Common Powers

by Lynn Lorenz

  Sammi’s initial papers.

  With his pen poised over his pad to write down the needed info, Brian leaned in as he read the transcript of the mother’s statement given when she’d abandoned her son to the state. He skipped over a long section of the social worker’s questions and began to read when he reached the part about why Sammi’s mother had given up her child.

  Mother: “I can’t stand it anymore. Can’t deal with it. You’ve got to take him. It’s too late for me. Too late. Save Sammy.”

  Social worker: “What do you mean, too late?”

  Mother: “No more time left. Sammy needs to be safe. From the voices. From me.”

  Social worker: “Do you want to hurt him?”

  Mother: “No, no, no. The voices. I have to stop the voices.”

  Brian sighed. Sammi’s mother must have had the same power as he, only she hadn’t known what it was or how to handle it. It was clear to him that she’d teetered on the edge of desperation and sanity. In her own way, she’d tried to save Sammi from some horrible imagined fate, unaware of the true fate she’d left him to.

  Well, what would Brian think if he could hear everyone around him? All their thoughts and feelings? He’d think he was fucking crazy.

  Just like Sammi’s mother.

  The papers had been signed, notarized and it was done. Sammi had been made a ward of the state. And his mother? No note in the file about what had happened to her.

  Brian wrote down her name. Lydia Mae Waters. Finally, a name. She had been nineteen years old, and Sammi had been only two years old, not three. Was that her married name? Chances were, at seventeen, she hadn’t been married when she’d gotten pregnant. He’d have to check the records, but with a last name to work with, it should be easy.

  He scrolled to the end of the file and froze.

  Bingo. Sammi’s birth certificate.

  Samuel James Waters. Mother—Lydia Mae Waters. Father—none given. Born—March 13, 1984 at Hermann Hospital, Houston, Texas. Time—six-sixteen a.m. Weight—six pounds three ounces. Length—nineteen inches.

  How lucky was that? Now Sammi had everything he needed to order his birth certificate online and to apply for his social security card, and with those two small pieces of paper, an entire future would open up for him.

  Brian loved this part of his job. He’d actually done it, found out who Sammi was, and with this information, Sammi could have a future and a life as a ‘real’ person, not some shadow entity operating below the radar of the ‘real’ world.

  As Brian gathered his papers, he stood and switched off the machine. Two long days, but it had been worth it.

  Brian thanked the woman at the desk as he left. If he hurried, he’d make it back to Houston before Rush showed up at his house. Maybe he should call, let him know he was running late, so the big cowboy wouldn’t worry.

  Humming, he rode the elevator to the main floor, exited the building and headed to his car.

  Tonight, he was finally going to get his hands on the cowboy of his wet dreams.

  Chapter Seven

  Rush felt as nervous as a fifteen year old on his first date. Shit, if the truth were told, it was his first date. With a man. He’d only gone to bars and hooked up. Now he was going to Brian’s house for dinner and what he’d hoped would be mind-blowing sex. He wouldn’t think about having anything more with Brian than just sex. Just a glimmer of the word relationship made him want to pull off the highway, turn around and head back to the ranch.

  “One step at a time, cowboy,” he told his reflection in the rearview mirror.

  He took a deep breath then exhaled. His desire to see Brian, to hold him, to touch his body, outweighed all his niggling fears. He passed the next exit without getting off.

  He could do this. He wanted to do this.

  Good Lord, he needed to do this.

  After his work at the ranch had been completed, he’d washed his truck, cleaned it out and hit it with some air freshener to kill the smell of stale smoke. Then he’d showered, shaved and stood at the closet door staring at his clothes, searching for just the right thing to wear. He’d taken his time ironing his shirt, making sure it looked cowboy crisp, and had put a sharp crease in his best black jeans. Shined his best black boots.

  Now, as he passed the halfway point to Houston, his heart raced, his stomach was a huge knot of anxiety. The eager anticipation of seeing Brian had him straining against the buttons of his fly.

  “No turning back now, Weston,” he muttered. Shit, he needed a cigarette, but he’d stashed them in the glove compartment. He’d forgone them once he’d brushed his teeth and used the mouthwash to freshen his breath. He wanted his first kiss with Brian to be one Brian would remember as delicious, hot and sexy.

