Down and Dirty

by Gale Stanley

  A few more minutes and Quinn tabled the discussion. “I think we accomplished a lot tonight. Let’s get together again tomorrow.”

  “Good idea,” Becca said. “I’m tired. Night all.”

  Ash slapped Luke on the back. “All this talk made me thirsty. Let’s walk Sam back to the club and grab a beer.”

  Before Sam could protest, Ash was urging him and Luke out the door.

  Persistent little shit. Sam didn’t want company, but he felt forced. He didn’t want any more bad blood between him and Luke. Somehow, he would befriend Luke without revealing his true feelings. Not an easy thing to do when his balls kept throbbing between his legs. It was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Four

  Ash sat on the floor between Sam and Luke. He downed his fourth beer and looked from one man to the other. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m horny as fuck. Anybody interested in buddy bating?”

  Inside, Luke cringed. Damn Ash. He had a big libido and a bigger mouth, and when he drank, he’d say or do anything. Luke tried to deflect the conversation. “Sam must be tired. Why don’t we leave and let him get some sleep?”

  “Sam’s a big boy. He can speak for himself.” Ash chuckled. “I know you’re a bator, Luke. What about you, Sam?”

  “If you’re talking about self-gratification, that would be a yes, but you’ll have to enlighten me about buddy bating.”

  Luke felt his face heat. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him where he sat.

  “It’s pretty much what it sounds like. Masturbating with a buddy,” Ash said. “Without touching, of course.”

  “Of course,” Sam muttered.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can this get any worse?

  “Luke and I like jacking off together. Watching him stroke that big dick makes me really hot. It doesn’t mean we’re gay,” Ash added quickly.

  Evidently, things could get worse, much worse. Luke tried to catch his friend’s eye and warn him to shut the fuck up, but Ash just kept talking.

  “We like to get off. Nothing to be ashamed of. We just do what bros do. It’s a bonding thing. It strengthens our friendship.” Ash looked at Sam. “It’ll make you one of the boys. Clear out any bad blood between you and Luke.”

  “I’m more of a loner myself, but well, whatever turns you on.”

  Ash grinned. “When in doubt, whip it out.” He released his prick and started pumping.

  Luke started to get up. “This is crazy.” He looked to Sam for help, but the dark shifter had pulled out his dick and was watching Ash.

  Ash’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, Sam, I think your dick is bigger than Luke’s.”

  Luke clenched his teeth. No wonder Ash was impressed. The little shit had the smallest prick in the room, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. He was really getting into it, pumping into his fist and moaning. He looked over at Luke. “What are you waiting for? Need some help?”

  Despite his reluctance, Luke felt himself unraveling, a slave to his hormones, like a sow in heat. Hard as steel, his dick had already made up its mind to participate. Growling, Luke unzipped and pulled it out.

  * * * *

  Sam couldn’t help comparing as he watched Ash stroke his cock. Ash might be big by human standards, but he didn’t measure up here. Sam switched his focus to Luke. He had a beauty, almost as big as Sam’s.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh my God!”

  Sam and Luke both turned to watch Ash.

  “Argh…” Ash’s hand was a blur as he pumped his cock. Suddenly his face scrunched up. “Kaboom!” He shot a geyser toward the ceiling. When it finally stopped, Ash looked dazed. “That’s a wrap,” he said and fell over onto the floorboards. It didn’t take ten seconds for him to start snoring.

  Luke and Sam looked at each other and busted out laughing. When the laughter ended, there was an awkward silence.

  Still hard, Sam wanted to come. “I think he’s out for the count. Whatta ya say we let him sleep it off and finish this in the backroom?”

  Luke hesitated for a few seconds. “Sure, let’s do it.”

  The dimly lit backroom was used mainly for storage. There was a cot and an attached bathroom. Sam shut the door and started taking his clothes off. “I don’t want to mess my jeans,” he explained. “Did you see what your buddy did to himself?”

  “Right.” Luke began to unbutton his shirt. Then he stopped and stared at Sam.

  Sam’s devilishly handsome features shifted into a knowing grin as he caught Luke staring. “Something wrong?”

  “Ah, no. You have a good body. Do you work out?”

