by BA Tortuga
Galen nodded, and his momma snorted. “So why not take me to the bar to meet him?”
Lord. Galen almost choked on his tea, almost sent it right out his nose. Take his momma to the club. God, no. “It’s a meat market, Momma.”
“You’re just trying to keep me away from him until Sunday and I have to leave.”
“No, ma’am.” Hell, he’d been disappointed as anything when Shane couldn’t get more than the early shift on Saturday. “I figure we’ll go to breakfast on Sunday. You don’t leave out until three.”
“Three, huh? That ought to give me time to see.”
“Yeah.” Time to change the subject. “Come on, Momma. Let me give you the tour.”
She nodded, but her eyes twinkled, and he knew she’d keep at him. And people wondered where he got his stubborn streak.
SHANE SMOOTHED his shirt down. Again. He had a chocolate thing and the beer Len’d asked him to bring over in one hand and his backpack in the other, and he couldn’t reach his key, so he needed to knock, but he didn’t want to wake the old lady up, did he? No. No, he didn’t, and it was nine because he’d smelled like smoke and beer and needed a shower and, well, a smoke and a beer because moms….
Eek.
He tapped the door with his knee, gentle as he could.
The lady who opened the door didn’t look all that old. You could tell she wasn’t a spring chicken, but her hair was still brown, and her face only had a few lines around the eyes and mouth. From smiling, from the looks of it. And oh, he could see where Galen got his eyes.
“Oh, hey there. You must be Shane. Come on in, honey. I thought you had a key?” She took the beer right out of his hands and headed back into the kitchen, hollering. “Baby, your young man is here.”
“Evening, ma’am. I do, but my hands were full with dessert.” He got the door shut and followed along, already feeling a little less like he was gonna be plucked bald by an angry mom.
“I took the wrong bag, did I? Though I could use a beer myself.” She grinned over at him, stuffing the beer in the fridge. Then she tilted her head and frowned. “Galen! Get your ass out here.”
Oh, shit. That? Too funny. He could see where Len got the bossy too. “Help yourself, there’s plenty. You want it in a glass?”
“That’d be nice. I’ll get the plates for that dessert.” She bustled, and Galen came in, grinning ear to ear and coming over to give him a kiss before turning on his mom. “I was in the john, for God’s sake. Some things a man can’t rush, Momma.”
He chuckled, washing three glasses and digging for a lime, ducking Len’s swat. “Are y’all having a good visit?”
“Oh sure.” Galen aimed another swing at his butt and connected. “She’s running roughshod over me, and I’m yes ma’aming.”
Galen’s momma snorted and waved the knife she held in their direction. “You watch that mouth. And I’m sorry, Shane, honey. I didn’t introduce myself. You can call me Carol Lynn.”
“Yes, ma’am. Do you take lime in your beer?” He got Len’s poured out, a paper-thin slice of lime floating at the bottom.
“Yes, please.”
Galen was looking back and forth between them with that crooked grin, the one that made his mouth sexy as hell. And damned if that wasn’t Galen’s hand on his ass as he passed by.
His cheeks heated right up, but it was a good feeling, warm and right. “The Outsiders were playing the club tonight, Len. Harry’s sounding good. Rumor is they might get a record deal.”
“Oh, that’s cool. He’s worked damned hard.” They all sat down at the table together, and Galen’s momma tucked right in to the cake.
He nodded, knee resting against Galen’s, body pointing out that it was Saturday. Saturday. And Monday’d been days ago.
“Do you know, Shane, I tried to get Galen to bring me to your bar and he wouldn’t?” Damn. He could see where Galen got the devil in him too. He wondered what there was of Galen’s daddy in him.
He dared to tease, knowing he’d catch hell for it later. “Oh, now. Last night was the wet T-shirt contest. Rick McManus won. It was a sight to behold….”
Galen choked, and Galen’s momma laughed out loud, and maybe this wasn’t gonna be as bad as he thought. Maybe it would be even better, with Galen pinching his thigh under the table.
The dessert went down easy, so did the beer, and he didn’t even have to fake his laughter, his smile. They sat and chatted, and he found out that Galen’s momma had a wicked sense of humor, a no-nonsense attitude that showed she wasn’t afraid to whap her son upside the head. It was probably eleven when she stood and stretched, smiling at the both of them.
