by BA Tortuga
Galen caught him as he sagged, the man strong as anything, standing up behind him and kissing his neck. “Hot as Georgia in July, Shane.”
He moaned, breathing hard, letting Galen hold him a minute. “That…. Damn. I…. Damn.”
“Mm-hmm.” Still holding his sensitized cock, Galen rubbed against him, nibbling. “Been wanting to.”
He moaned, slid his cheek against Galen’s, hips starting to move.
“God, I want in.” Galen rubbed the head of that thick cock against his hole, still open and tingling from Galen’s tongue. “But I won’t without. Not unless you tell me….”
“I’m clean. I haven’t, not with anyone else.” He turned a little, meeting those eyes straight on, heart pounding hard and furious. “You start wantin’ to move on, you just say and we’ll go back to better safe than sorry.”
“Oh, fuck, Shane.” Galen stared right at him, serious as a heart attack. “I’m good to go, I swear. And I won’t. Not until you get bored and go.” That cock nudged, pushed, slid in him the barest bit. Wide and hard and so fucking hot. “Want you.”
“Oh….” He nodded, pressed back, entire body shuddering, nerves firing like the fucking Fourth of July. “Yes. Yes, Len. In me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Shane. Fuck.” Sharp teeth closed on his neck, and Galen pushed right up inside him, spreading him wide, filling him deep and fast. Their fingers twined together, held tight against the tile, bodies working together, slamming together.
Galen’s hips dug into his ass and Galen’s chest pressed against his back as he was filled again and again, curses and moans and pleas falling on his skin.
He was riding hard, fucking flying on sensation and that voice and the heat and…. “So fucking good!”
“I can’t…. Jesus, Shane.” Oh, Galen’s cock fucking swelled in there, and his hips went crazy, snapping and rolling as Shane was filled with heat.
They were panting, shaking. He could feel Galen’s heart beating against his back.
“Oh. Fuck.” Damn, Galen sounded dazed. Almost lost. And right about then, the water went from lukewarm to cold as ice. He squeaked and Galen roared, and they stumbled out, shaking and laughing, grabbing for the towels.
“Goddamn. That was a wake-up call.” Something splashed under Galen’s foot and they both looked down to see a puddle of beer. That just made Galen laugh even harder.
He grinned, shook his head. “Now see? That? I’ll know that smell….”
“I sure hope so, with what you do.” Galen grabbed him and swung him into a hard kiss. “You showed me the shower. Now show me the bed.”
“Come to the futon. The pool’s not big enough for two.” He nipped Galen’s bottom lip, damn near giddy.
Galen slid an arm around his waist, and they tumbled into the other room and flopped onto the futon. That smile was enough to light up the whole place, Galen looking happy and sleepy and still half-horny.
They found the places they fit together, cocks and legs and arms settling in. “’S good.”
“Mm-hmm.” Nuzzling in, Galen went all octopus on him, wrapping around him, practically purring. “Better’n good.”
“Yeah.” He stole another kiss, slow and lazy, head finding the pillow before the tingling in his lips faded. Damn.
Just. Damn.
Chapter Four
GALEN WAITED until he had to go to Miami. He probably could have gone to any number of places, but he wanted a measure of anonymity he couldn’t get in the Keys, so he waited.
The store was bright and clean and one he’d been to before, because Galen was damned careful about where he bought his stuff. No way was he gonna buy from some sleazy hole-in-the-wall adult bookstore. The clerks were fine at looking the other way while he shopped too, so as not to make him uncomfortable.
The first damned thing he went for was the plugs. Just the thought of using one on Shane made him sweat, made his palms damp. Shane would look so damned hot on his knees with that black one… yeah. Galen got it, and a thicker, shorter one too. Just for variety.
Fuck, for all he knew, Shane would run screaming if he broke out that kinda shit, but the kid took everything he had to give and then some, so it was worth a try. He wanted. Oh, he wanted. He’d picked up some soft wrist restraints and thought about ankle ones when he found himself stroking a collar, heavy leather, with rings placed at regular intervals.
Jesus. He’d never even thought of a collar. Galen’s cock hardened in a rush that left him dizzy and blushing, looking around to make sure no one noticed. No one seemed to care a damn bit, so he picked it up and considered it, pictured it around Shane’s throat.
