. “Hey, I was thinking,” he continued, sitting at the table and carving up his eggs, “after we check out the Fisherman’s Warf, let’s walk through The Castro. I heard about this art gallery that ….”
“Plans changed, we’re staying in.”
The omelet almost made it to his lips but hung limp.
“What do you mean we’re staying in,” Timothy asked, hurt tinging his words. “You said we could check out the city!”
“I know I did but plans changed.”
“You already said that. What changed?”
“There’s some big soccer game being broadcast from Belfast he wants to see and he was going to postpone until I told him about the big ass TV we got. I invited him and his associates over to watch the game and then we discuss business. They’ll be here at two.”
Timothy looked at his watch. “It’s just 9:30, can’t we fit in the Wharf?”
“No time. I have a meeting in ten minutes.”
It was then Timothy noticed the half dozen mustard yellow carafes on the dining room table and boxes of donuts. Suddenly, he lost his appetite.
“Might as well have stayed home and got some work done,” the young man muttered, dropping his fork on the plate and slouching in his chair.
Reggie opened his mouth to say something but a knock on the door broke the building argument’s momentum. He let in his men who descended on the coffee and donuts like a bunch of cops on a break. Timmy stayed where he was, sulking. He felt for the kid but business was business.
Suddenly his boy was standing in front of him.
“I’m obviously in the way so I’ll just go sightseeing on my own.”
“No.”
“No?” Timmy’s pitch rose but he kept the volume low. “I’m not some child you tell what to do. If you can’t go with me, I’m going on my own.”
Reggie grabbed the other man’s upper arm and hauled him into the bedroom, closing the door behind him before letting go. Timmy rubbed his arm, looking more hurt and really annoyed.
“What the fuck Reggie!”
“Don’t talk to me like that in front of my associates!”
“Then don’t act like a possessive asshole!”
Adam didn’t plan on their relationship taking this path and he was sure Kris was shitting bricks at this point. He had to turn this around … pronto. Pushing Adam’s rage aside, Timothy smiled and approached his lover carefully, a hand gently touching his arm.
“I’m sorry … I … I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have but I … understand. I promised you a weekend away and it’s turning into anything but. I didn’t want you along just to sit in the corner and look pretty.” Reggie rubbed Timmy’s aching arm. “This was uncalled for, I’m just stressed. This deal is huge and nothing can derail it.”
“I don’t want to derail your business.”
“I know. Look,” he drew Timmy into his arms and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get today over with. I need to concentrate, get this deal sealed. Can you just ….”
“Stay out of the way?”
“Yeah, that.”
“So why can’t I go out alone.” Timmy rubbed up against him. “I’m not looking for a hook up to kill time. You can trust me.”
“I trust you … it’s every other guy out there I don’t trust.”
Oh Reggie, if you only knew.
Timmy smiled and kissed him slow and deep.
“I’ll just stay in here and watch porn.”
Reggie laughed for the first time in days and squeezed his boy’s ass.
“Get some pointers. I’ll send in some donuts for you.”
“Thanks but I’ll just grab my room service tray and eat in here.”
When they entered the living room, Reggie’s crew was sitting and waiting for the boss. Timothy didn’t give them the time of day, getting his stuff and disappearing into the bedroom behind closed doors.
Adam sat on the bed and chewed a strawberry, sending out a message to his team.
“Hope you guys are picking up on the living room - I’ve been shut out.”
xXx
“That’s thirteen people.”
“Unlucky.”
“Let’s hope for the right people.”
Kris was monitoring the goings-on in the suite and Matt was watching the activity going on between the elevator and the door. The game was about to start in half an hour, stacks of extra chairs, trays of food and cases of alcohol had been already been delivered.
Gleaned from the morning phone call, this was it … sink or swim … get it all or give up. More so than Adam, Matt and Kris understood the bonding that happens over sports and if O’Dowd sided with the right team and showed Donovan they were cut from the same cloth, it would go a long way to securing this dangerous deal. If the situation wasn’t so dire, Kris knew it would be pretty funny watching Adam being forced to watch sports. He remembered his friend telling him that when he was a kid, his dad coached a soccer team and he was signed up. The problem was Adam was more interested in picking buttercups from the grass than keeping up with the game. Eber was a good sport about his son being anti-sport.
