Depth of Field (Last Chance Book 1)

by Riley Hart

  He clicked on the first picture and…. “It’s me.”

  “No shit. You were expecting someone else?”

  “Smart ass.”

  “I prefer tight ass…sexy ass…or hey, Van, can I fuck your ass?”

  Shane rolled his eyes but laughed, before clicking the arrow to go to the next image. The first ones were the playful, candid shots. From there Shane saw himself on the bed, saw the pillows around him and his body positioned the way Van had told him to move. He looked…shit, he looked good. Natural. Comfortable. “I don’t look like me,” he said softly, even though he knew that was crazy.

  “Yeah, you do. We never see ourselves clearly, Shane. I promise you, that’s exactly what you look like—sexy and confident. Unsure, but so damn hungry for more. Like you’ve seen too much and not enough at the same time. It’s incredible, really.”

  Shane scoffed. “Going a little overboard, don’t you think?” He didn’t know how Van could see that many things in him, but he wanted it. Wanted to be a combination of what Van said.

  “No,” he answered sincerely. “Get to the naked ones. I want to look at the naked ones with you.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Are you saying you wouldn’t want to look at naked images of me?” Van placed his hand on Shane’s thigh. “Aww, I’m crushed.”

  “You’re fishing for a compliment and I’m not going to give you one. Now be quiet if you want me to keep going. You’re distracting me.”

  “You’re stalling.”

  “Whatever,” Shane replied but maybe he was. He clicked a little more quickly through the next few. Saw the progression from Van warming him up, easing him into it.

  And when he got to the first image of his naked body splayed across the bed…a loud laugh jumped out of his mouth. “This is weird. Holy shit, I look like an idiot. I look like I’m trying to seduce you or something.” He sure as shit didn’t feel as though he compared to the other models whose photographs Van has shared with him.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t look like you’re trying to seduce anything. You fucking are seducing me. The camera. Whoever the fuck looks at this and you’re not trying, Shane. You’re just…you. The way you always have been.”

  “I assure you, I haven’t been naked on film before.”

  He glanced at Van and Van rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Keep going, Shane.”

  Shane sighed, but he did. He saw himself lying there, his hand on his hip, his cock, his head in different positions. His body, too, and the more he looked, the more he saw. Fuck, he didn’t know. Something else. Not something that made him want to laugh but…something that just made him feel. He wasn’t the same Shane in those images. He wasn’t the kid who’d been teased or the guy with the mom who always needed him. He wasn’t the town mechanic that everyone liked because he was always there for them. He sure as shit wasn’t the guy who had to drive an hour to Portland every time he wanted to fuck.

  “You see it, don’t you?” Van asked softly from beside him but Shane couldn’t find it in him to reply.

  He flipped through image after image. Saw his hard cock spring up from his pubes and his eyes looking hazy and sexy. Shane held his finger on the mouse, flicked again and again—touching himself, jerking off—and then there he was, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Come on his chest.

  “Christ,” fell softly from his lips.

  “This is my favorite too,” Van told him. “It’s…I don’t know. It’s you. This is what I see when I look at you, Shane.”

  And he wanted that. Shane really fucking wanted it.

  He turned to Van, held the other man’s face in his hands and leaned in. The kiss was slow, easy. Their tongues moved together, and they ate each other’s moans. Shane tried to say thank you with it, because whether Van got it or not, he gave Shane something with this.

  “Do I get some of that pretty dick of yours?” Van asked when Shane let his mouth slide down Van’s neck. “You gotta know I jerked off thinking about those images.”

  Shane nearly lost his damn mind at that. Van’s hand rode up his leg and stopped when it reached the bulge in Shane’s jeans. He bucked his hips, pushing his prick into Van’s palm. “Wish I could have seen that.”

  “I’ll do it for you later. After we fuck. I really want you again.”

  Shane really wanted Van, too.

  He stood, and when Van did the same, Shane flicked open the button on the other man’s jeans. “I’m so goddamn greedy for you.” He pulled the zipper down next, shoved his hand down the back of Van’s jeans, and palmed his bare ass.

