Guns Leather and Tinsel

by Sean Michael

  Raptor pulled up in front of his place, Boom coming to a stop next to him. The cabin was simple. Small, but sturdy as hell and he loved it.

  “Nice and private.” Boom climbed off his hog, grabbed the saddle bag and put it over one shoulder. “I appreciate the place to crash.”

  “Yeah. I don’t usually offer.” Like never.

  “Not to worry, I’ll make sure to pay you back in trade.” Boom gave him a wink.

  “So long as you’re not a serial killer, man.”

  “Serial killers don’t fuck like I do.”

  “No? I’ve never fucked a serial killer...that I know of.” You never knew.

  Boom just laughed, following him in and dropping his saddle bags by the door. “I am a serial fucker, though. You want it horizontal this time?”

  “You don’t want the tour?”

  “I want everything I can get, baby.”

  He chuckled and turned in a circle pointing. “Front room. Bathroom. Bedroom. Kitchen. Deck’s out the back.” Tiny, simple, perfect.

  “Entertainment center is right here in the middle of the room.” Boom was staring at him like he was a prime rib dinner.

  He decided to take the reins this time, walking up and cupping Boom’s cock through his leathers.

  “Mmm. You want a taste of me, baby?” Boom pressed against his hand, demanding more.

  The pressure made Raptor’s fingers curl, and he pushed harder, the heel of his hand digging in. Boom spread his legs some, anchoring himself before responding, demanding more with a solid thrust of those hips.

  “Pushy bastard.” He grabbed the back of Boom’s neck, dragged him in to a kiss.

  Boom kissed like he was storming a fucking beach, taking over within a breath. Breaking the kiss for a half second, Boom muttered, “Pot, kettle. Yeah,” then dove back into it.

  Their lips slammed together, hard enough Raptor tasted copper. Boom backed him up, only stopping when his legs hit the bed. Then they went down together, Boom heavy as he landed on top. They both grunted, the sound loud, raw.

  “Fucking want you.” Boom’s ‘again’ hung silently in the air.

  “Come get me, then.”

  He laughed. “Seems to me I already have you.” Boom wriggled against him.

  Hey, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Maybe I’ll take you.”

  Boom grinned, the look wild and wicked. “Maybe you’ll try.”

  Raptor flipped them, clearly surprising Boom with the motion, and landing on top.

  Boom’s eyes went wide, then he laughed. “Well played!”

  “You know it.” He ground down, pushing into the cradle of Boom’s hips.

  Boom spread his legs, bringing his knees up to either side of him. “You think you can take me?”

  “You know it.” He had no idea, but it was going to be fun trying.

  “Give it your best shot.”

  Raising his head, Boom took another no-holds-barred kiss.

  Raptor groaned, his body hardening, his cock aching, his balls drawn up so tight. Reaching for Raptor’s jeans, Boom worked them open for the second time this evening.

  “No. My turn…” He swatted Boom’s hands and the man gripped him, got his hand up above his head. Fuck.

  “Now what?” Boom asked, eyes shining up at him.

  He used his free hand to pinch one of Boom’s nipples.

  Boom bucked up beneath him. “Nice play.” But then Boom found the ring in Raptor’s cock again and twisted it.

  Raptor tried to roll his hips away to avoid the touch, but no dice, damn it. The sensation went straight to his balls as Boom did it again.

  “Your move.” Boom was clearly having the time of his life.

  He tried to free his hand, but Boom was strong, holding tight, so he went for a bite, teeth sinking into Boom’s shoulder. That made Boom growl and wrap his legs around Raptor, flipping them over once again.

  Raptor’s eyes flew open as his body arched into Boom at the move.

  “Got you.”

  Boom kissed him hard using his free hand moving to turn the ring in his cock, the metal sliding through his skin. Jesus. Raptor loved that, playing hard, the tug on the sensitive tip of his prick.

  “You got more of these?” Boom asked, voice growly, fingers rough as they played.

  “Piercings?” He stalled, unwilling to answer.

  “No, man, I want to know if you’re hiding a second cock somewhere on this stunning body.” Boom stared down at him.

  “Absolutely not.”

