The Hot Toddy

by George, G. R. ; George, Renee;

  Chapter 11

  Virgin Territory

  Tuck waited in Todd’s bedroom. His friend had condoms and lubricant in his bedside table. He told Tuck to be patient while he got himself ready, but the short separation left an ache—an ache only Todd’s body could soothe.

  He’d stripped to his underwear, relieved to be out of his tight jeans. The normally comfortable pair of pants had turned into a torture device. If his balls had lungs, they’d have sighed in relief. He debated taking off the underwear, but he’d never been naked around Todd before. The shy part of him won, and he kept his briefs on.

  God, Todd was preparing himself for Tuck. He was making himself a gift—a gift Tuck would treasure. Tuck turned his attention to the bed and pulled down the blue comforter. When he looked back toward the door, Todd stood naked in the middle of the room—his hair and body damp from his shower.

  Todd crossed the room with a quick stride and threw his arms around Tuck’s neck. “Fuck, you are so damned gorgeous. So sexy,” Todd said as he kissed and nipped and licked at Tuck’s lips.

  Tuck shivered with pleasure at the warmth of Todd’s kiss. The arms of his love wrapped around him, grasping and kneading up and down his back. Tuck slid his arms into the embrace, meeting Todd’s fevered desire with his own. He slipped his tongue into Todd’s mouth, tasting. He groaned with pleasure when Todd’s fingers dipped under the waistband of his briefs and pushed the fabric down his thighs.

  His cock sprang out, jostling against Todd’s. Small, strangled noises escaped his throat when Todd encircled both shafts with a fist and stroked them together from base to tip.

  Tuck gasped. “Oh, Jesus.” Damn! He was painfully hard. His balls began to tingle with tension and rise to his body. He wanted the evening to last, but if Todd kept it up, it would be over quick. “Stop, stop.” His voice was ragged and harsh.

  “Am I hurting you?” The look of concern in Todd’s eyes made Tuck laugh.

  “No. Definitely not hurting me, but if I come before I even get a chance to get you in bed…”

  Todd laughed with him. “I get it.” He slipped his hand down to cup Tuck’s balls and gave them a slight tug. Taking Tuck’s lower lip between his teeth, he gave it a playful tug. “On the bed.”

  Tuck, startled and confused, didn’t move. “I thought…”

  “You thought right.” Todd wiggled his brows. “Now get on the bed.” He smacked Tuck on the ass.

  Tuck raised a brow in question. “You don’t trust me.”

  Todd shook his head. “It isn’t that.” He traced his finger along the curve of Tuck’s ear. “Fucking isn’t as easy as it looks in porn. There’s a lot of practice involved. I’m just trying to make it easier for you, but I’ll do it however you want me. I’ll bend over, I’ll lie on my stomach, I’ll get up on all fours, we can side split, or you can get on top of me. Any way you want me is good with me.”

  Tuck’s shaft twitched, the tip oozing precum, as he thought of having Todd in all those positions. Eventually. Right then, Todd was right. His inexperience might make things awkward. “What do I do? Just lay down?”

  Todd smiled. “Yes.” He grabbed a condom and a bottle of lubricant from the drawer.

  Tuck shimmied all the way out of his briefs and laid down. He felt naked and exposed, but then again, he was naked and exposed. Todd whistled.

  “Goddamn, Tucker. I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.”

  Tuck wanted to respond in kind, but words failed him. His emotions swelled at the sight of Todd’s beautiful, strong body crawling over him. Todd stopped, mouth hovering just above Tuck’s hard erection. He grasped the base and slid his lips over the tip, swallowing the entire length to the back of his throat.

  Tuck moaned, low and throaty, as his hips bucked of their own accord. Shit! He wasn’t going to last. Just as quickly, though, Todd let go of Tuck’s cock, and kissed and nibbled his way up Tuck’s chest, stopping to tease Tuck’s nipples.

  “Enough!”

  Todd grinned wickedly. “Your cock tastes so good. I can’t wait to suck you off.”

  “Oh God,” Tuck said. “You send me, Todd Nelson.”

  Todd captured his mouth in a kiss full of passion, desire, and unabashed need. After, he straddled Tuck’s thighs. He tore the edge of the condom wrapper with his teeth, peeled back the foil, and took out the rubber. With practiced hands, he unrolled it over Tuck’s cock until the bottom rested against the base. Finally, he squeezed the tip, all the while grinning like mad. Next, he popped the top on the lube and leaned forward. He wet his fingers with the sticky substance and reached behind himself.

