FAST Balls (Balls to the Wall Book 4)

by Tara Lain

  Mick stared at Jerry’s blue, blue eyes. Jerry didn’t lie, but sometimes he made things sound a little better than they actually were. “That’s nice of you to say.”

  Jerry sat up, pulling Mick with him. “Hey, man, it’s true. You’re a sexy hunk. Even when I was with another guy and thought you were straight—and mean—I still got hot looking at you. Hell, if you decide you’re gay, I’m going to have to stand guard to keep you to myself.”

  Mick smiled. “I am gay.”

  Jerry cocked his head. “You are?”

  “You know I am. I even told my father I was.”

  Jerry shrugged, but his grin popped his dimples out. “You could have been lying to save me. Besides, I’m not the one who counts.”

  “You are to me.”

  Jerry gazed at him. “Funny, isn’t it? We both think we’re lucky to be with the other one. I’ll bet that’s a good sign.”

  Even though Mick’s chest measured forty-eight inches, it felt too small.

  Jerry nibbled on his ear. “So how do you feel about people knowing you’re gay? Want to go slow?”

  “How do you go slow?”

  “I don’t know. Stay in the closet. Just be roommates to the outside world.”

  Mick inhaled and let it out slowly. “Nah. I’m done lying. Mostly to myself.”

  “You didn’t lie to yourself—you were lied to. It took big courage to change that, man.”

  He looked up at Jerry’s face. “So, I’m gay.”

  “How shall we celebrate?”

  “Maybe you could, uh, fuck me?”

  Jerry laughed. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate being gay than being fucked in the ass. And then we’re going to have a party.”

  “Really?” His voice sounded squeaky.

  “Yep. Hand me the lube, baby.”

  Mick rolled over and pulled the lube from the drawer in the side table, then reached it back to Jerry. Before he rolled back again, Jerry pressed against his back. “Stick out that beautiful butt.”

  Mick giggled. He was doing that a lot lately. He rounded his back and pushed his ass toward Jerry. Jerry kind of tucked his chin near Mick’s ear. “Remember how it feels?” He slid his hand down Mick’s back and slipped two fingers between his parted buttcheeks. Gently, he played around Mick’s hole. “Remember how it feels to have my cock in here?”

  “Yeah.” He couldn’t quite catch his breath.

  The finger went away and came back cooler and stickier. “Take hold of your cock and play with it any way that feels good. You know, like you do when you watch porn.”

  Oh boy. Mick grabbed his dick and started pumping. He was already hard, but the thing swelled even more in his hand.

  “Oh. You’re enthusiastic, aren’t you? What else do you do when you watch porn alone?”

  Blazing ears. “I like to stick my fingers in my butt.”

  Jerry chuckled and slid two well-lubed digits into his hole. “Like this?”

  “Deeper.”

  “Ummm.” He pushed the fingers in farther but didn’t move them. “What else?”

  “I stretch them and push them in and out.” His hips were already shoving back on Jerry’s fingers.

  “Oh, something like this?” He started fucking like mad with his fingers, and shots of electricity lit up Mick’s balls.

  “Oh, yes. Like that.” He couldn’t pump his cock hard enough.

  “Feel good?”

  “So good.”

  “Okay, baby. Time to fuck. Get on your hands and knees. Keep yanking that cock.”

  “Your cast?” He could barely talk.

  “I got it. I’ve been practicing since I knew you wanted it doggy style.”

  “Oh God.” He clambered onto his knees, grabbed his cock with one hand, and fell on his nose. He looked back at Jerry, who was about to split a gut laughing.

  “Okay, don’t worry about your cock for a minute. I’ll handle it. With pleasure.”

  Mick got back up on hands and knees. Jerry’s cockhead pushed against his lubed hole. He shivered and breathed out like Jerry had taught him, then pushed back. In it went, slow at first and then faster.

  Hot, tight, pressure. He breathed.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You ready for the best porn you’ve ever seen?”

  “What?”

  “Look sideways.”

  He glanced over at the mirror, and his eyes froze…. Oh my God. Jerry was on his knee, his casted leg stuck out on the edge of the bed, his high, round buttocks flexed. In front of Jerry, Mick looked like a big animal on all fours. As he watched, Jerry pulled out. His long cock glistened with lube and condom. Then he shoved it back in. Mick’s favorite thing from the first time he ever saw it. Watching a cock disappear into an asshole. This time, it was his own asshole. “Wow.”

  Jerry pulled out and shoved in. Out and in.

  The sight was almost as sexy as the feeling. His gaze riveted to the spot where that beautiful cock penetrated him. Entered him. Became a part of him. And he loved it. More, he—

  “I love you, Jerry.”

  Jerry smiled as he fucked. “Never say stuff in the middle of sex. You could be sorry.”

  Mick panted. “I’m sorry about a lot of things, but none of them is you. I love you.”

  Jerry laughed. “I love you too. I promise to repeat it when I can breathe again. Fuck, you are so sexy.”

  Mick stared at the mirror as pieces of his life fell into place like a mathematical puzzle with every thrust of Jerry’s cock. He pushed back as Jerry shoved in. The friction was heaven. Jerry leaned over his back, all warm and sweaty, and reached an arm around. He grabbed Mick’s cock and squeezed just the way he would have done it himself—but better. “God, Jerry, that’s so great.”

  “I want it to be perfect for you. Perfect.” Jerry pumped Mick’s cock, shooting sparks into his balls and his head. Every particle of energy in his body seemed like it focused in his dick. Some Big Bang loaded and ready.