Holy mother of God, that was a thought.
Galen took that too.
Nipple clamps, a variety of cock rings, and a whole damned basketful of lube and he was ready. There were a thousand and one other things he wanted, but if he had them, he’d try to use them on Shane, and slow and steady might win the race better. He had enough to start.
As he checked out, he saw a little display of travel-size Kleenex packages, and with a wry grin turning up one corner of his mouth, he plopped a couple of those onto the counter, making the clerk chuckle.
Thinking about Shane and that collar? He was gonna need them as soon as he climbed back into his truck.
“BUSTER? HEY, bud!” Shane hadn’t heard that nickname in a month of Sundays, not since he’d stopped spending Sunday afternoons at the Bend, playing volleyball and drinking with the guys.
Sure enough, it was Brad—or Bart, maybe? Eh, it’d been a while—standing at the bar, all tanned and blond and toothy. “Howdy. Been a while. What can I do you for?”
“Margarita and an appletini.”
Shane barely managed not to roll his eyes. Damned girly drinks. “You got it. You want salt?”
“Sure. Where you been?”
He shrugged, grabbed two glasses, working quick and easy. “Been fishing, relaxing.”
Getting fucked to within an inch of my life and loving it, thanks. Please tip your bartender.
“We’re having a party tonight, Bust. Poppers. Blow. Weed. I could sure stand to have a little of your time, if you’re around.”
He looked over at the hair that was perfectly sunlit, perfect tan, white T-shirt, khaki pants, Birkenstocks. In his head, he made a quick comparison, decision surprisingly—and, if he was honest, distressingly—easy to make. He slid the apple, pineapple, and cherry garnish into the bright green drink. “Thanks, man, but I got plans.”
Plans with a certain whiskey-soaked mouth that may or may not show tonight but was worth waiting on.
Hoo-boy.
IT WAS too hot to move. Too hot to think. That had to be why Galen was lying out on his deck in a pair of ratty old jeans and an open shirt, sucking down beer rather than finding Shane and sucking him instead. Well, that and the fact that the kid had been pulling double and triple shifts, thanks to some asshole quitting down at the club. Galen sighed, rubbing the beer bottle over his bare belly. He hadn’t seen as much of Shane as he’d like because of it either.
He’d found out that watching Shane work not only made him horny, it made him jealous. Kid was a natural flirt and worked at a job where smiling and touching weren’t unusual, and while he didn’t like it about himself, Galen had learned he was a possessive bastard who got riled right on up over that.
Hell. He hadn’t known what to do with himself ever since that one night. The one that started on the beach and ended at Shane’s with Galen pushing his bare cock into the hottest, tightest place he’d ever been. Shane hadn’t been any different, but Galen had felt something shift, something in his equilibrium, and wouldn’t his momma be proud of that twenty-five-cent word?
Maybe he should just go fishing. Would, if it wasn’t so hot. He was contemplating his options and trying not to think of Shane’s ass when he dozed off.
Something hot and wet slid up along his stomach, heading toward his nipple; the button on his jeans opened. Damn. He was dreaming. Either that or h
is beer had gotten hot while he slept and he’d spilled it. Galen blinked and opened his eyes, squinting down at his chest.
Sky blue eyes smiled up at him, Shane looking worn-down but happy. “Hey.”
Lips wrapped around his nipple, pulling good and hard, waking him all the way up.
His hands came up to rub along the back of Shane’s head. “Hey. Long time no see.”
“No shit. Run my ass plumb off.” Shane’s tongue dragged over his skin. “Off ’til Tuesday, though. Hired a new guy, and Rog is pulling tonight’s shift.”
“Yeah?” Oh, fuck that felt good. Galen stretched and arched under Shane’s mouth. “Sorry I ain’t been in, but it’s hard to watch and not have.”
“Shit. I been busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking convention.” Fingers slid his jeans open, rubbing, tugging his cock out to touch.
“Fuck!” God, yeah. He’d been missing that touch, dreaming about it. “That’s it. Yeah.”
“Want you. So fucking bad.” Shane pushed up, lips covering his as that hand stroked hard.
“Now. You know it.” He touched Shane’s shoulders and back, finding bare skin, making him groan.
