Adrenaline Junkies

by Julia Talbot

"Right here, huh?"

  "Yeah. I ache, baby."

  "Then let me help you."

  Kev slid down his body, thighs rubbing the rough hair on the outside of Ross' legs, bending down at the same time to lick down Ross' chest and belly. That sweet mouth closed over Ross' cock and he moaned, arching again, trying to get more. Kev tongued his slit, lips sliding around the head, just hitting the sensitive underside, and he kinda went nuts, rolling his hips up.

  "Want you, Kev, want you bad."

  "Mmm." Kevin just went to town, licking and sucking, making him pant. His skin went hot and tight, his nipples so hard, his cock even harder. Felt so damned good, maybe because there wasn't any more talking, just doing, and he loved that, loved when Kev finally stopped thinking and went with it.

  They moved together, Ross rocking up, Kev pushing all the way down until his lips met the curls at Ross' groin. Kev's fingers found his balls, rolling them softly, and Ross almost lost it, head falling back as his eyes rolled in his head.

  "Gonna come, baby."

  That didn't stop Kev, didn't even slow him down, and before he could even whimper he was shooting down Kev's throat in long, hot pulses.

  Ross lay back on the bed, heart pounding. Kev rose up over him, smiling, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. He grinned back, but man, he wished Kevin could look like that all the time, instead of having doubt in his eyes.

  He wanted Kev to believe. But he just wasn't sure it was happening.

  ***

  Kevin hummed as he checked the crock-pot, making sure it was just right. He was making this chicken and dumplings thing from the Southerner's crock pot cookbook, and hoping he couldn't fuck it up.

  Ross usually cooked, but he wanted to do something nice for Valentine's Day, since he'd forgotten last year.

  Heck, he knew that wasn't the only reason. He'd been letting Ross see his doubts too much, and he was hurting Ross. He knew it, but he didn't know how to stop it. He just still couldn't see what Ross saw in him.

  Shoving away those thoughts, Kevin fed Pancake and put him out, washed up, and then sat and fidgeted. Then got up and paced. Ross was late. Darn it.

  The front door opened and he hopped to his feet, almost tangling them up and falling on his ass. He managed to stay up at the last minute, and he went out just in time to grab Ross for a kiss.

  "Hi."

  Oh, that was the greatest smile, Ross' bright blue eyes crinkled at the corners as Ross sniffed the air. "You cooked?"

  "I did. Happy Valentine's Day, Ross."

  "Mmm." Ross kissed him again, lips lingering. "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

  "Come see what I cooked. I hope it doesn't suck." He knew very well it might. But wow, it smelled good. He bounced back into the kitchen, giving Ross a little ass-wiggle. He knew how that man loved his ass.

  Ross came on in, stripping off his shirt, leaving him in just pants, boots and t-shirt. It was a good look for him. Almost as good as boxer briefs and sweat, or blue jeans and bare feet. Almost.

  "Oh, nice, baby."

  The table held two pretty place settings, some flowers he'd picked up on the way home, and a card for Ross. Kevin was pretty damned proud of it.

  "Thanks. You want to go change while I dish up?"

  He'd changed into a pair of thin cotton pants that Ross liked when he got home, along with a sweater.

  "What do you want me to change into, baby?"

  Oh, fuck, Ross was sexy. Growly. Ross wondered why Kev just couldn't believe his luck sometimes? It was because sometimes, Ross was so sexy that it literally hurt.

  "Uh. Jeans? I would love to see you in that old pair of jeans."

  "Okay, baby." Ross patted his ass as he passed, letting the touch linger. "I got something for you too, but I figure we can save that for dessert."

  His ears heated along with his cheeks as Kevin pondered what that could mean. He dished up chicken and dumplings and some of the frozen broccoli stuff he'd thawed in the microwave, along with a green salad. It looked really good, and when he snuck a taste before Ross came back it even tasted good. Go him!

  Ross wandered in wearing just the jeans, nipples tight from the chill. The crock pot didn't heat stuff up much in the kitchen. He'd be an idiot to offer to turn up the heat, though. He reached out without even thinking, touching that skin, those tight male nipples. He got a moan for his trouble, Ross reaching right back, hands settling on his hips.

  "You'd better watch that, baby. If you want to eat first..."

  "Oh, you're not getting out of eating my cooking."

