The Agency: Engel and Gustavo

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Agency operatives Engel and Gustavo tracked their target as he made his way around a group of men. They'd been sitting in the hotel bar, watching him closely for nearly an hour, trying to determine the best way to approach. The assignment was to quietly find a way to break into the man’s computer and verify the veracity of his formulas.
While Gustavo Ramirez was smart, sexy, funny, and suave, his working partner, Engel Klein, was more knowledgeable about the chemical formulas they were searching for. For that reason, both men were required on this mission. One man would find a way into the man’s computer; the other would verify the data. They assumed that Gustavo would be the contact man since he was much more gregarious. Engel tended to be taciturn at the best of times. They’d worked together many times over the last few years; they were partners.
A distasteful look flashed across the blond man’s face now, as he considered their target. “He is a man’s man. A lover of men, Gustavo,” Engel declared finally.
Gustavo shot him a suspicious look. “How can you tell?”
Engel rolled his eyes. “I can tell,” he murmured.
Gustavo was sure that, if anyone would know, it would be Engel. He’d confided to Gustavo early on in their association that he didn’t date women. That had been all the information he’d offered on the subject; it had never come up again.
“I will have to seduce him to get the password,” Engel stated definitively.
Gustavo looked at their target again. He was a nice looking man. Gustavo guessed him to be a just over six feet tall. His light brown hair wasn’t long, but it was artfully curly. He looked like a quarterback, which made perfect sense, as he had been a quarterback in college.
Steve Carter obviously kept himself in shape, looking as fit and strong as he must’ve ten years prior. Gustavo guessed that with that face he'd worked his way through all the cheerleaders--the male cheerleaders, anyway, if Engel was right. He was surprised that their research department had missed this most relevant fact. He intended to have a stern talk to the department head when he got back to headquarters.
“I could do it,” he murmured, staring at the man.
Engel let out a disgusted snort.
Gustavo made it right back at him. “I could,” he grinned. “I've had sex with men before.” He waggled his eyebrows at his partner. “Does that surprise you?”
Engel sighed. “No, Gustavo. With your libido it wouldn't surprise me to learn that you had relations with a chicken.”
Gustavo reached over, whacking him solidly on the arm.
Engel jerked away. “Aow,” he complained.
“Sissy boy,” Gustavo sneered playfully.
Engel flashed his partner an annoyed look. “I haven’t bothered with sex in years. So, fine, if you want him, go get him.” Engel gestured toward the tall, athletic man. “Go. I'll bet he doesn't even notice you.”
“Son, everyone notices me,” Gustavo assured him haughtily, stunned at Engel’s casual announcement that he’d been celibate for so long. What could that mean?