by BA Tortuga
He felt fucking fine, though, loose and easy. He rolled out of the bed, heading for a piss and a quick shower before hunting Galen up. “You forget I was here? Sorry, man. I was wiped.”
“Nah. I was lettin’ you sleep, you know? Had some accounting to do.” Galen was sitting in front of an armoire he’d noticed but never looked in, and damned if there wasn’t a fancy computer in there.
“Yeah?” He tilted his head, grinned. Better Galen than him. Hell, he didn’t even have a checkbook. If he didn’t have the tips for it, he didn’t have it. “Cool.”
“It’s how I manage to live a life of leisure and run a bait shop.” Grinning over, Galen shut down and turned to him. “I was good enough at playing ball to make money once.”
“Yeah? I was supposed to, but didn’t.” Folks were still damned pissed about it too. Hadn’t talked to him in a month of Sundays.
“Well, I’m happier not. ’Course I have the luxury of having a savings and I can say that.” Galen stretched, the thin white shirt he wore rising up and showing a stretch of skin between it and the jeans.
He thought about resisting for… oh, hell, he didn’t really. He pounced, tickling that skin for all he was worth.
“Fuck!” They went down, Galen bouncing under him as they hit the floor, wiggling to get away from his fingers. He might not be a badass ex-football player, but Shane knew all about wrestling and wiggling and having a little fun, so he didn’t hold back, tickling the shit out of everything he could reach.
It was bound to happen that Galen would finally catch his breath and fight back, and he got some rib digging of his own, those snapping dark eyes laughing right along with him. It was also as fucking sure as day followed night that they’d end up plastered together, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. Those big hands of Galen’s pinned his shoulders to the floor, and one of Galen’s legs slid between his. Their kiss went on and on, not stopping for anything like breathing for a long while.
He humped up, more than happy to take a nice good-morning quickie—even if it wasn’t morning.
And he could do long too.
“Damn.” Pressing down, Galen licked along his jaw, lips moving to his throat. “You’re something else.”
He chuckled, tilting his chin, offering more. “That’s fucking hot. Damn.”
“Mm-hmm.” Didn’t look like Galen was gonna argue. His mouth was busy. Shane could feel the bruises rising under Galen’s lips. He swallowed hard, rubbing against that soft denim, nails sliding down Len’s spine.
“Wanna see you.” Galen rolled, quick as anything, putting him on top. “Fuck yeah. You have any idea how you look?”
That whiskey and cream voice was as much of a caress as Galen’s hands squeezing his ass. He moaned, balls sliding along the hard ridge of Galen’s cock, hot through the denim. “Just want you, Len. Fuck, you set me off.”
“I hear you.” Oh, yeah. Galen spread him, thick thumbs pushing right up against his hole. “I like how I set you off.”
He jerked, hand sliding to work his cock, thighs spreading wider.
“Get to me too. I’m not—I don’t—damn it.” Panting, arching under him, Galen played him. In and out, right along to the rhythm he was using on his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He tried to get Len’s jeans open, hand pushing harder, faster, balls drawing up tight. He gave up on the jeans when Len fucking sat up under him, thumbs pushing deep, and took his mouth. Just took it, tongue fucking his mouth like no tomorrow. He rocked between tongue and thumbs, shooting so fucking hard it ached, stomach hard as a rock.
“Jesus, Shane!” He was close enough to see every line on Galen’s face when he came, and Shane got another breath-stealing kiss, Galen grunting and jerking under him. He slumped, tongue sliding against Galen’s, kiss slow and lazy.
“That was a hell of a nice start.” Galen grinned against his mouth.
“Hell, yeah.” He nipped Galen’s bottom lip. “Not bad at all.”
“What do you figure we’ll do to top it?”
“Naked mayonnaise Twister?”
He got his ass popped for that. “That’s nasty.”
Shane wiggled, chuckled low. “Greased–pig-contest nasty, hoo-boy.”
“Lord. I don’t like mayonnaise.” It was good, laughing together.
“Well, Len, mustard would chafe.” He leaned, laughing hard, holding on to Galen. “Spin the bottle?”
Oh, now, something interesting was going on in Galen’s eyes. Something dark and hot. “Truth or dare?”
