by BA Tortuga
Julian parked and they sat there, just for a few heartbeats. “Come on, then. Let’s go. We’ll see if we can’t start a fire.”
“I think all we have to do is rub a little to do that. We might burn this place down.”
“You know it.” One more time, Julian slid down out of his truck and this time Kaycee followed, limping a little, but not giving a shit anymore.
Julian grabbed their bags and they headed in, the luggage thumping to the ground as Kaycee locked the room's door.
They turned to face one another, both of them grinning like fools. Then he reached for Julian, wanting to touch. The hard body pushed up against him, hands wrapping around his hips. They slapped together from chest to hip, and he didn’t have to ask if Julian kissed. That mouth pressed to his, easier than pie.
Oh, sweet fuck, that was what he’d been craving. Julian kissed him like it was the only thing the man wanted to do, ever. Kaycee grabbed that tiny ass and rubbed them together, really giving as good as he got. A healthy bulge pressed against his hip, proving that Julian was with him, into it and wanting.
God, it had been a long time and never this hot this fast.
One hand wrapped around the back of his head, tilted him so the kiss could deepen. He moaned into the kiss, letting Julian taste him. Strange as hell, the feeling of letting someone else take control.
Julian kissed him like it was the only thing on the cowboy’s mind, like they could do that, all day. He loved that flavor, the slow, heavy touches of their tongues. His fingers wrapped around Julian’s braid and held on, the thick column of hair silky and heavy in his hand.
He wanted to see the soft stuff spread out on a pillow, but that could wait.
Right now he wanted these heated, needy kisses, the way Julian fucked his lips. He wanted to feel more skin,too, so he got to work on the starched shirt Julian wore.
An approving sound buzzed against his mouth and Julian started at his belt buckle, popping it and his fly open. His cock pushed up, slapping against Julian’s hand.
“Yeah.” Julian started jacking him, just getting him off, straightaway, that rough hand moving up and down.
“Gonna make me blow if you keep that up, honey.”
“You want to go for a two-fer? Get the edge off?”
“Fuck yes.” As long as he wasn’t going it alone, he was good.
“Good deal.” Another kiss landed on his lips, stealing his breath and blowing his mind.
Panting, he tried to get Julian’s clothes open if not off. Skin. Damn it.
Julian backed off just enough to strip off, showing off a deeply tanned, smooth chest with tiny, dark nipples.
Kaycee moaned, touching that sweet skin, feeling everything he could. It was tough, though, because that hand kept working him, over and over. He grunted, rocking into that amazing touch.
“Come on, man, then we’ll go to the bed.”
“Yeah? Close.” He gritted his teeth, ready to blow.
“Good.” Lips brushed his jaw, his ear, teasing him. “Come on.”
He came, just like that, like Julian had some kind of crazy, magical orgasm command.
That callused hand eased, smoothing his spunk into his shaft, motion oddly delicate. He shivered, his balls still drawn up tight to the base of his shaft.
“You got good hands.”
“I hope so.” Julian’s wink was playful as all get out, teasing him.
“Well, I knew you were a good roper, huh?” He danced Julian to the bed.
“Got all my fingers, too.”
“No shit?” He looked and sure enough, Julian had all of his digits. “Will it freak you out that I’m missing half my left thumb?”
“Nope. Let me see?”
He held up his left hand, the thumb cut short in a roping accident. Happened all the damned time.
Julian leaned forward and sucked his thumb in, shocking the fuck out of him. No one had ever done anything like that in his life. If he hadn’t come already, he would have then. Bang.
He groaned and pushed Julian down, straddling Julian’s thighs. His turn.
Julian laughed, sounding happy and surprised. “What are you gonna do now that you got me?”
“It’s time for you to lose your mind a little bit, honey.”
“I’m all yours.”
“I could get behind that.” Though really he was on top of that. He grabbed Julian’s cock, stroking nice and firm.
Julian’s eyes crossed, heels digging into the mattress so the man could thrust up into his touch. Yeah, that was pretty. Like a good bronc rider, all abs and thigh muscles. He worked the tip with both hands, palms rolling over the head.
He watched Julian’s face, those dark cheeks even darker with a flush of pleasure. He had to bend and kiss that mouth, pushing in to taste Julian again. Sweet. And spicy. Lord, this man was something else. He took long kisses, keeping them slow in contrast to his hands, which he worked faster and faster, feeling Julian’s heartbeat throb between his palms. The steady thump ran fast, as quick as Julian’s breath.
