Tropical Depression

by BA Tortuga

  “Fuck, Shane. You’d best watch it or I’ll be wanting inside before you’re ready.” Though, really, Shane was ready. Open.

  “’M ready. Yours.” Shane bit Len’s bottom lip hard enough to sting.

  “Get up here, then.” Lifting Shane took nothing, making him feel fucking strong. Galen settled Shane over his cock, letting Shane position it just so before easing that hot body down on him.

  Then he got to watch Shane’s head go back, throat working as he sank deep-deep, burying himself right on in.

  “Oh, Jesus. Shane. Darlin’.” Hot around him, so hot and tight, and Galen started rocking up, the chair sliding beneath him. “Love.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, Len.” He got one of those smiles, wide and wild and a little shocked, like Shane couldn’t believe he was real.

  Moaning, he buried his face against Shane’s neck, inhaling the hot scent of sex and man, licking the sweat off Shane’s skin as they started to really get to it, his cock pushing in over and over. They found their rhythm, settled into it, both of them moving and bucking, working together. Loving together.

  Just what he’d craved all day. He let his hands wander, sliding up Shane’s back, one slipping around to pinch and pull those tight nipples.

  “Mmm. More. More, now.” Like he couldn’t feel it in Shane’s body, that ass clenching around him.

  “Uh-huh.” He pulled again, twisting one little ring until it had to hurt, his cock jerking inside Shane’s body. Then he reached for Shane’s prick, needing to come, needing Shane to come for him.

  Shane gave it right up for him, heat spraying as those muscles fluttered around his prick.

  Galen cried out, his body bucking under Shane’s, so hot and hard as he came, his belly like a board.

  “Uh-huh. Just. Just like that.” Shane’s head rolled.

  He panted. Fuck, yes, like that. And he’d take Shane home and do it all over again. Galen chuckled, reaching for the plug. Shane nuzzled his throat, all close and melty.

  “Mmm. Gonna make you move, darlin’, so I can put the plug in.”

  Mmm…. That got him another squeeze, a shiver. Yeah. “’Kay, Len.”

  Shifting a little, Galen put one arm around Shane to lift him, his cock slipping free finally. He turned Shane on his lap, got the plug all lined up. “Ready?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Shane arched, hips canting to take it in.

  “Oh. Pretty.” The plug slid in easily after what all they’d been up to, catching everything and holding it inside, making Galen moan at the sight. Shane shook a little, hips moving, rocking sweet and slow. Damn. Someone was on fire for him. Galen wasn’t sure why, but he knew he was grateful for it, wanted it. He stroked Shane’s belly, murmuring nonsense words.

  “Take me home.” Shane purred for him, belly tight.

  “You know it.” Chuckling, he moved, got Shane standing. “’Course we have to get dressed.”

  “Damn. Details, details.” He got a wink, a shit-eating grin.

  “Life is in the details.” Like plugs, and chains, and those cuffs at home. He couldn’t wait. “Let’s get a move on, darlin’. I have a lot more thoughts to share with you. At home.”

  “I’m with you, Len. There’s nothing I’d rather.” He knew it was the truth too. Shane was his, through and through.

  Better than a bunch of stuffy old businessmen any day.

  Chapter Fifteen

  OKAY. SO. Muffins?

  Seriously harder to make than advertised.

  The whole cracking eggs thing was nasty and fucked up, with the little bastards sort of shattering everywhere. But he dealt with that. After all, they had paper towels.

  The chopping of the pecans was cool, although the frozen cranberries? Totally aerodynamic. Goob learned pretty quick how to catch them, though, so again, cool.

  The real problem?

  No one said when you put the mixer dealie in the bowl, the flour and shit sort of… exploded.

  Or that, when the explosion happened and you jumped and dumped the cinnamon over onto the burner on the stove—which was only on because he wanted to make hot chocolate too, damn it…. No one said cinnamon caught fire.

  Not big flames, of course.

  Those happened when you whacked the cinnamon bottle with the pot holder.

  Fucking muffins.

  It was the smoke alarm that finally brought Len up from the little workshop they’d built over the summer, Len sticking his head in the door. “You okay, Shane?”

  “Uh. Yes?” He looked over, pot holder smoking in his hand, mixer whirring away.

