Randy & Jett_Dragon Kisses

by Lynn Stark

  “What do you want?” he demanded.

  Barker smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. “I told you. I want my dog back.”

  Randy wasn’t about to crumple in the face of danger. “Oh, bullshit. What I want to know is why the fuck are you here in Silver?”

  “Because I’m not done with you.” Barker shrugged. “I needed to get out of Miami anyway. Following you seemed like the thing to do. Now let’s get going.”

  Randy cursed his rotten luck. Some of it he had brought on himself. He owned that fact. Now he would deal with this bastard once and for all. He didn’t know how. He might get shot for his bravado, but he was done bending over and taking it up the ass, so to speak. He had love and a future. Those were things worth fighting for. He was now a man with self-worth.

  Not moving, Randy said steadily, “This ends here, asshole. Do what you have to do.”

  It was a risk, but he wasn’t leaving with Barker. Randy knew if he did so, Barker would kill him. Because Jett still hadn’t returned, he had to wonder if Jett was even able to do so. He wouldn’t consider the possibility that Jett was dead.

  “Dirtbag.” The voice was unexpected. Barker’s head turned as Randy watched.

  The sudden explosion caused Randy to jump back in shock. His hands flew up in front of his face. There was a second explosion of deafening sound and he was reeling back. Falling to the floor, he curled up on his side as a hideous, burning pain slide through his upper thigh. He grasped it just as Gemma came running up to him, licking his face as blood flowed through his fingers.

  Opening his eyes, Randy could see that Barker was sprawled out on the floor about ten feet away from him. If that wasn’t surprising enough, Mrs. Green was standing over him, a large revolver in her small hand. He watched as she kicked Barker once with a foot covered with a fuzzy neon-green slipper, obviously checking to see if he was dead, and pushed the gun out of his reach. Randy was fairly certain that the hole in the man’s forehead was a good indicator that he was lifeless.

  Then Jett was there with fear on his handsome face. He was carrying a large gun, too, and Randy wondered where he had gotten it. He hadn’t left with a gun, although he probably should have.

  “Oh, hon, are you okay?” Jett asked, kneeling. Gemma was still licking Randy, but with less enthusiasm than before. She did whine as she settled beside him.

  “My leg. It hurts like hell.”

  That was an understatement. Randy had never felt pain like this before and he never wanted to experience it again.

  “I’ve called for the ambulance,” Mrs. Green told them calmly. “I’ve also asked Grayson to come get this nasty filth out of my house.”

  “We’re here, Aunt Verna,” Grayson announced as he entered the house the same way Barker had. “I guess I don’t have to ask who did it.”

  Verna Green snorted. “Hardly. I wish I could’ve gotten him before he got up here. I’m not as fast as I used to be.”

  The elderly woman had to be eighty, if she was a day. Hadn’t she said she used to work in Las Vegas during the fifties and sixties? What the hell kind of work had she done, he wondered dazedly.

  It wasn’t long before there was a whirlwind of activity in their apartment. It was soon crammed with people, both law enforcement and medical personnel. As he was being placed on a backboard so he could be carried out of the house, he saw that one of the deputies was taking photographs of Barker’s body, and another was interviewing his gun-packing landlady.

  The process of getting him to the hospital was one Randy would rather forget. The moment the paramedics began to treat him, he refused anything for the pain. He could live with pain. It would be far from fun, but having a painkiller trigger his need for drugs again was far worse.

  Jett was with him right up to the moment he was being wheeled into the operating room. “I love you, honey. I’ll be waiting right here for you. I won’t go anywhere,” Jett promised, leaning over him to press kisses all over Randy’s face, knowing how much Randy loved them.

  “I love you, too. Tell Mrs. Green I’m sorry about the mess in her house.”

  He was feeling a little fuzzy-headed. The anesthesiologist had reassured Randy, before giving him something to relax. That made Randy feel better. He didn’t want to risk a relapse.

  “Byeeeeee!” Randy waved one last time to Jett, wondering why the man looked so worried.

  Randy felt great.

