Stormy Weather

by Adrianna Dane

  God, yes. That's exactly what he wanted. Drake arched up his hips, thrusting his cock into Vic's hands. Vic's grip feathered across the cloth, pressing and stroking. He ripped Drake's shirt out of the waistband, then fastened his mouth to Drake's belly. He nipped and razed across his flesh.

  As his mouth craved Drake's skin, Vic's hands stroked up and down Drake's inner thighs, cupped and kneaded his balls. Circled around and cupped his ass, squeezing and separating.

  "I want to fuck you so badly, Drake."

  Vic's breath burned hot against Drake's stomach. He could feel the hairs at his groin curl in upon themselves at the sizzling tone of Vic's voice.

  "Take off my damn pants," Drake groaned and arched with the need to feel Vic's mouth wrapped around his cock. What he wouldn't give to have the man's dick buried deep in his hole.

  Vic pulled off Drake's shoes, then undid and yanked down his pants and underwear. He heard the jingle of his belt buckle as Vic tossed the clothing across the room. He felt the cool, damp air against his raging hot skin.

  He thought he was going to die when he felt Vic's hand wrap around his rigid cock.

  "Oh, yeah, like that. Oh, God, yes."

  His hand felt big, and the calluses dragged across his flesh as Vic pumped his hand up and down his prick.

  "You like that, baby? That feels good for you?"

  "You know it does."

  "Know what I'd like to do to you?"

  "The same thing I want to do to you, I imagine. Oh, geez, I'm going to come. Oh, yeah."

  Vic slowed his dance along Drake's cock. "We could fuck right here," he was saying. "There's plenty of lube available."

  "What?" Drowning in lust, Drake found it hard to concentrate on what Vic was saying.

  He felt Vic lay down next to him. Felt his big body sprawled out alongside him, his hand still imprisoning Drake's flaming hard dick.

  "Ever done it with motor oil, Drake? I bet not. Ever done it dirty, baby? The smell's not too great, but it'll slick up that little hole of yours perfectly for fucking. Would you like that baby? Is that how you want it?"

  Drake thought he was going to blow apart. He felt his cock inflaming even more. Big and fat, gripped within Vic's large hand. Hands that worked with that oil on a regular basis, hands wrapped around car parts. Experienced, knowing just how to handle and fit every plug into the perfect hole.

  "You want to know how I'd fuck you, Drake. How deep I'd go? How slow I'd take you?"

  "Tell me," he managed to gasp out. Vic's words were so hot. Making Drake hotter, the more he talked. Vic reached down to cup his testicles, gripping them with his big, strong hand.

  "I'd slick you here, Drake." He squeezed, then his short nails dragged lightly up over Drake's cock, making him shudder at the sensations. "And then here. I'd make you so wet my hand would just slide over you. I've got enough, you know. I could stand you up, tie you up out there with those chains and just pour that oil and slick up your whole body." Vic gripped him tighter.

  The vision that Vic elicited in Drake's mind had him panting, hard. He saw himself bound and chained, his feet dangling as Vic held two cans of oil and poured them over his body. He shuddered at the image.

  "You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby? Just you and me. No one else. You'd let me do that to you, wouldn't you?'

  "Yes, damn you, yes. Oh, God."

  Suddenly Vic's mouth wrapped around his cock, and within seconds he exploded, gasping and shuddering. His body rocked beneath Vic's onslaught. Stars exploded in front of his eyes, and Vic sucked his cum as he pulsed and pulsed and pulsed.

  Drake dropped back onto the concrete, gasping for air. He never felt anything like that in his life. It was amazing. He found he couldn't stop shaking. He actually wanted to experience the scene Vic described. What had come over him?

  He wanted to let Vic do anything he wanted. At that moment he wanted to be so completely possessed by this man, there was no other thought in his mind but Vic, the garage, and pure, blistering sex.

  He felt Vic's arm curl around him and draw him into his arms. A hand stroked across his chest, beneath his shirt.

  "Come back with me to the house so I can make proper love to you, Drake. All night long."

