Severe Side Winds Ahead

by Kendel Duncan

  He nodded his head, “I’d like that,” he somehow managed to say, his voice raspy and betraying his emotions.

  He waited for Blake to join him then slid their fingers together as they walked down the hall.

  Neither of them spoke – hadn’t for a while.

  This moment just felt too big for words.

  When they stepped into his huge bathroom they both began undressing in silence, well, not exactly silence because their eyes were saying….everything.

  The clothes softly fell to the floor and it wasn’t until they were both standing there completely naked that they finally let their eyes peruse the others body. And when their eyes made the return trip up and locked together, there was so much heat in them it felt like a tangible object in the room.

  Tiny appeared to be frozen in place as he stared at Blake and Blake knew it was because the man was afraid of hurting him and of pushing him too far. But he was beyond being afraid anymore. He wanted the man standing in front of him with a hunger so strong he actually thought it might consume him.

  So, he took the first step. He walked past Tiny and stepped into the huge shower, pressing the buttons to turn on the spray. Then he turned around, locked his eyes with Tiny and slid his hand slowly down his stomach until he reached his dick, where he gripped it tightly and gave it a few tugs.

  “Blake,” Tiny whispered, more like growled, from his spot, his leg muscles twitching like they were trying to get his feet to move.

  “No Tiny. I don’t want sweet, I don’t want slow, I don’t want gentle and I don’t want to wait anymore. What I do want is you.”

  “What changed?” Tiny whispered, his voice rasping out like he barely had any control over any part of his body.

  “Nothing changed, not really. I just realized on the drive over here that I’ve been living my life in fear forever – fear of being outed at work, fear of making waves at my job, fear of, shit, fear of just being me. I decided I didn’t want to live in fear anymore, I just want to live.”

  Tiny took a step forward, “Blake, somehow you’ve managed to turn this all around.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Another step, “I mean, I’m the one who’s scared now.”

  Blake’s hand stilled on his cock and he looked at Tiny, “Why?”

  “Because I’ve never been anyone’s first before, hell, I’ve never been anyone’s anything before. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

  “Maynard?”

  Tiny’s heart beat faster hearing his actual name falling from Blake’s mouth.

  “Yeah?”

  “The only way you’ll fuck this up is if you walk away from me. Are you going to walk away?”

  “Not in a million years.”

  “Then come here and love me the way you want to.”

  Like an invisible tether had broken free, Tiny stumbled forward and into Blake’s arms, crashing their mouths together as he pushed him back to the shower wall.

  He wrapped his hand around Blake’s cock and gave it a few strokes and the man groaned into Tiny’s mouth as his entire body shivered – and that sound was something Tiny wanted to hear every day for the rest of his life.

  Reluctantly he pulled his mouth away from Blake’s, loving the way the man’s lips tried to follow before he blinked his eyes open and frowned.

  “We will have amazing sex in this shower, a lot of it. But not today,” Tiny said as he took another step back. He needed to put a little distance between the two of them or they would be having sex in the shower – and that was not happening for Blake’s first time.

  He grabbed the shower gel and quickly lathered his body then he handed it to Blake as he stepped under the water to rinse.

  After rinsing the soap from his eyes, he realized that Blake was just standing there holding the bottle of shower gel. “Something wrong?” he said.

  “Did you, um, do you want me to shave or anything?”

  Tiny glanced down at his own body, at the dark hair covering his chest, the narrow line of it running down the middle of his stomach, and his thick but neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair around his dick. “Do I look like a man who’s concerned with manscaping?”

  A smile lifted one corner of Blake’s mouth, “Not exactly but I wasn’t sure how you felt about your partners.”

  Tiny stepped up to Blake. He moved his hand around to his lower back and pulled him in close until their dicks were pressed together, “I want you, Agent Blake Thornton, all of you, and that includes every sexy hair on your body. Finish up, I’ll meet you in the bed,” he said then he pulled Blake’s lower lip between his teeth and gave his ass a good slap before he pressed a quick kiss to his mouth and stepped out.

  He quickly dried off and dropped his towel in the hamper then he stepped out into his bedroom and walked over to his nightstand. His hands were shaking as he reached to pull open the drawer so he paused and took a few deep breaths. Blake needed someone confident and secure to lead him through his first time, he deserved that.

  He grabbed the lube and a strip of condoms and laid them on the bed next to his pillow then he sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he waited.

  And even though he was trying to be calm, he couldn’t help the sharp inhale he made when a nude Blake Thornton stepped into his room.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he held out his hand, “Come here.”

  Blake walked over to the side of the bed next to where Tiny was sitting. He reached up and gently rubbed Blake’s arm, “Are you sure you’re ready, babe? Cause I’d be more than happy to just hold you in my arms all night.”

  “I’m ready, Tiny, I’m so fucking ready.”

  Tiny gripped his wrist, “Come here.”

  Blake’s eyes went wide, “On your lap?”

  “Babe, I want to kiss you. There’s no way I’m going to stick my dick in you without tons of preparation.”

  Blake blushed, “Okay.”

  He knelt beside Tiny and swung one leg over his hips. Tiny made sure Blake’s ass was in front of his hard dick, nestling it against his crack – and oh, that was such sweet torture.

