by Riley Hart
As they made their way across the deck, Van spoke. “We don’t have to play a game for you to get me naked.” It was the truth. He wasn’t sure if the night before was a one off but he wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. “But if you want to play a game, we can try naked Twister.”
Shane didn’t stop at the table where they’d been before, just kept moving until he got to the sliding glass door, which he opened.
“I don’t play games,” Shane said when they got inside. He turned, took the blown glass out of Van’s hands, and set it on the counter. “If I want to fuck, I fuck.”
Van’s cock began to plump under his fly. “Yeah…me too. I guess the only question is, do you want to fuck me?”
“So…what?” Shane stepped closer, ran his fingers across Van’s neck, holding the side of his face. “Have a little fun until you leave? I don’t get that opportunity very often in Last Chance. And by not very often, I mean never.”
Shit. He hadn’t thought about that. It wasn’t as though there were a lot of options there for Shane. It made Van bleed a little more for him, wonder if he felt tied down to this town, this place. Wonder if he legitimately wanted to get out. But he also knew Shane wouldn’t want to hear that. It was funny how well Van felt like he knew the other man. “Does that mean you only want to fuck me because I’m the first piece of ass you’ve found local?”
“Did I say I wanted to fuck you? I don’t remember saying that yet.” He grinned and Van found himself doing the same. When Shane’s thumb brushed his bottom lip, Van licked it and felt Shane shudder. “Oh yeah, you wanna shot at me.”
“Cocky,” Shane replied, but then added, “And no…I want to fuck you because you’re sexy as hell.” Shane’s mouth crashed down on his. His tongue immediately delved in and Van opened up for him, sucked on it before Shane explored his mouth again.
They were all hands and lips and bodies as they pushed at each other, running their hands up and down one another’s backs and asses.
Shane turned their bodies and walked backward, as Van followed. Their mouths were still fused. Shane’s fingers worked the button and zipper on Van’s pants before he shoved his hand inside.
“Oh fuck. Jesus, you’re hard for me,” he said.
“Been hard for you since last night,” Van admitted. He could hardly take in a breath before Shane’s lips came down hard on his again.
They kissed and stumbled down the hallway. When they turned into what he assumed was Shane’s room, Shane pulled back as he jerked Van’s shirt over his head. “You top or bottom?” he asked.
“Vers.” Van shoved his hands under Shane’s shirt, feeling all that hot skin and firm muscle, and pushed the fabric up. “But I lean toward bottoming. I’d love to take your dick.”
Shane shuddered against him. “I think we can work something out,” he replied playfully, which was exactly what Van wanted to hear.
They became hands and lips again, kissing and touching and making their way toward the bed. Shane pushed Van onto it before falling down to his knees between Van’s legs.
“Feels strange to have someone in my bed,” Shane said.
Jesus, it really wasn’t fair—the hand Shane had been dealt.
“You have someone here now,” Van replied, then lifted his hips for Shane to pull his pants off, which he did. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to fuck you. Commando?”
“Never liked underwear. Too damn tight and constricting. Only wear them sometimes.”
“Easy access.” Shane nudged Van’s balls with his nose. “I love the smell of a man,” he said before teasing Van’s sac with his tongue.
“Yeah,” Van replied, his eyes damn near rolling back in his head. “Me too.”
Shane licked him slowly, laved his nuts, before running his tongue up Van’s cock. “I love dick too. Could spend hours just touching, fucking, and tasting.”
A tremble ran the length of Van’s body. It felt…strangely right, being there with Shane like that. Not just because it was fucking, and fucking was always pretty damn good in his experience, but because it was Shane. “I’ll fuck, touch, and taste you as much as you want while I’m here.”
Shane looked up at Van then, his face between Van’s legs, his balls at his lips and something shifted in his expression, like a switch had been flipped and Van wasn’t sure it was a good one. Because he’d reminded Shane he was there temporarily? Not that he thought Shane wanted Van to stay, but maybe because Van had the luxury of being able to leave?
But then, as though Shane realized what he was doing, he just leaned in, lapped at Van’s sac again before he stood up. He reached for his own button on his jeans, but Van said, “No, no,” before sitting up. “I want to unwrap the package.” So he did; first, he just unbuttoned Shane’s jeans before licking his skin where it met his jeans. “I’d take a photograph like this of you…just a tease. You’re fucking gorgeous and it would make people lose their minds, Shane.”
That wasn’t an option, he understood that, but he also wanted Shane to know how sexy he was. He also liked talking to him that way, telling Shane what he really fucking wished he could do. Sleeping with his models wasn’t a line Van had ever crossed. Photographing men he was seeing wasn’t really something he did either, but fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about it with Shane. He’d never wanted someone in both aspects of his life before, wanted them to be his art and in his bed at the same time.
“Oh yeah?” Shane asked before fisting his hand in Van’s hair.
“Yeah.” He opened the zipper, then stuck his hands in the back of Shane’s jeans and pushed them down, halfway, so they were in the middle of his ass. “Like this too. I’d take a picture of your ass. It would be a whole series of teases before getting to the real thing.”