“That’s interesting.”
Kris diverted his attention to the screen showing the hallway. A group of ‘guests’ had entered but one of them … a big one … had remained outside the door. He had a bouncer physique and stood stock still, arms crossed and a menacing look on his face. The bulge of a gun could be seen under his jacket pocket.
“Guard.”
“Not surprising with the crème de la crème of San Francisco crime in there. The SFPD could pick them all up in one sweep.”
“Not until we get what we need, then they can have the lot. Hold on, I’m picking up a woman’s voice. Did you see any women come in?”
“I saw just one. Why?”
“I don’t know, I just find it strange. That list of criminals on the Agency’s watch list doesn’t list any women.”
“Guess some poor dude in there had to bring his girl along. I hate when that happens.”
“I bet that dude’s hating it too.”
xXx
The cheers were so loud they rattled the windows as one of the teams scored, the right team presumably. As the suite had filled up, Adam commandeered a comfortable chair and dragged it to the back of the room. He didn’t care about a great view of the game; he’d rather watch the players in the room. O’Dowd’s company began with trickles then the bulk of them showed up with Jake Donovan in the middle. He was Reggie’s age, late 40s, and imposing. Though slightly shorter than Adam, he had an aura around him that made him seem bigger than life. Donovan’s crew looked around the suite, thoroughly, and thankfully didn’t find Matt or Kris’ surveillance equipment. The two kingpins made introductions with their crews, leaving two people out - Timothy and the bored looking woman standing by the door. She arrived in the second wave and Adam hadn’t seen anyone speak to her since. Adam wanted to approach her but thought better of it, waiting for a formal introduction, if it ever came. Not a wise idea to rock the boat.
Once the game started, the unnamed woman made her way over to Adam. She appeared just as bored as he was but she’d taken to the bottle to keep herself busy. She found an uncomfortable folding chair and sat miserably, legs crossed, feet tapping and a large glass of red wine in her right hand - her left hand was trying to keep her upright on the seat.
Ever the gentleman, Adam couldn’t leave her like that.
“Excuse me miss, take my seat. It’s much more comfortable.”
Bracing his arms on the armrests, he was just about to get up when he landed back on his butt with an oomph. She took him up on the offer very quickly … so quickly she didn’t let him vacate the chair before she sat in it. She looked petite but she was heavy enough to trap him. The aroma of alcohol was all around her, especially on her breath and hazing around her brown eyes.
“Let me just …,” Adam tried to get up and out from under her but she wouldn’t budge. She draped her free arm around his shoulders and neck and wiggled her ass to get comfy. A surprised grin animated her sullen drunken face as she ground down on his crotch.
“No need hon … just fine,” she purred, fingers now running thru his blond hair. “What’s your name honey?”
“Timothy.”
“No you’re not … you’re gorgeous,” she giggled. “I’m Nora.”
“Hi Nora, nice to meet you.”
She ground down again, “Not as happy as I am to meet you.”
A cheer rose up from the men and Nora groaned, flipping her head to get long brown hair out of her face before she emptied her wine glass.
“If you don’t mind my asking … if you’re not a soccer fan why are you here?”
She tried to focus on Adam’s face and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you into it?”
Adam laughed low, “Can’t say I am.”
“So you’re just here for the business chat?”
“Actually, I’m not here for that either.”
“So why the fuck are you here then?” she demanded, her voice raising.
A couple of heads near the back of the pack turned to look at the odd couple but something happening center field took their attention back.
“I’m here with my boyfriend,” he replied casually.
“Bully for you. I’m here with my husband.” She brought her glass to her lips and pouted when one drop was all she found. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Congratulations.”
“Save it. He’s more interested in hanging with the boys than with me.” She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. “Guess you know more about that than I do … hanging with boys.” Adam gave up trying to jostle her from his lap. He was actually starting to feel sorry for her. “When I found out this was going on tonight, I refused to let him get away with it … again. Every time something special to me comes up, he has plans for something else.” Sorrow was quickly sobering her up. “Well, I refused to let him get away with it this time. I insisted I come with him or else.”