  “I like your dick there,” Blake said as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Tiny’s mouth.

  God help him…..Tiny wasn’t sure if he was going to make it through this alive…..

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  “Hey, man, how’s it going?” Connor said when he answered Justice’s call.

  “It’s going,” he said as he glanced down the hall to where Garrett was waiting for him. “Can I get you and Cain to do me a big favor?”

  “Sure. What do you need?”

  “I’m up here with a rental car. Can you two go to my storage unit to pick up my car, bring it to me and then return the rental for me?”

  “Um, sure, yeah we can do that.”

  “Thanks. I’ll text you the address and the codes for getting into the complex and into my unit. The keys for her are hanging on the wall to the right of the door. She’s gassed and ready to go.”

  “Okay. We should be able to head out of here in about an hour, okay? You need anything else?”

  “Um, some meat would be nice. We’ve got canned foods but that’s about it.”

  “Got it. We’ll stop by the butcher shop on our way. See you in a few hours.”

  “Okay. Thanks Connor.”

  “No problem. Get him better, yeah? And the feds really want to talk to him soon.”

  “Yeah, I’ll set up a Skype call soon.”

  “Sounds good. Talk later,” Connor said then he hung up the phone.

  Justice grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and made his way back down the hall. He stepped into the open doorway. “Hey,” he said when Garrett looked over at him.

  “Hey.”

  “I brought this for you,” he said as he stepped inside, “How are you doing?”

  “I’m okay. But I’d really like to get cleaned up. Do you think you could help me?”

  “Um, sure. You w
ant me to run you a bath?”

  Garrett nodded, “That would be nice, thanks.”

  Justice nodded and walked into his bathroom. This and the kitchen were the two rooms he had splurged on when he built this place. The bathroom had an oversized whirlpool tub tucked into the corner and a huge walk in shower to the right of that. A wide granite counter top with two copper sinks and toilet finished out the room. But it was the huge windows looking out to the forest beyond the tub and shower that finished the calm and beauty in it. Justice wasn’t a bath guy normally but he could sit in this tub and gaze out those windows forever.

  He got the water running at the right temperature – just lukewarm because of Garrett’s burns - and walked back into his bedroom to find Garrett sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down and eyes closed.

  “Hey, are you okay? Did you hurt something?” he whispered as he walked closer.

  “No, well yes. I mean everything hurts on me but that’s not why I’m…..I just hate feeling so helpless. I’m normally a tough guy. I live alone, I take care of myself but now? Now I can barely move to sit up, let alone take a piss or bathe myself.”

  “Oh shit, do you need to pee?”

  Garrett nodded.

  “You should’ve said something. Here, I’ll get you into the bathroom,” Justice said as he stepped next to Garrett.

  Garrett slid one arm around Justice’s neck and then he was gently scooped into his arms. When Garrett winced from the pain in his ribs, Justice began apologizing over and over for hurting him.

  “I’m so sorry. Should I move my arms or something?” he said.

  Garrett shook his head, “No, I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Justice took the few steps into the bathroom, “You want to sit or try standing?”

  “I was going to say sit but then you’d have to pick me back up again, so stand?”

  “Okay but no weight on that ankle, remember?”

  Garrett nodded and Justice slowly released his legs, keeping one arm firmly around Garrett’s waist to hold him up. He reached with his other hand to lift the toilet seat then tried his damndest not to look at Garrett’s mouthwatering thick cock hanging between his thighs.

  “I don’t know if I can,” Garrett started to say but then a thick stream of urine began flowing from his dick and he mumbled, “Well, I guess I can.”

  When he was finished emptying his bladder, he shook his dick a few times, letting Justice know he was done and then he flushed the toilet.

  “You want me to lift you into the tub or help you climb in?”

  “Let’s try having me just climb in.”

  After Justice removed Garrett’s boot, they both turned and Justice used the arm around Garrett’s waist to handle most of the man’s weight. He lifted him enough so that Garrett could put his good leg into the tub first then he helped him balance as Garrett slowly lowered down into the water.

  He ran the water over his body a bit and then tried to lean back but hissed and winced as pain shot through his broken ribs. He shifted his ass and hips a little and then tried again but this time he whimpered from the pain. After the man’s third attempt, Justice stepped away from the tub, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind screaming at him that this was his dumbest idea ever and he began to strip off his clothes.

  Garrett’s huge eyes stared up at him, “Wha-what are you doing?”

  “Giving you a cushion. And I’ll help wash your hair,” he said as he lowered his pants to the floor, stepping out of them and setting them to the side along with his shirt. When he stood back up he didn’t miss the way Garrett’s eyes darted to his cock – his eight-inch-long cock with the thick bulbous head that had a silver ring pierced through the tip – or the way the man’s tongue darted out from his lips as he stared.

  Fucking hell this man was going to kill him.

  He slowly stepped into the tub and maneuvered his body behind Garrett’s then slid down to his ass and leaned back. “Try leaning against me,” he whispered.

  Garrett did and then the man sighed, literally sighed, with relief.

  “Good?” he said.

