by BA Tortuga
Michael laughed. “Yeah, she was steamed, but siblings make up, right girls?”
Mickey’s little head just bobbed. “Always. You got to. Because sisters are forever. Like forever and always.”
Michael could feel Chloe’s smile against his chest. He had to blink pretty hard a few times. Their bond never ceased to amaze him, and he hoped they never, ever lost it. They would grow and change, but they would need each other in the tough old world out there.
One day, as much as he hated to admit it, they wouldn’t have him anymore, and he needed them to be together. As one.
He stroked Chloe’s hair, and she patted his chest as if she could hear what he was thinking. She was ever sensitive to his mood, bless her. Mickey just leaned on him, humming, seemingly as content with the situation as he and Simon had been.
“Where do you live, Mr. Simon?” Mickey asked. “Are you in Colorado or did you come visiting from far away?”
“I live in California right now. In Los Angeles. I’m on the road a lot, though.”
“Is that why you were so tired?” Chloe asked.
“It was. I think your Dad might be convincing me to figure out how to get more rest.”
“Oh good. Naps. Start with naps. Then, don’t read in bed too long.”
Mickey chuckled softly. “Don’t watch scary movies when you know better.”
“Warm milk.”
“Puppies to snuggle with.”
“Count penguins.”
“Maybe a small nightlight.”
Michael started chuckling as the suggestions flew from the girls so fast he couldn’t keep track. His little fixers.
Simon held up his hands, laughing. “I can’t even take notes. I could on my phone, I guess, huh?”
“We’ll help you sleep. Daddy taught us a ton.” Mickey met Michael’s eyes. Wicked girl.
He chuckled. “I think he’ll figure it out, ladies. But you’re so sweet to help so much.”
Lord have mercy, he was not going to survive these girls. No way on earth.
Simon just gave him a glinting grin, and he had to laugh some more. That was the way to deal with life, anyway. Roll with it.
If he wasn’t flexible, he’d have cracked and broke years ago, so thank God he could bend.
“All right, girls. Let’s take Haley out one more time and then get ready to go up for supper, huh?”
Simon rose and stretched. “Can I help with anything?”
Wanna dress me? “Want to walk with us?”
“I do. Am I dressed for dinner?” Simon looked down at himself.
“You look very nice,” Chloe said.
“Then I’ll totally hang out and help walk Haley.”
“I’ll grab the leash.” Mickey popped up like a jack-in-the-box and headed into the house.
“I’m going to put Fred on the bed and go to the bathroom.” Chloe slid out of his lap and wandered back in.
“If we all had that energy, right?” Michael thought he sounded like his mom sometimes.
“Yeah.” Simon came to touch his cheek, like he couldn’t not, now that the kids were gone. “You need to save yours for tonight.”
“I can do that.” Hell, he hadn’t looked forward to something so much in eons. “I need it. You.”
That last bit came out in a whisper.
“I know it. I need you too, honey. So bad.” Simon’s gray eyes darkened, storms gathering there.
Michael loved that, because how often did that happen? How often did a rock star crash into your truck and end up in your bed? Not very often. So he was gonna take it and run for as long as it lasted.
Or let Simon take him. The idea had him catching his breath.
“God, when you look at me like that…”
“I want—”
“Daddy! We’re ready!” Chloe crashed into him with a wild hug.
Right. Ready.
Walking the dog. Haley burst out of the cabin on the end of her leash, Mickey holding it tight. “Haley’s ready too!”
“Well, boom! Let’s head out. I’m so proud of you girls, taking care of her so well.”
“She’s Haley.” Every so often Mickey looked at him like he was an idiot.
Simon chuckled, and he mock-glared at the man. “Don’t encourage them.”
“Not sorry,” Simon murmured.
“Uh-huh.” Michael laughed, though, as they started their walk. This whole thing was like a moment pulled out of time. He hoped he could stay awhile.
Chapter 9
They made it through walking the dog. Supper. His parents. They put the girls to bed after Simon stopped by his cabin to grab his overnight bag.