“Well, you’re here,” he commented sympathetically.
“You wouldn’t know it, the way he’s acting.” Her eyes softened as she gazed at him. “Where’s your man?” She trailed a finger around his collar. “Why as he left you alone?”
“Business. I came to San Francisco with him for a little vacation but I haven’t seen anything of the city except the airport, the drive to the hotel, and the view from our rooms.”
“I hate business.” She looked like she wanted to get up but changed her mind. “He thinks I don’t know anything about it but I do. I know all his secrets … I know what he wants. There’s this deal he’s trying to make with this O’Dowd guy ….”
Shit, she’s Donovan’s wife!
“… gonna make millions but will I see any?! No! I have to beg for every dollar I get from that BASTARD!”
More heads were turning. He couldn’t risk this deal going sour - he had to get her out of there.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private … where we can talk?” he suggested.
Adam meant it one way but Nora was taking it another. Either way, it got her out of the living room and into the bedroom with a full bottle of wine in each manicured hand, snatched from the bar. She poured herself a glass of wine then giggled when she realized there wasn’t a glass for her companion. She offered Timothy the bottle but he declined. Nora took a big gulp and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside her.
He sat down, ready for some covert interrogation. The Agency knew O’Dowd’s side of the equation and he didn’t know what Matt and Kris recorded during the phone call this morning or were going to pick up during the meeting this afternoon. This was a unique opportunity; Nora knew Donovan’s side and that was the missing piece of the puzzle.
“So, you know about your husband’s business?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation back to what he was really interested in.
Nora emptied her glass and set it on the side table with a clunk. Putting her full attention on the pretty boy beside her, she rested a hand high on his thigh.
“I don’t want to talk business,” her hand squeezed tightly, “unless you mean getting down to business.”
With a speed that belied her size and drunken state, she pushed Adam onto his back and straddled his hips. She’d been wearing a sweater and tried yanking it off sexily but the neckline got caught under her chin and then her arms got twisted. Eventually, she got it off, freeing the large breasts barely contained in her lacy bra. She hands ran frantically over his clothed chest and arms, desperate for contact.
“Why do you still have so much on!” she whined, getting her hands under his shirt and clawing at his stomach.
Adam grabbed her hands when they started work on his belt.
“Nora,” he said firmly but gently, “we can’t … I can’t.” She looked confused. “I’m gay, remember? I like you but I don’t like women that way.” Adam managed to brace his upper body on his elbows and then on his hands until they were face to face. “You obviously need someone to talk to so let’s talk, okay?”
She tilted her head and gently traced his face with her fingers.
“I … you … you’re right but … I just need,” her voice hitched, “I just need a man’s touch. Please Tim, just … just touch me … make me feel good … then we … I’ll talk.”
Adam was at a crossroads. Yes, he’s gay but he has had ‘encounters’ with women before during his undercover work. He’d never gone all the way but he had diddled in the name of justice. She looked so miserable he might have even done this just to make her feel better but he needed the inside scoop. Forget about playing with fire, this was playing with lava. O’Dowd, Donovan and a room full of thugs were on the other side of the French doors, only sheer opaque curtains offering privacy.
If he got caught with Donovan’s wife ….
He had to think and act fast. Adam mentally flicked a switch in his head, surveyed the situation with an agent’s eye, and got to it. Tossing her sweater to her, he told her to get into the bathroom. She didn’t want to leave the bed but he told her if she wanted him, she’d go to the bathroom.
In the blink of a blurred eye, she was gone.
