Things that Go Bump in the Night

by BA Tortuga

  “You do have the best ideas….” He leaned, gave Collin a kiss that threatened to send him fluttering.

  “I try, honey.” Collin laid him out on the bed, facedown, and climbed on top of him, rubbing at his back and shoulders. Carefully avoiding his wings. Or lack of wings. Whatever.

  “Oh.” The fever started easing, the pain slipping away. He could feel it. What the hell?

  “Better? Yeah? What else can I do?” Working closer to the edges of his wounds, Collin really dug in, and he wanted to cry out with it.

  “That. That. You can do that.”

  He was in heaven.

  Pun intended.

  “They hurting you? I can get something. Some cream….” But Collin didn’t stop touching, just kept on rubbing.

  “Just don’t stop. They’re healing, or trying to.”

  “Okay. I won’t stop.” Scooting up to sit closer to his ass, Collin leaned in, putting some weight behind the touches. He pushed back against each touch, ass rubbing against the heavy half-hard cock.

  “Oh. Damn. I swear, you already done for me, honey. I don’t want to be greedy.” Collin sounded out of breath and needy and, yeah, greedy.

  “Only greedy if we both don’t want it, Collin.” Fuck knew they both wanted it.

  “I want. Want you to feel good.” Kissing the back of his neck, Collin rocked against him, letting him feel.

  “I’m a fan. Honestly. Trust me.” He stretched a little, thighs parting in a clear invitation.

  “Damn. Oh damn. We really ought to get something to use.” Poor Collin was obsessed with rubbers and lube.

  “Mmm. In me.” Like he was going to get infected.

  “Are you sure?” The man was about to explode. He thought he might be able to hear Collin’s skin creaking, trying to hold it all in.

  “In me. You need. I can tell.” He groaned, rested his chin on his hands, making the offer clear.

  “So do you,” Collin whispered, licking at his shoulder, cock pushing right between his asscheeks. Hot as fire. Hard. So ready for him.

  “I do.” He did and it felt amazing to admit it.

  “I got you. Give you what you want.” That voice set little fires in him, burning in his belly and in his head, making him cry out when Collin settled deep inside him.

  His knees spread, hips canting back for more, deeper. Hands on his hips, pulling him up, Collin began to move, cock pushing inside over and over. The man was so desperate for him, so ready. He kept letting Collin in, kept moving so that cock speared him, filled him.

  Healed him.

  Warm, damp skin and hard muscles pressed against his back, Collin loving on him, kissing that spot just below his ear. That one. The one that drove him crazy.

  “Collin.” He felt his body clench, felt the way Collin jerked inside him.

  “Babe….” Moaning, Collin thrust once, twice more, slapping against his ass. Then the man came for him. Again. Just like that.

  His own orgasm surprised him, pouring out of him, hot and fierce and wild.

  “Sweet, babe. That’s it. Let it go.” For someone who professed to be a sinner, going straight to hell, Collin cared for him so well.

  His orgasm kept on and on, vibrating through him, echoing in him over and over. He almost laughed. It was like ringing a bell. The boss did have a sense of humor.

  “You better, honey?” Collin asked, sliding out of him slowly and kissing the back of his neck.

  “I feel like a new man.” A real man.

  “Good. We could have a nap and then some supper, huh?” Yawning hugely, Collin snuggled right to his side. “Long day.”

  “Mmm-hmm. It was.” His eyes closed, rest coming to him.

  “Sleep, honey. It’ll be better when you wake up.” Collin settled, soft snores starting almost immediately.

  Too bad. He wanted to tell Collin it was better already.

  COLLIN WOKE, stretching and yawning, feeling warm and damned good. Happy, even. Which after his day, was kind of amazing. Gaz was a hell of a distraction. He scratched his belly, listening to it rumble.

  Huh.

  Food would be good.

  He elbowed Gaz in his somehow elegant, pale ribs.

  “Uhn?” Those two-toned eyes flashed open, blinking at him for a minute before he got a lovely smile. “Hey.”

  “Hey, you. Want some food?” There had to be something in there.

  “I do. I feel amazing.” That strong body crawled right over the top of him, rubbing as he got a mind-blowing kiss.

