Private Dances

by BA Tortuga

  “Sì.” It came out as a groan as he let Dale turn him, push the rest of his clothes off. The mouth on that man was enough to send Gen to heaven. Tongue and lips, sweet soft groans, and the barest hint of teeth teased him, tried to drive him to madness.

  Gen finally reminded himself to move and touch back, licking and sucking, still tasting wine. He caressed Dale’s thighs, easing them up to cup the heavy, hot balls. He felt, rather than heard, Dale’s groan, the velvet-soft skin in his fingers wrinkling up, so alive for his touch.

  “So good, caro.” Gen smiled and wiggled, making room for himself, stretching to lick at Dale’s sac, needing that flavor too.

  Dale headed down his shaft, tongue teasing the tip of his prick, pushing in enough for a slight burn. Grunting, Gen twisted up into the touch and pulled Dale into his mouth, moving from balls to cock so he could suck hard. The sounds Dale made had his cock throbbing even harder.

  Strong fingers gripped his ass, pulling him into that hungry mouth. Dale’s nose nudged his balls as suction surrounded him, the tip of his cock slipping into Dale’s throat. Gen cried out around Dale, his whole body shuddering as he came, his eyes wide and his muscles tight. Oh, Dio.

  Dale sucked and licked through his orgasm, through the aftershocks. Then those strong hips began to move, driving that lovely prick into his lips, begging for his attention. He gave it, licking along the underside, tongue rubbing up and down. He loved that taste. Good. So good. Gen cupped Dale’s hips in his hands, pulling and pushing, adding to the sensation.

  “Gen….” Dale planted his feet on the mattress, driving up toward him, deep groans filling the air.

  “Mmm.” Yes. Sì. Per favore, caro. Gen hollowed his cheeks, letting his lips seal tight, letting his mouth drag the pleasure out of Dale’s body.

  Salty seed splashed on his tongue, bitter and perfect against the hint of wine that lingered.

  Gen crawled up the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a sip to share with Dale. “You always amaze me, caro.”

  “Do I?” Dale hummed a little, the sound vibrating his lips. “I’m just a guy, you know?”

  “Sì. Mine. If that does not scare you….” He realized he might sound a tad possessive.

  “Only thing that scares me is how hard it’s gonna be to go back home to my baby apartment.”

  “Yes. I imagine it is. Well, when I come back with you for a few weeks, you can stay with me.” He kissed Dale’s cheek and throat, dread like a ball in his belly.

  “I’d like that.” Dale sighed, holding him tight. “One day I’ll be able to stand beside you, yeah? Have my schooling and a decent enough job and all.”

  “I wish you would stay now. I hate the thought of you leaving.” Passionately. Urgently.

  “I wish I could, darlin’, but I can’t afford to miss a semester, not when I’m so close.”

  “Of course.” He could understand. He was a reasonable man. Education was important. It really was. A man needed every chance to better himself.

  Dale kissed him, lips clinging. “You’ll have to come see our beaches in the summer, if you’re not too busy.”

  “I will never be too busy for you, caro.” He stroked Dale’s cheeks. “I promise it. No, I worry you will find someone more your age. At college.”

  Dale actually laughed, but those eyes were serious when they met his. “Oh, darlin’. Like there’s anyone in the state of Texas that can do for me what you do. No, Gen. You. You’re something else. A one of a kind deal.”

  “Swear it and I will believe it.” He had no idea what it was about Dale that simply made him mad with need, but there it was. He considered himself a confident man, but with Dale the ground shifted beneath him.

  “You have my word, Gen. I don’t want anyone else, whether I have to wait to see you or not.”

  “Good. I only want you, caro.” He rolled on top of Dale, kissing him madly.

  Kiss-swollen lips parted for him, Dale holding nothing back from him. One hand tangled in his curls, dragging him closer. They kissed hard, both of them straining together, suddenly even more needy than they had been before. Gen scrabbled at Dale’s skin, trying to get a good hold.

  “Yours.” Dale’s leg wrapped around his hip, body sweat-slick and needy.

  “Sì. Oh, sì.” He humped hard, feeling his cock gliding on that skin, letting it ride. His back arched, his head snapped back, and he groaned, needing more.

