by BA Tortuga
“Now I know we’ve had a few, but I bet you can figure it out.” One hand grabbed his crotch, squeezing good and firm.
Damn. His cock pushed right into the touch, hips rolling up and then back. He grabbed Shane’s hand and brought it up to his mouth, biting down on the fleshy underside of Shane’s thumb. “Yep. I catch on fast.”
That was a sweet, low sound, fingers rough and insistent on his prick, the cloth rasping. “You’ve got a hungry fucking mouth.”
Laughing, Galen licked and sucked. “There’s got to be some Freudian explanation. But I’m a take-it-as-it-comes sorta guy.”
He spread wider, letting Shane play him, the pulse in his cock echoing his heartbeat. The skin under his lips tasted of salt and lime and faintly, come. That hand slid back behind his balls, working that sensitive little strip of skin, making his toes curl.
No. He wasn’t ready for it to go that fast. Galen nipped hard at the hand he held and backed off a step, breathing hard. “You’re zero to sixty in nothing flat, aren’t you?”
“There anything to be said for idling slow?”
Now that was the kinda question a man had to answer, and Galen determined right then and there to prove there was something to be said for it. He tugged Shane’s hand, pulling him into the shade of the house. “Matter of fact, there can be.”
Those blue eyes challenged his over the dark rims, excited, shining. “Just wastes gas.”
“Get naked and I’ll prove it to you.” They got to the bedroom, and Galen took off Shane’s cap and sunglasses, gesturing to the bed. “You’re not much of a bass fisher are you?”
“I like the beer and sunshine part of it okay, druther get on the big boat and fish for shark.” The old jeans were unbuttoned, shimmied out of.
That was one fine body. Galen didn’t get close enough to be distracted, though, just headed for the closet and hopefully an old flannel sheet. He was woefully unprepared to play. “Stretch out on your back for me, arms over your head.”
He got a tilt of that head, those eyes watching him for a bit, then Shane sat on the bed, stretching and twisting, back popping.
Galen hid a grin, saying over his shoulder, “Unless you don’t want to play. I’m pretty happy to jump your ass and ride you ’til you can’t see straight.”
“I can play.” Oh, that was a stubborn jaw, the man a pure bull.
Worked in his favor, so he wasn’t complaining. There. An old flannel sheet from when he was playing second string up in Minnesota. Galen grabbed it and turned back to the bed, admiring for a minute before going for the lube and rubber. Best to be prepared. “I do anything you don’t like, you say so, yeah?”
“You bet.” One of those hands dropped, scratching the tanned belly, legs shifting restlessly.
Nodding, he dropped the supplies on the bed and tore off a strip of flannel, then another, long enough to hold good and to pad nice. Then he took one of Shane’s hands, pressed it up to the post on the headboard, and tied it off figure eight, so it was like a handcuff. Shane’s stomach rippled, the motion of those muscles visible, the testing tugs making the bed creak a little.
Thank God he still had his damned pants on, or he might have just given up and rubbed off against that flat belly. Damn, he liked a man who looked like a man. If that made sense. The other wrist went next, and Shane was laid out for him, arms and chest straining. Fuck, yes.
“You still thinking this is a waste of time?”
“I’m thinking I’m either a damn fool or one lucky son of a bitch.” Oh, there were some nerves there, just a hint behind the bravado.
Galen had his own case of nerves, if not for quite the same reason. If he went too far… well, he’d have to make it sock-melting good. He could do that. He moved to the foot of the bed, intent on starting with one bony ankle. He could see a black bruise there. “Trust me. You’re about to get real lucky.”
Those long toes curled, those blue eyes fastened onto him like a starving man on a banquet table. His touch light, slow, Galen lifted Shane’s leg and bent, licking at the thin skin over his target, eyes right on Shane’s, never once looking away. That curved cock started to fill, Shane’s tongue slipping out to wet the swollen lips.
He echoed the motion with his own tongue, letting it scrape across Shane’s arch before moving back to wrap his lips around the ankle bone and suck hard enough to hurt a little.
“Mmm….” Shane’s arms tensed, shoulders rolling a little, but that muscled leg didn’t pull back, didn’t fight.
