Dogtags and Cowboy Boots

by Sean Michael

  His fingers slid through Rig's short hair, petting. He got a low hum, lips wrapping around him, starting to pull, to give him just what he wanted. It was so fucking good. Like nothing else ever and he was pretty much purring, just fucking enjoying the hell out of Rig's mouth.

  He'd had it -- over and over for a long damn time -- but it was still just it. Just fucking right. Rig knew exactly what he liked, exactly how to make it last, make it slowly build until he was just pumping with his hips and filling that hot mouth over and over again. Long fingers moved up, over his abs, to his pecs, Rig's eyes closed, loving it. Slut.

  His.

  "Fucking something else, Rig." He stroked Rig's skin and then held onto his head, held it in place as he started to hump, pushing deep into Rig's mouth, cock hitting the back of Rig's throat. Rig let him in and in, swallowing around his prick, eyes just rolling.

  "Fuck!' His hips were snapping, out of control and just fucking humping Rig's face and then he was shouting, coming hard and deep inside Rig's mouth. His hungry Rabbit didn't miss a drop, just kept working him, drawing it out. The shivers and shudders that shook him now were almost better than his orgasm had been, the look on Rig's face about as blissful as he felt.

  Those hands started moving, petting and stroking, tickling a little.

  He chuckled, prick sliding out of Rig's mouth. "It a tickle war you were wishing for on your birthday, Rabbit?"

  "Are we calling it tickling now, Blue?" Those fuck-swollen lips were licked, turned up into a smile.

  "We can call it anything you want. Long as you don't forget to call me for it." He winked and slid his fingers down into Rig's sweatshirt, touching those sensitive little titties. "Come to bed. Maybe we'll even wake the kid in time for the celebratory fucking."

  "Sounds perfect." Rig stood, pushed right into his arms and rubbed. He chuckled and bent, taking Rig up into a fireman's carry and heading off to the bedroom. Rig’s laugh rang out, hands grabbing his ass and squeezing. "Neanderthal!"

  "You know it." He reached up and squeezed Rig's ass back, thumb pushing beneath the shorty-short-shorts to slide along Rig's crack. Man wasn't wearing any underwear. "Slut."

  "Yours." Those thighs parted, gave him access.

  "Absolutely." He slid his thumb into Rig's ass, the heat there just grabbing at him. "All fucking mine."

  "Mine, too." Dick was sitting up in bed, grinning at them. "You playing Neanderthal again, Rock?"

  Rock nodded. "It was on his birthday wish list."

  Rig slapped his ass, chuckles a little breathless. The kid laughed and held out his arms and Rock deposited his favorite redneck in them, plopping down next to his lovers. "You want to know what else was on his list?"

  Dick nodded before diving in and giving Rig a nice, long kiss that was pretty as anything. Plenty of tongue, if he wasn't mistaken.

  "A piece of the Rocketman."

  Dick looked up and grinned as the kiss ended. "I could tell he already had that."

  "Yeah, well he's wanting a piece for his ass, too."

  Dick laughed. "You have anything on that list that doesn't involve sex, Rig?"

  "There are things that don't involve sex?" Rig grinned, licked Dick's lips. "I want to go have Mexican food for supper."

  "Cool. We can do that, can't we, Rock?"

  "I don't see why the hell not." They'd need a good supper out after having fucked their brains out all day.

  "Anything else?" Dick asked. "Because my present is wrapped."

  "Show off," Rock accused with a wink.

  "You. Both of you. All day."

  Dick lifted the cover and looked down at himself. "I forgot a bow, but I'm very enthusiastic."

  "Enthusiasm counts." Rig chuckled, sliding to start kissing Dick's belly, shorty-short covered ass tempting the hell out of him.

  "Am I allowed to rip the wrapping off my gift?" he asked, sliding his finger back up under Rig's shorts.

  Dick laughed and then moaned, hands dropping to Rig's head.

  "They're your shorts, Rocketman." He laughed, grabbing two handfuls and splitting them, exposing the sweetest ass ever. Clothes were replaceable. Well, that just seemed to tickle Dick just right, the kid falling back into the pillows and laughing like crazy. Rig looked back at him, grinning. "Brute."

  He gave Rig a slow smile. "Oh, no, that wasn't brutish. This? Is." He leaned in and got a mouthful of ass, biting.

  "Fuck!" Rig jerked, ending up in Dick's arms.