  “Construction. And I run a lot.”

  “It pays off.” Luke finished undressing with shaky hands and tossed his clothes aside.

  Sam did a bit of staring, too. Luke looked good naked, lean and muscular, with golden blond hair in all the right places. “You look pretty good, yourself.”

  “Logging. And I run when I have time.”

  Sam nodded. “Floor or cot?”

  * * * *

  What’s going on? Luke felt off-balance. He leaned against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.

  “Floor it is.” The man of Luke’s dreams sat next to him.

  It was bizarre, but Sam’s body was as familiar to Luke as his own. And there was no mistaking the tattoo. Ursus ater. Luke’s dreams had always seemed so real. Could they have been a window into reality? Is Sam really my soul mate? Or is my subconscious playing games with me? Am I dreaming now? Suddenly, Luke was questioning his sanity.

  Sam fisted his big uncut cock. It was perfect, but Luke couldn’t take his eyes off the tattoo above it.

  Sam caught him staring. “Black bear. It’s black bear in Latin.’

  A throbbing started between Luke’s legs, and a shiver of excitement ran up his spine. In that moment, Luke felt assured that this surreal situation was really happening. “I know. I looked it up once.”

  Sam raised a brow and stroked his cock. “A Latin scholar. I’m impressed.”

  Luke tore his gaze from the tattoo and licked his lips. Watching the foreskin slide up and down Sam’s prick as he jerked off was a turn-on. The folds of skin would cover his swollen cock head, but when Sam pulled them back to expose the head, his cock looked cut like Luke’s.

  “Did you ever see uncut meat before?”

  “I, uh…not really.”

  “Touch it if you want.” Sam grinned. “Go on, it won’t bite.”

  Timidly, Luke reached for Sam’s cock and gently manipulated the foreskin. Already the small room smelled like sex, and electricity sizzled in the air. Luke could tell from the glazed look in Sam’s eyes that he was aroused. It made Luke want to do more.

  Luke held the foreskin all the way back with one hand. Beads of precum leaked from the slit. With his other hand, Luke smeared the precum around the head of Sam’s cock.

  Sam groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

  Luke immediately released Sam’s dick.

  “No, no, no. Don’t stop now.” Sam moaned. “That felt too good. Fuck that no touching bullshit.”

  Luke hesitated. He felt uncomfortable. This was getting into taboo territory.

  “Damn. Will you let me try something else? You’ll like it, and you don’t have to touch me.”

  Tempted by the forbidden, Luke couldn’t resist. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Sam stood and reached out a hand to help Luke up. He positioned Luke against the wall with his arms up like he was getting frisked. Then he reached down and fisted both cocks in his big warm hands. Luke’s legs went weak. He leaned against the wall and bit his lip. Sam positioned their cocks head to head and stretched his baggy foreskin over Luke’s dick. Now they were anchored together, and the delicious eroticism had Luke moaning.

  “See, I told you you’d like this.”

  Sam started a rhythmic stroking that hit every nerve in Luke’s body. The dark shifter knew exactly how to play him. Overcome with lust, Luke encouraged Sam to pump harder and faster.

 
Sam rocked his hips and obliged. “Does this feel good?”

  “God yes,” Luke hissed.

  “Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you want.”

  Luke was hanging on the edge of an orgasm. His voice was deep and hoarse. “I want to fucking come. Shoot with me, Sam.”

  A deep, animal growl rumbled up from Sam’s chest. “Luke,” he moaned, as he exploded.

  Luke’s toes curled when he heard his name from Sam’s mouth. “Ahh…here I come.”

  Instinctively, Luke dropped his arms round Sam’s neck and had the most mind-blowing climax ever. Sam held their cocks as their orgasms played out.

  When Luke’s post-orgasmic bliss faded, he felt embarrassed standing there with his dick in a man’s hands. Sam must have read his mind because he released him.

  A loud shout from the other room saved them from having to say anything.

  “Hey, where is everybody?”

  “In the head, Ash,” Sam yelled. His mouth creased in a conspiratorial grin, as he threw his clothes on. “No worries, Luke. You get yourself together while I handle Ash.” Sam shut the door behind him.

