by BA Tortuga
GALEN FIRED up the hot tub, looking forward to sinking into it. They’d walked all over, eaten two huge meals, drunk hurricanes, and made out in a jazz club. It had been a damned good day, but he was tired and a little sore, and wanted to crack open the bottle of champagne he’d ordered up for them and get in the tub, despite the warnings not to drink and soak. He’d never had blood pressure problems, and he’d bet Shane never had either. They were both healthy enough for a long soak and a hard fuck.
He looked over to find Shane sorta staring at him, and Galen chuckled. “Still mulling over that fake-hand explanation, darlin’?”
“Nah, just looking.” Of course the blush said something completely different.
“Uh-huh.” He gave his ass a little wiggle when he bent over to adjust the jets, knowing that in nothing but his jeans he’d be giving Shane a nice, teasing view.
“Mmm….” Shane wandered closer, hands sliding along the back of his thighs. “Pretty.”
God. His cock jumped at the touch, and honest to goodness, he thought Shane was gonna kill him young, or maybe his dick would fall off someday as much as he was using it. What a way to go. He pushed back into the touch, humming. Shane rubbed and touched, the motion more sensual than arousing, slow and lazy and easy.
“Oh, that’s good.” It was relaxing all sorts of sore muscles.
“Mm-hmm.” Shane leaned down, kissed the small of his back. “Real good.”
He straightened up when Shane did, stretching tall before shucking off his jeans. He turned, sliding his arms down along Shane’s shoulders, looping them loosely around Shane’s neck. “Always good with you.”
Shane nodded, fingers slipping around his waist, the touch warm and light. “This was a good idea. Coming out to play.”
“Yeah.” He kissed Shane’s throat, lips moving over the marks there, both fresh and fading. “Thanks for coming, lover.”
Shane hummed, stepping close, naked except for the soft cotton briefs. “You’re welcome.”
They rubbed a little, swayed a little, easy in their bones. He’d not enjoyed a vacation so much since… oh, maybe spring break in ’89. Maybe not. Maybe he just never had. “Want some bubbles?”
“Oh, yeah. You know how I feel about bubbles.” He got one of those shit-eating, happy-with-the-world grins as Shane shimmied out of his briefs.
He copped a feel, laughing out loud when Shane yelped. They got the champagne open with minimum mess and hit the tub. Galen groaned happily as he sank in, just loving it.
Shane slid in, eyes rolling. “Oh. Oh, fuck. This is nice. We need us one of these, Len.”
“Yeah. We could put one out in back, extend the deck.” We. Shit, he was thinking of his house as theirs.
“Ooh. Can you imagine how much fun that would be? Bubbling while a storm rolled in….”
“Mmm.” Hell, yes, he could imagine it. He could imagine staking Shane out on the deck as a storm came up too, all tied up and open for him and the elements.
Shane shifted closer, his hand petting his belly, drawing circles. “That is a great sound.”
“Just thinking of you all naked and hard with a tropical blowing up.” The thought made him hard.
“Oh, yeah. Man, those storms? Do it for me. The wind and the water, the air all alive. Perfect jack-off weather.”
“God, yeah.” And could anyone else read his mind like that? Jesus. He floated over a little closer, nuzzling in.
They shared some bubbly, Shane’s hands playing and stroking, petting and moving constantly. So tactile. So fascinated with his skin and hair and lips. Galen loved it. Loved the feel of Shane against him. Loved Shane. It was a hard thing to admit, but there it was.
Shane was chuckling, coaxing bubbles over his nipples and then popping them. Playing. Teasing. The lack of urgency was great, even his insistent hard-on just something that was hot, but not needing immediate attention. It was good to have fun.
They floated, rubbed, talked about shit—from being kids to baseball to fantasies. “Why’d you retire from football, Len? You get bored?”
“Partly.” He thought about it for a minute, trying honestly to figure out how to explain it. “I was good enough to play some, off the bench, you know? So I made some money, didn’t just sit on the practice team all the time. But I was never good enough to play first string all the time. And I wasn’t too damned happy with what I was turning into.”
Galen laughed, shifting so Shane floated up half on his lap. “I went home to see my momma two years ago, showed up on her doorstep hungover and still a little high. And she kicked me out. Told me not to darken her door until I got my shit together. That did me.”
