by BA Tortuga
Oh. Oh, he got another cry, that sweet body gripping him like a fist.
Max lost it, the rhythm just gone as he pounded Morgan, grunting, pushing. He straightened up, needing the leverage, hands on Morgan’s hips, holding Morgan in place for his thrusts.
Morgan just kept moaning, took everything and then more.
Two, maybe three more thrusts and Max was shooting hard, his ears ringing from his own shout and from lack of air.
They ended up lying side by side, his cock sliding from Morgan’s ass, both of them panting, their fingers twined together.
“Oh. Morgan.” The man just blew him away. No doubt about it. “I love you, you know?”
Their hands were brought up to those soft lips. “I know. Fate, yeah? Just brought us together.”
“Yeah. I’m glad you hid behind me.” He grinned, feeling all goofy and light-headed, like he’d been kicked by a mule, but so much better.
Morgan chuckled. “Yes. Meeting you? Way more fun than getting my butt kicked. Way better.”
“No doubt.” He cuddled in, pulling Morgan close. “You just get it bit with me.”
Morgan’s laughter settled deep inside him. “Yeah. Now you’ve marked me. I must be yours.”
“Mine.” The thought scared him as much as it thrilled him, but he’d roll with it. Because hell or high water, he was Morgan’s too. Lock, stock, and barrel.
MORGAN WAS lounging in the huge-ass tub, up to his neck in bubbles, champagne close by.
Fuck, he loved room service.
Max was still sleeping, looking fine and tanned and studly, and Morgan hadn’t had the heart to wake him. So, on the phone, and soon there was champagne and strawberries and bread and soft cheese.
And soon enough there was Max, wandering over, stretching tall, all those muscles rippling. “Hey, sugar. Want me to wash your back?”
“Mmm… yes. Please.” He looked up, one finger trailing up Max’s thigh. “I ordered a snack.”
“Yeah? I could use one.” Dropping down beside the tub, Max leaned in for a kiss, lips and tongue exploring his.
He wrapped one hand around Max’s neck, lips parting.
“Mmm.” The soft sound was fed right into his lips like champagne and berries, sweet and tart and tasty.
Groaning nice and low, Morgan closed his eyes, rubbing Max’s tongue with his own.
The kiss got deeper and deeper until he slid almost beneath the bubbles. Then Max backed off, laughing and finding a sponge. “Lean up.”
“Lean….” He moved, eyes fastened on Max’s lips, that smile.
A soft chuckle sounded, and Max started scrubbing his back, slow and sensual, strokes long and easy.
“Oh. Feels good….” He leaned even farther, gave Max more room to touch.
“Yeah? I like your skin.” Max moved the sponge down to the top of his ass, pushing lightly.
“Mmm….” He reached out, dipped a strawberry in the champagne and held it to Max’s lips.
“Oh.” The sound was pleased, deep. Max bit at the fruit carefully, teeth just brushing his fingers.
God, he could get hard just watching Max eat. “Good?”
“Fuck yes. C’mere.” Max cradled his skull with his not-soapy hand, turning him for a kiss so he could taste.
Oh. Sweet. Tart. Bubbly. Fine. Damn. He reached over and wrapped his wet hands around Max’s waist.
He got a sweet kiss, Max dropping the sponge in the tub and pressing that other hand against his lower back.
Max’s ass was smooth in his hands, and he tugged them together, hoping to pull Max in.
“Oh, sugar, you taste so good.” Water sloshed against the side of the tub as Max half slid in with him, pressing against him.
He got Max all the way in, settling against that warm strength. “Better. I like being wet with you.”
This was not as fun as the waterfall sex, but warmer, cozier.
“I like it too. Shower. Waterfall. We’ll have to try a lake someday. Oooh. Or maybe a boat. I like boats.” Morgan liked the way Max babbled sometimes. He learned more neat shit that way.
“What kinds of boats?” He started licking, nuzzling, Max’s stubble tickling his lips.
“Oh, anything big enough to be seaworthy. I like a nice bass boat too. But deep sea fishing is much more my thing.” Max petted him, nuzzled him, reached for some cheese to feed them both.
