God, that strong hand on the back of his neck. Ash barely had to push anymore - Brendan was trained like a dog - one hot hand on the back of his neck and he was opening Ash's pants, leaning down, and opening his mouth all at once. But Ash seemed to like pushing him, so he arched his neck and gave himself a few more seconds to get Ash's cock into his hand, then into his mouth.

It was hot and hard and salty, and he did that thing with his tongue - the one that always made Ash say his name. And his name in Ash's mouth was just about the best thing ever.

"Jesus Bren!"

There it was, and Brendan sucked as hard as he could. It had been a nighttime takedown, and takedowns always made Ash hard, especially if there was gunplay, and there had been more than one bullet fired tonight, several of them Ash's. They'd barely made it to the car, then barely around the block to a dark alley before that hot hand was on the back of his neck.

It stayed there, too, pushing Brendan down - holding him in place so Ash could fuck up into his mouth, shoving hard util he came with a low moan. Brendan swallowed him down, let Ash's cock slip out of his mouth, and turned his head to the side to draw in hard breaths.

Ash's hand slid from the back of his neck into his hair, pulling. "C'mon, Bren. Jerk yourself off for me."

Brendan sat up and popped the glove box open, grabbing a handful of napkins, then sat back against the door so he could face Ash, so Ash would get the best view. He got his cock out and licked his palm, the last of Ash's come mixing with his saliva to wet him down.

"Not gonna last," Brendan groaned. He was so close just from sucking Ash off.

"It's okay," Ash said. "Come for me."

With just a few hard strokes, Brendan did as he was told, managing to get the napkins in place so he didn't come all over his suit pants. By the time Brendan had his dick tucked back in and his pants zipped, Ash had the car started and turned back toward the office. It took Brendan most of the ride to catch his breath.

In the underground parking deck, Ash turned his head toward Brendan, but kept his hands on the wheel. "Look, Bren," he said. "They're talking about promoting me."

"That's great!" Brendan smiled at him, knowing how much Ash wanted to move up in the Bureau.

"Yeah," Ash said, looking away from Brendan's face. "Bren, you're a good partner - the best."

"Thanks," Brendan said quietly.

"Yeah," Ash said again. "But I can't risk this promotion just because you're a good fuck, too."

Brendan felt all the blood leech out of his face, and he clenched his fingers down on his thighs.

"Hey," Ash said. "No offence, right."

Brendan opened the car door and put one foot onto the concrete. "None taken," he said. He pulled himself out of the car and walked away.