  “What are you doing?” Tuck’s words had a slight catch to them.

  “I’m preparing myself for you.” He put more lubricant on his fingers and reached back again.

  Tuck leaned forward and stretched his hand until he reached Todd’s. Todd’s slick hole gave way to Tuck’s finger as he pushed inside.

  Todd arched his back and moaned. “Damn, goddamn,” he muttered. “You feel good, Tuck. So good.”

  Tuck moved his finger in and out of the tight, warm grip of Todd’s ass, relishing the look of sheer bliss on his friend’s face. He sat all the way up, drawing Todd up until the man’s cock pressed against Tuck’s chest. He dipped his head, taking the head of the shaft into his mouth, licking and sucking the tip as he used two fingers, one from each hand to thrust inside Todd’s warmth, gently stretching him wide open.

  “Tuck, Tuck,” Todd repeated. “Shit, I want you in me. I’m so fucking ready for you to be in me.”

  Tucker jerked his head back, Todd’s length popping free of his mouth. He positioned his cock under Todd’s ass. “Now,” he whispered hoarsely, holding it straight. A wash of ecstasy swept through his groin when Todd spread his knees and impaled himself on Tuck.

  Chapter 12

  Come Together

  Todd’s breathing grew rapid—nearly a pant as Tuck’s thick cock stretched him wide and filled him. It sounded like a cliché, getting fucked and suddenly feeling whole, but it’s how he felt, being with Tucker. He waited as his ass adjusted—the sheer connection between them enough to make Todd cry. In Tuck’s arms, with Tuck deep inside him, Todd knew what it meant to be loved and protected.

  Tuck’s grip tightened around him, lifting him and lowering him, up and down. The slight tug of Tuck’s cock as he withdrew sent shivers down Todd’s back. Tuck moaned, but it was hard to hear him through the pounding in Todd’s ears. The same deafening blood fled Todd’s arms and legs, settling in a warm, tightening sensation in his groin. Between his stomach and Tuck’s chest, the delicious friction on Todd’s cock brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

  Tuck rocked his hips, drawing Todd down hard, burying his length balls deep. “Todd,” he said. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. The way your ass is gripping my dick. Goddamn.”

  The words sent a blinding bolt of passion from Todd’s chest to his cock. He began to thrust his hips forward, giving Tuck as good as he got.

  Tuck buried his face into Todd’s neck. “I love you, Todd,” he said. “I love you so damn much.”

  The declaration triggered an emotional and physical response in Todd. “Fuck! Ah!” he shouted as an explosive orgasm, along with Tucker, ripped up his world and tore it into tiny shreds of confetti.

  “Ah, ah!” Tuck cried next. His upper body lurched before arching as his hips bucked against Todd until he’d spent his climax.

  They stayed clasped together for a few moments—Todd reluctant for Tuck to withdraw. They clung together as if they were the only two people on earth, and, as far as Todd was concerned, they were the only two people who mattered. When he finally slowed his breathing, he put his hands on either side of Tuck’s face and leaned back just far enough to drink in the blissful haze in his lover’s eyes.

  “I am the luckiest man alive. Tucker Thompson loves me.”

  A lazy smile played on Tuck’s lips. “Not as lucky as I am. Todd Nelson loves me.”

 
“Yes,” Todd said, placing an affectionate kiss on Tuck’s lips. “Yes, he fucking does.”

  The End

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  The Gin Rickey

  The Other Team, Book 3

  G.R. George

  The Gin Rickey Recipe

  2 ounces of gin

  Juice of 1 lime

  Club Soda

  Fill a Collins glass with ice. Pour gin and the juice of one lime over the ice. Top off with club soda. Use a twist of lime for garnish. While the Rickey has a hint of bitterness, it’s always refreshing.

  Chapter 1

  He’s Not Alex’s type

  Alex Michaels sat at the employee table while he perused a study on neural regeneration. He’d been working at The Other Team—a gay sports bar in the downtown area—for almost three months. He needed the job to pay the bills while he finished his master’s degree in research biology. A scrape of metal on metal from the grill drew his attention. He stretched his arms, cramped from typing at the keyboard, and cast a sideways glance at the new cook Ricky McNeil.