He moved his hands again, pushed Shane’s jeans and underwear down until he got mid-thigh. “And there is the reward.” His dick was fucking beautiful—so damn thick and full of veins that Van wanted to lick.
“Open your mouth,” Shane told him and Van did. He grabbed the base of his cock before tracing Van’s lips. He felt the pre-come there, painting him like lipstick, before he pushed his dick inside. “Could we take a photograph like this?” Shane asked. “Set it up so I could look back on it and see how hot my prick looks between your lips?”
Van’s dick jerked against his stomach, as heat shot the length of his body. Still holding the base of his erection, Shane pulled it out so Van could say, “Fuck yes,” before Shane guided it in again.
Jesus, the man got him amped up.
Shane didn’t let Van suck him long before he stepped back, his dick red and fucking hard and slick with Van’s spit.
“I need your ass.”
“Then get naked and come here.” He leaned back and waited for Shane to do just that.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shane’s body was overheating. His pulse thumped beneath his skin. Christ, he was fucking hungry for the other man, hungry to slide his dick between Van’s ass cheeks and revel in all that heat around him. He wanted to just let go—fuck and feel free in ways he wasn’t often able to do. Wanted to step outside his world, and pretend it was something different.
“What are you waiting for?” Van asked him, his brows pulled together.
“Nothing,” Shane replied. He finished removing his jeans and then grabbed his lube from the drawer. There was an unopened box of condoms inside, which he tore into before plucking one out. “Get on your hands and knees for me,” he told Van, who did it. His sexy, tight ass was there and waiting for Shane. He climbed on the bed, leaned forward, and licked it. Wanted to push his face in it and eat at Van’s hole until he lost his damn mind.
He wanted to make the other man come harder than he ever had before. Wanted to prove that even though he stayed in the tiny town, on the same goddamned property he’d grown up on, that he was experienced and knew what he was doing. That he could make Van scream, could make him come in a hundred different ways.
On his knees behind Van, he rubbed Van’s pucker with his thumb and watched him tremble. “Nothing like a tight, little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out, taking my dick.”
Van looked over his shoulder with a cocky, grin on his face. “Then give it to me.”
Shane’s fingers shook, so much pent-up energy racing through his body, as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his erection. He opened the lube with a snap, squirted some on his hand and rubbed his prick, before adding more to Van’s hole. He pushed the tip of his finger inside, just to play with him, as he rubbed his other hand over Van’s ass.
Christ, he still couldn’t believe he had the man in his bed.
“Give it to me, Shane.”
Hearing Van say his name almost pulled him out of it, but just as quickly as it happened, his need took over again. Not just his need, but the fact that there was not one thing about Van that reminded him of the boy he’d been. Neither of them were the same.
“Ask me again,” he said.
“Give it to me, please. Make me see stars—no, fuck that. Make me see all those damn colors you use when you’re blowing glass.”
Well…when he put it like that.
Shane grabbed the base of his cock and pushed at Van’s opening. He eased his way slowly inside, giving the other man’s body time to adjust…driving them both fucking wild at the same time.
“Christ, you’re tight.”
“Awww, you say the nicest things,” Van replied playfully.
“Or maybe it’s really that my dick is so fucking big,” Shane tossed back with a chuckle.
“Get your big dick in my tight ass.”
“Bossy motherfucker.”
“Yes, I am. And needy.”
They laughed and when they did, Shane felt Van’s asshole tighten around him. It was all he could do not to shove himself inside with one thrust. Instead, he grabbed onto Van’s hips, letting his fingers press hard into his hip bones and slowly worked his way in…tighter and tighter, until he was balls deep.
And then…then he fucking gave it to him.
Shane pulled out and then pushed again, pistoned his hips in sharp, hard, thrusts. His vision went blurry, Van’s hole felt so damn good.
The bed shook, banged into the wall and Shane found himself hoping it would put a dent in it, that the evidence of having Van in his bed would always be there for him to see.
A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and landed in the arch of Van’s back. He wondered what it would look like to photograph them now—even if it was only that small pearl of sweat in the crease of someone’s back. It made him want more of himself on Van. He wanted their bodies slick together with sweat and come so he leaned forward, fucked harder, felt Van’s body against his as he slammed into him over and over and over.
“Fuck yes…give it to me, Shane.”
There it was again…his name on Van’s lips. Funny how that one thing suddenly got to him so much.
Shane wrapped his arms around Van, pulled him up so he kneeled too. They were positioned with Shane’s torso to Van’s back, one of Shane’s arms around his stomach and the other hand, easing slowly up toward Van’s neck.
He teased him there, rubbed it as he thrust, fucked him deep, heard their bodies slap against each other.
“You can do it. Please fucking do it…” Van said and a thrill of pleasure shot the length of him. Shane wrapped his hand around Van’s throat. Not too tight, but enough pressure so Van could feel him. He held Van against him tightly, licked the edge of his ear, and tasted salty sweat there as he continued to take him from behind.
“Christ, your fucking ass. So goddamn good. I’m going to keep my cock in your hole until you go.”
Because he would be going…and Shane would be staying…that was their lives.
He eased his hold on Van’s throat before letting go completely. Van turned his head so Shane could take his mouth as they continued to move together.