Adam turned on the TV and found the game - there was still 20 minutes to go. He then found a chick flick and left it on while he went to the closed bedroom doors and peered through. The guys were engaged in the game, O’Dowd and Donovan at the front. Nora started whining from the bathroom that she was horny and Adam went into warp speed. He filled her empty glass with wine and joined her. She was sitting on the counter, fondling herself. Adam locked the door and walked into her grabby arms. Her kisses were nearly as potent as drinking right from the bottle. He tried his best not to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. They hadn’t taken any more clothes off but she was cupping his ass, holding him tight against the counter and Adam’s hands were roaming over her back, cupping her ass and the sides of the breasts. She was a loud one, moaning and mewling and gasping at the slightest caress. Adam reached over and turned on the sink full blast to try and drown her out.
After five minutes or so Nora was sated and leaning against him, her bones jelly and her heart racing. Adam caught a glimpse of himself, hair everywhere and red lipstick stains all over his face and neck. He imagined she didn’t look any better from the front. As he cleaned them both up, he got the conversation back on course and, as promised, she spilled everything she knew about her husband’s business deal with Reggie. Some of it was repetitious but there were important points they hadn’t picked up on yet, as far as Adam knew. He hadn’t exactly had the time to connect with Kris and Matt to find out what news they’d gathered so far. At some point, they were going to have to so Adam knew which direction to take this.
A sudden pounding on the door nearly made Nora scream, if not for Adam’s lightning reflexes getting a hand over her mouth.
“Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!”
“Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….”
Adam grabbed the terrified woman by the sides of her head and made her look at him.
“You do exactly as I say or we’re both dead,” he stated slowly and calmly while the door rattled.
xXx
After all the guests arrived, they kept an eye on the hallway and the bodyguard left outside the door but concentrated on what was going on in the suite. Matt put the soccer game on their TV, muting the volume, so they could coordinate what they were picking up with the action on the screen. Since Matt had already been monitoring the crowd and had become familiar with the voices and who they were, Kris picked up the feed from Adam’s piercing. For a while, all he was getting was the game with the occasional sigh and muttering from his friend on how fucking boring this was when a new voice entered the scene. It was that female voice they’d picked up earlier. She was drunk and not happy.
Sounded like she was becoming Adam’s problem now.
Adam offered her his seat and then there was grunt and loud giggles coming over the earpiece. Her name was Nora and she was flirting for all she was worth. Kris actually felt sorry for her because flirting with Adam was a lost cause - for a female anyway. They talked briefly about the game and then the flirting picked up again after she shared exactly what she thought of her husband.
This conversation wasn’t getting anywhere, in fact it was just distracting Adam from his job. The next couple of revelations gave Kris a cardio workout - first, his heart sped up when she all but came out and said Jake Donovan was her husband and then it stopped completely when Adam suggested they go somewhere private to talk. It was obvious to Kris she didn’t want to ‘talk’ but it seemed Adam was clueless, totally out of character as that man was anything but stupid.
The talking paused and then Adam started gently grilling her for information. Ah, so that was his plan. Okay, Kris felt better until Nora said she didn’t want to talk business - she wanted to get down to business and then whined about him still having his clothes on. Adam tried dissuading her but in the end seemed to give in.
“Hey man, is everything alright?” Matt asked, noticing Kris stiffen up and a red wash covering his face.
“No! It’s far from alright … Adam’s making love to Donovan’s wife!”
“What the fuck!” Matt exclaimed, pulling the plug on Kris’ headphones so they could both listen to the audio. “Is he out of his mind?!”
When Matt wasn’t getting off on listening to Adam having sex, something was definitely wrong.
Kris had kinda jumped the gun - they weren’t having sex yet but it sounded like it was going that way. Adam reminded Nora he was gay but she didn’t seem to care. She was desperate for a man’s touch and apparently it didn’t matter what man accommodated her.
Adam ordered her to the bathroom and then the sound bites were split. From the mics in the bathroom, they could hear her whining, calling out she was horny and needed him. From the agent’s piercing, there wasn’t much except thuds, clicks and mutterings. One phrase Matt and Kris picked up seemed directed towards them - “Trust me guys.”
They did trust him … up to a point. Right now it seemed he’d lost his mind.
With water rushing in the background, noises started to echo - as voices do in a bathroom. Grunts, groans, moans, gasps, begging - Nora was non-stop, Adam was relatively silent. Matt kept shaking his head and Kris was ready to implode. How the hell could he … he’s supposed to be … she’s a married woman … married to a mob boss … Adam was supposed to be dating another mob boss … was he trying to get himself killed!