  “Mph.” Collin wrapped around Gaz, hands sliding on that amazing skin, letting it fill him with a different kind of hunger.

  That pale skin wasn’t even a little feverish anymore, the man’s back feeling… damn near normal.

  “Uh. I guess you don’t need Bactine anymore, huh?” It felt odd, how smooth the once-jagged skin was.

  “I feel better. You’re good medicine.” Those lips were enough to make him nuts.

  “Am I?” No one had ever thought he was good for shit. Hoo boy. Look at him, all helpful. He rubbed, one leg curling up over Gaz’s hip.

  “You are. Addictive.” Gaz started licking, humming over his skin, teeth almost sharp on his nipple.

  His body went sproing, his hips pumping up as his cock went from interested to hot as hell. Aching. Collin could handle addictive. He knew the feeling. Gaz didn’t seem to be in a bit of a hurry either. The damned man spent a good, long time sucking and nibbling on one nipple, then the other. Not to mention the skin around them got attention.

  “I…. Gaz.” Lord love a duck, he was gonna go up in smoke. His skin felt superheated, his cock hard as nails.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Gaz scooted down a little, started on his ribs.

  “You’re gonna make me crazy. I can tell.” That hair just called his fingers, and he threaded them through the heavy mass, loving how it curled around them, how it clung to his calluses.

  “I promise to make it worth the trip.” Gaz’s pointed chin nudged his cock, rubbed the tip.

  “It is already.” The strange guy had turned his life upside down, had made it impossible for him to maintain a bad mood. It was tough to be grumpy when he was getting regular blowjobs. Regular, enthusiastic blowjobs, complete with moaning and touching and that tongue, pushing into the tip of his cock.

  “Honey, I…. Please.” Hadn’t he just come a few hours ago? It didn’t feel like it. His balls felt tight, full.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Gaz wasn’t in a hurry, eyes closed, mouth around his cock, pulling sweet and easy as all get-out.

  Shifting, Collin grabbed Gaz’s shoulders, knowing the guy liked it, knowing it somehow gave Gaz comfort. Whatever he could do, he would. Fair was fair. That earned him a hum, a deep vibrating growl around his cock that made his toes curl up.

  “Honey…. Babe. I just…. God.” That growl had him shaking like a leaf, wanting to come already. “What do you want?”

  “You.” Gaz turned, letting him have that cock to touch and taste, even as Gaz took him down to the root.

  Oh, that worked. Grabbing those lean hips, Collin pulled, getting his mouth around the head of Gaz’s prick, sucking gently.

  He got another growl, Gaz moaning for him. He sucked harder in return, his hands moving, squeezing, loving on that hot body. That skin was so fine, so smooth.

  Gaz spread him, fingers working his balls in their sac, carefully rolling them. Quick as anything, he licked his fingers, getting them good and wet. Then he pushed them against Gaz’s hole, wanting in again. Those lean thighs parted, Gaz eager, easy against him.

  Sometimes he had to wonder at his luck, finding this guy on the road. Then again, he had to keep down the questions, like when Gaz would leave for California. For now, he focused on pushing inside that body, feeling Gaz still stretched from last time. His cock slipped into Gaz’s throat, the tight muscles opening and closing around the tip, driving all those thoughts right away.

  Shouting, Collin drove up, his mouth working that cock like there was no t
omorrow. They just got hotter and moved faster, rubbing furiously like a pair of…. Oh fuck. Who could think like this?

  Grunting, Collin let his teeth just graze the shaft of Gaz’s cock, hoping the man would take the hint and do the same for him. That tiny flash of pain always made him want to scream.

  Just like clockwork, Gaz gave it to him, the sting making his thigh muscles go sproing.

  Collin took a deep breath through his nose, rolling up to take Gaz all the way in. He was fucking inspired. Gaz’s cock throbbed on his tongue, salt dripping faster and faster. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue all the way up and down, then sucked hard at the base. Collin crooked his fingers inside Gaz, searching, needing to find just the right spot.

  That sound rang out—the one that fucking rang inside him—and he hit the spot again, and again, until that hot spunk poured into him. Collin whimpered, taking it all in before he finally let himself come, his cock throbbing, heat shooting out of him.