He pushed his tongue into Van’s mouth, fucked him with it as he took Van’s ass at the same time. Each thrust of his hips made the slow build of energy in his body increase more and more.
When Van pulled away, Shane licked his neck, sucked the skin into his mouth—salty and so damn heady it went straight to his head.
“Spit on my hand,” he told Van, who did before Shane wrapped his hand around Van’s dick. It was so damn hot and hard, and Shane tightened his hold to jerk him off. “My balls are so goddamn full. Gonna blow my load any second,” he said before biting at Van’s neck.
Van’s body tensed up against him then, just as hot, thick come slipped between his fingers, making it even easier to stroke him…which Shane continued to do. “Oh fuck,” Van groaned out before he shot again. His ass tightened and that was all Shane needed, that damn electricity inside him short-circuited and his balls let loose, as he spilled into the condom.
His sight clouded over as he rode out the orgasm, still playing with come and cock as he did.
When he thought he was going to die of what was likely the orgasm of his life, Shane pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ. As long as you’re here, we’re definitely going to keep doing that.”
“You think so, huh?” Van kneeled beside him. “Are you going to give me some ass too?” he asked.
“If you’re good.” Shane pulled the condom off and tossed it. The room smelled like sweat and sex and he inhaled, wanting to take it in.
“Who wants to be good?” Van finally replied and Shane realized he didn’t. Or maybe good wasn’t the word…he just didn’t want to be the same. He wanted to be different, he wanted to know what it was like, to pretend he was someone else…and Van gave it to him.
*
Shane couldn’t sleep.
After they’d had sex, Van had passed out. Shane hit the lights but continued to lie there, thinking. He couldn’t get the man beside him out of his head. It was a mixture of different elements for him. Part of it was the fact that he liked Van…enjoyed his company. Felt a connection to him, maybe because both of their pasts were hard and because they both had responsibilities to their families…or maybe it was just that they were both gay men who were attracted to each other. Inside, he knew it was more than that.
The other part of it wasn’t quite as specific to Van himself, but the fact that he represented a life Shane had never been allowed to have. One that he was curious about.
One he wanted to experience.
Van moaned and rolled away from him. He lay on his stomach with one leg bent. His ass was right there and Shane wanted it again. Wanted to rub his face against Van’s hairy thighs, spread his cheeks, and touch and play with his hole. He wanted to taste his dick and swallow his come from the source.
He wanted to see Van paint too…wanted to witness it. Wanted to know what his life was like. What made him tick?
And at those thoughts, he eased out of the bed, grabbed his phone, and slipped into his bathroom where he turned the water on for a shower.
It was late—the middle of the night. He wasn’t sure the exact time. If his mother woke up she would see another car parked there overnight for the first time in his life. How fucking sad was that?
Why didn’t he at least try to meet someone? Date long distance? Spend more time in Portland other than just going there to fuck or monthly appointments for his mom?
He realized then that he’d envied Maxwell growing up…and a part of him still envied Van. It was a different sort of envy, but it was there all the same.
Shane stepped under the spray of the shower and washed up. He didn’t linger. He’d only come in because he couldn’t sleep but the longer he was there, he saw he wanted back in the bed.
He washed his hair and body and stepped out.
Shane wiped the fog from the mirror and looked at himself as he dried off.
I’d take a photograph like this of you…just a tease. You’re fucking gorgeous and it would make people lose their minds, Shane.
> Shane’s dick perked up slightly.
Goose bumps pebbled across his skin.
He thought about Van’s words. The way the other man looked at him.
About Van telling him each and every way he would have posed him for photographs when they were on the deck.
His pulse sped up. His skin got hot….
He wanted that. Christ, Shane really fucking wanted it. Wanted tonight to be about more than the small-town mechanic who played around with art in secret and took care of his mom.
Shane grabbed a navy blue towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the bathroom door, the light shone into the bedroom and right on Van…. Van who was awake, lying on his back and looking at Shane.
“Do you have regrets?” he asked sincerely. “I know our past is—”
“No,” Shane cut him off.
“Good. I didn’t think so…but I wanted to make sure. I don’t want to fuck up with you. Not again.”
Those words twisted up Shane’s insides more than he thought they would. Christ, Van really was a good man. “Did you mean it?” Shane asked.
“That I don’t want to fuck up?”
“No.” Shane shook his head. “That you’d like to photograph me.”
Van’s eyes practically glowed. He sat up in the bed, and looked hard, deep at Shane. “Yes. And I want you to know this isn’t something I do. I don’t typically blur the lines, but yes, I’d love to take photos of you. You’re fucking beautiful, Shane.”
He smiled. It wasn’t something he heard often—that he was beautiful. Men he met and fucked told him he was hot, or sexy or had a big dick. But they didn’t tell him he was beautiful. Not the way Van just did. “I’d like that.”
Van stood, grabbed his pants and pulled them on. “My camera is in the car. We’ll do it right now.”
And then he walked out of the room, turning the light on as he went, and leaving Shane to wait anxiously.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Should he take off his towel? Not take off his towel? Lie on the bed? Continue to stand there like a fucking idiot? Shane settled on the last option.