by BA Tortuga
“You make me come and we can’t… oh… can’t go to Tickers….”
“Sure we can.” Galen moved back, turned Shane, and shoved him right into the truck on his back, opening those too, too tight jeans and pulling out Shane’s cock to lick it. Jesus, if they got arrested, his momma would never forgive him. Good thing he’d had to park a ways out.
“You…. Sweet fuck!” Shane bucked up, hands scrabbling on the upholstery.
Hot. Salt. Sweat. Musk. Galen moaned, pulling up to tongue Shane’s slit before pushing back down, lips sealing tight.
He could feel Shane’s cock throb, taste the need that slipped from the tip. “Gonna. Fuck. Love. Gonna….”
He wanted. Wanted it so bad. Galen urged Shane on, the seat hot under his hand as he braced so he could pinch Shane’s nipples through that fancy shirt as he sucked.
“Shit!” Shane sat up, just like that, cock pulsing, seed filling his mouth.
Oh, God. Galen swallowed it all, digging deep in for his old legendary self-control to keep from coming himself. He didn’t need wet jeans either. Shane was flushed, panted, looked utterly fucking debauched.
Galen kissed him, keeping it short, because he had to… needed to. Shit. He reached for the glove compartment, pulling out some napkins he’d stuffed in there, struggling to get his jeans open.
Shane reached for him, fingers pushing into his jeans. “Mine.”
“Uhn.” Man, he couldn’t even talk. Galen humped Shane’s fist, fumbling with the napkins, breath coming fast and hard. His cock was so damned hard that his belly ached, deep down, and his balls felt like rocks. “Shane. Lover.”
“Yeah. Yeah, love. So fucking fine.”
He couldn’t hold it anymore, and Galen bit his lip on a cry, hips rolling as he shot right into Shane’s hand, right out in front of God and everyone. Shane rubbed until it was too sharp, too much to bear, then pulled that hand up to lick it clean.
“Lord above, Shane. I thought I’d done about everything.” He grinned, taking a kiss before straightening up to get his clothes back together. Just in case someone came along.
Shane chuckled, shook his head. “You make me hotter than hell. Fucking in an airport….” Those blue eyes went wide, a grin pulling at the corners of that mouth. “Your momma didn’t have a window seat, did she?”
“Lord, I hope not, or she surely saw my ass hanging out.” Wouldn’t that be a hoot and a half?
Shane lost it, cackling loud. “Get your fine hanging-out ass in the truck, and let’s go to Tickers. I’ll bitch that Rickie puts too much head on the beer, and we can decide what you’re gonna be for Halloween.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
They would party tonight and go get Shane’s stuff to move him in later. Because he wasn’t gonna forget about that. His momma was right. He’d be lonely all alone.
Chapter Ten
SHANE PARKED at one of the big hotels, grinning over at Len, the sun pouring into the Jeep. The strip wasn’t busy yet, tourist season well over, but the locals were gearing up for Halloween. The different shop windows were filled with Spider-Man and glittery boas and Scream masks. Too fucking fun.
“Come on, man. We need costumes. Cool costumes. Big-tips-on-a-bad-working-night costumes for me and something hot for you.” He hopped out of the Jeep and grabbed his gimme cap.
“Is it a bad working night? I woulda thought it was fun.” Galen followed, that big black hat sliding on to hide Galen’s eyes.
“Oh, fun, but busy, shit.” He shook his head. “We’ll have every guy hunting meat showing up in Zorro costumes and swinging fake swords.”
“The gay blade, huh?” Galen snorted. “What did you do last year? I reckon you have to be pretty well covered for health code reasons.”
He turned red, looked into a store window away from Galen, muttering, “Imight’vebeenanangel.”
Might have. Shit. Liquid latex. Vinyl pants. Halo. Wings. He’d made $400 in tips.
“What was that?” He could hear Galen laughing at him, but it came with Galen’s hand on his ass, goosing, so he guessed he could take it.
“An angel. White vinyl pants, liquid latex, wings. Angel.” He shook his head. “It was something else.”
“Oh, God.” When he looked back over at Galen, the man was staring at him. Like that.
