A Bird in the Hand

The whole thing had brought John Riccardi and his brother closer, actually. They'd always gotten along and both being in the Bureau was a bond. But they had different personalities. Paul had always been driven for leadership, and his identity was tied into the power and prestige of the position. John on the other hand preferred working in the field and not having to deal as much with bureau politics. Paul was more quiet and reserved, John was super outgoing.

But they knew each other's secret now.

As John walked into the restaurant bar, he could see Paul sitting in front of a double scotch, texting on his phone. He wondered what Cole had seen in the man. Beyond the handsome Italian Riccardi looks. Paul was older and grayer but was still in pretty good shape. John wondered if Cole had gone for Paul's quietly gruff demeanor, or maybe it was just Paul's rank in the Bureau that drew the kid. Maybe that political BS was worth putting up with if it had that effect on men. 

It had been three weeks now, since Paul had called John up and admitted what happened. "I wasn't gonna tell you, John, but I figured you should know," the older brother had said, his voice heavy with emotion and guilt. 

Things had been good between him and Cole. The incident was just the kick in the pants John needed to step up his game and get serious. The two had gotten closer, more open and vulnerable with each other, but John sensed something was off. It wasn't jealousy speaking, he just sensed Cole got something out his time with Paul that John wasn't delivering. 

Paul looked up from his phone just as John was stepping up. The FBI honcho got out of his seat and gave his brother a quick hug. "Hi," he greeted curtly. John laughed inwardly at how laconic his big bro could be. It certainly wasn't his gift of gab that had appealed to Cole Walker. 

"Hey," John replied. "You been waiting long? I though maybe a later time would work better for you."

"Yeah, busy day," Paul said, sitting back down. "You busy these days?"

As John sat in the available seat next to his brother, they shared shop talk. Paul didn't unload all ins-and-outs of his job, but it was fun to confide in his little bro, and he always felt John's insight was a conduit for the perspective of the guys in the field. 

They ordered their food and John his beer, and talked until a pause opened up in their conversation.

Paul seemed like he had something he'd been planning to say. "I didn't thank you before, but I wanted to say thanks for keeping everything under wraps.... you know, with Linda."

John hadn't felt great about that part of this. He liked his sister-in-law, and more than that, he liked being the outgoing Uncle John when he came over for Sunday dinners or holidays.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna blab," he said. He lowered his voice some. "You know, with your position and all... well, you always looked after me growing up, I guess it's time for me to return the favor."

Paul smiled. "For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure Linda knows. Though I think she thinks I'm fucking women on the side."

"Jesus," John exclaimed but couldn't help laughing at his big brother's chutpzah.

Paul shrugged, like he expected that reaction. "You probably think I'm a heel."

John did, some, but also loved his brother. "It's all complicated. I should have been honest with you," he said. Then with a shy look he added, "I've decided to be honest now, actually."

"You mean...?"

John nodded. "I'm not gonna be draping a pride flag on me, or anything, but I'm gonna ask Cole to move in with me. If he does, everyone's gonna know. The whole Bureau is gonna know."

Paul felt proud of his little brother. If some good came out of this whole mess, it would have been worth it. "Well, if you face any trouble there, let me know," he said in his executive tone. Reading John's reaction, he added, "Yeah, yeah, I know how to be fucking subtle with this shit. Just know I still have your back, too."

"Thanks, Paul," John said, touched. He hoped nothing bad would happen at his job. Hell it was 2023, not 1983. Still, it was a comfort to have someone looking out for him in the FBI, even if it was driven by nepotism, something he always avoided ever since Paul Ricciardi climbed the ranks to higher leadership. 

"Any time," Paul said. He took a sip of his scotch and got a conspiratorial grin. "So it sounds like you're serious with this Cole kid."

John smiled and nodded. "Head over heels, bro."

"Well, I guess I've crossed enough lines so far to say that you've scored a hot one all right."

John wasn't sure he liked the leer on Paul's face, but it was also cool to have Cole's utter appeal recognized. They could share this as a bond. He still didn't fully know Paul's deal. When John told his brother he was entirely and fully gay, Paul said it was more a bisexual side release thing for him. Maybe that helped defuse the tension over Cole. Paul didn't have any emotional bond or designs on the young man, not like John did. 