  While Luke dressed, he heard Sam telling Ash that Luke had felt sick and puked up his guts. Luke mussed up his hair and walked out with his head down. Evidently he was a good actor because Ash shook his head in disgust.

  “I’ll make sure he gets home,” Ash told Sam.

  Luke slurred his words. “You’re a good buddy.” He winked at Sam when Ash turned his back.

  Chapter Five

  Luke stopped chopping and wiped sweat from his brow. He caught a glimpse of Quinn and Noah talking under a tree. Watching Quinn Hart play house with another man was something Luke thought he’d never see, but, just days after rescuing Noah and bringing him home, they’d both come out of the closet and set up housekeeping. Their relationship raised a bunch of questions in Luke’s mind. Did they always know they were gay? How did they know they were truly soul mates? If only he could ask them, but Luke was too embarrassed.

  Luke saw Quinn brush his lips over Noah’s before they parted. Despite being happy for them, Luke felt a pang of jealousy. He wanted that kind of love for himself.

  Luke had known Noah forever. Even before Noah’s real parents died, he’d been a part of Luke’s family, yet Luke never suspected Noah was gay. Of course, Noah had always been closer to Becca, and if she knew any of Noah’s secrets, she’d never shared them with Luke. As a kid, Luke never worried much about his sexuality, because he was nowhere close to being physically intimate with anyone. Not that he wasn’t horny, but there weren’t many prospects in the tiny town of Sanctuary. Besides, his bear never focused on anyone.

  Ally had been the first girl to show interest in him, and Luke was so thrilled to finally have a girlfriend that he convinced himself he loved her. Thank goodness he’d dodged that bullet.

  But what did the future hold in store for him? Last night had been a wakeup call. Luke had never before felt as aroused as he did with Sam. They shared an intense chemistry unlike anything he’d ever felt with Ally. Now he wrestled with the idea he might be gay.

  Tonight the security committee was meeting at Quinn’s house, and Luke was afraid to see Sam again. But he could hardly back out of the meeting. One thing was clear. He would not go back to the club for a beer, and he would not be caught alone with Sam.

  * * * *

  Sam spent the day walking around Sanctuary and getting the lay of land. He tried to concentrate on security measures and guard duty, but his mind kept straying to Luke. He couldn’t forget how Luke had looked at him when he came. Hell, no one had ever looked at Sam like that—like he wanted to eat him from the inside out. Sam’s prick went hard at the thought of it. Next time he wanted to look into those beautiful blue eyes while Luke’s lips were wrapped around his cock. Shit, and that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. Luke was only bro-bating, or whatever they called it. Sam wasn’t about to risk his emotions on a dude who had a case of blue balls.

  Sam vowed to keep his mind on business. He forced himself to focus, making notes and thinking about what he would say at the meeting. The rest of the day passed slowly. Sam did not intend to wank off with anybody tonight, but he still showered and dressed carefully.

  On the way to Quinn’s house, Sam reminded himself there’d be no beer party tonight, no jacking off, and under no circumstances would he be caught alone with Luke.

  Sam was the last to arrive at Quinn’s house. Noah pointed out an empty chair in the living room and handed him a glass of sweet tea with honey. Sam sipped from his glass and looked around. He caught Luke staring at him. Their gazes locked, and Sam gulped, almost choking on his tea. Damn, is he eye-fucking the shit outta me?

  “So how was today’s walk around?”

  Sam realized that Quinn was talking to him, and he quickly gathered his thoughts. He offered his opinion on the best spots to set up patrols, and the others started arguing about it. Sam tried to follow the discussion, but his gaze kept veering to Luke. And every time it did, Luke was staring back at him. Damn that blond fucker. He’s driving me crazy.

  * * * *

  Luke couldn’t concentrate. The voices around him sounded like a swarm of bees buzzing in his head. When he looked up, his eyes locked with Sam’s—again. It felt like Sam’s gaze hadn’t strayed from Luke since the latecomer arrived. It was a hungry gaze, like a starving bear eyeing Goldilocks.