  Van pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Shane leaned in, licked his hardened nipples—one, then the other before lifting Van from under his ass. Van’s legs went around his waist as Shane moved toward his room, determined to show Van just how much he wanted him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  They kissed their way down the hall. When Shane rounded the corner into his bedroom, he tripped, stumbled, and then they were laughing and kissing before Shane put him on his feet.

  “That could have been bad,” Shane said between kisses.

  “Never had a doubt.” Van’s fingers wouldn’t work fast enough as he opened Shane’s jeans. Shane rubbed his face against Van’s, the soft scrape of his dark stubble made Van’s dick leak in his jeans.

  Shane turned him inside out. Made him ravenous and the thing was, he didn’t really think Shane saw it. Yeah he knew he was attractive because how could he look in the mirror and not? But Jesus, he didn’t see how addictive he was. How much he had going for him.

  Shane jerked his shirt over his head just as Van got his pants open. They were ripping at their own jeans and stepping out of them, and then Van stumbled again as Shane’s mouth came down hard on his own.

  Van’s back hit the wall, sending a jolt of pleasure though him.

  “Oh, you like that do you?” Shane asked. “I felt you tremble.”

  “Fuck yes.”

  Shane grabbed Van’s hips at that, squeezing hard enough that Van would have marks there. He dropped his head back against the wall, ground his teeth as Shane rasped his tongue over Van’s left nipple.

  Shane’s hands roamed up his sides and lifted Van’s arms until they were above Van’s head. Shane held them there with one hand, leaned in and nuzzled Van’s neck, then armpit, which really fucking got him—doing it and having it done to him.

  Shane licked at him, making a moan rip out of the back of Van’s throat. “Fuck yes. Jesus, I love that.” It was so…masculine. He loved the rawness of it. The primal fucking hunger in it.

  Van spit in his hand and wrapped it around Shane’s dick. He rubbed his thumb in the pre-come at the tip and Shane’s tongue worked its way over his collarbone and back up his neck.

  “You taste good,” Shane said against his skin.

  “I come prepared,” he teased. He’d made sure he was ready for Shane because that was exactly where he’d wanted to end up as quickly as possible.

  “Yeah?” He felt Shane smile into his neck. “Hopeful?”

  “Determined,” Van replied as Shane cupped his ass.

  “I want to eat you out.”

  “I want you to eat me out.” He’d hoped for it. Van winked at Shane who gave him a smile that made his goddamn knees go weak. There was something so fucking genuine about him. So honest.

  Shane kissed him—his lips, his cheek, his neck, then kept going lower. He licked and sucked and kissed his way down Van’s body. Each rasp of his tongue or press of his lips made Van’s head spin. Made his dick leak.

  Shane went down to his knees and sucked the head of Van’s dick and was rewarded when Van hissed, “Holy fuck, that mouth of yours about kills me.”

  “Don’t let it do that,” Shane replied. “Turn around.”

  Van did, putting his arms on the wall, leaned toward it, and arched his back with his ass out; ready and waiting for Shane’s tongue.

  Shane bit one cheek then t
he other. Van’s eyes rolled back and he pushed his ass out more because he really wanted Shane’s face in it.

  He groaned when Shane ran his tongue down his crease, top to bottom. “Tease.”

  “So?”

  “I hate you,” Van replied jokingly.

  “I guess I should stop then.” Shane’s breath was a brush stroke across his skin.

  “I’ll fucking kill you if you do.”

  “Such violence.” Shane licked him again, his hot tongue making Van’s knees buckle. “How ’bout you hold it open for me? Lemme see your hole.”

  Van had to close his eyes, concentrate real fucking hard so he didn’t blow his load all over the wall right then and there. You’d think no one had ever talked dirty to him before. “If you insist,” he teased before using his hands to spread his ass cheeks.

