Faux-Boyfriend or Real-Boyfriend?

Title: Faux-Boyfriend or Real-Boyfriend?
Author: The Mad Hellcat
Rating: NC-17 (as in graphic decriptions of male/male sex. if it isn't your thing then don't read)
Pairing: Chance/Guerrero
Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target (because if I did Chance and Guerrero would have more scenes together). This is written for fun and no profit is being made so please do not sue me. Sue the plot bunnies, they have more money than I do anyway!!
Warning: Unbetaed. I edited it but that and a dollar can get you something from McDonalds.
Summary: Chance has been hired to protect a billionaire's son who is staying at a gay resort in Mexico and part of the cover is having Winston be Chance's boyfriend… Guerrero really doesn't like that idea.


Guerrero waited in Chance’s apartment; he left the office with a bad taste in his mouth and wanted to tell Chance one-on-one why he thought this cover was a bad idea. A billionaire’s rather reckless son was taking a vacation at a very trendy gay resort in Mexico and refused protection, even after multiple death threats and a failed car bomb, so Chance was hired to go to the resort and make sure no one killed the idiot son without said idiot noticing. Of course it’s difficult to go to a gay resort by yourself so Winston was going to pretend to be Chance’s boyfriend. Now Guerrero was ok with everything… up to the last part. He had nothing against inter-racial relationships, or Winston in general, except the usual paladin-style rules Winston lived by, but he didn’t think those two could pull of being a couple. They lacked the chemistry one needs in a couple!
On the other hand, he and Chance had plenty of chemistry; they could finish each other’s sentences and had complete faith in each other. If anyone should pretend to be Chance’s boyfriend it should be him and not just because Guerrero actually wanted him. He ignored the darkness that still existed within him, the bit that everyone thought was going to make Guerrero turn on Chance and go back to the boss… but what they didn’t know was that is what tied him to Chance. He was always protective and could be a little possessive of Chance, but that part of him felt like Chance belonged to him and if anyone thinks he is going to sit by and let Winston of all people pretending to be his boyfriend, to touch him, kiss him and share a bed with him he was dead wrong. Guerrero forced himself to calm down, he sat down in the living room and did not have to wait long to hear Chance’s key in the lock. He stood up and hid himself in the shadows, making sure to compose himself before talking to Chance.
“I had a feeling you would be here,” Chance said, shutting the door behind him, not bothering to turn the light on. The only light in the room was from the city and the moon.
Guerrero remained silent, Chance was bluffing, he hadn’t even seen him yet so he waited.
“Come on, Guerrero, what’s wrong? You know it’s a good cover so what is your issue with it?”
“I don’t think Winston could pull off being your boyfriend,” Guerrero said finally.
“Why not?”
“Couples go to these resorts to relax, have fun and have tons of sex,” Guerrero said walking toward Chance, “they are all over each other and I don’t think Winston should be all over you.”
“Should be?”
“What?”
“You said, you don’t think that Winston should be…”
“I said could be!”
Chance nodded, “Ok, then who should I get to be my boyfriend? My one ex is dead and the other would love to kill me. I’m kinda stuck here.”
“What about me?”
“You?” Chance asked, “but you hate public affection and like to have your personal space.”
Guerrero walked right into Chance’s personal space and put his hand on Chance’s upper arm, “I don’t mind having you in my personal space, Chance.”
“Could you stand it an entire week? Like you said, these resorts are about having fun and sex.”
“It looks like you are the one that needs to loosen up, Chance, you need someone who you have a connection with, who knows you well…”
“We do have great chemistry, don’t we?” Chance asked softly, taking Guerrero’s hand from his arm and holding it.
“Amazing chemistry,” Guerrero agreed, leaning forward their faces less than an inch apart, “we could definitely pull off being a couple, much better than you and Winston, don’t you think? Or would you prefer Winston touching you, kissing you, curled up beside you at night after hours of…”
Chance leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Guerrero, “No, I wouldn’t.”
“See how well we would pull it off,” Guerrero said, “it would be so natural…”
“But…”
“We have seen each other at our best and at our worst, Chance, we know each other’s shit and I’d rather be holed up on a job with you than relaxing with anyone else.”