  “Take me.” Dale grabbed his hand, pushed it down to that muscled ass. “Please, darlin’. Want to feel you.”

  “Yes. Need.” His prick knew what he wanted, knew to slip down between Dale’s legs as he moved. Rubbing against Dale’s heavy balls, he grabbed the tube they’d left on the nightstand. He needed it to ease the way.

  Dale grabbed one knee and tugged, spreading himself out like a private feast, a banquet for him alone. His mouth watered, and he bent to lick the sweat from Dale’s throat even as he got two fingers wet and slid them between Dale’s asscheeks, pushing at the tiny hole there.

  So easy, the way Dale took him in, held him with that grip. Dale bore down, Adam’s apple bobbing and shifting under his lips as his fingers pressed deep.

  “Love. Oh, love.” He pushed deep, opening Dale up, loosening the tightness there before slicking up his cock, pressing it to Dale’s entrance.

  Dale nodded, mouth slamming against his own, tongue taking his lips even as he took Dale’s body.

  Hips rising and falling, Gen moved them, cock easing all the way in before pulling almost out again. He needed the deep, deep strokes, needed the friction. Gen groaned, pressing deep, feeling every inch of his prick as it moved. His muscles jumped under his skin and he humped, really working Dale hard.

  It was a beautiful thing, to watch Dale buck and shift and arch, lips open and needy as Gen took that fine ass. All he could do was touch and fuck and bend to kiss and lick. He felt greedy as hell, wanting everything. Simply everything.

  “Need. Gen, darlin’.” Dale squeezed him, muscles working him, fluttering and shuddering around him.

  “Need what, caro? Tell me. I want to hear.” His words were not coming easily, his English trying to slip away as he rocked harder and harder.

  “You. Touch me, lover.”

  He wrapped one hand around Dale’s shaft, hips pressing deep as he did. Dale’s eyes flew open, shoulders lifting as the man curled up toward him.

  “Uhn. There. Again.”

  “Again? Sì. I can do it again.” His hand moved in time with his body, pulling and pushing, stroking up and down.

  Dale keened, bucking and rolling beneath him as seed pulsed over his fingers, against his belly.

  That body clamped down on him and oh, Gen lost control, coming so hard he saw stars. “Dale!” he shouted, his hands tightening, his cock throbbing.

  Dale groaned, hands grasping and holding him as both of their hearts pounded together, slamming.

  Gen let his forehead drop on Dale’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of salt and musk. “Oh, love. I may not be able to stand it if you leave.”

  Dale nodded, lips on his temple. “Yeah, but I gotta finish my schoolin’, Gen. I’ll stand beside you, but I need to be on my own feet.”

  Nodding, he leaned a little more, letting them sink into the bed. “Sì, caro. Sì. I am trying not to make it difficult.”

  “I know. Shit, you think I want to go back to my place after being with you?”

  That had him smiling. “No, I hope not. What a pair we are, hmm? When must you leave?”

  “The semester starts on the twenty-third of January.”

  Too soon. It was too soon. “I’ll come with you for a week or so.” Just to ease them into it.

  “I’d like that.” The smile he received eased him, deep down.

  “Then that’s what we’ll do.” Gen rolled to his side, arms closing around Dale and holding him tight. “Do you still want to go to the beach?”

  “Mmm. I could take a walk with you.” Dale drew him closer, petting alon
g his spine. “After a minute here.”

  “Sì, caro. In a minute,” he agreed, slipping down to rest his head on Dale’s shoulder. The walk could wait. For now he would celebrate the closeness.

  GOOD LORD, his little baby apartment never seemed so white trash as when he opened the door to invite Gen in for the first time.

  “Home sweet apartment, darlin’. Come on in.”

  It wasn’t dirty. Dusty, maybe, because damn, he’d been gone, but nobody’d broke in and nobody’d set the building with its dozen efficiency apartments on fire, so he figured it was all good. He put his suitcase on the floor beside the door, encouraging Gen to wander through.

  Gen looked around, walking to one end and back. “You’ve made it very homey, caro.”

  “Thanks, darlin’.” The walls were covered in posters and shit—Justin McBride and George Strait, Bodacious and Li’l Yellow Jacket. The sofa had been his grampa’s, the big ole honking thing denim-covered and comfy.