Oh, man. There was no way on God’s green earth he was gonna back down. No way. Course, that light in Galen’s eyes? He was in for a world of hurt—and the fact that that made his cock jump?
Wrong.
Just wrong.
“You’re on.”
“Oh good.” Definitely wrong. “Then we ought to get more comfortable.”
He rubbed his hand over his head. “Yeah. And naked. One of us is way not naked enough.”
“So, come on.” Galen rubbed his ass, hands squeezing tight before heaving him to one side and standing up, holding down a hand.
He let himself get hauled up, invading Galen’s space, working his buttons open. “Where we playing?”
“Bedroom. I like the soft.” Galen helped, undoing the soggy jeans and wiggling out of them.
“Yeah, I was jonesing on the soft this morning. Slept like the dead.” He got that fine belly bared, fingers sliding through the hair on Galen’s chest.
“You looked good in my bed.” There it was, that growl that seemed to come out when Galen was jonesing on… well, whatever the heck it was about him that set it off.
“Like sleeping with you.” He damn near bit his tongue off in shock as the words fell out of his mouth.
“Yeah?” Galen steered him back toward the bedroom, nuzzling and licking, sounding pleased as punch. “Good.”
He chased Galen’s mouth, fingers tweaking nipples, tickling those ribs. “Who goes first?”
“Oh, you go ahead.” They were both naked and sweaty and kinda messy, but it didn’t matter as Galen tumbled him down on the bed and kissed him, hands sliding on his skin.
They got all wrapped up together, touching, sharing long, lazy kisses. “Truth or dare?” Shane asked.
“Mmm. Dare. Somehow I don’t see you sitting and listening to me ramble about my childhood.”
“Oh, I bet you were a hellion.” He thought for a second. “Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go for five minutes.”
He could use a few minutes to explore that body without getting distracted, yessir.
“You’ll have to time me.” He got a glittering look before Galen settled back and reached back to grab the headboard, arms bulging.
“Uh-huh.” He leaned down, lips tracing Galen’s arm, fingers sliding along Galen’s ribs, counting them, one by one.
Galen jumped under his touch, that broad chest rising and falling, but Galen held on. “Five minutes of this, huh?”
“Uh-huh….” His lips brushed over one nipple, fingers heading down to the dark curls in the basket of Galen’s hips, tugging a little.
“Shit.” More twitching and jumping, and was that the headboard creaking?
“Don’t move, Len. I get to touch….” He let his tongue drag over that hot little nipple, fingers brushing Galen’s inner thighs. So fucking fine.
“I’m trying, Shane, but damn you’re making it hard.” All of Galen’s muscles were tight, and yeah, his cock was so hard it was reaching right up for Shane’s hands.
He grabbed for it, fingers sliding and stroking, pressing into the slit. “You’ll get your turn in… two minutes.”
“Oh, fuck. By then I’ll be dead. That or you will.” It was fascinating to watch the flush that rose on Galen’s belly, up to his chest and down along his thighs. The headboard creaked again, a harsh sound, and Galen bucked up into his hand, groaning low and deep.
“Fuck, that’s sweet.” He leaned down, pulling up in one long stroke
, a clear drop of fluid gathering in the slit. “Oh, that’s what I want.”
“Oh, God.” Hot, salty-bitter, and earthy, Galen pushed along his tongue, cock pressing against his lips. “Shane. Damn.”
He opened up, taking Len in, sucking and licking, teasing. Ninety seconds. Fuck, this was fun.
“I can’t. Shane.” Yeah. Hell, yes. Galen rolled under him, whole body arching and shaking and straining. Hot as anything. He reached under, cupped Galen’s ass, tugging that hot prick in deeper. He could count Len’s heartbeat with his tongue, strong and deep. Could feel the strong muscles in Len’s ass contract under his fingers. But damn, the man could hold on, keep it from coming, because he got no more than a few sweet drops sliding down his throat.
The last few seconds dissolved, and he lifted his head. “Y… your turn.”
Galen sat there, panting, for the longest time before finally letting go of the headboard and reaching for him, pulling him in for a kiss that bruised and burned.