  * * * *

  It was day eight of Randy’s recovery. The man was home and getting restless. He was moving around fairly well on crutches and was threatening a prison break, if Jett didn’t help him get downstairs and out of the house.

  The day after Randy’s surgery they had discussed where they would live. Jett had expected Randy to say that he wanted to move, that there were too many bad memories in the apartment. He had been surprised when Randy told Jett that he wanted to stay, at least until they someday found a house of their own.

  Their landlady had brought in a company to clean the kitchen and repaint. She was definitely a woman of action. She was also pleased that they had decided to stay. Jett had asked her about her experience with guns and she had told him that, during her younger years, she had been a sheriff’s deputy in a nearby county. The answer hadn’t surprised him.

  Now Jett waited. He didn’t want to take Randy outside just yet. He had a surprise for the love of his life, but it hadn’t arrived yet. To distract him, Jett took Randy into the bedroom and began to undress him. With a little care, Jett believed he could make love to Randy without causing him any discomfort in his leg.

  Randy didn’t protest as his clothes were tossed aside. If anything, he appeared as if he was all in for this kind of distraction. The man’s boredom was really working to Jett’s benefit. The surprise should arrive by the time they finished making love. If not, the surprise could wait.

  “How are we going to do this?” Randy asked curiously, his eyes roaming over Jett’s body as he took off his own clothes.

  Jett grinned. He took a condom out of the drawer by the bed. “Very carefully. How does your leg feel today?”

  Randy took the foil packet from him. Ripping it open, he withdrew the latex disc. He limped closer, cautiously using his leg without the aid of the crutches, so he could roll the condom down the length of Jett’s cock. “Good. I’m up for this, even if we have to get creative.”

  “It might take creative.”

  Jett helped Randy onto the bed and then joined him. Finally together on the bed, they lay facing each other. Jett took Randy’s face between his hands, beginning to kiss and lick until the man began to beg for more. Jett obliged, capturing Randy’s mouth. His tongue plunged into the warm, sweet depths, teasing until Randy’s tongue began to stroke Jett’s.

  They broke apart and gasped for breath a few minutes later. Jett loved the shine of excitement in Randy’s gorgeous blue eyes. To Jett, it meant that Randy was ready for what was to happen between them. Moving away for a moment, Jett got the lube and coated his fingers.

  “Put your leg up on mine, hon,” he instructed. When Randy did so, he found the man’s tight pucker and skimmed it with the tips of his fingers.

  It wasn’t long before he was able to push his finger through the ring of muscles. Jett watched every nuance of expression on Randy’s face. There was no fear, but he did look a little worried. Jett took it slow. He didn’t want to do anything to ruin this very important moment between them. They had made love once, but that had been days ago and so much had happened since then. He leaned in for another kiss as he searched for and found Randy’s gland.

  “Oh, do that again!” Randy begged, beginning to pant.

  His hand was on Jett’s shoulder, holding on tight as Jett began to play. When Randy began pushing back, Jett added a second finger. As Randy’s eagerness increased, Jett knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready. A third finger was added, stretching the muscles, preparing for him for the thickness of Jett’s cock. When he carefully added a fourth, Randy began
to push back onto them as they stared at each other.

  “Ready, honey?” Jett asked, kissing the tip of Randy’s nose.

  Randy nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.”

  Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled back enough to add lube to his latex-covered cock. Then he helped Randy turn over. It wasn’t perfect, but it would be the easiest for them until Randy’s leg was completely healed. Jett guided the head to Randy’s asshole and pushed through. It seemed they were both holding their breath as Jett’s flesh inched its way into Randy’s silky dark channel.

  “How’s the leg, hon?” Jett asked, before kissing Randy’s shoulder.

  “It’s good. I’m good. Actually, I’m feeling closer to perfect. Don’t stop.”

  Jett laughed softly. “Unless you tell me to, I have no plans to stop. I want you to tell me if you’re in any pain.”

  Wrapping an arm around Randy’s chest, Jett pulled him back as he began to withdraw and push forward. The heat surrounding his cock was incredible. It had been months since he’d been with anyone other than Randy. Finding a sexual partner hadn’t even entered his head after meeting the love of his life. The man was perfect and he was Jett’s.

