Excerpt from "What Happens in Vegas"

Ethan's curiosity was piqued so he decided to investigate. There was a soft light coming from a double door that was slightly ajar. Ethan bit his lips almost anticipating yet dreading what he would find. It did seem that this whole weekend he'd been nothing but a peeping tom. For here he was, standing at the edge of the double doors and looking inside what appeared to be a library. There were large bookcases that hugged the walls, reaching all the way up to the ceiling.

Ethan's attention was immediately drawn to the large cherry oak desk near a curtained window. Max and Jason were right by the desk. Jason was slumped over the desk. Max stood behind him and was grabbing his hips and thrusting into him. 'My god, they're fucking!' Ethan thought to himself, biting his lip. He was unable to pull away from the sight of the two men in the throes of passion. Max looked so controlled, yet Ethan could see a light sheen of sweat that glistened on the man's exposed chest.

Ethan became instantly aroused at the sight. The way Jason was simply holding on to the desk and letting Max dominate him with powerful thrusts was breathtaking. The blonde felt like such a pervert, but he still could not pull himself away from the spot where he stood. He was captivated by the way Max looked at that moment.

Max squeezed his fingers around Jason's hips as he thrust particularly hard. He released a deep breath as he buried himself with each move. "Things never change," he whispered to Jason, sliding one hand up the man's spine feeling the slick skin as his eyes roamed over the familiar body. He gripped the back of Jason's neck in a dominative stance as he took the man and forced sounds of passion and pleasure from him. They had been lovers for years earlier, and things seemed no different now. As Max was taking his pleasure of the man, a feeling began to intrude into the haze of lust. He lifted his heavy lidded eyes towards the door.

Ethan was too enthralled with the scene to notice anything was amiss. His green gaze watched the planes of Max's chest as he rocked from the force of both his and Jason's body. With such a stimulating sight, Ethan's body couldn't help but respond. His cock started filling inside his pajama pants. He shifted his stance, feeling too warm all of a sudden; yet still he was unable to pull his gaze away from the two men. Finally he lifted his eyes and met sapphire blue ones staring back at him. 'Oh, shit…' he thought.

A dark look came across Max's face as he held those eyes and dared Ethan to look away. He squeezed Jason's neck and began to roughly take the man. His thrusts forced them to their climax faster than Max had originally intended, but with an audience, he wasn't going to disappoint. He stabbed his hard cock at Jason's most sensitive area and forced an orgasm out of him. All the while he held the intruding blonde's eyes with his powerful gaze.

All of the air seemed to have gone out of Ethan's lungs and he was practically pinned to the spot by Max's intense stare. His hands had tightened into fists at his side. His body was rigid from being spotted and from the sheer arousal that had awakened in him. A small trickle of sweat ran down his back. He had to get away, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from Max's.

A groan from Jason was the first sign of completion and Max's own followed shortly afterwards. He finally broke visual contact with Ethan to close his eyes in pleasure and arch his back slightly. Max's pleasure seemed strengthened by the other's unexpected presence. Warmth washed over his body as he leaned down against his partner's body, his breathing deep from the exertion. He lifted his heavy lids then to look once again at the blonde. Despite his current state the gaze was no less piercing. There was a promise in his eyes that he knew Ethan would not mistake.

Ethan's own breathing was coming in fast, short pants. His cock was hard and the ache only intensified when both men found their climax. He stepped away from the door, finally breaking eye contact with Max. He did a quick turn and left, his bare feet stepping on the marble tile floors silently. He didn't know how he managed it but in a few minutes he was back in his room. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

He quickly crossed the distance to his bed, and flung himself face down on top of it. He groaned when his steel hard cock became trapped between his body and the luxurious sheets. The sight of Max fucking his friend over a desk was still imprinted in Ethan's mind and the blonde groaned again in both dismay and arousal. His cock screamed for attention but he fought very hard not to touch himself. The image of Max, the way those blue eyes had held Ethan's, and the way that chiseled body had rocked with every powerful thrust was too much for Ethan to resist.

Slowly but surely he eased one of his hands inside his pajama bottoms and wrapped his fingers around the thick, pulsating shaft. His moans were muffled on the mattress as he began fisting his cock. He soon began to make his way up that delicious spiral that would send him to completion. His body tensed and he closed his eyes as he came, his cock spurting sticky pearly fluid inside his pants. He lay there on the bed panting and enjoying the exhilarating sensations that coursed through his body. Afterwards he felt slightly disgusted that he had just gotten off because he had watched Max and Jason. He wondered if he could ever look Maxmillian Poole directly in the eyes again without thinking about how the man looked in the throes of an orgasm.

