Mech Warrior 1
Ten years ago, a virus swept the planet, killing millions. Just as the human population was starting to recover from that disaster, mechanical aliens invaded Earth looking for iron–and they had no problem exterminating the human race to get it.
Anthony Roarke lost his lover in the first wave of the virus. Frankie’s family secreted him away in a cryogenics facility until a cure could be found. But that was before the mechs invaded.
Roarke has searched for Frankie since the day he disappeared. Once word reaches him that Frankie has been located, Roarke wastes no time in going after his lover. But brining Frankie into the new world might cost him more than his sanity. It might cost him his life.
Erotic, Futuristic, SciFi, M/M Romance
"Damn, baby. You're the hottest fucking thing in this place."
Frankie laughed and leaned back into the tall muscular body behind him, wiggling his hips against the hard cock he could feel pressing into his ass. There were a lot of hotter looking guys in the club than him, but Frankie was glad his lover thought he was the sexiest.
Holding Roark's interest was at the top of Frankie's priority list.
Detective Anthony Roark was a walking wet dream, and Frankie was just lucky enough to be the man the detective was interested in. How that had come about, Frankie would never know, but he also wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Roark wanted him, the handsome man could have him—for as long as he wanted.
Frankie stifled a groan when he felt Roark's hands move down his chest to grab his hips. Roark was driving him nuts, and had been for hours. Apparently, the man was on a mission to see how long Frankie could hold out before attacking him.
It wouldn't be long.
They had been dancing for the past two hours. And that was after going out to a romantic dinner together. Frankie knew that they were celebrating their one year anniversary. He just hadn't known that Roark would remember it. Most guys didn't.
After all of the years Frankie had spent trying to find Mr. Right, the sexy detective had fallen into his lap—literally.
Roark had been shot on the job, trying to apprehend a suspect in a bank robbery. He had ended up in Frankie's emergency room. Frankie had gone into the exam room to take Roark's vitals and the man had tried to sit up and almost fallen off the bed. Frankie had rushed forward and caught the detective before he could hit the floor.
Frankie was always a little confused about what had prompted Roark to pursue him. He was a male nurse, and worked a lot of long hours. He didn't have a ton of friends, but a few, but he also wasn't a party animal or someone that slept around.
Of course, he had been hit on before and tried to keep things professional between him and Roark, assuming the guy was either high on pain meds or looking for a quick piece of ass. Not too many men that looked like the detective tried to date Frankie.
Roark had seemed to be on a mission though. He started coming by the emergency room more and more often, always searching Frankie out. After one night when he dropped by the ER to see Frankie, he had cornered him in one of the exam rooms. After kissing Frankie until his head spun, Roark had stolen his cell phone and erased every damn number in there before programming his number in under boyfriend.
Frankie had been pissed for days, and then amused when Roark started dropping by more and more often, sometimes bringing Frankie dinner. Other times, Roark just brought him flowers. After four weeks of constant attention, and some good natured razzing from his friends, Frankie had finally given in and agreed to go out on a date with Roark.
The rest was history.
They had dated for the last year and now they were celebrating. Frankie was pretty sure that Roark was going to ask him to move in. At least, that's what he was hoping would happen. As it was, he spent more time at Roark's house than he did his own. It only made sense that they would share an apartment together.
And Frankie had no reservations about saying yes. He loved Roark and he knew Roark loved him. They spent all of their free time together and had been a public item to their friends and co-workers for over six months. It was time to move their relationship to the next level.
"We should head home pretty soon, baby," Roark murmured into Frankie's ear. Frankie grinned when Roark squeezed his ass. "I want a piece of this tight little ass before the clock strikes midnight."
Frankie tilted his head back to peer up into Roark's smoky grey eyes. "Afraid I'll turn into a pumpkin?"
Roark's eyes twinkled in the flashing lights hanging over the dance floor. "Na uh, my fairy godmother promised me that the handsome prince would be mine as long as I claimed him by midnight."
Roark was a dork, but gods, he was Frankie's dork. Frankie grinned and grabbed Roark's hand as he started backing off the dance floor, bumping into more than one person along the way.
"Then I guess we'd better get going before my—ouch." Frankie frowned as he grabbed his arm right where it met his shoulder. That had hurt. He felt like something had poked him but…"Oh, I don't feel so good."
Frankie grabbed his head as his vision suddenly started to blur. His stomach was clenching, trying to rebel. He thought he might actually be sick.
"Roark, I don't—" Frankie's tongue felt like it was swelling in his mouth, making it hard to talk. He slapped his hand over his mouth when his gums started to throb. What the fuck was happening to him?
"Frankie, what's wrong?"
Frankie tried to lift his eyes to see Roark. The man sounded frantic. But his eyelids felt so heavy. It was an effort to keep them open at all, not that it did him much good. He could barely see out of them as it was. Everything was going hazy and dark, almost a deep grey color.
"Ro-Roark!" Frankie tried to scream but all he heard was a desperate whimper come out of his mouth as his legs gave out beneath him and he started to slide to the floor. He felt someone catch him and he was pretty sure it was Roark, but he couldn't be positive.
"Frankie, baby, come on. You can't leave me." Roark's voice had taken on a desperate pitch. "Frankie?"
"Roark," Frankie whispered as his head rolled back on the man's arm. "I…what…"
Frankie heard Roark's cries as his vision darkened. He tried to lift his hand to caress his lover's cheek but his arms felt like dead weight, like they were filled with lead. He barely had enough strength to continue breathing.