  Rock purred, followed, biting turning into sucking and then he was sliding his tongue along Rig's crease. Dick was still laughing, shaking his head. Rig, though? Oh, his Rabbit wasn't laughing, not at all. Rig shivered, spread.

  "Good thing it's your birthday," he murmured. "You're allowed being greedy."

  Dick grinned, chortles finally quieting. "What's your excuse the other 364 days, Rock?"

  "Have you seen this ass, kid? Felt that mouth around your prick? That's a no-brainer." Rig hummed for him, blushed, ass to cheeks. "Aint' that pretty, kid?"

  Dick was smiling, fingers moving on Rig. "Sure is. We gonna do real presents soon?" Dick asked, drawing circles on Rig's back.

  Rock snorted. "This?" he said, grabbing his prick and rubbing it along Rig's crack. "Is a real gift."

  "Blue... Don't tease." Rig groaned, pushed back into his touch.

  "Am I teasing?" he rubbed again, making sure Rig was wet with spit and pre-cum before pushing the head of his cock just barely in.

  "Uh... uh-huh..." Rig's body rippled. Horny bastard. His horny bastard. He pushed the rest of the way in, nice and slow. Fucking sweet. And tight. And hot. And gripping him like crazy. Rig was a full service fuck. Rig's head came up, "Oh, fuck. Yes."

  "Uh-huh." He nodded, grinned at Dick.

  "And you call Rig the slut," teased Dick.

  "He is. He's just not the only one." He winked and started to move. Rig pushed back, wanting him, riding him. "Better hurry up, kid. I'm on gift number two."

  Dick laughed the sound happy and he pushed the covers away, shifting up a little so Rig could reach his cock.

  "Mmm... all for me." Rig nuzzled Dick's pubes for a little bit, teasing. That started up the kid's noises, the perfect soundtrack.

  He kept his own movements slow, letting Rig get a chance to catch the kid up to them. It didn't take that fine mouth long, either, Dick's fingers digging into Rig's shoulders. As soon as he could read Dick's need flaring, he started to move harder, faster, shifting until he found Rig's sweet little button. Rig flushed dark, entire body shuddering and Dick bucked, eyes just rolling. Oh, yeah. Right there. He kept pegging that spot again and then again, hand sliding down to wrap around Rig's cock.

  Rig jerked, ass squeezing him tight as a fist, making him groan with it.

  "Fuck, Rig. Good." He grunted, riding it until Rig started moving with him again and then all bets were off. Hard and fast, pushing toward the finish line. Dick went off first, Rig's head bobbing furiously, ass working him in time. He slid his thumb across Rig's prick, no way he was leaving Rig behind. Rig jerked, spine arching, heat spraying over his thumb, just like that. Oh yeah. He pushed into Rig a couple more times before coming, filling his Rabbit.

  Rig shivered, breathing hard. "Oh, fuck yes."

  Rock nodded, letting Rig take some of his weight. "Don't let it be said I don't know what my man wants for his birthday."

  Rig nodded, that hum so satisfied. "You know it."

  Dick giggled. "Does that mean I should take the stuff I bought you back to the store?"

  "Suck up," he mouthed over Rig's head at the kid. Dick stuck out his tongue.

  "Gimme my goodies, kid." Rig chuckled. "Teasing the birthday boy is mean."

  Rock laughed and pulled out, and settled next to the kid. Dick pulled out a box, full of gifts. "Oh, you are trying to show me up, kid."

  Dick shook his head. "Just trying to keep up, Rock."

  Rig blinked. "All these for me?"

  Dick blushed and nodded. "It's not as much as it looks, real
ly."

  Rock just grinned. The kid was so sweet on Rig. It was cute. Rig opened the presents -- books and a mug with the damned dog's picture on it, another cowboy shirt and weird-assed cowboy boot cufflinks that even he had to admit were cute and Rig exclaimed over.

  Dick grinned, looking pleased. "You like?"

  Rig pounced the kid, kissing him good and hard. "I like."

  Dick took a second kiss and then a third and Rock had to clear his throat. "My turn." He passed over the smallish box, the wrapping a little shabby, but a bow that more than made up for that.

  "Oooh." Rig grinned, eyes just all lit up as he unwrapped. "Oh, Rock. A camera. Wicked."

  It was his turn for a long, happy kiss, those grey eyes dancing. He purred into Rig's mouth, fingers sliding on that skin. The kid pushed up behind Rig, pressing them together. Damn, he did like the way his Rabbit tasted, well-fucked and happy. His hand slid down along Rig's body, just enjoying that smooth skin, the lovely taste in his mouth. Rig hummed, the kiss going deeper.

