Rain and Whiskey

by BA Tortuga

  “Okay, darlin’. Love you.” Galen brought his hand up, kissed it. Then Galen started stripping, clothes joining his on the floor.

  He started the water, letting himself watch that fine-as-fuck body appear. He groaned, aching, hand tugging his balls.

  “Oh, shit, lover. In.” Galen pushed him into the shower, stepping in behind him and rubbing. Pushy bastard. Fuck. He turned, head falling forward, water pouring over him, ass snuggling back into Len. Yeah. In. He got a groan, deep and heavy, and Galen’s cock slid against his crease. Hot. So hot. Galen’s arms slid around him, hands coming up to rub his chest, fingers pulling at his nipples.

  Heat moved through him, the rings tugging. “Couldn’t get rid of them. Meant… meant stuff to me.”

  He felt Galen’s rough beard against his cheek, Galen’s skin all along his back. “Good. I was afraid…. You’re here, though.” Those fingers yanked and rolled and pulled, making him arch, making his whole body sing.

  “Yes. Home.” He nodded, thighs parting, balls aching. He leaned forward, braced himself on the tile, hips canting. “Len.”

  “Home,” Galen agreed, and two wet fingers were pushing against his hole, testing his tightness, his heat. “So tight. Missed everything.”

  “Uh-huh. Wanted you.” Pushing back, he groaned, body clenching. “Touch me.”

  “Yeah, darlin’. Yeah.” One finger slid right inside him, pushing, opening. Galen’s other hand was on his chest, his belly, petting and stroking. Eyes closed, he rocked, sliding between Galen’s hands, needing.

  One finger slid out and two slid in. “Not gonna be able to wait, darlin’. Need you so bad. Don’t want to hurt you. Just… tell me if I go too fast.”

  “Need to feel you. Fuck, so empty.” He wasn’t begging, he wasn’t.

  Galen nodded against him, opening him wide, cock nudging his hole. “Now, Shane. Now.”

  There weren’t any words left in him. He bore down, breath pushing out at the burn, the stretch.

  “God.” Galen’s hand slid down his arm, fingers twining with his. The other hand went to his opposite hip to pull him back, Galen thrusting into him, kissing his neck, his shoulders. He held on, moving, rocking, entire fucking body as lit up as the Fourth of July. Moving with him, Galen pushed and pulled, hips rolling, cock rocking deep, angling up. “Fuck. Love.”

  Lightning shot along his spine, hot and bright, making him jerk. “Please!”

  “Yeah. Soon.” Galen reached for his cock, shoving into him harder and harder, tugging at him. Galen was panting in his ear, hot words pouring out, telling him how good it was, just babbling love words. He nodded, sobbed, heat pouring out of him, every fucking muscle going tight as a strung wire. He got a few more short, hard thrusts, Galen grunting and pushing, biting down hard on his shoulder as he was filled, Galen jerking and spraying inside him.

  He kept his head down, panting, eyes full, heart pounding.

  Galen nuzzled his neck, hands moving on him, rinsing him off, getting him good and clean from ankles to nose. Fuck. Heaven. He was in heaven. The water eventually got turned off, and he let Galen move him, sorta in a fog. There was hot, slick skin, and a warm towel, and they were moving, Galen taking him right to bed, as promised.

  It damn near broke him, seeing his pillow on the bed, waiting on him. Damn near, but not quite.

  Galen pulled him right down on the bed, taking the right side, like he always did, reaching for him. “God. You’re here.”

  “Uh-huh. Home.” He found his spot, settled right in.

  “Glad I found you.” He wasn’t sure if Galen was talking about this time or the first time, but either way, it worked for him. Especially when Galen murmured, “I love you,” against his skin.

  “Yeah. Love.” He nodded or rubbed or something, something good, something that let him sleep.

  Something that brought him home.

  IT WAS bright daylight outside when Galen woke up, gasping, reaching. Oh. Oh, fuck yes. Instead of tangled sheets and crumpled pillows, his hands slid over smooth, warm skin. Shane. Shane was there.

  Galen settled back, pulling the covers back to look. Just to look. And maybe touch a little. That sweet ass was up in the air, Shane’s head buried in the pillow, and Galen stroked and petted, soothing himself with the touches. Damn, that was fine.

