Rain and Whiskey

by BA Tortuga

  “Uh-huh. Fuck.” He bit his bottom lip, hands gripping the edge of the bench.

  Galen backed off. “Breathe, lover.”

  He chuckled, pinked a little. “It’s intense, yeah?”

  “Hell, yes. You look…. God, you’re killing me, babe.” Galen leaned up and kissed him, and when he sat back, he had shaving cream on his belly. Those hands took to him again, the razor sliding over his flesh again and again.

  God, it looked weird, the sudden sight of skin, all pale and… bare.

  Galen finally rinsed him off, hands sliding over him as if to test the smoothness. “Oh. Shane. If you could see your face. And this”—Galen touched his belly, muscles tight, skin flushed—“makes me insane.”

  His thighs went tight, ass sliding a little. “Oh, sweet fuck. I can fucking feel the air.”

  “Yeah.” Bending, Galen blew across his bare skin, the hot air flowing over him, drying the last of the water.

  “Len!” Goose bumps drew up all over, his cock slapping his belly with a smack.

  “Mm-hmm. Now wait until you feel this.” The short, clipped beard scraped against the base of his cock, his balls, as Galen bent and rubbed against him like a cat who wanted petting.

  “Oh.” His legs spread, knees drawing up, his fucking breath pouring out of him like he’d been sucker punched.

  Galen grinned, eyes on his face as Galen’s lips closed over his cock and slid right down. The noises that poured out of him were unreal, inhuman, but he didn’t have any words left, just want and need. And Len gave him what he needed, hands and mouth working him. The skin behind his balls got stroked, his sac rolled, his cock swallowed down to the root. And all the while Galen watched.

  He watched those dark eyes, breath hitching, hips moving in little jerks as his balls went tight. When his orgasm hit, it was the scrape of that mustache against his skin that sent him over.

  Galen surged up and took a kiss, hard and deep and tasting like him. Galen’s cock pressed against his leg, insistent, hot as a brand.

  “Fuck me.” He tugged Galen closer, hoping to shit he made sense ’cause his brain was swirling.

  “Yeah.” Oh, smart, smart man, his Galen. He’d brought the lube when he brought everything else. Oh, damn. There was no sweet and easy preparation, three fingers sliding right into him, spreading him wide.

  Fuck, he loved the burn, ass shifting, sharp sounds pushed right out of him. The sharp feeling took his breath. Galen gave him only a few seconds to get used to it, then those fingers were gone and he was slipping right off the bench and onto Galen’s cock.

  “Yeah.” His head fell back and his hands found Galen’s shoulders. “Yeah, love.”

  “God, Shane. You make me… damn.” Galen started moving, short, sharp punches of his hips. And those hands. From his nipples to his cock, they teased him as much as Galen’s mouth on his throat. He fucking lost it. His skin sparked, ass full, cock throbbing again already. He shorted out, not thinking, not doing anything but feeling and riding that cock.

  They slapped together, gravity pulling him down, Galen pushing him back up. Galen bit down on his collarbone, stroking his cock and rolling his balls. He screamed, the pressure overwhelming, head snapping back, body squeezing Len’s cock. Galen moaned, the sound deep, guttural, that thick cock jerking inside him, filling him.

  Whimpering, melted, Shane settled against Galen, trying to catch his breath.

  They sorta slid down into the tub, tangled together, the basin of water tipping and spilling. Galen held him, panting, forehead resting on his shoulder. He reached up, stroked Galen’s hair, words not working.

  Even Galen’s usual smart mouth seemed out of order. They sat there for the longest time, until finally Galen heaved them up and rinsed them off under the shower again. They stumbled out of the bathroom together, a couple of big towels in their hands, and by the time they got to the bed, he could see every muscle in Galen’s body shaking with the effort.

  He pulled Galen down into the covers and snuggled in, lips sliding against Len’s, keeping them close. Galen’s leg slid over his thigh, one hand sliding between them to cup his crotch possessively. Just holding him.

  The purr that left him was sleepy, peaceful, and Galen smiled against his lips, both of them relaxing. Resting.

  He grinned, blinking against the sleepy weight of his eyes. He’d better get some rest. Between the promise of Galen in chaps and the way those vinyl pants were gonna feel with him shaved like he was? Halloween was gonna take all of his energy and then some.