Thankfully, they finished quickly, ending with unintelligible sighs and comments from a very sated woman. Adam was silent for about three minutes and then he got her talking. She confirmed some info they’d already gathered but she also gave insight into what kind of businessman her husband was and the scope of his operations. There was also new information about what Donovan really thought of Reggie … very interesting.
A pounding on the door echoed through the speakers:
‘Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!’
‘Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….’
‘You do exactly as I say or we’re both dead.’
Matt jumped into action but Kris held back.
“Kris?!”
He couldn’t believe he was about to say this: “Get ready and contact back-up but don’t jump in yet. Give Adam a chance.”
xXx
Donovan had turned around during a slow point in the game to look for his wife. When he couldn’t find her, one of his guys told him she’d been hanging out with some blond guy at the back and they’d disappeared into the bedroom. Reggie then looked around and realized Timothy was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t admit he knew who Nora was with but Reggie assured Jake that she was okay. Jake wasn’t hearing that, muttering how he should have just ignored her nagging and left her home. When they entered the other room and saw the bed sheets messed up and the bottles of wine, Reg started to wonder himself if something was up. Since the two couldn’t have snuck out unseen, they had to be behind the bathroom door. Reggie tried the handle and when he found it locked, he flipped out.
“Timothy! What the fuck’s going on in there?!!!!!!”
“Nora, are you in there?! So help me bitch, I’ll ….”
Barely thirty seconds passed but it seemed like thirty minutes before the door opened. Bright light flooded the bedroom revealing Timothy shirtless standing by the counter and Nora sitting on the closed toilet lid wearing Timothy’s button-up, a glass of wine in her hand.
Before a word was spoken, a fist flew out and Timothy was on his ass, rubbing his jaw.
Nora was suddenly crouched on the floor, a hand on the hurt man’s shoulder.
“Jake, what the fuck!”
Donovan was red-faced and sputtering half words. Reggie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He didn’t look mad - more curious - and he couldn’t help seeing some humor in this situation, despite his boy getting hurt. Timothy got to his feet and glared at the man who hit him. Reggie swore he could see rage behind those blue eyes but Timothy kept it in check. Without a word of explanation, Timothy shoved a wet sweater into Donovan’s chest. The angry husband held the wet rag away from himself, opening it up to reveal a huge purple stain on one side.
“She spilled red wine on her top. I was trying to wash it off,” the young man explained slowly, hand still on his jaw.
“I was cold so he gave me his shirt,” Nora added. “Jake, how could you embarrass me like this!”
“Embarrass you?!” he finally got out. “How could you do this to me?! Being half naked with another man under my nose … in front of my associates?! In front of our host!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me Jake,” Reggie commented, “but you do owe my lover an apology.”
“You’re what?”
The three were quiet while Jake processed.
“So … then … he wasn’t … he couldn’t ….”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry,” Timothy finally said. “She spilled wine on herself while we were watching a movie. Red wine stains so I was trying to wash it out.” He gestured to the sink full of reddish tinged water, the soap, and the wet sweater. “Nothing else was going on, I swear.”
“I … believe you. I don’t like it, but okay. Nora, its time you went home and-“
“Timothy”
“Right, Timothy … I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” He held out his hand and they shook. “Curtis can take you home,” he told his wife.
“Alright, but what about my ….”
“You can keep my shirt.”
“I hope this won’t affect our discussions,” Reggie commented with tight lips.
“What? No, of course not - business is business - and this isn’t.”
“Good. Timmy, can you get Nora straightened out and take her to the door. Curtis is waiting in the hall.”
“Of course.”
Donavan and Reggie headed back to the game and it was like the soap opera never happened. Nora threw her arms around Adam’s neck, squeezing tightly.
“Oh my God, you’re brilliant. Thank you.”
Adam got out of her embrace.
“Do up the buttons and get your purse.” He grabbed a plastic laundry bag out of the bathroom and stuffed her wet sweater into it before handing it over.