  Oh, yes, Drake wanted that more than anything. A whole lot more than he wanted to see the sun come up the next morning. Maybe his car would never be fixed. Maybe Vic would do what he said and chain him up. And he would never have to go back to the city.

  It was funny the thoughts that went through a man's mind after some great sex.

  What mind? All his thoughts were coming from below his waist, not above it. And for tonight, that was just fine with him.

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  Chapter 7

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  Drake got dressed and then Vic grabbed his hand.

  "There's a door at the back that will take us to the house. I warn you, it's not much."

  "It's okay," Drake said. Nothing mattered to him right now but being with Vic, wherever that was, it didn't matter. He simply didn't want the spell to be broken. Not yet. Not tonight.

  Vic beamed the flashlight ahead of them. As they started to pass the door to the bay where Drake's car was, his footsteps faltered. It was so strange. He saw himself hanging next to his car, naked and slick oil dripping from parts of himself as he watched Vic working under the hood of Drake's car.

  "Jesus," he said under his breath.

  "What's the matter?" Vic asked him.

  Drake shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the erotic image, and followed Vic out the back door. Maybe later he could talk Vic into playing out that little scene with him.

  They stopped beneath the awning. The rain was still coming down pretty hard. He noticed there was no sidewalk. It seemed to Drake that it was more like a sea of mud that met his gaze as he looked toward the dark outline of what he assumed was a small house about a hundred feet away. There were a couple of cars parked at the rear of the garage. They didn't look like wrecks. But Drake couldn't be certain.

  Vic looked at him and grinned. "As I said it isn't paradise. This is where I park some of the cars until I have time to work on them." He waved a hand. "These are ones waiting for parts to come in. Out here, sometimes it take a while on these foreign jobs."

  Drake had no clue about what was under the hood of his own car, let alone the ones he was looking at right now. He truly did admire a man like Vic, who was expert with his hands and had a real knowledge of mechanical expertise.

  He glanced down at Vic's hands. Yeah, he liked those hands a lot.

  "Okay, let's make a run for the house. Watch the mud. It can get tricky sometimes."

  Drake followed Vic in a mad dash to the house. He almost made it when his foot struck something and skidded out from under him.

  "Shit!"

  He landed on his backside in a squishy pile of wet dirt.

  Vic whirled around and jogged back to crouch beside him. "You okay?" He brushed Drake's straggling hair back from his face.

  Drake laughed. "Yeah, I just feel like a jerk," he said as he started to rise.

  Vic reached for his hand. "No need. I've landed on my ass more times this way." Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed Drake. It was wet and deep and drugging and the world spun away.

  As Vic broke the kiss, he raised one of his hands. It was cupped and gobs of muddy sludge dripped from between his fingers. To Drake's shocked disbelief, Vic painted the mud across his forehead and cheeks, then leaned forward and kissed him again.

  Drake pulled him down beside him, rolled him over and had him flat on his back, deep in a pocket of mushy mud as he slanted his mouth over Vic's lips. They rolled again and Drake was back on the ground, groveling in mud and sopping wet clothes. But there was a huge grin spread across Vic's lips.

  Again they kissed and Vic's tongue penetrated into the chasm of Drake's mouth. Drake sucked hard as Vic plastered his body to Drake's. Vic's hands slid beneath Drake's shirt, wet and warm and covered with mud.

 
"What the hell?" Drake yelled, feeling the cold, squishy mud coating his chest.

  He grappled with Vic, they both laughed and rolled around in the mud, back and forth vying for dominance. Kissing and rubbing, until finally Drake had Vic beneath him gasping for breath. He imprisoned Vic's hands above his head, flattened to the wet, sloppy earth, and gazed down at this new, intriguing lover.

  He panted. "You like it dirty."

  Vic looked up at him with dark, mesmerizing eyes. "I like it hot. Is this what you wanted, Drake?"

  Hell, yes, it was what he wanted. Vic was what he wanted. All of him. In any way he could get him.