“Like sharks?” He took a sip of champagne, fed it to Max.
“Some. All sorts of things. Mainly I just like being out.” They fed each other, kissed, licked. Max kept making these happy noises.
“I’m finding myself fond of it.” He played with Max’s nipples, stroking, plucking.
“Oh. Sugar. That’s good.” The water sloshed again as Max wiggled and moaned a little.
“We should get them pierced. You’d be crazed.”
Max went still, and Morgan wondered if the man was even breathing. But then Max spoke, so he decided yes. “I… sugar. I don’t know. Would you like it?”
Morgan reached up, stroked Max’s face. “Only if you did. The cool part would be you wanting.” He took a kiss. “And you’ll need to decide if they would suck for working.” He kissed his way over to Max’s ear. “There’s nothing wrong with just fantasizing about it, just getting off on the thought, cowboy.”
“Mmm. Yeah. C’mere.” They turned, slid, Max finally righting them and taking a scorching kiss.
He pushed close, just rubbing, hard as a rock. Yeah. Yeah, cowboy.
Max was just as eager, cock hard against his thigh and hip. “Oh, Morgan. Damn.”
“Uh-huh. What are you thinking?”
“I…. I’m thinking about what you… about you watching me.” Oh, the color in Max’s cheeks? Delicious.
He purred, pressed closer, fingers dropping to wrap around Max’s cock. “Watching you what, cowboy? Talk to me.”
“Morgan….” Max could babble about all sorts of things, but in this he looked like he was just gonna explode. “I was thinking about the piercing. You watching.”
“Oh, I’d fucking lose it. Watching the ring go in. Knowing how hot the skin would be….” He could so help that little fantasy out, send Max higher.
Arching into his touch, Max moaned long and low, and that sweet cock jerked in his hand. “Yeah. Oh, just, your eyes. Yours. Love your eyes.”
Oh fuck. He would have fallen in love just for that, and there were a zillion things more. He leaned back, tugging a little harder, meeting Max’s eyes.
Max was just going crazy for him, wiggling, moaning, skin heated.
He leaned in for a kiss, eyes fastened to Max’s. “Don’t close your eyes. Need to see.”
Max’s eyes went wide, and he got a noise, sort of a yes, Max opening for him, letting the kiss get deep and hard.
That mouth. God. He almost chuckled as Max sucked his tongue, searching for the stud and licking. Even in his mouth Max couldn’t leave it alone.
His thumbs dragged over the tip of Max’s cock, pressing in, rubbing.
“Mmm.” Max pushed so hard that they slid again, so fast that he banged his head against the side of the tub.
The kiss broke apart, soft laughter and gasps filling the air. “Dangerous.”
“Yeah. I should… here.” Max moved them again, those muscled arms just bulging, and Max sat him up nice and firm against the back of the tub and crawled on him, straddling him. “Like this.”
“Oh. Oh yeah….” He grinned, nodded. “Acres and acres of skin and it’s all mine.”
“All yours, sugar.” Max reached back, touched his cock. “And this is all mine.”
“Mmm… yours….” He tried to push into the touch, couldn’t.
He got a smile, all dark and kinda dangerous and wanting. It was a good look on Max. “You touch, sugar. I’ll handle this part.” His cock got a good squeeze before Max knelt up a little and reached for some of the fancy lotion by the tub.
He groaned, lips parted, fingers sliding up to tease those dark nip
ples.
Gasping, arching, Max looked at him, eyes fluttering but staying open. He got to watch as Max reached back with slick fingers and fucked himself.
“Sexy…,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around Max’s cock. Sexy and his and here.
“Oh. Yeah.” Max didn’t wait long, just got them both ready and slid down on him, opening right up and taking him in.
His eyes rolled, a low sound torn from him.
One hand braced on the rim of the tub, Max reached with the other to cover his hand on Max’s hard prick. Max rose and fell, settling him so deep.
So strong. Max just…. Wow. Blew his mind.
He bit his bottom lip, fingers squeezing, thighs going hard.
“Morgan. Love. Damn, I… please.” Hard lines were etched in Max’s face, every muscle in that body strained.
