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Steve threw open the door to Carrillo’s office, not bothering to knock before he burst in all guns blazing and slammed it behind him, causing the glass to shake within its wooden frame. He didn’t even care that he was clearly interrupting what appeared to be a very involved conversation between Carrillo and Peña.
The two men immediately broke off and subtly shifted apart, heads bolting towards the door to see who the source of the incoming storm was. As if they couldn’t have guessed.
Steve couldn’t believe they’d done this to him again. The real kicker this time was he was the one who’d brought the intel to Carrillo in the first place, yet that hadn’t stopped Carrillo and Peña taking off without him to track down a person of interest and ‘persuade’ them to talk. He was so fucking sick of being kept out of the loop like a child that couldn’t be trusted. He’d transferred to Colombia for a reason and it certainly wasn’t to sit on the side-lines feeling like a spare part.
“I know you left me behind on purpose again,” Steve accused in a raised voice, his emotions already threatening to get the better of him as he made the bold – or stupid – move of stepping into Carrillo’s personal space.
“It was for your own best interests.” Carrillo didn’t flinch at Steve’s body language; his calm demeanour in complete juxtaposition to Murphy’s hot-headedness.
Steve scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at the sheer arrogance of the man. “You don’t know a god damn thing about my best interests.” Who the fuck did he think he was to decide that for him?
“What happens out there isn’t for everyone.” Carrillo hadn’t forgotten Steve’s less than enthusiastic reaction the last time he’d let him tag along, and took great pleasure in reminding him.
“When I first arrived here, I told you I wanted all in.”
“You know what that really means?”
“Oh, I do.”
“You sure about that, Murphy?”
“Yeah, I am as it happens. I’m a big boy, Carrillo, I can handle it.”
Carrillo huffed sardonically at Steve’s misplaced bravado. “So, Peña told you everything, did he?”
“I kinda figured it out for myself, thanks,” Steve shot back as he puffed his chest out and raised himself to his full height. An amusingly unnecessary gesture given the several inches Steve had over Carrillo regardless.
Carrillo looked across at Javi, who had been quietly watching this exchange play out as he leaned on the desk, having quickly decided his participation wasn’t required unless prompted. He’d been an unwilling bystander to enough arguments like this to know when to keep his mouth shut, but he had an increasingly bad feeling about where this was heading.
Javi returned Carrillo’s dark stare with a pointed look of his own, subtly shaking his head, silently pleading with him not to push whatever this was any further. He was confident Carrillo noticed the signal, but he persevered anyway.
“Oh, is that so? He told you what all in really means? And I thought it was our little secret, Peña.”
A dangerous edge had crept into Carrillo’s voice, as though he was toying with them both and enjoying it far too much.
“Fuck you!” Javi spat out as he lunged forwards, positioning himself almost protectively between Carrillo and Steve.
“I think you’ll find it was the other way round last time, Peña. Not far from where you’re standing right now,” Carrillo unleashed in reply. His expression remained neutral, evidently not intimidated by Javi’s posturing stance, nor caring about the verbal grenade he’d just launched across the room.
Steve could do nothing but stare at Carrillo with wide eyes and a gaping jaw, before transferring the intensity of his gaze to Javi, who he was quite sure had never looked so murderous and panicked in his life. It was as though Steve had heard it in slow motion, the words gradually filtering through his ears like a slowed down tape as he desperately tried to grab at each syllable to make sense of it all.
“Wait a god damn fuckin’ minute - you mean - you two are - you’ve been havin’ - together??” Steve eventually stuttered as the pieces slotted together in his head, the pitch of his voice climbing higher with each attempted question.
It was as though his brain had just short-circuited. Of all the things he figured they might have gotten themselves into when his back was turned, this was certainly not what he was expecting to hear and he had no fucking clue what to do with the information.