  Gen must have been thinking the same thing, because that twinkle he knew so well entered those bright eyes. “That looks very comfortable.”

  “It is. Sturdy too.” He went to grab them both a beer.

  “Have you tested it? I mean, really tested it?” There was something about the way Gen sucked down that damned beer, tanned throat working….

  “Depends on what you call testing, darlin’.” He dragged the cold base of his bottle along Gen’s collarbone. “I’ve been up close and personal with my own hand on it a thousand times.”

  “Well, I think you need to see how it holds two bodies in motion. Sì? Who knows, it might collapse.”

  Oh, that man was wicked.

  “I bet it’ll hold us both.” He pushed closer, crowding right into Gen’s space.

  “Let’s try.” They toppled as Gen tugged at him, both of them falling to the couch. His beer rolled off, bouncing along the floor, and he kinda watched it until Gen pulled him around for a kiss, mouth really moving on his.

  Oh, hell. Yes. He gave as good as he got, dragging Gen’s shirt out of his waistband. Gen pulled at his clothes too, tugging his shirt and jeans open, hands pushing into his clothes to find skin. Oh, Christ, that felt fine. His skin loved those fingers, loved the way Gen touched him and made his nerves sing.

  They rolled a little so Gen could get to more, could get his shirt all the way off and pinch at his nipples. That sent sensation zinging all the way down to his toes. He kicked his boots off, arching as he did it, those hands fixin’ to drive him mad.

  “Oh, pretty, caro. So pretty.” Gen cupped his cock, curving one hand about it, rolling his balls a second after. He loved that, the pressure and heat, the hint of ache.

  Dale started working Gen’s pants open, shoving the cloth down over the lean hips. Yeah, that was good. Lord, that man knew where to touch him, where to press and pinch to make him crazy. It took him way too long to get the man naked, the way he kept getting distracted.

  Gen’s fingers slipped behind his balls, nudging his hole, teasing him something fierce. “Sì, caro. Inside, hmm? I would have you.” That look blazed down at him, all the teasing gone as Gen moved between his thighs.

  “Hell, yeah.” He spread, draped one leg over the top of the sofa, knowing he had to look like the world’s biggest slut.

  Didn’t seem to bother Gen. Hell, from the way the man looked at him it seemed to work just fine. Gen looked around a minute, then stuck two fingers in his mouth, coming out wet enough to ease the way as they worked into Dale’s body.

  Dale moved, thinking idly that if he ever danced like this on stage he’d make a fortune. Of course, he wasn’t sure he’d ever dance like this for anyone else…. “Gen!”

  “Pay attention, caro. Right here.” Two fingers pushed right into him, again and again, opening him up. The scrape right across his nerves was almost unbearable.

  “I… I am. God, I am. Don’t stop.” The words tore out of him, his throat working, hips bucking furiously.

  “Are you? I’m not sure. Remember, this is a test.” Gen smiled for him, bending to lick at his cock, tongue gathering up the moisture there and pulling it into Gen’s mouth.

  “A test….” He groaned, eyes popping open to stare down at Gen as he rocked between mouth and fingers.

  “Of the couch.” Gen’s breath liked to burn, it was so hot. So good.

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” He wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing to anymore.

  “I think we need to do more… rocking. Testing.” Gen lifted up and rubbed against him, cock sliding up along his balls. Those fingers never stopped moving, making him crazy.

  “The things you make me need, darlin’….” He slapped up against Gen, mouth meeting those smiling lips as he moved.

  “Mmm-hmm. Want to make you remember me when we’re apart.” Finally those fingers slipped out and Gen’s cock moved into their place, pushing against his hole.

  “Never fucking forget you.” That was the sweetest goddamn burn. “You’re the one.”

  “Love you, caro. Dale.” Gen pushed inside him, boom, just like that. It was a little too much scrape, and not enough.

  “More. More, now, darlin’. Please.” Please. Christ, he’d never been one to beg, but Gen did it for him.

  “Sì. Oh….” Gen looked like a damned Greek god or something, kneeling between his legs, hips moving back and forth. Muscles clenched and released and sweat started to pool in the hollows of Gen’s collarbones and hips, and God, yeah.