“Yeah?” Shane smiled over. “I haven’t talked to my folks since ’95. You sound real close to yours.”
“That long? Why? Because you moved down to Florida?” His momma he was close to, yeah. His dad? His dad didn’t even know him.
Shane shrugged. “Because I stayed in the Keys. Because I’m a slacker. Because I won’t ever be a doctor with a pretty wife and kids or nothing like my brother.” He got a sad little half smile. “Mostly? Because they have one good son and one good son’s better than one good son and one bartending beach bum.”
He kissed Shane’s jaw, licked at Shane’s lips. “Yeah. My dad’s got three kids with his wife. He never did want to get to know me, ’cause I figure I was a mistake.”
“That’s a shame, Len. You’re the furthest thing I ever met from a mistake.” Oh, fuck, those eyes were serious, sure.
That deserved a kiss. Galen gave him one, opening Shane’s mouth with his, tasting with his tongue. Thanking him. Shane melted against him, wet hands in his beard, his hair, sweet little moans pushing into his mouth.
He loved those sounds. He grabbed Shane’s ass, pulled him close, tried to crawl into his skin. Shane straddled him, settled so Galen’s cock was sliding along the crease of that fine ass.
“Mmm. Oh, damn.” That ass. So tight and muscled and good against him. Galen licked Shane’s chin, his neck, thinking how when the going got tough, they just had sex. Of course, when shit was great, they had sex. Or when they were hot or bored or tired or jumpy or….
Shane’s nails scraped his nipples, his ribs, firm enough to tingle. Arching, moaning, he spread Shane with his hands, letting his cock rub and push.
“Oh. Want.” Shane shifted, chest sliding against him. “Come on, Len.”
“Yeah. Want you.” He always wanted Shane, but the degree varied. Now it was building into something sharp. He spread Shane wider, thumbs opening him, knowing water wasn’t the best lube, but Shane should still be fairly loose. Shane nodded, moving slow, hips rocking, taking his thumbs nice and easy.
Galen shifted, the head of his cock sliding between his thumbs, just pushing. “So hot, lover.”
“Like a tin roof in August. Fuck, that feels good. Full.”
“Love the way you feel inside.” Galen sank in, inch by slow inch, grunting as he got seated good and deep, and Shane leaned back, giving him the most amazing angle.
“Oh, sweet fuck.” Shane’s eyes were heavy, dazed, breath coming nice and slow, entire body rippling around his cock. Shane was right. Fucking in a hot tub was like floating. It was like a champagne bath. Bubbly and intoxicating. Galen nibbled, rocking with the water.
The water was hot, Shane hotter, moving on him, riding him nice and steady, the water lapping the edge of the tub. They rocked, his fingers on Shane’s nipples, making them hard. Those little bits of flesh fascinated him. Drew him. He wanted to bend Shane back and bite them. So he did.
“Oh. Oh, fuck.” Shane’s ass went tight, rippled around him, so fine.
Made him gasp and jerk, made his eyes roll. Damn, he was getting lightheaded, but that only added to the pleasure, made it slow and easy and a little surreal.
“Oh….” Shane was fucking glowing, sweat and water making the gold skin shine.
“Shane.” It was all about Shane. He could remember a time not so long ago when it was
all about him. This was so much better. Galen moved faster, his cock even harder, his tight balls telling him soon. Soon.
“Hell, yeah.” Shane took a deep kiss, body jerking, one hand pumping that hard cock furiously. Galen lost it, just lost it, whole body heaving as he came. His cock jerked and throbbed, his balls emptying, and he couldn’t even lift a hand to help Shane. He could only watch. Those blue eyes rolled, his name grunted out long and low, before Shane went red and shot, slumping down against him.
“Oh, damn. Damn, Shane.” He couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.
“Uh-huh.” Shane lifted his head, blinked. “Better get out. Too hot.”
“Uh-huh.” He was willing. If he could just get his legs under him. Galen pulled Shane up, teetered, but managed to drag them both out and turn off the jets. All they had to do then was stumble to the bed.
They landed in a tangle of arms and legs, breathing hard, both of their hearts pounding.
