Play your cover Harder
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Category:
1 through F › Burn Notice
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,486
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Burn Notice, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Play your cover Harder
A good spy knows when his cover is on the verge of being exposed you commit harder.
The Ecstasy dealer target he was trying to get information from had taken the bait, was introducing him to his friends at the gay bar. One of these friends pointed out Michaels lack of interest at the scantily clad gogo dancers working the bar above him.
The target was watching him now.
“No! I just don’t like jail bait!” He tried to explain in the voice of his cover. His eyes ran over the bar…he need to flirt with someone now, someone that fit that description. His eyes stopped in surprise at finding a familiar floral shirt at the bar.
Why was Sam here? Didn’t he tell him he wouldn’t need back up tonight? That Fee had it covered outside?
Whatever, it was his good fortune.
Michael walked over, suddenly cringing on the inside. What he was about to do, Sam had every right to punch him later…but it was the sudden nervous embarrassment that got to him.
Was he going to blow his cover seeing Michael in the ridiculously tight black club wear?
“Hey…” Sam was drinking Scotch, he noticed, even as he adopted what he thought might be an alluring pose. “Interested?”
Sam looked up and the expression threatening to show there, the burned spy didn’t trust. Instead of waiting in fear for the reaction, Michael pushed himself against his friends chest and surprised him with a kiss. He hoped Sam would go with it and wait to berate him for this later.
Sam more then went with it though. There was a hand on back his suddenly, feeling his muscle through the sheer film of fabric, pulling him closer and deeper. The mans mouth tasted like the scotch he had been drinking and the passion was tempered with a raw technique that gave new clarity as how the other man could convince older women to buy him cars among other things.
For his cover to randomly have met the man he was kissing at the bar…this might be getting a little too physical too fast.
The kiss had meant only to be a distraction. A moment to prove he belonged here to the target. They had to be watching him now though…so he couldn’t just push away when he had been the one to start it.
Sams other arm wrapped around him, grabbing his ass through the leather pants, and hoisting Michael into further contact on his lap. Michael groaned at the sudden manhandling and then again when he realized his dick was hard and that was just the beginning of how turned on he was at the moment in Sams strong arms.
The targets voice whispered in his ear with amusement that they would be in the private room in the back and that he was invited to back after he finished having his fun with his new playmate.
When the target was out of sight he had expected Sam to stop. But the kisses were still coming hot to his lips and the hand not pressing into Michaels back had begun to stroke the bulge straining against his thigh.
He found himself groaning in his own voice now, pressing into the sensation.
Sam definitely was showing no signs of stopping.
It would look bad if he just hurried back there anyway.
The Ecstasy dealer target he was trying to get information from had taken the bait, was introducing him to his friends at the gay bar. One of these friends pointed out Michaels lack of interest at the scantily clad gogo dancers working the bar above him.
The target was watching him now.
“No! I just don’t like jail bait!” He tried to explain in the voice of his cover. His eyes ran over the bar…he need to flirt with someone now, someone that fit that description. His eyes stopped in surprise at finding a familiar floral shirt at the bar.
Why was Sam here? Didn’t he tell him he wouldn’t need back up tonight? That Fee had it covered outside?
Whatever, it was his good fortune.
Michael walked over, suddenly cringing on the inside. What he was about to do, Sam had every right to punch him later…but it was the sudden nervous embarrassment that got to him.
Was he going to blow his cover seeing Michael in the ridiculously tight black club wear?
“Hey…” Sam was drinking Scotch, he noticed, even as he adopted what he thought might be an alluring pose. “Interested?”
Sam looked up and the expression threatening to show there, the burned spy didn’t trust. Instead of waiting in fear for the reaction, Michael pushed himself against his friends chest and surprised him with a kiss. He hoped Sam would go with it and wait to berate him for this later.
Sam more then went with it though. There was a hand on back his suddenly, feeling his muscle through the sheer film of fabric, pulling him closer and deeper. The mans mouth tasted like the scotch he had been drinking and the passion was tempered with a raw technique that gave new clarity as how the other man could convince older women to buy him cars among other things.
For his cover to randomly have met the man he was kissing at the bar…this might be getting a little too physical too fast.
The kiss had meant only to be a distraction. A moment to prove he belonged here to the target. They had to be watching him now though…so he couldn’t just push away when he had been the one to start it.
Sams other arm wrapped around him, grabbing his ass through the leather pants, and hoisting Michael into further contact on his lap. Michael groaned at the sudden manhandling and then again when he realized his dick was hard and that was just the beginning of how turned on he was at the moment in Sams strong arms.
The targets voice whispered in his ear with amusement that they would be in the private room in the back and that he was invited to back after he finished having his fun with his new playmate.
When the target was out of sight he had expected Sam to stop. But the kisses were still coming hot to his lips and the hand not pressing into Michaels back had begun to stroke the bulge straining against his thigh.
He found himself groaning in his own voice now, pressing into the sensation.
Sam definitely was showing no signs of stopping.
It would look bad if he just hurried back there anyway.