  Galen came all the way in and plucked the smoldering cloth off his hand, then turned on the faucet and dunked it in the sink. “Whatcha doin’?”

  “Making muffins.” He motioned over to the goo slowly climbing up the mixer doohickeys like the Blob. Wicked and also vaguely creepy. “I think.”

  Peering at the mix, Galen made an odd noise. “Maybe we should go to IHOP.”

  “I followed the recipe, Len. I did.” He turned off the mixer, watching the goo sort of slink back into the bowl. “Man, this cooking shit? Harder than bartending.”

  “Yeah. Well, it’s the whole solids thing. Not much of that in mixology.” Len took the mixer away gently, then grabbed him and kissed him.

  Oh. Oh, much nicer than cooking. He pushed up, tongue sliding right alongside Galen’s and stroking. “Mmm… what was that for?”

  “Because you didn’t burn yourself or chop anything off with mixer blades, darlin’. I like you whole.” Galen squeezed his ass.

  He chuckled, rubbing right up against Galen, eyes rolling. “You know Goob likes cranberries. Those little things? Like buckshot.”

  “Yeah. They’ll come out of him whole.” He almost missed that one with the way Len was all over him, bending him back over the counter, but ew.

  “That’s disgust…. Oh….” Galen’s teeth found a sweet spot, and things went hot and melty for a minute. “Yeah.”

  Soft kisses soothed the sting, but only for a bit, because Galen bit him again. Right there. “Hmm?”

  One leg went up, wrapped around Galen’s hip, tugging them together. “Again. Len.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, darlin’.” Len bit again, making him tingle, making a mark pop up; he could damned well feel it.

  He fucking loved that, loved Galen’s hunger on him. “More.”

  “What do you want, darlin’? Ain’t nothing I won’t give for you, you know that.” All the while Galen was nipping at him, hands squeezing.

  “Anything you’ll give me, Len. Just want you like nothing else.” He gasped, groaned, rubbing them right together.

  “Yeah?” Now there was a new note in Galen’s voice, but he couldn’t figure it, not with Galen reaching between them to rub his cock.

  “Uh. Uh-huh. Oh. Len, s’ good.”

  “It is. Been thinking.” Len pushed Shane’s sweats out of the way and grabbed him, hot-as-hell fingers wrapping around him and squeezing as Galen sucked up a mark on his shoulder.

  “Thinking….” His head fell back, hit the cabinet, hands all tangled up in Len’s thick hair. Fuck, yes. So good.

  That short beard scraped his skin, Galen’s teeth following, Galen’s other hand coming up to pinch and pull his nipple rings. “About stuff we can do.”

  He was trying to follow along, honest, but those fingers, those teeth.

  And his nipples.

  Damn.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Oh. Oh, man. Galen kinda… hoisted him, bending him back to suck and lick at his nipples, pulling the rings with his teeth. “Want to… oh, darlin’. You taste good.”

  Oh, this way his balls were rubbing against Len, nipples just on fucking fire. “Gonna come. Galen. Love.”

  “Go on, darlin’. Want to see and feel and….” Galen trailed off, biting him hard.

  That was all she wrote. He grunted and his balls jerked, and he blew a gasket, coming so hard he saw stars.

  “Oh fuck, Shane.” Galen drew back, opened his jeans up
and stroked his own cock maybe two or three times. The smell of Galen as he came couldn’t be confused with anything else.

  “Mmm. Oh. Man. Gotta cook more often.”

  “You nut.” Galen grinned at him, looking down at the cabinet. “Oh Lord. We’d best clean up before Goob gets in here and thinks you spilled muffin mix.”

  “Gross!” He snorted and got down, started working on his mess. “Well, I tried to surprise you, man.”

  “And you have my unending admiration.” Yeah, the way Galen was staring at his ass, he would bet that was true. But not for the muffins.

  He snorted again, making sure to give a little wiggle, maybe even a bump and grind. “Perv.”

  Speaking of pervyness. Pervitude? Perviosity? “What were you thinking?”

  “Huh?” The refrigerator opened and closed, and a beer dangled in front of his nose. “Oh. I was just… well. There was this thing I saw one time.”

  “Thanks for clearing that right on up.” He chuckled, grabbed the beer. “Was it bigger than a bread box?”

  Once his hand was free, Len swatted him with it. “No. Though from the look on the one guy’s face, you would have thought it was bigger than anything.”