Sliding his hands up Shane’s calf, Galen licked and teased the spot he’d just sucked, nice and easy. The soft flesh behind Shane’s knee drew his fingers, and he petted it, the contrast between it and the rougher hair everywhere else damned exciting.
“Oh….” That got him a full-body shiver, like Shane’d grabbed a cattle wire, those eyes going wide, then hungry. Better. But he could get more. Galen pushed that leg aside, spreading Shane wide before reaching for the other leg, bending to bite there, at the side of the knee.
“Shit!” Shane’s leg pulled out of his hand, that cock bobbing against Shane’s belly.
He didn’t think that was a complaint, but he was nothing if not a gracious host. “You all right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, just… sensitive there. Damned sensitive.” Oh, so not a complaint.
“Yeah?” Oh, damn. That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Galen bent that leg up and back, smoothing his fingers over the skin over and over, sensitizing it so when he bent to lick at it, he could feel muscles jump and twitch, felt Shane shiver. Fuck, it was sweet, watching the way those hips started shifting, sliding and rocking on his sheets. He wasn’t even sure Shane was aware of the slow sway, the promise offered up.
The cock was gorgeous, tempting him so bad. So bad. But he couldn’t, not without a rubber anyway, so he could wait. Instead he nibbled right where he was, rubbing his bearded chin against it, watching the skin turn red.
Low and husky, the sounds started filling the air, the smell of musk and want overtaking the sun and salt and lime.
Slow, easy. That was what Galen told himself. Over and over. The fine hairs on the insides of Shane’s thighs got stroked. licked, tickling his face. The scent got richer as he moved up, deeper. More addictive. Which was why he moved on up to Shane’s face instead, kissing those lips deep and hard.
He heard the bed creak as Shane reached for him, forgetting about the ties and tugging hard, the gasp pushed right into his lips. Just letting his teeth scrape that sweet lower lip, Galen leaned up and looked down. “Getting the benefits of it?”
“I think I’m seeing a….” Shane took a deep breath, heels digging into the mattress to arch against him. “A few things to recommend.”
“I thought you might.” The tiny depression under Shane’s lip got licked, the strong throat kissed, and Galen stopped at the base to suck up another mark, stopping at bright red instead of deep purple. Goddamn he couldn’t ever remember skin that took his marks like this. Ever.
“Fuck, that’s fine. Just fine. Man would go broke and blind for your mouth, Len.”
“And think, you get it for free.” Chuckling, he caught one nipple in his teeth, already knowing how Shane reacted to that, reveling in it as the reaction came again. That little nipple went tight and hard, skin flushing dark, wrists twisting in the strips of sheet. The sharp cry was bit off before it became a plea.
Too bad. He wanted to hear a little begging. Fucking needed it. The other nipple was already bruised and swollen from the afternoon, and Galen blew on it, making it stand out hard.
“Shit. Shit, I’m feeling that.” And liking it too, from the sound.
Soon. His point was almost made. Soon he could get naked and go from slow to fast and have that tight ass as hard as he wanted. Galen breathed deep, licking down the ridged belly, chin scraping. His fingers found the skin under Shane’s balls and teased, pressing hard, then letting off.
“Uhn….” Thighs parting, hips pushing and searching
for his touch, Shane wasn’t shy about going for it, entire body moving, hot cock tapping that flat belly over and over.
That prompted Galen to go for it, licking down that flushed cock, avoiding the head, moving down to mouth Shane’s balls, pushing them up with his tongue.
“Oh, sweet fuck. Yes.” Shane pulled his knees up and back, spreading wide.
Jesus, the view was almost enough to make him come. Legs spread wide, muscles straining to keep them up, balls swinging, Shane was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Growling, Galen rolled off the bed, tearing off his jeans, then scrabbled for the lube and rubbers he’d set aside earlier.
“That slow shit’s over. You ready?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Come on, Len. I fucking need.” Those eyes were burning, tearing over him.
“Yeah.” Fingers slick, Galen pushed into Shane without ceremony, stretching him quick. He had to, because he wasn’t gonna last otherwise, but he figured it was a damned good contrast to the pace before anyway. He got a condom on, hands shaking, and got lined up, pushing Shane’s knees clear up to his ears.
