Rain and Whiskey

by BA Tortuga

  “Not as soon as I thought. She’s coming in mid-October for four or five days, and I was hoping you’d meet her.” The leg against his started bouncing a little, and Galen’s ears went red.

  “Okay.” He couldn’t help pouting a little. “Means I shouldn’t come that Saturday night, yeah?”

  “Why? I told her I had someone, and that you’d be around after work. She said she’d bring earplugs.” Oh, those ears were really red.

  He blinked, watching Galen for a second, then started laughing, tickled deep. His momma? Was not that cool. “Hell, I like her already.”

  “She’ll like you, I bet. If nothing else, because I want you to meet her. Never done that before.” Galen stood abruptly, hitching up those thin pants. “I’m gonna go start the shower. You finish up and come on.”

  “’Kay.” Well, shit. Only God knew what he’d said wrong. He finished his dinner and put all the trash away, shrugging. Len would either tell him or not. Some guys were weird about their folks.

  He grabbed Len’s beer and headed back to where the steam was pouring from the shower. “Brought your beer.”

  The sheets were turned down in the bedroom, low light beside the bed the only illumination, and a tray was set out, impossible to miss as he wandered through, shedding clothes. Curiosity got the best of him and he went to look at what was shining. The lube was pretty obvious. The sparkly came from a pair of alligator-type clips with a chain between them and a contraption that could only have one purpose, from the looks of the rings and the leather.

  His eyebrows went up, and he picked up the clips, testing one on his finger. Damn, them things had a grip.

  Then he heard Len moving in the tub, and he put them down with a click and clatter, cheeks hot like he’d been snooping. “That you, Shane? You coming in, or are you wearing your spunk all night?”

  “I’m coming.” He grinned at himself and slid into the tub, rubbing against Galen’s ass.

  “Not yet, but gimme time to work on it.” Whatever had gotten under Galen’s skin looked to be gone, Galen pushing back against him and chuckling.

  He pinched and laughed, hands wrapping around to find cock and belly and touch. “Smartass.”

  “Is it?” Galen looked back over his shoulder to where they were pressed together. “I guess it is good-lookin’.”

  “Oh, ho!” He popped the ass in question good and hard, grinning to beat the band. “You’re cruisin’.”

  “Promises, promises.” Turning, Galen grabbed him, soapy hands sliding on his skin. “Darlin’, it is good to have you off work.”

  It gave him a thrill, the way Galen said “darlin’,” like he was something special. “Hell, yes. Live for my time off these days.”

  “Mm-hmm.” That mouth. Oh, man, it was on his throat, Galen biting and licking.

  “Uhn….” He let his head fall back, breath panting from him. He slid his hands over Galen’s shoulders, rubbing hard.

  “You’re… something else.” Just as breathless, Galen rocked against his belly, hands hard on him, pulling him up to his tiptoes for a kiss.

  Oh, sweet fuck, yes. He met that kiss head-on, fucking addicted to the taste, the sounds Len fed into his lips. They rocked, Galen planted solid, pushing against him, then back. That sweet mouth opened his right up, and Galen pressed inside, tongue fucking his mouth with hard, deep strokes.

  He moaned, the sound torn from him, raw and needy. His fingers tangled in Len’s hair, holding on, holding them together. Galen squeezed his ass, rolled his hips, and suddenly Shane was against the cold tile at the far end of the tub with Galen humping him like crazy. He pushed right back, up on his toes, scrabbling for purchase as they went right to town on a straightaway.

  “God. Can’t even wait to get you in bed.” Slick, soapy, they slid together, Galen’s cock slipping between his legs.

  “We got all fucking night, Len.” He got one leg curled around Galen, rocking harder, faster.

  “All of three days.” Galen nipped him, fucking bit right down on his shoulder, drawing blood.

  “Yes!” His head fell back and he bit his tongue, hard, but he was so busy shooting his fucking soul out his cock he’d have to hurt later.

  “Christ almighty.” Galen’s heat joined his a few heartbeats later, a low, agonized groan coming from him.

  He couldn’t quite catch his breath, so he held on, panting, shaking a little. They leaned there, the shower pattering away for the longest time before Galen could straighten away from him and haul them both out of the bath. “You’re gonna kill me.”

