Ammo and Enchiladas

by BA Tortuga

  “I saw it with Travis! That’s funny.” He moaned when he sank into the couch. Oh, God. That was good.

  “Nice, huh?” Brantley stretched out on the lounge end, wiggling his toes.

  “It so is. My couch is a hand-me-down. I really need to look at a new one if it feels like this.” He rested his head back.

  “Big Lots. I love it.”

  “I was just thinking how my dishes came from there.”

  “Yeah? They have some great goofy shit.”

  “A bunch of us go every year at Halloween and Christmas.” He didn’t really decorate, but they did the precinct up.

  “Right? The unit goes all out for holidays, and we spend a lot of time hunting goofy costumes and decorations.”

  “I love it. I bet the kids do too.” He sank deeper into the cushions.

  “Mm-hmm. It’s really fun.” Brantley blinked at the movie, relaxed and easy.

  Lex took a sip of his beer before setting it aside on his coaster. “It is. I love Halloween best, but Mama does Easter in a big way.”

  “What did you dress up like last year?”

  “A cop,” he deadpanned. “I was on duty on Halloween, but I did go to a party the weekend before dressed as Gru from Despicable Me.”

  “Oh, that must have been something….”

  “I had minions. It was great. What did you do?” Man, his eyelids were heavy.

  “At work I was the tooth fairy. For trick or treating, a vampire. For the party? I was Zorro.”

  “The fox. No one is as something something as the fox….” The words escaped him, but Papa had loved the reruns of the old black-and-white show.

  “Uh-huh. I love a cape.” Brant rested back into the cushions.

  “I can see that. Did you have a sword?” Buckling a swash was a good thing.

  “I did, and the mask, the hat.”

  “Nice.” That gave him a happy little fantasy for a bit.

  “It was. It was an epic party, but somehow I came home alone.”

  “Bummer, man.” That sucked. Lex knew exactly how that felt.

  “Yeah. The best action is in Santa Fe, I hear.”

  “Santa Gay, huh? I’m just not that… cruisey.” He liked dating and sex a lot but not clubbing and game playing. He kept thinking it would work better with Nate as his wingman, but no.

  “Obviously I’m not either.”

  “Yeah. I get it.”

  “Well, we’ll figure it out, right?”

  “Sooner or later, yeah. By that time your mama will give up,” Lex teased.

  “She’ll never give up. Never!” Brantley slapped his forehead playfully.

  “I guess mamas have to be tough.” Lex chortled. “Mine doesn’t want me to be a cop anymore, but she keeps losing the argument.”

  “No? New Mexico is a tough place to be a police officer.”

  “It’s tough all over, I guess. I mean, maybe Beverly Hills.” He only knew that from movies. He was a cop, and that was all he was ever going to be. “I’ve heard guys at conferences. Like Detroit, or even LA. Cruces is smaller, at least.”

  “Yeah. I deal with the kiddos. I’ve been lucky, up ’til…. Well, you know.”

  “Yeah.” Lex wanted to reach over, but Brant was far away. So he grabbed his beer instead. “You know I never had a Shiner until I met that friend I was telling you about? Dusty.”

  “Really? It’s my favorite. What do you like to drink?”

  “Bud Light. Uh, Corona.” He liked a Corona with lime now and again.

  “Corona with lime is always a good choice. There’s some in the fridge, if you’d rather.”

  “Nah, this is good stuff. I might switch to Coke if you have any.” Just in case. Who knew when Brant would kick his ass out?

  “Sure. There’s a bunch in there. What do you want?”

  “Uh. Just Coke, if you have it. Or Sprite. Are you a Dr Pepper Texan?”

  “I’m a Diet Cherry Dr Pepper guy, but I have a Coke. Hold up.” Brantley sat up, so slowly, then headed into the kitchen, the crutch leaning against the wall.

  Damn. Now Lex felt bad. He kept forgetting about that sore hip. “Are you…?”

  “I’m fine. Don’t stress it.”

  “Do you have some Tylenol?” He had to stress it. He cared. “Muscle relaxants?”

  “Before bed. A while after the beer.” Brant handed him a Coke when he came back, then eased down toward the couch.