“All right, boys. I’m gonna leave you to each other and go to bed. Y’all don’t make so much noise that I can’t sleep, because I’m looking forward to you taking me out for breakfast tomorrow.” She kissed Galen’s cheek and patted Shane’s shoulder and she was off, leaving them alone.
“She’s something else.” He met Len’s eyes, noting the barest bit of chocolate on that mustache. He got it, then licked his finger clean.
“She is. And she didn’t give you the grilling I thought she would.” Galen grinned at him. “Enough talking, come here and kiss me.”
He nodded, moving to straddle those warm thighs, spreading like butter. “I’m about three hours late for it, I reckon.”
“Yeah. That’s what I’m thinking.” One of Galen’s hands slid up to cup his head, the other going right to his ass. The kiss bruised, burned, went so deep.
Yeah. He groaned, hips tilting right into Galen’s hand, his fucking body knowing what he needed. Galen moaned too, tongue pushing into his mouth, pulling him close. They were plastered together, and he could feel Galen hard against him, just like that.
It was easy as pie to wrap his lips around Galen’s tongue, sucking that hot tongue, fingers tangling up in Galen’s hair. They finally had to break for air, who knew how long later, and Galen held him tight, chuckling. “We mess up this kitchen before tomorrow, it will be both our asses.”
He nodded, lips tracing Len’s eyebrows. “Bed? Been days since….”
“Hell, yes.” Galen stood, grunting under his weight and letting him slide to the floor. “Come on.”
“Let me get my bag.” He grabbed it and grinned. “I left my shirts in the Jeep.”
“You ought to leave some stuff here. I mean, more stuff.” Galen wasn’t looking at him, but he could hear the roughness in Galen’s voice, the need.
“Yeah?” Oh, that started a dull heat in the pit of his belly. “Would make it easier for our weekends, yeah? Could just come straight over.”
“You could.” They got to the bedroom, closed the door. “Don’t want to push. But it’d be good. Real good.”
He dropped his bag, nodded as he snuggled into Galen’s arms. “Yeah. Real good. Want you, man.”
“Want you too, darlin’. Been sleeping like shit.” Galen started in on his clothes, fingers gentle on his nice clean shirt, rough on his jeans. God, there was something about the way Len said “darlin’” that made his cock jump, and he started pulling off that soft T-shirt, hunting skin.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.” Finally they got naked, skin on skin, Galen pushing him right down on the bed and crawling on top of him. “Can’t wait.”
He wrapped his legs around Galen’s waist, bucking up and rubbing hard. “No waiting. Now.”
Pressing down, Galen lined their cocks right up, rubbing them together. He got more kisses too, opening his mouth, sealing them together. He slid his hand down Galen’s back and curled around the finest ass in the south, the muscles jumping and pushing under his touch. Faster and faster Galen moved against him, hips pumping, lips sliding to his throat to leave a big old hickey.
“You… it’ll show….” He bucked up, the thought unnerving and fucking hot as hell.
“Mine. Don’t care who knows it.” Galen was panting, humping, licking where he’d sucked.
“Oh. Fuck, yes.” He arched, offering Galen more skin, hands sque
ezing that ass, leaving bruises of his own.
“Oh, God.” One or two more thrusts was all it took, Galen biting down hard on his shoulder, wet heat spreading on his belly and thighs. It was the bite that sent him over, tumbling hard.
“Love.” Slumping on him, Galen nuzzled noses with him, beard rough against his cheek.
“Mmm… yeah. Happy Saturday.” He grinned, fingers sliding through Galen’s hair.
“’Bout damned time. It’s been a fucking great week, but I missed you.” The words were followed by Galen looking up at him, half-sheepish.
He nodded. “Just living for the weekend when I can come home to you, Len.”
“Glad you did. Gimme a minute to get my breath back, and you’ll really have to work not to make noise.”
He chuckled, rolled his eyes. “Hey now, you screamed last.”
“Yeah. But as much as you liked my momma? I bet you would be red in the face tomorrow if you were the one to do it tonight.” Galen grinned, eyes shining.
