by BA Tortuga
“Oh.” Josh could understand that, he guessed. “It’s amazing up here. Really. It’s not really what you’re used to. You’ll have to acclimate and buy lip balm again.”
“I’m a little out of breath, yeah.” Kris snorted. “That might be you, though. All that naked skin.”
Josh looked down. Dude. He was wearing…. Well, they used to be gym shorts. Once. A long time ago. “I was working.”
“And your clothes exploded? I’m not complaining. Though I would totally bathe with you. I hit a dust storm in Clovis.”
His brain was confused, his heart was… shit, he didn’t even know what his motherfucking heart was doing, but his cock?
Interested.
Totally into the idea of naked Kris, soap and water.
What? He was a slut.
“Okay. I have a shower. I also have a hot tub.”
“How about we rinse off and then soak?” Kris stood, holding out a hand for him. “Do you mind if I bring Jake and Trike in? I’d hate them to get lost on their first day.”
“No. I’m dog friendly.” He whistled, and Boomer came running, ears slapping like mad things, with the huge black goofball and the demon-looking husky right behind. “Ta-da. Dogs.”
“Thanks. They’re both so good, but Trike was in the shelter for a long time. I don’t want him to run.”
“No. No, I have treats. Come on.” He closed the big bay doors and led Kris out back. His single-wide was hidden behind the studio, with the grill, hot tub, and camp shower between. The dog treats were in a galvanized can, out a little ways from the house. They had bears, after all. The bears could have the treats, but not the hot tub.
Or the dogs, for that matter.
“Nice setup. You’re renting, right?” Trust Kris to think of property.
“Uh-huh. I am. I like it here, but land’s expensive, and I needed to know if I could make it.” He could, though. He knew that now. He’d put all the money he’d spent on a year’s worth of rent back into savings, and he was paying his bills.
“It’s a good spot for your studio, but I’m not sure you’ll want to live here full time.” Kris started stripping off, right there by his shower, as if he did the naked outside thing all the time. Lord, look at that tanned chest and back. Kris looked ripped as hell, like all he’d been doing was working at the ranch.
“You want a hanger for your shirt?” His tongue felt like it was superglued to the top of his mouth, and his prick was doing the dance of joy.
“Nah. It’s pretty trashed. I guess I should have grabbed my bag.” Kris unbuckled his belt, then kicked out of his boots.
Josh slipped off his flip-flops, his shorts, before heading over to uncover and turn on the hot tub. He felt Kris’s eyes on his ass the whole way, just like a physical touch. He made himself chill the fuck out and went to grab the chain of the camp shower, gasping as the icy water poured down on him. Oh. Oh God. So wild.
“Fuck!” Kris jumped, doing the oh God, cold dance.
He arched, letting himself feel it, just go with it. He’d been doing that a lot lately, letting himself feel. What did Cypress call it? Sitting with his emotions.
“Jesus, baby. I could eat you alive, I swear to God. Let me kiss you.” Kris sounded like a starving man faced with a banquet, and seriously, when had Josh ever been able to deny this thing between them?
“Then quit fucking around and kiss me, cowboy.”
Kris yanked him up against that hard body and kissed him silly, lips pressing firmly against his. That hot tongue pushed into his mouth, and he damn near lost it, like a revved-up teenager with Spanish fly. He didn’t hold back a bit, because this was a fucking gift from God.
The cold water was the only thing keeping him from spilling all over Kris’s belly. He grunted when Kris grabbed his asscheek, yanking them closer together.
Kris was hard as nails, and fuck the icy water. Josh wanted to touch, to wrap his fingers around the heavy length, but he was caught there, fingertips digging into Kris’s shoulders.
“Josh. God, your skin. Missed this.” Kris touched him everywhere, one hand holding him up, the other learning his body all over again.
“Yes. Hot tub. Come on, now.” He wanted to touch too, and his fingers were clenched tight.
“Mmm. Wait.” Kris grabbed his jeans on the way to the tub, dripping all over.
Josh got to laughing. Well, in between gasps, because the cold water was dripping from his hair, leaving shocking little rivulets on his back and shoulders.