His cock bounced right to attention, and he gave it a thump. Down boy. It’s early. “You like wings or white?”
“I like vinyl pants and this.” There was that hand on his ass again, this time cupping one cheek.
“Oh.” He wiggled, heart beating. For that response, he’d wear vinyl. “Those things? Cling like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Oh, I believe it. You wear those and someday I’ll break out my leather jeans.” He could barely see the flush on Galen’s cheek under the hat as Galen pulled it down.
“Leather?” Oh, man. He let himself visualize, mouth fucking watering. “Oh, I’d pay to see that.”
“And pay and pay, darlin’. With your ass. Are we shopping or going home to fuck?”
“Shopping. Then home to fuck.” He grinned down at his prick, full and wanting to wave hi, and shook his head. “You’re gonna make me need to untuck my shirt.”
“I could always thump it.” Now Galen was grinning, pushing the hat back up. Man, it was like some kinda barometer of mood or something. “Let’s go get you something hot.”
“Us. I reserved you a seat near the bar so you could see the stage.” He grinned, winked. He’d never taken his free seat, and damn if the guys weren’t pissed he’d taken the best one for Len.
“Oh, Lord. Then I’d better go for a grim reaper robe or something.” They headed into the first gaudy costume shop, Galen guiding him on in first.
“Oh, now… I was thinking elf or maybe fairy for you….” He made sure to stay well out of the way of Len’s hands. Good thing too, because he could hear Galen’s growl, deep and rumbly. Sent a shiver up his spine.
He zipped around a rack, found a pair of cat ears. “Here, kitty kitty?”
“You? Are cruising for a bruising.” Galen picked through the racks, looking at the stuff on them with a perplexed expression. It was funny as hell. He had to wonder how long it had been since Len did Halloween.
He winked and held up a boa, looking at it. “Nah. Too fuzzy. You could be a trapeze artist….”
Galen picked up a cheap braided leather whip and looked at it consideringly. “You get the kitty ears, and I’ll be the lion tamer.”
He tilted his head, tried to visualize a costume. “Maybe…. If I can find nonfuzzy ears….”
“You’re gonna let me beat you?” He got a laugh as Galen tossed the whip down. “Don’t think you’d like it, darlin’.”
“Huh?” He blinked over, tilted his head. “You lost me there. Lion tamers just crack the whips.”
“Yeah, well the only reason I even looked at it was your smart mouth.” Oh, there was that look again. That gonna-eat-you-up look. Damn.
He kept the racks between them, adjusted his cock. “Focus, Len. Costume. Something so I can admire your butt while I’m working.”
“How can you admire my ass if I’m sitting up front? And if you really want that, I have a pair of Levi’s and an old pair of working chaps. I can play cowboy.”
“Oh.” He stopped, looked, thought about that, wiped the drool off the side of his mouth.
“Then all we need to do is find you something. How about a loin cloth?” Those dark eyes twinkled at him, Galen’s smile drawing up on one side.
“Not enough coverage. How about a scuba suit?” He was still pretty trapped in the whole chaps visual, thanks.
“No. We’ll find you something, yeah?” Galen came around the rack and looked about carefully before rubbing on him a bit.
“Yeah.” He was hard as a rock, couldn’t help it, not with Galen right there, tempting him.
“That little girl behind the counter is giggling at us. Maybe we should ask her.”
“Bi
tch.” He bumped their hips together, blushing dark, eyes meeting the cashier’s for half a second. “How about something scary?”
“Like what?” Galen brushed by him, and he could feel Galen’s hardness against him. “This would be scary.”
It was a pink princess outfit.
“That? Would not get me tips, Len.” He shook his head, grinned. “And pink’s not my color.”
“Well, you wanted fear.” It was fun, flirting with Len in plain sight of other people, just teasing back and forth. He didn’t think he’d seen Galen in such a good mood. Of course that could have been the sex they’d had last night too.
They wandered out of one store, into another—monsters, glitter, animals, sparkles—man, there was so much to choose from. “You could be a French maid and I could wear the chaps….”
“I look like crap in fishnet tights, Shane.”
“Well, I’d suggest you shave your legs, but the stubble phase would seriously chafe.”