Beyond the initial shock and bewilderment, a knot of new emotions he didn’t fully understand was quickly unravelling inside him. At least this went part way to explaining Carrillo’s less than welcoming nature when Steve had first arrived in Colombia; not to mention the two men’s eagerness to slip away together after finishing work on a stakeout or raid. There had always been an edge of hostility and possessiveness from Carrillo; feelings not unlike the ones now at risk of overwhelming Steve at the thought of his partner being fucked by their co-worker. In this very room, apparently.
The more he dwelled on that specific thought, the more a myriad of other alarming and confusing feelings pooled inside of him, gradually working their way through his body, spiralling downwards and sparking a sensation that felt very much like arousal. Fuck. Where had that come from?
No sooner had he realised what he’d just been thinking about, he shook his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts. He had no idea how long he’d been silently losing his mind like this, but the self-inflicted jolt back to his surroundings alerted him to the increasingly tense atmosphere in the room.
“Ah, so he hasn’t quite told you everything then? Didn’t think so.” Carrillo was either unaware or quite unaffected by Steve’s ongoing existential crisis unfolding in front of him; it wasn’t clear which.
“For fuck’s sake, that’s enough.” Javi took a step closer as his fist reached out to grab at the collar of Carrillo’s polo shirt, the sudden movement causing him to make contact with the wall behind him.
Both men stared each other down, the sound of their heavy breathing amplified in the claustrophobic space between them. Steve had never seen Javi like this with Carrillo before, even when he wished he would be. It never did sit right with him just how willingly Javi went along with everything Carrillo said and did, although at least now he had an explanation for it.
“You sure you want to let him in, Peña? You really think he’ll be able to handle any of this?” Carrillo spoke in an antagonising half-whisper, as though Steve wasn’t part of the conversation, or even in the room.
Steve was so busy still grappling with the fact that the two of them had been conducting some sort of secret relationship right under his nose, he almost missed this new development. Why would either of them want him involved? How were they even wanting him involved? Would he be involved with both of them? Did he even want to be involved with both of them? It’s not exactly like he and Carrillo were best of friends and yet he couldn’t shake the thought of it, despite how fucked up it was. Was this something Javi wanted more than Carrillo did? Did this mean Javi had been thinking about him like that for a while and he hadn’t even noticed? Were they affectionate together? Did they love each other? He’s not sure why he wanted to know that, or why it stung to dwell on it for too long. His mind was awash with questions and each one sparked a whole new set of questions that he had no answers to.
“Who says I couldn’t handle it?” Steve suddenly blurted out, finding his voice before he’d really had chance to understand the full implications of his words.
He wasn’t really sure what he was claiming to be able to handle, if truth be told. He’d never been in this situation before; not with one man let alone two, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to find out, and perhaps had been curious for longer than he’d care to admit. He had been lonely since the divorce. He was quite sure this – whatever the fuck this even was – wasn’t the reason he and Connie split up. They’d had a multitude of problems in the end, but there was a part of him now wondering if Connie had picked up on something between him and Javi. There had been an undefinable something there for a while; he’d just never understood what it was or what it meant.
Even in the short few minutes since Steve had this bombshell dropped on him, there was no denying the very physical reaction he’d had, and apparently was still having. He could feel himself starting to throb through his jeans, especially when he thought about watching the two of them. Being a voyeur to two of the most stoic men he’d met in his life, as they pushed each other to their limits of self-control and beyond. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was all escalating quicker than he had anticipated.
“Steve, you really don’t have to fucking do this. Just...go home and forget we ever had this conversation.” Javi’s voice softened as he turned to face his partner, who now resembled a rabbit trapped in the headlights that Javi desperately wanted to put out of its misery.
“What - er, what if I don’t wanna forget it?” Steve’s voice wasn’t as steady as he was willing it to be. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest as he spoke and his palms had begun to sweat.
“Steve...don’t be fucking stupid.” Javi didn’t even want to entertain answering such a lethal question. Better to dismiss the notion outright from the start.