“That’s because you are a workaholic,” Chance teased, “but yeah, I know what you mean. Hell, as friends we are closer than most married couples. Kind of sad, isn’t it?”
“Kind of sad that people marry without really ever getting to know their partner or sad that we have been dancing around this chemistry for five years and haven’t done anything about it.”
“Guerrero…”
“Think about it this way, Dude, we can give it a try and if it doesn’t work out then it was just part of the cover.”
“You know I don’t work like that,” Chance sighed, “I’ve never been very good at turning the feelings for people I care about on and off.”
“Are you saying you care about me, Chance?” Guerrero asked, holding the right side of Chance’s face in his hand.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly, “I care about you a lot.”
“After everything we have been through and we have been through a lot, Dude, you have to admit,” Guerrero smirked.
“Yeah, we have,” Chance interrupted, “don’t know how much of this I could have done without you.”
“The thing is, Chance, you are kinda stuck with me so if that is what you are worried about,” Guerrero said, “come on, Dude, since when have you been afraid of taking a chance, eh?”
“Well,” Chance licked his lips, “we have one small problem.”
“Come on Chance,” Guerrero was getting frustrated now. Why did his man always have to over think every single thing?
“You see, couples that typically go to resorts have been in a relationship for a while and have typically, you know, had sex before. They are familiar with their lover’s body.”
Guerrero’s smile widened, “Oh, yes, I see. That could be a problem and we would have to resolve that or risk our cover.”
“They also tend to say really sentimental things like ‘I love you’ and have little names like darling, dear or…”
“Or babe,” Guerrero said, “yeah, I like that one for you.”
Chance kissed him again, “I will Winston tomorrow morning about the change in plans, but…”
“We will deal with the rest of that sentence in the morning as well,” Guerrero said as he removed his jacket and both his shirts, throwing them haphazardly on the couch, “right now we work on our cover.”
Chance’s eyes devoured every inch of Guerrero’s naked chest, and he felt a little self conscience. Chance was so gorgeous a blind person could see it, but Guerrero was never one to worry about his appearance. He made sure his clothes matched, but the rest of the stuff he didn’t bother with. He also was covered in scars, even more than Chance was, nasty looking scars from his little stint in Warlord Daoping Zu’s care. The man was creative with his use of diluted acid. Luckily he was only there for a few hours, his face was about to get the treatment when Chance broke him out. Chance had tended to his wounds and nursed him, many of these wounds Chance had nursed him, but this was different. Chance wasn’t taking care of him, Chance was about to become his lover and what if…?
“Stop that,” Chance said, “I think you are beautiful.”
“Dude…”
“Blowing our cover already?” he asked as he kissed the acid scar closer to his neck, “I remember this one. God, I thought I had lost you. I had never been so terrified in my entire life.”
“Shhhh, Babe,” Guerrero ran his fingers through Chance’s hair, surprised at the heartfelt confession, “I’m here and safe.”
“These scars make you even more beautiful because you survived,” Chance kissed down his chest, following the scar patterns.
“God, I heard a rumor you were a romantic, but geez man,” Guerrero bitched, ignoring the tightening in his chest and the warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Chance said he was beautiful and Guerrero believed him.
Chance nipped at his side, probably in retaliation, and Guerrero took in a breath. He enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, and Chance’s lips definitely kept good. As much as he wanted to get Chance naked and shaking with pleasure, he wanted their first time not to be on the hard floor on even on the couch. A bed would be a novelty, and again it would be for research for the cover. Most people had sex on a bed. The kitchen table, kitchen counter, shower, elevator, couch, against the door, against a wall, in the van… all that would have to wait until later. Guerrero was very creative with his fantasies. He pulled Chance up and kissed him on the lips, “Come on, Babe, let’s go to bed.”