“Shit. That happens, you’d be red in the butt for making me.”
“You think?” Oh, there was that challenge, that look he was getting to know well. Galen kissed him, licking at his mouth. “You really want to take me on this way, lover?”
“There’s nothing you got I don’t want, won’t take on, Len.” Like he could back away from that.
“Oh, your ass is mine.” Looked like Galen had his breath back, because he got a hard kiss before Galen was sliding down to bite and lick at his nipples, playing those rings like a fucking master, hands rubbing the come into his skin. He bucked up, cock coming right back to life like his nipples were directly attached to his crotch. Damn.
“God, I love that. Love how sensitive you are. Love it when I can touch you here and feel it here.” Now that was no fair. Using that voice, then rubbing his chest with that clipped little beard and cupping his cock with one hand.
“That’s cheating, love. No talking. Makes me all…. Mmm….” His toes curled, heels digging into the mattress.
“All’s fair, darlin’.” Galen played him, lips and tongue on his piercings until they were so sensitive, he thought he might holler, fingers exploring his cock, his balls. His legs parted, then closed, fingers on those broad shoulders. Damn. Damn, he was buzzing. Galen moved down again, licking at his belly, getting him nice and clean. Each little ridge of muscle got nuzzled and kissed and nibbled.
That eased him some, made him more purr and rock, than gasp and beg. The break was soon over, though, because Galen skipped right over the middle and moved low, teeth sinking into his thigh. His eyes went wide, shoulders fucking popping off the mattress as he hissed, heat flooding him.
“Yeah, lover. Yeah.” He got a glinting grin up the length of his body before Galen zeroed in on his cock, swallowing him deep, hand pressing against his brand-new bruise. He bucked, hips pushing furiously, leg burning like a sweet fucking fire against that hand. Shane grabbed a pillow, groaned into it, fucking flying.
Galen kept working him, mouth moving up and down, tongue pushing into his slit. That hand slid up, fingers searching behind his balls, one pressing against his hole.
“Oh. Oh, yeah. Len. Love. Please. Fuck.” The words were groaned into the pillow, shudders rocking him.
“Mmmm.” That rich moan vibrated around him, that finger pushing deep.
His shoulders rolled, hips hiccupping between mouth and hand. “Shit. Len. I…. Oh, it’s fucking good.”
He was whispering, but it was a close thing. He thought maybe Len had forgotten their little bet, though, because he kept going, that mouth like nothing else on earth, another finger sliding inside him, stretching him. Filling him. Like it wasn’t about the game but about him and how he tasted and felt.
“Gonna make me come….” He spread wide, humping up, panting.
Galen pulled back long enough to nod, then took him down, all the way down, swallowing around him. Fucking lights sparked behind his eyes, and he shot, ass squeezing, cock jerking, room fucking spinning around him.
He was licked clean before Galen slid up beside him, nuzzling his neck. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Shane. Fucking addictive.”
He curled close, hand sliding along Len’s back, cupping that fine ass. “You…. Damn, Len. You’re like nothing else ever.”
“Good.” There was a wealth of satisfaction there, as warm and happy as Galen’s smile. “Glad I don’t have to clean up in here tomorrow. If we’d stayed in the kitchen? I woulda just come all over the floor.”
He grinned, pleased as fuck that he made Galen need. “I’m not sure your momma’s up to my brand of cleaning, love.”
“Oh, I don’t know. She might like to see you naked.”
“Galen!” He swatted that butt, hard. “That’s just wrong.”
Galen laughed, the sound loud as hell after they’d been so quiet, and they both jumped violently as a loud pounding started up on the wall.
“All right, now,” Galen’s momma shouted. “You boys go to bed. I want my pancakes!”
His eyes went wide, cheeks burning. Oh, he was never leaving this bed again.
“Night, Momma,” Galen hollered right back. Then he grinned down at Shane. “Should have asked you to bring your pool too.”
“Shit, no. Can you imagine the wet spot?”
“Oh, Lord. We’d never live that down.” Galen tangled right up with him, hands and mouth moving lazily on him. “Mmm. I’ll sleep good tonight, lover.”
He nodded, held on, happy enough to stay awake awhile, listen to the sounds of Galen sleeping.