Oh, sweet fuck. He grabbed the back of Len’s head, yanking them together. They kissed hard, neither of them holding back, just full-on rutting male. Len brought out the fight in him. Finally Galen broke away and pushed him back and down, so he slid off to the bed. Those eyes burned him. “Truth or dare?”
“Oh. Uh. Right. Dare, I guess. Be only fair.” His breath panted out of him.
“Cool.” How the man could walk with that hard-on, Shane could only guess, but Galen did just that. Rolled off the bed and went to the closet, then came back with both hands full.
“Then I dare you to let me put this in you.”
“In?” He tilted his head, craned his neck trying to look. “What’s this?”
Galen held up a smooth, black piece of rubber, slender and rounded, tapering at the bottom and then flaring into a wide base. “Butt plug.”
His mouth popped open, and he sorta blinked. He’d seen one before, sure. In a magazine. Damn. He jutted out his jaw; he could take any fucking thing Len dished out. “Okay.”
“You’re gonna love this, Shane. Trust me. But you have to keep it in for the rest of the game.”
“Isn’t that cheating?” He reached out, fingers sliding against Len’s belly, thighs.
“Hell, yes. But if you don’t think you can do it….” Galen trailed off, arching under his hand, practically purring. Smug.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t.” Out loud.
“Oh, good. Because then you’d lose the game and really be in to me. Hands and knees, buddy.”
“Not gonna lose.” He turned over, setting on his hands and knees, arching up and stretching his back, fingers tangling in the sheets.
A low noise was his reward, sounding like it was torn right out of Len’s gut. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His back was stroked, nice and easy, gentling him. Something cold and wet was dribbled down his ass, and he smelled something kinda fruity. Fancy lube. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” He was shivering, wanting, nerves riding his spine like marching ants.
“Okay. Just relax. This thing is way smaller than I am.” Two of Galen’s fingers pushed into him, opening him a little, then the end of the plug was pressed against him, feeling hard and alien.
“Do they make ’em bigger than you, Ego Boy?” He spread his thighs, hips rocking. The plug was cool, making his hole clench.
“God, yes. They make ’em as big as my arm. Wasn’t ego.” His butt got a sharp smack from Galen’s free hand. “Be good.”
“You’re shitting me.” He chuckled, his nerves easing right up. “And I am good. Mostly.”
“Yeah. There are some things you’re better at than anyone I know.” Once the tip of the plug was in, the rest went in easily, sliding and stretching and hitting all sorts of good spots inside. The wide, flat base settled against him, keeping it in place.
“Oh.” He stretched, shifted, feeling how that plug moved inside him.
“Oh, fuck, Shane. You look. Decadent. Fucking amazing.” Galen jostled the plug, making it spear him.
“Fuck….” Everything in him rippled, jostling like an old Ford on a dirt road. “My turn. My turn. No touching. Truth or dare?”
“I should be mean and say truth and let you sit and listen while I ramble on.” He felt Galen’s cheek rub his ass. “But I’ll say dare.”
He turned, settling on his side, hand dropping to his cock. “Want to watch you touch yourself, Len, but no coming. I wanna see how you get yourself off.”
That got him a long, considering look, Galen’s face pretty well unreadable. Then Galen nodded, settling back and propping the pillows against the headboard. Without a word, Galen grabbed the lube and got a good bit in his hands, then rubbed them together, slow and suggestive.
He scooted close enough to touch, close enough to smell Galen, to lean and lick, if he wanted. The plug moved every time he shifted, every time he squeezed. One of Galen’s hands went to his chest, rubbing up and down over the sternum, then shifting over to one nipple, pinching and pulling. The other trailed down between Galen’s legs, fingers stroking the creases between hips and thighs before wrapping around that thick cock.
“Oh….” Shane rocked, slowly fucking his hand, eyes on Galen’s hand, Galen’s cock. “You’re one fine son of a bitch….”
“Yeah? You like watching me, Shane? Like the way I look showing off for you?” That voice was a throaty growl, rough and deep. The hand on Galen’s chest dropped, joining one around Galen’s cock for a few strokes before Galen spread and arched and used that hand to roll his balls.
“Shit, Len. Ain’t never been anyone makes me need like you.” He brushed his cheek against Galen’s nipple, letting his stubble rasp.