Chance took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Guerrero didn’t need to be led; he knew this apartment in the dark very well. He had stayed here many times, he and Chance had even shared the bed, clandestine of course, after a few hard cases, and he had broken in here plenty of times to surprise Chance, or check on him when he was unwell or not himself. He would let Chance led him this once, it was a sweet and caring gesture, but he better not get used to him being so compliant all the time.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, Chance put his arms around him and kissed him again. This kiss was hard and demanding; Guerrero opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Chance growled and broke the kiss momentarily and ripped his own shirt off. Guerrero toed off his shoes and kicked them in the corner. Chance captured Guerrero’s lips again, his kiss as deep and determined as before. His hands immediately went to Guerrero’s belt and Guerrero returned the favor. It took them a moment, in the dark, to get the belts off before working on the pants. Chance’s hand felt around the wall a minute and the light turned on. Guerrero groaned a complaint but Chance shook his head. “No,” he said between kisses, “want to see you.”
Guerrero put his hand out to turn the light off but Chance grabbed it and brought it hand to the fastenings of Chance’s pants, with his free hand Chance pinched Guerrero’s right nipple before going to work on Guerrero’s pants. Guerrero groaned, and started to work on Chance’s pants and was surprised to find when the pants fell that Chance wasn’t wearing any underwear, Guerrero moaned his approval and wrapped a hand around Chance’s cock. Chance fumbled a moment, trying to get his shoes and pants kicked off while still standing; Guerrero broke the kiss and put his other arm around Chance to steady him. Sometimes Chance just doesn’t think ahead.
After a few awkward seconds, Chance was free from his clothing and blushed slightly. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to leave the lights on after all. He finished taking his own pants off and kicked them aside. Chance groaned kissed him again, pumping his cock with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other. Guerrero reconsidered the idea of their first time being against a wall, but he knew the bed would be more comfortable. He broke the kiss, “Chance. Bed. Now.”
“Yes,” Chance agreed, kissing Guerrero again, dragging him toward the bed. He released Guerrero long enough to yank the covers down and Chance climbed in quickly, making sure Guerrero had plenty of room to slide in beside him. While Guerrero followed him into bed, Chance reached over to the other side of the bed and opened the drawer on his nightstand, he pulled out of bottle of lubricant and a condom and set it on top of the nightstand. He turned back around and held Guerrero close, kicking the covers further down, so he had a better view of Guerrero’s body. He ran his hand down Guerrero’s chest, kissing that acid scar again, Guerrero to the opportunity to attack Chance’s neck with a series of kisses, licks and gentle bites. Chance moaned and rubbed his cock against Guerrero’s thigh.
Guerrero pulled Chance’s face up and kissed him again, he ran his down Chance’s body slowly, enjoying touching the hard planes of his body before taking that hard cock back in his hand. Chance followed suit and they just lay there a few minutes, touching, kissing and getting to know each other’s bodies. The kisses became rougher and more desperate, and Guerrero could feel Chance just beginning to tremble with need. It still wasn’t decided who was going to top, Guerrero was comfortable with either position so he didn’t care but he wanted to get on with it. He couldn’t believe that Chance was this much of a romantic in the bedroom.
He broke the kiss, enjoying the look of pleasure haze on Chance’s face, “Babe, I need…”
“I know,” Chance nodded, “I just can’t get enough of you.”
“Good,” Guerrero smirked, “that will help our cover out a lot.”
“Bastard,” Chance whispered and nipped his earlobe playfully, before grabbing a hold of Guerrero and rolling the man on top of him, spreading his legs wide and admitted, “You don’t know how long I have dreamed about this.”
Guerrero kissed Chance again, reaching over and grabbing the lubricant from the nightstand. Having Chance under him, spread out so wide, so open and vulnerable brought out something both protective and possessive in him. He knelt down between Chance’s legs and opened the bottle, squeezing out the lube and warming it between his hands. He stared at Chance’s tight hole the entire time. “Put a pillow under your hips,” Guerrero said quietly and Chance complied immediately. There now Guerrero had a much better view. He teased the outside of Chance’s ass a moment, making Chance swear, before finally thrusting a finger slowly inside. Guerrero forced himself to take a deep breath, Chance was very tight around him and his cock ached to be balls deep inside that wonderful tightness.
