Over the Top

by Cindy Dees

  He stripped out of his clothes and crawled into bed just before Gunner emerged from the bathroom, damp, flushed, and wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. His abs rippled with muscle that terminated in a sharply defined V pointing down toward his groin. The man was a little intimidating to contemplate having sex with. He looked like the kind of guy who could split him open if he wanted to.

  Except this was Gunner. His best friend. The boy he’d grown up with, that he’d fallen in love with, that he’d loved pretty much his entire life. He’d seen Gunner gently rescue kittens out of a rain catch basin, seen him chase off bullies when they’d picked on him. And more recently, he’d seen Gunner fall asleep with Poppy on his chest, his arms cradled protectively around her.

  Gunner moved over to the bulky duffel bag he’d carried inside and pulled a large handgun from it. Chas recoiled, alarmed.

  Gunner laid it on the one remaining nightstand, murmuring, “It’s a precaution. Nothing more.”

  “You got any condoms in there?” he replied. “If we’re going to be having sex regularly, we should probably invest in some.”

  “Yeah, actually. They’re a standard part of a go-bag for SEALs.”

  “Of course they are,” he responded dryly.

  Gunner grinned. “We put them over the ends of our rifle barrels to keep sand out.”

  “Riiiiight. That’s how they all get used.”

  Gunner shrugged, grinning. “It’s how I used most of mine. I only had sex with a woman once when I got hassled by the guys so much I couldn’t avoid it any longer.”

  “Did you like it?” Chas asked curiously.

  “You want the truth?” Gunner murmured.

  “Yes. I do.”

  “I closed my eyes and pretended it was you.”

  Chas’s jaw dropped. Gunner had been fantasizing about him for all these years? Warmth started in his gut and spread outward to fill his entire body. “Well, you’re in luck. The real thing is right here in the flesh. And I would purely love it if you fucked me all night long.”

  “Such language, Mr. Reed,” Gunner tsked.

  Chas held up the covers, and Gunner slipped into bed. Chas wrapped his arms around that muscular neck and pressed his body against all those acres of rock-hard muscle, and he felt as if he were exploding into a molten lava pool of desire.

  “I want you, Gunner. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up until I can’t take any more. Stretching me and pounding into me until I come all over myself.”

  “Mmm. I think that can be arranged.” Gunner rolled half on top of him and stared down at him in the flickering light of the television. “Why in the hell did we wait so long to do this?”

  “Somebody had to run away and join the Navy and spend ten years pretending to be straight. I never went anywhere.”

  “God, I’m an idiot.”

  Chas smiled gently up at Gunner. “Yeah. But you’re my idiot.” He plunged his hands into Gunner’s damp, wavy hair and tugged his face down for a long, deep kiss. He felt Gunner’s penis stirring against his thigh, thickening and filling. Excitement vibrated through him.

  “Tonight, will you flip me over and take me from behind?”

  “If you want.”

  “Oh, I want.”

  Gunner smiled tentatively, which amused him to no end. The man had no idea what he was in for.

  “But first, I’d like to show you a few things,” Chas murmured.

  “Oh yeah? Like what?”

  “Roll over on your stomach. It would help if you put some pillows under your hips.”

  Caution and possibly even alarm flashed in Gunner’s eyes.

  “Trust me, Gunner. I won’t do anything you don’t like. You say so and I’ll stop immediately.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Well, I’m going to start by giving you a back rub. You did a lot of sitting today, and for a guy with a back injury, that can’t be comfortable. I’ll bet that means you’ve got a few kinks to work out.”

  “I’m beginning to think you’re the one with the kink,” Gunner mumbled, his face buried in his arms.

  “And you’re complaining about that?” Chas demanded.

  “I retract the statement.”

  “Better.” He opened the bottle of baby oil he’d swiped out of Poppy’s bag this morning and poured some into his hands. Then he smoothed his palms across Gunner’s back and reveled in the groan of pleasure it elicited.

