Severe Side Winds Ahead

by Kendel Duncan

  Kelly shoved his sweats down his legs and did the same to Cole’s then he fell on top of the man, “God, Cole, I’m so fucking sorry I left you.”

  Cole’s finger dug into Kelly’s waist and he squeezed, “Kel? Are you back now? Are you here with me now?”

  “God, yes, I am.”

  “Prove it to me. Make love to me, Kelly. Show me how it’s supposed to feel.”

  With a groan, Kelly crushed his mouth over Cole’s, claiming it, owning it, devouring it, until Cole was forced to yank away to gasp in air.

  Kelly moved his mouth along Cole’s neck, kissing and sucking as he felt Cole grinding his hard dick up into Kelly’s belly until Cole whispered, “Babe, please, touch me.”

  Kelly’s hand was shaking as he reached blindly for the lube and he knew he needed to take a moment to get under control or he could risk hurting Cole if he wasn’t careful.

  He sat up to his knees, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m so fucking scared, Cole.”

  He felt Cole lift up and as the man peppered gentle kisses along Kelly’s jaw, he took the lube from his hand, squirted it over his own fingers and then reached down and slid them into his body.

  Kelly leaned back and watched them slide in and out a few times and then he clasped Cole’s wrist to still his hand, whispered, “Mine,” and he gently pulled them out. He lubed up his own fingers and when he slid two inside….they both groaned.

  “Cole,” Kelly whispered against his lips as his fingers slid in and out of his body.

  Cole’s upper body slowly fell back down onto the bed and he squeezed Kelly’s biceps, “Oh, God,” he said with a moan as he arched his back, “More.”

  Kelly pulled his head back to watch Cole’s face and then he curved his fingers, seeking out that bundle of nerves.

  And when he found it and saw the surprise, saw the wonder and saw the ecstasy on Cole’s face, that’s when he knew….despite the shit that they had both been through in their lives….this moment, this one thing, this was theirs and theirs alone. He curved his body over and closed his mouth over Cole’s leaking dick as he brushed his fingers over that bundle of nerves.

  “Fuck, Kel, ohshit, fuck!” Cole cried out.

  As much as Kelly would love to make Cole cum right then, he had a different agenda in mind so he let the man’s cock fall from his mouth as he kissed up his belly and chest.

  “Fffffuuuuuucccckkkkkk,” Cole mumbled as Kelly smiled against his lips.

  “You want more babe?”

  Cole’s entire body was shaking, “More of that? Hell yes,” Cole whispered as his eyes fluttered open to watch Kelly. But when he reached for a condom, Cole closed his hand over Kelly’s, “I’m clean, Kel, are you?”

  Kelly froze, “Uh, yeah, have to be in my line of work. They test us every six months. But, Cole, are you…”

  “Please, Kel, I want to feel you, I want to feel it all.”

  That was all Kelly needed to hear. His mouth fell back onto Cole’s as his lubed fingers reached between their bodies and slicked up his, holy-fucking-shit, bare cock. Then he gripped the slippery fucker as best as he could and rubbed the tip up and down over Cole’s crack to orient himself. Then, just as he positioned it against Cole’s tight pucker, he looked down into his eyes and whispered, “It’s you, Cole, it’s always been you,” and then he began to press inside.

  He felt the tears almost immediately as Cole’s body opened up to let him inside but he didn’t give a shit about stopping them. This was so much more than fucking and they both knew it so why bother stopping a few tears?

  The second he bottomed out he wrapped his arms around Cole’s shoulders and kissed him gently, “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Better than. God, you’re huge.”

  Kelly pulled back and grinned at him.

  “Do it babe. Fill me up, make me soar,” Cole whispered.

  “Fuck, I love you so much,” Kelly said as he pulled his hips back and slowly pushed them back inside.

  “Oh God, love you too but harder,” Cole said as he wrapped his legs around the backs of Kelly’s thighs.

  Kelly tucked his knees underneath and began hammering his dick and, fuck, the tightness, the slick heat, the way Cole was squeezing him, it was heaven, pure fucking heaven.

  “Yes, Kelly, yes!” Cole cried, “I’m so close.”