"Frankie! Frankie, baby," Roark cried out. "Come on, Frankie. Open your eyes. Come back to me. Frankie!"
"Tell me you love me, Anthony."
It wasn't often that Frankie used Roark's first name so he wasn't sure if the surprise he saw in the man's eyes came from that or from what he said. But the tears that filled them were unmistakable.
"I love you, Frankie," Roark choked out.
Frankie clasped Roark's face between his hands and drew the man closer. "Then show me," he whispered just before settling his lips against Roark's. He swept his tongue across Roark's frozen lips. They parted with a deep sigh from Roark. Frankie pressed his advantage and swept his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern.
The first tentative kiss was gentle, sweet, and almost chaste. Frankie felt Roark open to him and bent lower, mating their mouths together, exploring Roark's mouth. Their lips parted, only for a brief moment.
When their lips met again, it wasn't the slow tender and gentle kiss it had been before. This time it was out of control, frantic, needy. Frankie felt Roark's groan as a tingle in the pit of his stomach.
He felt the man's hands grab at him, holding onto Frankie's hips like Roark thought he might escape. Except that Frankie had no intention of trying to escape. He had no intention of going anywhere. He was right where he wanted to be—wrapped in Roark's arms.
"Frankie, baby," Roark whispered against his lips, "please. It's been so long. Let me touch you. Please."
Since Roark was already holding onto his hips, Frankie had a pretty good idea that wasn't what the man was referring to. Frankie was nervous about having sex after ten years of nothing. He was also a bit nervous about Roark's unit hearing them. They might be on the second floor above them but they were still on a balcony. Any noise they made would be heard by everyone.
Still, Frankie wasn't sure he could deny the deep need he could see in Roark's grey eyes. He nodded, expecting for Roark to jump him or something. He was shocked when Roark scooted away from him.
Frankie's words died in his mouth when Roark stripped off his pack and pulled out a thin blanket. Roark shook it out and then placed it on the floor. He tucked his pack under one edge after grabbing something in a small tube out of one of the pockets.
Once he was done, Roark held out his hand.
Frankie swallowed hard and then reached for Roark's hand. He shivered when Roark's fingers closed over his and he was drawn from the bench to the blanket on the floor. Roark slowly pulled the faded white body suit off of Frankie's shoulders and pushed it down to his hips.
Frankie felt his face flush when Roark dropped to his knees and continued to pull the bodysuit off before tossing it to one side of the small alcove. Roark's eyes never left Frankie's body, not even when his hands began to shake.
"You are still so gorgeous, Frankie."
"I'm ten years older, Roark."
Roark glanced up, surprise on his face. "And you still look as handsome as you did they day we met in the hospital." Roark glanced down at Frankie's body, starting with his chest and working his way down past his abdomen. He stopped briefly at Frankie's hard cock and inhaled sharply before moving on down his legs to his feet. "If anything, you're even more beautiful to me now."
Frankie chuckled even though he was delighted by Roark's words. "I think all of this fighting has warped your brain."
"No," Roark whispered as he shook his head and lifted his head to look up at Frankie again. "After everything I've seen, I've become an expert on beauty, and you, Franklin James, are the most beautiful damn thing I have ever seen."
Frankie almost preened but that was hard to do when his heart was beating out of control. He had worried that ten years could have taken away some of the desire Roark had for him. He was still worried about that.
Hell, he was terrified that Roark wouldn't want him, that he couldn't measure up to the man Roark built up in his mind. He wasn't perfect by a long shot, and yet Roark seemed to think that he was. Not by a long shot.
"I hope you always think that, even if you are delusional."
Roark gave a lopsided grin. "I'm not delusional, Frankie."
Desire burned in Roark's eyes but it was overshadowed by the love Frankie could see in their deep grey depths. Frankie couldn't help himself. He curved his hand around the side of Roark's face, rubbing his thumb from the edge of Roark's nose to his cheekbone.
"I love you, Roark."
Roark's eyes closed for a brief moment. His head turned and Frankie felt the man's wet lips press against the palm of his hand. Roark didn't kiss him. He just let his lips sit there, almost as if he needed the contact. Frankie almost pulled away and dropped to his knees when he felt a tear land on his skin.
"Thank you," Roark murmured as he opened his eyes and looked up. "I swear I will never abuse that again, Frankie. You'll never have to doubt me in the future. You might have to beat me off with a stick, but you'll never have to wonder if I love you again. I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you know it."
"Shh." Frankie pressed his finger over Roark's mouth. "Let's not talk about it anymore. You're here and I'm here. That’s all that matters."
Roark looked unconvinced so Frankie leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against the man's lips. That seemed to do the trick. Roark groaned and dragged Frankie down to the blankets.
Before Frankie knew it, Roark had stretched out next to him, and half rolled on top of him. Frankie groaned when Roark's hands started exploring his naked skin. It felt just as wonderful as he remembered.
"Oh gods, baby, you smell so damn good." Roark whispered against Frankie's skin as he started nuzzling the skin at his neck. "Missed this so much, baby, missed you."
Frankie tilted his head back, giving Roark more skin to kiss. He was happily rewarded by the feeling of Roark's mouth working its way across the bottom of his chin and down his neck to his chest.
Frankie shuddered with increasing arousal and cried out softly as Roark's lips closed over one of his nipples. The mere touch of Roark's lips on his skin sent a warming shiver through Frankie. When Roark's tongue stroked across his taut flesh, Frankie cried out again and gripped Roark's arms with his hands.
"That’s it, baby," Roark murmured, his hot breath blowing out over Frankie's sensitive skin. "Come apart for me."