On the Sand [A Jarheads Novel]

by Sean Michael

  Rock nodded, opened the front door for Rig. He didn't like the back, but for now he preferred having Rig up front.

  "You don't want it, Rock? Stretch your legs out?” Rig slid in as he shook his head, hand patting his cock through his jeans.

  "We could share the back...” He wouldn't say no to a little more attention from that hand...

  "Oh...” Rig almost hopped out of the front, scooting in the back with a wicked fucking grin.

  Dick pouted at him from the driver's seat. “You can drive on the way home from the restaurant."

  "You got it. Just make sure you take the long way around.” Rock winked and got in.

  Rig's arms were open, reaching for him. “C'mere."

  He settled in the back seat and instead of going to Rig, tugged the man into his. “No, you come here."

  Fuck, Rig's laugh tasted good, that heat slapping against his chest. He sucked on the man's tongue, taking that flavor into him, his hand sliding along Rig's back, headed right for that bubble butt.

  Rig was chuckling for him, cowboy hat flying off as Rig's hands slid around his neck. Dick started the car up and they started moving. He hoped the kid took the really long way to the restaurant. Grinning, he goosed Rig. Hard.

  "Bitch!” Rig's laughter got louder, filling the car in a way he hadn't heard in forever.

  He just grinned, that sound making him happy deep down. His hand slid, cupping one ass cheek, squeezing gently.

  "Hey.” Rig slid more fully into his lap, nose rubbing against his own.

  "Hey, there.” He took a kiss. Fuck, that mouth tasted good.

  "Mmm. You had chocolate at the mall."

  "Would I do that?"

  "You would. Kiss me again."

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I would.” And that kiss? He had no problem giving that. Rig groaned, pushing into his arms and rubbing.

  "Mmm ... you're wanting.” He rolled Rig against him.

  "Yeah. Yeah, feeling good, Blue. Feeling like me again."

  He slid his hands over Rig, nodded, winked. “You do feel good."

  "Yeah? My ass back to form?"

  "Getting there.” He slid his hands down to grab it again. “Yeah, getting there."

  He rolled their hips together, their pricks rubbing together through two pairs of jeans.

  "Mmm. Beautiful son of a bitch.” Rig tilted his head, kissed him so hard his breath caught.

  "Haven't done anything like this in too fucking long."

  Dick grinned at him and Rig through the rear-view mirror.

  "I know it.” Rig licked his lips, nice and slow. “We're going to have us a sweet, slow, private Christmas, Blue. No kids. No drama."

  "Mmm ... sounds good.” He humped up with his hips, hands keeping Rig close.

  "It does. Fuck, I want you. Do we have to eat?"

  "Yes. I'm hungry and you have to.” He slid a hand between them, not even bothering with belt and button, just pulling down Rig's zipper.

  "Touch me.” Rig laughed again, cock sliding on his palm, hot and slick.

  "You fucking know it.” He wrapped his hand around that heat, sliding it slowly up and down, looking into those grey eyes. Rig moaned, moving with him, staring at him like he was pure magic.

  "Get me out.” Two pricks were always better than one.

  "Uh-huh.” Fuck, those fingers were smart, working his jeans open, fingers protecting him from the zipper. Groaning, he wrapped them both together as soon as Rig had him out, hot silk on hot fucking silk.

  "Fuck, yeah. Promise me we can play for awhile tonight. Fuck and suck and touch..."

  Dick piped up from the front of the car. “Oh, yeah. I wanna."

  "Yeah, me too.” He tugged at their pricks. “Take all the time in the world, yeah?"

  "Yeah. Fuck in the hot tub with the rain falling. In the shower. On the sofa under the quilts..."

  "With the Christmas lights on, making everything shine. Making all that skin bright."

  "Don't drive us off the road, Dick."

  "I won't. You've got another few minutes."

  "Better hurry now then.” He tightened his hand, jacking them faster.

  "Uh. Uh-huh. Rock. Blue...” Look at those motherfucking eyes shine.

  "Right fucking here, Rig. Right fucking here.” His voice was husky, need making his balls draw up.

  "Yeah.” Rig nodded and shot, just like that, fucking sweet as could be.

  "Fuck.” He bucked up, his hand working hard, and then came, too, coating his hand.

  Rig groaned, brought his hand up, licked it clean.

  "Sexy fucker.” Fuck, he loved that mouth.