They plunged into the tub, the warm water making them both grunt.
“Oh God. This is amazing.” Kris didn’t wait to reach for him, though. Not a bit.
He went, floating over to settle in Kris’s lap without so much as a by-your-leave. He straddled those hard thighs, their cocks rubbing together, leaving Josh breathless.
“Want you like breathing.”
“Okay.” He was all over that. They were naked, after all, and so hard a cat couldn’t scratch them.
“In my jeans. Did I drop them?” Kris looked around wildly.
“On the edge there.” He snagged them, leaning back impossibly to reach.
“Lube. Condoms.” Kris waggled his dark brows. “I stopped in Tijeras.”
“You were so sure of my inherent sluthood?” Was that good or bad?
“No. I was just hoping hard.” Kris kissed his mouth, oddly gentle. “I wouldn’t assume anything, baby. Not now.”
“What changed? What happened?” He didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know. “You act like you’ve forgiven me.”
Kris cupped his cheeks with both hands, punctuating words with kisses. “Oh, baby. You were the easy one to forgive.”
“I…. Stop. How. You never could. How could it be easy? Please, cowboy, don’t fuck with me anymore. I can’t make it if you do.” He shook Kris a little, then took another kiss, scared he’d just fucked up this shot again.
“Shh.” Kris turned him so he sat sideways, floating, his head tipped back on Kris’s shoulder. “You know I suck at talking about shit. I feel like I’ve talked and talked to Zack and my friend Ben and Daddy…. It comes down to letting my mom go, taking my brother back.”
Okay, they were killing the mood, but Josh needed this. He needed to know.
“You totally suck at talking. I mean, completely. Dealing with Zack must have about killed you.”
Kris pulled a grimace. “God, he has the psychobabble.”
“No shit on that.” Josh dipped his head in the water, sliding in Kris’s lap. “You came back for me? For real? That’s actually, possibly worth a blowjob.”
He owed Zack a plane ticket to visit. Later. How the amazing son of a bitch had convinced Kris to forgive himself, to make amends—it was wild.
“I want to fuck you, baby. Blowjobs later.”
“Yeah? Okay. I’m all yours.” Which he imagined Kris knew already. He hadn’t managed to be someone else’s in almost six years of trying.
Kris grinned wildly and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, bending him back so far his hair floated on the surface of the water. Kris worked his cock, the calluses dragging on the thin skin of his shaft, giving him a delicious sting.
Josh panted, his heart singing with joy. Something in those bright green eyes had told him Kris was ready, and Josh wanted to believe.
“I don’t deserve it, but believe in me. I got you, baby. I swear to God.”
Okay, had he said something out loud? Josh laughed, grabbing Kris by the short cowboy haircut and yanking him down for more addictive kisses.
Kris gave them, one after another, and not one of them tasted like tears or regret. Not one.
When Kris turned him, he mourned the loss of that mouth, but then Kris was lubing his fingers, slipping them between Josh’s asscheeks, and he was back to happy in seconds.
“You’ve been needing. I can tell.” Kris’s words made laughter bubble right out of him.
“You weren’t here yet.”
“I am now.
” Those callused fingers pushed inside him, leaving no room for anything else. He angled himself up, arching over Kris as he rode, his belly tight as a washboard.
In what seemed like hours but was only seconds, Kris had him ready, open and wet, and that heavy cock was pushing into him.
“Please!” He forced the word out because he needed to say it, needed this to be real and not some evil dream promising him all he’d worked for.
“I got you, baby. I do.” Kris bit his neck, hands sliding down his arms to grab his wrists, and his cowboy began to ride.
His eyes were wide open, the sky celebrating them with pinks and reds, dark blue and bright orange. Fireworks. The whole horizon looked like nature’s fireworks.
“Stay with me,” Kris rumbled. “I want to feel you.”
Josh lifted his head, the universe sparkling around them, Kris the one solid thing in all the world. “I want to be yours, with all my heart.”
“Thank God.” Kris reached beneath the water to touch Josh’s cock again, jacking it in time with their thrusts.
He moaned as the pressure built, his thighs shaking with trying to hold himself together. His balls ached, and Josh knew it would be soon. Really soon.