Chance bit his lower lip, his back arching slightly off the bed, sweat prickled his forehead and chest, he moaned quietly. “It has been awhile,” Guerrero stated rather than asked.
Chance answered anyway, “Yes. Feels so good.”
Guerrero felt around a moment and found Chance’s prostate and pressed on it lightly. Chance’s hips came off the pillow and he cried out. “I am going to make you feel very good,” Guerrero growled, adding a second finger, stretching Chance thoroughly. They had a long flight tomorrow and he wanted to make sure that Chance could sit semi-comfortably; anyway, he already wanted a repeat performance in the morning.
He felt Chance clamp down on him, and the slight crinkle of pain in his eyes, so Guerrero forced himself to move even slower. He took his fingers out and added more lubricant to them before gently thrusting them back in. Guerrero wrapped his hand around Chance’s cock and pulled on it. “Relax, Babe, I know it’s been awhile,” Guerrero said, “we have all night.”
With a bit of distraction, Chance quickly loosened around Guerrero’s fingers, even thrusting back on them, Guerrero smirked, and watched Chance’s face lost in pleasure. He pressed down on Chance’s prostate causing Chance to cry out, his body trembling. “More,” Chance moaned, “please Guerrero. I’m ready.”
He ignored Chance and added a third finger just to make sure, Guerrero typically only did two with his lovers, but Chance was so tight and he didn’t want to hurt him. He pressed his fingers against Chance’s prostate with every other thrust; Chance planted his feet on the bed, opened himself up to Guerrero even wider and lifted his hips. Guerrero fought that bit of darkness inside of him that screamed for him to take what Chance was so willingly offering him. To just pound that tight ass and make it his. Mark Chance as his personal property. He refused to do that. That would hurt him and he didn’t want to hurt him.
“Guerrero,” Chance half moaned/half growled as he sat up slightly and reaching for the condom. He tore the foil packet open and put the condom on Guerrero’s achingly hard cock slowly. The darkness inside him howled and Guerrero bit his lower lip, he never had putting a condom on being such a tease, and Chance definitely knew what he was doing from that glint of mischief in his eyes. “So beautiful,” Chance whispered.
Guerrero removed his fingers and reached around for a moment until he found the bottle, he poured more lubricant in his hands and slicked up his cock. The logical part of his brain was trying to tell him that it would be easier for Chance if he lay on his side or was on his hands and knees, but he wanted to see Chance’s face. He held his cock steady and pushed inside gently. Chance cried out, his hands reached out and grabbed Guerrero’s hands on his hips. Guerrero stopped, gritting his teeth with the effort. He was half of the way in and damn, did Chance feel good. He was still so tight and hot, they fit together so well. Guerrero shifted his weight onto one hand and pulled at Chance’s cock again, again trying to distract him. “Sorry,” Chance whispered embarrassed, “never had a lover as thick as you.”
“Just relax, Babe,” Guerrero whispered the command softly, “I am sorry to hear your… previous experiences were with pencil dicks.”
Chance nodded and the tension started to leave his body, he pushed down onto Guerrero, to let him know he was ready for more. “What you needed was a real man, Chance,” Guerrero whispered, the darkness starting to seep through into his voice. Chance shivered but didn’t tense back up, in fact he pushed even harder down on Guerrero, as he started to push in further. “What I needed,” Chance looked Guerrero square in the eyes, “what I always needed was you.”
Guerrero jerked his hips slightly and was suddenly all the way inside Chance, as deep as he could get in that position. Chance cried out and wrapped his legs around Guerrero’s waist, Guerrero leaned forward, placing a hand to steady him by Chance’s head and kissed him softly. He wanted to taste every cry, every moan, every last plea that Chance would make tonight. He began to move again, adjusting his angle slightly to press again Chance’s prostate with each thrust. Chance lifted his hips off of the pillow again, challenging Guerrero for control, speeding up the pace slightly. He refused to give up control to Chance, the kiss deepened as Guerrero thrust into him harder, Guerrero pulled away a moment and growled, “Yes, Chance, damn right you need me. You are mine. Say it, Babe, say it!”