Now he and Michael stood in the locked bedroom of Michael’s cabin, staring at each other over about four feet of distance.
Simon had never felt so nervous about a seduction.
Michael was so gentle, so innocent in a wild sort of way.
“At least this time we have a bed, not a van.” Michael’s voice was filled with a wry humor.
“We do.” They grinned at each other, and suddenly it was easier to get his feet moving and meet Michael halfway. They were older now. This wasn’t spontaneous, but it had as much potential.
And they both had clear vision this time. The last time they came together, Rhi was the center of everything. Now it was just them.
Simon reached out, touching Michael’s cheek once he was close enough. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please.” Michael’s eyes were fastened to his, and he could feel how Michael ached for it. “Please, Simon.”
Simon slipped even closer, until their chests bumped, then leaned in to press his lips to Michael’s. He paused, but this time no one stopped them, so he pushed into the kiss, wanting to taste.
Michael’s lips tasted like the best coffee and a hint of peppermint, proving that he’d brushed his teeth after their supper of pizza.
Simon moaned, his immediate heat and need almost a surprise. Almost, because he’d dreamed of Michael for years.
He’d admit his dreams had almost always had Rhiannon there, watching, encouraging. He’d loved that shyness, the need. She’d been a wild child, happy to tell them what she wanted, and Michael had been the one to hang back and let them love him.
He wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck, deepening the kiss, pushing those memories back. This was here and now.
This was special. Something he could give Michael, something just theirs.
Michael was more than willing, opening up to him with a low cry. The kiss went deep then, their tongues tangling, Michael beginning to rock against him, hips rolling.
He did appreciate a man with a nice bit of rope, and Michael had that to offer, in spades. Simon pressed his thigh between Michael’s legs, giving him a little friction, and Michael grunted, doing an adorable little dance to keep them upright.
Michael held his hips, both of them searching for that perfect rhythm. “Feels so good, Simon,” Michael panted.
“Hell yes. It will feel even better naked and horizontal.” He was pushing, and he knew it, but even with the door locked, there were two little girls and a dog who might have an emergency at any moment.
“Naked sounds amazing.” Michael tugged hard at his shirt, the seams complaining at his eager pulls.
“Mmm-hmm.” That was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Or heard, frankly, when one button plinked on the floor. “You too.”
“In a minute.” Michael knelt to help Simon take off his shoes, then struggled to get his pants open.
Part of him wanted to help, but a bigger part loved the sight of Michael needing him, loving on him. He stroked Michael’s golden hair, admiring the way it curled around his fingers.
“It’s getting a little long.” Michael’s cheek brushed his cock as he slid the boxer briefs away.
“It’s gorgeous.” He skipped the quip about how yes, his cock was growing. Later, if they had that much time, they could laugh during sex. Right now, he wanted to focus on Michael.
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“You are.” Michael stood, rubbing up along him the entire way, and it was wickedly erotic, being naked against Michael’s clothes.
He moaned, his body swaying, and Michael backed him toward the bed. “Sit, Simon. I want to touch you so bad.”
“You’re still dressed,” he whimpered, but Michael was relentless, easing him down on the bed.
“Soon.” Michael smoothed both hands over his chest and belly. “I need to see. Feel. You’re still lovely.”
Michael cupped his balls, rolled them gently in their sac. The guitar-and-ranch callused fingers felt so good on his body.
His toes curled, and Simon sang a little, stretching out long. “Whew! Man.”
“Yes.” That was a very satisfied sound, a warm word filled with all this need.
“That’s intense, Michael.” His cock quivered, the rush of blood fast and a little surprising.
“Yeah?” Michael dragged his tongue up along Simon’s cock.
“Uh… Uh-huh. I can’t cope.” He could, but he was restless, his hips shifting, his skin too tight.
“You’re doing fine.” Michael followed that same line on his cock again.
“I’m… I thought you hadn’t done this a lot,” he muttered. He was losing it already.
“Not since you.”