Something made Galen stop and twirl around to look at him, eyes hot. “Now, there’s something.”
“What? Where?” Fuck that look was just…. Yeah.
Galen lowered his voice, hand coming up to rest above the button of his jeans. “Shaving you. I haven’t done that.”
Oh.
Fuck.
“Galen.” He could hear the sudden rasp of his own voice.
“Yeah. Oh, damn. That would be hot.” Galen was staring, that hand on his belly hot, fingers petting.
His breath was coming quick, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “I’ll get some horns and be a demon. Then we can go home.”
“Do I get to paint you black and red?” God, it was getting harder and harder to stand there. A glance down told him Galen was about to push right out of his jeans. Shit.
“Yep. I have black vinyl pants. I’ll find a tail.” Someone was gonna have to hose them down if they weren’t careful.
“Oh, God, darlin’, I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
He nodded and groaned, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. If shopping with Galen for costumes did this? He was never surviving Christmas.
Galen was looking around frantically, but there was nowhere to go. The shop was too damned small. “Okay, lover. I’m gonna go get the Jeep. You get the horns. We’re going home.”
He handed over his keys and nodded. “Horns, tail. I’ll get the latex shit later.”
“I’ll meet you outside.” He got all sorts of promises with that last look, and then Galen was hobbling out of the store, hat coming off to be held low in front of his jeans.
He grabbed the little horns and spirit gum and leather tail, along with a black bow tie and black satiny cuffs for his wrists. Perfect. Just perfect.
Galen was waiting for him in the Jeep, as promised, legs spread wide and shifting every few seconds in his seat. He hopped up, breathing hard, hand sliding once along Galen’s rock-hard thigh. “Home. Home, Len. We got…. We got shit to do.”
“Yeah. Gonna do you, Shane. So good.” Galen arched against his touch before throwing the Jeep into gear and heading out, fast enough to get them there without a ticket but get them there quick. He nodded, watching the trees fly by, hand sliding on Len’s thigh, damn near purring with wanting.
“Don’t you dare make me wreck.” Galen grinned over at him, the look feral. “I have plans for you.”
“Focus on the road, then.” He rubbed his cock through his jeans, fucking aching for it.
“You touching you ain’t any better, darlin’. Just makes me want to watch.” They were well out of town now, and Galen floored it, hitting the road that led out to the little house on the edge of the swamp and taking the curves on two wheels.
He hooted, grabbed on to the roll bar, and held on for dear life. Fuck, his man could drive. They pulled up to the house in a spray of gravel, and Galen was on him as soon as the Jeep was in park, tugging him at an awkward angle over the gearshift for a kiss. A hard kiss. One that made his toes curl.
He pushed right into it, hand wrapping around Galen’s nape and pulling hard. Galen rubbed against him, hands moving, trying to find purchase. His mouth was opened wide, Galen’s tongue pressing in to taste. There was no teasing. Just blind need.
He grabbed Len’s hand, dragged it down so he could hump against it, his own palm rubbing hard against that sweet fucking prick.
“Fuck.” Galen pulled back to breathe, to look at him like he was a feast for a starving man, then dove right back in, humping hard along with him. Driving them. He nipped at Galen’s lip, growling, groaning, so fucking close it hurt.
Galen moaned, bucked, whole body shaking against him as Galen shot. He could smell it. It sent him right over the fucking moon, cock jerking and filling his jeans and fuck if it didn’t happen often enough that he couldn’t pretend to be shocked anymore.
They sat there, panting, Galen’s hands moving on his back for a good while. Finally Galen shifted, unwrapping them from the console. “That? Was not in the plan. But damn.”
He chuckled. “Good thing we’re flexible and can add to the plan.”
“Yeah. Good thing.” One big hand settled on his ass, then popped him lightly, the big ring Galen wore sometimes digging in. “Now, let’s talk about that plan. Come on.”
He let himself lean into Galen’s side, the smell of sex turning him on all over again. “I’m right behind you, stud. You were gonna let me shave you.”
“Was I?” That got a laugh out of Galen. “I’ve done that. But if it floats your boat, darlin’, I’ll get all nice and bare for you.”