  “Fuck,” Shane groaned behind him. “You’re the one who should be on camera. So fucking gorgeous, holding yourself open like that. Such a sexy, pink hole.”

  “We could, ya know? I could set the camera up…get us together. Record us too, if you wanted.” He looked over his shoulder as Shane’s eyes darted up to look at him.

  “You’ve done that before?”

  “No.” But he’d do it with Shane. “It’s okay to want it though.” And something told him Shane did. That even though it surprised him some, he liked the idea of being on camera. Of seeing himself naked and on display while he fucked. “We’d be real beautiful together, Shane.”

  And they would.

  Shane didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on Van as he leaned in and rubbed the tip of his tongue against Van’s eager hole…and he was eager too.

  “Sweet Jesus.” Van spread himself wider, gave Shane better access to devour him. Shane did too. His tongue ran over and over against Van’s pucker. Van’s legs shook. His insides trembled. He felt like a shaken-up soda can ready to explode, from each precise swipe of Shane’s tongue.

  “I knew you’d taste good,” Shane said, mouth still in Van’s crease. He pushed his finger in then, making Van cry out. Shane just kept going, though—finger fucking and licking at Van like his goddamned life depended on it.

  It just might be the death of Van.

  He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue, pushing as deep as he could. Van’s right hand slid off his ass, as he pushed back, trying to ride Shane’s face, feel Shane’s scruff rub his tender crack as he just kept working Van with his tongue.

  “Jesus, my dick is leaking all over the place.” He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it a few times.

  “Me too. I need to get inside you.”

  They were close enough to the bedside table that Shane could reach over, and pull a condom and the lube out. He pushed to his feet, ripped the package open, and slid the latex over himself.

  “You want me to stay right here?” Van asked, shaking his ass a little. He loved to fuck standing up.

  “Yeah.” Shane rubbed lube onto his erection, then held the base and rubbed it down Van’s crack.

  There was a low rumble of excitement in Van that built stronger, louder with each touch. He thought he would burst out of his fucking skin if Shane didn’t get inside him soon.

  As though he read Van’s mind, Shane stopped teasing and pushed past the ring of muscles, slid in deep and hard and when he bottomed out, they both let out a heavy breath in unison.

  “This is gonna be quick,” Shane said into his neck.

  “For me too.”

  Shane pulled out to the head of his cock, then thrust forward again. Each pump of his hips made Shane’s dick hit his prostate with the perfect precision. Van felt like his muscles were melting. Like his fucking brain was turning to mush.

  Shane’s arms circled his waist. He pushed Van’s hand away before wrapping his own around Van’s cock. He fucked hard, squeezing tight as he stroked.

  “My nuts are aching. So damn ready to let loose.” Shane sped his movements, his body slapping against Van’s.

  “Fuck. Me too,” Van replied, his balls drawing up tight. And when Shane’s teeth bit down into Van’s neck, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. The low rumble exploded into a full-fledged riot setting off inside him. Shane stroked him, the first spurt shooting out of him and hitting the wall, some running down Shane’s fingers as he kept jerking, kept fucking. It hit him again when Shane rammed into his prostate just right. “Oh fuck,” he called out as he shot again.

  It was like the orgasm sucked everything out of him and he went limp, held up by Shane’s arms as he thrust again and again before shouting, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  His dick grew inside Van, filled him more, as Shane rode out his orgasm, with long, slow thrusts.

  “Jesus, we’re good together,” Van said between heavy breaths.

  It took a moment before Shane replied, “Yeah, we are.”

  *

  Shane ran his hand over the top of the water in his hot tub. Van sat beside him, leaning back with his eyes closed.

  After they’d come down from their orgasm earlier, they’d gone out there to relax and they’d been there ever since.

  Van didn’t seem to have much on his mind as he rested with jets beating against his back, but Shane did. He couldn’t stop watching Van, thinking about him. And he was worried as fuck.

  Worried because he was really starting to like another man. Which had never been an issue with him before.

  Van was…different. Shane felt different with Van.

  “I think I could get used to this,” Van said pulling Shane from his thoughts.