“God. Careful if you don’t want me to come.” Galen’s muscles jumped, skin hot against him.
“I don’t. I want to be the one that sets you off.”
“You are the one doing it. Trust me.” He got a wink and a grin, but it looked strained. Galen’s hips rose and fell, hands moving fast.
“Fuck. Fuck. I want….” He pushed himself up, bent down until his lips circled Galen’s cock, bumping hard against Galen’s hand.
“Yeah. Christ. Shane!” Oh, yeah. Galen held his head lightly, humping hard. He opened wide, hips fucking the air in time with Galen’s.
“Gonna. God.” Galen shook under his lips, hips snapping, bitter heat flooding his mouth as Galen shot.
He took it all, pulling good and hard, making sure Galen felt every fucking second. Galen panted, petting him clumsily. He licked and sucked until Len was clean, then rested against the warm belly, hips still rolling slow.
“C’mere.” Galen tugged at him, that dark molasses voice slurred, rough. He slid up Galen’s body, damn near purring, hard as a rock and pleased as fuck. He’d done that, put that tone in Len’s voice.
Galen wrapped both arms around him, one hand dropping to push at the plug, the other at the small of his back. His cock rubbed against Galen’s belly. Galen’s kiss was hard, slow, a thorough taking. His eyes fucking rolled like dice, focus all about pure fucking pleasure.
The kiss broke with Galen pressing against the plug again and again, rocking it inside him. “Want to see you come for me, Shane. Want it so bad. Want to feel it on my skin.”
“Oh. Oh, shit. Len. Len, I….” He arched, spent, feeling like he was fucking drowning, like he ought to be scared but it felt so good.
He came down to Galen petting him, murmuring to him, low and easy. “Fucking hot, Shane. Make me crazed.”
He nuzzled in, hummed low. He could smell them, heat and sex and sweat all together. “Make me fucking soar, Len.”
“Good.” Galen laughed. “We’ll have to figure out who won later.”
He grinned, cuddling in for a second. “I did, of course.”
“Uh-huh.” There was no rancor there, just a low easy chuckle.
“So I just pull this thing out, yeah?” He was ready for a nice snuggle, a bit of a snooze maybe.
“I’ll do it.” They shifted, Gale
n stroking his back and testing his muscles before gently easing the plug out. “There. Now get back here.” They got arranged together, arms and legs and sticky skin all settling.
“Pushy.” The words didn’t have any heat; in fact he was grinning wide, cheek on Len’s shoulder.
“You know it. I’m glad I took the dare.”
“Yeah.” He blinked, happy as a pig in shit, fingers stroking Len’s belly. “Yeah.”
Galen laughed, going all boneless beneath him, both of them so close to sleep. “Next time we’ll play Twister.”
“’Kay. No mayonnaise, though. We’ll take our chances with the mustard.”
GALEN WATCHED Shane sleep. It was almost as good as watching Shane come, but not quite. That was orgasmic, no pun intended. The sleeping was peaceful. Good. He ran one hand down Shane’s back, remembering how the black base of the plug had looked against Shane’s smooth skin. Fucking addictive, that’s what it was.
Lord knew he ought to be running for the hills. He was starting to get used to having Shane, starting to want things he shouldn’t. They played as well as they fucked, laughed together, fought like dogs over a bone. He liked Shane. Actually enjoyed the man’s company. Thought about him when Shane wasn’t around, and not in the whoa, horny way. He thought about things he wanted to tell Shane, jokes he wanted to share.
Trouble was, for all that Shane said Galen lit his fire like no one else, he didn’t figure Shane was into him that way. Kid was easygoing, sure. Friendly. And he liked what Galen did to him in bed, no doubt about it. But Galen was pretty sure going where he was only meant a world of hurt.
Still, a man had to live dangerously.
It was worth giving it his all.
OKAY, SO Shane was an idiot.
Not that that little tidbit of information would shock anyone, but still.
It was one thing to sleep on a pillow ’cause it smelled like a certain someone, or to have a whiskey instead of a beer, or to have everything hiccup and still when anyone with a certain type of black hat walked in.
But when a certain sweet slow song came on the hit list while you were working and you got a ball of need that sorta felt like you’d been beat?