by BA Tortuga
“Don’t dawdle.” He had plans for that butt. Galen waited, fading back toward the door, snarling at some blond tennis-club boy who got a bit too close.
Shane headed out the employee door, that fine, muscled chest in a tight-tight white T-shirt, leather belt on that little waist, tissue-paper-thin jeans covering that ass. The blond went over, intercepted Shane with one hand in the center of his chest, and Shane shook his head, waved the guy off, and headed for him, straight as an arrow.
Galen almost had to feel sorry for the guy. Rejected twice in five minutes. But only almost. Shane got close enough for Galen to smell the beer and cologne and clean sweat, and he had to turn toward the door to hide his sudden rise in interest. “You ready? We’ll take your Jeep.”
“Works for me.” Shane was humming, bouncing a little as he walked, shimmying just enough. The Jeep’s soft top was off, the top of the cooler barely visible. “Where ’m I headed?”
“Somewhere there won’t be a lot of people.” Was that his voice, all low and scratchy? Damn, he was looking forward to this far too much.
“Hmm… Pirate’s Alley, then. Cops don’t bother the locals. Hold on, we’ll take a ride. Oh. Watch your hat.” He got a wild grin, and Shane peeled out, singing along with the radio.
Oh, yeah. That’s why he’d left his truck and let Shane drive. Well, one of the reasons. That grin was addictive. The other reason was he figured the Jeep would be more comfortable for the fucking than his truck ever would be. Bright moonlight, good music, Shane in a damned fine mood, and Galen laughed out loud, holding on to his hat and the roll bar and watching the world go by.
They drove for about half an hour, Shane pulling off down a long dirt road and stopping in front of a cattle gate. “Hold up, I know the combination.” Then Shane hopped out, opened the gate, and waved. “Drive us in!”
Galen slid over, pulled in, and stayed in the driver’s seat. “Where to?”
Shane swung into the passenger’s seat and pointed. “Down here, third left, and park where the road ends.”
Sweet. The little Jeep handled right well, but it was a relief to park and reach for Shane. Galen had kept his hands to himself long enough, thank you very much. He grabbed Shane’s arms and yanked him half across the console, mouth coming down hard on that challenging grin. Shane tasted like mint and beer and sex, those hands wrapping around his neck, holding tight.
Yeah. Fuck, yeah, that was what he’d been waiting for all night. Galen pushed his tongue deep into Shane’s mouth, hand behind Shane’s head, tilting him to take more. He was in too much of a damned hurry, but he couldn’t help it. Low moans pushed into his lips, Shane letting him in, opening right up and meeting his passion head-on.
They moved together, hands and mouths and hot breath. The little sounds drove Galen crazy, and he wondered if it would be better to take the edge off first or move right on to the main event. When he pulled away, the pale light showed him swollen lips and heavy eyes. “How do you feel about naked in the moonlight?”
“The skeeters aren’t out, the air feels fine, man.” His lips were brushed by a thumb that still tasted a little like whiskey.
“Good.” He took another taste of Shane’s mouth before tossing his hat in the back. “So get naked. I got plans for you.”
“Bossy, bossy.” Shane grinned, stood up in the floorboard, and stripped off the T-shirt, then his hand worked the belt open.
“Never claimed not to be.” His cock needed some room, so Galen popped the button on his jeans, watching those blunt male hands work on Shane’s zipper.
“You not playing along?” Shane stepped out of his deck shoes, wriggling his way out of those jeans, cock full and dark and hard.
“Not yet.” Fuck, that was amazing. Galen reached out, running a hand down Shane’s chest. “First I’m gonna look.”
Shane stretched, leaning toward his touch, prick bobbing, reminding him it was there. Pushy. Galen grinned, touching it, squeezing the tip before he reached down to tug gently on Shane’s balls. Shane’s thighs parted, belly rippling, going tight. “Fuck.”
“Fixin’ to. Reach up and grab that top bar.” He wanted Shane stretched for him, wanted that chest and belly and pretty damned cock open for him. For his hands and his mouth.
Shane stretched up, hands wrapping around the roll bar, shoulders rolling. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” Hell, yes. Scrambling, Galen got to his knees in the seat and started with Shane’s chest, nuzzling a little, nibbling the edge of one arm down to where it met Shane’s body, rubbing his bearded chin there and enjoying the rich scent.