  They pulled apart, and Kev got the bottle of wine he'd picked up just for the day. He'd gotten white, because the guy at the store said it went well with chicken. He'd gotten beer too, just in case. They sat together, and ate, and Ross actually hummed at the taste of the chicken.

  "Oh, that's good, Kev."

  "Yeah? I mean, yeah. It is, isn't it?"

  Wow. Go him. He hoped Ross liked the card too. And he could hardly wait to see what Ross had gotten for him. The card got a good long look, and Ross leaned over the table and gave him a kiss.

  "Thanks, baby. This was nice."

  "Cool. Can we go see what you got me now?"

  "You don't want me to do the dishes?"

  "Nope. We'll use the dishwasher."

  "Good man." Ross got up, held out a hand. "Pancake is out. Come on, baby."

  They went to the bedroom, and Ross handed him two small boxes. "Open this one first."

  He opened the smaller one, revealing a small jewelry box. Looking up at Ross, he opened it. It was a little gold medal on a tiny chain, a saint's medallion from the looks of it. Pretty.

  "I didn't think you were catholic."

  "I'm not." Ross kinda got an aw shucks look. "It's a St. Michael medallion. He's the patron of paratroopers."

  "So if I wear this it will help keep you safe." That was a wonderful gift. Kevin leaned over and kissed Ross hard before holding out the medal. "Put it on me?"

  "As long as I can take off everything else."

  Oh, wicked. Kev nodded, bouncing a little. "Of course you can."

  Ross gave him a glinting grin and took the chain, hanging it around his neck. Then Ross started on Kevin's clothes, the air hitting his skin as the cloth hit the floor. Ross kissed him, deep and hard, pushing him back on the bed, and Kev had to put a hand on his chest and stop him.

  "Hey. I want my other box."

  "Oh, right." Grinning, Ross sat up and gave it to him.

  He unwrapped it and turned it out, showing a red velvet bag full of dice. He looked at Ross, his eyebrows climbing.

  "They're love dice. You roll them and do what they say, as in to each other."

  Goodness. A thorough examination of the dice proved to be blushworthy. "Can you even do that?" he asked, pointing to one side of the pink die.

  "Sure. Wanna see?"

  "No!"

  Kev left that one in the bag and rolled the rest, his ears hot as anything. You'd think with all he and Ross had done he'd passed that whole wide-eyed thing, but wow. Ross peered over his shoulder at the dice and chuckled.

  "Well, now, that looks like a nice roll, Kev. Why don't you start with the kissing?"

  "Because I'm the only one naked."

  Crossing his arms, he waited for Ross to peel off those painted-on jeans. He didn't have to wait long. Ross got naked eagerly, prick hard and hot, standing tall for him. When he reached for it, Ross slapped his hand away.

  "Kissing."

  Somehow Ross always got the upper hand. This time he didn't mind. He gave Ross a look and bent, kissing the head of Ross' cock.

  "Damn, baby."

  Yeah. That's what he wanted to hear. Ross' voice tore like a cardboard Valentine's Day card. Fucking sexy, and Kev went looking for more, licking and sucking and taking Ross in.

  "No, baby. Kev. I want to do you. Not come in your mouth again."

  Those blue eyes pleaded with him when he looked up, and Kev nodded. Yeah. Yeah, that would be good.
Right. He swept the dice off the bed and pushed Ross down, reaching for the little tube of lube they kept handy. He straddled Ross' thighs, letting their cocks rub together while he reached back to get himself ready.

  "Fuck, Kev. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

  "Yeah? Just wait."

  Yeah, Ross was totally into it. The eyes told him, along with the flush rising under Ross' skin, and the hard, hard cock that pushed against his, so damned needy. His own cock throbbed, and Kev didn't tease or tarry, he just got his fingers inside himself and stretched quickly, steadying Ross' cock as his fingers slipped out so he could move up and take Ross right in.

  The burn and stretch had him flinching a little, and Ross stroked his belly, calming him. Soft words helped too.

  "So pretty, baby. So hot. Gonna burn me right up. Fuck, I want you."

  "Yeah." His breath whooshed out, and he opened up finally, taking Ross all the way in, right down to where his ass rested on Ross' hips. Oh, oh damn. Head falling back, Kev moved, hands on Ross' chest. There was nothing like Ross, nothing at all. It split him, cracked him open until he knew Ross could see every thought on his face, every deep-seated need.