  HE WIGGLED and shifted and stretched and pushed himself into the black vinyl pants. They laced at the crotch and all the way up the back. He turned and twisted. They looked… tight. Really tight.

  Still, that meant tips and hopefully a guarantee of Len’s attention all night.

  He attached the tiny rubber horns with the spirit gum, shook his head to assure they were stuck on, and then went to find his cowboy. “I need you to paint my shirt on, Galen.”

  “Oh, damn. Shane. Those….” Galen was looking at him, standing there wearing nothing but a pair of tight, tight jeans and his boots. “Holy fuck.”

  He stopped still, eyes dragging over Len’s body, those tight, tight jeans. “Yeah….”

  Clearing his throat, Galen nodded toward his pants. “Wow. Uh. Where’s the paint stuff?”

  “Out on the deck.” He bent, grabbed a towel. “You ready?”

  “Yeah. I can put the rest of mine on after. Be easier to move around this way.”

  “You look fine.” He led the way out to the deck, working out the most comfortable way to walk in the tight pants.

  “And you look indecent.” He could hear the laughter in Galen’s voice, and soon enough felt Galen’s hand on his ass.

  “I’m all covered. Legal. Or will be.” He wiggled back into the touch and then hurried forward.

  “Yeah. Seems a shame.” They got out on the deck, Galen taking up the latex and looking at the package.

  “You think I should cover the rings?”

  Galen frowned, and Shane could tell the desired answer was no, but Galen shook his head. “I don’t know. What is the health code like? If you’re supposed to wear a shirt, we need to cover them up.”

  “The latex should be enough….” He stopped. “Oh! The collar and cuffs! You should see them before we start!”

  He ran in, found the little bag with the bow tie and cuffs.

  He came back out with them, holding them up, but Galen took the bow tie and shook his head. “This would work for a Chippendale dancer, but not for a demon, darlin’.”

  Shane chuckled, winked. “Well, it’s what I have, Len. I was sorta… busy when I picked them out.”

  “I know.” Oh, that grin was pure evil. It was Galen’s turn to head inside, telling him, “I have something better.”

  He shook his head, read the latex can, then opened it to smell. Wicked.

  Galen came back out, something dark in his hand, shining with silver D rings. “We’ll try this.”

  He arched his eyebrow, going over to look. “Oh, that’s… like a real collar.”

  Holding it up for him to look, Galen nodded. “I got it a while back. When I went to Miami that time.”

  Shane blinked, head tilting. “It looks… sexy.”

  “It certainly is to me. If you don’t like it after it’s on, you can use the bow tie.” Galen wouldn’t quite look at it, just took the latex from him, setting the collar aside. “You ready?”

  “Yep. You think I should hold my arms out?” He spread his arms, wiggling, bouncing a little. “Man, you need to remind me to grab the camera so I can shoot the people’s neat costumes.”

  “That works.” He wasn’t sure if Galen meant the arms or the camera, but then Galen started painting him and it didn’t matter. The brush dragged on his skin, the latex heavy and clinging and…. Oh. Damn. Weird and hot.

  “Shane. The things you do to me.” He got a light kiss on his shoulder before it was covered with the l
atex, then his neck.

  “Man. Man, that’s….” He wiggled, nipples hard, cock harder. “Fucking odd, but sexy.” He winked at Len. “Good tips, huh?”

  “Yeah. Damn.” He got a lopsided grin as Galen moved around in front, painting away.

  His belly jerked, soft chuckles coming right out of him. “Tickles. Oh, fuck. Tickles.”

  “Stop wiggling, you nut.” Galen grabbed his ass, held him in place. Man, with those pants, it was almost like Len was touching his skin.

  “Fuck, this is damn near like being naked.”

  “Yeah. You look….” He could see how he looked, reflected by the heat in Galen’s eyes, in the way Galen’s hands were less purposeful and more wandery.

  “It’s gonna be hell, working tonight, knowing you’re right there.”

  Galen pinched his ass. “Yeah. If you see me disappear out to my truck for a bit, you’ll know what I’m doing.”

  “Oh. Now. That’s just mean….” He could see it, though, Galen spread, cock pressing out of the tight jeans.