  "Mmhmm.” Rig nibbled and licked and sucked, threatening to get him up again.

  "You need food,” he reminded Rig, refusing to ask his Rabbit to stop.

  "Uh-huh."

  "I'm turning onto Storm Street, guys. We'll be there in a second."

  He just growled, holding Rig's gaze. Rig smiled, kissed the center of his palm, mouthing words against his skin.

  "Fuck. Dick. You think we can hit a drive through window instead?"

  He met Dick's eyes in the rearview mirror, and the kid nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so."

  Fucking A.

  "Mmm. Cool. We have steak in the freezer. We'll make ‘em tomorrow.” Rig's lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking good and hard.

  "Uh-huh.” It was like there was a connection between his thumb and his cock, the later filling easily. Rig's teeth scraped all up along his thumb, making him jerk. They pulled into the drive-through, Dick ordering for them.

  Rock didn't even give a shit what Dick got them. It didn't fucking matter. He had horny, happy, sex-kitten Rig in his lap, asking for him.

  And that made it fucking perfect, all on its own.

  Chapter Fifty Five

  Dick managed to get them home without having an accident. No mean feat given the way Rock and Rig were steaming up the windows.

  "Come on, horn dogs. Let's go in.” He grinned, horny as hell himself. “We've got plans."

  He grabbed their food and all the bags, being good and not peeking, though he was sorely tempted.

  "Mmm. Food. Couch. Movies. Coffee?” Jesus, Rig never stopped pushing.

  Rock snorted. “I thought you wanted to fuck all night long?"

  Dick got the door open and their bags in the closet where the dogs couldn't get to them. “I think that's a no on the coffee, Rig. We haven't got any in the house, anyway."

  "Fucking works. I could fuck faster with coffee."

  He looked over at Rock, who looked back at him and the two of them just started laughing. Rig gave them a shit-eating grin, a wink, their cowboy just tickled. Dick set up their supper, and grabbed some cokes from the fridge, while Rock set up a movie.

  It wasn't long before they were all settled together, Vin Diesel jumping off a bridge as they ate their burgers. Rig leaned against Rock, socked feet on his lap. Rock jollied Rig into eating more of his burger. “Come, Rig. I'll give you a kiss for another bite."

  Rig played along, too, and it made him feel good—to see Rig try, to see Rig fighting to get better.

  Once they were done eating, he pulled Rig's socks off and started to massage the man's feet. “You've cute toes, you know."

  "Toes aren't cute.” Rig stretched out, alternately watching the movie and nuzzling Rock's package.

  "No?” He took one and wriggled it. “This little piggy went to market..."

  Rig snorted, nudged his belly with one heel. “Shit, no. We've marketed. We're home."

  Rock shook his head. “You're nuts, kid."

  Chuckling, he started rubbing Rig's sole hard enough not to tickle. “Nah. I'm just having fun."

  "It's been a while since that was all we had to worry on, huh? Just us and goofing off?” Rig grinned at Rock, kissed the big guy's stomach. Rock grunted, and stroked Rig's head..

  "Yeah. Yeah, it's been too long.” He brought Rig's foot to his mouth and kissed the ankle. Rig smelled good. He smiled, kissed aga
in as it hit him, in his gut. Rig smelled like Rig again. He licked up Rig's ankle as far as the denim would let him.

  He hadn't even realized how much he'd missed that smell, that taste, the rightness of it.

  "Mmm. That's warm, Pretty.” Rig reached up, started unbuttoning Rock's shirt.

  "You taste good,” he said softly, nuzzling, licking some more. He reached up, undoing Rig's belt so he could get the jeans undone and off. Rock stretched out, arms along the couch—offering himself up to Rig. It was easy, warm. Like coming home. Rig was exploring Rock's belly and chest, humming happily. Rock helped him a little with the jeans, and he took the man's tightie whities off at the same time. He didn't hurry, just tasted, the hair under his lips making him chuckle now and then.

  It was surprisingly hot, Rig wearing nothing but one of Rock's sweaters, the edge just at the bottom of that sweet ass. Rock's hand came down to pat at Rig's hip, the big guy making a low, happy sound. Rock's eyes met his, satisfied as fuck. Settled.

  Dick grinned against Rig's skin, licking over one calf muscle. He nibbled, too, teeth rubbing gently. Rig leaned up a little, worked Rock's jeans open. That heavy cock was filling, peeking out from under the edge of the sweater.