  They moved, sweat beading on their skin, heat rising between them, and the feel of Ross' fingers on his cock sent him soaring. His knees rubbed the sheets, the hair on Ross' thighs abraded his ass, and Kev panted, straining hard, trying to get... Oh! There. Ross' cock hit just the right spot and he saw stars, working himself mercilessly on that very place.

  "Please. Ross, please."

  "Yeah, baby." Ross' hand on his hip guided him, keeping him on the right track, and the other hand stroked, pulled, teased him until he thought he'd explode. Finally, he did explode, just as Ross cried out and shot deep inside him. Kev came so hard he bit his lip and bled, his whole body shaking and shuddering.

  They rested together, their breath coming hard, their skin drying off slowly. He shivered and Ross covered them up.

  "Happy Valentine's, baby. I liked my supper."

  "Good." The little chain around his neck glinted, and Kev smiled. "I like my presents."

  "Cool. We'll have to find those dice in a bit and try something else."

  He grinned. "We will. But not that."

  "That?"

  "You know what I mean."

  He loved laughing with Ross. When he could put aside his doubts and just love the man? That was the best gift ever.

  March 2005

  "We need to take Scorch to the vet."

  Eli looked up from his sit ups, halfway through an oblique twist, and grunted. "Why?"

  Jed looked right back, one eyebrow going up. "You really never did have a dog as a kid, did you?"

  His cheeks went hot, and Eli was pretty fucking glad he was working out so hard, because he hated that. The blushing thing.

  "I told you my mom didn't like dogs."

  "Yeah. Well, he needs to have his shots. Too bad he's out of sync with the other mutts or we could zonk them all in the back of the truck."

  Folding the paper, Jed shoved Jumbo away from the leftover bacon and stood to stretch. That stopped Eli in mid sit up again, this time to stare. Heck, maybe to drool a little. He never tired of that lean, strong body, sprinkled liberally with golden hair and packed tight with just enough muscle to get the job done. Fuck, Jed was pretty.

  "Yeah, well, that would be a zoo."

  "Nah. Jumbo keeps them in line, don't you boy." That big tail of Jumbo's thumped against his leg as Jed took the dogs to the door to let them out. Scorch stopped by to lick his face on the way out, making him sputter.

  "Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to make out, but I'm not kissing you with dog spit on your nose."

  He laughed, hopping up and flexing a little. Jed's eyes glazed over.

  "We could make out in the shower," Eli said, and shucked his workout pants, heading for the bathroom.

  The sound of Jed's feet scrambling on the wood floor came loud behind him and Eli hooted, heading for the bathroom at a run. Jed would have to catch him. The plan worked like a charm until a yelp and a thud sounded from the hallway, shaking the toothbrushes in their holders.

  Fuck.

  Eli hurried out into the hall again, stopping just short of tripping over Jed's downed body. Jed just laid there, blinking up at the ceiling.

  "You, uh. You okay?"

  "Goddamned throw rug. Didn't I tell mom I didn't want a braided rug for the hallway in front of the bathroom?"

  "Sure you did." No bones stuck out, and there was no blood spurting, so Eli didn't figure Jed had a mortal wound, but he wasn't getting up. "But you know once she's made up her mind."

  "Yeah, yeah. Help me up."

  They locked hands and Eli yanked, Jed popping up off the floor like a jack-in-the-box. Twisting and turning, Jed stretched out the kinks. Bruises already peppered the skin of his back.

  "Shit. You're gonna be sore as anything. Come on and let's get you in the shower, Thatcher."

  Jed groaned, but followed, working his arms and neck, and Eli got the shower going nice and hot, knowing it would help muscles loosen up after the way they tensed during a fall. Sometimes it still amazed him how that chipped blue-tiled bathroom had become his, how he just knew he had every right to be there with Jed, touching and loving.

  "Sorry."

  "For what." Jed grinned up, hands starting to slide on him as their skin got wet, each callus and cut catching on the little hairs on his arms. "You didn't stick your foot out and trip me. And I ain't gonna break that easy."

  "Promise?" Stubble rubbed the wrong way against Jed's short hair as Eli laid his cheek on Jed's head.

  "Hell, yes. You're the one who's gonna get burnt to a cinder one of these days."