  Kelly lifted up even higher and tucked his arms under Cole’s knees, pushing them back towards his chest and then, “Oh, fuck, Cole, fuck, I can feel you, goddamnit I can feel you,” he groaned as his dick pegged Cole’s prostate on every stroke.

  They locked eyes and Kelly knew that Cole was right on the edge but he just didn’t know how to get over it so he said, “Do it babe, show me how you touched yourself when we were together all those mornings.”

  Cole’s eyes went wide and then his fingers slid around just the head of his cock, rubbed through the slit and on the bottom of it a few times and then….

  “Oh fuck, Kelly!” Cole cried as his dick began painting his chest, his chin, his cheek, his pillow, with white stripes of cum.

  And that sent Kelly right over the fucking edge. “Yes, Cole, yes!” he moaned as he buried his dick as far as it could go and felt as it throbbed and pulsed and filled his man with everything he had. Even after his last drop had been spilled and his dick was so sensitive he wanted to scream, he couldn’t pull out, instead he just gave tiny thrusts in and out, feeling his release everywhere, and never wanting to leave.

  And at some point, he didn’t, laying his head down on Cole’s chest, his dick still in the man’s ass, and they both fell asleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tiny was going to kiss him. He was going to fucking kiss him. Every instinct in Blake’s body screamed at him to push the man away, to yell at him to back the fuck off.

  But for once in his life, Blake Thornton told all his inner voices to shut the hell up.

  Because he wanted this, he really fucking wanted this.

  Tiny stepped closer to him, his huge body dwarfing Blake’s by a good three inches in height, not to mention how much bigger he was around. Not fat, but the guy was built like a fucking tank. And then his hand came up and gripped the hair at the back of Blake’s head, and he yanked it back.

  “Oh fuck,” Blake said with a groan.

  “Let me in, Blake,” Tiny said with a growl and Blake knew the man was demanding a lot more than just opening his mouth.

  “I’ll try, Tiny,” he whispered.

  It was the most honest thing he had probably said in his entire life.

  “It’s a start,” Tiny said and then he plunged his tongue inside of Blake’s mouth.

  It wasn’t gentle.

  It wasn’t sweet.

  It was hard and brutal and all-consuming and mind-blowing….and it was everything that Blake needed to tear down his walls.

  His knees buckled but Tiny’s other arm around his waist kept him on his feet, his dick shot to molten steel in an instant, but he didn’t give a fuck if he came in his fucking pants like a school boy. This was his first fucking kiss, damn it, he was supposed to shoot off like a rocket, right?

  Tiny began moving his mouth along Blake’s jaw and down his neck, kissing and biting and sucking as he went, and now Blake knew for sure he was gonna lose it because, damn, the man’s mouth was……amazing.

  He gripped what he could of Tiny’s arms as he pumped his hips, trying to get something, anything, to touch his aching dick. “Tiny, I’m gonna, I need…”

  “What, Blake? Tell me what you need,” Tiny said with a growl as the hand behind Blake’s head moved around and, “Motherfucker!” it squeezed Blake’s nipple.

  “Touch me, fuck, please fucking touch me.”

  Tiny pulled back to stare into Blake’s eyes, “Your running days are over, am I clear?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes, please!”

  The next thing Blake heard were buttons and zippers and then both his pants and Tiny’s were shoved down to their knees. />
  And then….

  “Oh God,” Blake cried out when he felt Tiny’s big beefy hand wrap around not only his dick but also his own dick too, jerking them together.

  Yeah, Tiny’s big fucking cock was pressed up against Blake’s.

  And suddenly it was too much.

  Panic filled his eyes as he rose to his toes, “Fuck, I, shit, I, c-c-can’t.”

  “You can, babe. Look at how perfect they fit together. Fuck, we were made for each other, Blake. Look at us, watch us,” Tiny said as he tilted Blake’s head down to look at their joined cocks.

  “I can’t,” Blake whispered.

  Tiny pressed a kiss to the side of Blake’s head, “Yes you can,” he said as he stroked up and back, “Feel that, feel how amazing it is. This is good, Blake, how can it not be?”

  How can it not be?