  Jett made love to Randy until they were both moaning and writhing. He was worried Randy would hurt his leg. Because Randy wasn’t slowing down or making any protests, Jett continued increasing the pace and the power of his thrusts in and out of Randy’s ass. His hips pushed forward, his hands held on, and his lips caressed silky skin as he tried to make their connection a permanent one.

  Sliding his hand to Randy’s groin, he discovered Randy already had a grip on his cock. Jett covered Randy’s hand with his. They stroked together, matching the thrusts of his hips with Randy’s counter thrust. He was buried balls deep. They couldn’t have gotten any closer even if they had tried. Sweat beaded on their skin. The scent of sex filled Jett’s nostrils as the fire of their desire turned into a full-fledged wildfire. His heart was pounding and his breathing was harsh. The need to come was building hard and fast.

  Each and every man Jett had known before Randy was wiped from Jett’s mind as they came together. Jett’s balls pulled tight, emptying, cum pumping into Randy’s ass. Randy’s asshole clenched down hard on Jett’s cock, making it almost impossible for him to move. Their bodies jerked together as their orgasms overtook them. Randy’s cum ran in hot streams over Jett’s fingers as he pressed his mouth to Randy’s shoulder and bit down hard.

  “Fuck yeah!” Randy shouted, echoing the sentiment Jett was feeling as golden bursts flashed behind his eyelids.

  The inevitable softening of his spent cock separated them. Jett released Randy reluctantly to reach between them to take hold of the top of the condom. He kissed Randy’s shoulder one last time before leaving the bed. A glance told him Randy wasn’t going anywhere soon.

  Jett discarded the condom and washed up. He then took a washcloth back to the bedroom, cleaning his lover as Randy dozed. He woke up with a start and a small snort. Laughing, Jett leaned down to help him up.

  “Come on. You’ll have plenty of time later for sleep. Now we’re going to get out and get some sunshine.”

  Randy stared at him, blinking only once and very slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what Jett was telling him. Randy cleared his throat. “I was thinking we could cuddle for a while.” He added a pout for good measure.

  “Cuddling’s good, but we can do it later. Come on, get up. Do you need help? Is your leg hurting?” Instantly overwhelmed by guilt, Jett asked quickly, “Did we do something to hurt it?”

  “No, it’s good.” Randy gave Jett a sly look, his smile more so. “I don’t know if I can say the same for my shoulder. It seems that not only do dragons kiss, they bite, too.”

  Jett could feel the heat rush into his face. “Uh, sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”

  Randy reached up to loop his arms around Jett’s neck. “Don’t be. I liked it. I guess I have a kinky side. Which reminds me. I have to do something to earn a spanking.”

  “Oh, TMI!” a familiar voice shouted. “Could you guys put some clothes on? And, Dragon, you aren’t nearly as hot as Snake. Just saying.” Having jerked apart, Jett and Randy turned to look at Quinn standing in the doorway of their bedroom. He was waving a hand in front of his face. “Whew, you guys need to open a window. It smells like sex in here. I have a feeling that getting here late was a good thing.”

  Damn! Jett had to get rid of Quinn before he spilled the beans. He wanted Randy’s surprise to remain a surprise. He hurried toward Quinn. “Okay, I don’t know why you’re here, but go wait outside. We’ll be out in a moment.”

  Quinn left, but it wasn’t quietly. Jett wasn’t taking any chances. He closed the door and locked it. “I believe that guy’s nuts,” Jett commented, feeling only slightly guilty. “Why don’t we take a quick shower? Then we can go out and get something to eat. Maybe we can go for Chinese food.” He had already made arrangements for their meal, another surprise for Randy.

  Jett supported Randy as they went to take a shower. Jett covered Randy’s healing wound with practiced ease as the water warmed. Then they were taking turns washing each other. Jett would have liked to spend more time showering with his lover, but he wanted to get outside so he could surprise him.

