by Sean Michael
"My asshole doesn't mind. It's totally secure in its manhood."
That had him laughing again. Shit, he'd forgotten how laughing made sex that much better.
"Good for your asshole," he teased, slicking up his fingers with what appeared to be raspberry flavored lube.
"I hope so, man. I truly do."
"Yeah, me too." He'd hate to be found wanting.
He pressed a single finger against the asshole in question. He took his time, circling the tiny wrinkled ring, slicking it and wetting it. When he finally sank his finger in, he moaned, the tight heat amazing. The dragon seemed to come alive, moving with Chip's body. Mesmerizing. Sexy as hell.
He fucked Chip with just the one finger, watching the man move. It was easy to tell that Chip wasn't lying when he said he loved sex.
Pushing in another finger, he slowly opened Chip up. He couldn't wait to bury himself inside there.
"You going to get it up for me again, beautiful? Gonna fuck me hard?"
"Already up for you again." He'd have to be dead not to be.
"Love to hear that." Chip spread wider, balls swinging.
Went made it three fingers, spreading them wide to stretch Chip.
"Oh..." The word was accompanied by an arch, Chip's body curling up.
"God, you're sexy." Like honestly, truly.
"More, beautiful. Now."
"Okay. Let me put the condom on." He tugged his fingers away and tore open the package. Wow. That was really pink. Really. He stuck it over his prick, which turned it really pink, too. Oh God. He didn't think he could do this. "Um...can I have a different condom?"
Chip chuckled, then leaned in, ass rubbing his cock. Oh.
"Fuck..." Closing his eyes, he pushed forward, his prick sinking into Chip's body. The pink rubber would do just fine.
Opening his eyes, he kept his gaze on Chip's back, watching the dragon. The scales seemed to shift and move, almost shimmering. That wasn't possible. The longer he watched it, though, the more it seemed true.
He thrust harder, making Chip buck and rock. They found a sure, slow rhythm, one that made his eyes cross. His fingers curled around Chip's hips, holding on as much as he was tugging Chip back into his thrusts. Crazy. He didn't know this guy and he was buried in to the root and pounding hard.
He reached around blindly, hitting Chip's amazing abs before finding Chip's cock. He wrapped his hand around it. Short, thick--it fit in his hand like it was meant to be there. Moaning, he sped his thrusts, each one driving Chip's cock along his palm.
"Fuck, yeah. Yeah." Chip moaned, totally into it.
The sound of their skin slapping together was obscene. And so fucking right. He kept touching Chip's ink, fingers wanting the skin to feel different.
Chip's enthusiastic participation was intoxicating. "More, beautiful. Harder."
Went could do that and he did, moaning as he slammed into Chip. His hips slapped Chip's ass.
"It's gonna feel amazing when you come on my cock."
Chip moaned and the grip on his cock was fierce. Someone liked being talked to.
He could do that if it got him more of that. "Tight little ass. Feels so good."
Chip's grip got tighter.
"Gonna pound you all night."
"God, yes. Yes." Chip nodded enthusiastically.
Probably not actually all night--the way Chip's ass worked his cock was going to have him coming sooner than later. Went rubbed Chip's back, fingers digging in, massaging hard. Reaching around, he found one of Chip's nipples and rubbed his finger back and forth across it.
"Yeah. Pinch it, man. Make me feel it."
Went took the little bit of flesh between his fingers, tugged and twisted.
"Yeah. Yeah." He didn't need Chip to tell him, he could feel it in the way Chip's ass worked his cock with renewed vigor.
It made Went do it again, wanting more of that delicious tightness. He tugged hard, twisting that little nip. Groaning at Chip's reaction, he slowed his thrusts and alternated between nipples.
Chip began panting hard. "W...Went. Oh. Oh, you're something special."
Fuck, that made him feel good. "You, too."
Chip was probably more special than him even.
"Cool. Cool. More." Chip was insatiable. It was kind of hot. Shit, kind of? It was incredibly hot.
Went used his nail this time, as he pinched that sweet little nipple. Chip jerked, slammed back against his cock.