Guerrero made small shallow thrusts to tease Chance’s prostate and Chance started to squirm pleasantly beneath him, “Guerrero, please.”
“Not until you say it,” Guerrero swore. There was a flash of fear in Chance’s eyes and Guerrero kissed him softly again, “I am not going to hurt you, Babe, I promise. Never hurt you on purpose, I just need to hear the words because we both know it’s true.”
He kissed Chance deeply as he thrust in harder, picking the pace back up, for a split second Chance was silent, not even rocking back on his cock anymore and Guerrero was afraid he had pushed too hard. The darkness came too close to the surface…
Chance’s legs wrapped even tighter around Guerrero’s waist and he kissed him back, hard, demanding, his nails running up and down Guerrero’s back, meeting Guerrero’s thrusts with equal intensity. “I know,” Chance whispered breathlessly, “you’d… never hurt… me. You take care… of what is… yours.”
“Chance,” Guerrero moaned.
“Harder,” Chance cried out and Guerrero did as Chance asked, thrusting in and out of Chance harder. Guerrero enjoyed in the feeling of having Chance around him, responding to him, hearing the moans and cries of pleasure. He pumped Chance’s cock harder and knew Chance was close to coming. Good, Guerrero wasn’t going to be able to last much longer himself. Dammit, they should have done this years ago. Chance back arched, he bit his lower lip, his eyes closed slightly as he came hard, his body trembling, and he clamped down on Guerrero so tightly that it almost hurt. Guerrero just stared at Chance’s gorgeous face, lost in pleasure that he couldn’t help but follow him over the edge. He thrust once, twice and third time then came hard, half collapsing on top of Chance. They stayed like that for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breath, Guerrero knew he must be heavy, but found that Chance’s legs were still tight around him. He tried to move, but they refuse to let him go and Guerrero didn’t yet have the air to complain. He actually enjoyed the few extra moments being inside of Chance, but he knew that he needed to get them cleaned up. “Babe,” Guerrero whispered and Chance finally released him. He made a little noise when Guerrero slipped out, not a whimper, but Guerrero could tell he was sore.
He kissed Chance again, softly as he pulled away, but Chance’s arms were around him and not exactly willing to let him go. Guerrero shook his head as he removed the condom, “I’ll be right back. Just getting a wash cloth.”
Chance slowly released him and Guerrero went straight into the bathroom threw the condom in the trash then grabbed a wash cloth from the bathroom closet; he turned the water to hot and waited for it to heat up. He caught his reflection in the mirror and immediately looked away. He swore he would never let Chance see that bit of darkness still in him and it roared out of him tonight. He had scared Chance for a second. The water was finally warm; Guerrero turned the water off, rung out the wash cloth and went back into the bedroom. Chance was still there, he hadn’t moved a muscle, his eyes were half closed. Guerrero cleaned up Chance’s chest and cock before pressing the washcloth against his tender entrance. “How do you feel?” he asked quietly, still not quite looking at Chance.
“Like I was thoroughly fucked,” Chance’s voice was thick with sleepy satisfaction, “I’m sore but it’s a good sore.”
To prove his point Guerrero felt Chance raise his hips slightly and moan, “A very good sore,” he said again.
Guerrero went back into the bathroom, cleaned himself up before he filled the sink half way with warm water and let the washcloth sit in the water. He went back to the bedroom and was unsure what to do. Part of him wanted to run but a larger part wanted to stay the night, curled up around Chance. He hovered in the doorway and moment before Chance offered him his hand, “Come back to bed,” he said, “most couples sleep together have they have sex.”
He climbed back in the other side and laid there a moment before Chance curled around him, kissing his neck and pressing that heavenly body against him. Guerrero wrapped an arm around him, happy that Chance wasn’t afraid or rejecting him, that they were together now. “Get some sleep,” Chance yawned, “we have to explain the new change of plans to Winston and we have a 10AM flight scheduled.”
“Don’t remind me,” Guerrero said, “I haven’t even packed yet. Good night, Chance.”