  “Well. I could let you blow me on your break.” Galen worked in silence for a bit, then stepped back to look at him. “Sex on two legs.”

  He looked down, shimmied a little, watching as the latex moved with him. “Wow. Neat.”

  A groan sounded, Galen looking at him, rubbing the front of his jeans. “Wanna try the collar?”

  “Yeah. Okay.” He turned and grabbed it. “You want to put it on for me?”

  “Hell, yes.” The collar jingled a little as Galen picked it up, and the heavy, cool weight of it settled around his throat, Galen buckling it in the back.

  He swallowed, the pressure of the leather different, distracting. “Oh. Wow. It’s like… I won’t be able to forget I have it on.”

  Pressing against it with his fingers, Galen nodded. “Is that bad?”

  He lifted his chin, thighs parting a little, hips shifting. “No.”

  “Good.” Man, Galen’s voice was low, throaty. Growling. And those hands were all over him, touching, petting.

  He moaned, shifting, so fucking hard. “Oh, fuck. Len. Gonna make me need.”

  “I already need, lover. But I’m afraid to mess you up.”

  “The pants unlace in the back….”

  “Oh, God.” Galen reached for him, then pulled back. “Wait, darlin’. I think there’s something missing.”

  “Missing?”

  “Yeah. Part of my costume that I think we need.” Galen grinned wildly and dragged him back into the house. His latex was mostly dry so it was okay.

  “Your….” He followed, laughing, hot and horny and happy as fuck.

  “Yeah. Mine.” Leaving him standing in the living room, Galen disappeared and came back out a few minutes later, buckling the last of the buckles on an old, worn pair of leather chaps.

  “Oh.” He bit his bottom lip, throat working, moving the collar. “Oh.”

  Shirt and hat hitting the couch where he tossed them, Galen grinned and struck a cowboy pose from hell, hips thrust out, legs spread wide, those chaps framing… everything. “What do you think?”

  “Oh.” Fuck him raw, that was the finest thing he’d ever seen.

  “Now, where were we?” That bulge in Galen’s jeans just…. It stood right out. All for him. Galen moved close, leaning down for a kiss, hands settling on his ass, playing with the laces on his pants.

  “You were making me harder than stone.” He met Len’s eyes, pushed up for a kiss, fingers stroking that hot package.

  “Am I?” Galen reached for him, fingers brushing against the laces of his pants, in the front this time.

  “Yeah. Fucking hot, Len.” His hips bucked, pushing into the touch, cock throbbing.

  “You are. That’s for sure. Too damned bad you have to work.” Galen grinned, no heat behind the words. Well, not the annoyed kind. There was plenty of the other kind.

  “Tell me about it. Good money night, though, and if we were out playing, we’d have to be sorta good.” He licked Len’s lips, damn near purring.

  “I know.” His lower lip got nipped before Galen pulled him close by his laces and kissed him hard enough to make his head spin. He groaned, opening wide, the collar heavy, stiff on the back of his neck.

  Galen’s free hand came up, grabbed a loop on the collar, and pulled. “This is blowing me away, lover.”

  He arched, throat working. “It’s something else. So… I don’t know. Kiss me.”

  That was one thing Galen seemed willing to do for a good long while, bending him back with it, tongue pushing into his mouth. Whiskey and heat, that was Galen, and he smelled like sweat and leather. By the time their lips parted, his head was swimming, heart pounding furiously, cock harder than Chinese algebra.

  “God, Shane. This is weird as hell.” Galen stroked his shoulder, grinning. “But damned hot.”

  “It’s Halloween and I’ve got devil horns, Len. Weird as hell is all part and parcel of the whole gig.” He shivered, winked.

  “Yeah. Is it weird that I want to fuck you in front of a mirror, Shane?” They’d done that before, once, but then it had been so he could see the marks Galen had left on him. This time? He wasn’t sure what that would be like.

  “I guess, but sorta hot. You know?”

  “Yeah.” He got a warm chuckle, right against his ear. “It would keep me from messing you all up. But then you couldn’t see me, could you?” Galen frowned. “We’re getting too fucking technical. C’mere.”

