Things that Go Bump in the Night

by BA Tortuga

  “What? You ever get so hot you can’t hear what the other dude is thinking?” He rolled them again, putting Jake beneath him, sliding his mouth down the long throat.

  “Nope.” Jake chuckled, throat working.

  “Oh, now. That’s a challenge.” He bit down a little, putting all of his own considerable focus to work. Jake’s moan tickled his lips, easy and more than a little horny. Good man. Keye kissed that mouth, wanting more.

  Those lips opened up, Jake’s fingers in his hair, holding him close. Keye closed his eyes and set to making the man crazy. He pushed his tongue into Jake’s mouth, tasting, sending them a little higher with every touch.

  Jake tasted sweet, somehow, and the smell of them together was heady. He liked it enough that he rubbed like a cat, trying to get their scents to mingle even more.

  Jake groaned for him, arched under his touch. So warm. He bit the skin of Jake’s throat, the slope of one shoulder.

  Jake was going to bruise, so pretty. He tried out that theory, sucking up a mark on the tender upper arm. He pulled until there was a lurid hickey. When he pulled back, Jake was looking too, breathing hard, lips open.

  “Pretty, huh? Kinda like signing a piece of art.”

  That made Jake smile. “I like how I can feel my heartbeat in it.”

  “Mmm.” He liked that too. A lot. Keye pressed his lips there again, gently this time, noticing a flutter.

  Jake’s answer was a soft, sweet moan. It was kinda like music, oddly enough. A special, sex kind of music. That made Jake grin. Keye knew it was him, his thought, that did it. There was something powerful about that, along with something that left him vulnerable, since Jake could hear him and he couldn’t hear back. It made his cock twitch.

  “Shh. I’m harmless, Keye. I promise. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know you don’t.” He licked at the bruise he’d made, then moved down to suck at Jake’s nipple, returning the earlier favor.

  “Oh.” Jake’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to let him feel it. Sensual man. Hotter than fire and way sweeter.

  Jake shivered, murmuring his name like it was a fucking prayer or something. He did love that sound, and he’d never heard it before today. Yesterday? Whenever. Man, this was throwing him off his game.

  “You’re not working. It’s okay. I promise.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He bit down again, needing Jake to hush up and just feel. Jake jerked, gasped, shuddered under him. That was it. Just feel that. Keye rubbed harder, kissing and licking and nipping.

  Jake twisted, hands dancing over his skin, light enough that his body shifted, trying to push up into them. He’d need something more firm soon, something with some intent. The little touches didn’t get more firm, though. They stayed light, making his skin tingle.

  “Come on, man. Make me feel it.” He growled it, letting Jake notice the bruises Keye inflicted on Jake’s hip.

  Jake chuckled, arched. “You are. You’re aching.”

  “Uh-huh. I need you to help with that.” He needed it so bad his teeth hurt.

  “Yes.” Jake’s fingers wrapped around his prick, sudden and firm, the calluses surprising him. He guessed Jake really was a music man as well as a magic man. God, that felt like heaven.

  “Yeah.” Jake nodded and started stroking him with a sure, hard hand.

  Keye gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing and releasing, his body gearing up to get going good.

  “Pretty, pretty.” Jake groaned, hand moving faster.

  “Yeah?” He preened a little. He attracted little size queens most of the time, all of them wanting the big bear-daddy type. No one really thought he was pretty.

  Jake moaned softly, nodding. Those eyes slid over him, eating him up. He had to take a kiss for that, let Jake know how hot that was, how good.

  He bit at Jake’s lips, groaning as that made Jake jerk, grind against him a little. They slapped together audibly, the heat where their skin spanked itself right and perfect. Jake’s grip tightened, thumb on the slit of his cock.

  “Christ.” He bucked, his body alive with tingly goodness. Jake chuckled, let that dull thumb give him a thrill.

  He scraped his short nails along Jake’s skin from hip to shoulder, wanting the man right there with him.

  Jake shivered, groaned into his mouth, hips beginning to saw against him. He could feel Jake, hard against his wrist and the back of his hand when he reached down to press Jake’s fingers closer around him.