  "Hey, I'm good at my job." And he wasn't cocky, either. He usually had a crew to protect. That did give him a little surge of adrenaline, though. It wouldn't be long until fire season now.

  "I know, Mister. I know. Kiss me."

  Argument over. Eli kissed Jed gently at first, mindful of the bruises and bumps, just touching his lips to Jed's, tongue barely moving against Jed's open lips. Jed opened right up for him, mouth wet and hot, sucking his tongue in and nibbling at it. Yeah. That was the good stuff.

  Soap bubbles floated around them as Jed lathered up his hands and started washing them, and Eli moaned at the feel of Jed's fingers on his chin and collarbones and nipples. He got soapy-slick himself and grabbed Jed's ass, squeezing, washing. They turned so Jed stood under the spray instead of him, and Jed sighed, muscles tensing and relaxing.

  "Oh, that's good."

  "Yeah?" Massage might go better than squeezing, and Eli started rubbing out the muscles of Jed's ass and back. For his trouble he got a full on moan, Jed's whole body arching under the hot fall of water, under his hands, looking like the sensualist he was.

  "More, Eli. I want more."

  "Mmhmm." They just couldn't get the right angle in the damned shower, and Eli rinsed Jed off, turning him around to get his chest and pubes good and clean before hauling him out and handing him a towel. "Bed."

  Staggering, Jed headed down the hall, listing to one side. Eli caught up and wrapped an arm around him, and they dripped all the way down the hall. The bed beckoned, covers still all messed up from earlier in the morning, and Eli sat, pulling Jed between his spread legs.

  "I'd better put you on top."

  Jed grinned and nodded, hips wiggling, cock brushing his. "Yeah. Want me to do you, Mister? Or want me to ride you?"

  Oh, man. Jed let him do the doing a lot more these days, but it was still a fairly rare thing, and Eli wasn't about to turn it down. "Ride me. I want you to ride me, Jed."

  "Yeah." Jed pushed and he went, sliding back on the bed while Jed dug out the lube. "Want you to slick me up, though."

  "Anything. Anything you want, Jed."

  "I want you."

  Those eyes were just blue as the sky on an early morning jump. They never failed to make him crazy when they had that look in them. T
hat needyouwantyounow look. Eli took the lube as Jed eased up on top of him, and Eli grimaced.

  "You sure you're up for this? We could go side by side or something."

  "Nah. I'm good. They say you should stretch out sore muscles, right? After applying heat?"

  "That's what they say."

  "Then bring it on."

  They grinned at each other, and he reached behind Jed to push against that tight little hole, fingers sliding right in. Tight, and like a fucking furnace. A whole different kind of heat therapy. Eli stretched Jed as well as he could with Jed moaning and rocking on his fingers, that tight ass just pulling at him, and Jed's cock rubbing his like there was no tomorrow.

  When he couldn't take any more he pulled away and slicked his cock, putting Jed's hand around it.

  "Put me in, Thatcher."

  Jed nodded, grasping his cock firmly and rising up to take him in. His eyes rolled as the head of his prick slid inside, his head just ready to explode.

  "Fuck, Eli." Bracing on his chest, Jed rose and fell, sweat beading along his hairline. Jed's hands covered his nipples, the palms of them rubbing his flesh until it was so sensitive he wanted to scream. And Jed's cock... oh God, it just begged him to touch.

  He reached down for it, and Jed arched, taking him in just the right way, and that cock jerked as he touched it, leaking at the tip, hot enough to burn. Yeah. Hot like a five alarm fire, and Eli stroked it, thumb along the underside, fingering the head before sliding back down.

  That just made Jed tighten up around him, made Jed move faster on him until they both panted for breath. They sweated like they were working a tree line fire, making their skin slick, Jed just shining for him, above him. Keeping up the rhythm on Jed's cock, he used his other hand to pet Jed's chest and belly, feeling every muscle ripple, feeling how hard Jed worked them toward climax.

  When Jed reached behind them to feel where they came together, to slip a finger practically inside along with Eli's cock, Eli lost it, shooting hard, his stomach muscles hard as a rock as he arched and shook, calling out Jed's name. Jed just grunted in return, eyes going wide, and soon his chest and belly were covered with spunk.

  The bed creaked as Jed flopped down on him, both of them just whooping for air.

  "That was better than a trip to the vet."