  “It’s a helluva way to go.” His knees were Jell-O wobbly, head bobbing on his neck.

  “Heck yeah. Now I know this water turns off somewhere.”

  “Yeah. One of them… uh… turning deals….”

  “Faucet.” The water stopped abruptly, Galen holding Shane up with one hand and turning off the water with the other. “Bed. We can dry off in there.”

  “Bossy.” He winked and nodded, a little giddy, a lot happy.

  They managed the bed fine; in fact, he did his share of drying Len off.

  “Nope. Just about to fall down.” Those dark eyes sparkled at him, Galen laughing and scrubbing Shane’s hair dry.

  They got stretched out and settled, relaxed and laughing, Shane catching the last few drops of water off Galen’s mustache with his tongue.

  “Lord. I had a few plans for tonight, but I think they’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” Hauling him close, Galen wrapped a leg around his hip, nuzzling on him.

  “We got time.” He yawned, found his spot and stayed right there, sinking like a stone. “Night, love.”

  He was already asleep before he realized what he’d said.

  GALEN COASTED on Shane’s good night for a good half a day. Well, all night and half the day. He knew Shane probably didn’t mean anything by it, but he liked the sound of that “love” a hell of a lot. He surely did.

  He let Shane sleep in, let it go for as long as he could, but about noon it got the better of him, and Galen dove back in bed, tickling Shane’s bare ass where it met his thighs.

  Shane squeaked and jumped and came up out of the sheets all blinky. “’M up! I’m up!”

  “Are you?” He laughed, groping. “Not yet, eh. I can fix that.”

  Shane was still in the soft and dazed mode, pushing into his arms for a kiss. “Mornin’.”

  “Morning. Though it’s just coming on afternoon.” He kissed right back, hands taking in all of that smooth skin, touching the bruises he’d left the night before.

  “Yeah? Sorry. Sleep good with you.” Shane was cuddling in, rubbing, starting to wake up for him.

  “Yeah. I sleep better with you around too.” Damn. Seemed like it was their day for getting all touchy-feely. Still, it was only the truth. “So, are we fucking and then eating? Or eating and then fucking?”

  “Hmm…. Fucking, then eating. Then fucking to work off the calories.” Those blue eyes blinked up at him.

  “Now that’s a plan I can get behind. Or maybe I should get behind you.” Galen rolled Shane to his side and snuggled up behind. “We haven’t done it this way.”

  “Mmm… no.” Shane was still smiling, sliding against him.

  “Now that’s a goal. The Guinness Book of Sexual Positions.” He pressed against Shane, cock lengthening, firming.

  Shane chuckled. “So long as we get to start over once we’re done? I’m so there.”

  “Oh, I don’t plan to be done with you any time soon.” Reaching back, Galen grabbed the lube, figuring it was better to have it on hand. His prick slid along Shane’s ass, touching Shane’s balls before pulling back. Shane fucking purred, cheek rasping against his arm, free hand sliding down that tanned, pretty belly.

  “You’d make a dead man rise up, darlin’.” Waiting was overrated. Galen popped the lube open, got some on his hand, and reached down to slick the way, fingers pressing Shane’s balls, then the skin behind.

  A soft groan sounded, and Shane’s top
leg fell forward, letting him in, hips tilting toward his touch. So pretty. So damned ready. Galen opened Shane up with his fingers, two of them pushing right in. “Been needing.”

  Shane nodded, the action baring the nape of Shane’s neck for him. “Yeah. Like an ache you can’t rub away.”

  “Sure is fun tryin’.” That vulnerable nape was more than he could stand. Galen bit at it, licking to take the sting out, a third finger joining the first two in Shane’s body.

  That got him a groan, Shane riding his fingers, rocking for him, pushing them. “Yeah….”

  That was just more invitation than one man ought to get, and all he needed. Galen pulled his fingers free, and slicked himself up. He pushed, easing past the initial resistance of Shane’s body and ending that first thrust seated deep inside.

  “Oh…. That’s fine….” The words were soft groans, Shane reaching back to stroke his hip, his leg.

  So fine he could hardly stand it. Made him stop, breathe deep. “God, Shane.” He moved then, lips and tongue working Shane’s skin, hands moving Shane into a soft, easy motion.