He thought a second, then felt himself blushing dark. He liked the hair, liked the way it looked, how it felt on his ass, his hands. “I’m thinking you’re damned fine as is, Len.”
“Well, there you go. You are too.” Galen let them in the kitchen door, not bothering with a light. “But for me, it’s about the way you’re gonna look while I’m doing it.”
He shook his head, cheeks burning. “Naked?”
“Naked and spread and wanting and so sensitive that my slightest touch will make you hard for at least two days. Kinda like when you got these.” Galen tweaked his nipple. “Or if that was a naked now question? Hell, yes.”
He groaned, toes curling as sensation shot through him, but he managed to laugh. “I can do naked.”
“Good. Let’s do that thing, get cleaned up a little. Then I’m gonna shave you.”
Heat and want made him nod, hands on Galen’s ass, pinching and squeezing all the way to the bathroom. It was good to laugh with Galen, good to see that sparkle when Galen turned on him and started stripping him down. “You wanting something, lover?”
“Shit, Len. I’m still caught up in the idea of your fine ass in chaps.”
“I’m assuming they’ll still fit. Haven’t worn them in years.” Galen winked, got his shirt and jeans off.
He managed to unfasten Galen’s belt, tug the tight T-shirt up and off.
“Maybe I’ll give you a preview after, yeah?” He got a grin, Galen stripping off the rest, then turning on the water in the shower so they could rinse off.
“Ooo… yeah. Your sweet little ass framed in leather….” He stepped up, rubbing that ass in question.
“Mmm.” Galen pushed back at him, easy as you please, and he had to grin as Galen turned around and pinned him up against the wall at the back of the tub. Pushy bastard.
Shane tweaked Galen’s nipple, using the motion of his arm to protect his own.
“Oh, now that’s not fair.” Galen slid against him, wet and slick, hands running up his chest and under his arm to flick at his nipple ring, making him twitch.
He peeped a little and goosed Len nice and hard. “All’s fair in love and war.”
“True.” He got a hard kiss before Galen held him there and scrubbed him until he was pink, looking him over and nodding. “Okay, lover, where are you going to be comfy with this? You want to do it here in the tub?”
“What’s easiest?�
� His cock was bobbing. “Where are you least likely to turn me from a rooster to a hen?”
“Anywhere. I like this too much.” Patting his cock, Galen nodded toward the little bench at the end of the tub. “Here will do just fine.”
“’Kay.” He settled, leaning back into the tile, admiring his lover, that look that lit Len right up.
Galen bustled around getting trimmers and a razor and some cream and some lotion stuff; he assumed that was for after. The little cabinet under the sink yielded an enameled basin, and Galen grabbed some towels.
“Man, you keep all sorts of things under there.” He chuckled, hand slowly stroking his prick as he watched Len move.
“Amazing, huh?” Galen looked at him, looked down at his hand and cock. “Goddamn, you’re hot. You ready?”
“I was born ready.” The words made him chuckle, and he wiggled his ass, keeping Galen’s attention. Not like he’d had any trouble doing that. Galen knelt in front of him, that look wicked as Galen bent and licked at his fingers and the head of his cock.
“Mmm…,” he moaned, spread a little. “Wicked tongue.”
“I do try, darlin’.” His hand was batted away, Galen lifting his cock, stroking a couple of times. “You’re gonna have to hold still.”
“I can do still.”
In theory.
Sometimes.
“Oh, good.” Yeah, and Len knew too, gave him an evil look, that mouth curling up on one side. The vibrations of the trimmer damn near killed him, buzzing and tugging and making him pant. Then he got all lathered, and did that feel weird? Cold. But not enough to wilt him.
He looked down, belly going tight, feet shifting. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. The costume pants are gonna be impossible to hide a hard-on in….”
“Oh, yeah. And I can look at you all night and know it’s for me and no one else. Now don’t move.” Oh, fuck. The razor scraped up under his balls, oh so gently, sending chills right up and down his spine.
“Oh.” The sound he made was low and a little raw, his balls wrinkling right up.
“Yeah. Feels crazy, doesn’t it?” God, even Galen’s breath as he spoke was making him twitch.