Ed Rawlings leaned slightly to his left, bringing his lips to within whispering distance of his friend’s ear. “Think he’ll hit me if I ask him if he’s gay?”
Kieran made an unimpressed noise in the back of his throat. “I think he’s going to hit you whatever you do.”
Ed smiled to himself as he turned his complete attention back to the…Damn, what the hell had the inspector said he was? Ed vaguely remembered something about the force hiring a martial arts expert to give them a refresher course on self defence techniques. There’d been fliers posted up around the station about it for weeks, and a lecture from senior officers on just how much boring paper work would be throw at those cops—Yes, Ed Rawlings, I’m talking about you—who tried to get out of attending the damn thing.
Ed bit back a chuckle. The inspector would have saved himself a whole lot of time and trouble if he’d just had the sense to mention that their tutor was going to be hot as hell. The guy currently pacing along the line of suddenly nervous looking coppers was definitely welcome to beat up Ed any time he wanted.
A big muscular body pressed against him, holding him down in all the right places sounded like a bloody good time in his book. And if the display the instructor had put on with his assistant was anything to go by, their new expert… Duncan… Darcy… Dominic… Demetri…Whatever…
The guy obviously had no qualms about getting up close and personal with another man. Ed’s smile broadened. He hadn’t contorted into most of the positions the younger man threw his assistant into, with most of his ex-boyfriends—not even that really flexible yoga instructor he’d met while he was pretending to be a drug dealer last year.
The instructor turned around and walked back down the line of men. His mouth was moving, there were probably words coming out of it. Ed made a half-hearted attempt to focus on the actual syllables, but it was so much more fun to wonder how those lips would feel covering his, or wrapped around his cock, or whispering demanding little orders into a lover’s ear.
Ed rocked slightly back and forth on his heels as he tried to keep his building energy in check and failed. Kieran sent him a disapproving look out of the corner of his eye. Ed ignored him in favour of running his gaze over the instructor’s body again. The guy had to live in the gym.
Turning away from them all for a few seconds, the instructor called his assistant across the room, providing Ed with the perfect chance to check out a very nice arse. The bright red track bottoms should have clashed horribly with the grubby blue mats that covered the floor, but the guy looked perfectly at home there, as if he was born to spend his days pinning people to the scuffed surface.
The assistant had to be half a foot taller than the instructor. He still ended up flat on his back in a few brief seconds.
The shorter man pressed his would be rival down against the mat. His hands wrapped tightly around the assistant’s wrists, black skin encircling white. The idea of his own wrists replacing the assistant’s limbs dropped straight to Ed’s cock. He started to harden behind the scant privacy of his own track bottoms.
His last undercover assignment had kept him cooped up inside all summer. He was even paler than the prone assistant. The contrasting skin tones would be even more beautiful, if he could somehow wrangle his way into the taller man’s place. Ed rocked on his heels again, before bouncing forward onto his toes, barely able to stay quietly in one place for another second.
“You’re going to get whipped if you’re not careful…” Kieran muttered under his breath, a tiny smile creeping through his normally serious demeanour.
Ed bit back a chuckle. “Only if I’m really lucky and he turns out to be kinky as well as gay.”
The instructor launched himself up off the floor and helped his assistant to his feet. He looked across at them as the muffled laughter seemed to catch his attention. His eyes met Ed’s gaze. Pissed off was a very good look on the man.