“That was a long time.” He couldn’t imagine.
“Eight years, eleven months.”
He blinked, then reached down to stroke Michael’s skin, his cheekbones high, his jaw strong and square. “Well, you’re driving me nuts.”
“I hope so.” Michael stood and began to strip, baring a strong, compact body, one build from years of just good old-fashioned work. No Jared the personal trainer for him.
Simon watched, his hands clenching and unclenching, trying to memorize every detail so he could then touch it all in turn. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, meaning it with everything in him.
“That’s high praise coming from a rock star.” Michael beamed at him. “Thank you.”
“You work hard. It shows.” He crooked a finger. “Get over here, honey. My turn to explore.”
When Michael climbed on the bed, Simon sat up, starting with those thick calves and sliding his hands along them to Michael’s thighs. Michael spread for him, the move tentative and worried, but definitely a move.
“Shh. I got you, baby. We’ll take our time, huh?” He wasn’t gonna let Michael slide into self-consciousness. He stroked Michael’s inner thighs, then moved on to his flat belly and ribs. “You smell so good here, like soap and man and spice.”
He loved how he could feel Michael blush against his cheek.
Michael petted his hair, so gentle, as if afraid Simon would break. He guessed he’d made it seem like he was fragile, what with the wreck.
Silly man. He threw himself around a stage, did wild shit in videos. He was a little bruised, but he could take a lot.
And for Michael, he would be wild if he needed to be. He bent to lick a trail up Michael’s belly, that hard cock nudging his chin.
Michael was broader than he had been, muscles thicker, the body that of a full-grown man rather than one that was still finding his final shape and size. He loved the planes of Michael’s hipbones, the way his ribs flowed up into that broad chest, fuzzy with curly blond hair. His nipples were pale, pale pink, tiny and hard, and he nuzzled them, one at a time, making them tighter.
“Nipples are so weird, huh? I love them.” Simon licked the other one.
Michael’s laugh was sharp, surprised, and Simon was glad to hear it. That eased the tension, reminded Michael that sex was supposed to be fun.
Simon worked his way up to gnaw gently on Michael’s neck, his hands heading back south.
Michael gasped, sighing for him. “Oh. Oh, that’s a good spot.”
“Mm-hmm…” Lovely. Those were the sounds he wanted to hear. He licked and sucked a little, not enough to leave a hickey, but enough to make Michael squirm.
Michael began to touch him back, the calluses smooth on his fingertips, rough on his palms, and that sensation made his eyes cross as Michael’s hands dragged down his arms.
Shivering, Simon wandered all the way up to Michael’s mouth, then pushed right into a kiss, working until Michael let him in to taste. Such an amazing man.
Michael wrapped one hand around his nape, keeping him close, deepening their connection. They didn’t fight for control, they just kissed deep, both of them moaning and rubbing up on each other. That was so fine.
He rocked against Michael’s body, his cock sliding on the inside of Michael’s thigh, while Michael’s heavy prick rubbed all along his belly. They were both leaking, both so hot, and Simon couldn’t resist moving a little sideways and down, so they slipped together.
“Oh…” Michael was the one that grabbed them both, thumb brushing over their tips.
“Michael.” He arched back, getting more friction as that pushed him against Michael. “That’s good, baby. Just like that. Touch us. Makes me feel so good.”
“You’re like a fire, like a flame against me.” Sweet poet of a man.
“Let’s burn then, huh?” He licked his way back to Michael’s mouth, not sure what kind of noise would come out next. Then he wrapped his hand over Michael’s and got moving faster.
They drove into each other, a soft song muffled in between their lips. They were cooking with gas now, on fire for each other. He couldn’t get enough of Michael’s skin, of the minty and musky taste of him.
“Close,” Michael whispered. “Soon.”
Yeah, soon, and then they could go for round two.
“Come on, baby. I’ve got you right here in my hand. Want to feel it when you come. Want to shoot all over you.” He said it softly, but he loved a little dirty talk to rev the engine up. Not that he really needed help with that right now.