  Glancing in the mirror, he checked his hair for the third time. He used his fingers to rake through his bangs, pushing the unruly mass of waves back from his forehead. It would have to do. He’d also left his Stetson at home. A choice he’d wasted too much time pondering over and now regretted. If he couldn’t have his smokes, he wanted his hat. A cowboy without his hat was just plain naked.

  He was running late and he stepped a little harder on the gas, inching his speed up but still staying under the ‘safe’ margin. A speeding ticket was not what he needed right now. He’d surely break out the cigarettes if that happened.

  He tapped the steering wheel, then he reached over to turn off the radio and switch to his iPod. The station he’d been listening to had played a string of songs he didn’t like. As far as he was concerned, some of this new country music was nothing more than pop in disguise. He liked his country music ‘country’.

  As George Strait filled the cabin, Rush relaxed into the seat, shook out his shoulders and eased his white-knuckled grip on the wheel.

  * * * *

  Brian pulled out his cell phone and hit Rush’s number. After a few rings, it connected.

  His words tumbled out before Rush could say hello. “Hey, it’s Brian. Just wanted to tell you I got a late start out of Austin, and I might be just a little late getting home.”

  “No problem. I think I can wait for you.” Rush chuckled into the phone and sent Brian’s arousal into overdrive. He was already semi-hard just thinking of seeing Rush.

  “I haven’t changed or showered since this morning,” Brian warned.

  “And I spent all this time getting gussied up for you.” Brian heard the teasing in Rush’s voice and relaxed.

  “Well, I would have liked to meet you for once without stinking.”

  “Should I just wait in my truck while you go in and get cleaned up?”

  “I’m not sure…”

  “Or maybe I should come in and help. Get you wet, soaped up, scrubbed down. You know, squeaky clean.” Rush’s voice deepened, and Brian’s cock stiffened.

  “Goddamn, cowboy, you’re killing me. My jeans are too fucking tight.” Brian moaned. What was it about Rush that set Brian off? Every time they talked on the phone, it turned into phone sex.

  “Mine, too. Since I got in the truck, my prick’s been like a stick. Hard, stiff and needing your lips on it.”

  Brian groaned and tried not to let his eyes roll back in his head. He dropped his hand from the wheel and rubbed against his cock. It wasn’t enough. Pushing back his seat for more room, he unbuckled his belt, popped the button and slid down the zipper.

  “Got my dick in my hand right now, cowboy.”

  “Fuck, darlin’, I was just pulling mine out.”

  “Shit, what is it with us?” Brian asked softly. This was nuts, jerking off while driving. He was Mr. Responsibility. Rush made him throw his caution to the wind, made him wild and reckless. Released the outlaw in him and in a way, he liked that.

  “Just can’t get enough of you, your voice. Can’t wait to hold you in my arms, darlin’.” Rush’s husky whisper blasted through Brian’s mind and made his balls ache.

  He squeezed the tip of his cock. “Damn, I’m going to come all over my jeans.”

>   “Use a napkin.”

  “Right.” Brian fumbled around the seat and found a couple of take-out napkins.

  “Darlin’, I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day. Ever ride a horse with a hard-on?” He chuckled.

  “No. What’s that like?”

  “Well, at first, it was a might uncomfortable. Then, I spread my legs, really settled my balls into the saddle. I dropped my hand off the pommel and rested it on my cock. Then I let the rolling motion of the horse rub my hand up and down while I thought of you riding with me.”

  “Bareback?”

  “Yeah, both us and the horse. I’d pull you tight against me as we rode, then slip my hand around to hold your throbbing flesh.”

  “It’s throbbing right now, Rush. Can you fuck on a horse?”

  “I’m not sure. Never tried it.” He laughed and it made Brian warm all over.

  “We’d probably kill ourselves.”

  “Yeah. They’d find us lying on the ground, dead, with my dick in your ass and my hand on your prick.” Rush’s deep laugh boomed in Brian’s ear, and he joined him.

  After the laughter died down, Brian sighed. He was sure Rush could hear the longing in that sigh.