"So..." John asked, "Maybe this is weird to ask, but are you moving on to another guy?"

Paul chuckled. "We'll see." He took a sip of scotch. "It's definitely an itch I enjoy scratching, you know? It's just, after Cole, anyone else is gonna fall short." His brown eyes met his brother's paler eyes for a second. "I'm gonna respect you brother, but I'll admit I'm already going through withdrawals a little bit."

John gulped. "Come on, Paul," he said. They'd been getting along well, surprisingly well considering all that had happened. And now that sibling rivalry was rearing itself again.

Paul patted his brother's back. "I know, I know. I'll be hands off, I promise. But I swear I've never met a kid as hot as him who could take it so HARD, you know?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper but hard edged at the same time.

"Hard?" John asked. Jealousy wasn't making him angry now, so much as embarrassed. Hurt.

Paul leaned back in his bar seat. "Yeah, you know, the kind of dude you can really tear into and he'll beg for more."

"Jesus," John hissed. He looked into his brother's face to see if Paul was bullshitting him. But his big bro looked sincere as hell. "You a dom or something?" Paul didn't quite comprehend, so he added. "You know, like S and M...."

Paul shook his head no. "Nah, nothing like that." He could see in John's reaction that he wasn't as hard-charging with that Cole hottie. "Listen... I know it's not my place but... well, you should manhandle that kid some. It'll drive him fucking wild.... trust me on this, bro."

John took it all in. The knowledge he was gaining about his boyfriend. Cole had seemed to get into the steamier sex lately. John had chalked it up to variety, but maybe there was more to it than that. He was chubbing up in his khakis. "You sure?" he asked. 

"100 percent," Paul replied. 

John blushed. "Um... this may be weird... but could you give me some pointers?"

"It's weird as fuck," Paul said as he patted John's back against and leaned in to describe some of the things that drove Cole Walker wild.

As their dinner arrived, they changed the topic of conversation. But the thought of Cole  stuck in Paul's mind. The hottie that got away. Hell, if he couldn't rail that kid's ass, at least his brother could enjoy himself.

****

It had been an amazing evening so far. John and Cole didn't go to a restaurant. Instead John offered to cook in. 

Personally, Cole loved seeing the federal agent in more casual, form-fitting clothes. Just a warn FBI academy t-shirt and some gym shorts. "I feel overdressed," Cole laughed when he walked in. 

"I figured we'd be out of our clothes eventually, right, sexy?" John asked, stepping up for a kiss. It wasn't a chaste peck, but he was saving the full-on making out till later.

They ate dinner and they talked. John asked a lot about Cole's work. He's tried to be better about that, listening and not just unloading his day, his week, on the younger guy. John cleared the table afterwards and insisted Cole just relax. 

"Dessert later?" he asked as he walked back to the dining table. He pulled up a chair, his eyes fixing on Cole's cute-handsome face. "I got something to ask you, buddy. And feel free to be honest. But what do you think about moving in?"

He paused as Cole reacted.

"For real?" the 23-year old asked. 

John nodded. "Totally. Fuck... I mean, I know you have your lease and we're still getting more serious. So if it's not right away that's cool. But I'm ready when you are, stud."

"Yeah, I guess there's that," Cole reflected. "But damn I want this, John. Maybe in a couple of months, but let's do it."

John was beaming. "Dude, you don't know how happy I am, buddy."

A thought occurred to Cole. "This mean you're coming out?"

"Pretty much," John admitted. "I'm ready for what the brings. If you are."

Cole nodded. "You know, I think it's a big deal for me, too. Maybe more than I've admitted."

John leaned in a little bit. This guy was so attractive, he just wanted to kiss Cole, bad. "The age thing?" he ventured.

"Yeah, that," Cole replied sheepishly. "Sorry."

John patted the ex-jock's knee. "Buddy don't be sorry. It's a real thing. We'll figure out what works for both of us, OK?"

Cole felt dumb. He's hand his dream fantasy handed to him on a silver platter - a hunk daddy of a federal agent wanting a relationship in addition to hot sex - and here he was the one throwing doubt on it. "OK," he muttered.

John's hand nudged Cole's chin, pulling it up to meet his gaze. "I'm serious, bud. If you moving in is the right thing, awesome, otherwise, we'll make it work."