  “Yeah? Like a dildo?” Those were sort of okay. Less cool than the plugs, which always got them both going, and they had the one that vibrated and could make his eyes roll up in the back of his…. Oh, hell, yes.

  “More organic.” Which made him think of carrots and cucumbers. Ew. But Len went on, “I was thinking more like putting my hand in you.”

  Galen’s cheeks were red as anything, and he wouldn’t quite look up.

  “Like your hand-hand.” He sort of blinked. He knew that, in theory, it could possibly maybe happen. They had most of the rubber hand he’d got Len for a present, after all. (Damn Goob and teething—that rubber thing had seen better days.) Still…. “Are you sure that’s not a myth? Like mermaids or Godzilla?”

  Now Len looked at him, and man. Wow. Molten. That look was hotter than the burning pot holder. “I’m sure.”

  “Oh.” The whole cleaning thing sort of got forgotten, and he stepped forward. “You…. You ever done it? I mean, for real?”

  “No. Not ever. That seemed like something that needed trust, and well….” Len snorted. “You saw who I used to hang with.”

  He growled some, nodded. Assholes. Lousy fuckers. He could get himself all riled up on Len’s behalf.

  “You, though….” Galen touched his cheek, fingers still damp. “You, I could see it with.”

  “I….” He looked at Galen’s hand, right up close. He’d never even consider it with anyone else. Ever. “How would you pick which one to use?”

  “I’d use my right hand, darlin’. It’s my dominant hand, so I’d have more control. Not ever gonna hurt you.” Galen leaned down, kissed him hard. “Not ever.”

  Oh.

  He opened right up, want making a hot little ball in his belly. He’d do damn near anything to keep that look in Len’s eyes. Even shit that could possibly seriously wig a man out.

  Galen kissed him until he couldn’t breathe at all, rubbing against him, reminding him they were both still half in, half out of their clothes.

  Oh, man, he was getting hard again. Len playing was a huge turn on, no matter which way it went. Made him ache inside.

  “Oh damn, Shane. Can you just see it? Me stretching you? Getting you ready? Holding you?” Len was hard against him again, cock rising fast, so hot.

  He groaned, images flashing through his head, teeth nipping Galen’s earlobe. “Couldn’t do it with anybody but you. Couldn’t let somebody in so deep. Only… only you, Len.”

  “Love you, darlin’. I… oh. Fuck.” Galen yanked at his sweats, pulling them down before pushing him back up on the counter again, this time so he was sitting right on it. Then Galen bent and put that sweet mouth on him, sucking the head of his cock.

  “Galen!” He whacked his head against the cabinet again, but this time he didn’t care. He just needed that mouth sucking him, working him, hotter than the hinges of hell.

  There was no answer but the wet sound of Len’s mouth on him, the feel of Len’s hands spreading his thighs so wide they ached. That mouth worked him, lips sealed tight around him as Galen went all the way down to his curls. He gripped the edge of the counter, hips rocking in short, hard little bursts.

  Rough and wet, Galen’s tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, lips pulling against him all the way up. Those hands slid down, lifted his balls, Galen’s fingers sliding across his hole.

  “Gonna… gonna be your hand.” He jerked, coming just like that, at the thought.

  Galen swallowed right down, cheek resting against his thigh for a minute before Galen shoved up against him, letting him taste himself on those swollen lips.

  “Yeah, darlin’. Mine. Fuck. I need.”

  “Yours. Come on. Come on, now.” He shifted forward, spreading wide, offering.

  “Oh, Shane. Damn.” Galen lunged, taking just enough time to slick up with some spit before pushing into him, not waiting for anything. The burn was so damned good, harsh, but good. They banged together, grinding and grunting, the cabinet biting into his ass and making everything bigger, huge.

  He could hear Len’s knees hitting the cabinet under him, could feel every thrust travel up his spine. Galen’s skin shone with sweat, a drop of it rolling down the side of Len’s face to land on Shane’s belly.

  “Fuck. Fuck, love you. Feel you everywhere.” Their teeth clicked when they kissed, Shane’s eyes rolling with the heat.

  Galen grunted into his mouth, hips moving sharp and hard, that cock swelling inside him. “Darlin’! Gonna. Fuck.”