  “Darlin’, I want you so bad,” the big cowboy whispered.

  “Need you.”

  “We’d better stop before one of us has an accident,” Rush suggested.

  “You’re right. I tend to lose control when I come.”

  “I’d like to see that.”

  “What about you? What happens when you come?”

  “Fuck. Lately, I’ve just been calling your name.”

  “Oh, shit, cowboy, why’d you have to go and say that?” Brian groaned.

  “Can’t help it. Just want you so fucking bad.”

  “I’m hanging up. Before we crash and burn.”

  “Fine. Be like that. But you better watch out when I get there.” Rush’s voice sounded dangerous. Brian loved it.

  “What are you going to do, cowboy?”

  “Make you scream, darlin’. Make you scream,” Rush rumbled then hung up.

  * * * *

  Brian turned the corner. A black Ford F-250 had parked in front of his house. His mouth went dry and his throat closed. Wiping his sweating palms on his thighs, he took a deep breath and held it.

  Rush.

  His cowboy.

  His cock stiffened. Ignoring it, he pulled into his driveway, parked and got out.

  The passenger door to the Ford opened, and Rush leaned toward him. In the fading light, Rush’s blue eyes seemed to glow from inside the darkened cab. Brian blinked, and the odd effect disappeared. Rush held the steering wheel as he moved closer, and his arm rested on the back of the bench seat. Dead fucking sexy.

  “Get in, darlin’,” Rush beckoned, and Brian couldn’t resist.

  After a quick glance around the street, Brian slid onto the leather seat and closed the door. He was here at last, sitting in Rush’s truck, the scene of so many of his fantasies about his cowboy.

  Just like in his very first fantasy, they stared at each other, fire burning in Rush’s eyes as it must’ve burned in his. Brian had thought they’d throw themselves at each other in a rush of animalistic need, but the atmosphere in the truck was different somehow.

  Slower. Sexier.

  Rush reached for Brian and slipped his hand around Brian’s neck, his fingers burying themselves in Brian’s short hair. As Rush’s thumb stroked his jaw, Brian could feel the man’s calloused skin easing across his day’s growth of beard. It was heaven and his cock begged for release.

  Those blue eyes held him in a grip. Nothing existed but him and Rush, the cab of the truck and this moment. Rush pulled him forward, gentle yet firm. Brian slid across the bench and reached for Rush. He placed his hand on Rush’s thigh and curled over it. Rush’s lips parted, Brian closed his eyes and they met in a tender kiss. Soft, yet firm full lips cradled his, and he sighed into them. Rush’s other hand dropped from the back of the bench to join the other in cupping Brian’s head and controlling the kiss.

  Lingering, they separated, joined again, and deepened the kiss. Rush played his tongue across Brian’s lips, gathered Brian’s bottom lip with his teeth and gave it a soft tug. Brian groaned and, eager for Rush’s tongue, opened his mouth.

  Rush entered, tongue searching. He stroked Brian’s tongue, circled it and withdrew. Rush tasted faintly of spearmint toothpaste and just a hint of cigarette. Delicious. Brian committed the flavor to memory.

  He slipped his tongue into Rush’s mouth where it was captured and thoroughly sucked. Brian’s balls tightened and he knew just kissing Rush could make him come.

  Not yet. Hell no. He needed so much more.

  Gliding his hand up Rush’s leg to his crotch, Brian avoided touching Rush’s straining erection. He pulled his tongue away and they parted. Rush sighed and rested his head against Brian’s forehead.

  “Darlin’, darlin’, darlin’,” he whispered. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

  “I want it to be perfect.”

  “Just like your fantasy?”

  “Yeah. Silly, huh?”

  “No. Let’s make it come true.” Rush leaned back and unbuckled his belt.

  Brian flipped open each of the cowboy’s shining metal fly buttons and opened the jeans. Rush’s breathing was harsh, hungry, and crowded out all other sound from Brian’s ears.

  Rush lifted his ass off the seat as Brian tugged his jeans and briefs down to cup Rush’s cock and balls, then moved the soft cotton fabric up to showcase his package.