  Easy as breathing, but so much hotter, they rocked and shifted. Shane turned his head, mouth marking the inside of his arm. Yeah. Just like that. Galen groaned, loud and strong. His hips rocked; his breath started to come short. He reached around, fingers stroking Shane’s nipples. Lips and tongue became teeth, scraping his skin, those nipples going hard and tight, body squeezing him good and tight.

  “Shane!” Faster. He had to move faster. The pressure and heat were good, so damned good, and Galen went in search of more, licking along Shane’s shoulder. “You’re burning me right up.”

  One of Shane’s hands dropped, starting pumping that heavy cock, pulling hard. Goddamn. They moved faster and faster, Galen pushing them now, the position allowing him to go so deep. He bit and growled, low, desperate words coming from him. Filthy words, love words. God.

  And just like everything else, Shane took it, took him, nodded and cried out, holding him tight. His hand folded over Shane’s, stroking and pulling, rubbing his flushed face against Shane’s back. “Gonna.”

  “Uh-huh. Now, love. Len. Now.”

  “Yeah. Oh, God!” Galen lost it, his brain going all white static as he shot, filling Shane deep.

  He was still buried deep when the world all came to rights, Shane relaxed and sated in his arms. His heart was still pounding, sweat running down his back. Random tremors shook his muscles. “Jesus fuck, lover. That was….”

  Hell. He didn’t have words. Shane nodded, fingers twining with his, holding on, squeezing. Galen settled, stroking Shane’s hand, content to settle for a while.

  Sooner or later they’d get to his plan. He wasn’t in any hurry. He’d make sure Shane didn’t go anywhere anytime soon.

  THEY NAPPED and bathed and made coffee and pancakes, which led to Galen standing behind him, helping him flip them, which was sexy and fun and cool as fuck all at once. Of course, pancakes led to syrup, which led to kneeling in front of Len at the breakfast table and sucking the sweet right off.

  And that led to more nappage, this time out on the deck in the late-afternoon sun.

  He was on his belly, soaking up some rays, trying to figure how bad he wanted a drink—if he stood up, he’d lose his perfect spot, his sunbeam, and what was comfy and right now would be gooey and sticky after digging in the fridge. Of course, eventually he’d dehydrate….

  That took a while, though….

  “You want anything?” Looked like Galen’d read his mind, rolling up to stand next to him, shading him for a minute.

  He let his eyes drag up along that fine bod. Yeah. Always. “My kingdom for a glass of water.”

  “Sure thing.” Galen grinned and headed off, those long, long legs left bare by a little pair of cutoffs.

  Oh, that was enough to make his position on the chair a little less comfortable, his prick liking that look, yessir.

  The front view was as good, if not better, when Galen came back and handed him a fancy bottled water, icy cold and all. “You look fucking decadent, Shane. I like it.”

  He took the water and drank deep, the cold hitting his belly like a weight. “You bring it out in me.”

  “You think?” Galen sat next to him, pressing an even colder bottle of water against the small of Shane’s back. “Good.”

  His thighs parted, back arched. “Cold.”

  “Lord, Shane. That’s fucking sex on a stick.” That cold bottle pressed against his thigh, condensation running down between his legs.

  “You’re one to talk. Damn.” The cold felt fine, brought to mind the afternoon Len’d brought out a bowl of ice and…. Damn. Yeah.

  Galen’s shadow got closer, and then Galen’s mouth was on him, licking up the line of water, teeth threatening.

  He groaned, toes curling up, the deck chair creaking. “Damn….”

  “Mmm. You taste like sunshine.” Galen nuzzled in, mouth moving on his skin, hands sliding up his calves. He purred, just like that, melting, moving under Len’s hands. Galen was going to town, moving up and up, teeth nipping at him hard enough to sting. “Your ass makes me insane.”

  He wriggled, the chair threatening to tip. “You want to take this in to a not-fixing-to-fall surface so I can touch too?”

  “Hell, yes. Got the air on in there too.” Galen got up, held down a hand to help him up. “Let’s go.”