  One of Boom’s eyebrows went up. “No on the second cock or no on the piercings?”

  “You’ve touched my cock, man. You’re touching it now.”

  “And you’re ducking the question about other piercings.” Boom was fucking pushy.

  “Fuck you.” Raptor could push too.

  “Okay, I can find out for myself.”

  Boom pushed his top up over his abs, fingers dragging. Raptor grabbed it with his free hand, hips rolling up as he kept Boom from tugging the material up his body. Changing tactics, Boom let go of him and fisted his t-shirt with both hands, tearing it down the middle.

  The casual violence left Raptor gasping and his ringed nipples hard and proud.

  “Oh ho!” Boom said, looking triumphant as he grabbed and twisted one of the rings. “Fucker!” Raptor said, surprised. He loved nipple play. Fucking loved it.

  “Yep.” Boom tugged on the other ring.

  Grabbing Boom’s wrists, Raptor tried to pull him away, but they both knew what he wanted, what he needed. He just got off on the fight. Boom was big enough to give it to him in spades, too. Both his wrists were manhandled into one of Boom’s hands and dragged up over his head.

  His cock was achingly hard, begging for more. The ring kept catching on Boom’s leathers as the man moved against him, each pull going straight to his balls.

  There was another ring at the base of his ball sac, tiny and tight, just a tease. He wondered if Boom would check close enough to find it.

  Bending, Boom took one of Raptor’s nipples in his mouth and thought went out the window. The fierce pressure was immediate, sharp teeth stinging him. The tip of Boom’s tongue flicked back and forth across the top of his nipple. Sweet fuck, this man knew his way around a nipple.

  On top of that, each suck was matched with a tug to the ring in his cock, and the sting set his teeth on edge.

  Moving to his other nipple, Boom gave him a wicked grin before grabbing hold of the ring and tugging it between his teeth. Raptor struggled, pushing the tortured nub in and out of Boom’s lips.

  Boom managed to drag Raptor’s jeans partway down, fingers finding and digging into his ass. His toes curled, one leg drawing up.

  With the extra access, Boom rubbed a finger all along Raptor’s crack. His hole was already well-fucked, swollen, ready for more. Boom’s finger pushed right in, wriggling inside him. His hips rolled, fighting and fucking himself on the touch all at once.

  Boom kept gnawing at his nipples, teeth biting flesh and pulling rings. It was almost more than a man could bear.

  “Jesus!” Raptor exclaimed. The sting made his arms clench, his wrists pull.

  That had Boom pushing his finger in deeper, finding his fucking gland like he had a GPS pinpointing it. Raptor growled, the pressure inside him huge.

  Again and again Boom matched hitting his gland with biting one of his nipples. Raptor’s heels slammed on the mattress, his chest bowing, shoulder blades digging into the sheets. When he was about to lose it, Boom tugged on his balls, pulling them down.

  “Fuck!” Oh, damn. His toes curled up tight.

  “Not yet.” Boom tugged again, making sure of it.

  The ache moved through Raptor’s belly.

  Letting go of his hands, Boom worked to strip him the rest of the way down. The man was fucking efficient, too, even getting the remnants of his shirt off.

  “Look at you. Hot little fuck.” Boom’s eyes felt like a fire.

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�Little?” Him?

  “My little slut.” Boom was laughing at him, but the look in those dark blue eyes was pure needy heat.

  “Fuck off, man.” He went for laughter, even though the words sent a zing through his belly.

  “I’m about to.” Boom started divesting himself of leather and damn, the man was built. Fucking shoulders that would block out the sun, chest full of muscles and a fucking six-pack that had way more than six in it. Scars marred the smooth skin, a couple knife wounds and one that had to be from a bullet.

  “Tough guy.” He had a few of his own, although he tended to end up with broken bones, given his weapon of choice was a bat.

  Boom shrugged. “I have a problem backing down.”

  The leather pants were next, Boom taking his time opening them - he knew Raptor was watching avidly.

  “Don’t we all?” Raptor wrapped his fingers around his prick, jacking slowly, tugging the ring at the tip.

  Boom grinned when he saw Raptor working himself. “You like what you see?”