  “Just relax and let me do the work,” Chas murmured. He took his time, avoiding Gunner’s spine, kneading out every knot he found, working his way from top to bottom and side to side until Gunner completely relaxed under his hands. Gently, he pushed Gunner’s thighs apart and worked his way down both legs to Gunner’s feet.

  He worked his way back up to Gunner’s ass and kneaded the heavy glute muscles until they, too, were completely flexible beneath his hands. He picked up the baby oil bottle and dribbled a stream into Gunner’s crack and used his fingers to massage it in.

  Gunner tightened up, but Chas murmured encouragement to relax him as he rubbed the oil all around Gunner’s anus. Gently, he slipped the tip of a finger inside the tight ring of muscle.

  “Easy, babe. I’m not going to fuck you, but I am going to show you where your prostate is and some things that will feel good to do with it.”

  He reached down with his left hand to clasp Gunner’s hard, heavy cock from behind and stroke his oiled fist down its length as he slipped the index finger of his right hand a little deeper into Gunner’s ass. In and out with his finger, up and down with his fist. He stroked Gunner’s body until the man vibrated with pleasure beneath him.

  He shifted his fist to Gunner’s scrotum, rubbing oil into it as he probed more deeply with his finger, hooking it forward to stroke Gunner’s prostate from the inside.

  “Holy shit,” Gunner panted.

  “Like that?”

  “Uhh… huh,” he managed to say.

  Cognizant that the man had no experience at all with this stuff, Chas was gentle in slipping a second finger into Gunner’s ass. The invaded muscles clenched hard around his fingers at first, but he went back to stroking Gunner’s cock until the muscles relaxed. Twisting his fingers around inside Gunner’s body, he continued to stroke Gunner from the inside in time with his pumping fist on the outside.

  Gunner grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it, groaning and swearing in a steady stream now. Triumph surged through Chas. He loved giving Gunner so much pleasure, loved seeing Gunner share his body with him like this, loved the trust Gunner gave him. When the man seemed coiled on the verge of an epic orgasm, Chas leaned over him and murmured in his ear, “What do you want, Gunner? Do you have a fantasy you’d like to make come true?”

  “Sometimes—” Gunner’s voice hitched, and he continued, “Sometimes I dream about you naked. Begging me to fuck you. And I, umm—” Another sharp inhalation of breath. “—I, umm, bend you over. Press your face into the mattress and, umm, take you.”

  “Ahh, sweet Gunner. Why didn’t you tell me ages ago?”

  Chas rolled off Gunner and stood up beside the bed. Gunner rolled onto his back, and his erection stood straight up, throbbing eagerly. In one fast, aggressive move, Gunner came to his feet beside him. Chas held out the bottle of baby oil, and Gunner took it.

  “Bend over,” Gunner told him a little hesitantly.

  Smiling, Chas bent over and placed his elbows on the mattress. Gunner stepped back and stared at him for a long time. Frankly, it was a turn-on to be on display like this for his lover. He knew Gunner was devouring the sight of his lean, fit body and his ass sticking up in the air, begging to be fucked.

  “Spread your legs,” Gunner ordered a little more confidently.

  He complied.

  “Umm.” Gunner hesitated, and Chas waited out what he wanted next. “Spread your cheeks for me.”

  Smiling, Chas rested his forehead on the mattress and reached back to spread his asscheeks. His entire body quivered with excite
ment at being this open and vulnerable to Gunner.

  He never heard Gunner step close to him, and he jumped as a trickle of baby oil splashed on his asshole. Then big, blunt fingers rubbed it around, dipping down lower to oil his taint and rub around his testicles. His own erection jumped hungrily, banging against the edge of the mattress.

  “Turned on, are you?” Gunner murmured, gripping Chas’s dick and treating it to a lovely layer of oil too. He had to give Gunner credit. The man was a fast learner and had paid close attention to Chas’s earlier lesson. But then, so had he. He propped himself on his elbows once more and looked over his shoulder at the magnificent man standing naked and aroused behind him.