“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, Javi. I know damn well what this means.” Steve paused for a moment, bracing himself for what was coming next. “I want all in.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like there’s more to your gringo than meets the eye,” Carrillo mused, his pupils wolf-like as they darted fervently from one man to the other.
Javi couldn’t quite understand what the fuck was happening, as his thoughts – or was it the room? – had started to spin. His body, however, was apparently several steps ahead of his brain, as Steve’s words rapidly permeated through his synapses, sending all of his blood rushing downwards and causing an uncomfortable tightening in his jeans. Shit.
This was new territory, at least where Steve was concerned. That wasn’t to say Javi’s mind had never gone there, though. Multiple times. In the dead of the night when all he had was his hand for company, when he just needed that sweet release to help him sleep after yet another day of dead-end leads and mounting frustration. He’d be lying if he said he’d never moaned out Steve’s name into the silence of his darkened bedroom and imagined it was his partner’s hand clamped around his aching cock instead of his own, but he had always tried to aggressively shove such thoughts to the back of his mind, never once believing anything could ever happen between them. Tried being the operative word, as it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Carrillo.
Steve had been a bone of contention between them for a while. Not that they were exclusive; far from it. They both had their own lives that they had a silent agreement not to discuss. Javi still had casual hook-ups from time to time. He still visited his favourite brothels when the mood struck him, or if it was necessary for intel purposes. Everybody works for somebody, right? That was just the way it rolled down here.
Carrillo in particular needed to compartmentalise his home life from his work life. He rarely spoke about work with Juliana and she didn’t ask questions if she could help it. She preferred to think of anything that happened at work as necessary for the greater good and leave it at that, even if that meant he sought comfort in the arms of someone else. Some no doubt would have judged her for living in blissful ignorance, but it worked for them. She got the unguarded, softer man that no one else got to see; she got Horacio. As long as her husband came home to her safely each night, she didn’t need or want to know the rest.
Javi most definitely fell in to the work category of Carrillo’s life. Their arrangement was more of a convenient coping mechanism; a release like a pressure valve, something they had gotten into the habit of doing to quell tension, to take the edge off, to forget. Or even sometimes to seek solace in someone who understood the darkness and horror of the world they surrounded themselves in. Javi never opened up to any of his bedfellows and Carrillo didn’t want to take that part of him home to his wife. It was surprisingly logical and straightforward, until Steve had shown up.
Carrillo could sense Javi’s head had been turned even if he would never admit it himself. To begin with, Carrillo would just make the odd jibe or teasing comment, purely to wind Javi up and of course it worked. But one night whilst they were blowing off steam, Carrillo had Javi exactly where he wanted him; spread out across his desk and on the brink. With one final, punishing thrust, he chose this moment to whisper directly into Javi’s ear “Bet you wish this was your gringo, don’t you? How about you invite him to join us next time?” Javi came right there and then, harder than he had in a long time.
From then on, it had been a lingering, unanswered question in the background that neither man wanted to be the first to address. Until now, apparently.
Javi ran his finger over his moustache several times as he mulled everything over, not that his brain had really digested all of it yet. “Okay, if we’re really doing this, we go slowly and if Steve says stop at any point, that’s it. It’s fucking over. Got it?”
“Loud and clear,” Carrillo replied, before he moved to ensure the door was locked and the blinds were drawn. A familiar routine he and Javi had gotten into since their arrangement had begun. Given the late hour, it was unlikely anyone else would be around, but they couldn’t take any chances.
“Steve, are you absolutely sure about this? Because there’s no going back. Once we’ve crossed that line…” Javi trailed off, not needing to overstate the obvious. He had to check, though. He had to be sure this was something Steve really wanted and that he wasn’t just doing it as part of some bullshit macho pissing contest he’d created in his head.
“Javi, it’s okay. I know. I’m sure. I want this.” The authority in Steve’s voice was finally returning, as he looked his partner dead in the eye.