“Uh-huh. Show me. I have you. Show me.” He pulled harder, faster, all but demanding Max’s orgasm.
“Fuck!” Hot come spilled over their joined hands, Max jerking and shaking on top of him.
His toes curled, rocking, ass sliding as he went over the edge.
Max watched him the whole time, one hand coming up to cup his chin, eyes on his.
It set a fire deep inside him, something undeniable, something…. Max.
“Love….”
“Mmm. Yeah. Love.” Max kissed him, slow and thorough, claiming him.
Yeah.
Love.
Morgan slid his fingers over Max’s scalp.
His love.
Chapter Six
MACHU PICCHU had been fucking amazing. Max had seen it before, but he’d never been so awed by it as he was seeing it through Morgan’s eyes. They’d gotten up in the morning and gone right out into a cloud, walking to the ruins and spending the day wandering, soaking up the history and the vibes, and yeah, making love. Morgan rocked his world.
It was probably three days later when they surfaced on the train somewhere outside of Rio, both of them snapping awake just before they pulled into the station. They’d laughed about that, because they’d curled together like puppies on a porch, and Morgan told him he was “cute” when he said shit like that.
Cute.
Lord, Lord.
Morgan’s house was looking mighty fine by the time they got their bags, and Max was looking forward to more wet fun in the bathroom and not wet but slippery fun in bed before he broached the idea of touring through Morocco, maybe Algiers, then on to Seville.
They headed up to St. Therese, Morgan laughing and close, dark eyes dancing. The streets were full of partiers, tourists, people hawking things. They ended up with a bag of almonds and some grapes by the time they got to the house, Morgan reaching out the car window to buy the snacks.
Max grinned over. “Hedonist.”
“Who? Me? No….” Morgan grinned, snuggled close. “We have massage oil at the house….”
“Oh.” Oh, he could go for that, them oiling up and feeling each other all…. Max frowned as he pulled up to the house. Something was off. Maybe the housekeeper was there, because the curtains at the side window were open, and he kinda thought they hadn’t left them that way.
Morgan looked at him and went still, looked around a little. “Everything okay? You see something?” Morgan asked.
“Well….” Who knew? Maybe Morgan would know if… what was her name? Maria? “Would the maid come while we were gone?”
“No. No, I told her I’d call.” Morgan frowned, looked around. “We could go to a hotel….”
“Why? Let me just go on in and have a look-see.” He threw the car into Park. “I’m sure it’s just me, but in Brazil I’m always careful.”
“I’ll come with you.” Morgan grabbed the almonds, the grapes.
“Okay, but hang back, all right?” Not that he thought Morgan was less than useful, but he wanted Morgan to be safe. And out of the way if something happened. He got out of the car and padded to the door, then took the key from Morgan, opened it carefully, and stood back a full minute before going in.
Morgan followed behind, too close for his comfort. He heard Morgan sniff, and then a hand took his wrist, tugging him close. “Frank’s been here. I can smell his cigar.”
“Frank?” That rang a bell, but Max was hell with names. “Who’s Frank?” He put an arm around Morgan, feeling the stiffness in his body.
“My father’s head of security. The one who’s in charge of keeping me out of trouble.”
“Oh.” Well. Damn. He didn’t know what to make of that. Morgan didn’t talk much about his daddy, but the man had put him in the hospital once. And Morgan sure had run from them in England. “You want to wait in the car?”
“No. They’ll just watch, listen. They know I know they’re here.” Morgan looked around, then overturned a lampshade and pulled a tiny camera from inside. “Hello, Frank. I’m fine, thanks. Tell Father I said hello.”
That made Max’s teeth itch. He didn’t like having an audience that wasn’t Morgan. “Come on, sugar. Let’s go get the groceries out of the car.”
Morgan nodded, stopping to pop in his contacts, hide those pretty eyes. “Almonds and grapes.”
“Yes.” He figured the tiny camera couldn’t show that Morgan had left them on the table by the door. He wanted back in the street, where maybe they could talk. Bugs and cameras? The whole idea was creeping him out.
Morgan followed him out, walking to the car, head down. “If you want to just go, I understand. I won’t be mad. I’ll find you again.”