  Shane moaned, wiggling a little, stretching out under his hand so pretty for about fifteen seconds before Shane’s head shot up, eyes wide, looking around wildly. Then they fastened on him, and he got a smile.

  “Hey, darlin’.” Galen smiled back, knowing exactly how that felt. “You sure were sleeping hard.”

  “Hey.” Shane nodded, leaning down for a kiss, hand sliding down his belly.

  “Mmm.” Oh, Lord, that felt good. He’d missed those long, slow kisses in the morning. He wrapped his hand around the back of Shane’s neck and held him there, tasting. Shane settled, cuddling right in, bodies rubbing together. Those hands mapped him, smoothed over his skin, petting.

  He rolled even closer, hand resting on Shane’s hip. They kissed long and deep, almost lazy, but Galen knew better. He could feel the tension in both of them.

  Vibrating, Shane started shifting, sliding against him, those blue eyes bright as midday. “Want you.”

  “All yours.” He stroked Shane’s ribs, his spine. “How do you want me?”

  Shane grinned, rolling on top of him. “I guess yes isn’t a good answer.”

  “Well, it’s one I can agree with.” He lay back, spread his arms. “Because at this point whatever you want to do sounds good.”

  Shane leaned in, mouth slowly sliding against his upper arm, breathing in deep, fingers petting his belly, sliding down to stroke his prick.

  “Oh, fuck.” Yeah. That was… oh. Yeah. Galen pushed right up into Shane’s hand. Shane moved slowly, lips and hands exploring him, so close that every blink brushed those gold eyelashes against him. He could only stay still so long, but he wanted Shane to have the run of him, so he satisfied himself with smoothing Shane’s hair, massaging his neck. Shane smiled up, teeth scraping along his ribs. Then Shane spread his legs, scooting down, tongue sliding, slipping over his prick.

  “God, darlin’. You feel. Damn.” His cock jerked, his hips rose. The muscles in his thighs and his belly tensed up, making his breath catch. Lord.

  “So fucking fine, Len.” One of his balls was taken into warm lips, sucked so gently.

  Pleasure shot right up his spine and exploded in his brain, and he moaned, the sound low and torn. He stroked Shane’s shoulders, letting Shane learn him again only through force of will. Shane’s thumbs stroked his hole, spread him, so gentle, the slow increase of pressure in lips and fingers making his head spin.

  Galen opened right up, like he never really had, and let Shane have him. His legs fell wide and he panted, watching Shane taste him. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Shane purred, sliding down, tongue slipping over his hole, so fucking hot.

  He felt that sound against his skin, felt the roughness of Shane’s tongue contrast with the softness of his lips, with his scratchy whiskers. His body was on fire. Soft sounds filled the air, licks becoming pressure becoming pure heat.

  “Shane. Lover. I need you. In me.” He finally gave up not pressuring, tugged on Shane’s shoulders instead, trying to get him to come up. Shane crawled up, nodding, panting. Those lips were swollen, eyes lit right up. That wide cock head nudged his hole, Shane needing too bad to tease, pushed and stretched and spread.

  “Yeah. Yeah, now.” Galen arched, moved down and opened up for Shane. So good.

  “Now….” Shane’s eyes closed, head falling back as those hips pressed forward, cock filling him.

  Oh, holy Christ. Galen pulled Shane down for a kiss, shattering inside with the feel of Shane, the width and heat and need of him. It was more than he could stand and everything he wanted.

  “Love.” The word was whispered, Shane on him, in him, fucking everywhere.

  “Love you.” Now that
he started saying it? He couldn’t seem to stop, but it was the truth, wasn’t it? He was a goner. Galen slid his hands down Shane’s body, grabbing that tight ass and pulling, humping up for all he was worth.

  Shane grabbed on to the headboard, hips pistoning, driving into him. His cock was aching, just burning. Galen grunted, fingers digging into Shane’s skin, teeth sinking in too, right at the neck.

  “Shit!” Shane shifted his weight, fingers wrapping tight around his cock. “Soon.”

  “Shane. I can’t….” Galen thrashed, breath coming so short he saw spots in front of his eyes. He was begging, he could hear it, vaguely. And when Shane looked at him, blue eyes wide and hot, and pushed in just right, at the spot that made him cry out, Galen shot hard enough to make his ears ring.

  Shane watched, thrusting through his orgasm, panting and looking at him. “So fucking fine.”

  He tried to pet, clumsy and uncoordinated. “Shane….”