  Jake nodded, jacking him just how he needed it, hand sliding up and down, measuring his prick. His balls tightened, sweat popping up on his skin. His cock beaded with moisture.

  When Jake swooped down and sucked him into that hot, hungry mouth, the suction immediate and wild, Keye damn near roared. He thrust, pressing deep into Jake’s throat, the head of his cock nudging hard. Jake took him, deep-throating him like a pro, except it wasn’t like a pro at all because Jake was right there, focused on him. He knew the man could read his reactions like no one else, ever. It was fucking exhilarating.

  One hot hand rolled his balls, pushing them in their sac.

  Fuck. He’d wanted to enjoy this more, but he lost it, coming so hard his vision grayed out.

  Jake was curled against his side, moaning, lips open like the man had come himself.

  “You need a hand, babe?” If he’d shorted Jake out, well, that was cool. He liked to give as good as he got, though.

  Jake shook his head, licked his lips. “’M good.”

  “You are.” Damn, that was a fine thing. A man could get used to it.

  Jake nuzzled him, then pooped out again, sleeping hard.

  Keye grinned. He knew what he needed to do if he had to get Jake out of the way while he worked: fuck the guy into oblivion.

  One way or the other, he fully intended to keep his magic man around for a while longer.

  JAKE WOKE up, watched Keye sleep for a while. The man was lovely—tough, scarred, bigger than he’d thought Keye would be—but truly handsome and endowed with a fabulous, fat cock and a viciously sharp sense of humor.

  Keye was the most interesting mind he’d seen in eons.

  He was going to miss it.

  He slipped out of the bed and stretched. He needed money, a place to stay, and possibly a peanut butter sandwich. Maybe some coffee. Ah, coffee, bouncy nectar of the Colombian gods.

  Keye murmured, rolling to one side, hand sliding over the bed.

  He found himself stepping forward, drawn to the man. God, he was going to get caught up, trapped in that strength and silence. He had to go now, before he got in any more trouble.

  Keye’s eyes snapped open, bright and focused. “Going somewhere, magic?”

  “I was. You…. Wow. Listen to you wake up.” How fascinating was that? Keye woke up, mentally, faster than anyone he’d ever met. It was full of calculations and thoughts and the urgent need to do something with a hard-on.

  He found himself moving closer. “I probably should go.” He wanted to touch.

  “Where you gonna go, magic?” Keye shifted on the bed, reaching out to him a little.

  He licked his lips, sat on the edge of the bed. “I was thinking Utah. Or Louisiana. Maybe back toward Arizona. I don’t know. Look at your hands.”

  “You like my hands, huh?” Keye beckoned, fingers curling in little flicks.

  “Uh-huh.” He crawled over, body moving like there were strings attached. “They’re good for so much.”

  “They are. Touching. Bending things.”

  “Bending things.” How cool was that? He ended up in reach of those hands, and Keye grabbed him, pulling him across the bed with a casual sort of strength that made his cock start to rise. It was amazing how easily Keye moved him from one spot to another.

  “Good morning.” He could leave in a minute. An hour. Sometime totally other than right now. “Afternoon. Whatever.”

  “Hey. Don’t run off in all directions, huh?” Keye’s hand slid down his back, the touch making his
skin twitch. “We’re having fun.”

  “Can you do that? Run off in all….” His eyes crossed as that touch found a hot spot, and his spine lit up like a redneck Fourth of July garden party, if rednecks had garden parties, which, not normally, no. “Uh.” Running sounded hard.

  “I know how to have fun, babe.”

  “I like fun.” He liked the way those hands made him tingle even more.

  “Oh. I do too. It’s a common misconception, the idea that I’m always serious.” Keye was touching him, pulling at him, kissing him.

  All that was way better than worrying about “next.” Next was the bane of his fucking exist…. Oh. Oh, right there.

  “I kind of like next, magic. Better than dwelling on the past.” Keye bit him. Hard.

  His eyes went wide, the constant spinning of the room stopping dead. That was like magic, that mouth, the little bright burn of pain. He gasped, holding on tight. “Your mouth. Keye.”

  “You like it too, huh? Hands, mouth….” Keye licked at his skin where the little flash of hurt still throbbed.

  “Yes. I like. Feeling.” Not in his head, but on his skin.