“Yes. Now.” Shane was in the barest cutoffs, moving to straddle his thighs, pressed close and so fucking hot.
Did he say it was too hot to move? Seemed hot enough as Galen popped the button on Shane’s cutoffs, freeing that sweet cock. He stroked it, moving it right up with his so he could squeeze them together. “Sweet Christ, I can smell you.”
“Thought about you all fucking night last night. Fucking zipper was gonna eat through my cock.”
“God.” He jerked them both, sweat slicking them up just enough. His thighs were hard and tight beneath Shane’s ass, his belly clenched up, chest heaving. “Dreamed of you.”
“Yeah. Fuck….” Shane leaned down, nipped the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his ear. “Len. Need this.”
He knew that need. It gnawed at his guts, trite as that sounded. Galen pushed them higher, faster, harder. He intended all sorts of things for that sweet ass, for that soft mouth, but for now? He needed to see Shane come. Shane’s fingers grabbed his shoulder, his hip, gasps becoming sharp, sweet cries as heat poured over his fingers.
Oh. Galen groaned, keeping his eyes wide open until Shane was done, still gasping and quivering. Then Galen closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he came. Shane nuzzled against his throat, licking and sucking, breath slowing.
“Oh, man. That was like a lightning storm, buddy.” Galen grinned, looking for his beer. It was on the deck, and it was bone-dry empty. “Wanna get something to drink and get in by the fan?”
“Hell, yeah.” Shane nodded, stretching as he stood, a hint of their come on his belly.
Galen grabbed him, hands on Shane’s hips, and leaned down to lick it off, tasting all salt and heat and them. His cock twitched, making him look down at it in amazement. “Damn. Come on, you. We need to get right in so we can get to round two.”
Shane chuckled, hauled up the little shorts, giving him a good look at that tight little ass framed just so.
Before he could jump it, Galen turned and hauled Shane inside, flipping on the fan as he went by. “Beer or hard cider?”
“Beer’s good.” Shane headed to the sink, running cold water over his face. Galen pulled out a couple of beers and got in the freezer for a tray of ice cubes. Grinning, Galen got Shane while his back was still turned, slipping one cold cube down the back of those shorts.
“Fuck!” Shane squeaked, jumping, hand tugging the back of those shorts, ass wriggling. “Cold!”
“Feels good, huh?” Oh, yeah, he was having some serious bad porno movie thoughts about the ice. “Air’s on in the front room.”
“Bitch.” Shane grabbed one of the beers with one hand, his ass with the other.
“Be nice, or I’ll dump the whole batch on you instead of doing it one at a time on your nipples and balls.”
“My balls?” Oh, that was a squeak, right enough.
“Hell, yeah.” Sauntering, maybe even swaggering a little, Galen headed for the living room, grinning over his shoulder. “Just think. The ice right under them… your cock in my mouth.”
Shane went dark red, lips parting. “That would be… cold.”
“Cold and white hot all at the same time. I tell you what, it’ll blow your mind.” He wasn’t gonna tell Shane about the kid who did it to him once in New Orleans, cock, balls, and ass all feeling that burn.
Shane settled on the sofa, looking at him a little wide-eyed, a lot curious. “No shit?”
If Galen wasn’t already more than half-gone for the kid, that look would have done it. He’d said it before, but that complete willingness to try it if he threw it out there really did it for him. “No shit. It’s… intense.”
“Yeah?” Shane leaned back, adjusted his prick a little, thighs parting.
As much as he liked the grabbing and taking, Galen thought it was time for a little teasing. He sipped his beer, then picked up an ice cube and sucked it between his lips, licking until it was mostly melted. “Yeah. It’s like you can’t get away fast enough and can’t get close enough.”
He got a soft chuckle, a nod. “I been there with you before. Like my body and my mind can’t fucking decide what’s up.”
Now he was the one making room for his cock. He shifted a bit. “Yeah? I like that.”
“Yeah.” Shane sorta hid in a long draw of the longneck, eyes lingering on him.
Galen set his beer aside and took up the rapidly melting ice tray, then went to kneel before Shane. “Take these off.”