  “Perfect,” Garrett mumbled.

  Justice grabbed a wash cloth, got it wet and squeezed the water over Garrett’s partially submerged body. He worked his way up until he was squeezing it over his head – and since the man had his head tipped back and his eyes closed – Justice was able to study the man’s face without him noticing – and hell if this man wasn’t the most beautiful creature that Justice had ever laid eyes upon.

  His fingers gently cupped Garrett’s chin and then, as if the man could sense Justice’s eyes on him, Garrett’s eyes, both the swollen one and the stunning green one, locked with Justice’s. He had to force himself not to groan and look away…..or lean down and kiss the man’s full, pink lips.

  Justice blinked his eyes – he had to – he had to do something to break that connection before he did something stupid. “I, I’m going to wash your hair now, okay? I promise I’ll be gentle.”

  “I know you will, Justice. I trust you.”

  Justice’s eyes went wide with surprise, “I, I…..why? You barely know me.”

  “Because you have a good heart. I felt that the moment you burst into that room and rescued me.”

  Nobody had ever said that they trusted Justice Thyme – not like this. On the battle field, yeah, he knew there were people out there who trusted him to have their backs. But here? In an intimate, tender setting? No. He’d never had that. But maybe that’s because he never allowed anyone to get close enough to say it or feel it. Until now.

  Now he felt all sorts of vulnerable and open around this man in his arms – but for some odd reason that didn’t scare him as much as he thought it would.

  He squeezed a dollop of his lemongrass shower gel onto Garrett’s head. Then he began massaging it into the man’s scalp.

  “Oh ffffuuuuucccckkk,” the man groaned and instantly a picture of Garrett groaning that out as he came apart beneath Justice slammed into Justice’s head and he had to bite back his own groan.

  And then his cock began to grow. Rapidly.

  He went from soft to rock hard in the blink of an eye.

  To make matters even worse, if that was possible, Garrett wiggled his hips, probably because there was a thick hard shaft against his lower back.

  Justice reached down to still the man, “Sorry,” he mumbled, “can’t help that. Why don’t you scoot forward a bit so I can rinse this out, okay?”

  Garrett, eyes closed to keep the soap from them, nodded and scooted his ass forward. Then, as Justice began rinsing his hair using the wash cloth, Garrett mumbled, “You could probably use that thing to prop me up in the water,” with a smirk on his face.

  “Are you making kickstand jokes, butterscotch?”

  “Maybe.”

  “You know I can’t help that, right?”

  Garrett sighed, “Yeah, I know Justice. I know someone like me would never get you hard.”

  Justice’s hands froze, “Someone like, someone like you? I really don’t know what that means, Garrett but you obviously don’t know anything about me,” he growled, “Let’s finish this up so we can get out of here and get you back into bed to rest.”

  Justice handed the shower gel to Garrett and he did the best he could to soap off the rest of his body. But he had to do that surrounded by a silence from the sullen man behind him.

  “Thanks,” he mumbled as he handed Justice back his bottle of shower gel.

  “Lean forward for me, yeah?”

  Garrett nodded and pushed forward with a wince.

  Justice carefully extracted his leg from next to Garrett and pushed to his feet. Water cascaded down his body as he stepped from the tub and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist then leaned forward to help Garrett but the man brushed his hand away with a mumbled, “Don’t.”

  “Garrett….”

  “No. I’ll get myself to the sid
e and dry off then you can get me to the bed. That way you’re spending as little time as possible touching me. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to have an undesired physical reaction to being near me.”

  “God damn it, butterscotch. That’s not what that was about,” he said, wincing as the words came out almost as they hurt and then he slid his fingers through his hair.

  “Then what was it, Justice?”

  “I…..I…..fuck!” he cried as he turned around, angry at himself for his own cowardice. Why couldn’t he bring himself to tell Garrett what he was feeling? That he was not only desperately attracted to the man but he also felt this insane desire to protect him, to comfort him, to hold him….to love him.

  Garrett sighed from behind him, “Can you hand me a towel please?”

  Justice pulled one off the rack and held it out to Garrett without looking at the man.

  That was probably for the best since every time Justice pinned his blue-gray eyes on him, he could feel another piece of his heart getting lost to this man, this stranger who made him feel safer and more protected than anyone ever had in his entire life.

  He dried off, trying unsuccessfully not to hiss or whimper when he got to tender spots then he managed to secure the towel around his waist so Justice wasn’t carrying him buck-ass naked.

  “I’m ready,” he mumbled.

  When Justice turned and saw the towel around Garrett he tightened his own towel around his waist then leaned forward to scoop Garrett into his arms.

  Garrett was not a small man at six foot one and two-twenty-five on a good day, but Justice hefted him like he weighed nothing.

  And despite hating being so helpless and hating the tension that now flowed between them…..Garrett really liked how it felt in the man’s arms.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  After a few quiet yet tense minutes during which Jackson and Tripp had their eyes more on each other rather than on the brooding man on the couch, Cole, with his head in his hands, finally spoke, “I think I screwed up,” he mumbled.

  Jackson bit back the ya think? that wanted to fall from his lips as he waited for Cole to elaborate.