  Luke tried to look away, but something drew him back every time. Even though Sam was the wrong gender, the magnetic attraction between them was undeniable. The sexual energy flooding his body made his head spin. Luke wanted to fuck, needed to fuck. But, even more, Luke wanted to get inside Sam’s head, to really know him. If Sam were a woman, Luke wouldn’t hesitate to make a move on him. But Sam was a man. Unfortunately, Luke’s bear didn’t give a shit. Luke could feel the feral beast inside him aching for unbridled sex with the black bear.

  Every time Luke looked Sam’s way, he undressed him with his eyes. Nudity was no big deal for a bear shifter. At the logging camp, they peeled their clothes as easily as humans peeled bananas. But even in their world, some bodies were more impressive than others. Sam’s nude body was a real work of art. His larger-than-life masculinity was hard to ignore. At 6’4” he was taller than Luke by two inches. He had long muscular legs and just enough dark hair on his body. Luke’s mind spun off to an erotic never-never land.

  The talk went on. And on. And on. Meanwhile Luke fantasied about the tricks he could do with Sam’s perfect uncut cock…

  “Good job,” Quinn said loudly. “I think we accomplished a lot. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to the men on our list of possible patrol guards and start setting up a schedule.”

  Luke looked up in surprise as Quinn called a halt to the discussion. Once again he’d zoned out and lost touch with the outside world. If only his real life was as good as his fantasies.

  Everyone began saying their good nights. A repeat of last night didn’t seem to be on anyone’s mind. Good. Luke knew he’d be in big trouble if he and Sam were left to their own devices. “Good night.” Luke waved and headed for the door.

  Just as Luke’s hand touched the knob, Quinn called him back for a quick word. Noah and Sam were with him.

  Fuck, I almost made it out. Luke joined the three men. He raised a questioning brow at Quinn.

  “I need a favor, Luke. Sam did a great job surveying Sanctuary today, but I’d like to know how vulnerable we are at the logging camp outside the town proper. Can you take Sam out there and pick his brain? Preferably tonight when there’s no one working.” Quinn turned to Sam. “Logging is a dangerous job. I try to avoid distractions whenever possible.”

  Luke wanted to refuse, but he had no ready excuse. “Yeah, sure.” He looked over at Sam. The other shifter’s eyes narrowed, and a tiny twitch developed in his left eye. He’s just as nervous as I am.

  * * * *

  The logging camp occupied an area in close proximity to the tiny town of Sanctuary. The men usu
ally walked between the two. Sam was agreeable. He said he wanted to get a good idea of the terrain.

  Despite the full moon, the woods were cloaked in shadow. Luke cautioned Sam to tread carefully as they worked their way along the narrow road leading to the logging camp.

  “Don’t worry about me. The outdoors is where I’m most comfortable.”

  “I get it,” Luke said. “Being surrounded by nature makes me feel energized and alive. Guess that’s why I enjoy logging.”

  “I feel the same way about construction. It keeps me outdoors most of the time, and I’m a volunteer firefighter.”

  “Sounds dangerous. How’d you get into that?”

  “Our settlement is small and we all pitch in so we can live off the grid. But three years ago a forest fire almost destroyed us. Thank God for all the volunteers who helped put it out. I gained a new respect for firefighters. Decided to take the training myself. The rest is history.”

  Luke was gaining a new respect for Sam. The more he learned about the man, the more he liked him, and the more he wanted to know, especially about his personal life. He hoped Sam wouldn’t think he was prying. “Do you have family in Idaho?”

  “No. I’m not as lucky as you. I was an only child, and my parents are dead.”

  “So, you live alone?”

  “Yeah. It’s not so bad.”

  “Don’t you get lonely?”

  “No. In fact, I like it. Bears aren’t social animals. It’s the human side that craves company. Guess my human side is an introvert. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy being around people. I do, but at the end of the day, I need time to myself.”

  “So you’re a confirmed bachelor?”

  Sam laughed. “No way. I hope to have a mate one day, if I can find someone who will put up with me. And I’d like to raise a few cubs if it’s in the cards, but for now it’s just me.”

  “So you’re not gay?”

  “It’s complicated.” Sam paused for a moment as if weighing his words. “I’m bisexual.”

  Surprised, Luke asked, “What does that mean?”