“Simon!” The sweet shock made him smile, almost as much as the wet heat of Michael’s spunk on his fingers made him moan.
He shot hard, his teeth all but rattling, his come spattering Michael from chest to navel and more. Yeah. That was the ticket, and for a moment he couldn’t get enough air to talk.
Which was a feat. He had great breath control.
“Oh, damn,” he finally managed. “Good. Michael.”
“Uhn.” Sounded like Michael was right there with him, free hand heavy on his back.
Chuckling, he lowered himself down, kissing Michael’s chest, then turning so he could put his cheek there, listening to Michael’s heart thunder. “Now, that was a good start.”
“A damn good start, huh?” Michael managed a low chuckle. “You’re a demon.”
“Me? Are you sure?” Simon waggled his eyebrows at his lover.
“Yes, but I happen to like that.”
He kissed Michael much more gently this time, their breathing evening out. Michael smelled so good. Sandalwood and musk and all man.
“Needed you like all get-out. Thank you.” Michael cupped his cheek. “You’re something else.”
“So are you.” He rubbed his cheek against that rough hand, eyes closing. “Seriously, though, don’t stop now.”
“What do you want?” Michael’s hand traced a long line down his back, cupped his ass, and then rubbed back up along his spine.
“Everything,” he said, opening his eyes back up to stare at Michael. “We can explore for a bit.” He touched in return, his hands splayed on Michael’s chest.
“Exploring is a blessing. I feel like I’m fixin’ to shake apart, just from this.”
“You make me a little crazy.” His cock was making itself known again, and he loved that. How long had it been since he went for a two-fer?
Hell, how long had it been since he really cared about the person he was with?
How long had it been since someone had cared about him for more than the fun of fucking a rock star?
Michael wasn’t that way. He didn’t care about anything but Simon and the music. The real, deep down music. He slid his hands d
own Michael’s belly.
“Fuzzy,” he teased, and Michael nodded.
“All the better to snuggle with.” Michael tempted one of his nipples to a taut point. “Pretty.”
“Mmm.” He wiggled, trying to get more. “I manscape, but I’ve never been that hairy, so it’s not hard.”
“Do you shave or wax?” Lord, that focus. Michael had his nipple so hard it throbbed.
“W-wax.” He was panting a little. God, those hands.
“Mmm…sexy.” One finger stroked over his nip, rough as hell, and he damn near launched himself into the ceiling.
“Michael. Feels so damn good.” He offered praise, but soon he would be reduced to begging.
“You do. Sensitive here, huh?” Michael rubbed him with that bristly chin, and Simon wanted to scream. His nipples were sensitive, a hot spot, and Michael was pounding them with sensation. His cock was all the way back up and happy to be there.
Then Michael began to suck, clever fingers dancing across his chest to pluck at his neglected nip.
“Uhn.” He arched up, holding Michael to him, shivers wracking him. He rubbed his hands down Michael’s back to grab that hard, tight ass, squeezing. “Just like that. Don’t stop, honey. I need it.”
He kept talking, encouraging, trying to get more.
Michael chuckled, air blowing over his wet skin, which made his cock jerk and his toes curl.
“You’re an evil man.”
“Am not. I want you.” Michael switched sides, and Simon was going to have to get the man back for this. He was thinking of things to do now, trying to keep from squirming. Sucking. Licking. Rimming.
“Have you been fucked ever, Michael? Have you ever wanted to try?”
He noticed Michael didn’t answer, but the sound muffled by his body said something.
“Hey.” He lifted Michael’s chin. “Do you want to try? We can. Not right now, even. Just, you know. Think about it.”
“I… We used to, with toys. I have toys, at home.” Michael groaned. “God, I feel so lame.”
“Oh, honey.” Simon swallowed hard. “That is the least lame thing I have ever heard. That gives me a serious happy.” A dozen scenarios flashed through his mind, including Rhiannon fucking Michael with a strap-on. That would have been so fucking pretty.