  “Yeah. Yeah, Len.” The thrusts got harder, deeper, Shane shaking. “For you. Fuck.”

  “Yeah. Come on, lover. Come on.” He wanted to see it. Wanted to watch Shane’s face.

  Those eyes went wide, almost shocked, pleasure written all over as heat filled him, that heavy cock jerking inside him. He held on, cradled Shane as he came down, kissed Shane’s temple as they slumped together. Jesus. That was… yeah. Like nothing else.

  Shane relaxed, breath going slow and steady, snuggling down against him.

  Lord. Shane was asleep in no time, just like a tired kid, and didn’t that make him feel like crap? But only for a minute, because Shane was home and Galen had him, and there was no sense dwelling. None at all.

  He’d much rather stay right where he was and watch Shane sleep.

  Chapter Fourteen

  WHEN SHANE woke up, the sun was fading and his head was fuzzy and hurting and weird. Still, he was home and cuddled in Len’s bed, and yeah. He stretched and rolled up, bladder screaming. He could hear Len, moving around the house, humming low. It was….

  Cool. Weird. Good. Right. Scary.

  He pissed and washed his face, then stopped. Wondered for a second about whether his clothes were still where he’d left them, then decided he’d believe they were and went to grab a soft, comfortable pair of Galen’s shorts.

  The humming got louder, and Galen appeared in the doorway, looking him over. “Hey. You hungry?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded, grinned, eyes dragging over that fine fucking body. “I am. Sorry about crashing.”

  “Yeah, well, I crashed pretty hard too.” Galen smiled back at him, a little of that cocky, crooked grin showing. Those dark eyes, though, were serious as a heart attack. “Was thinking of pancakes and eggs. Even if it is suppertime.”

  “Yeah?” His belly damn near gnawed its way out of him. Probably would have, even if he hadn’t been living close to the bone. “You want some help? I can set the table.”

  “Come on.” He got a heartbreaking view of Galen’s ass in the oldest pair of jeans imaginable as Galen turned and headed back for the kitchen, singing with the radio.

  He followed along, feeling weird and not all at ease. Part of him wanted to rush up, squeeze that fine ass. Part of him wanted to just not fuck up.

  “You want bacon?” Galen got out all the fixings to make the pancakes and eggs and sort of wandered, getting pans and mixing bowls, and finally Galen walked right over and grabbed him and kissed him.

  Oh. He reached out, took the handful of ass he’d wanted, the twisted wire feeling in his belly easing right on up. “Hey.”

  “Hey. Much better.” Galen patted his ass and wiggled into his hands at the same time, smiling big and easy. A nip to his neck was all he got before his belly growled, and Galen laughed, turning him back to the cabinet with the plates and heading for the stove. “Food first, lover.”

  “Yeah.” He got the butter and the syrup, catching sight of the coffeemaker. Oh. Coffee. “You want some joe, Len? I’ll make some.”

  “Oh, hey, that’d be good. I can’t make it for shit.” And that? Was no lie.

  He chuckled, grabbed the coffee, and started making, relaxing as they moved together, worked together. The smells of frying bacon and cooking eggs and pancakes started filling the room, fighting with the scent of brewing coffee. Galen bumped hips with him when he got close, rubbed a hand over his ass here and there. He grabbed two cups, fixing Len’s with two sugars and his with a splash of milk. He handed Len his coffee and stole a bite of bacon.

  When Len didn’t whap him, he stole another bite.

  It was good. Weird still, yeah. But good, especially when Len took the eggs up and let the bacon rest and kissed him some more while the pancakes finished on the second side.

  He leaned in, fingers petting Len’s belly. He didn’t know what to say—he figured they had a shitload to talk on, but….

  They did talking best in the dark, in the bed.

  They sorta swayed to the music, almost like dancing, until the pancakes started smoking a little, and Galen went to get them all plated. “Come on, darlin’. We’ll eat. Go from there.”

  Oh, yeah. This time that crooked smile lit up Galen’s eyes too. He nodded, his own smile pulled right out of him, wide and real.

  “I’m mighty fond of your pancakes, Mr. Frost.”

  “Good. I figure I’ll fatten you up on ’em.” They sat at the table, Galen dumping hot sauce on his eggs.

  “Yeah? I….” He pinked a little and grabbed the syrup. “It’s been a shitty few weeks.”