  He let Galen help him up, pushing close to rub against that heat before pouring the rest of his cold water down Len’s spine and running like hell. He heard Galen yelp and his chair crash to the deck as Galen maybe ran into it. Soon after the thunder of Galen coming after him sounded loud, and Galen caught up to him at the bedroom door, taking him down on the bed in a move that reminded him Galen had been semipro.

  He oofed and the breath whooshed out of him in a rush, ass pushing right back into Len’s belly.

  “God, darlin’. You feel good. Feel even better when I… there.” Those itty cutoffs dropped next to him on the bed, Galen lowering back down, skin on skin.

  “Oh….” He nodded, pushed and rubbed, jonesing on the heat, the pleasure.

  “Yeah.” That hot prick was sliding against his ass, hard and wet-tipped, pushing and pressing. Then suddenly, shockingly, Galen was gone, rolling off him.

  “Len?” He turned, reaching for his… for the strong arm. “You okay?”

  “Hell, yes. I’ve not been so all right in my whole life. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let this weekend get away without having my way with you.” Galen’s eyes twinkled, and he lifted his fingers to lick them. “Stretch out on your back.”

  Oh. Oh, fucking cool. He traced Len’s lips, legs sliding around so he could lie back.

  “Now that’s worth looking at.” That voice was as sure a caress as Galen’s hands, sliding up his legs and hips, over his belly to his chest. His nipples got pinched and rolled, Galen watching him closely. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, his thighs going hard and tight, sensation shooting straight through him. Bending, Galen licked each small bit of flesh in turn, biting gently, blowing on them. “Been wanting to do this a long while. Hold still.”

  Len reached over to the bedside table and picked up that little chain with the clips, holding it up for him to see. “This gets the least bit bad, you holler like crazy.”

  Oh. Oh, he’d…. Yeah. Damn. And probably ow, but….

  He nodded, groaning a little. “Hollering I can do.”

  “Good. Take a deep breath and let half of it out. Let the other half out when I put the clamp on, okay?” Waiting for his nod and for his deep breath, Galen opened one of the little clips and closed it around the flesh of his left nipple, slow and easy.

  “Oh….” His balls crawled right up, the pressure hot and bright. He’d never been so fucking aware of his nipple, of how each breath made it throb. “Damn….”

  A harsh moan came from Galen, those eyes on his skin, burning him. “Fucking beautiful. Breathe for a minute, lover.”


  He breathed that word in deep, sorta drew it in and fucking held it. Smiling, that look pure mischief, Galen bent and licked his unclamped nipple before sitting up and putting the little clip right down on it.

  “Shit.” He raised up a little, then blinked as the little chain tugged, sent sparks. “Fuck.”

  “Feel like nothing else, don’t it?” He got a kiss, Galen’s tongue pushing deep, and Len pulled that tiny chain, making more than sparks go off. Fireworks. He reached up, half to hold on, half to ease that stretch before he fucking dissolved. “Not done yet, Shane. Got one more thing. Think you can hold on for me?”

  “I. Yeah. Yeah, for you.” His cheeks heated, and he didn’t know where to look, felt as awkward as a new calf.

  One hand cradled his cheek, Galen turning him to look right into those dark eyes. “This is for you too, lover. If it’s not working, we don’t.”

  He nodded, heart pounding. “It’s working, Len. So good I can’t start to understand it.”

  “Good.” Oh, God. He got another kiss, Galen pressing lightly against his nipple, licking along his jaw. “Fucking love seeing you hot for me, shaking for it. Makes me proud.”

  He moaned, legs sliding on the sheets, lips brushing against Galen’s temple, his ear. “Len. Need you.”

  “Yeah. Fuck, Shane. The rest will have to wait.” Reaching over, Galen grabbed the lube, and those slick fingers slid past his balls, pushing right into him.

  “Can’t wait. Want you now.” He bore down, took those fingers deep, and started rocking.

  Nodding, cheeks flushed and cock bobbing, Galen opened him quickly. Didn’t take much, the way they’d been at it all weekend. Galen pulled free right fast and got lined up, hands sliding up to this chest to pinch those little clamps as he slid in.

  Shane arched, pushed himself up until he was riding Galen’s cock, meeting each thrust, needing so fucking bad.

  “Oh. Fuck, lover. I… oh.” Galen was just as hot, voice rough and low. Those hands moved on him, running down his belly, circling his cock. “Love.”