~*~*~

That Sunday morning it was bright and cheerful, with the sunlight beaming in through the French windows in the dining room. Jason Walden was also beaming. He smiled at Max who sat across the table from him. He was not excessively comfortable; his backside made him well aware of the night's previous activities. The discomfort, however, was something he did not mind in the least.

Max was leaning back, his own body more relaxed even with the exertions of yesterday. He sipped some of the coffee Jason had picked out; it seemed his friend hadn't forgotten about any of his tastes and preferences. A warm smile touched the corners of Max's lips as he listened to Jason speak of a current business takeover that would impact him positively. His smile was to acknowledge Jason's own joyful smile. It looked like the brunette was in a very cheerful mood today.

Ethan braced himself as he entered the dining room. He would rather not be there to face those two men. If he didn't join them, however, they would know that something was amiss. He sat down in one of the large plush chairs and cast a furtive glance at Max. His cheeks were instantly aflame.

"Good morning, Mr. Winter," Jason greeted him with a smile. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" The casualness of the man's tone made Ethan want to slap him.

Max lifted his eyes to Ethan when the blonde stepped in, his smile now gone as he studied Ethan. He was curious as to how the agent would react after his little spying episode last night. He also wondered what the other man had done afterwards. As he recalled the blonde had looked rather worked up himself. "Good Morning, Ethan," he greeted effortlessly, as if Ethan had not watched him fucking their client the day before.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Ethan replied, averting his gaze from Max and settling in to eat breakfast. At first he thought he wouldn't be able to eat, but once the smell of food reached his nostrils he found he was practically starving. He quickly piled food onto his plate, not really caring for finesse at the moment, and dug in. The food was delicious. An unintentional moan escaped his lips before he realized it.

Max lifted a black brow at the sound. He wondered if that was what the blonde would sound like in the midst of passion. Instead he asked, "Is the food to your liking?"

Ethan paused midway through chewing a large bite to look at Max. He frowned at the look that he saw fleeting across the other man's face. He swallowed before replying. "Yes, Mr. Poole, this is very good!" Truth be told, Ethan rarely ate a hearty and delicious breakfast like the one he was savoring at the moment. "My compliments to the chef!" he added.

"Why, thank you Ethan," Max replied coolly, his eyes held the hint of amusement as he waited for the other man's surprise. "I'm delighted that you approve," he added.

Max's words confused Ethan momentarily and he simply stared at his employer. "You cooked all of this?" He finally asked, astonishment clearly written on his face. "You are a man of many talents," he let slip before it dawned on him exactly what he had said.

Max watched the surprise take hold as he casually studied Ethan. He moved his eyes leisurely over the other man's features. "You could say it is a hobby of mine," he explained. "It helps me to relax." As he spoke the last part, his eyes fixed on Ethan's and his tone grew softer, but not weaker, "Have you seen any of my other hobbies?"

Just when Ethan thought his cheeks could not get any more flushed, they did. He glanced at both men, though his gaze lingered on Max's far longer than it should have. He then focused on the man's hands and thought back to how powerfully they had grasped Jason's hips as Max had thrust into…Ethan straightened in his chair, inwardly cursing the way his mind was working at the moment. "I've seen enough…" he said in a hushed tone, this time avoiding the other man's gaze and eating as fast as he could. 'No, not enough!' a little voice in his head whispered to him.

"You shouldn't be so certain, Ethan," Max merely watched Ethan and decided to spare him further embarrassment as he saw how flustered the blonde had become. He would need to speak to him alone later on. He turned his attention to Jason, seeing that the brunette had already focused his gaze on Max. He waited for Jason to continue where he had left off.

The rest of breakfast was a blur for Ethan. He tried to swallow more often than chew. He was done quickly as he hardly paid attention to the conversation buzzing around him. Although he wouldn't really call it buzzing, not the way Max used his voice. It was cool, collected, controlled and very arousing. Ethan stood up from his chair, glad to be done with breakfast. "If you'll excuse me, I have some packing to do." He nodded to the other two and made his way out of the dining room. Once he was out of sight, he let out a steadying breath as he hurried to his room.