  He didn't feel the rain, the mud, the cold, the wet. All he felt was the hot man beneath him. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss him. He brushed his lips over Vic's lush mouth, pressed harder and consumed him. He tasted dirt and man, gritty arousal and oh, yes, he could stay here forever. He loved the feel of this man, loved the contours of his rock-hard body, loved his voice, and the things he made Drake want to do.

  He wanted to be possessed by Vic in a way he had never wanted before. Shocked by the thought, he lifted up and sat back in the mud. What had happened to him? He looked down at his hands, at his mud-soaked shirt and ruined trousers.

  Then he looked at Vic. "I don't know what's happening here, but whatever it is, it feels really damn good."

  Vic sat up next to him and cupped his jaw. "Don't try to figure it out, not tonight. Tonight is just...tonight. Just you and me. But I know what you mean. For the first time, I feel like a weight's been lifted and you've done that for me, Drake. Can't we just let this happen? Just for tonight?"

  Vic was right. Drake didn't need to think about the past, nor the future. He loved where he was right now. He couldn't say he believed in love at first sight, but damn, he sure was enthralled by this man.

  He smiled. "You're right. Let's just take what we have right now. It's more than a lot of people get, isn't it?"

  Vic jumped to his feet and hauled Drake up after him. "There's a big, old rain barrel out back. I think we might want to get a bit cleaned up. Not sure the pump will be working to take a shower inside.

  Drake nodded. Another first for him. Taking a bath in the backyard and getting rid of some of this grit that had wedged in places that weren't too comfortable. It felt odd and exhilarating at the same time. But this is what he wanted. He wanted everything about making love with this man to be different. It was already exhilarating. And Vic was sure making that happen. He looked up at the sky, opening his mouth and tasted the rainwater. It was good. It was wonderful. It was exciting.

  He looked at Vic and smiled. "Lead the way."

  Vic grabbed his hand and, sliding in the mud, led Drake around the side of the house. Drake couldn't help but wonder what new experience was headed his way next.

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  Chapter 8

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  Drake couldn't tell much about the grounds in back of the house. Again, there didn't seem to be much of a lawn, more dirt than anything else. But then he saw what looked more like a horse's trough, except it was wider. Or what he assumed a horse's trough would look like.

  "So what--is this your outside bathtub? I mean I know about rustic, but--"

  They stopped next to the oblong trough. "Yeah, well, only in a pinch. No outhouse though." Vic laughed. "We do have our limits. Well, at least I do. But this, sometimes it can be nice." He started to shrug out of his wet and dirty jeans. He looked up at Drake. "Well, come on, get naked. Those clothes won't do you much good."

  For the first time Drake thought about where they were and that anybody might see them.

  Vic laughed. "Now you're shy? Don't worry. Nobody's going to be out on a night like this. You're safe enough from prying eyes.

  Drake slowly began to divest himself of his clinging wet clothing. Vic was already hopping into the makeshift tub. He sat down in it with a splash, his arms draped over the sides, and turned to look up at Drake.

  Drake stood there naked and shivering, not quite certain what to do next. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed.

  Vic leaned up on his knees and held out a hand. "Come on, baby," he said softly. "I promise, I'll make it good for you."

  Drake's gaze locked with Vic's. He held out his hand and Vic's fingers curled around Drake's drawing him forward. Vic pulled him down and claimed his lips as he hauled him into the tub.

  Drake reared up. "Shit. You didn't tell me it was going to be freezing."

  Vic pushed him back against the side and rose over him. "You'll get used to it in a minute. We'll warm this water up real fast."

  It was late summer, so technically the water wasn't freezing, but it sure was a shock when Vic yanked him in like that. Vic expertly used his hands to clean Drake. He ducked his head under the water and scrubbed Drake's hair clean of mud.

  "There you go, man, all squeaky clean. Like you've never been wallowing in the mud."

  "That was your fault," Drake said as he rubbed away the dirt clinging to Vic's body. And then his hands moved lower, encountering Vic's stiff erection. "Hmm, look what I found. I'm thinking we better make sure every inch of you is clean."