“Got you. Gonna make you scream for me.”
Like that was a challenge. He was fixin’ to shatter into a thousand pieces.
That hard cock slammed into him, Kris grunting with every push of those hips. That hand worked him, made him cry out over and over.
That was all it took, that thrust and the way Kris looked at him, not an ounce of distrust in those glass-green eyes. Just love. Fuck if he saw anything but love. Finally.
Kris groaned, the sound like someone squeezing a bellows, and his lover was coming, hot as the devil and twice as tempting. They rode out the aftershocks together, both of them leaning hard against the edge of the hot tub.
“I want to take you to a fancy-assed hotel and touch you for a week and feed you room service, baby. I have a dog-friendly place at a spa. Say you’ll come.”
He thought about it for, oh, a heartbeat. At this point, he’d hit rock bottom and had come back. It was worth the risk. “Point me and shoot me. I’ll need pants.”
Kris laughed, the sound loud enough to bring the dogs running, all of them wagging like mad. Josh chuckled, trying to keep Boomer from licking his face.
“I bet we can find pants. If not, I’ll loan you some,” Kris said. “I need cake.”
“I have a Twinkie in the freezer.”
“We can do better than that.” Kris slid free, then hauled Josh up too. “Enchiladas for you. Blue corn things for me.”
“Sounds—” Perfect. “—like heaven.”
31
The hotel Kris found not only had room service and a private spa tub, it had a two-bedroom casita and dog-proof courtyard. With a doggie door big enough for even Jake, who had these paws of doom.
Not to mention a doggie treat basket, and a host of employees eager to play with the three big, boisterous dogs they brought with them.
Hooray, because Kris needed to get Josh some food. Lots. And some sunblock and a hairbrush. He’d been a little stunned at his lover’s state. Josh was obviously living on sunshine and paint.
Not that Josh didn’t look amazing, all tanned and sun bleached and smiling. Still, his ribs stuck out, and he needed to get back on a schedule. One that involved the periodic trashy TV show and a metric shit ton of sex.
Kris chuckled, closing the door on the young man taking Boomer and company off for baths. “Did you find the menu?”
“Uh-huh.” Josh was sprawled in one of the huge overstuffed chairs, just a towel over his midsection. Yum. Those little nipples called to him, the ink on Josh’s chest making him smile.
He reached out, trailed one finger along Josh’s skin, meandering over to stroke that pretty nipple that was teasing him. “So, what are you having?”
“Uh….” Josh’s eyes crossed, the menu falling into his lap. “Huh?”
“Are you having the enchiladas?” Lord, look at that man. No more nerves, no more worry. Josh threw himself into everything full-on.
“I like those. Don’t stop, huh? That feels good.”
Kris could see the way Josh was going hard for him, how that stunning cock was lifting and filling again. So pretty. He plucked the towel away, knowing the dogs would keep Santos busy for at least an hour.
“Should I call and order before or after you give me that blowjob, baby?”
“Mmm. Before? During?” Josh handed him the cordless hotel phone, then tugged him up into the chair and started working the tie on his sweats. “I like during. Make sure there’s guacamole.”
As soon as his cock popped free, Josh’s mouth landed on him like a ton of bricks.
Kris jerked, his breath whooshing out of his lungs. Right. Guacamole. He dialed the room service number, hoping he didn’t embarrass himself. Josh didn’t help, like at all. His lover sucked like a Hoover, and there wasn’t any doubt that Josh remembered everything—every hot spot, every little slap of the tongue and pull that made him nuts.
He drew a deep breath when someone answered. “Hi. Can I get chips and guacamole, two beef enchilada plates, one tres leches, one flourless chocolate, and a pot of coffee for two? Forty-five minutes? Thanks.”
Kris glanced down at Josh after he hung up. “Hear that, baby?”
“Hmm?” Josh took him in to the root, deep-throating him like a fucking pro. Only this was his. Just his, and Kris wasn’t going to share.