"Yes!" Fuck. So good. He gave Chip's other nipple the same treatment.
"Gonna! Gonna, dude."
His response was to start slamming in hard again. "Yes. Yeah. Come on my cock."
"Yeah..." Chip blushed dark, back bowing as he shuddered.
He gave Chip's right nipple one last sharp pinch. The smell of spunk that followed was heady. And Chip's body bearing down around his cock found him shouting, jerking and filling the condom. Christ. Christ, that was fine.
He collapsed onto Chip's dragon, his cock still buried inside the tight heat.
"Man. Tell me we can do it again," Chip begged.
"Yes, please. It was... Fuck." All the words Went could come up with seemed inadequate.
"Uh-huh. Totally. Better than macaroni."
Laughing, he tugged out of Chip's tight ass and pulled off the condom, tying it off. "Uh...garbage?"
"Side of the bed."
"Thanks." He tossed the condom and collapsed beside Chip, feeling entirely boneless.
Chip turned to one side. "Dude, that was fun."
"Yeah. It rocked." Would Chip think he was a pussy if he wanted to just lie together for a while?
"Totally." Chip's hand slid up along his side, the motion lazy, easy.
Smiling, he turned to face Chip, reaching for the pretty little nips that were still red from his pinches.
"Oh..." Chip stretched for him. "Man, they love attention."
"I didn't realize they could be such a button." His ex had hated having them touched.
"I'm a horndog, man. Turns my ass on." So open about what he wanted, what he needed.
"Would it be rude if I asked how old you are?" Went asked. Chip seemed really settled, far more aware of himself than the nineteen-year old he appeared.
"I'll be thirty-two in December. You?"
"No fucking way." He'd thought for sure he was some middle-aged perv.
"Yep. Swear to God."
"You look fucking amazing." He shook his head, still not entire sure he believed Chip. "I'm thirty-eight."
"Yeah? You're in amazing shape, man, and you know what to do with your hands." Chip kept exploring him, fingers sure, strong, but not pushing too hard.
Moving into the touches, Went tried to return them. "It's been a while," he admitted. Quite a while.
"Tell me if I'm not doing it like you need. I just like touching."
Went didn't think there could be a wrong way for Chip to touch him. "I like touching, too. I just haven't had the time lately."
"Yeah?" Chip leaned forward and licked his jaw. "Let's play twenty questions."
He put his head back, offering his throat. "Twenty questions?" Weird--that was a kids' game wasn't it? "Okay..."
"Mmm. Where are you from?" Chip's tongue dragged over his throat.
"L.A." His answer came out a little husky. "You?"
"I was in Santa Barbara for a long time. I retired up here and love it."
"Retired?" What the heck? Maybe not nineteen like he'd thought, Chip was still younger than him. Way too young to be retired.
"Yeah. I sold a dot com to Microsoft after I had my heart attack. It was totally time."
A heart attack. Now that sounded familiar. "Well, your time here has done you wonders. No one would ever guess you had a heart attack."
"I'm happy, man. Totally. Happy and healthy and totally unwise."
"I don't know about the unwise part. Isn't happy and healthy what you want to be wise about? There a proverb, right?"
Chip chuckled softly. "Mmmhmm. What business are y
ou in?"
"I own Dawson Dynamics. We're a high tech company." He could feel his shoulders tensing at just the mention of work. Damn.
"Shh...shh, beautiful. We can let that go, huh?" Strong fingers wrapped around his shoulders.
"That's what this vacation is supposed to be about." Relaxing and making sure his own health scare was just that, a scare.
"That's it. You can be uptight later. Promise."
Chuckling, Went pressed against Chip. "I haven't been good at relaxing for a while now." It was why he'd had a small heart attack of his own.
"I'll help." Chip pressed close, fingers digging into his ass, massaging.
Groaning, he pushed into the touches. This was the best vacation ever. Ever.
Chapter 3
Chip got hungry and left Went napping as he started bacon baking. Then he started coffee and opened the back door, letting the air in, even if it was cool.
Went came in a short while later, half dressed, short hair mussed, blinking. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."
"No worries. You're vacationing. You eat bacon?"