  “Tell me about it.” Galen’s hand covered his, squeezing gently. “We… I figure we oughta. Hell.” Galen snorted. “Can we talk on it later?”

  He dug in, nodded. “Yeah. I got time, Len. We got time.”

  “Hell, yes. I’m keeping you.”

  “Promise?” The word sort of slipped out, and he buried his face in his plate.

  “Yes.” Galen’s response was definite, the hand on his chin raising his face, unavoidable. Pushy bastard. Galen looked him right in the eye. “I’ll not ask you to leave again.”

  He nodded. “You…. You’re my home and shit, Len. I don’t want to lose that.”

  Thumb stroking his chin, Galen leaned in and gave him a kiss, sweet and spicy. “Not gonna, darlin’. Couldn’t sleep without you.”

  “Can’t have that.” He took another kiss of his own; then they settled back, digging in, knee to knee.

  “Nope. Can’t have you sleeping in a Jeep with a funny smell either.” Galen’s ankle bumped his under the table, such a normal Galen gesture.

  “Yeah. I think I could go a few days without sitting in that Jeep. I need to clean it out, but that’ll wait ’til tomorrow.” God, that Jeep was fucking scary.

  “No kidding.” Chuckling, Galen sopped up syrup with his last bite and sat back, pushing the plate of bacon at him. “Damn, I’m full as a tick.”

  He took one more piece and then grinned over, poking Galen’s belly. “Maybe. I’ve seen fuller.”

  “You watch it or I’ll pop.” It was good, laughing like that.

  “Shit, that would make a mess, and we got better shit to do than that much cleaning.”

  Oh, now. That was a hot look, one he hadn’t been sure he’d see again. “You got that right. In fact, I’m inclined to let the dishes sit and go back to bed for a bit.”

  “Yeah? ’Cause I’m thinking there’s a mattress calling our name.” Shane stood up, grabbed the plates, and put them in the sink.

  Galen followed, grabbing him and pressing him up against the counter, rubbing. “Last one there does the dishes in the morning.”

  He crowed, sliding around Galen and hauling ass down the hall. Damned if that big bastard didn’t catch him right in the doorway and send them both tumbling to the bed at the same time. They bounced, laughing hard, arms and legs tangling right up.

  “Looks like it’s a tie. I’ll wash, you dry.” Galen grinned ear to ear, looking pleased as punch.

  “Works for me.” He leaned in, tasting th
e syrup on Len’s mouth, hands sliding around Len’s waist.

  Galen kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth, the laughter gone suddenly. They rolled, Galen pressing down on top of him, hard and sure, hands sliding up his arms to catch his and hold them above his head.

  Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Yeah. He arched, pushing back, meeting Len’s heat halfway.

  It escalated so fast, Galen spreading his legs and humping against him, and even through his shorts and Len’s jeans he could feel how hard Len was. That mouth. Oh, fuck that mouth just took his, opened him right up, Galen’s touch possessive, needy.

  His heels dug into the mattress, body buzzing and burning, begging for more. Galen gave it to him, nibbling down his chin and neck, sucking up a mark at the base. Leaving his hands above his head, Galen slid one hand down his arms to his chest, pulled at the rings in his nipples, and gave them each a little twist.

  “Oh.” Fuck. The little zing, the pressure? Maddening. Hotter than fuck.

  “These kill me, Shane. Make me want.” Galen bent to take one in his teeth, pulling hard.

  “Fuck, yes. That’s…. Damn.” Christ, that was the hottest fucking thing.

  “You don’t know how glad I was….” Galen trailed off in favor of pulling the other up with his tongue, but Shane could fill in the blanks. His shorts gave way under Galen’s fingers, the soft material dragging down over his cock.

  “Yeah.” He grabbed hold of the headboard, wriggling and shifting to help the shorts scoot down.

  “Oh fuck, Shane. So fucking pretty.” Galen’s voice was its own kind of caress, dark and thick like molasses. Even better was the hand that found his balls about the time Galen’s mouth closed over the head of his cock.

  “Galen!” He heard the seam on the shorts rip as his thighs spread, hips popping right up. Religions could be started in the name of that amazing mouth.

  “Mmm.” There it was, that hum that vibrated right around him, that told him Galen was enjoying the heck out of himself. Galen went all the way down and swallowed, pressing hard against the skin behind his balls.