  “I could have gone.” He reached out, the motion instinctive. His hand connected with Brant’s hip, and he swore he felt electricity between them. Brant glanced at him, eyes wide. Lex licked his lips, but he had to let go. He wasn’t wanting to push, not if Brant was hurting that bad.

  Brant’s lips quirked, twisted just so. “It’s not weird, right? To be all… interested?”

  “I sure hope not. Because I am.” Lex wanted that plain out in the open. Brant made him look, and Brant made him smile. So there.

  “Cool. I am too.” Brant turned halfway, met his eyes. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” He held that gaze, just—his cheeks heated, his heartbeat kicking up. Wow.

  They watched each other, and when Brant reached out and stroked his cheek, he gasped. Lex grabbed Brant’s wrist, holding on. Then he turned his head to kiss Brant’s hand, just below the palm, which was protected by Brant’s curled fingers.

  “Oh….” That sound was pure sex, and Lex wanted to make Brant give it again.

  So he pressed his mouth to Brant’s wrist, opening up room by shifting his grip. He felt Brant’s pulse thundering against his lips. Oh damn, he could smell Brant—soap and spice and something musky and rich. He breathed deep, then dared to scoot across the couch cushion to get nearer. He wanted more. He wanted a kiss direct from the source. Brantley wrapped one hand around his arm and encouraged him to move closer.

  Lex leaned right in, wanting to taste. He pressed his lips to Brant’s, asking for the man to be right there with him. Brant sighed softly, one kiss becoming two, then three. They sat there, resting together at the knees, kissing like fools. Long, slow, happy kisses. Exploring.

  God, he was making out. Not humping in a corner of a bar. Not just finding a friendly hand. They were making out like teenagers.

  He loved it.

  Lex smiled against Brant’s skin. Then he went in for more kisses. He needed this, the slight tang of beer and the hint of spice.

  Brant was tactile—hands sliding over his arms, cupping his shoulders, touching his hair. Lex kept his hands busy too, pushing them along Brant’s back, careful not to push too hard at the hips. Brant was lean but strong, and solid as an ox. That whole working-out thing was working for Brant. Come to think of it, it was doing great things for Lex too. He moved one hand up to cover Brant’s left pec, feeling the heartbeat there.

  Oh. Hard little nipple. Bingo. Very nice.

  Pulling back a tiny bit, he plucked at it, wondering if Brant was a yes-nipple or no-way kinda guy. Lex was a hell-yes type, but some men didn’t like nipple play at all. Brantley’s bright eyes went wide, and the soft gasp proved that maybe he wasn’t a no-way type.

  Damn. Okay. Lex turned a little more and scooted so they were pressed together even more. He was pushing it. Screw the waiting game.

  “Hey there.” Brant let him straddle that strong body, and when their cocks slid together, Lex figured he was in the best possible place.

  “Hey. Is this okay? Am I too heavy?” Supporting part of his weight on his knees seemed fair, a good way to keep Brant from hurting.

  “More than okay. You feel good.” Brantley cupped his ass and drew him in tighter. That move gave him some friction, and Lex took another kiss while he rocked gently. The noises Brant made spurred him on, sending his cock to greater heights.

  He decided to explore that hard little nipple again, stroke and pull and twist, just to see what would happen.

  Brant gasped against his mouth, gripping his ass tight. “Damn. Gave me goose bumps.”

  “Yeah? I like how hard t
hat little nip is, man.”

  “You… you want to see?”

  Hallelujah.

  “God, yes. Let’s get this off.” He reached to tug at the hem of Brant’s T-shirt, which was a treasure, so Lex was gentle.

  Brant’s chest was covered in fine blond hairs, a tree of life inked on one pec. He stared from close up, then traced the lines of the tattoo, thinking it was a great, hopeful symbol.

  “Looks good, doesn’t it?”

  “It does. Really smooth work.” Not gang tattoo at all, which Lex saw a lot of, unfortunately.

  “I got it a while ago.” Brant arched and brought his nipple in reach of his fingers.

  “It looks amazing.” Lex abandoned the tattoo and pinched Brant’s nipple, loving how it throbbed and swelled. More than that, he loved how Brant swallowed, stared at him.

  A smile stretched his cheeks. “Again?”

  “Y-yeah. Again.”

  Okay, that counted as hot.

  He chose the other nipple, rubbing it gently before tweaking. Brant hummed for him, sliding one hand down to pull at his shirt.