  “Used to what?” he asked.

  “The quiet. The peace. I didn’t see it when I was growing up. Probably because inside I was always such a fucking mess that I never truly knew peace. I always knew Last Chance was beautiful, but I resented it. I don’t resent that beauty anymore. Why carry that shit with me, ya know?”

  Shane looked around. He could see where the trees lined the back of his property, but only because it was darker there, more shadowed. Night had fallen hours before. Crickets sang, the wind blew, the only lights were the ones on his deck. “I really do love it.”

  Van opened his eyes and rolled his head to the side so he looked at Shane. “I know you do. That’s real special, Shane. To hold onto that love of a place.”

  He shrugged because he wasn’t sure how special it was. “Maybe you’ll come back to visit more often?” He cocked a brow. He’d always wondered about that—why Caleb never tried to get a hold of him after his parents took him away, but he guessed the world went by so fast everywhere but Last Chance, that it was easy to forget. Van had done it. Would he do it again?

  “Maybe I’ll have a reason to.” Van winked and then turned his head again. He didn’t close his eyes, just looked up at the stars. “I really hoped for a relationship with her. It’s crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking…why I would want that, but I do.”

  “It’s not crazy. It’s human.” Shane reached over and fingered one of Van’s curls.

  “It’s human to want the love of someone who let you get hurt?”

  “I don’t know…maybe? I’m not good at this, Van, but I think it’s normal to want to find a reason for things. To need an excuse for why they happened. To want to believe the best in people—at least it’s that way for me. She’s your mother.”

  “You’re very good at this…and Jesus, you have a big fucking heart.”

  Shane put his arm around Van, and he rested his head on Shane’s shoulder. “It’s like she doesn’t see it. She just says he wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes but it was because he wanted what was best for me. He’d grown up the same way, yada fucking yada. That’s all I can get out of her. Then she shuts down, tells me it’s in the past and then proceeds to try and make me feel like shit about my life.”

  “You have nothing to feel like shit about.”

  “I know. Just trying to make sense of the reason she called me here. For money or the bank? She had to know I wouldn’t want it. Because of that f
ucking letter? What’s the point? He’s gone. She won’t let me help her look for a new place. She told me she’s not sure if she can accept me for who I am.”

  Which pissed Shane the fuck off. How could anyone not accept Van?

  “You deserve better than that.” He deserved everything. “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say. I wish I could make her see what I see when I look at you. It’s hard loving someone who’s hurt you. I get it.” Because Shane felt like that sometimes, only his was twisted with guilt because his mom had never tried to hurt him. She couldn’t help it. Pain didn’t always understand intent though.

  Speaking of his mom, Shane reached over and looked at his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed a call or text from her.

  Van spun away from him then. Shane thought he was going to move away but instead he straddled Shane’s lap. Shane cupped Van’s ass and wrinkled his nose at the intense eyes Van looked at him with.

  “You take your phone everywhere with you. To whatever room you’re in, wherever you go,” he said.

  “What if she needs me?”

  “Who do you go to when you need someone?” Van countered and Shane shook his head.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You can’t always be.”

  “I have to be. You know that too. When you grow up a certain way, when you live a certain way, you have to make sure you’re okay because you’re the only one who’s going to do it.”

  “Yeah,” Van replied. “I know.”

  He knew because he’d done it too. He left to make sure he was okay.

  “But damn it’s good to have someone there who’s always got your back. I’ll have your back, Shane.”

  His throat suddenly felt parched. His pulse tried to beat its way out of his skin. He knew Van meant it, but he also knew it wasn’t permanent. Van being there at all wasn’t. But for now, they could pretend.

  “Come ’ere.” Shane tangled his hand in Van’s curls and tugged him closer. He gave Van his mouth, let him lead the way as they slowly kissed each other.

  Van’s arms went around Shane’s shoulders, and Shane’s dick got hard. Van’s was too. He felt the hard length against his stomach, but it wasn’t about sex.