  “Well, I got plenty of that, magic.”

  “Plenty.” Oh, that sounded like a lovely promise.

  “Mmm-hmm. I like to get down and dirty.”

  Those hands dragged over his skin, fingernails digging in, scoring his chest, his belly. It made him jump, made his breath huff out as goose bumps rose. He couldn’t quite think, couldn’t grab hold of the quicksilver flow of Keye’s mind.

  “What did I tell you before, huh? Breathe. Feel.”

  It was so hard to do that, but with Keye it came more naturally.

  He sucked in another deep breath, pushing into Keye’s touch. Natural. He could be…. Oh, there. Please.

  “Yeah.” Keye nipped at him, licked at his skin, finding erogenous zones he didn’t know existed.

  Jake started twisting—he couldn’t help it; Keye made him a little crazy.

  “See how easy that is, honey? See how you just need to lay it all down and let me think a bit?” Keye’s teeth scraped over his nipple.

  Oh, that stung, so good. He nodded and his fingers got all fascinated by the shape of Keye’s ears, jaw. There was strength there, stubbornness and stubble on the jaw. Those teeth were making his nipple burn, ache, so good. Keye was relentless, licking, sucking, making his knees try to draw up to his chest. Everything in him was wide-awake, trapped in sensation and Keye—who wasn’t silent, but was so big— It was like thunder, kind of, echoing so hard in his brain that nothing else crept in.

  Keye’s hands got into the action, fingers dragging along his skin, digging in. It was like the most erotic massage imaginable. Not like those documentaries he’d seen about Bangkok. The ones with the fish and the weird sticks.

  Keye started chuckling, breath fanning his skin.

  He grinned, then gasped as Keye nipped him again. It was so good that he stayed right there, letting Keye force everything out of his mind. Soft sounds started hiccupping out of him, his heart trip-hammering happily in his chest. Keye was all around him, on top of him, teeth blunt and hard, callused fingers pushing him higher and higher.

  “Please.” He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew Keye could give it to him. Keye was like a genie. Or something altogether more corporeal.

  “I got you, magic.” Keye’s hand slipped down his back, sliding up under his butt. The sting of a sharp slap there made him gasp. Dude, that was so porn-movie good.

  “Yes….” His head fell back and he groaned, wanting another.

  “Yeah?” He got another, then another, his skin alive, tingling.

  “Uh-huh. Yeah.” That was a sweet burn, like dipping into a Jacuzzi.

  Keye gave him a predatory grin and smacked him a few more times before just resting one big hand on his ass. It made his skin feel like it was glowing. His eyes crossed and he moaned happily, rubbing against Keye, rocking between body and hand. Yum.

  “Sensual man.” Keye kissed one bruise, then another. He was going to look like he had leprosy. That actually worked in his favor. People didn’t bother lepers. At least he didn’t think so.

  “Focus, honey.” Keye pinched his skin a tiny bit.

  “How….” Oh, sting-y.

  “That’s it.” Keye pulled him on top, letting him straddle Keye’s lean hips. He eased down, teeth testing the skin over Keye’s collarbone. It made Keye buck for him, and he loved the bumpy ride of it. Their cocks moved together, sliding and introducing each other like best friends. Or cats. Cats did that, didn’t they? Rub?

  “Gotta admit, I’ve never done this with my best friend.” Keye moved him up and down.

  “No. No, this isn’t friendly.”

  “No, honey. This is good, hard fucking. There’s nothing friendly about it.”

  “Uh-huh. You’re in my head. Is it like this for you? Exciting?”

  “Huh?” Keye blinked, hands pausing a moment.

  “Hearing. Knowing. When I hear you, is it cool?”

  “I guess?” Keye seemed pretty damned oblivious. Weird.

  He brought their lips together. Kissing was way better than thinking. Tastier too. Hotter and yummier and all around oh… there. Keye nipped the spot just below his jaw. His cock throbbed, his orgasm suddenly right there.

  “Now, honey. Right now.” Something snapped inside him when Keye bit him again, one rough thumb swiping Jake’s cock. The world hiccupped, shattered, and he came and came, spilling himself out.

  Keye made this amazing, growly noise that was pure satisfaction. It slid right down his spine, leaving shivers behind.