A low keening filled the air, Julian nearly wild under him.Yeah, a two-fer was so going to be the way to go. He pushed back even more, his legs on either side of Julian’s ankles, and bent to lick the cock he held.
“Kaycee!” Julian bowed up, shoulders digging into the mattress, belly flushed dark red.
“Mmm.” He wasn’t one to talk with his mouth full, so he went down, sucking all the way he could reach.
It took two thrusts and Julian was shooting, crying out his name over and over. Pretty good for someone who just met. He was making an impression, just like Julian had.
Julian settled on the mattress, panting hard, tongue wetting his lips.
“Yeah. You want some dessert now, honey?” He would be content to snuggle until round two, but they did have pie.
Julian nodded, grabbed him and kissed him so hard his breath caught.
Maybe they could start round two right now.
One of Julian’s hands wrapped around his hip, strong and hotter than the hinges of hell. Kaycee could feel each individual finger, pressing into his skin. It made all sorts of parts take notice, that touch.
“You blow my mind, man.” Julian moaned against his lips, nibbling at him.
“Good. Never been this hot, honey.” It was true, so he might as well say it.
“I like hearing that.” Julian’s thumb slid over his hipbone, digging in and touching him deep.
“Do you?” HIs toes curled and his hips did a slow roll. Bump. Grind.
“I do. Damn, man. Look at you ride.”
“I used to ride broncs, before I got into breeding bucking horses.” He chuckled. “Rode a bull or two .”
“I was a roper.” Julian’s fingers slid up his cock, teasing him. “You want to ride now?”
“Hell, yes. Want you.”
“I got a rubber. You have any slick in your stuff?”
“I do. I use it to jack off.” His cheeks heated.
“Oh, I’d give a lot to see that one day.”
“Yeah? I would take you up on it, but not now.”
“No. Now I need to touch and feel. Both.”
“God. You light my fire, man.” He rolled again.
“Uh-huh.” Julian was stroking him, petting his cock with long, slow strokes. Made his eyes cross, made him moan. Fuck, that was hot as a two-dollar pistol.
“What were we… Oh. Slick stuff. If you want me to get it, you’d better let me now.”
“I’ll do it, but you gotta scoot your butt over.” That grin was wicked.
“Where?” Kaycee chuckled, moving off to one side.
Julian hopped up and grabbed his ditty bag and tossed it to him, digging out a couple of squares and putting them on the bed. He chuckled. “You think I’m up for more than two?”
“A man can hope.” Julian pushed right up against him, all grins. “Besides, we got the morning, too.”
“We do. I don’t have to catch up to Jonny until two.”
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“I don’t have to be at work ‘til Thursday’s event.”
“Damn. We can have us some fun.” He held Julian close, the strong body feeling so good.
They spooned together, Julian’s hands dragging over him, fingers pushing deep again, letting him feel it in his bones. The effect was one of sensual massage.
He found himself moaning, head falling back and Julian took immediate advantage, lips on his throat. Panting, he let the man suck and lick, feeling like a teenager.
His heart was pounding in his chest, his cock heavy and making his balls ache. Julian took the reins and ran with the bit, taking charge. The feeling was unusual, but Kaycee liked it. It wasn’t rough or nothing, just… fuck, it felt good to let someone else drive a bit.
Julian kissed him again, deep and hard, really burning his lips. He wrapped one leg over Julian’s hip, encouraging.
“So fucking good.” Julian rolled atop him, pushing down, moving them a little faster.
“Uh-huh.” He swallowed hard. “You want to do me?”
“Fuck yes.” Julian nodded, grabbed the slick. “How do you like it?”
“No clue, man. I haven’t let someone in since high school.” He just hoped he liked it at all.
“Then we’ll take our time.” Julian backed off a little and encouraged him to turn over, hands landing on his shoulders of all things, fingers working him.
Tension melted away under those strong hands, his body melting down into the bed.
“Mmm.” The touching went on and on, trailing on his spine, teasing the small of his back. Then Julian worked his thighs, his calves, so fucking gentle on his feet, but firm enough he didn’t get ticklish.
Which was good. Kicking the man in the face would suck.
Slowly those drugging touches moved north, thumbs sliding on his ass and it was easy as pie, to open up, let Julian touch him. He spread his thighs farther, tilting his butt up.