He got a surprised little moan, and then Shane slid against him, arms flexing but not letting go of the roll bar. Galen showed his approval with a quick pump of Shane’s cock before moving across one hard pectoral muscle to lick at Shane’s nipple, teeth closing around it.
“Oh, fuck!” Shane arched, pushing up toward his mouth and then pulling away. That response made him jerk, made his cock push against his half-open jeans. He fucking loved that. The other nipple got the same treatment, Galen licking and sucking and blowing on it.
Those hands opened and closed on the roll bar, sliding, spreading wide, then scooting back together. Nibbling his way down Shane’s belly got him a hard cock bumping against his chin, and Galen moaned, trying to resist it. Of course, the way he’d been all over Shane, licking blood off the kid’s skin, he was in for a penny. Might as well be in for a pound. Galen threw his good sense right out the Jeep and ducked his head, taking the tip of Shane’s cock into his mouth.
“Sweet fuck!” One of those hands dropped, brushed his hair. “Len!”
Oh. He knew if he ever got a taste, he’d be addicted. The one thing Galen loved to do, that a lot of folks thought he wouldn’t, was suck cock, and this one was a work of art. Shane was salt and sweat and bitter, and Galen worked all the way down, hands petting Shane’s thighs.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Len, I…. Oh, sweet Jesus, that’s….” Babbling, he had the kid babbling.
If his mouth wasn’t busy, he would be too. He looked up, taking in Shane’s face, his tight body. Then Galen closed his eyes and really went to town, licking under the head, swallowing down until his nose met Shane’s curls.
“Len, I… I’m gonna come, man. Fuck, your mouth. You’re gonna make me come.” Shane’s hands pushed into his hair; all bets were off on whether they were pulling toward or away.
He wanted it. Wanted to taste it. Galen pulled harder, fingers pressing hard on the skin between Shane’s balls and ass, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Please, yeah, come on. A sharp, sweet cry split the air, and Shane lost it, humping up and fucking his mouth, entire body going hard as Shane shot.
Shaking, hips snapping, Galen swallowed it down, coming even as he carefully did not close his teeth around Shane’s flesh. Fuck, that was exactly what he wanted.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Len. I….” Shane moaned, fingers petting his head.
“Mmmm.” When Shane was licked clean, Galen pulled back and tugged at Shane’s hips, hauling him down for a kiss. “You taste…. God. Amazing.”
“Oh….” Shane dove into the kiss, moaning softly, relaxed and melted. Galen kissed slow and deep, all of the rest of his plans for the night derailed by the taste and feel and amazing responsiveness Shane gave him. One hand curled around his neck, fingers sliding, soft and easy.
Looked like Shane was happy to just be too. Galen nuzzled in on Shane’s neck, licking at the sea salt and sweat there. “Damn.”
“Yeah.” Shane made a soft, sweet sound like a purr. “Don’t stop, yeah?”
“Not planning on it.” Nope, he wasn’t planning on stopping, even if his good sense had told him to some fifteen minutes ago.
“Good. I never. Shit, never felt that without a glove. Never let anybody before.”
Galen snorted. “I usually don’t either. Period.” He wasn’t sure what else to say, because, well, he never did. But Shane made him want.
“I haven’t played
the field, not since before that first night you came in the bar. I wouldn’t have let you, if I didn’t know I was clean.”
Relieved, Galen bit down on Shane’s neck, just a little. “You’ve been the only one since my last test.”
Shane swallowed, stretched for him. “Good.”
“Yeah.” Because he wasn’t sure he could give up Shane’s taste now that he’d had it. Not that he was gonna put that into words. Galen set Shane back and stripped off his shirt, tossing it back with his hat.
“Mmm….” Those warm hands landed on his skin, rubbing, nails scraping.
Felt good. What didn’t feel good was his jeans. Swampy. Not pleasant. Galen grinned. “Let me get out of these, and you can touch all you want.”
“Ooooh… take it off, baby! Take it all off!” There was the pure devil in that grin.
Lord, that kid was something else. Galen shook his head and opened his jeans the rest of the way, wiggled out of them, and wiped off. “All yours.”