  “Keye….”

  “That’s me, magic. Make me come now, huh?”

  “Yes. God, yes.” He wriggled down, chin bumping Keye’s prick, lips wrapping around the tip.

  “Oh yeah.” Keye stroked his hair, his cheeks, encouraging but not demanding.

  He groaned, that touch feeding him nothing but pleasure. He sucked and licked and Keye humped, starting to fuck his face a little, which he’d always thought sounded better than it felt, but this was good. Really good. Jake rolled the heavy balls, pushing hard, needing to taste. The flavor was so strong, so perfect, and Keye was moving faster, getting needy. Greedy.

  The little poem made him smile.

  The heavy prick slid along his tongue, Keye starting to lose his grace, jerking a little. Mmm. Tasty. Strong. Delicious.

  “Yes.” That little word was all the warning he got before Keye was coming for him.

  Good thing he wasn’t one to panic. He swallowed hard, sucking and groaning, making it last and last. Keye shook for him, so hot, so strong and male that it made Jake want to sing. Four-part harmony. He ended up resting on Keye’s belly, blinking slow, the world quiet and still. Oh.

  “Get a little more rest, honey.”

  “Yeah?” His eyes closed.

  “Yeah. We’ll have to move on soon, so get some sleep, huh?”

  He wanted to ask where they were going, or why Keye thought “they” would do anything, but his brain felt like fuzzy cheese.

  Soft and heavy.

  Like the weight of Keye’s hand on his forehead.

  KEYE KNEW it was time to move on. He never knew how he knew it, or why in hell Jake hadn’t tripped his alarm, but now it was jangling. Maybe he ought to head toward Vegas.

  “They want to hurt you there. You should be careful.” Jake looked over from the bed. “I have to try and get my car to a mechanic.”

  Keye stretched, evincing calm. “We can do that, honey.”

  “We?” Jake didn’t have any desire to leave him, just a vague idea that he ought to.

  “Yep. You need a keeper. I need a way to know who’s coming for me.”

  “I already told you that.” Jake slowly rolled up off the bed, stretched.

  “Yeah, but you want to keep me safe, just in case someone else comes.” He watched, making sure Jake didn’t make any sudden moves.

  Jake ch
uckled. “I’m not the sudden-move type. You won’t hurt me.” Jake sounded so confident.

  “I don’t want to. Just don’t want you to try to run.” That was super important, somehow.

  Jake stepped away from him, frowning. “I don’t want you to either.”

  “Well, there you go.” Keye shook his head to clear it. Talking to this man was like dancing in a minefield in the rain.

  He could feel Jake pulling away, heading into the kitchen, searching for something—something sugary, he’d bet.

  “How about some coffee, magic?” Keye went to the bathroom; Jake wasn’t gonna run, at least not now.

  When he got out, the coffee maker was doing its thing and Jake was on the back porch, eating toast with jam, staring out into the trees, mind going a million miles a minute. The noise was a little like an old coffee percolator, making him think of a commercial he barely remembered from when he was a kid. Pop, pop, pop.

  Jake’s laughter sounded, all musical and fine.

  “Did you make me toast too?” He got him a cup of joe.

  Jake nodded. “I put peanut butter on yours.”

  The toast was wrapped in about forty thousand paper towels. He hoped it didn’t peel the pb and j off, but he guessed it would keep the flies off.

  “Fly feet are nasty. Nasty, Keye.”

  “I bet. They land all over.” He was losing count of Jake’s neuroses.

  “They’re not neuroses. I’m not crazy. They think. The little fuckers think, and it’s nasty.”

  Oh-ho. Temper, temper.

  “Okay, honey.” He held up the hand not covered in peanut butter. “You’re the expert.”

  “I think I need to go.” Jake looked at him, dead-on, so serious, sun making that wild mass of hair glow around the edges. “I know you think I shouldn’t, but I make people crazy. I know it. You be careful with you, huh?”

  Then the little shit stood up like he was just going to walk away, even made it down the steps. Keye closed the distance between them in a few easy steps and grabbed Jake’s arm. “I’ll tell you when you make me crazy. You’re worse than me, not knowing what to do with folks.”