Shane’s beer joined his, button popped open, then the shorts were slid down, baring that heavy cock to him. Fuck yes. That cock was already half-hard, and Galen bent to lick it, tasting the tip, lips just closing around.
“Oh….” Shane’s head fell back, throat working. “Been too fucking long since I felt that….”
“Mm-hmm.” Been too long since he tasted it too. Galen worked all the way down the shaft, lips working the base, feeling Shane grow to full hardness in his throat. Then he pulled back enough to breathe and scrabbled for a chip of ice, sliding it along Shane’s left thigh.
“Cold….” Shane spread wide, heel settling on the edge of the sofa.
Galen left Shane’s cock for long enough to suck up a mark on the damp patch of Shane’s skin. “Better?”
“Oh.” Shane licked his lips, wetting them, watching. “Yeah. Shit, Len. You twist me up and smooth me back out again.”
He was starting to twist. Going back down on Shane’s prick was the easiest thing ever, and he scooped up another bit of ice, rubbing it on Shane’s belly this time, low down.
That got him a full-body shiver, those stomach muscles going tight enough the drops of water rolled. Shane’s balls were full, heavy, and Galen nuzzled into them, licking and kissing gently while he grabbed more ice to rub over Shane’s nipples. He had about six pieces left. He’d have to make them good.
Shane started rocking, long, slow undulations between his hand and his mouth, hungry little sounds starting. Fucking beautiful. He was getting Shane just where he wanted, flying on the sensations. Still nibbling on those fine, musky balls, Galen rubbed the next piece over the head of Shane’s cock, listening hard for those sounds he loved.
“Oh, damn….” Shane jerked away, then pressed forward, Shane’s fingers digging into the cushions.
“See? Fucking amazing.” Galen gave Shane a break, looking up at him, petting Shane’s thighs. That belly was red, the nipples hard and dark. Fuck, he wanted to clamp them, suck them, watch them bruise.
“You…. You look so fucking fine….” Shane leaned down, curled toward him, kissing him hard enough their teeth clicked, one hand holding them together.
The kiss went on and on, both of them into it, their tongues pushing against the other’s. Galen moaned into it, almost losing himself in it, but managed to break off, breathing hard. “There’s more.”
Sha
ne’s fingers trailed over his mouth, stroking a little before leaning back, breathing hard. That mouth was swollen, Shane’s cheeks rosy with what he was doing, and damn it was a picture. Galen went right back down on Shane’s cock and scooped up a tiny ice chip to press right under Shane’s balls.
Shane spread wide, both legs this time, hips sliding on the upholstery.
He wanted more. He could taste how good it was on his tongue, smell it strong and male. His own cock was gonna blow, but Galen forced himself to wait. One more piece, yeah, just there, sliding into Shane’s ass.
“Len!” The cry was sharp, sweet, Shane humping suddenly, fucking his mouth, hips jerking gracelessly. That was it. That was what he wanted. Galen followed the ice with two fingers, pushing right in, his own hips riding air as he pulled Shane all the way into his throat.
“Fuck! Fuck, yes. Yes….” Shane arched and shot, entire body bowing, ass clenched tight around his fingers. Goddamn that was the sexiest fucking thing ever. Galen came hard, whole body shaking, harsh moans tearing from his chest.
“Oh. Oh, sweet Christ. I…. Oh, fuck, Len. It’s good with you.” Shane eased back onto the sofa, sprawled, debauched.
“Yeah, Shane. Good.” He crawled up next to Shane and took a kiss, sharing Shane’s flavor. Shane’s hand slid over his waist, holding him, thumb rubbing in lazy circles.
Sweaty, sticky, they rested until Galen caught himself snoring. “Shower?”
“Uh-huh.” Shane blinked over at him, eyes bloodshot as hell. “Lemme stay?”
“Hell, yes. We’ll sleep in and get some of those fancy sweet rolls for lunch.” Now that Shane was there, Galen wasn’t letting him go for days.
“Cool.” They wrenched themselves up off the sofa, Shane leaning against him a little as they headed back.
Galen grinned, mentally planning all of the things he and Shane could do before Tuesday. And reveling in the fact that Shane had come to him.
SHANE SLEPT all night, all morning, stretched out and relaxed on that soft bed. When he finally managed to open his eyes, it was late afternoon and half a day was wasted.