  Oh, he had a goal now.

  Still smiling, he slowly continued licking upward.

  Rock's legs spread, and there was another heavy cock coming into view as Rig got Rock's jeans open. They all made these great noises—happy and male and rough and together. Rig's cheek slid up along Rock's shaft; Dick kissed the inside of Rig's thigh.

  He nosed Rig's balls, tongue licking over them, the strong flavor of Rig matching his scent. He couldn't keep the slow pace up any longer; he went down on Rig's cock sucking that taste right in.

  "Dick!” Rig sat up a little, eyes wide. Rock chuckled, hand sliding briefly over his head. He just hummed around Rig's prick, looking up into those grey eyes, his tongue playing with the slit of Rig's prick.

  "That ... that's not slow. Oh ... Good.” Rig blinked a little owlishly, slowly leaning back into Rock's arms.

  He pulled off and licked a circle around the head of Rig's prick. “If you want slow you shouldn't taste so good."

  "Dick...” Please.

  "Tease,” Rock accused softly.

  Laughing, Dick took Rig back into his mouth, going slowly all the way down, lashing at the silky flesh with his tongue. Rig leaned all the way back, Rock's arms wrapping around the lean body and holding on. Rock's fingers tugged the sweatshirt up, big fingers playing with those sensitive little titties. Dick kept his head bobbing slowly, sucking strongly around the hard skin.

  Rig started moaning, groaning low as he pulled and swallowed around Rig. He slid his fingers over the Rig's balls, rolling and stroking them. Fuck, he loved this.

  His men didn't look like they were arguing either, two sets of eyes on him, laughing, needing. His cock throbbed in his jeans and he just ignored it, knowing that he'd have his turn. Those eyes were making promises. Dick let his teeth threaten, not hurt, never hurt, but just gave Rig a little extra strength.

  "Mmm. Yeah, Pretty. The tip, huh? You know that does it for me.” Oh yeah, he knew. He flicked his tongue across Rig's slit again, and then pushed into it, holding Rig's balls in his hand. Rig gasped, hips bucking up a little. “Hey. Yeah. Yeah, Dick. More."

  He used his teeth next, letting Rig feel it across the top of his prick.

  "Oh.” Rig arched, all that long, lean body offered up and both him and Rock moaned to see it. Moaning himself, he did it again, and then took Rig in down to the root, burying his nose in the blond pubes. He swallowed hard.

  Rig's hands landed on his head, holding him down as that pretty cock throbbed. He swallowed, taking everything Rig had to give him. Rig tasted almost sweet, now that he was well, tasted rich and male and right. He hummed happily, hips humping the couch lightly as he cleaned Rig's prick with his tongue, slowly letting it drop from between his lips.

  "Prettiest fucking sight,” muttered Rock, one finger wiping a drop of come from the corner of his mouth.

  "So good. So fucking sweet.” Rig gave him this smile that just warmed him up.

  He beamed up at them both, and then sat up so he could pull off his t-shirt. Rock got with the naked program right away, tugging Rig's sweatshirt the rest of the way off. Rig sat up, worked Rock's jeans off, nuzzling and touching the whole time.

  It wasn't long at all before they were all naked, him and Rock kissing while Rig licked at Rock's fat prick. Rig shifted him over, lined them up, the hot, wet cock loving on him too. He made a soft noise, his belly going tight as his prick jerked at the attention. Grunting, he took another kiss, and he fed more noises into Rock's mouth.

  It was like Rig was fucking worshipping his prick, Rock's. Those lips gave him long, wet kisses, tongue sliding over their skin.

  "Oh, God.” He moaned, holding onto Rock.

  Rig's hum answered him, the vibrations making them both gasp.

  "Fucking sweet.” Rock's hand slid through Rig's curls and reached down, too, touching one cheek, the side of Rig's mouth.

  Rig was smiling. Sucking, humming and smiling, like he was the happiest man on Earth. This, right here this was all he needed to have the best fucking Christmas ever.

  Rock's hand slid down his spine and found his crease, found his hole, pressing against it. Okay, so it could get even better.

  Half laughing, half groaning, he moved his hips, pushing back against Rock's finger and forward to slide his cock along Rock's, into Rig's mouth. Rig took them both in, pulling and sucking, squeezing them together.

  Rock's eyes closed, a low, throaty moan sounding. Fucking manly compared to his own whimper, but fuck, that felt unbelievably good. Rig's fingers worked his balls, rolling so gently, rubbing. It was more than any one guy could take and he lost it, hips jerking as he sawed between Rock and Rig.

  They all moved together, Rig pulling and sucking and damn near feeding off them both.

  "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” He cried out, coming into Rig's mouth, his ass going tight around Rock's finger.

  "Shit, feel that,” muttered Rock.

  Rig groaned, swallowing hard, driving him crazy. If it kept up, he wasn't going to go soft.

  Of course, the way Rock was moaning, he might just keep it up regardless of Rig.

  "Wanna fuck you.” Rock's words hung in the air.

  Rig licked the tip of Rock's prick. “Which you?"

  Those blue eyes met his, and then Rig's. “Both of you."

  Dick felt a shiver go down his spine at Rock's tone.

  Rig grinned, the look lazy and wicked. Dick almost chuckled as the game of ‘tease the bear’ started. “You haven't even gotten off yet. You'll never outlast both of us."

  Rock's eyes just shone, the man knowing exactly what Rig was doing, but going along with it anyway. “That a challenge?"

  "You think you're up to it?” Look at those two, vibrating, happy, staring each other down.

  "Is this up enough for you?” Rock slapped his prick against Rig's cheek. “I'm not so old I can't keep up with the two of you—show you both how it's done."

  Shit, watching them was better than television and movies anyway. Rig moaned, face turning toward Rock's cock.

  "Can I go first?” He wasn't being greedy, but he did love being lazy and melted, still feeling Rock inside him while he watched the big guy do Rig.

  "Mmhmm. I'll get Rock wet for you...” Rig's tongue dragged up Rock's prick.

  "Like he's not already.” Chuckling, he looked for the lube.

  "Hush. Wetting.” Rig gave him a wicked, shit-eating smile.

  His chuckles turned into laughter, and Rock just sat there, spread like the biggest, macho-est, studliest slut in the world, blissful look on his face as Rig worked that gorgeous cock.

  "Who's gonna get me ready?” he asked, spreading wide himself.

  Rig chuckled, eyes cutting over to him, wanting both of them. He jacked himself lazily, knee going up over the back of the couch,
so Rig could see exactly what was on offer.

  "You're cheating.” Rock was grinning, though.

  "Right—like having that bad boy out isn't cheating."

  They grinned at each other.

  "Hrm...” Rig frowned a little, then grinned and slid to the floor, upper body leaning on the sofa. “Okay, lean over me, Dick, and Rock? Get in position behind him. I'll get you both ready."

  Rock burst out laughing, and he wasn't far behind.

  "Slut,” Rock accused fondly, fingers stroking over Rig's face.

  "Y'all's.” The air got serious for a second, Rig meeting Rock's eyes.

  "You fucking know it.” Rock's voice was all growly and those blue eyes flicked in his direction for a moment. “You both are. And nobody'd better fucking forget it. Not for a Goddamned second."

  Rig nodded and pushed back up into Rock's lap, pulling him over so they could share a kiss, all three of them together. It was long and slow and was all three of them just being there in that moment, living in that kiss.

  Rock grinned when their mouths finally parted. “Didn't someone mention fucking?"

  "Uh-huh. Couple of us.” Rig grinned, rubbing against them both.

  "You still wanna get us both ready at the same time?” The idea of it was fucking hot. But then so was pretty much everything they did together. He lived in a wet dream.

  "You know it.” Rig slid back down, arms open for him.

  He gave Rig a kiss before kneeling on the couch, spreading to bring his ass down to where Rig could reach him. His belly was tight with anticipation of that tongue. Rig moaned, nose bumping his balls as heat brushed behind them, heading for his hole. Groaning, he held onto the couch, going tight with need. He could feel the heat of Rock's body come up behind him.

  Oh.

  Oh, fuck.

  Rig started licking, tongue flicking between the tip of Rock's cock and his hole. He whimpered, holding himself tight so he didn't start rocking. The tip of Rock's prick bumped against his hole, making him cry out.

  "Yeah.” Rig was licking, touching, helping, driving him out of his mind.

  He started moving, sliding back and forth so that Rock's prick rubbed along his crack. Finally Rig slid away, hand lining Rock up.

  "Oh, fuck, yes.” Rock's prick pushed in, spreading him wide. Moaning, he pushed back. Rock chuckled, bit the back of his neck. “Impatient."