Oh, that made him fighting mad, seeing his bright, laughing man turned sober, scared, those fucking amazing eyes covered up. He reached out, tilting Morgan’s chin up. “Sugar, I’m not going anywhere without you.”
Fake, false blue eyes searched his, and then he got a smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. That’s why I hauled your ass out here. Let’s go. We’ll get our shit, hit the road.” Hell, yes. He’d do a lot for that smile.
“Okay. Yeah. I can so do that.” That smile spread, fingers stroking his belly.
“Good. We’ll talk about it when I’m sure your daddy can’t hear us.” Something loosened in his chest, even if those eyes made his fingers flex, wanting to reach up and… well, taking someone else’s contacts out was about as easy as finding the proverbial needle in the haystack. But still.
“Okay. Should we go pack, get our almonds?”
“Yeah. We should.” Looking around casually, Max waited a beat to see if anything moved, then bent and gave Morgan a quick kiss. “C’mon.”
“Right behind you. Beside you. With you. Whatever.” Morgan laughed, nodded. “You being the important word in the sentence.”
His cheeks heated. Damn. “Same here, sugar. I could leave it all and not worry.”
Well, except those grapes? Looked damned good.
“We’d need periodic lube and bubble bath.” Morgan winked.
“Hell yes. I was thinking… well, where we’re going. We might look into jewelry or ink.” As he walked into the house, it was hard to keep from saying stuff he wanted to say.
“Yeah? That would work. I like to… look.” Morgan almost bounced. Almost.
“I never would have guessed.” He laughed, heading to the bathroom to do his business and get his extra shaving kit.
Morgan worked fast, clothes and toys and books in bags and suitcases, grapes washed and put in a bowl.
Max wandered over and tried a grape. Oh. Yum.
Morgan smiled over, hip bumping his. “We could take them with us. I like that bowl.”
“Yeah. We should. Let’s.” Oh. They could take a boat. He’d bet Morgan’s daddy would never expect that. Something nice. He bumped hips back.
“We’ll have to come back during carnival. Dress up.” Morgan grinned, winked.
“Or we could carnival in Venice. Colder, but man, they do it up right.” Max smiled, remembering a young, velvet-eyed Italian man that had made his day.
“Mmm… and the Italian boys are so pretty….”
Morgan grinned. “I do. Of course, I’m going to have to know all about how you know now….”
“Yeah.” They’d have time on the boat. Lots of time. With a bed. And he could… talk. Man, it was hard to talk about stuff like that sometimes, but Morgan liked it so much, and it made him hot.
“Are you ready? Can we?” Morgan motioned toward the door. “They’ll come, want to tell you to leave.”
“Yes. Let’s get the hell out of Dodge.” He had all he needed. Max grabbed the grapes. Those? They would feed to each other.
Morgan squeezed his hand, nodded. “Yeah. Time to fly.”
“Let’s go.” No way was he leaving Morgan. No way. They’d go together or not at all. And Max had a feeling he could stay one step ahead of daddy.
At least for a while.
OKAY. SO. Boats? Even great big boats?
Moved.
A lot.
Like, a lot a lot, and his stomach?
Seriously, deeply, painfully unhappy.
As in moving out and leaving him behind permanently unhappy.
Of course, at this point? He could agree to that.
“Hey, sugar. I found that motion-sickness stuff.” Max looked so guilty, coming in where he was stretched out on the bunk, sitting next to him and putting a hand on his forehead.
“Hey.” He nuzzled into the touch, finding a smile. “It’s better than it was. I’m getting my… still slightly pukey sea legs.”
“Yeah. It does get better, sugar. I’m sorry. I never thought.” Max gave one of those gorgeous smiles, and a light kiss on the cheek.
“Mmm….” Okay, so that smile? Was worth it. Completely worth it. “Come tell me about where we are?”
“In the ocean?” Max slid into bed next to him, curling one arm around him. “I’m not sure exactly. I was looking for wonder pills.”
He chuckled, taking said wonder pills before cuddling in. “Really? Like if we look outside there’s no ground?”
Weird.
Cool, but weird.
“Yeah. Like that. You should look. When you’re feeling better.”