  The man had only been working at The Other Team for about two weeks. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties and had a lean build. His dark hair hung loose and messy around his ears, and he generally sported a week’s worth of beard growth. A little too grungy for Alex’s taste. Besides, Ricky had sleeve tattoos down both of his arms—that and his rough appearance made Alex nervous. The guy was probably a criminal. Although, he had to admit, a criminal with a sexy ass beneath those tight jeans. He’d spent more than one break staring at Ricky’s compact backside.

  The door to the kitchen swung open. Todd Nelson and Tucker Thompson fell in, their arms locked around each other, as they kissed and groped as if they were the only two people in the room. They weren’t.

  “Get a room, guys.” Ricky, who’d been stirring a pot of chili, waved a sauced spoon at them. “And not this one.”

  Tuck flushed, but Todd’s grin was unashamed. The young men couldn’t keep their hands off one another since the night of Alex and Tuck’s disastrous date. He still had a crush on Tuck, but nothing but death would come between those two. He sighed. Watching the passion between the young lovers made him ache, and he hated to admit it, but the lust rolling off them made his dick hard.

  He gawked at the two blonds as they made their way back out of the kitchen. Absently, he rubbed his hand over his groin. Even under his jeans, he could clearly make out the edges of his semi-hard erection. He’d thought about trying to talk his way into a Tuck and Todd sandwich, but he couldn’t stand Todd. Smug bastard.

  He looked at his watch—only twenty minutes left on break. He was tired, his feet hurt, and he was horny. Not a happy combination. His gaze shifted from the door, to his laptop, to the cook…who’d been staring at him.

  He took his hand off his dick, startled by the intensity in Ricky’s light green eyes.

  Ricky didn’t look away. “So that’s your type, huh?” He had a slight accent in his speech pattern Alex couldn’t place.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “That boy, Tucker.” Ricky smirked. His smile—a flash of straight white teeth—crinkled the skin around his eyes, disarming Alex with its charm. He’d never seen Ricky smile before, or at least not that he’d noticed. The guy usually looked sullen and broody. Alex watched the dark-haired brute lean back against the counter near the range. He crossed his left foot in front of his right, displaying a fairly sizable bulge pressing against the fly of his jeans. “Is that your type?”

  Alex found it difficult to concentrate with Ricky’s obvious prominence displayed in front of him. “I…Uhm…” He licked his suddenly dry lips. Staring at Ricky—a product of his socio-economic upbringing no doubt—Alex didn’t know if he should run toward him or run away. Ninety-nine percent of him wanted to run away, but the one percent that wanted to stay made his cock rock hard.

  Jesus. The bulge in Ricky’s pants promised to be one of the biggest dicks Alex had ever seen. The old adage about dynamite coming in small packages played on a loop in his mind. Narrow shoulders, narrow chest, narrow waist and hips, and one big, fat cock. “I don’t really have a type,” he finally replied.

  Ricky chuckled. It was raspy. Probably from too much cigarette smoking. The effect held Alex’s attention. He wasn’t a casual dater and even less casual about sex, but watching Ricky slide his hand over the top of his own groin and caress his shaft through the rough denim fabric, made no strings attached sex seem very appealing.

  Ricky ran his tongue inside his lower lip. His bright green eyes, framed by long dark lashes, almost glowed with heat and promise. A noise, unbidden, escaped from Alex’s throat as his cock tented his slacks.

  He and Ricky were obviously from different backgrounds. How could Ricky possibly fit into Alex’s world? They’d have nothing in common. What if he fell in love and had to introduce Ricky to his parents? They were fine with him being gay, but they could be hypercritical about a man in his life. Ricky would never live up to their expectations.

  Damn. Two seconds of Ricky’s attention and he was already playing the “what if” game—something he did with every guy he found attractive. He had an idea in his head about the perfect partner, and so far, no man had ever met the criterion. Why couldn’t he just have fun? Nothing heavy. No complications.

  He noticed a scar on Ricky’s upper lip, making the thickness slightly uneven. It gave him a really sexy pout and just added to the danger factor. He’d probably been in a lot of fights. Damn, Ricky was hot, but the idea of dating someone who might shank him, and not in a good way, terrified Alex. So why couldn’t he stop staring at the cook’s extra-large package?