  Those words rang around in Blake’s head as he watched Tiny’s hand. How could something that felt this good not be right?

  Blake’s hands shot out to grab onto Tiny’s waist, “Fuck, I’m gonna…..”

  And that was the last thing he managed to say before his orgasm finally took him over the edge.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Tiny said with a moan as his own cock joined Blake’s as it pulsed out its release all over Tiny’s hand and on their shirts.

  Tiny held Blake’s body as it trembled, cupping his hand on the back of his neck to offer him some tenderness. But when he felt the dampness of a few tears wash over the arm that still held their spent cocks, that’s when he finally lifted his head.

  “Don’t, Blake, please don’t cry,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the man’s forehead.

  “Would you believe me if I told you these were happy tears?”

  “What?” Tiny said with a gasp as he pulled back to look into Blake’s eyes.

  And the shy, sweet smile that broke out on the man’s face was enough to melt Tiny’s huge, bitter heart.

  “I, I, that was fucking awesome and I’m already kind of wondering when we can do it again,” he said as he blushed.

  Tiny chuckled, “The answer to that is any time you fucking want to, babe.”

  Blake leaned forward like he was going to kiss Tiny but the shrill ring of a cell phone broke them apart.

  “It’s not mine,” Tiny said with a grin.

  Blake looked around and saw his lying on the wood floor in the dining room, “Shit,” he said as he tucked in and zipped up as he walked over.

  He swiped it off the floor on the fourth ring, “Yeah, Logan, what’s up?” he said as he put the phone on speaker.

  “Someone’s trying to access the gate. You need to get him out, you need to get the fuck out right now!”

  Blake’s face fell as he shove the phone in his pocket, grabbed his kit bag and swung it over his shoulder and then he stomped back over to Tiny. “You do everything I say from this moment forward. If I say jump, you ask how high, if I say run, you move your fucking ass, and if I say duck, for God’s sake, duck, clear?”

  “Got it,” Tiny said with a dip of his chin.

  They heard what sounded like a small explosion out by the gate. “They’re going to expect us to go for a car in the garage and get out that way, so we won’t. Hope you’re prepared for a hike, mister Murphy.”

  “As long as I’m with you I can handle anything,” Tiny said, although the slight tremble in his voice gave away that the man was actually afraid.

  “Let’s see if you say that again in the morning. Come on. Back door, now!” Blake said as he grabbed Tiny by the hand and pulled him towards the French doors leading out to his huge backyard.

  Blake had already studied the man’s property for just such a scenario. It’s what he had been doing for hours when Tiny had gotten him all hot and bothered with his hard dick, masturbation comment earlier that night. Even though there was a secure fence surrounding Tiny’s property, Blake had noted that there were two gates that could be used to access the ten plus acres of forested land that ran behind his property.

  “The gates, I’m assuming they’re locked?” Blake said as they ran.

  “Yes, weatherproof combination locks.”

  “I hope you’re good under pressure, Murphy.”

  “I guess you’ll find out.”

  Blake pulled them to a stop at the south side gate and Tiny quickly got to work spinning the dial on the lock. “Just in case something happens, the combination to both of these is my mother’s birthdate. Do you know that from my file?”

  “I do, but nothing’s going to happen on my watch, Tiny. I won’t let it.”

  “MURPHY!” a voice bellowed from inside Tiny’s home, “You cheating fucking bastard! You think you can stick your dick wherever you fucking want without consequences? Think again! You belong to me and it’s time you fucking got that through your thick fucking skull!”

  Tiny frowned, “Why does that voice sound familiar?” he mumbled as the lock popped open.

  Then the sound of a bullet whizzed by Blake, narrowly missing his head by mere millimeters and hit the iron fence behind him.

  He grabbed Tiny’s arm as he growled, “Yeah? Well figure that out some other time. I’d like to keep my head on my fucking body if you don’t mind, okay?”

  He flung the gate open and shoved Tiny through then after he went through he relocked it to try to slow down their attacker.

  He led Tiny towards where he knew a trail was and, “There are several old underground bunkers in these woods. Do you know if any of them are accessible?”

  “No clue. I’ve seen them when I wandered around back here right after I bought the place but never tried to get into them. They kind of creeped me out.”