Javi nodded, before looking back at Carrillo for direction on how this was going to play out. He couldn’t deny he still had reservations, but neither could he pretend this wasn’t a manifestation of his darkest desires. He had no idea why here or why now and in countless ways, he was fully aware it was a terrible, messy and catastrophic idea that they would probably all end up regretting. Maybe not immediately, but somewhere down the line someone would get hurt. But that was the thing about Javi; he liked making it hurt in all the right places. A bittersweet type of self-destruction that he too often found himself drawn to.
“Why don’t we let Murphy sit back and relax for a while and you get on your knees?” The natural commanding tone of Carrillo’s voice made it sound more like an order than a request. An order that both men were more than willing to comply with.
Steve silently moved towards the chair in front of the desk and sat down, suddenly feeling self-conscious as all eyes were now on him.
Javi walked across to Steve and slowly kneeled in front of him. He could feel Steve’s nerves radiating off him in waves and lightly ran his hands up and down Steve’s thighs in an attempt to soothe him, tracing patterns with his fingertips.
“It’s okay, just relax and remember to breathe,” Javi reassured in a low rasp against Steve’s ear, as his lips teasingly brushed over his lobe and travelled down his neck.
Steve groaned, arching his head back with his eyes closed at the sensation of Javi’s soft mouth combining perfectly with the coarse bristles of his moustache, instantly setting his skin alight as he moved over him. “Easier said than done when you’re doin’ that.”
Javi continued kissing his way down Steve’s collarbone, whilst his hands travelled higher and higher up Steve’s thighs. Javi gently palmed his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans for a short while, noting the way his facial muscles ticked and his breathing shifted with each ministration, before unfastening his belt and lowering the zip.
“I think he’s more than ready for your mouth now, Peña.”
Javi would have preferred to take his sweet time over this and savour the moment, but there was something about Carrillo’s voice that so often compelled Javi to obey, even when every fibre of his being was crying out to rebel. It was his default position and it really fucking irritated him that someone got under his skin like this. In the beginning, he’d tried to fight against it, but his resistance had just spurred Carrillo on even further.
Javi followed Carrillo’s orders to the tee, finally unleashing Steve’s glistening cock from his underwear. Javi paused for a moment to gather himself, salivating as he took in the sight before him. He quickly put his tongue to work and gave a few experimental licks, unable to resist shifting his gaze upwards to gauge Steve’s reaction.
Steve let out a stuttered breath, followed by a string of garbled expletives.
Javi smirked at the effect he was already having and without warning, took Steve further into his mouth, clamping his lips around his sizeable length as he swallowed.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, Javi!” Steve’s fingers gripped the edge of the chair, already feeling like he was on the verge of losing control of himself if he wasn’t careful.
It was such a familiar yet new sensation all at once. Of course, he’d had more than his fair share of blowjobs in his life and Connie had been damn good at them. But the way Javi’s facial hair brushed teasingly over the tip of his cock caused him to shudder nonetheless.
“I think he likes that, Peña. I know you can take him deeper though. How about it, Murphy?”
“Shit – fuck – yessss,” Steve managed to hiss out in response to Carrillo’s direction whilst his partner steadily took him further into his mouth, just stopping short of hitting the back of his throat.
Javi began to slide up and down the shaft with his lips, gliding easily thanks to a filthy combination of Steve’s precum and his own saliva.
Steve whimpered loudly, his hips bucking up off the chair. Javi’s hands shot up and gripped at his waist, anchoring him back down into his seat and holding him in place.
In retaliation, Steve’s fingers found their way into Javi’s hair, his nails digging into his scalp before tugging and desperately trying not to fall apart right there and then.
Javi grunted at the contact, transmitting vibrations all the way down Steve’s cock and coaxing another moan from his throat. Every skilled, confident movement Javi made with his lips and tongue was sending shockwaves throughout Steve’s body, his senses overwhelmed as he clung on for dear life, not quite believing any of this was real.