  "Always hungry," murmured Dick. "Gotta love that."

  Yeah, you did.

  Rig's hand cupped his head, tilting him, the kiss just stealing his fucking breath. He moaned, hips sliding forward, cock rubbing against Rig's belly. Rig moaned, rocking between them, eyes watching him close. He let Rig see it all, let him see how it made him feel to have Rig in his arms. He got a smile, a sweet low moan. He purred again, fingers starting to move with intent. Slow and touching and sweet was all well and good, eventually they needed more. He could see the effect his touches had in Rig's eyes. The kid started moving behind Rig, sliding them all together.

  Fuck, yes. Rig moaned, cock filling, getting hot alongside his own.

  "Keep it up, kid, he's liking that."

  Dick grinned and bent, mouth sliding on Rig's neck. Rig shivered, hips starting to work with intent. They rubbed off on each other, bodies moving together, working for something good. They were all in sync, moans and grunts, sighs and sweet groans. His fingers met Dick's on Rig's hard little nipple and he chuckled into Rig's mouth, found the other one, squeezing and teasing it. Rig bucked, eyes rolling, pushing hard against him. So fucking sensitive.

  He growled happily into Rig's mouth, the three of them moving faster together, Rig's pleasure spurring his, the kid's. Rig moaned for him, starting to shake, to need. He reached down for the kid's cock, rubbed it along Rig's crack. "He should still be loose, kid."

  Dick moaned and pushed, following his guidance.

  "Oh..." Rig rippled, lips parted, looking just like pure sex.

  "You like that, Rabbit? Like that long prick going where mine was just a bit ago?"

  "Yes... So deep..." Rig's head fell back, the moan fucking sweet.

  He growled, mouth going to Rig's neck, that spot made his Rabbit shiver almost as much as those little titties. The kid's tongue slid along his lips, teasing both him and Rig. Rig cried out, damn near bouncing on Dick's cock, hands on his shoulders.

  "Sexy fucker," he murmured. His opinion was echoed by Dick, the kid giving him a gasped "yes".

  He shifted, pushing his cock with Rig's, wrapping a hand around them both. The grunt he got came from deep inside Rig, the man shaking.

  "Fuck, yes." His hand pumped harder, leg sliding between Rig's.

  "Uh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh." Rig nodded, throat working as that cock throbbed in his hand.

  "Harder, kid, he can still do more than grunt."

  Dick thrust harder, the movement sending Rig's cock sliding against his own, through his hand. Rig shook, eyes wide, jerking. "Fuck!"

  "Yeah, that's right. We're fucking." He chuckled, the sound husky with his own need. "Harder kid, send him over."

  It was a thing of fucking beauty, his Rabbit coming, bucking, just lost in it. He leaned in and kissed Rig, tasting the pleasure on Rig's lips as he came. Then Rock leaned in further, kissing the kid just as hard, feeling him buck into Rig, swallowing his cry.

  Rig leaned into him, cuddling, coming down. "So fucking fine."

  And that was all he needed to hear. With a grunt, he came, heat splashing up over his fingers, coating his and Rig's bellies.

  They slumped together, all tangled and sweaty and happy. Rig groaned, snuggling in. "Damn."

  "Not a bad start to your birthday," murmured Rock. "Even if it is..." He turned to check the time, groaning. "Not even eight a.m."

  "Damn. Naptime. Then pancakes." Rig snuggled. "And more fucking."

  "Yes, sir. Your day. You rule the roost." He gave Dick a wink, the kid grinning at him.

  Rig was already almost asleep, making lazy little happy sounds.

  He settled, too, pleased he'd taken the time to get up early and do Rig. A little sacrifice like that was more than worth that look on his Rabbit's face.

  June 2005

  Rock's shoulder was aching something fierce and he was trying to ignore it. It was the fucking weekend -- he wasn't letting an on the job injury ruin his damned weekend.

  He got his blow and fucked Rig and Dick both into curled up balls of nap on the bed. Then he had coffee and a fucking fine breakfast courtesy of his Rabbit. Biscuits with sausage gravy, sausages and scrambled eggs, coffee. Then the work out and he soldiered through it and if he skimped on the arm curls, well there was no one there to count as the kid had gone out with the other privates on some bonding thing.