Still the gentleman - though the same couldn’t be said for her husband who went back to the game - Adam walked her to the door. He opened it to see a giant dude waiting.
“Curtis?”
He just nodded. The size of a football defenseman, he was definitely guard material. As Nora was thanking Adam again, he felt the hairs on his neck rise. Glancing quickly, he caught the other man staring at him intently.
“Thank you again Timothy. I’m sorry I caused so much trouble.”
“And I’m sorry you had such an awful anniversary.”
She cupped his cheek and whispered, “Oh, it wasn’t so bad. I hope we meet again sometime.”
Adam kissed the back of her hand and she left. He stayed in the open doorway as the couple waited for the elevator. Curtis kept looking strangely at him and Adam did his best not to get in the dude’s face to find out what his problem was … he was just in the mood to punch something.
xXx
Kris paced around the room, rubbing his neck, getting more and more agitated. Thank God it had all worked out. Back-up was ready to storm the suite if necessary but that wasn’t the point - Adam should NEVER had put himself in that position. At least he had the good sense to tell Kris and Matt via the ear piercing that he needed to meet with them. Matt stayed in their suite to continue monitoring and Kris headed their “safe” room; it was a separate room on a separate floor that the agents could use for meetings where they’d be undetected. Adam didn’t have a key so Kris went ahead to wait for him.
Only one knock made it through the wooden door before it was yanked open and Adam was yanked in. Before he could get a word out, Kris pounced.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!!!! Do you know you could have gotten yourself killed several times over?!!!! You put this entire operation in jeopardy!!!!”
“Don’t hold back Kris … tell me exactly what’s on your mind,” Adam wryly answered.
“And how could you … you know … you’re gay ….”
“No kidding.”
“Seriously Adam, how could you … sleeping with Reggie is bad enough but to … do that … just to make her talk … Oh my God, I can’t even …,” he rambled.
“Breathe … breathe … Kris, just calm down.”
“I can’t calm down!”
“Then spit it out so we can move on. I need to know what information you and Matt have got so far so I can compare it to what Nora told me.”
“How could you?”
“You already asked that. I just did what I had to do to get her to talk.”
“But to … to ….”
“Kris, you’re wasting time I don’t have.”
“How could you have sex with a woman?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh don’t act dumb, Matt and I heard you … how could you … and she’s married too!”
If Adam wasn’t so stunned by Kris’ reaction, he would have been laughing at how randomly upset his friend seemed to be. Yeah, woman weren’t his first choice but he did what he had to do and for the record ….
“We didn’t have sex.”
“We heard you!”
“What you heard was me getting her off with kisses and touches … there was no Tab P inserted into Slot V. I understand it may have sounded like we were fucking but we weren’t. She was drunk, highly sensitive and required the minimum amount of work. I certainly hope you two listened just as intently when she told me all she knew about Donovan and O’Dowd’s deal.”
Kris was more relieved to hear his best friend and that woman didn’t have sex than he expected himself to be.
“Yes, we got it all.”
“Good.” Adam grabbed a bottled water out of the mini bar and set it gingerly against his aching jaw as he took a seat. “So, fill me on what I missed while I was busy.”
The two men talked quickly, knowing if Timothy was away too long Reggie would come looking for him. All the while, Adam kept the cold bottle against the bruise and Kris couldn’t keep his eyes off Adam’s face. When it was time to go, Adam handed over the now warm bottle. Kris reached out and gently touched the cold skin.
“I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“I could have ducked and taken him with one punch but it wouldn’t have helped the cause any.”
“True.”
Brown eyes and blue eyes gazed at each other, fingertips whispering over pain. Whatever it was between them got interrupted by Adam’s watch alarm, signaling he had to leave. Both smiled and shared a quick hug before Adam hurried away.
Kris sat back down and looked at his fingers and the water bottle. His rage was gone, replaced with relief and … emptiness?
xXx
On the drive home, Nora and Curtis were quiet. She had fallen asleep but the bodyguard’s mind was working overtime.
He’d seen that guy before ….
And his name wasn’t Timothy.