"Sure." Went frowned. "I have a list somewhere of foods I'm supposed to avoid now. I think my assistant has it. I'm on vacation, though, right?"
"Uh-huh. This is good bacon. No nitrates. All natural."
"Cool. It smells good." The disheveled look was good on Went.
"You want coffee?" It was half-caf, but the rich stuff.
"God, yes, please." Grinning, Went moved to the door, looking out at the mountains. "Amazing view."
"It's magic, huh? Love it here." He'd been reborn here.
"Yeah, I can see why." Went continued to stand at the door, just staring. Chip knew the mountains' magic gave a man peace.
He cooked some eggs, put toast in the toaster, whistling happily. It was a good place, home.
"I should check my emails." Went didn't though, he didn't make a single move toward his laptop.
"They'll be there after supper, beautiful. I promise." Chip remembered that life. He hated it.
Chuckling, Went finally turned away from the view and sat. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Nah. This is simple. Nothing complicated."
"That seems true about a lot of your life," Went noted.
"You know it. Peace. Snow. Water. Life. Sex."
"You're not bored? After the rat race, coming to this?"
"God, no." Chip brought the plates over and sat. "I ski and hot tub. Swim. Kayak. Hike. I'm in my tent for weeks at a time."
Went shook his head. "I don't know if I could let it all go like that. Hell, I'm supposed to be on vacation and I brought work with me. This here today with you is the first time I've taken off since I got here three days ago."
"I guess it's not for everyone, but I need it. I got tired of working myself to death." Chip wanted to live.
"I'm not sure I'd know what to do with myself. I turned all my focus to work when I split with my ex a few years back."
"Yeah?" He settled in, put strawberry jam on his toast, and let himself listen.
"It came out of left field, you know? We'd been together like forever. Back when we were starving students."
Chip winced. Oh, that had to hurt.
"Yeah." Went gave him a wry smile. "Work saved me."
"How long's it been?"
"Six years."
"Long time." Long enough that this wasn't a rebound deal, so that was cool. Not that Chip couldn't do this if it was. He was easy and the man did it for him.
"Yeah. And it's not like I'm pining or anything. But I threw myself into work back when it happened and I guess I never figured out how to do anything else." Went shrugged, gave him a smile. "You're the first guy who wasn't a back of the club thing in a lot of years."
"I'm glad you took a chance. You like to hike?" He wasn't going to ask about work. It stressed Went out and he didn't really care about false things like titles.
"I don't know. I used to hike when I was a kid."
"You want to go out, you let me know. I'm thinking about a long hike tomorrow, heading up into the mountains." Chip loved hiking, especially this time of year when there weren't a lot of tourists about.
"Follow your ass around? That sounds like such a hardship." Went winked. "I wouldn't want to slow you down, though."
"So what if you do? It's not a race." He was going to take a long walk, eat a sandwich, jack off--or if he was lucky, get laid.
"I should probably dig in and work, but I'm going to take you up on this hike instead."
"Fucking A. So we got plans tomorrow, you want to have plans tonight?" Might as well enjoy this while he had it.
Oh, look at that grin. Went was liking how he was thinking. "I do."
"Rock on." Chip couldn't stop smiling. There was something about Went, something familiar, something that resonated with him.
Smiling right back, Went ate his food, foot sliding over to touch his. The eggs were good, the bread better, and the company rocked. When they were done, Went helped him do the dishes.
"You want to go outside and watch the stars?" he asked.
That had Went chuckling. "You romancing me now? Because I promise, I'm a sure thing."
"Nope, just offering the best view in the entire fucking world."
"Okay, then. Let's see it." Went's hand slid around his waist.
They leaned together for a second, then he moved them outside to the lounge chairs.
"Oh, nice." Went sat in one of the chairs and leaned it back until he was almost lying down.
There were blankets in the garden box, and he tossed one over Went, then went to sit himself.
"Thanks, man. The stars are amazing."
"Yeah. I spend a lot of evenings out here." Snow or heat, it was a nightly thing for the most part.
The chairs were close and Went reached out, put a hand on his thigh.
