Black Mustard: Justice Read Online Free PDF

catching. That was it; he wanted Justice’s need, that hunger that fed all of them when there simply wasn’t any hope left.
    That fire that would blaze again, let Justice take the next hard case, try to save the next lost soul.
    Like him.
    The thought shook him, and he pushed up, took one more hard, desperate kiss, eyes staring into bright blue. “Justice.”
    “Oui. Cher. You got it. Me. As much as you want.”
    From another man, the words would be meaningless, but this was his Justice, his north star. Justice didn’t lie, even when it won cases.
    “Justice.”
    That was the best yes he could give before he swooped down, Justice’s cock stretching the corners of his lips, tip nudging the back of his throat.
    “Loic!” His name was as much of a yes as Justice’s had been, and Justice’s body repeated it, bucking up, pushing deeper. This time he didn’t even try to stop Justice’s need; he simply held on and rode, sucking for all he was worth.
    “J’t’aime. Loic. Please.”
    Love.
    Yes.
    Yes.
    He pulled harder, hands wrapped around Justice’s hips to drag Justice in deeper, so he could feel every inch. Every ounce of need.
    Those square hands landed on his head, body curling around him as Justice convulsed, hips punching into his lips. The scent of sweat and whiskey, need and Ivory soap and the barest promise of hot sauce hit him again in a rush, and he swallowed, pulling out the first of what seemed like an endless series of splashes against his tongue.
    Justice.
    This was what Justice tasted like.
    The fingers on his head gentled, Justice taking a sobbing breath as Loic’s hair was smoothed, stroked. “I. Damn, cher.”
    He slowly let the fading cock slip free from his lips, kissing the tip on the way.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    He chuckled, shook his head. No. No, it wasn’t his first time. Just the first time in a long while.
    “Good.” Justice lifted his chin, leaned over, and kissed him, long and slow, lazy. Not like the man was in any hurry at all. “Stay? Eat. Sleep. Do it again. Stay.”
    He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, he could do that.
    “Good.”
    ***
    Justice woke up with a sweaty octopus wrapped around him, and he had about a half second of panic before he realized that two arms, two legs, a nice long penis, and a tongue only counted as six and he was two appendages away from being dragged into the deep.
    Man, he needed a cup of coffee and an Advil.
    He kissed Loic’s forehead, then slipped out of bed to start the Mr. Coffee before stumbling to the bathroom. By the time he got back out, Loic was there, doing the pee-pee dance. “I’ll pour coffee. Have at. There’s no spare toothbrush, sorry.”
    He wasn’t the one-night type, as a rule.
    Hell, he still wasn’t one right now. He’d go get Loic one from the CVS later today.
    He poured two coffees -- one white, one sickly sweet -- and grabbed two leftover beignets from the box and the bottle of Advil. There were four left, thank God.
    He took two dry, sat on the sofa, and turned on the morning news. Blah blah blah weather blah blah blah arson blah blah economy sucked blah blah fucking gay people trying to get married blah blah blah. Depressing.
    Loic stood in front of the television, stark assed naked, lean legs spread, eyebrow arched. Oh, better.
    “Mornin’, cher.” He held up Loic’s coffee.
    “Justice.”
    “Yeah.” He grinned, refusing to give up the coffee when Loic grabbed it, and tugged the man closer. “Come kiss me.”
    He’d deal with morning breath.
    Loic straddled his thighs, spreading like butter as their lips met. The kiss was sweet and slow and unafraid. Settled.
    He let go of the coffee cup, draped his arm over Loic’s shoulders. Their bellies met, leaned together, and he sighed into the kiss, his headache easing off just like that. Loic smiled for him, grinned against his lips.
    “Yeah.” He grinned back. “There’s beignets.”
    “Mmm.” That was a good sound. Almost as good as the sound Loic made when they