“Don’t fucking tease. Show me what you got.” Demanding bastard.
The least he could do was that, and Galen slammed right in, pushing deep with one sharp jab, grunting as that snug heat closed around him. “Jesus, you’re something else. Hard to believe you’re real.”
“Yeah. Oh, fuck. So good. More.” Shane’s body pulled him in, holding him, not wanting to let him go. Galen grunted, moving hard and fast, reaching for Shane’s cock and holding on tight, hand moving in time with his thrusts. Shane’s fingers got hold of the headboard, bracing himself, adding that strength to the thrusts, to the slap of their skin.
Sweat ran down his chest, his face, getting in his eyes. His chest heaved. He never slowed, though, never stopped, kept shoving in deep. “Want to see. Want you to come on my cock, Shane.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fuck, I….” Those eyes rolled, teeth sinking into that full bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as the muscles around his cock clenched. Heat sprayed over his hand, the scent all male. Fuck. Galen pushed, bent, licked at Shane’s lips as he shot hard enough to take his breath, whole body shaking, the bed rocking under them.
Shane moaned, taking sloppy kisses that were all moans and slow tastes, both of them coming down. Before he just up and collapsed, Galen untied Shane’s arms, feeling a rush of pleasure in his belly at the red marks ringing them. That was fine. Just fine.
Those arms wrapped around him, holding on, almost petting, one leg sorta draping over his.
He could handle that. Kinda weird to realize he could handle that so well that he was relaxing right down and letting Shane hold on to him as he dozed off.
Lord almighty, he was in trouble.
GALEN WAS sleeping hard and heavy, and Shane dozed a little, fading in and out before the sun started sinking and his body insisted it was time to wake up, get busy. Well, busy was a strong word, really, but up. He was pretty decent at up.
He slid out from under Len’s weight, heading for the bathroom and a long shower. He always thought best in the bathroom. Fuck knew he had shit to think on. It was one thing to come home looking like a leper ’cause things got a little het up. Lying down on the bed and letting a man tie you up?
On purpose?
And sorta getting off on it?
Shit.
He turned on the hot water, washed and scrubbed, letting himself remember. It was funny. Sorta slow and easy, well… up to the end. The end wasn’t slow, and he was the easy one. His fingers slid back to soap up his hole a little, slick it up. He was jonesing a little on the rush, the tingle, that freshly fucked feeling.
There was something, wasn’t there? Something raw and exciting and sorta fierce. Something so much harder than those fucking inflate-a-beach-buddy tourists that ended up feeding him a complimentary bagel and cup of coffee before he stumbled home. Something….
He shrugged, grabbed the shaving cream, and started shaving with one of the safety razors Len had in the medicine cabinet. Didn’t make no never mind. They were playing, and he could hold his own in the fucking department. He soaped up his pubes, his cock, moving into the touch, enjoying the slick slide of his palm, the steam, the smell of Galen that sorta hung on the air. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost missed the shower opening, but no way could he miss the big hands that slid around his waist or the broad chest against his back. “Hey.”
“Mmm….” He leaned his head up, hand still moving nice and slow. “Hey.”
“Oh, now that’s pretty.” Yeah, Len’s voice was deep and sleep rough, chin scratchy on his shoulder. Len didn’t really move, just held him, watched him.
He spread a little, eyes getting heavy. “You feel fucking fine.”
“And you? Feel like heaven.” Galen rubbed against him, skin slick and good.
“Oh.” He rubbed their cheeks together, his freshly shaved cheek sensitive, nerves jangling. Oh, fuck yeah.
“Half-afraid I’m gonna wear you out. I keep wanting to get at your ass.”
“Good thing I’m not fragile, then.” Good thing he couldn’t fucking get enough.
“Yeah. You can hold your own.” That stiff cock rose against his ass, rubbed along his crease just so. Galen licked water from his skin, testing tender spots. He widened his stance, hips moving, sliding along that prick, water making his skin tingle, his nipples stiff.