Chance snuggled down, resting his head over Guerrero’s heart, and closed his eyes. Guerrero just petted his back and still beating himself up for that moment… who in the hell was he to demand such submission from Chance when the man had given him everything else. “Guerrero? Still awake?”
“Yes,” he said.
Chance kissed a nearby acid scar and said softly, “I’m yours.”
Guerrero didn’t respond, he held on to Chance tighter, and kissing the top of his head. He laid there in the silence, taking everything in and heard Chance drift off to sleep, Guerrero followed close behind him.

There was a very annoying noise for a few minutes before it went away. Guerrero realized, still half asleep, it was an alarm clock. He opened an eye and realized that his glasses were on and he was in Chance’s bedroom. He knew he had to get up, that something important was going on but he was just too tired to care. He started to doze back asleep when he felt something slide down his half hard cock, accompanied by a slippery hand, pulling at him. Guerrero opened his eyes and saw Chance leaning forward kissing down his chest, a condom already on his hardening cock, his hand pumping him to readiness. “Chance?”
“Good morning,” he said, casually, like they had met at the coffee pot instead of in his bedroom getting ready to make love again, “how did you sleep?”
“Well,” Guerrero bit his lower lip, trying to control his breathing, “you?”
“Very well,” Chance smiled, “sorry to wake you up.”
“I know we have a lot to do today,” Guerrero said, happy that this was going to come first.
“I woke up today and felt so empty,” Chance explained, “I need you inside of me, Guerrero.”
“Chance, you still have to be sore,” Guerrero said.
“I told you last night it is a good sore,” he said.
Guerrero grabbed the bottle of lubricant Chance had sitting next to him and poured a bit in his hand and spread it on his fingers before touching his tender opening. He was still rather loose so he slipped one finger easily inside, Chance sighed, and “Feels better when you do it.”
“Mmmm,” Guerrero smirked, “and what were you doing this morning, Babe?”
Chance smiled but didn’t say anything as he pushed down on Guerrero’s finger. He pumped Guerrero’s cock harder; Guerrero started to rock his hips into Chance’s touch. Guerrero pressed against Chance’s prostate and he shivered. He removed Guerrero’s hand from him and straddled Guerrero’s hips. “Chance, you aren’t ready,” Guerrero warned, afraid Chance would hurt himself.
“I am,” he said as he lowered himself on Guerrero’s cock. Guerrero could sense he was not opened enough and still too tender for this. “Chance, take you time. Slowly,” he whispered.
Chance followed his advice, inching himself very slowly down; he had to stop a few times to let his body adjust. Guerrero focused on keeping his hips still, finally after what felt like a small eternity Chance took him all in. Guerrero released a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding and gently thrust up. Chance tightened around him and moaned, but there was no sign in Chance’s face that he was in any real pain. “You feel so good,” Chance said.
“So do you,” Guerrero admitted as he kept thrusting his hips up gently, trying to get himself just little deeper. Chance smiled and started to ride him slowly, Guerrero took a hold of Chance’s hips, just in case, and relaxed into the mattress. He set the pace last night, he would let Chance set the pace this morning, he wasn’t in any rush, Chance knew who he belonged to.

Guerrero woke with a start, and his glasses were still on, he looked at the alarm clock and saw it said 7AM, shit they were supposed to be meeting Winston right now. His bags still weren’t packed and they had to leave for the airport in half an hour and Guerrero complained that Chance had a bad sense of planning. He looked down; Chance was still asleep, laying on his chest, smiling slightly. He hated to wake Chance up, but he didn’t have a choice. If he didn’t Winston would come up here looking for them and he wasn’t sure that Chance was ready for that. He shook Chance and said quietly, “Babe, time to get up. We have to go.”
Chance shook his head and snuggled tighter into Guerrero. “I know, I know,” Guerrero said, “just think about this… a week, you and me in Mexico, we’ll catch the threat early…”
“Then Winston will make us come home,” Chance complained.
Guerrero smirked; he would take care of Winston, “Leave Winston to me.”
Chance sighed and lifted his head and checked the clock, “Holy shit it’s after seven!”
“Yep,” Guerrero agreed as he climbed out of bed.