  Gaz’s cheek rested on his thigh, soft chuckles tickling him. “Good appetizer.”

  “Second appetizer, even. So what do we want to eat?” After slipping his fingers free, Collin patted Gaz’s ass with his other hand, feeling loose and easy in his skin.

  “I like anything, really. What do we have?”

  “Uh. Pot pies. Hamburgers. I could order a pizza, but it takes them forever to get out here.”

  “Hamburgers work for me.” Gaz nuzzled his belly, hummed. “You should come to California with me. I can get my papers, access to my bank, my money.”

  “I….” Damn, he didn’t want to talk about Gaz leaving, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to go to California either.

  “Oh. Right. I forget people aren’t as footloose.” Gaz chuckled, pulled away, pale hair wild all about him. “How should I help with the food?”

  “As footloose as what?” That made no sense. Collin touched that hair, unable to stop himself.

  “As we are.” Gaz leaned into him, leaned into his touch.

  “You who?” Okay, that made him feel like an idiot. Yoo hoooooooo.

  “I told you. I’m a fucking angel. Was. I think. I mean, I assume I still am, in theory more than in practice. Although I’m not so sure. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to go back to that fucking job. I want you.”

  “Angel. Right.” He’d think Gaz was completely crazy if it wasn’t for the whole back thing.

  Gaz nodded. “Bizarre but true.”

  “So, how do you like your hamburger? And really, where in California?” Taking a kiss, Collin crawled out of bed.

  “I like it cooked.” Gaz grabbed his ass, squeezed. “Napa Valley. I like the weather.”

  “Wine, huh?” Chuckling, he wiggled his ass, knowing it was a decent one. Or at least so he’d been told.

  “Wine. Grapes. Luscious food. Sun.”

  “Huh. Well, I could use a vacation.” After he finished his community service.

  “Vacations are healthy, you know.” Those hands squeezed again.

  “They are.” Pressing back was the only option, so Collin did, letting Gaz have his ass.

  “I would like for you to come. There are beautiful things to see. I have a bed.”

  “Is it a big bed?” His was big enough, but he’d play along. Something told him that anyone as sensual as Gaz would have an amazing bed.

  “Of course. It’s made out of an old grape vine. It was a gift.” Those hands just kept moving.

  “A grape—do they get big enough?” He didn’t know dick about grapes, but he knew how good Gaz’s hands felt.

  “They do, if given enough time.” Was that a tongue? Oh God, please let it be tongue. He could wait for that hamburger. Really, he could.

  It was.

  Oh fuck him raw.

  That hot, wet touch came again, sliding right there.

  Collin bucked, moaned, and had to catch himself with his hands so he didn’t fall over. That was almost too much, but it wasn’t near enough. The countertop was cold under his palms, but the rest of him was burning up.

  “Gaz. More.” There had to be more, or he was going to die. Or something. How in hell was he even up again?

  “Mmm.” Wait. Angel. That was like magic and shit. He could go there. That tongue pressed into him, starting to fuck him, slow and steady.

  Or maybe it was just really good sex, which he’d been missing some. Collin decided after the fifth or sixth push of that talented tongue that he didn’t care. The moans vibrated all through him, Gaz sounding like this was just where they needed to be. His legs spread even more, his ass up as his back arched. He could come from this. Just from this, with Gaz’s tongue on him.

  Gaz moaned, lips soft on his ass. “Will you let me in?”

  Collin tightened right up for a moment, that question always making him damned uncomfortable. Somehow, though, he trusted Gaz enough to nod. “Yeah.”

  “You sure?” He got another lick, then another, one long finger pressing inside him.

  “I’m sure.” Fuck, yes, with that finger inside him, he was ready. He’d never been more ready to take it instead of give.

  That finger found his gland and started rubbing it, working it in a maddening tempo that threatened to make him scream. His cock jerked, his balls slammed up against his body, and Collin reached down to circle the base of his cock to keep from going off. “Soon, babe. Soon, if you want….”

  “I want.” Gaz was hot—like a smooth-skinned fucking brand against his back—as that cock pressed in, spreading him slow and easy.