  He reached up, fingers finding Gen’s nipples, pinching and teasing, encouraging the man to give him everything. Gen grunted and started moving faster and faster, slamming into him, making that old couch groan. Nipples hard and cock harder, Gen gave it right to him, spreading him so wide.

  Shit Marthy, the top of his fucking head was going to pop right the fuck off. He grunted as fireworks lit up behind his eyes, balls drawing up so tight they ached.

  “Sweet. Yes. Good. Come for me, caro. I want to see your face.” Gen put both hands under his ass and lifted, sliding so deep he felt sparks go off in his body.

  Heat sprayed over his belly and chest, his entire fucking world distilled down to his cock and his ass.

  Then Gen was off and running, fucking him so hard he saw stars, coming right into him, so hot and good he hollered. Gen panted, stilling, eyes looking right into his, that look saying all sorts of stuff. He reached up, cupped Gen’s jaw in his hand, thumb brushing Gen’s bottom lip. He fucking loved the man more than was reasonable.

  “Mmm. Love.” Gen collapsed right down on him and the couch creaked, but held. “This is indeed a fine sofa.”

  “Uh-huh.” Hot. Good. His.

  “Next we’ll have to try your bed, caro. I want to make sure you can remember me in safety.”

  “The bed. The kitchen counter. The bathtub. There’s lots of surfaces.”

  “Mmm. We shall have to try them all, sì?” Gen just grinned at him, but there was something serious lurking behind them, something they knew would have to happen eventually but didn’t want to talk about.

  “All of them.” He nodded. Yeah. It was gonna have to happen, but it didn’t fucking have to happen today.

  Today they could play. He and Gen were good at that. The rest, well, that could wait until tomorrow.

  At the earliest.

  Chapter Eight

  LORD, HE was tired.

  Bone-tired.

  It was different, being here now and knowing that he wanted to be somewhere else.

  Dale sighed and lit another cigarette, blowing the smoke out the coffee shop window and staring at the little laptop he couldn’t afford and he couldn’t afford not to have.

  Come on now. Study.

  Study, and then maybe he could see if Gen was online. Christ, was it only fucking February?

  Okay, dude. This whole moping-over-your-lover situation is bullshit.

  He was a fucking man, and if he was ever going to be able to be Gen’s partner for real, he needed to focus and work and be able
to be Gen’s equal. Okay? Okay.

  O-fucking-kay.

  “Dale? Man, you’re up late.” Buck Davis plopped down beside him, coffee sloshing a little bit. Lord, for a good guy, Buck was a big ole dork. Still, Buck was cool with the gay thing and the dancing thing, and Lord knew, a guy needed friends. Good, steady friends. “Studying for Old Man Moody’s midterm?”

  “Dr. White’s paper.” On the connective tissue of bovines. Ick.

  “Ew.”

  “Yeah. No shit.”

  “Man, I bet you wish you were jet-setting around with that guy, huh?” There was a mixture of prurient curiosity and flat-out jealousy in that cowboy’s voice. It was going be a while before Buck went jet-setting with anyone, what with a baby coming and a woman planning a quickie wedding before somebody’s daddy grabbed a shotgun. He thought about what Gen would say about that—did superrich folks have surprise babies? Did they call them bonus babies?

  Dale fought the blush at his thoughts and lost. Fuck. But still, yeah. Yeah, he did. “Italy was fucking cool, man. Cold, but damn.”

  “Yeah? Did y’all…? I mean, I know y’all were a… you know, a thing. Are you still?” When he hesitated, Buck nudged him. “Come on. Let me live vicariously. You got this exotic-assed life.”

  “Exotic-dancer life.”

  “Shut up. Are y’all a thing?”

  Were they? Yeah. Yeah, he thought so. “Yeah. He’s busy and I got school ’n stuff, but we are.”

  “When do you get to see him again?”

  “Summer, probably. Maybe spring break, if he can swing it.” He took a deep drag and crushed out his smoke. “When’s the wedding?”

  “Week after next. That’s why I’m here. Will you stand up with me? You don’t gotta wear more than jeans and a good shirt, but Bonnie’s having Lisa Cartwright there, and she’s all about things being even.”

  Lord, Lord. Thank God he was queer as a three-dollar bill. “Sure, buddy. I can do that.”

  “Cool.” Buck looked a little like he might bust apart. “I tell you what, this is just…. You know.”