  Oh. That kiss? Not technical at all. Just hot, all the way to his toes. He slid his hands all the way up Len’s body, holding on tight, vinyl rasping against denim. Sweet fuck, yes. So fine. Galen’s hands worked around to his ass, unlacing the tight vinyl pants. The kiss went on until little black spots danced in front of his eyes. Air. Damn.

  The kiss broke with a pop, and he swayed, gasping. “Oh. Oh, shit. Gonna cream my pants, Len, we’re not careful.”

  “Mmm. Fuck, I’d love that, you smelling like come all night. But it would probably be not so comfy.” Galen was laughing, panting, rubbing against him like a cat. “Let’s get them open from this side, too, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He reached down, worked the laces open enough for his cock to push through.

  “So pretty.” Galen slid right down, mouth slipping over Shane’s cock, hands pushing into his pants to find his ass and pinch and squeeze.

  “Oh. Oh, your….” His head fell back. That mouth. That amazing fucking mouth.

  “Mm-hmm.” Man, he loved it when Galen hummed for him like that. It vibrated around him. Sent chills up his spine. Galen tongued his slit, fingers spreading his ass, trailing along his crease.

  Shane rocked and fucked Galen’s lips, his fingers stuttering up along Galen’s belly toward tight nipples, the latex odd and slick. Galen went all the way down, lips working him, tongue pushing against the veins on the underside of his prick. One finger circled his hole, pressing gently, and Galen leaned back to lick at his fingers before sliding back into place and shoving that wet finger right in.

  “Fuck!” His knees bent, and he rode that finger, cry torn from him.

  The one became two, Galen opening him, pushing right in deep until he found the spot inside that made Shane feel like he was gonna pass out. He could feel Galen’s beard against him, those lips pushing all the way down to the base of his cock.

  He went up on tiptoe, coming so hard he felt it in the base of his skull, room spinning.

  Galen hummed again, licking him, sucking lightly until he stopped shaking and his cock actually started to hurt. Then Galen pulled off, hands still holding him up. “Gotta let go, darlin’. Need to come.”

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah.” He nodded, hands reaching for Galen. Galen let him help, opening those jeans, that thick cock jutting out of denim and leather, looking fucking amazing. Obscene, only in the good way. His fingers traced over the shaft, petting, looking at the sight of the leather framing that heavy cock.

  “Uhn. Yeah. Shane. Please.” Galen thrust up,
trying to get more of his touch, thighs like stone. Galen’s chest and belly were flushed, his face red and set. Those eyes burned him.

  Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. He started pumping, hard and fast, just like Len needed it, eyes fastening onto that fine body.

  Galen’s whole frame bucked, those big muscles shivering. Thrusting hard, Galen talked to him, telling him how hot he looked, how those vinyl pants should be illegal, how much Galen loved looking at him. That voice was like velvet over steel wool, scraping along his nerves, stroking him.

  Shane groaned, dropping to his knees, mouth dropping over that prick like a ton of bricks, sucking like a starving man.

  “Oh. Sweet Christ!” Took all of five seconds for Galen to come, shooting hard down his throat, moaning and petting and cursing. He cleaned Len’s prick, licked until the sharp male salt was gone. Then he leaned back, licking his lips.

  “Are you sure you can’t call in sick?” He could see the regret in Galen’s eyes, knew he already knew the answer. But it warmed him anyway.

  “Yep. But I arranged to work through my supper break and get off at midnight.” He grinned, winked. “That said, I ought to get cleaned up and head out.”

  Galen nodded, hands closing and opening like they did when Galen wanted to reach for him. “I’ll be right behind you, darlin’. Just got to put my shirt on and shit. But if we go in the same vehicle? We’ll never get there.”

  He grinned, nodded. “You’re gonna let me ride you… ride home with you, right?”

  “You know it, lover. On both counts.” Galen heaved up off the floor, closing up those jeans and straightening his buckles. “You’re not going home with anyone but me.”

  Right, like that would ever occur. “You know it.”

  “Good.” Galen helped lace him back up, checked him over for bare spots. “Okay. Go. Before I jump you again.”

  “Okay. I have your stool saved.” He took a quick kiss. “Wish me enough tips to start a skiing trip fund.”

  “I’ll wish you that and more. I’ll be there.”

  “Cool.” He grinned and grabbed the extra latex, in case of rips. That old man wanted a tug at his nipples.