He wondered if it was always this intense with another man, or if it was just because it was his first time…or was it the specific man doing it, with another specific man watching them? He didn’t know and couldn’t give it any further consideration in the moment. He wasn’t sure he even knew his own fucking name anymore, let alone anything else.
“You’re always so needy, aren’t you, Murphy? Always so desperate for our attention and to be included,” Carrillo taunted as he casually leaned against the wall.
His toned arms were folded across his broad torso as he surveyed the spectacle in front of him. Anyone could have been forgiven for thinking he was holding nothing more than a run-of-the-mill tactical meeting; such was his nonchalant body language and steely expression.
However, there was a noticeable bulge in his trousers that was becoming trickier to ignore now, as it twitched against his inner thigh at the sounds the two men were drawing out of each other. He attempted to shift his weight from one leg to the other to ease it, but the friction caused by the movement only further intensified the need to attend to it.
Steve’s blown pupils locked with Carrillo’s across the room. The formidable intensity of the Colonel had always intimidated Steve more than his ego cared to admit, but in this setting, it infuriatingly had an entirely different effect on him.
His gaze shifted downwards to Carrillo’s now very obviously tented trousers. “Looks like I’m not the only one in need of attention.” A self-satisfied smirk spread across Steve’s face, feeling that for once he’d got one over on Carrillo.
Carrillo pushed himself off the wall and stalked slowly but purposefully towards Steve and Javi, a look on his face akin to a predator with prey within its grasp.
“I think it might be time to put that big mouth of yours to better use, Murphy.” Carrillo reached downwards to unbuckle his belt as he spoke.
The clink of the belt echoed round the room and immediately silenced Steve. His eyes were now fixed on Carrillo’s hand, as it hovered dangerously over his flies.
Carrillo edged further forwards, well and truly invading Steve’s space, as he made a show of lowering the zip merely inches from his face. Steve turned his head sideways and all he could do was watch as Carrillo gradually eased himself out of his trousers and underwear, finally springing his impressively thick cock free.
Steve gulped loudly and involuntarily licked his lips, realising just how fine the line between resentment and arousal apparently was. He didn’t understand why he was so turned on by a man who had committed such brutal acts and had done nothing but undermine him since he’d arrived in Colombia. It wasn’t that he admired him…or maybe part of him did, if he was honest with himself. Maybe there was a hidden part of him that envied his ruthlessness. The same part of him that had been tempted to give into those base urges more times than he was prepared to acknowledge, but he’d been pulled back from the precipice, more often than not by Javi of all people.
Javi had been watching this unfold and found himself nursing a sharp ache in his chest as the two men’s attention was very much on each other. There was something almost paradoxical about the situation, as though two parallel universes had collided by accident and Javi had been the sole force keeping them apart, but now that the walls had given way, his entire reality was in danger of crumbling around him.
In an attempt to redress the balance, Javi fondled Steve’s balls with one hand, firmly squeezing them whilst simultaneously increasing the suction to the tip of his cock.
Mission accomplished, as Steve loudly moaned and gripped forcibly at Javi’s hair once more, his head thrown back in pleasure and his attention enticed away from Carrillo.
“Fuck Jaaaavi, oh shit, fuck!” Steve spluttered out, gritting his teeth and applying heightened pressure to the back of Javi’s head, forcing him to take him deeper still.
Javi’s nose nuzzled against Steve’s blonde curls, eliciting another grunt from the depths of Javi’s throat as each vein of Steve’s cock glided over his mouth as he swallowed him down to the hilt. It was enough for his hand to instinctively reach down and fumble at his own belt, making light work of it in desperation for some sort of friction.
“Not yet,” Carrillo warned, sternly looking down at Javi.
Javi glared up at him with narrowed eyes, briefly tempted to ignore him, before thinking better of it.
“Think you can handle us both at once, Murphy?” Carrillo challenged whilst still eyeballing Javi.