  “Oh. Oh fuck. Gaz. More. More.” Wanting all Gaz had to give, Collin pushed back, humping with his hips.

  “Everything.” Lips were on his shoulder, and those thin hips were against his ass, cock buried deep. Good. The stretch made him moan, made him go up on tiptoe.

  His muscles worked around Gaz’s cock, his heart pounding in time with the steady thrusts. Jesus. That was…. Oh. Good. So damned right.

  “Collin.” He’d never heard his name said like that.

  Ever.

  He could listen to it until he died. “Gaz. I’m burning up here. Now.”

  “No burning. Loving. Fucking.” Then Gaz started really, really moving, fucking him good and hard.

  “Loving….” Somehow that should have panicked him. It didn’t.

  “Yes. Loving you.” That cock slid over his gland, just like that.

  His head snapped up, everything in him going tight and hard. His belly clenched, his balls ready to burst. “Touch me?”

  “Yes.” That hand wrapped around his cock and started moving, started jacking him off.

  His cock jerked, his ass clenched, and Collin went crazy, sawing back and forth, trying to get more. Trying to come.

  “I have you.” That thumb worked the tip of his cock, rubbing the precome in, stinging a little.

  “I….” Collin tried to talk, but he just couldn’t, so he let it come.

  “Oh.” Hands landed on his hips, Gaz moving faster, slamming into him, fucking him good and hard. All Collin could do was hang on and let Gaz have him, let Gaz take what he needed. There it was again—his name, called out like it was something huge, something special.

  “Gaz. Babe. Oh, babe.” Somehow, Gaz had become very important to him in a very short amount of time.

  Heat flooded him, Gaz jerking, gasping against his shoulder.

  “That’s it.” Panting, head hanging between his braced arms, Collin let Gaz lean on him, let those arms fold around him.

  “Yes. Yes, Collin.” Gaz’s hair fell everywhere, soft and warm and smelling like them.

  “Gonna be the death of me, Gaz. I haven’t come three times in one day in….” Ever? Collin thought maybe ever.

  “Inspiration. It’s a talent.” He felt Gaz’s grin against his shoulder.

  “I can tell.” Yeah. Inspired. That was a fantastic word for it.

  “Feed me.”

  He went up on tiptoe, his spent prick giving one last twitch, and Collin chuckled. “You got it, babe
. Mustard or mayonnaise?”

  “Both.” Yeah. Yeah, he should have known.

  “Let me up, man. I’ll cook us some supper.” He grinned. “Then we’ll talk about California.”

  Somehow, it felt like it was going to be the start of something good.

  SUNSHINE.

  Gaz stretched out on the chaise, blanket on his legs, glass of white in his hand as he soaked up the sunshine.

  Collin was still sleeping. He thought the man was surprised that he had a condo, that he had clothes, money.

  The phone sex business really needed constant attention, though, and he was more involved in a certain boots-and-jeans wearing man with an amazing dick.

  They’d gotten to California on Christmas Eve, parked Collin’s truck in the private garage, and both of them had sort of fallen into bed. He couldn’t wait to see what Collin thought when he was awake to see the place.

  It wasn’t Texas, but it wasn’t bad.

  He leaned against the chaise, his back healed, whole. Human.

  Human.

  Weird.

  He heard the scratching of nails on skin before a naked Collin appeared, wandering into his line of sight. “Hey, babe. Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas.” He opened his arms, holding the blanket open. “You smell so good.”

  “Do I?” Look who was all tanned skin and no self-consciousness. Collin slid down on the chaise with him, curling up.

  “Like heaven.” No pun intended. He wrapped his arms around the warm skin, sighing as they moved together. “Sleep well?”

  “I did. You sleep at all, angel?” The man had taken the whole angel thing in stride. Maybe he even believed it.

  “No. Not yet. I watched you for a while, and then I came out to soak in the sun.” To rejoice, sort of.

  “Oh. You’re not too tired? I don’t want to bother you.” So polite, his Texan. So amazingly caring.

  “You don’t bother me. You make me happy.” He got the blanket settled over them, humming softly.

  “Yeah. It’s weird, huh?” Collin seemed pretty damned content, and Gaz knew it was more than just being released from community service and having the rest of the charges waived.