Cole smiled. This guy knew what to say. He saw a look flit across John's face. "What?" he asked.

John leaned back and nodded down. "I'm afraid my little man has a mind of his own." Indeed there was that thick Ricciardi cock sticking up and forming a tent in the gym shorts. 

"Wow," Cole hissed. He loved seeing that dick and loved that he had this effect on the FBI hunk. 

John stood up and with an uncharacteristic forwardness, just pulled off those shorts, stepping out of them and letting that hardon stick up urgently. "Think we can go long with the foreplay tonight?" he hissed. He stepped up to Cole's seat, guiding that hard dong to his boyfriend's face. 

"Yeah I think we can," Cole smiled, then began licking John's hard meat. It felt heavier than normal, fatter, too as the young Congressional staffer wrapped his lips around it and began suckling at the tip. 

"Oh damn, that's nice," John, hissed, hands on his waist as he looked down and let Cole explore. Exploring turned into cock worship, which turned in to sucking. John did a couple of mental tricks to keep from shooting, and edged Cole's head off a couple of times while he cooled down. 

"You sure you don't want me to suck you off tonight?" Cole asked. He'd come prepped and ready to bottom, but it had been a while since he'd sucked John off and tasted that lawman's sperm. He'd happily do it now.

John peeled off his T-shirt. He'd trimmed his fur for the occasion. It was still thick on his chest and taut belly but the manscaping showed off the muscle definition more. Tossing it aside he flexed his arm a little for Cole's benefit. "Sure I'm sure," he replied. "I'm not ready to end this yet. Come on," he urged, taking Cole's arm to help him up. He patted the young dude's rump playfully as they made their way back to the master bedroom. The lube was set out and the covers already turned down. John got onto the bed while he watched Cole strip off. He patted the mattress. "Face down, buddy... I wanna eat you out some."

Cole grinned. He had to admit that when they first started hooking up, Cole didn't enjoy the long rim jobs that John loved to give. But in the right mood, they were incredible now. He did as asked, stretching out on the bed and hiking his round bubble ass up. 

John's strong hands pried them apart and dove in. 

"God yeah, sir..." Cole hissed. "Lick my hole."

The federal agent did that and more. He licked, sucked, prodded and tasted Cole's fresh asshole, getting off on the oral-anal contact and the soft, almost soapy scene of Cole's body. 

Cole rode the sensations. It was almost torture having John eat him out for so long, but he knew it would just make their fuck that much hotter. 

At last John pulled back and gripped Cole's waist to guide him to flip over. The bottom complied, and once his hard dick was revealed, John was on it, softly sucking Cole. Not a pro blowjob, but it didn't have to be. This was more of the foreplay John liked. Connecting with this hottie and extending out the sex. 

John licked Cole's balls, shaved smooth, then ran his tongue down the perineum. The ex soccer jock got the hint, pulling his strong legs back and letting John munch some more. 

This time, the law man didn't take long. He leaned up and hurried reached for some lube. No fingering this time, John Ricciardi just dabbed some of the slick stuff along Cole's pucker then greased up his thick pole, which he nudged down into place.

"Unf," Cole hissed, savoring that quick penetration. He and John had been working on that. How to push the envelope a little without causing real discomfort. The movie-star-handsome agent smiled down. 

"Back in ya, buddy... feels nice."

"Damn... I love your dick, sir."

"I can tell," John replied, eyes twinkling. "Your ass is practically kissing my cock, making love to it."

Cole tried to focus on his insides to control what he was doing, and adjust his grip on that Ricciardi prick. But it was of no use, this stuff came instinctively to Cole Walker, a body reflex that combined with his psychological need. 

John pushed in, all the way in, slow but sure, his eyes meeting Cole's. "Gonna fuck you, stud.... fuck you all night." It was a wild boast, and both men knew John couldn't live up to it. But both men knew he'd try. 

That fat cock tapped into its deepest point for just a half second before it rebounded out. Then in again. An again.

"Fuck me," Cole grunted. "Yeah, like that."

John wasn't going hard, but he was putting some muscle to each inward thrust. Stretching out that jock hole with regular shoves. 