  “Beautiful. Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” Brian moaned as he gazed down between Rush’s muscular thighs.

  Rush’s long, thick cock, engorged and ready, lay against his belly. His balls, the pink skin of his sac stretched tight, were large and round and tempted Brian to taste them. Rush stroked over his shaft then slid his hand to his belly to push up his shirt.

  Brian didn’t know where to start.

  “Your lips on my cock would be incredible, darlin’.” Rush was certainly not shy about asking for what he wanted.

  “Just couldn’t make up my mind. They both look so fucking good.” Brian took Rush’s cock in his hand and pumped it. Rush groaned and laid his head back into the corner of the cabin.

  Squeezing pre-cum from the slit of the blood-infused head, Brian bent down to lick it. He swirled his tongue over the cap, bathing it with the salty droplet. As he circled the rim and slipped down the shaft, Brian felt the thick veins that supplied the cock with its power to stand upright and glorious.

  “Goddamn, darlin’, you’ve got the sweetest tongue. It’s so hot. I can feel your heat on my dick.” Rush buried his hands in Brian’s hair. “But you’re killing me. I need you to take me in your mouth.”

  “Not yet.” Brian smiled up at him.

  “Shit.” Rush’s head fell back. “You’re going to make me suffer, aren’t you?”

  “We’ll see who screams first, cowboy.”

  Brian moved to Rush’s balls, laving them with the moisture from his mouth until they glistened. His lips cradled the tip of his tongue as he ran them over each hard egg then up Rush’s shaft.

  Rush’s hips rose, reaching for another lick from Brian.

  “You want more?” Brian asked, his voice husky and thick with arousal.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Suck me, darlin’. I need you to suck me off.” He stroked Brian’s head, and his fingers worked their way through his hair as he pressed him down.

  Brian sucked one ball into his mouth, and Rush cried out. Running his tongue around the choice nut, Brian loved the taste. A little salty, a little musky, all Rush. God, what would his cum taste like? He needed to know.

  Moving to the other one, he gave it proper attention as Rush bucked his hips and muffled a shout. Brian pulled it, stretching the ball away from Rush’s body.

  “Goddamn!” Rush yelled.

  Brian let it go and it sprang
back to nest against the cowboy’s groin. The sight turned Brian on and his cock jerked in his jeans.

  “That was almost a scream,” Brian taunted.

  “Darlin’, you’re going to know when I scream. Promise you.” Urging to him to take his dick again, Rush pushed down on Brian’s head.

  It was time to give Rush what he wanted. Brian wanted it also, and if he didn’t move it along, he’d be coming in his jeans before he got a chance to go down on Rush.

  Brian held Rush’s thick member upright and swallowed it all the way down to the root until its tip hit the back of his throat.

  “Goddamn! You fucking bastard,” Rush cried out when Brian swallowed him. And swallowed and—oh, goddamn—took him until Brian’s lips touched his body. Eight fucking inches down Brian’s magnificent throat. Rush’s balls tightened, ready to shoot.

  Then Brian swallowed and his throat massaged Rush’s dick.

  “Oh shit,” he groaned. “Not yet, not yet.” His head thrashed as he struggled to stop the orgasm that was building in his balls.

  Brian pulled back, slipped his lips over the soft, sensitive skin of his cock, hen swirled his tongue around the tip. “No, not yet.”

  Looking down, Rush watched Brian glance up at him, then hungrily took his cock again. Several deep swallows threatened Rush’s resolve. He knew that when he came, it would be so good he was going to scream. And at this point, he didn’t care if he lost the bet. He just wanted to come with Brian’s lips on his dick.

  Rush thrust his hips, and Brian rode him, let him pump into his mouth, so warm, so wet. Fuck, what would Brian’s ass be like surrounding his cock?

  Brian had his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Goddamn, Rush was in heaven. Jerking him off, sucking him off, Brian brought him off like no one else ever had.

  All Rush knew was that he wanted Brian.

  His balls slammed into him, and in that exquisite moment, he hung on the edge of release. “Brian, oh, darlin’, I can’t hold back.” With a shudder that racked his entire body, it broke over him, flooding past all his defenses. His cum fired down his cock and exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm.