by Sean Michael
"Where're we going?” He got a kiss after each word, Rig slowly fucking relaxing.
"Home.” He wasn't fucking Rig in the sand in this cold.
"I like our home.” Yeah. Yeah, he knew that.
"Uh-huh.” He climbed the deck, Rig not heavy at all.
"You're going to hurt yourself one day.” Rig's lips were on his, too damn cold.
"The day I can't carry you is the day they can put me in the ground.” He growled a little, hurrying up and getting Rig inside. The house was warm, cozy, a fire in the tiny fireplace, blankets on the big, heavy sectional. He lay Rig out on the couch. “Now this is a place to get something started."
Rig nodded, arms reaching up for him. “I need you."
Rock knew that too. He just needed Rig to remember it. “I've got what you need, Rig. Got it right here."
Those dove grey eyes stared up into him, watching. Agreeing. He straddled Rig, rolling his cock against Rig's package.
"H ... hey. Hey, Blue.” Rig moaned, hips shifting.
A low, rumbly sound came out of him, and he leaned forward, lips pressing against Rig's mouth as he rubbed them together. Rig's fingers wrapped around his head, tugged him in close and held him tight.
"Mmm...” There wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be.
The blankets were pulled down and over him, Rig cuddling up against him.
"I'll warm you up,” he promised. Inside and out.
"Good.” Rig nodded, tongue fucking his lips, almost desperately.
Growling, he sucked on that tongue, fingers tugging Rig's t-shirt out of his jeans. Rig's belly was hot, skin soft to his fingers. The man was filling out, the edge of the scar ridged. He traced that scar, fingers sliding over it again and again. He'd almost lost his rabbit. Suddenly he needed so fucking badly, his fingers clawing at the button and zipper on Rig's jeans.
Rig helped, pulling at his belt, pulling at his shirt. “Jim. Rock."
"I've got you.” He rose up enough to get his own jeans undone, his prick pushing out, hard and eager.
"Swear it."
"I fucking swear it, Rig.” He growled, tearing Rig's jeans along the seam, from the bottom of the zipper up around the ass.
"Rock. Damn, you...” Rig spread for him, just like that.
"Yeah, yeah. Your favorite fucking pair.” He slid his fingers behind Rig's balls, finding that little hole and pressing against it.
Rig shook his head, one knee bending. “Nah. They're old. You're so fucking strong."
He chuckled, fingers rolling Rig's balls, and rubbing the smooth, hot patch of skin behind them. “You usually grumble at me when I rip your clothes.” He couldn't help flexing a little, too, showing off for his cowboy.
"I'm tired of grumbling."
That had him chuckling again and he slid one finger into Rig's body, up to the first knuckle. “Long as you're not tired of this."
"Never. Need you like air."
Rock nodded. He knew that. Knew it was a mutual feeling, too. He wriggled his finger inside Rig, and then pushed deeper, searching for Rig's gland. Those lips parted when he found it, Rig gasping and jerking, bucking on his touch.
"Yeah. Just like that.” He pegged it again, his other hand rubbing across Rig's belly.
"Uh. Uh-huh. Rock.” Rig's shoulders raised up off the couch.
He kept moving that one finger, watching the flush travel up Rig's neck and over his cheeks. “Could do this all night long."
"That'd drive me out of my Goddamn mind.” Like that was supposed to stop him.
"Oh, I'd mix it up now and then.” He danced his fingers across Rig's belly again, circling Rig's navel.
Fuck, he loved those needy little cries. He alternated between pushing against Rig's gland and sliding his fingers over the skinny chest, and almost touching Rig's hard prick. His Rabbit was his—one hundred percent, no question. His.
Bending, he brought their mouths together, taking that mouth as he worked a second finger into Rig's body, stretching that tight hole. Rig fucked his lips, that tongue pushing in and in, needing him. He spread his fingers wide, his cock nudging against Rig's as he rocked his hips. This rough, raw little sound pushed into his mouth, Rig grunting for him.
"I want this forever, Rig. I want to fuck you until the end of fucking time.” He wasn't going to lose Rig. He was not.
"Okay.” Rig's hand cupped his cheek, staring at him. “I promise."
Nuzzling into Rig's palm, he slid his fingers out of that tight heat and started rubbing the tip of his cock over Rig's hole, wetting it with the come already leaking out of him.
"Yeah. Yeah, Blue. In me.” Demanding cowboy.
He didn't say anything, just pushed, letting Rig's need do the work, that hungry body swallowing him up just like that. Fuck. It was sheer fucking heaven. Rig's fingers dug into his shoulders, pushing hard enough to leave bruises. He grunted and began to move, coming nearly all the way out inch by inch, and then pushing back in just as slowly. Rock swore he could feel Rig's body clutching at him, every single fucking inch.
"More. More, Blue.” Rig licked his lips, just giving it up for him.
"I'll give you more.” He pushed harder, faster, mouth sliding on Rig's.
"You give me what I fucking need.” Yeah, he knew that too. He crushed their lips together. No more talking. Not right now. Good thing Rig was all over that, kissing him like there was no fucking tomorrow, tongue fighting with his. His hips moved faster, ass pumping as he went for it. Rig's body rippled around his cock, milking it, milking him. With a shout, he came, his fingers wrapping around Rig's prick and tugging hard.
Rig jerked, shuddered. “Again. Close."
He pushed into Rig again, hand squeezing Rig's hot flesh tight. His Rabbit just gave it up for him, seed pouring over his fingers. He hummed into Rig's mouth, hand moving easily over slick skin, his weight settling slowly, pushing Rig into the cushions.
Rig hummed, relaxing under him, holding on tight. He pushed his face against Rig's neck, breathing in. He fucking loved that smell.
"Mmm.” Rig's breath was slowing, hands not letting him go even a little.
Shifting just enough so he wasn't crushing Rig, he let his eyes close. They could nap before ringing in the New Year.
Just as he drifted off he felt Dick's kiss to his forehead, heard one given to Rig, too.
Chapter Sixty
"Okay, Linda. You look like you're healing up good, ma'am. I don't think you'll need to come see me again.” Rig bandaged up the single mom's hand. “Unless you decide to tangle with repairing that washing machine again."
"I'm glad you're back, Doc. The others are okay, but they don't get me like you do."
No.
No, Rig didn't expect so. Linda was an accident waiting to happen and had a fascination with power tools that he could understand and appreciate.
"I'm glad to be back. I was just supposed to do paperwork this week, but I heard you were coming in.” He hugged her and pointed her out. “Stop by and check with Mary Alice, please, but you should be good."
Helen wandered by, just beaming, so happy about being pregnant again it hurt. “Are you supposed to be working? It's not the new year yet, honey."
"Hmm?” He went for innocent. “That wasn't working. That was being friendly and taking out stitches. Is there anything else I need to do?"
"You need to come on home.” Rock stood behind Helen, Dick right there next to his Blue.
"We came to rescue you.” Dick's eyes were twinkling. “You know, from tiring yourself out on your first day."
"I wouldn't do that, would I?” He rolled his eyes, but grinned. “How's the gym?"
"Memberships’ up.” Rock gave Helen a smile, a nod of the head, but he was the focus of that gaze.
"Everyone's getting ready for those new year's resolutions. I was thinking we could do a late lunch—I want something Mexican."
"Oh, yum.” He nodded, stomach growling. “I could handle that. I'm starving."
"You didn't eat
the lunch the kid packed for you?” Rock shook his head and came in. “Did it even make it into your bag?"
"Huh?” He blinked up, a little confused. He made lunches. Usually. Or he had.
Dick just smiled at him. “We'll all have to get used to the new routine, yeah? It was nice having you home all the time."
"You'd get bored having me home all the time. Just let me make sure nobody needs anything..."
Helen laughed, shook her head. “Go. Have. Lunch. Doc."
"Listen to the woman, Rig.” Rock actually took his arm, encouraged him up out of his chair.
He grabbed his paperwork up, let Dick pack up his laptop. “I'll be back in tomorrow, Helen."
"No, Doc. Come back on the third. Take your holiday.” Helen kissed his cheek. “We'll both drink sparkling grape juice."
Rock just beamed at her. “She might need a raise, Rig."
"Might? Pshaw. I definitely need a raise.” Helen went up on tiptoe, kissed Rock's cheek.
"Quit seducing my marines, lady. You got a sailor of your own."
Rock put his arm around Helen and gave Rig a wink. “Sorry, ma'am. Tempting, but wrong equipment."
They all laughed, Rig shrugging his coat on. “Come on, you hooligans. You promised enchiladas."
"You want one of us to drive your car for you?” Dick asked as they made their way out into the chilly day.
"Nah. I'm good.” Things were a little sparkly, but not bad.
"Cool. I'll ride with you.” Dick's arm went around his shoulders.
"Hey.” Rock glowered.
Dick laughed. “Hey, we brought your truck. I get to ride in the little white sportscar."
"We could all go in the car.” Rig's hand was shaking a little—man, it was time to eat.
Rock looked him over and nodded. “Yeah. But I'm driving.” His Blue grabbed the keys from him.
"Hey!” He blinked over. “I'm okay to drive, man."
"Yeah, but I'm the Rocketman, and I'm driving."
Dick took his briefcase and laptop bag, headed over to put them in the trunk of the car. Jesus, they just hovered. All the time.
"You can ride shotgun,” Rock told him, opening the passenger door for him, leaning close to give him a peck.
"Only if you give me a better kiss.” There ought to be a benefit to being hovered over.
A smile bloomed over Rock's face. “Oh, I can do that."
Rock pulled him close, eyes looking into his as their mouths closed together. Oh, fuck him, that was so much better than bitching. Tongue pushing into his mouth, Rock rumbled, hand sliding down to his ass. Heat pressed up against his back, Dick's tongue sliding across the sweet spot on his neck.
"Mmm.” Okay. Okay. Focus. This was work.
Work.
Not necking time.
"Lunch. Queso. Beer.” Right, like Rock'd go for that.
Rock chuckled. “Get in the car. We'll get you something real for lunch."
Dick's fingers slid across his ass as his Pretty climbed into the back seat.
"Mmm. It was good, to be back.” He could feel it, though, feel all these little aches and pains. “I think I need to come work out a few days a week, though. I don't have any stamina."
Dick's fingers slid over his shoulders as he sat back, rubbing as Rock drove. “I bet they were happy to see you."
"They were. Helen's just tickled to be expecting again and the other guys have been sharing my patients.” Not that he had guilt...
Rock glanced over at him. “Well I bet you've taken on your share of their patients for them over time."
"Yeah, but not for six weeks, as a rule.” He stretched a little, toes curling.
"They wouldn't have done it if they didn't think you were worth it,” murmured Dick, fingers digging in a little harder.
"Oh...” Oh, God. That felt so Goddamn good. “Uh ... What?"
"We're here.” Rock pulled into the parking lot of their favorite Mexican restaurant and Dick gave him shoulders one last squeeze.
"Man, that was fast.” He grinned, hopped out. Lord have mercy, he felt like he could eat a zebra.
"Nah, you just fell asleep there for a bit,” Rock deadpanned.
"Bitch.” Naps were healthy. Rock said so all the time.
Rock's arm went around his shoulders. “Calling me names. Cranky. You must be hungry."
"I am. I'm starving half to death."
"Let's get you fed."
Rosa greeted them at the door, all smiles. “Dr. Alex! We haven't seen you in so long."
"Hey, beautiful! I've missed you!” He grabbed her in a hug, kissed her cheek, chuckling as she poked his belly.
"You're skin and bones! Why haven't you been in? I can fix this."
"He needs lots of meat, Rosa."
Dick nodded in agreement with Rock. “Yeah, we need to fatten him up."
"I can. I have a good special today—pollo Mexicano."
"I'm wanting an enchilada, honey. Just one, please."
"Just one? No. No, at least two. Maybe three."
Rock spoke up before he had a chance to reply. “Yeah, get him three, Rosa. And I want the beef carnitas."
Dick didn't bother looking at the menu. “Can I have some tacos, please?"
"Three cervezas, too?” Rosa gathered the menus up.
"No.” Rock shook his head. “A milk and two Cokes."
Oh, now. That was going too far. “You drinking milk, man?"
"Hey—I'm not having a beer."
"I'll take a milk, too—so make it two milks and a Coke,” interrupted Dick.