“Try me.” Although despite his confidence, Steve’s shallow breaths betrayed his bluster.
With that, Carrillo guided his cock forwards and Steve slackened his jaw to allow the other man to slide in. Steve tried not to gag, unused to the warm, throbbing weight between his lips.
Carrillo held in a long breath before steadily exhaling, determined to keep a hold of his composure for as long as possible, not wanting to give Steve the satisfaction of knowing he was capable of breaking him in any way, shape or form. He withdrew, before pressing forwards again; Steve more prepared this time and able to accommodate him further into his mouth.
Carrillo grunted lowly as he watched Steve’s plump, pink lips swallow him down, whilst he braced himself with one hand against Steve’s head. The Colonel grasped at damp, sandy strands of hair, securing him in place with his fist.
Steve’s eyes fluttered shut at the sudden pressure applied to his head mixed with whatever the fuck Javi was now doing with his tongue. It was all so much, there was no way he was going to last much longer.
“So, this is what it takes to shut you up then. Should have tried it sooner,” Carrillo goaded through gritted teeth.
It was taking all of Carrillo’s willpower to conceal the extent of his arousal, both hands now gripping roughly at Steve’s hair and his hips bucking forwards. He was torn between wanting to really let loose, showing Steve no mercy; and holding back a fraction on account of this clearly being the first blowjob Steve had ever given. That’s not to say he wasn’t showing promise; nothing that a bit more practice and direction wouldn’t improve. His willingness to please was evident. Annoyingly it always was.
Even now, he still wasn’t sure if he liked the guy but more tolerated him out of respect for Peña, but the power trip was intoxicating. Not to mention, Carrillo had seen that glint in Steve’s eye, especially when his partner wasn’t around to restrain him. He’d heard directly from Peña about the times where he’d had to step in and hold him back. Carrillo recognised an all too familiar darkness lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for the chance to emerge if Steve allowed it. Carrillo wondered if he’d ever be the one to make him completely lose control and that twisted thought alone caused his cock to twitch against the side of Steve’s mouth.
Steve retaliated by strengthening the suction with his lips. The awkward angle wasn’t ideal, but he was still able to bob his head, steadily beginning to fuck Carrillo.
Carrillo’s breathing was more laboured now, his resolve fracturing at the edges despite himself. He slammed his hips forwards, unleashing a muffled whimper from Steve whose mouth was now stuffed full of the Colonel’s cock, his steel-blue eyes watering from the strain at the back of his throat.
Steve was dangling precariously close to the edge now. One hand clenched in the waves of Javi’s hair, whilst his other gripped the chair with whitened knuckles.
Javi struggled not to fall apart himself. His unfastened belt tantalisingly knocked against his erection as he bobbed his head vigorously up and down Steve’s length and it took everything he had left in him not to take himself in hand. He focused instead on giving Steve what he needed, what they both needed.
Javi had wanted to protect him from all of this and he was still conflicted on whether he was making a huge mistake right here on the floor in the middle of Carrillo’s office. Steve was naïve in ways that Javi or Carrillo hadn’t been afforded the privilege of in a long time, but Javi reasoned with himself that it wasn’t sustainable for him to be shielded. Better that he be broken in like this than the multitude of other darker possibilities on offer down here. At least Javi could control things to a certain point if it went too far.
Without thinking about what he was doing, Javi slid one of his hands forwards to meet with Steve’s on the chair, tightly slotting their fingers together. A small gesture, but enough to pull Steve away from Carrillo, his eyes casting downwards at their interlocked hands, then up at Javi. Ice-blue colliding with chestnut-brown in a look that conveyed more than any words exchanged between them ever had.
Carrillo had been silently watching from above, a fierce and volatile combination of emotions he wasn’t expecting twisting and pulling inside of him, threatening to bubble up and spill over like molten lava at any moment.
“My turn now,” he abruptly cut in, pulling them out of whatever moment they were sharing and denying Steve the heady release he had been on the very cusp of.