He chuckled, kissing Shane’s neck. That was fucking intense. “And to think. We didn’t even need the fake hand.”
Chapter Eight
GALEN WOKE up warm and loose, a little sweaty. The AC must have turned itself off. He rolled, reaching, and realized he was also alone.
He sat up, looking around for Shane and not finding him. Fuck. What the hell? He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, and no Shane there either. Shane’s suitcase was still there, though, so Galen sat down on the side of the bed and told himself to get a grip. They slept on different schedules. Shane was probably just out getting coffee.
Or something.
About the time he was fixing to slide from worried to pissed, the door opened, Shane backing in with a tray of coffee and pastries and shit. “Mornin’, glory! I brought coffee. Man, this town is something else.”
“Hey.” His heart started to slow, and Galen breathed deep, trying not to be pissy. “Missed you this morning.”
He got a grin, slow and almost wicked. “You were sleeping hard, and I figured you’d hate listening to me pace, so I went wandering.”
“Find anything good?” Hell, that smile went a long way toward easing his mood. Which wasn’t to say he wasn’t still thinking about getting that set of straps out and tying Shane down. He got up and wandered over to take a kiss.
“Mm-hmm.” Shane’s fingers twined with his and damn if that kiss wasn’t hot as fuck, a hell of a lot more needy than slow and sweet. Shot electricity right down to his toes. Galen pressed Shane back against the wall, the contrast of his naked body against Shane’s clothed one feeling naughty. Wicked.
“Mmm….” Shane’s hips pushed, rocking hard, damn near humping his thigh.
Damn. Shane was hard against him, really damned hard, and Galen chuckled. “What did you do? Go to an early-morning peep show?”
“Nope. Though we got a couple more days for that….”
He wasn’t gonna complain, not unless Shane was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, and Galen didn’t think so. He leaned down for another kiss, pulling his hands free to slide them over Shane’s belly, his hips.
Shit, the man had to have three shirts on. Of course, that train of thought was derailed when Shane dove back into the kisses, hips snapping. Galen moaned as soft denim rubbed his cock, pushing into Shane and struggling with Shane’s zipper. His skin was on fire.
“Fuck. Fuck, yes.” Shane grabbed his hand as soon as the zipper came down, wrapping their fingers around their cocks and tugging hard.
“Christ, Shane.” Galen humped, kissing Shane hard, those lips swelling and bruising under his. Shane jerked, cried out into his lips, hips bucking as heat spread over their hands, his cock. Galen pushed harder against Shane, hips snapping, hand squeezing down, spreading Shane’s come over them as he shot too, panting. Made his ears ring.
“Oh. Oh, good morning. Damn.” Shane licked his throat, breath slowing. “Shit, I needed that.”
“No kidding.” He wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he had to ask. “What got into you, lover?”
Those blue eyes twinkled—fucking twinkled, mischievous little shit. “You’ll find out. Hungry for breakfast?”
“Yeah. I could eat.” He gave Shane a look. Galen wasn’t much on surprises. But he could wait if it meant hot coffee.
“Cool.” Shane grinned again, bouncing over to pour coffee, cheeks flushed as anything. Shane looked well-fucked. And Galen meant fucked, like they’d been at it for hours and not just had a morning quickie. He followed more slowly, then sprawled out on the bed and watched.
“Mmm… you look fine.” He got a coffee and a beignet. Shane leaned down to lap up the sugar that floated down to dust his chest, that tongue teasing the hairs, moving them.
“Mmm.” He took a bite, free hand petting Shane’s hair. “You’re in a fine mood.”
“What would I have to be grumpy about?” Another grin and Shane was pouring himself a cup, then drinking deep.
“Nothing. You’re just. God, Shane, I can smell you.” It was making him crazy.
Shane went all dark red and hot, shuddering hard enough he could see it through the clothes.
“So?” He’d been told more than once he was an impatient bastard. Might as well live up to it.
“Buttons.” Shane winked, grabbed a croissant.
Galen rolled his eyes, relaxing back on the bed and sipping coffee, eating his pastry. He’d have his chance. “So what’s the plan for today, darlin’?”
Shane’s hand slid up along his leg, petting, stroking. “Figured we’d go wandering, take it easy. Maybe see if there’s a place we could dance….”