  “Fuck me, Gunner. Please. Bend me over and split me wide open. Fuck me until I can’t stand.”

  Gunner groaned under his breath.

  A large hand grasped the back of Chas’s neck and pushed his face down to the mattress strongly enough that he couldn’t have fought back if he’d wanted to, but gently enough not to hurt him in the least.

  He heard the rip of a condom packet, and then another stream of oil hit his ass. “Are you ready for this?” Gunner ground out. The guy was obviously fighting for self-control, which made Chas’s dick jump with anticipation. He was so getting fucked.

  “I’m all yours,” he panted.

  Gunner’s cock touched his asshole. It was big and blunt and hard as steel. It pushed against his entrance, and he took a deep breath while telling his body to relax. Be open. Accept the invasion. It was right on the verge of painful, but the plentiful lubrication did its job. The tip of Gunner’s cock lodged inside the sphincter of his ass.

  “You okay?” Gunner grunted.

  “Yeah. Great,” he panted.

  Gunner pushed in a little farther. “You good?”

  “Hell yeah,” he groaned.

  Gunner gripped his hips in both hands and pulled back as his cock pushed steadily forward. In one smooth, incredible stroke, Gunner seated himself balls-deep in Chas’s ass. And it was so fantastic, Chas wanted to weep for joy.

  His muscles accommodated the invasion quickly, adjusting to Gunner’s size and heft, clenching and unclenching around the very large cock now firmly lodged in his body.

  Gunner withdrew partway and sheathed himself to the hilt again, a little more firmly this time.

  “Yes. Yes,” he chanted.

  Gunner retreated and filled him again. With each stroke, Chas’s entire body quivered a little more, his own erection filled a little tighter, and delirium took over a little more of his mind.

  “Fuck me, Gunner. For the love of God, fuck me.”

  Gunner slammed home hard, and Chas groaned aloud. Gunner’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling rhythmically as he rammed into Chas’s body over and over. Chas hadn’t fully appreciated just how strong Gunner was until all that strength was unleashed on him in the most delicious way. He felt completely safe in Gunner’s hands, but he also had never been fucked with this strength and stamina before. Thank God he stayed fit and strong himself.

  On and on it went. He had a massive orgasm somewhere in the middle of it, and his body recovered and his dick filled and hardened a second time, so sensitized by the first orgasm he literally shouted with pleasure as Gunner slammed into him with abandon.

  At some point he realized his legs had collapsed and that Gunner was pressing him down into the mattress, using him and taking him so completely that he lost the ability to form words. Pleasure tore through him so violently that he wasn’t sure where his body ended and Gunner’s began. He knew only that their joining was so ecstatically incredible, he couldn’t feel anything else. Just that iron cock claiming his body and taking it with such authority, with such possessive ownership, that he was sure he would never be the same again. Gunner owned his body now and forever, and no one else would ever claim it, claim him, like this again.

  An eternity later, when he was so overtaken with pleasure that he couldn’t stand one more iota of it, Gunner stiffened behind him. His whole body arched into Chas’s, and Chas felt the hot gush of Gunner coming deep, deep inside him. With a shout of his own, he came a second time, a hot spurt of pleasure that was more than his overwrought nerves could register. He passed out momentarily, pleasured into a little death unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

  He came back to his body, realizing he was mashed flat on the mattress with Gunner lying on top of him. Never in his entire life had he felt this loved, this protected, this cared for. It was, in a word, perfect.

  Eventually Gunner rolled to one side, keeping a protective, possessive arm and leg thrown over Chas’s body.

  As for Chas, he couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He’d asked to be fucked until he couldn’t stand, and oh baby, had Gunner delivered.

  It took a long time for Chas’s breathing to return to normal. He felt wrung out to the depths of his being, and a stillness he’d never experienced before came over him. Huh. So this was peace. He’d found the one place in the world he wanted to live until the end of his days. It was right here, in Gunner’s arms, completely, irrevocably possessed by Gunner Vance, body, heart, mind, and soul.