Damn. What was it between them that they couldn’t stop touching, stop moving? Galen grunted and pushed against him hard, hands coming down to circle his cock and lift his balls. He braced himself against the tile, free hand wrapping around Galen’s neck, gasping in the steam.
“So fucking hot.” They moved together like the last time hadn’t been two hours ago, Galen’s hips rolling against his ass, those long fingers teasing him.
“Shit, Len. You make me….” He bit his bottom lip, groaning low, balls pulling up tight. Galen didn’t answer, just bit down right where his neck met his shoulder, hands and cock working him. Fucking electricity shot through him, sharp and hot and fine, revving his engine right on up.
“God, I could fuck you for weeks on end. Wanna do things….” Galen trailed off with a moan, cock jerking against him and Galen shot, wet and hot all over the small of his back.
“Fuck, yes. Over and fucking over.” He twined his fingers with Galen’s, pulling hard and sure, tugging the come right out of him.
The only sound for long minutes was the running water and the sound of their breathing. Finally Len pulled away, groaning. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Just think of the exercise you’re getting.”
“Oh, hell, yes. We’re getting a workout.”
He turned, winked. “Better than Tae Bo anyway.”
He got a hard kiss for his trouble, and a pinch to one buttcheek. “I haven’t even begun to work you out.”
He snorted, went for the double hand grab of that fine ass and squeezed. “Anything you can dish out.”
“You think so?” Oh, those black-coffee eyes challenged him, smiled right down at him, wicked and fine.
Everything in him raised right up, met that challenge. “You know it.”
“Good. ’Cause I’d hate to think you were gonna poop out on me before I was ready.” His own ass got a hard pinch before Len turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and tossed him a towel.
“Not a chance.” Not a single fucking chance in hell.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, dark bruises peppering his skin here and there, not quite as bad as last week, but they had time. Damn. Damn, that was….
Damn.
“You coming?” He caught Len looking over his shoulder at him, that long, muscled back and tight apple of an ass framed in the open doorway.
“Hell, yeah.” He wrapped the towel around his waist, nodded. He was gonna get him some of that.
Chapter Three
THE BACK corner of the club suited Galen just fine. From t
his angle he could watch Shane work and admire him, but most everyone left him alone. ’Course that could have as much to do with his pulled-down hat and fuck-off attitude as anything else.
Still, he liked it, because he didn’t think Shane knew he was there, and he got to watch the kid be completely unaware and unself-conscious. In his element, so to speak. Kinda made Galen horny.
He snorted. Fuck, who was he kidding? Everything about Shane made him horny, from the way the kid flipped a bottle of booze to the way he sang along with the music and wiggled his tight little ass. Give him another, oh, fifteen minutes and that ass was his. Galen got up and adjusted himself, and his hat, and headed to the bar in time to intercept Old Man Roberts midreach.
“Uh-uh, Old Man. Mine.” When Shane looked over, Galen nodded. “Whiskey.”
He got a grin, a nod, a quick up and down of those eyes, admiring. “Comin’ up, hot stuff. You enjoying the music?”
He got a shot of the good stuff, the bar in front of him wiped down with a practiced motion.
“Enjoying you enjoying it, for sure.” There was a lot to be said for watching Shane close up too, where he could see that smile and the crinkle around those eyes. He could resist admitting it all he wanted, but Galen knew he was in pretty deep with this one, at least physically. Didn’t hurt that he liked the kid too. “You’re off right soon, yeah? Figured we might head for the beach.”
“Ten minutes and I’m up for anything.” He got another grin, then Shane poured off another round of beers, joking and joshing with the customers, tight little ass shaking along with the band.
Damn. He should have worn a different cut of jeans. That ass gave him ideas. Ideas that all included heat and sweat and raw animal noises. Shifting on his bar stool, Galen grinned at himself. He wasn’t careful, Old Man Roberts would be reaching for him, the way he was sticking up.
There was a rush of friends and customers in the last five minutes of Shane’s shift, tips being shoved in the man’s shirt pocket. “Y’all have a good night!”
Shane grabbed his tip jar and headed over. “I’m gonna get changed and pocket my money. I’ll be five minutes.”