Oh, that might kill him. But it would be good. “I’d like that a lot.” He let Shane get close, closer, waited until they were both done with the coffee and bread before he pounced, rolling Shane under him on the bed.
Shane gasped, grinned. “Fuck, someone’d think you used to make a living doing that.”
“You think?” He grinned too, bending to lick at Shane’s smile before starting on all those damned shirts. Shane kept trying to distract him, kisses becoming nips, hands finding his hot spots. Boy, somebody was protecting something. Finally Galen pinned Shane’s hands above them with one of his and straddled him, working buttons and pulling up cloth.
“Careful, love.”
He tilted his head, tugged off Shane’s T-shirt, and came eye to eye with a shiny gold ring embedded in one of those nipples, the flesh hard as fuck.
His cock jumped, and all he could do was stare. “Sweet Jesus, Shane.”
Shane’s belly rippled, the little ring pulsing with Shane’s heartbeat, just barely. “Thought I’d surprise you.”
“It’s a fucking surprise all right.” Damn. Damn, damn, damn, he wanted to suck it. Lick it. But he remembered enough from his wild days to know that spit and a fresh piercing? Bad. So he blew on it instead.
Shane groaned, that nipple going tighter, shifting on the metal. “Oh….”
“That’s…. Jesus.” He was so hard he hurt, all of a sudden. Just like that. It was the hottest thing. Galen reached for it with his free hand, fingers skating around the tight flesh, touching everywhere but.
Shane was watching his finger, lips parted as he panted. He bent and bit at Shane’s unadorned nipple, his fingers flicking the ring in the other.
“Oh. Oh, shit. That’s. Fuck.” Shane grabbed his hand, eyes huge. “So fucking big. Didn’t know it would be….”
He laughed, retaliating, rubbing over it so, so lightly with his beard. “How could you not know, darlin’? You’ve got the most sensitive titties I’ve ever seen.”
Oh, now. That got him a jerk of those hips, Shane’s hands squeezing his own. “Seemed like a great idea at four.”
Still seemed like a good idea to him. A damned good idea. The only thing better…. “We should get your other one done. The things I could do with that.”
Lips brushed along his jaw as Shane leaned up, whispered, “Thought maybe you’d want to watch the other one, Len.”
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His own hips jerked, pressing down, trying to ease the ache. “Yeah. Yeah, I would. God, I can see you, lover. So good.” He flicked that little ring again, already anticipating when it would heal up enough for a nice twist.
“Uh-huh. Fuck, love. I’m so fucking hot. That just…. Fuck.” Shane’s hand was on his ass, thighs parting. Galen pressed between, blowing hot air again, moaning as he and Shane rolled together, their cocks sliding. Shane was fucking wild, bucking against him, cock leaving a wet trail against his belly.
He could sure get used to that. Galen grinned, teasing that poor hard little nipple with his chin, his fingers, his breath, all the while humping Shane right into the mattress.
“Shit. Shit, need to….” Shane’s legs wrapped around his thighs, hands grabbing his shoulders.
“It’s okay, lover. Come on. Come on.” He figured there was plenty left in Shane after this, and he could ride him good.
A soft sob sounded, Shane going stiff and still, spunk spraying over his belly. Hot, musky, and rich. Fucking amazing. Galen twitched, hips rolling, but he held it back, wanting to be inside Shane. He knelt up, grabbed the lube, and leaned back over to touch that tiny gold ring.
Oh, hell yeah. That got him a moan, Shane’s head rolling a little.
It had to be so sensitive now that it almost hurt, but Galen had always thought that kind of pain? Was a damned good thing. He popped the lube open, getting one finger good and wet, circling Shane’s hole. He wasn’t getting words, just the slow roll of those hips, one soft little sound after another. He pushed inside, murmuring love words, hot words, letting Shane have his voice as well as his touch. That little ring glinted in the morning light and he couldn’t look away. Shane was all about feeling, just rocking on him, entire body moving and sliding and dancing on his cock.
“Oh. Shane.” He turned at the last minute and took Shane’s other nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking, reminding himself not to use his mouth on the ringed nipple. Not yet. Soon. He shoved into Shane again and again, cock aching.