  “Mmm. Here.” Not that Lex wanted to let go. He didn’t. Naked with Brant, though, was a goal.

  He stripped his shirt off, and Brantley moaned for him, hands both dragging up over his abs, then his chest.

  That kinda made him want to flex. He worked hard on his body because he had to, but Lex was glad Brant liked what he saw.

  “Jesus… you’re fucking inspirational.” Brant rolled up, lips finding his chest, tongue moving over his skin, his dark chest hair.

  “Oh.” One hand just flew up to cradle Brant’s head, holding him right there. Brant moaned happily, keeping himself upright with his hands on Lex’s back as he explored. Lex tightened his muscles to help, wanting to be a solid support.

  Brant licked and nuzzled, and Lex hadn’t ever done this—been explored like he was necessary. A lot of his experience was hurried. Not furtive, just a means to get off. This was sweet and heady, and he wanted more.

  “Love how you smell, man. Pure sex.” Brant’s voice was gravel and honey, rough and so fucking sweet enough that Lex’s whole soul responded.

  “You make me feel that way. Is this nuts or what?” Please say no.

  “Stress and proximity. We’ll use that as our excuse today.”

  “Okay. We’ll find a new one tomorrow.” Lex wanted to have a tomorrow, which was a new thing for him too.

  “Fair enough.” Brant wrapped his lips around one nipple, pulling hard enough to ache.

  Lex arched, then pushed back upright, not wanting to unsettle Brant. They needed room to stretch out, but he didn’t want to lose the mood.

  “I—is it weird to ask you to come to bed? The couch is nice, but….”

  “I was just thinking it would be nice to stretch out. I bet you have an amazing bed.” Same page. Score.

  “Come and see.”

  They managed to get off the couch and move deeper into the house. There was an office, a guest room, a bathroom, and then a lovely huge master.

  “This has to be half the house, man. Hot as hell.”

  “That’s why I bought it. Huge master, huge kitchen, huge backyard.”

  Two fuzzy cats were in a puffy purple bed at the end of Brant’s king. They both looked at Lex, blinking, then disappeared under the bed.

  “Oops. Is that going to be weird?”

  “Nah. They’ll leave the room as soon as you’re up there with me.”

  “Cool.” Pet TV he wasn’t.

  “Now Mouse, he’s evil. He’ll pounce in the middle of the night.”

  “Good to know. I bet you wear jammie pants to bed.” They sat, but Lex stood right back up. Bye-bye, jeans.

  “Sometimes. Sometimes I just risk it.” Brant’s eyes were fastened on his belly.

  “Yeah?” He opened the button and zipper of his jeans, then shoved them down along with the underwear. His cock had lost no hardness in transit.

  “Uhn.” Brant licked his lips and reached out for him.

  Lex moved closer, meeting Brant’s hand halfway with his dick. Oh, Jesus, it had been too long since someone not him had touched him. Brant hummed for him, stroking him from base to tip.

  “Fuck.” Lex thrust gently, wanting more of that, just that way.

  “Mmm….” Brantley kept hold of him as he leaned forward, nose sliding on his side.

  “Damn.” Lex wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, but he wanted to touch, so he petted Brantley’s hair, then his neck.

  Brant’s hair was thick, a little coarse, and he found himself fascinated by it. He threaded his fingers through it, then rubbed. Massaging.

  Brant moaned, the sound brushing the tip of his cock. He huffed out a breath, his mind going immediately to mouth, dick, sucking….

  The hot swipe of tongue over the tip made his eyes cross.

  “Brant. I want you too.”

  “Mm-hmm. Soon.” Another lick threatened to dry his mouth out.

  He stroked one bristly cheek. “Fuck. Oh God.”

  “Mmm….” Brant opened up, tongue dragging along Lex’s shaft as he went down.

  All he could do was close his eyes and let Brant have his way. His belly pulled in, his breath coming hard. Brant hummed softly, head bobbing as he swallowed.

  “Brantley! Making me crazy.” That mouth was a work of art.

  He felt Brant grin all around him. Oh, pushy butthead. Beautiful man. Lex spread his stance and thrust, balls swinging. Brant took him, every inch, swallowing carefully on each push in. The man was a wonder. That hot, wet mouth was more perfect than anything sexual Lex had ever felt. No exaggeration.