  Vic pushed him back against the edge of the tub and rubbed his body against Drake's. "I've got better plans for that particular equipment." He reached around to cup Drake's ass cheeks. "Turn around," he said in a tone of voice that was more growl than words. "Grip the edge of the tub. I'm not going to wait another second to fuck you."

  Drake shivered, but it wasn't from the cold water, which seemed to have warmed up with the heat of their two bodies. Drake turned to face the edge of the trough and gripped it with both hands. He and Aaron had never even done it in the tub, so this was going to be an entirely new experience for him. As though everything else they'd done tonight wasn't?

  The tub wasn't that deep and he knelt there in the water, waiting. Anticipating. Needing to feel the man behind him. Needing Vic's dick inside him. Needing to connect with this man in that most intimate of ways.

  Vic's fingers were at his hole, circling and circling, sending Drake spinning into a vortex of arousal. He reached around to grip Drake's cock, masturbating him with one hand as he penetrated Drake's anus with the other.

  Drake gasped as the tip of Vic's finger slipped inside, bowed his head and closed his eyes as he absorbed the feeling of being invaded.

  "You okay?" Vic asked.

  Drake nodded, the pleasure swamping through him as Vic pressed deeper with his finger, and his other hand stroked up and down Drake's thickening erection.

  "Did he ever do you like this?" Vic asked.

  Drake knew who he meant and he shook his head. "No. Never."

  As a second finger joined the first, Drake felt Vic's lips against his shoulder, his teeth razing along the column of his neck. "Good," Vic said just before he snagged Drake's earlobe.

  Vic's fingers went deep, the grip on his cock tightened and Drake groaned with the pleasure that was pouring through him. So many sensations. He thrust his hips back, pushing against Vic's possession.

  "No, baby. Don't rush it. There's plenty of time."

  Drake released a long breath. He opened his eyes to look around and for the first time realized the whole area was now shrouded in a thick, dense fog. No two people could be more isolated in the world than they were right now.

  And then his attention again turned as he felt the broad head of Vic's cock stroke over his puckered entrance. Drake had never been so ready for anything in his life. He wanted this so bad he could taste it.

  The heat of molten lead invading his rectum shot a mixture of emotions raging through him. His mind could not wrap around one single feeling, they all mingled and collided and then melded into one magnificent sensation of pure, primal desire.

  Again he thrust back, forcing Vic's prick deeper inside him, widening Drake's channel as he tunneled inward.

  "Easy, Drake. Easy, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

  "You won't hurt me, Vic. God, no."

  Vic's
hand on Drake's prick, Vic's cock possessing his ass, it was so hot, so damn good. He felt his climax building, ready to explode. Vic began to move in and out of him with long strokes of driving pleasure. Water surged in waves, splashing over the sides of the trough, but more poured down from the storm. Drake raised his face to the sky. He heard a faint rumble of thunder and thought that was odd. What lightning there was, was imprisoned inside Drake. The rain had lessened and rained down on him like sheets of velvet stroking over his body. It was dangerous, and beautiful, and electrifying.

  Vic cried out as he pulsed inside Drake's passage, pumping and spewing his cum deep within him. Within seconds Drake's orgasm overtook him, spurting into the water, urged on by Vic's hand around his pulsing organ. Finally, Drake collapsed against the side of the trough.

  As he gasped and tried to catch his breath, Vic slowly pulled from Drake's hole. Drake rolled over and looked at him through the dense night and thick fog that surrounded them. Again, he thought he heard thunder, but in this part of the country that would have been an unusual event. Just as the lightning would be. It was rare. Just like the man he was staring at right now. Rare and beautiful.

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  Chapter 9

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  Drake squinted as the glare of morning sun shone into the room where he'd been sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He wondered what time it was. At the angle of the sun shining through the bedroom window he estimated that most of the morning must have passed him by. He looked up as Vic walked into the bedroom carrying a tray. And then Drake realized he was naked under the sheets on the double bed.

  "Morning, Drake. I've brought you something to eat. It's not exactly breakfast food, but the power just came back on about an hour ago." Vic set the tray on the bed and then climbed up next to Drake.