It made Cole's dick jerk and leak on his six pack abs. Maybe he wouldn't need to touch it to get off this time, but he told himself he wasn't gonna focus on that. He wanted to enjoy this fuck, and it didn't matter if he jerked while John Ricciardi nailed him or not. 

The agent was getting more into, eyes getting wilder, hips getting faster. Almost possessive in his topping. Then he stopped.

"I wanna do you from behind, sexy," he hissed. 

"Yeah?" Cole asked. They'd tried different positions, sure, but John was always a missionary man. He said seeing Cole's face and reactions was what usually got him off. 

John was already pulling back, his fat dick slick with lube. "Come on, bud... I'm so fucking horny for ya."

Cole smiled. This guy could be a porn star, maybe with a longer dick, only porn stars usually didn't usually look this hot. Just seeing this muscle-cop daddy in heat had the 20-something dude ready to put out. "Yeah," he hissed, scrambling to get on all fours.

He felt John approach him from behind and expected a slow steady entry. 

Instead that fat cock barreled right in. It knocked a little wind out of Cole, only because it was so sudden. Already John was leaning in, covering Cole's strong back tightly and wrapping an arm possessively around Cole's neck. 

"Open up for Daddy," John grunted. "That's it." 

His tone was soft and cooing, rather than commanding, but immediately, Cole knew. Paul Ricciardi had said something to his brother. Maybe a lot of things. Because John was pounding the young stud now, roughly, quickly, as his wrestler hold grew tighter. 

BAM. BAM. BAM.  

John's hips were putting the man's strength and cardio stamina to good use. "I know ya want it. Take Daddy's cock, buddy."

BAM. BAM. BAM. 

Cole's hand now clutched at John's forearm. It was so tight now. He felt the man's tongue lick his neck.

"Dude, I'm not gonna choke you. Just making sure you don't get away. Making sure you take this."

BAM. BAM. BAM.

No hands and no choice in the matter. Cole was cumming, hard, on that piledriving cock. He sprayed all over John's sheets just as his support arm gave out and he fell onto the wet bed. John kept fucking away, entering his own orgasm now.

The lockhold eased but the agent still used it for leverage to put his whole body into it. Fifteen seconds of hard pounding and he was loading up Cole Walker pretty full. 

Cole almost instantly felt the man's muscled body relax on top of him, the weight now bearing down as both men breathed heavily in sync and caught their breath. 

"Goddamn, buddy," John hissed. "Please tell me I didn't go too hard."

"You didn't go too hard," Cole replied. "At all. Fuck."

John was now kissing softly along Cole's neck, regaining the strength to lift his weight up some, but his dick still very firm and buried inside this perfect young man. He'd pull out when Cole told him to or when he got soft. Until then, he wasn't gonna. 

"I guess I've been too gentle in the bedroom," he apologized. 

Cole leaned back into John's chest, wanting to maximize the body contact and let John know how much he craved this, this moment, almost as much as the orgasm itself. "I can like gentle, too, Sir... only... Fuck."

Another soft kiss. "Daddy's got ya buddy. Just tell me what you need."

Cole nodded, only he let out a soft, sexy laugh. "Dude, I didn't need to tell ya. You just gave it to me."

That got a matching chuckle from John. "I'm glad." He pushed his dick back in deep into Cole's guts. And again. John wasn't sure he was ready to fuck again, not for real, but this was about the emotional connection as much as the fuck need. "Tell me, Mr. Walker... how did I compare to him?"

Cole knew exactly who he meant. "Come on, babe," he objected. 

The dick pressed inside him again, more forcefully. John's voice wasn't angry, not in the least. But it was calm and resolute. "I want the truth, buddy. Do I fuck you as good as he did?"

Cole took a deep breath. "John... it was like I had Paul and you at the same time, rolled into one man. It was intense."

John gave Cole's neck another soft kiss. "I'll take that, buddy. And thanks. Thanks for telling me." He thrusts in gently now but with full strokes. "Is this getting too much?"

"A little," Cole admitted. His insides felt very tender now, and his hole a little numb. John had gone at it pretty hard. "But Paul wouldn't have asked me that."

"Right," John replied. Like he was a school kid corrected on an assignment. He stretched out over Cole's naked body, not pressing the full weight down but close, as he gripped Cole's wrists and held tight. 

He didn't speak now, he just started fucking Cole Walker harder.