Hands as hot as anything spread him and then something hotter touched his hole. Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Kaycee arched, his back stretching impossibly. “Jesus, that’s good.”
“Mmm.” The soft hum vibrated against him, then that tongue touched him again, trying to drive him out of his fucking mind.
No one had ever done this to him, ever. He was gonna explode, just boom.
It went on and on, almost to the edge of where need and desperation met, and then two slick fingers pressed in, damn near making him scream. He bore down, trying to get his body to remember how to do this, but Julian took all the time he needed, not rushing a bit.
By the time that third finger slipped in, he was melted again, ready for it and more.
“Julian. Come on, man. I’m ready to ride.”
“Thank God.” Another kiss landed on his shoulder, then he heard the crinkle of the rubber.
Kaycee wanted to watch. but lifting his head was too damned much effort. He felt too good right where he was. The touch of Julian’s cock to his hole made him flinch, but Julian was patient, rocking against him, waiting for him to press back and take the tip in.
He panted, the stretch burning harder, seeming like more than those fingers had been.
“I got you.” Julian’s hands kept touching him, dragging on his back, his sides. It was oddly like he was a fractious horse that needed gentling.
“‘M okay. Seriously.” He was. He pushed up on his knees a little more, demanding.
“More than okay. Blowing my mind.” Julian grabbed his hips, rocking in deeper.
“Fuck, yes.” His body adjusted quickly, craving more of that long cock.
They found a rhythm pretty quick and he loved it, moving fast. They slapped together, sounds pouring out of them. He felt every fucking inch and, when Julian eased him up so he was sitting on the muscled thighs, he started riding like it was the short go. He leaned his head back, his prick jutting up, and he grabbed it, stroking hard.
Julian’s mouth was on his shoulder, teeth teasing, deep grunts filling the air. They moved and rocked and cried out together, roaring toward the finish.
“Come on. Come on my cock, man. Need you.” Julian's words were damn near growled, teasing him, brushing past his ear.
“Oh, God.” He jerked hard, his second orgasm surprising him with its violence. His brains were probably coming out his ears.
Julian’s arms stayed wrapped around him, the touch sure, strong. “Damn.”
He was embarrassed to admit he had no idea if Julian had come. “Yeah, buddy.”
Julian slipped from his body, hand trembling as he got rid of the condom. “Made me a little crazy, man.”
“You killed a few brain cells, I think.” He chuckled, just tickled pink. This guy made him nuts. He liked it.
“Can’t think of a better way to go.” Julian stood and got rid of the rubber, then tossed a towel to him before grabbing the to go containers.
“No shit. Crap, is the ice cream still okay?”
“Uh…” The little containers were opened and Julian winced. “I hope I was worth losing a scoop of vanilla.”
Damn. He was afraid of that. They’d slipped off the dry ice when he tossed them down in his eagerness to get to Julian. “We’ll use it like a sauce, huh? Maybe lick it off each other.”
“Oh. I like how your mind works.” Julian grinned at him, those eyes catching the lamplight.
“There is that other condom, after all.” He was so spent right now he was sore, but he’d never rule out another hard-on.
“You know it, honey.” Julian’s finger stroked a line along his dick. “I’m hoping for a ride of my own.”
“You got it. Now, give me pie.” Man, he needed to eat something if he was this demanding. He grinned to soften the grumpy sound.
A chunk of pecan pie was torn off, popped in his mouth, all sweet and rich. Yum. He dipped a little in the ice cream and fed Julian a bite. That was even better, watching that.
Julian hummed, licked his fingers clean. “That’s good pie.”
“It is. I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”
“Mmhmm.” Julian swooped in, licked his bottom lip clean. Kaycee’d never been with someone so comfortable in his skin.
“So, what did you say your next event was?” He wanted to see this man again. A lot.
“Pueblo. This next weekend.”
“Well, good deal. Maybe we can, uh, hang out.” Lame. So lame.
“I’d love to hang out. Eat. Watch bad TV. Fuck like bunnies.”
“That sounds like the best plan I’ve heard in years.” He’d always said his horse had brought him every good thing in his life.
“Well, then, we have a plan, you and me.” Julian fed him another bite of pie.
He licked his lips, then Julian’s fingers. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
One way or another, they were gonna ride.
End
Loadin’ Up
Copyright © 2014 by BA Tortuga
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