Sinking a hand into Josh’s hair, Kris began to rock, riding Josh’s mouth like he needed to. His toes curled, his calves damn near cramping with pleasure. Gritting his teeth made things a little easier, and Kris panted, trying to hang on, because he’d come once today. He should be in control. Then again, hadn’t he decided control was worth letting go?
Josh ran his hands up Kris’s legs and cupped his ass, managing to pull him deeper and stroke across his hole in the small motion. At that point, who needed control?
He needed to push Josh against the back of the chair and let himself go. Kris rocked, thrusting in short, sharp motions. He was careful not to hurt, but he wasn’t about to hide his need.
Kris watched every second, eyes burning from wanting to blink, but he needed this more, needed to watch the way Josh’s cheeks hollowed, how the joy was written on Josh’s face. He’d put that there. Him. He usually caused pain.
Not anymore.
Kris reached down, cupped Josh’s cheek, and shot, boom. Josh took him in, not missing a drop, and he hovered there for a second, waiting for the shaking in his muscles to subside before scooting down and wrapping around his lover.
“That was only about three minutes of forty-five. What are we gonna do now?” Kris asked.
“What do you want to do? Words with Friends? Evil Apples? Huh…. You could probably get an episode of Big Bang Theory in.”
“Or I could play with this.” He wiggled, grabbing Josh’s cock.
“That is also an exceptional plan.” Josh kissed him randomly, just finding places to taste, lick. So tactile.
Kris kissed Josh’s neck, then slid to the floor and leaned in to wrap his lips around Josh’s nipple.
“Oh.” Now that was a good sound, so he did it again. He stroked that sweet prick and licked Josh’s little nub back and forth. Josh didn’t hold back, not pretending to be suave or detached or anything. No, his lover writhed and begged and made Kris feel a little like a god.
Something in Josh had been set free, something he’d glimpsed when they were younger. He could do this forever, stare at Josh and love on him, watch his face in his pleasure.
“You see me, cowboy.” The words sounded satisfied as all get-out.
“I do.” He’d had to see himself, first. All of his flaws, all of his good parts. He got it now.
Josh rocked faster, hands moving like a pair of startled birds. Kris grinned up at him. “You can touch me, baby. I won’t bite. Much.” He nipped at the in
side of Josh’s thigh.
“Toothy.” Josh reached for him, hands pushing into his hair. He leaned in to the touch, letting his head go heavy, even as he kept working Josh’s cock.
That touch made him so damned happy. He kissed the tip of Josh’s dick, since it was right there, a sucking little pressure. He traced the slit with his tongue, relearning the flavor, loving the intimacy of resting here, surrounded by Josh’s scent.
“Please. Kris.” Josh was starting to lose it, his hips pumping up hard.
“Yes, baby.” He shifted a little and started sucking in earnest, rubbing his hands up along Josh’s thighs in rhythm with the bobbing of his head. He loved the salty, bitter flavor on his tongue, and the way Josh’s cock swelled even harder.
Come on, baby. Give yourself up to me. He needed this more than he’d needed his own pleasure.
Josh grunted as if he’d heard, body shaking, and came for him, filling his throat with bitter salt. Fuck, yes. That was his reward.
Soft little sounds escaped Josh, tiny explosions of joy. He grinned around the softening cock he still held. This was going to lead to Josh wanting to do art. Kris remembered that from college. Good thing he’d grabbed a sketchbook and the pencil case while Josh was gathering some clothes.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to find when he pulled into Josh’s drive. What he had was everything he wanted.
Kris pushed up for one more kiss before he grabbed them both a robe. Food and dogs should be back pretty soon, and he wanted to be decent for the hotel employees.
Sure as shit, Josh went for the sketchbook, and this time, he tugged Kris back in his lap. There was no reason for this to be solitary.
Josh laughed, started doodling. “So what happens next? I mean, in the morning when it’s a new day? What are we going to do?”
“Well, I intend to keep you here two or three days and feed you. I also called down for a hairbrush, so I’ll do your hair in a bit.” Kris knew that really wasn’t what Josh wanted to know, though. “I need to find a place up here, but I want your input, since I want you there, too. I’ll understand if it takes time, but I know you’ll keep me grounded, make it a place we could both live.”