  Yeah. That was that. Galen shot deep inside him, filling him right up.

  Shane held on, breathing, petting, watching Galen as they came back to Earth.

  “Oh God, Shane. You’re something else.”

  “Gotta….” He grinned, chuckled. “Gotta make up for the whole not-cooking thing somehow.”

  “You more than make up for it, darlin’. Trust me. How about I make pancakes?” Galen smiled at him, looking sated, those eyes so dark.

  “Mmm….” Galen’s pancakes rocked. And syrup? Added bonus. “I’ll keep you company and make coffee.”

  Galen hooted. “That I know you can make…. You think the muffin mix would make good dog biscuits?”

  “Maybe. Goob likes the cranberries. Ooh. Precut-up pecans for your pancakey convenience.”

  “Mmm.” Kissing him again before easing away, Galen nodded. “I can use those. And you? You think about it, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded back, met Galen’s eyes. “Yeah, Len.”

  “Good.” He got one more kiss before Galen moved away to toss his muffins and start on pancakes. He probably wouldn’t think about anything else for a while.

  Except maybe the cranberry stuck to his ass.

  GALEN CAME home from the grocery with beer and ham salad and some of those fancy chocolate chip muffins. It’d been a few days, but Shane would be craving them again, and Lord knew, he didn’t want the guy to lose a finger in the mixer.

  He got the groceries put away, got them both a muffin and some milk, and went looking for Shane.

  “Hey, darlin’? I got you something.”

  “Huh? Oh. Uh. Bathtub. Be right out.” Oh, he so knew that husky, low tone of voice. Someone was polishing his morning—midafternoon—wood.

  Like he was gonna let Shane finish without him at least watching. Goob was out, so Galen set the muffins and drinks down on the coffee table and went on in to the bathroom and leaned in the doorway.

  “Hey, you.”

  “Hey.” The bubbles covered up the evidence, but the water was rocking, Shane flushed. “How… mmm… how’re you?”

  “I’m good.” He hooked his fingers in his belt loops, looking down at Shane from under his hat, which he hadn’t had a hand to take off. “Lookin’ good.”

  Shane groaned, looked him up and down.
“You are. Damn. Was thinking about you.”

  “Yeah?” Popping the top button of his jeans, Galen spread his stance, letting Shane see the bulge rising in his jeans. “What were you thinking, darlin’?”

  “Yeah. Thinking about… stuff. Fuck, you’re fine.”

  “What kind of stuff?” He knew Shane loved it when he got growly, so he let his voice get all deep and low.

  Oh, look at the way Shane arched for him. Luscious. “About… about the stuff we were talking about the other day. About how it made you look.”

  “You liked that, huh?” Fuck, he knew Shane had been thinking about it. Just knew it. He had to lower his zipper too, give himself more room. “I want to, Shane. Want to see your face when I do.”

  Shane nodded, eyes on his prick, on his belly, chest flushed dark. “Yeah. Yeah, Len. I want it.”

  He loved the way Shane’s nipple rings glinted with soap, loved the way he could read Shane’s thoughts by the color of that fine-grained skin. Right now those thoughts must be pretty damned hot. Galen pulled his cock all the way out, stroking it a bit.

  “Oh. Want.” One of Shane’s hands slid up, tweaked one nipple, tugged the pretty little ring.

  Hell, yes. But he was gonna tease them both more first. It had been a while since they played, and right now? He was enjoying the watching. He pushed his jeans all the way down, bent to pull both them and his boots off before unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of it too. The hat he kept. “Want what, Shane?”

  Shane’s chuckle was a little rough, breathless. “You. Shit, Len. I want you.”

  “You got it, darlin’.” He wandered over to the tub, putting a hint of extra swagger in it. “All of me.”

  One hot, wet hand reached out for him, wrapped right around his cock.

  “Uhn.” His breath left his lungs with a whoosh, and Galen arched, pushing into Shane’s hand. “Oh damn.”

  “Uh-huh….” Shane sat up, stroking him, lips parted, just watching.

  His cock throbbed, his balls drawing up as Shane’s fingers stroked over the tip, dipping into the slit. Fuck, that was good. He reached out, trying to touch Shane’s face or throat, anything he could get to.

  “Look at you….” Shane moved, lips moving over his fingers, his knuckles, dragging over them.