"Mmm. Your hand is warm, beautiful."
"So's your skin." Went stroked his thigh a moment before his hand stilled again.
Chip sipped his coffee and just zoned, loving the sounds of nature, the look of the stars, the feel of the wind. After a while, Went's hand started moving, sliding softly. Chip let his legs part, encouraging more.
"Mmm. I've never met anyone sexy as you." Curling his fingers, Went slid them along his inner thigh.
"I know what I like and I like sex."
"It's hot." Went moved his fingers up, teasing his balls through his jeans.
"Oh, honey. That's nice."
"Yeah." Went continued upward, tracing his cock.
Chip sucked in his belly, hoping Went wanted in. Sure enough, those questing fingers slid up to his waistband and popped the button on his jeans.
"Mmm." Yay. What excellent instincts.
The zipper proved to be a little harder for Went, hand bumping against his cock as Went tried to tug it down.
"Let me help." Chip was all about assistance. He eased his zipper down, pulled his mostly hard cock out.
"Perfect." Went's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
"Oh, man..." That dragged just right, lighting him up.
Went's thumb moved back and forth across the tip of his cock. That started a tingle that grew into a sweet, rich burn.
"You've got a sweet cock." Went explored it, fingers everywhere.
"Th...thank you." Oh, he loved a nice, slow warm up.
Shifting to his side, Went, pushed his hand down into Chip's underwear to stroke his balls.
"Oh, damn. Yeah." Chip pushed his jeans down, shimmying out of them. He had a blanket.
Went laughed, but it didn't sound mean at all, more happy and turned on.
"I hope you aren't into playing hard to get," Chip teased.
"I was pretty easy to get earlier..."
"I'm infinitely easy to get." He pushed into Went's touch.
Went's mouth closed over his, hand wrapping hard around his prick and jacking him. Chip moaned, body wanting to move closer, but he was stuck in
his chair. Moving too slowly, Went eased his hand along Chip's hard flesh. It was deliciously maddening and wonderful all at the same time.
Went's kisses were wonderful, too, long and almost lazy. Chip ended up on his side, so he could rock his hips without tipping over.
"Your chairs gonna hold up?" Went asked.
"I hope so." He grinned over, chuckling softly.
Went grinned back at him, the smile pressing against his own in a sloppy kiss. Went's hair tickled his palm, the shape of the man's head fitting in his hand just so, and Went's moans filled his mouth, the hand around his cock squeezing harder. Oh, hell yeah. He tilted Went's head, deepening the kiss.
Thumb working the tip of his cock, Went rocked against him, their chairs creaking. They were going to lose it and he didn't care. Went jacked him harder, hand moving quickly, knuckles dragging along his belly.
"Beautiful. Close, huh?" Chip warned. "Real close."
"Yeah?" Went loosened his hold. "You gonna be good to go again? I'd like to taste you."
"Uh-huh." Oh, fuck yes.
"Okay, then." Went's hand tightened up on him again, dragging on his cock in the most delicious way. The movements were echoed by the sweet thrust of Went's tongue into his mouth. Went made him dizzy, made him soar.
Hand moving faster, Went was clearly determined to make him come. Chip panted, over and over, breathing harshly into Went's lips. Went's free hand slid up between them, fingers tugging at one of his nipples. He bucked, his balls drawing up so tight they hurt.
"Gonna come, Chip?" The head of his cock was squeezed by Went's thumb and index finger.
"Uhn." His answer was to shoot, spunk spraying over Went's fingers.
"Mmm. Oh God, I love how you smell."
All Chip could do was moan, nod.
Went brought his fingers to his mouth, licking at them. Okay, hotness. Total hotness.
"You taste good," Went told him.
Chip leaned in, lapped at Went's lip, fingers. Groaning, Went slipped his fingers into Chip's mouth. Oh. Sucking. He pulled hard, making sure Went felt it.
"Fuck." The word was barely spoken, Went's whole body jerking.
"Mmmhmm." He could handle that.
Went fucked his mouth with those fingers, pushing them along his tongue. It was surprisingly erotic, and he went with it.