  “What’s not to like?” He’d felt that fat cock slamming into him, he knew it was a good size.

  “Not a damn thing.” Leathers open, Boom’s cock pushed out eagerly. Despite the tightness of his leathers, Boom managed to push them down easily.

  Raptor rolled the ring in the tip of his cock, tugging his balls with his other hand, making himself feel good as he watched.

  As soon as Boom had stepped out of his boots and his leathers, he climbed on the bed. “Gonna tear your ass up, baby.”

  “You’re going to try.” Fuck, this banter was hot.

  “I don’t try, I only do.”

  Raptor sat, his chest slamming into Boom’s as he pushed up. Boom pushed right back, forcing him down again.

  “Goddamn it.” He tried to fight it, but Boom wasn’t moving.

  The man was fucking solid, too. Raptor wasn’t little, but Boom was full sized.

  “You like a little fight, sweet slut?” Boom asked, voice thick and husky.

  “Shut up.”

  “You better fucking make me.”

  With one of Boom’s big hands in the middle of his chest, Raptor wasn’t sure he could. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t give it his best effort, though. He reached up, grabbed the back of Boom’s neck and dragged him into a kiss. That worked, there was no way Boom could talk with their mouths fused together in a brain-melting kiss. He felt like cheering, like he’d won a battle.

  Boom didn’t stop kissing him, though, and soon he was breathless. No cheering for him. Hell, he ended up clinging instead of fighting, lost in Boom’s touch. This was just the kind of fight he could get behind losing, though.

  “Lube.” Boom just barked out the single word, but Raptor knew what he meant.

  He grabbed the tube, passed it down without a word. Boom slicked up his fingers and opened Raptor up with them, two spreading him wide.

  “Hold your legs open for me, boy,” Boom ordered.

  “Boy?”

  “You prefer slut?”

  When he didn’t answer, Boom found his gland again, banging it hard. “Answer me, boy.”

  “Fuck you.” Oh, damn. That was hot.

  “No, I’m going to fuck you.” Another push of those big fingers had him lit up from the inside again.

  This game was delicious. Raw and exciting and hot enough to make him want to scream.

  “Gonna slick everything up and fuck you until the sun comes back up.” Boom made the words sound like a promise, like the best kind of torture.

  “Bring it on. I can outlast you.”

  “You only need to last long enough.” Boom winked, fingers sliding out of his body.

  His hips followed the touch, wanting it back.

  “Eager slut.” Boom opened a condom and worked it onto his cock, then added slick.

  “Need. Less talking. More touching.”

  “You always this pushy?” Still, Boom’s cock shoved into him, spreading him open even as Boom said the words.

  “Uh-huh.” Constantly.

  Laughing, Boom sank all the way in, cock nudging at his gland just like that.

  “Uhn.” That single harsh sound hiccupped out of him.

  Nodding, grinning widely, Boom pulled out and thrust in again, finding that spot again like there was a bull’s-eye on it. He knew he had to look like a crazed thing, but that pressure and pleasure mingled together enough to have his teeth bared.

  Boom wasn’t complaining, his fat cock was opening him up over and over.

  “Jesus. Jesus. More.” The man was a fucking machine, stretching his ass.

  “Everything you can take, boy.”

  He could feel every inch of Boom’s magnificent prick, swelling inside him, pressing deep. Strong arms were on either side of his head as Boom pumped into his ass.

  Raptor stopped pretending to fight it. He wrapped his hands around that amazing ass and pulled with every thrust. They came together hard, bodies slamming in the best possible way. The bed springs were screaming, Boom’s thighs slapping Raptor’s ass.

  Boom shifted and rolled his hips back a little, that cock suddenly pushing hard against that spot inside him. Raptor’s eyes flew open, a short cry escaping from his lips.

  “Got you.” Boom stayed right there, pounding into him.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He’d never met anyone who’d pegged his gland, over and over. It was fucking stunning.

  Boom didn’t stop, didn’t slow down and Raptor knew this was it until he came, that Boom would not fail him for a second. Boom rolled him up on his shoulders, driving into him again and again. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, he could feel every thrust in his balls and all up his spine.

  His body couldn’t hold it, not at all. He needed to come. Then Boom’s hand came down on the side of his ass, smacking it hard.