  “Don’t stop,” he whispered, and Brant nudged his balls with his chin.

  No, he thought Brant was taking some pride in his work. Holy hell. Also, praise God, because he was going to remember this forever.

  He laughed, but Brant didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to inspire even better efforts, if that was possible.

  Brant wrapped one hand around his backside, easing him in, over and over.

  His body went tight as a bow, and his balls drew up. “Gonna, Brant. Can’t hold it.” He was just gonna go off like a rocket in seconds.

  Brant dragged one finger along his perineum, the touch firm, maddening.

  His mouth fell open, and he grunted, his body jerking when he came. Brant was blowing his mind. So to speak.

  His mind. His soul. His cock.

  Staggering a little when Brant released him, Lex tried to find something steady. His knees felt like jelly. “Wow.”

  “Thank you. Come here before you tumble.”

  “Yeah.” Not so gracefully, he made it to the bed so he could flop. “You’re amazing.”

  “You taste good, man.” Brant leaned back, stretching out alongside him.

  “Do I?” He slid one hand behind Brant’s head to take a kiss, tasting himself on Brant’s mouth. He liked Brant’s heat, his scent, more than his own come, but it wasn’t gross or anything. More bitter and salty.

  Brant was warm and relaxed, easing into his arms like this was the most natural thing ever. Maybe it was. Lex loved the feel of it. He took another kiss, then another, urging Brant to rub against him. Brant’s hunger began to push up to the fore, tongue pressing his lips open.

  Lex moaned, opening up with all he had to let Brant in. He wanted to give as good as he’d gotten, wanted to please his lover. Brant was ready to go, he could tell. He reached down, stroking Brant’s cock, going from the very base to the tip.

  Arching against him, Brant nodded, his chin dipping twice. “Like that. You have the best calluses, man. Like the best.”

  He grinned, working his fingertips over the tip, then around the flared part of the head of that dick. Letting Brant feel his calluses all over.

  Brant’s lips dropped open, a needy gasp filling the air. Then Brant began to move, hips rocking as he worked to meet Lex’s touch.

  Lex gave a firmer grip, knowing what Brant needed
now was more friction. He bent to kiss that open mouth, taking advantage and he knew it. It was worth it, making it easy to push in and taste every bit of Brant’s mouth.

  “Jesus. Please. So fucking good.” Oh, that was a lovely sound—Brant’s begging for him.

  He nodded. “What do you want? My hands? You want me to suck you?”

  “Uhn.” Brant took his hand and started moving their fingers faster.

  That was all the answer he needed. Yes. He stroked and pulled and tugged, watching Brant’s face. Jesus, he was a little stupid about the expression in Brant’s eyes, how he was focused on Lex, watching hard in return.

  He licked at Brant’s mouth again, leaning close to really press down, giving Brant an incredibly firm touch. Brant cried out, spreading wide and humping up toward his hand with a wild nod.

  Boom, Lex felt fifty feet tall, because he’d found just the right touch. He pushed and pulled, almost too hard, but Brant took it and begged for more, so he gave all he could. Hungry bastard. He wanted to know what Brant smelled like, wanted to know everything.

  He pressed the tip with his thumb on the next upstroke, really letting Brant have it.

  “Lex!”

  That was special—his name, yelled in passion. Goddamn.

  Then Brant shot, seed spraying over his hands.

  The scent was perfect, the heat wet and good. He rubbed what he could into Brant’s skin, stopping only when Brant groaned and curled around his hand.

  “You good?” Lex asked, low and hopeful.

  “Uh-huh.” Brant moaned for him, blinking and dazed.

  “Oh, good.” He smiled, this bizarre feeling opening up in his chest, expanding his worldview a little. “Me too.”

  “Can you stay, man?”

  Oh. Oh, could he? Would Travis be okay? Hell, Travis had told him if he spent the night out to lock up. He had, right? So yeah, he would text and then settle in. “I can. I want to.”

  “Cool. We got all the streaming in here. Midnight snacks if we wake up.”

  “I like it.” Better, he liked Brant, liked his house, loved that tight body. “Wanna wash up, or do you just want a warm washcloth?” His phone was in his pants. “I need to text Trav so he sees it when he wakes up.”

  “I’ll wash up a little. You want a glass of water or anything?”