"Make it three Cokes. Please.” Rig wasn't going to play this game. Not in front of Rosa.
Rock glared at him.
Rosa clucked. “I'll get you water to start with and you can give your drink orders when I come back, yes?"
"Sure, honey. Thanks.” He could feel the fury, climbing up his back.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Rock spoke up. “You need the fucking protein that's in the milk, Rig."
"I'm not a child, Rock. I'm a fucking PA. I know what I need."
"Yeah? Then how come you're not ordering the milk yourself?"
"Because I don't want milk. I'm not five. Okay?"
Rock crossed his arms. “You need the fucking protein."
Okay. Okay, fine. He stood up, nodded. “Order whatever. I'm going to hit the head."
He was going to hit the head, then walk back to the fucking clinic and get Helen to take his ass in. He wasn't a kid, Goddamn it.
Chapter Sixty One
Dick stared at Rig's ass as it disappeared down the hall into the back of the restaurant, and then he turned to glare at Rock.
"Nice one."
"What?"
"He isn't five.” Dick shook his head. “You can't treat him like he is."
"He needs the fucking protein!"
"He's having chicken enchilladas! Give him a break, Rock."
"This shit could come back you know."
"For fuck's sake, Rock, I know that. Rig knows that.” He leaned forward, looking into Rock's fucking stunning blue eyes. Rig needed those eyes to look at him with nothing but want.
"He doesn't want to get sick again either, Rock, but you're not letting him live. Shit, you need to learn to compromise, to let it go now and then. So he doesn't have the milk today—he's not having beer, either, so just let him have the Coke or a ginger ale or something."
Rock rolled his eyes. “Fine. Why don't I go buy him a pack of cigarettes while I'm at it?"
"Fuck off, Rock.” He glared over. “Are you going after him or do I have to?"
"You're the fucking peacemaker."
"And you're the one he's pissed off at.” He'd give Rock a ten count and then he'd kick the big jerk and go find Rig himself.
"Jesus fucking Christ.” Rock's chair scrapped across the floor as he stood.
Dick watched Rock's ass as it disappeared down the hall to the back of the restaurant, and then sat back with a sigh.
He still hated it
when they argued.
* * * *
Rock grumbled to himself all the way to the men's room.
He wanted everything back to normal, God damn it.
And maybe Dick was right, maybe he was still treating Rig like he was fragile. Better that than lose the asshole.
He tried the door, cursing when it proved to be locked. He knocked. “Rig? Let me in."
"Rock, I can piss by myself."
"I fucking know that.” Christ, he wasn't going to fucking talk through the fucking door.
The door unlocked and Rig stepped back. “I'm done. You can have it."
"I came back to talk to you."
"Why?"
He opened his mouth and closed it again. Somehow he didn't think saying ‘because Dick said I should’ was going to go over well. “Because...” He growled. “Because you're pissed off."
"I am. I don't want you hounding my ass. I am not a kid, Goddamn it, stop treating me like one."
He leaned against the doorway, arms across his chest. “I'm not trying to treat you like a kid.” He was being supportive for fuck's sake.
"Then what, Rock? I'm doing what the surgeons said. Mentrier's doesn't happen because of something I did."
"I'm trying, Rig. I'm trying to be fucking supportive."
"I know, but you're pushing too fucking hard, man. I'm not self-destructive. I'm not a kid."
"I should just stick to what I'm good at."
"Yeah.” Rig nodded, grey eyes fastened onto him. “I like what you're good at. You kick my ass when things go too far."
"So. Fucking and ass-kicking. I can do that.” He jerked his head back toward their table. “We should go back. Eat our fucking lunch before anyone keels over from hunger."
"Yeah. Did we order queso for our chips?” Oh, hell yeah. He felt himself relaxing some, just knowing Rig was going to let it go for a bit, just knowing his Rabbit was fucking trying.
"I don't think so, but you know Rosa is going to bring it and salsa for them.” He put his hand in the small of Rig's back, and Rig didn't bristle, relaxing him further.
Dick looked up as they came back to the table, smiling wide when he saw them. “All right. We're going to eat."
"Yeah, it smells good in here.” Rig sat, grabbed a glass of water and drank half of it. “Y'all decide whether we're going partying on New Year's or staying home?"