“All mine….” He could feel those eyes, looking hard, dragging over his skin before the kid moved. Pounced. Tackled him.
“Hell, yes.” They smacked together, skin on skin, Galen grabbing Shane and holding tight to keep them from toppling right out of the Jeep. He took a kiss that curled his toes, hands sliding up and down Shane’s back. Shane reached down, fumbling, growling, and suddenly something popped and the seat went back and those eyes were dancing above him, one hand circling his cock.
“Damn.” Oh, damn. That was… yeah. Galen let Shane go, let the kid do what he wanted. There’d be time for bending the kid over the Jeep and plowing his ass later.
Shane leaned in, hungry little mouth starting to play—nipping his bottom lip, biting one nipple until it burned, fastened onto the curve of his shoulder. All the while, that hand kept pumping, building him up and easing him back.
He wanted to growl, to grab Shane and push him back and hump him until neither of them could see. Instead he stayed where he was, gripping the sides of the seat, muscles tight, hips rolling. The bites got sharper, teeth dragging along his belly and down to his hip, fingers circling his balls, pulling enough that he could feel it in the pit of his belly, dull and hot.
Then those lips wrapped around the head of his cock, suction like the kid was starving for it, thumb hard as fuck on the strip of skin behind his balls.
“Fuck! Jesus, Shane. Oh.” God, he was gonna lose it. He never expected that in a million years, which was damned stupid if he thought on it, but there it was. Every muscle in his belly clenched up, his thighs going like rock as he pushed up into that sweet mouth.
Then that thumb slid back, pressed against his hole, Shane swallowing hard around his cock, sucking him right down to the base. Galen grunted, shaking and humping as he shot, just that fast. Right down Shane’s throat.
That suction eased, Shane’s cheek landing on his belly, tongue still sliding over the slit of his prick, making him jump.
“Damn.” He stroked Shane’s cheek, breathing hard, chest heaving. “You’re something else.”
One finger circled a dark mark on his belly. “You think?”
“I do.” He thought a lot of things about Shane, but Galen figured most of them were best unsaid, as they scared him. Who knew what Shane would think of them?
“Cool.” His belly got nuzzled, his ribs, then those lips were covering his, the kiss slow, tinged with his own salt. The kiss went deep, Galen searching out his own flavor and savoring how it mixed with Shane’s. He stroked along Shane’s ribs, his hip bone, around to pet one asscheek, pinching a little. Shane fed him a sound—part groan, part chuckle—ass wiggling for him.
“Mm-hmm. I could keep at you until I wore us both out.” That wasn’t nothing but the truth. Hell, he’d come twice and was already thinking about the next time. “Though I think I’m too damned old to spend the night in your Jeep.”
“Too tall’s more like it. I got a futon at my place, if you want to stretch out there.”
“Sounds good.” He was curious to see where Shane lived. Funny, he never had.
“Yeah? Cool. The smell’s gone, so it should be safe.” Shane angled himself up, reaching for their clothes. “Landlady came and found a lizard under the sink.”
“The smell? Good Lord.” He laughed out loud, sorting his shirt out from Shane’s. “Not much of a housekeeper, huh?”
“Man, I didn’t know there was a cabinet under that sink. If I had, I’d’ve found it sooner.”
“Good thing to know.” Didn’t know there was a cabinet under the sink. He snorted, getting his jeans back on. Figured. “Sometimes there’s even cabinets in the kitchen.”
“No shit?” Shane grinned over, winked. “I got paper plates and Rice Krispies in mine. Oreos too.”
“Got any popcorn?” If he was gonna be roughing it, there ought to be popcorn.
“Yeah, in the fridge with the beer. Microwave works just fine.” Shane hopped in the driver’s seat, leaving his shirt off. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.” This ought to be interesting. Galen couldn’t wait.
THEY PULLED up into the parking lot of the Evenglades Apartments—said something about a person who was either too dumb or cheap to care their sign was misspelled, but what the fuck, it made it easy to find—and parked in his spot.
“I’m in 116.” Nice little spot too. Full morning sun in the patio, dark and cooling off by the time he had to get up for work.