  “Fuck!” The burn sent him over the edge, drove him to orgasm.

  “Yes!” Boom gave a triumphant shout and humped hard into him.

  Fuck, Boom knew how to tear a man up.

  Raptor’s orgasm went on and on until Boom shouted again, stopping his movements when buried deep inside. A shudder went through Boom, then another as he came inside Raptor.

  Raptor’s asshole ached, the burn was delicious and he didn’t want it to end. Boom managed another couple thrusts, then collapsed down onto him, solid and heavy. Raptor grunted, but the pressure wasn’t unwelcome, not at all.

  Boom’s mouth landed on his, this kiss lazy and sloppy and just about right.

  He supposed if Boom was going to go all axe murdering, the man had had plenty of opportunities. “You cool with sharing a bed?”

  “Yeah, that would rock. I mean, I can take the couch if you want, but I’m tall and my feet would hang off.” Boom chuckled. “A bad night’s sleep and you might start wishing I was an axe murderer.”

  “There’s room for us. Both of us.” He squeezed Boom, who was still buried deep.

  A low groan answered the move. “I’ll stay right here, then.”

  “Works for me, Boomer-Baby.” Oh, that was fun.

  “Fucker.”

  “Sugar Boom?” Raptor started chuckling.

  “Don’t make me hurt you.” Boom groaned as he slid out, dumping the condom over the side of the bed.

  “You better have hit the trash can.” He was cackling now.

  “Guess you’ll find out in the morning if you step on it or not.” Boom swatted him lazily, but he could hear the smile in Boom’s voice, knew Boom was fighting laughter.

  “Be good or I’ll have to beat you.” He settled close, idly playing with the ring in the tip of his cock.

  Boom snorted, slapped his hand away. “You need another round, boy?”

  “Huh?” He was just... touching. It was habit, comforting. Helped him sleep.

  “You’ve never been anyone’s boy have you?”

  “I’m the owner of the bar, man.” Of course he hadn’t. He was invisible.

  “When I’m here? This is mine.”
Boom grabbed his prick, gave it a squeeze. “And you don’t touch.”

  He groaned, his cock actually twitching. “You’ve lost your mind.”

  “Maybe. But at least I don’t own an axe.”

  “I do. Somewhere. Zombie apocalypse, you know.”

  Boom laughed. “Oh, fuck, that is priceless.”

  He grinned. “A guy’s got to be prepared.”

  “I love it. You’re my first Zombie apocalypse prepper. And now I know where to come if one breaks out.”

  “Just don’t tell anyone.” He yawned, beginning to doze. “There’s only so much lube.”

  Chapter Four

  Brian woke up wrapped around a warm body. Fuck. He sat up, blinking, quickly checking out his surroundings. Oh, right. Raptor. Cabin in the woods. Amazing night of tearing that tight little ass up. God, he was playing with fucking fire.

  He wasn’t here to get his rocks off. He especially wasn’t here to fall for anyone and damn it he was. He liked Raptor. The man was funny, was hot, and had so much potential as a lover. As a boy.

  He told himself this was fucking nonsense, that he knew better than to mess around. These men were dangerous. What if Raptor was in the club that was running the guns? What if Raptor was in charge of the whole fucking operation?

  It was time to go before he truly got in over his head.

  Raptor stretched, back popping. “Shit, tell me it’s Sunday.”

  Damn it.

  “It’s Sunday,” he said softly.

  “Cool. Don’t work on Sundays.”

  “Your bar closed?” He still needed a couple of days to get to know the players in this area, the bar being closed wasn’t going to help.

  On the other hand, it meant he had a free day himself... No. No, he wasn’t doing this anymore, right? He was going to get dressed and go find somewhere else to stay while he was in the area.

  “The girls open it up at noon for football, close at ten. I only go down if they need me.”

  “Not a big crowd then?” There was no point in going if none of the one-percenters were going to be there.

  “Not really. If there is, I go. Just to keep the peace.”

  He liked the idea of Raptor being a peacekeeper. Like him. It sure beat the man being a gunrunner or a gang member.

  “I bet you’re real good at keeping the peace.”