“Shit, you better jump in the shower, I’ll call Winston and explain we are running a little late and the change of plans,” Chance said as he carefully climbed out of bed.
“It will only take me a few minutes to throw a bag together,” Guerrero headed toward the shower and Chance searched his pants pocket for his cell phone. It really was a shame that Winston wouldn’t get them first class tickets, roomer seats, champagne… oh god, Chance’s romantic nature was starting to wear off on him.
Guerrero showered quickly and towel dried his hair, he didn’t have time to blow dry it and whoever looked perfect traveling anyway. Good excuse jumping in the shower as soon as they were got to their room. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Guerrero started to pick up his clothes from last night and put them on. His shirts and jacket were out in the living room. He thought he heard noise from the kitchen and figured it was probably Winston. Oh well, he was going to find out soon anyway, if Chance hadn’t already told him. It’s not like Guerrero wanted to keep this a secret; Chance belonged to him and people needed to know that. “But if Guerrero is going to be your boyfriend then who is hacking into the computer system,” Winston asked as Guerrero came out and grabbed his shirts from the couch and put the first one on, not bothering to tuck it in. He smelled coffee. Yes!
“The entire resort of computerized and has a wireless network,” Guerrero said, walking into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, “a cell phone with internet capability or a laptop can hack into this system without too much trouble.”
“What are you doing here?” Winston asked, more surprised than accusing, “didn’t you wear those clothes…”
“Yes, I spent the night. We were ‘doing research’ for our cover,” Guerrero sighed, taking a sip of the coffee and finished getting dressed. Winston looked from Chance to Guerrero then back to Chance. “Well it’s about time,” Winston said and Guerrero silently agreed.
“Well as much as I want to hear about your new partnership bliss,” Winston continued being sarcastic, “we have a plane to catch in less than three hours. We have to get to the airport.”
Chance nodded and headed back toward the bedroom, “I’m packed, just let me jump into the shower.”
“Ok,” Winston said and grabbed himself a little bit of coffee.
“I’ll go home and pack,” Guerrero said, “won’t take me a second then I can help you amend the identities…”
“Took care of that last night,” Winston downed the coffee like a shot, “I knew from the look on your face that you were unhappy with the cover and Chance would do anything to make you happy. I know you are protective of him, but I just want to say…”
Guerrero steeled himself for whatever Winston was going to say, he knew the man had a very low opinion of him and was rather protective of Chance as well. “… be careful with him. I know you care about him; I’m surprised you two didn’t fall into bed years ago, but…”
“I appreciate the warning,” Guerrero interrupted, “and what you are trying to do, Dude, and that you have his back. I’m not going to hurt him; I take care of what is mine.”
Winston nodded and poured himself another sip off coffee; Guerrero was surprised that he seemed to accept that answer. “At least someone is going to have fun on this case,” he sighed, “you better get going, or we are going to miss our flight.”
Guerrero nodded, chugging down the rest of his coffee and headed toward the door. “I will meet you two by the starbucks, inside the airport.”
“Which one?”
“Chance will know.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Winston shook his head as Guerrero shut the door behind him.

Epilogue

Winston knew that this had the makings of a right disaster, Chance and Guerrero in a relationship. He had expected Guerrero to jump down his throat, pull his gun or something of the like when he attempted to talk to him, but he was pleased with Guerrero’s answer. Chance did belong to him, but Guerrero also belonged to Chance, even if he didn’t acknowledge it yet. They made a good couple, balanced each other out like any good partnership, but it would be difficult for them to work out the boundaries of the relationship. Both were proud, cunning and had a lot of baggage. He hated to admit it but he was starting to like Guerrero, even though he could still be a smug sonovabitch and liked to steal his food.
There was nothing he could do about this now. They had to get to that damn airport and get on a plane. They needed to beat the target there and pray Guerrero could deliver on his promise and hack into the system while scaring off the men that dared flirt with Chance. If nothing else this trip was going to be very interesting.

Author’s Note: This could be a series if anyone is interested what happens in Mexico please review and let me know if you would like to see this story continued.