Shane unlocked the door and flipped on the lights to his efficiency, the pink flamingo hanging from the ceiling fan starting to spin, casting weirdass patterns over the futon and its NASCAR sheets. “Home sweet apartment. Come on in and sit. I’ll grab us a couple beers and turn the fans on.”
He got a couple Coronas, cut some limes, and popped them in the mouths of the bottles. When Shane wandered back in from the kitchenette, Galen was looking at the balcony with the kiddie pool, three floaties stacked in. “Pretty cool, huh? It’s a great place to sleep and catch some rays.”
“You sleep in the pool?” Galen looked skeptical for a minute. “’Course I sleep on the deck, so I’m not much better.”
“Yeah, it’s cool, sunny. Gets a breeze.” He nodded, grinned as a frog hopped up into the pool. “You want me to run the air? It works.”
“Nah. I’m good. I think the tour is over, right?” Galen came right on up to him and took one of the beers, hand sliding over his. “Might as well get to the entertainment.”
“You’ve seen all I got to show.” He stepped closer and let their bellies rub.
“Oh, I imagine you got hundreds of things I haven’t seen. This place have a shower?”
“Yeah. Not as big as yours, but it’ll do.” He slid his free hand around Galen’s waist.
“Size doesn’t matter.” One side of Galen’s mouth curled up in what could only be described as a damned evil way. “Just need to wash off the last go-round and get this clean.” Galen patted his ass.
He chuckled, rolled his eyes. Smartass. Sexy, hot smartass. He led Galen back into the turquoise bathroom, grabbing a couple folded towels and washrags out of the laundry basket.
Galen laughed at him. “Now, no offense, Shane. But I noticed that sink cabinet right off.”
“Well, sure, after I mentioned it.” He pointed to the fake drawers. “They weren’t real. I figured none of it was.”
That got Galen to laughing even more, clutching his belly and bending over with it. “You never tried the door?”
“Why?” He swatted Galen’s ass, good and hard, made his hand sting. “Never even thought to.”
Those eyes went black, Galen turning on him and pressing him up against the sink for a hard kiss, all of the questions and laughter flying right out the window. He met that kiss, passion like an ache inside him, sharp-edged and heated.
Quick as anything Galen had them both naked again, the Corona Galen had been holding thumping to the floor and spilling. The smell of beer warred with the smell of sex and sweat, and Galen musc
led him into the shower, turning on the water before bending to lick and bite his neck. He arched, hands sliding over Galen’s shoulders, pushing hard, rubbing.
“Yeah. Just like that.” Fuck, that voice was like warm honey, sliding over his skin like the water.
“Hell, yeah.” He kept touching, kept pushing, fucking loving the way those muscles worked against his hands.
Galen looked down at him for a minute, something dark and heavy flashing in those eyes. Then he was turned roughly to face the shower wall. He saw Galen’s long arm reach out of the shower to snag a washcloth, and then his back and ass were getting a thorough scrub, the rough cloth sliding between his asscheeks.
His breath caught a little, the action surprisingly intimate, personal, his thighs parting almost instinctively. His balls got one light swipe, and he was getting rinsed off. Then Galen tested the size of his shower, sliding down behind him, one cheek rubbing against his ass. Shane stretched, cock shrinking away from the cool touch of the tile. Galen’s big hands cupped his ass, spreading him apart, and next thing he knew, Galen’s mouth was there in between, tongue pushing against his hole.
Oh. Oh, sweet fucking hell. A sound tore out of him, raw and hungry, echoing on the tiles. A soft sound came from Galen too, and that tongue pressed right up into him, Galen’s fingers hard on him, bruising his skin.
“Galen. Oh. Oh, shit. I….” He spread wider, whimpering, toes curling tight.
Slow and easy, then fast and rough, that tongue fucked him. Relentlessly. He could hear Galen moaning over the sound of the water, and Galen’s warm fingers closed around his cock, stroking him in time.
He started rocking, pushing back into it, hips begging like a whore’s. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Len. Oh. Oh, fuck please.”
“God, you’re hot.” Oh, oh fuck that slid right up his spine. Galen pushed in, licking and sucking, hand working him until he thought he’d go crazy. Everything in him went tight as fence wire, head slamming back between his shoulders. He came so hard the blue tile went gray, nothing but a raw sob living in his throat.