  Ten minutes later they were dressed and heading outside. Randy was excited, obviously eager to get out of the apartment for some exercise and fresh air. The lure of food probably hadn’t hurt. He couldn’t wait for the second part of his surprise.

  “Oh, no you didn’t!” Randy shouted as they stepped out on the porch and he saw the horse standing at the curb.

  “Easy there, cowboy,” Jett said, laughing as Randy nearly walked himself out of the crutches. He was down the steps before Jett could stop him. “If you break something, it will be that much longer before you can ride.”

  All their friends were there, as well as the man who had sold Joe to them. He was holding the gelding, smiling as he witnessed Randy’s growing joy. Joe didn’t seem to mind the human’s exuberance. He didn’t even flicker an ear or twitch a muscle. Randy did manage to slow down slightly. He and Jett talked a lot while he recuperated, about how to behave around horses. Jett had been trying to impart as much of his knowledge about horses as he could. He knew it really sucked for Randy to not be able to see his horse after the farrier had confirmed the horse was sound. He’d had to be satisfied with a collection of photos Jett had taken, showing Joe running in a meadow and from different angles as he stood patiently.

  “You are so beautiful,” Randy breathed as Joe nuzzled his face and blew slightly. “You have horsey breath. But that’s not a bad thing,” he reassured the gelding quickly, when Joe snorted and tossed his head. “I can’t wait to ride you.”

  Jett settled his hands onto Randy’s shoulders. “Why wait? If you think your leg can take a short ride, we’ll go around town and show him off. I’ve been assured that we won’t be breaking any laws.”

  “That would be so cool. Do we need a saddle?”

  “Not this time. Now, come around here on his left side. I’ll give you a leg up.” Jett took the crutches and handed them to Quinn. “Remember what I told you about getting on.”

  “I remember.”

  Cupping his hands together once Randy had a handful of mane and was holding onto the horse’s withers, he supported and lifted Randy when he put a foot into Jett’s hands. Randy settled easily on the gelding’s back, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. The smile he gave Jett told him everything he needed to know. His love was a very happy man.

  After swinging up behind Randy, Jett took the reins. He appreciated how steady Joe was. He really was going to be a good horse for a beginner.

  “Is he strong enough to carry both of us?” Randy sounded worried.

  “Yes, for as long as we’ll be on him. It won’t be all that long.” Jett leaned forward so he could whisper in Randy’s ear. “Riding might not be that easy for you at the moment, and I’
m not talking about your leg.” As he straightened Jett saw the color spreading upward in Randy’s neck. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road. Just relax and find your center. Let your lower body move with the horse.”

  Randy laughed. “There’s a lot to remember.”

  “I have a feeling you’re a fast learner. Now, let’s go.”

  Squeezing his legs and leaning slightly forward, Jett signaled Joe. The horse walked forward, easily following the silent command given to him. It was about six blocks from their house to downtown Silver. Joe’s hooves clacked softly on the bricks beneath them.

  They were about halfway there when Randy made a sound of distress. “I completely forgot about Gemma!”

  “All taken care of. I found a puppy sitter for her.”

  Randy leaned back against Jett. Jett kissed the top curve of his ear.

  “You’re pretty sneaky.”

  “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

  “Well, it certainly was. I don’t think living with you will ever be boring.”

  “I will try not to be boring,” he promised solemnly. “How’s your leg?”

  “Not hurting a bit. Thank you, Jett. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, hon.”

  They completed the ride to the square and made the circuit around it. When they finished, they rode into the square itself. Everyone was there, including friends cheering and clapping as they stood beside the picnic tables they had placed end to end. Stopping Joe nearby, Jett dismounted and helped Randy off the horse’s back. Joe dropped his head to begin cropping grass, perfectly content to graze while the humans ate.

  After a meal of takeout Chinese food, an order he had made along with all the other plans for the surprise, Jett and Randy mounted up once again.

  They were heading back home, where they would hand Joe off to his former owner, who would then take the gelding to Stephen’s and Jade’s ranch. They would keep him there until they decided if they wanted to buy a small piece of property of their own.