BREAKFAST WENT well.
Momma and Shane got on well enough to scare him, and they ordered the most expensive big old breakfasts on the menu and made Galen pay for them. Like a couple of kids.
It was the funniest damned thing he ever did see, and Galen figured he must be getting soft. Well, not that way. Watching Shane lick syrup off a fork? Made him hard.
He was genuinely sad to see his momma go. Shane offered to go on back to his apartment, or to the house so they could say their good-byes alone, but Momma wasn’t having any of it. She linked arms with Shane and said, “You come on and see me off, honey. Galen will be lonely when I leave if you don’t.”
He hugged her tight when it was time for her to go catch her flight, holding on until she laughed and whapped him. He promised to come for Thanksgiving and kissed her cheek, and she whispered, “I like him, baby,” before she kissed him back and told him she loved him and hugged Shane too.
And then she was gone.
Galen stared after her for a minute before turning and trying to summon up a smile for Shane. “You ready to go? She never wants me to stay and watch her plane leave. Says it’s bad luck.”
“Yeah, let’s hustle.” Shane nodded, giving him a grin. “She’s a good lady, Len. Very cool.”
“Yeah.” She was. His momma was something else. And he was glad Shane was there. She was right—he was already lonely for her.
“You wanna go do something? Get a drink or something?” Shane’s shoulder bumped his. “I’ll let you beat my ass at pool.”
“Sure. I don’t know as I’m up for pool, but we could go get food or something.” Breakfast had been a good five hours ago. And watching Shane eat again might cheer him right up.
“Tickers has a happy hour deal. Munchies on the patio, and we can watch the tourists avoid the porn shops and buy Halloween costumes.”
Oh. That sounded good. But first Galen had to get Shane out to the truck so he could kiss him. “I like it. Let’s go.”
Shane nodded, bebopping along with the canned music, looking good in white, looking tanned and sexy, hickey dark as sin on his throat.
His breath caught. Damn. He’d put that there, left his mark right on Shane’s skin, and he started wondering if he could make it to the truck. Maybe they should find a bathroom. Or a quiet corner. Or a piece of floor. He wanted.
Shane looked over, blue eyes giving him a long, hot look, just
dragging over him. “You good?”
He figured if Shane could misread the look he was giving? There was no way he could miss the bulge in his jeans. “Depends. I really want to throw you down on one of those couches and fuck you ’til you can’t walk.”
“Somehow I think those little airline girls would disapprove. Come stains, you know?” Shane’s eyes lit up, that little ass moving faster.
“I do know. But you could always clean for them. Guaranteed mood improvement.” He followed that ass like a hound after a raccoon, adjusting himself as surreptitiously as he could.
That got him a laugh, deep and husky, all about want and sex and pleasure. “Maybe I’ll have to start hiring myself out. The Naked Maid.”
“Oh, I don’t think so, darlin’. Only one paying you to clean their house is gonna be me. And since I’m hoping you’ll be living there, you can do it for free.” Lord. His mouth was on autopilot. That and he was thinking with his dick.
Shane turned, stared at him. “Really?”
He stopped on a dime to keep from running right into Shane. “Yeah. Didn’t I ask you last night?”
“Well, no. You said I could leave shirts there for the weekends, which is different than full-time.” Shane grinned, started walking again. “Could I bring my flamingo?”
“Sure. But no odd smells.” He laughed, following Shane right out into the parking lot and to the truck. He opened the passenger side for Shane and pushed right up against him, hidden from sight by the open door. “Want you around all the time, Shane.”
“Oh.” Shane pushed right back, meeting him halfway. “Promise I won’t charge for cleaning, love.”
“You’ll work for beer and blow jobs?” He laughed, licking at Shane’s neck, thinking very seriously of leaving a matching mark on the other side.
“And pancakes. I need periodic pancakes….” Shane rubbed against him, cock hard in those tight jeans.
“Pancakes I can do.” He reached down, squeezed Shane’s prick through those jeans, and gave up the fight against the urge to bite.
“Shit. Len….” Shane arched up, throat working.
“Yeah. God, you taste good.” Galen rubbed, his own hips working, lips and tongue moving on Shane’s skin.