  Suddenly Tiny’s phone pinged with an incoming text.

  Blake glared at him, “That should be on vibrate and you should check it. It’s probably from him.”

  Tiny pulled the phone from his pocket and his feet froze, “Oh fuck no,” he said a gasp as he leaned an arm against a nearby tree. He held the phone out to Blake. Blake frowned as he saw a picture of a naked man, his arms handcuffed over his head to what looked like a lead pipe, his toes barely touching whatever floor he was on. The camera must’ve been mounted on a tripod because someone was behind the man and it looked like whoever it was, was naked too and doing God knows what to the beaten and bloody man. “I’m going to be sick,” Tiny muttered just before he leaned over and wretched onto the ground.

  Blake looked at the photo again and noticed that the assailant was not only violating the man but he was also holding his head up so his face could be recognized in the photo. And below it was the text, His hole is tight but not as tight as yours. He dies if you don’t come to me.

  “Who is he, Tiny?”

  “Garrett.”

  “Boyfriend?”

  “No, Blake. We used to ride together. Garrett was my friend in the club, my best friend, my straight best friend.”

  “Oh shit.”

  “I haven’t talked to him in at least a year, why the fuck would his asshole go after him? Why, Blake?”

  A noise behind them had Blake jerking Tiny’s arm, “Come on big guy, we need to move.”

  “We have to save him, Blake.”

  “And we will, but you’re my first priority right now,” Blake said as he veered them towards one of the bunkers. Luckily there was a bright moon tonight so they could move fairly well without flashlights but it was still slow going.

  Blake scrolled through his phone while he walked, his Bluetooth tucked into his ear, and pressed dial.

  “Talk to me,” Logan said.

  “Tiny, what’s Garrett’s last name?”

  “Meyers.”

  “I’m sending you a photo. He’s a close friend of Tiny’s. It looks like he’s been kidnapped by our perp in an effort to lure Tiny out.”

  “So, the guy, Garrett, he’s being held?”

  “Worse, Logan. He appears to have been raped.”

  “Motherfucking shit. Is he a former hookup of Tiny’s
?”

  “No. He rode with him in the club. He’s a very close friend and according to Tiny, he’s straight.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with his asshole?”

  “I don’t know. But here’s the thing. Tiny hasn’t talked to Garrett in well over a year. How would this guy know to seek him out unless….”

  “Unless he was a former member of the motorcycle gang too,” Logan said, finishing Blake’s thought for him.

  “Yeah, exactly.”

  “Okay, as soon as you two can slow down, I need you to send me a list of the members of the club,” Logan said.

  “That could happen sooner if we could have an extraction, dude,” Blake mumbled.

  He could hear Logan’s smile as he said, “And here I thought you were some sort of superhero.”

  “Yeah, fuck you, Logan. Want to trade places right now?”

  “Are you saying you can’t handle this, Thornton?”

  “I can handle it, asshole,” Blake said with a growl.

  “I know you can, Blake. And Brent and Travis are on their way to pick you up now. I’m sending the coordinates.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  “Get to them and get safe. We’ll work on things from our end and we’ll talk later,” Logan said then he ended the call.

  Blake’s phone pinged with an incoming text and he opened it and then plugged the coordinates into his map app.

  “This way,” he said as he tugged Tiny’s arm and steered him slightly to the left. His lungs were beginning to burn and he was feeling their exertion in his legs so he could imagine that Tiny was probably feeling it too.

  “Not too far,” he said.

  Tiny’s silence was telling. Blake knew the man was hurting and he was racked with guilt. He wanted nothing more than to comfort the man, to try to make him feel better, but he couldn’t. If he stopped for even one second Tiny’s safety would be compromised and that was unacceptable.

  It was a foreign feeling to him, this wrestling between the need to do his job and the desire to comfort a man who, he realized now, was changing him, changing him in ways that both scared him and excited him.

  Suddenly lights flashed quickly through the trees. “Come on,” he said with a growl as he directed the man towards the waiting car. He yanked open the back door, shoved Tiny inside and fell in behind him. “Go, go!” he said as he looked out the windows into the darkened forest.