  Ricky winked. The right side of his mouth quirked up into a crooked smile. “You want to suck my dick, don’t you, Alex?”

  Alex sputtered. The gall of this man! What, because he had an impressive penis, automatically it meant Alex wanted to give him a blowjob? He had a lot of fucking nerve. Alex had to swallow the hot knot lodged in his throat before he could answer. “I can’t believe you just asked me that.” He stood, his hands shaking.

  Ricky nodded, the half grin still playing on his lips. “Is that a yes?”

  “Jesus.” Alex threw his hands up. “Yes.” He quickly crossed the distance to Ricky. Alex was afraid he’d change his mind if he thought too much about what he was doing. Looking at those sexy hips, he squashed his fears into a pile and pushed them to the back of his mind. Besides, if he didn’t do this now he’d become obsessed. It’s hard to study biology when focusing on anatomy.

  He stood inches taller than Ricky, but kept his eyes averted. Ricky was probably having a grand laugh over this, but Alex decided he wanted a quick dick more than he wanted to avoid embarrassment. He reached down and fumbled with the button on Ricky’s jeans.

  Ricky put his hand over Alex’s and stopped him. “Not here,” he said, his voice ragged and harsh. “Let’s go to the back.” He took Alex by the hand and yanked him toward the walk-in freezer.

  “We’re not going in there, are we?” When Alex had been in fifth grade, a couple of bullies had shoved him into the maintenance room at school. He’d only spent a couple of hours locked in, but it had been enough to give him claustrophobia. He didn’t like small rooms with closed doors. Panic rose in his chest, quickening his pulse and his breathing.

  Ricky turned to face Alex. “Of course not.” He stepped into the storage closet, the door wide open, and pulled the light on. He leaned back against a shelf of dry goods, his head resting on a box labeled Paper Towels. “Here.”

  Alex swallowed, still afraid. “Can we leave the door open?”

  “No worries.” Ricky shrugged. “The lock’s broken, so we have to leave it open.” He gave Alex an appraising once over, swiveled his arms out at the elbows, and turned his palms up as if to say, Come and get me.

  The closet was only semi-private. Anyone could walk around the corner and see them. Frankly, it turned Alex on more than he was comfor
table with—more than he wanted to admit. He ran his fingers over Ricky’s tight T-shirt, tracing every groove of his wiry muscles. Damn, his body was hard and lean.

  Alex fumbled with the fly of Ricky’s jeans, eager to see what lay trapped beneath the dense fabric. He didn’t like to think of himself as a “cock worshipper,” but Ricky’s thick length, close to ten inches and impressively wide, made Alex shudder with anticipation. How did the guy manage condoms?

  “You like what you see?” Ricky’s voice had an edge.

  What Alex saw scared the shit out of him…but it also excited him. He gulped. “I have a feeling you’re a very bad man.”

  Ricky smirked. “You like ‘em bad?”

  “I think so.” Maybe. He wasn’t sure. He’d never been with a “bad” guy before, but everything about Ricky, from the scruffy face, unruly hair, and tattoos, revved his desire.

  Ricky reached up and traced the line of Alex’s jaw. “You want to wrap that pretty mouth around my dick?”

  Again, Alex nodded. He wrapped his hands around the base of the heavy shaft. He started to go to one knee, but Ricky stopped him.

  “Say it.”

  Alex’s cock throbbed. Ricky’s mild command had him ready to spontaneously combust. His lower lip trembled as he forced the words from his mouth. “I want to suck you.”

  A rough groan rumbled from Ricky as he put his hands on Alex’s shoulders and pressed downward. Alex didn’t need more encouragement. He quickly dropped to his knees. The head of Ricky’s cock glistened with a small pool of precum at the tip. Alex licked the slick liquid and watched with satisfaction as the thick erection twitched in response.

  He stretched his lips to fit around the abundant head and took as much of the length as he could into his mouth. Fuck! He could feel the veins on Ricky’s cock pulsing against his tongue as he sucked and licked, using his own saliva to stroke the base. He caressed Ricky’s balls, slightly tugging them as he began to suck with earnest. He felt Ricky’s hands fist his hair, urging him to work faster. His eyes watered as he tilted his chin to open the path to the back of his throat and fought against his gag reflex as the fat tip reached its destination.