  GUNNER LAY beside Chas, listening to his lover’s breath settle into the light, even rhythm of sleep. He reached out and fumbled on the nightstand until he found the remote and turned off the TV. He sincerely hoped there was no one in the room next door, or they’d been treated to a rather noisy porn audio track. Neither he nor Chas had been able to stop themselves from shouting in pleasure. A lot.

  The silence and darkness settled gently around him like the warmth of Chas’s body against his side.

  His mind drifted, caught somewhere between sleep and waking, and it dawned on him that he was happy. It wasn’t a state of being he could remember experiencing too many times in his life. It was nice. More than nice. It was… addictive. He could get used to this.

  Going to work at a day job—minor security work for Spencer and Drago. Coming home at the end of the day to Chas. Taking him to bed, living out more of his fantasies, falling asleep with Chas in his arms….

  Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

  His mind wandered more, and he pictured a neat little house. Nothing fancy. Poppy playing in the backyard. Maybe he would build her a swing. Or a jungle gym to climb on—

  The image startled him to a more conscious state. He could actually see himself raising a family with Chas. Whoa. That was a hard left turn from where he’d ever thought of his life going before.

  Small problem: he had no earthly idea how to get to that life.

  Chapter Fourteen

  CHAS WOKE up slowly, groggy, his eyelids refusing to open all the way. His limbs were heavy, his body half-paralyzed from how deeply asleep he’d been. Where was he, anyway? Motel room. Dark. A large shadow moved across the room, and he jolted fully awake, adrenaline screaming through his limbs.

  He froze, staring, and the shadow turned and spoke. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “G., what are you doing awake? It’s the middle of the freaking night.”

  “Gearing up.”

  “Why?”

  “Ounce of precaution, man.”

  “Are you planning to sleep in all that stuff?” As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that Gunner was wearing a bulky vest, a utility belt, camo pants with pockets full of stuff, and combat boots, and was holding a helmet with elaborate electronic gear mounted to the top.

  Gunner’s smile flashed white in the dark. “I have slept in my tactical gear before. A lot. I was planning to get comfortable in the chair and snooze there so I wouldn’t wake you up.”

  “You can come back to bed if you want.”

  Gunner snorted. “So you like the idea of cuddling with steel porcupines?”

  “Not particularly. But I like snuggling with you.”

  Gunner’s smile was more reluctant this time. “I like snuggling with you too. But duty calls.”

  “I thought you weren’t expecting
trouble tonight.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Let me guess. You’re patrolling and standing guard anyway?” Chas murmured.

  “Bingo.”

  “Should I be fully dressed and have my shoes ready to go too?”

  “Wouldn’t hurt.”

  Chas groaned and rolled out of bed. Sex with Gunner was rather more athletic than he was accustomed to, and he was a little creaky as he dressed. Gunner moved over to stand behind him as he put his shoes on the floor. Big, powerful hands kneaded his shoulder muscles with just enough force to make him groan with pleasure.

  “I’ll give you a full back rub tomorrow,” Gunner murmured.

  “You know how?”

  “Standard SEAL training. We have to keep one another fully operational in the field.”

  “Ooh. SEALs giving each other full-body massages. Kinky,” Chas mumbled.

  Gunner made a sound of disgust that spun Chas around to face him.

  “What?” Chas asked, startled.

  “It’s one of the many reasons I couldn’t come out as gay. We did give each other rubdowns, in addition to sleeping, eating, and bathing together. Some of the guys would have been afraid that I might be attracted to them and that such contact would get sexual.”

  “But if it was your job and they were just your coworkers….” Chas frowned. “It’s not as if being gay would make you attracted to every single male you worked with.”

  Gunner rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t attracted to any of them. They’re hairy, obnoxious macho jerks like me. No, thank you. Honestly, I have no idea what you see in me.”

  Chas laid his palms on Gunner’s stubbled cheeks. “You and me, we have a very long history together. We’ve been friends, confidants, brothers, heck, even enemies. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

  “You spent the past ten years without me in your life,” Gunner muttered.