  Rock snorted. Bonding. Like the baby greens needed more than their greenhood to bond them.

  A shower had helped and now the shoulder had settled into a dull ache that he would be able to ignore better if there was something on the fucking tube to watch. And where the hell was Rig anyway? They were scheduled to do the fucking shopping tomorrow -- Rig was supposed to be around today.

  He rolled his shoulder a little, wincing. Damn. It wasn't really getting any better. Maybe he'd take his Rabbit out for dinner. He wanted a nice thick steak and a potato with all the fucking fixings. Twice.

  "Okay Blue, you've been favoring that shoulder since Thursday. 'fess up." Rig's voice came from behind him, hitting him a second after the smell of Icy Hot. Those fingers landed on his still bare skin all slick and sure and oh...

  Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there. Damn.

  There was something to be said for not having to soldier through something. He groaned, letting his head drop forward. "Don't stop."

  "Not planning to. Lord, Rock, you're as tight as a boar's ass." The massage kept on, the touch getting hot, making his toes curl as it eased things. Rig was talking some, random bullshit about this and that, nothing he had to listen to or pretend to give a shit about later, just chatter to fill the space.

  He was practically purring before too long, the remote falling out of his hands. Oh, he owed Rig. Had an idea or two on how he'd pay up, too.

  "Mmm... that's it. That's better." Those hot lips brushed his jaw, his ear, breath just barely blowing.

  He purred, head tilting back. "Yeah. It is."

  "Sexy marine." Rig moaned, mouth moving down the side of his neck. "Beautiful fucking man."

  "You still like what you see, Rig?"

  "You know it. Was fucking made for you." Those eyes caught his, shining and happy, warm as fuck.

  "Come around here," he growled. "And I'll show you just what you were made for."

  "Promises, promises." Rig's hands left him just long enough to get a lapful of redneck, all long legs and arms.

  He wrapped his good arm around Rig, grabbing a handful of jeans-clad ass and squeezing as their mouths met in a kiss that made him forget all about aches and pains. Rig gave back as good as he got, tongue pushing in, just fucking his lips like nothing else ever.

  He purred and growled and sucked on Rig's tongue, free hand tugging at Rig's zipper. There wasn't a pain in the world that would stop him from fucking his Rabbit.

  He could smell Rig -- the mixture of musk and soap and sunshine just barely charged with the scents of him and the kid -- fucking hot. He got hold of Rig's cock, his own pretty fucking hard already. Something
about the smell of his Rabbit and the feeling of him wriggling and eager.

  "Mmm..." Rig groaned, rocking up into his hand, eyes just rolling.

  "Gonna ride me, Rig? Gonna take the Rocketman to the sky?"

  "Hell, yes. Your shoulder good for it? Don't wanna... Oh. Feels so good..."

  He grinned. "It's not my shoulder you're going to fuck, Rig."

  "You're going to be doing the fucking, stud."

  "No, I'm going to sit here and you're going to ride me. That's how the real studs do it." He winked at Rig and got his own jeans undone, letting Rig get a good look at his prick.

  Rig leaned down, nuzzled his cock, tongue dragging a little over the tip. He groaned as pleasure shot from Rig's tongue straight through his cock and down to his balls.

  "Mmm... yeah." That fucking amazing mouth slid all the way down, lips so fucking hot on his nuts.

  "Fuck. Rig." He wrapped his hands in Rig's hair, working hard not to hold Rig down there.

  Rig nodded, licking and lapping, eyes closed, the look on his Rabbit's face fucking fine.

  "You were going to go for a ride," he noted. Not that he wanted Rig to stop, not for a fucking second, but he could be generous and he'd promised Rig a ride.

  "Oh. Oh, Hell yes." Rig worked his way back up his prick, paying good attention to the tip, sucking and licking and getting it good and wet.

  Rock's eyes rolled. "Better hurry, Rabbit."

  Rig got the rest of the way naked, straddled his lap with a moan. "Want it, Blue. Want every fucking inch."

  "All yours. Every fucking inch." He grinned, hands landing on Rig's hips, wrapping around them and tugging him down.

  Rig arched, lips parting as that fine, cowboy ass just squeezing him tight.

  "Now that's medicine." He grinned and encouraged Rig to ride up.

  Rig moved, sliding up and down, riding him nice and easy.

  "You do that like a pro," he murmured, fingers pushing up under Rig's t-shirt, searching for those little nipples.

  "People... people get paid for this?" Those grey eyes just danced.