  Jerry whispered over his back, “I want to fuck you till the day I die.”

  Yes! Bang! A huge ribbon of white shot out of his cock and a beam of fire exploded behind his eyes until every cell vibrated and tingled with it. Jerry. Jerry. Jerry.

  “Oh God, Mick.”

  Even better than coming was making Jerry come.

  Chapter Sixteen

  MAN, DID he feel different than the last time he’d walked up to this restaurant. Jerry felt the warmth of Mick’s big body next to him. No hand holding. Taking this slow.

  “Yoo-hoo. Hey, darling, we’re here. The gang’s all here.” Rodney leaned over the edge of the outside porch of Rick’s and waved. Jerry waved back. He looked up at Mick. “You ready?”

  Mick looked scared shitless, but he nodded.

  Jerry put his hand on that bulging bicep. “If you want to come out, you might as well do it among friends first.”

  Mick nodded again, but his eyes were still wide.

  Jerry laughed and guided Mick up the steps. Inside the noisy restaurant, he leaned down to the hostess. “We’re with the big party on the deck. I know the way.”

  She smiled and nodded.

  They started onto the outdoor eating area, and Mick stopped.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, just the last time I was here, it wasn’t with friends.”

  “I hope this will make up for it.” Mick’s arm felt tense, but he let Jerry guide him over to the big table in the corner that was made up of a lot of smaller tables pushed together. Rick’s had gone out of their way for their famous painter. Or maybe the environmentalist. And it didn’t hurt to have the champion volleyball players who looked like movie stars. Eight dudes sat around the table, and each was a hunk in his own way. He and Mick stopped beside the table. All their faces were upturned and looking right at Mick. Jerry smiled. “Okay, guys, this is my friend, Mick Cassidy.” He looked at the group. Might as well start with the toughest ones first. “Mick, you know Hunter, an
d you kind of know Rodney.”

  Mick’s ears turned that flaming shade of scarlet that was so endearing. He cleared his throat and nodded. “I don’t think there’s any way I can make up for how awful I was to you.”

  Well, hell, the guy was going straight for the apology. Good for him.

  Hunter got up. At a table of gorgeous guys, he still stood out. “Jerry told us about your family and what happened to you. I’m just glad you were able to get out of there.”

  Mick nodded. “Me too.”

  Rodney stood. He came up to Mick’s chest. “I should apologize for beating you up, darling. But of course I won’t. Let’s just hug and be friends.” He stretched his arms up. Mick looked startled, then leaned over and hugged him. Somewhere in the middle, he got this funny smile. Well, damn. He picked Rodney right off the ground. Rod looked down at him. “Okay, point taken.” Mick put the little fireball back on the ground.

  Everyone laughed, and Jerry could hear the ice breaking.

  Jerry stretched out a hand to Sky. The tall, thin environmentalist stood up.

  “Good to see you, man. Where’s Adam?”

  “Good to see you too. He’s traveling on business, but he sent his love.” He stretched out a hand to Mick. “I’m Sky Mickeljohn.”

  Jerry smiled. “I don’t know how I got mixed up with this band of nerds. Painters and college professors and PhDs and stuff. Mick, this is JJ La Rousse.”

  JJ stood up. He was nearly as tall and muscular as Mick. “I’m a mere interior decorator, darling. But I’m so delighted to meet you.”

  Mick looked a little surprised. Yep, JJ was more queen than quarterback, but he gave him a firm handshake.

  Jerry moved down the table. “These three hunks are David Underwood of the Underwood Gallery, and his partners, Gareth and Edge.” Edge stood up beside Mick.

  Jerry looked at David. “See? I told you, man, they could be brothers.”

  “Pleased to meet ya, mate.”

  Mick looked a little overwhelmed.

  “Hey, you don’t have to remember everyone all at once. Let’s sit.”

  They tucked themselves into chairs with their backs to the outside rail. The waiter showed, and they both ordered beer. When he’d gone, Jerry put his hand over Mick’s. Good, he didn’t even pull away. “See, Mick? Gay guys come in all shapes and sizes.”

  Mick looked wide-eyed. “But apparently all gorgeous.”

  JJ chuckled and flipped his scarf. “Ah yes, it’s what we tell the straight world so they’ll perish with jealousy.” Okay. Here goes. He leaned in. “I wanted you all to meet Mick because he’s my new, uh, roommate.”

  Rod dropped his water glass. Jerry laughed. “Not cool, my brother.”

  “When did this happen?”

  “Yesterday evening. After we nearly got killed together, we decided Mick should move in.”

  Hunter frowned. “Got killed?”

  “We’ll explain in detail.”

  Mick put his hand on Jerry’s arm. “But you know we’re not just roommates, right? We’re lovers.”

  All the guys stared at him and burst into laughter together.

  Mick look surprised.

  Hunter smiled at Mick. “Welcome to the world of gay euphemisms.”

  Rodney folded his hands in front of him. “And now we want to hear your entire love story. Don’t skip a minute.”

  Jerry smiled at the big guy. “You want to tell them? Or shall I?”

  Mick nodded. “It’s funny. For me it kind of started with you, Hunter.”

  David rolled his eyes. “Be careful. Rodney’s still lethal.”

  Mick looked worried. “Oh, I didn’t mean—” Then he looked at David’s face and smiled. “Yeah, he kicked some sense into me once—he can do it again.” He looked at Hunter. “But really, I was so confused because you were the first gay man I’d met who was open about it. I’d always heard such horrible things from my father. I’m smart in some ways, but I don’t get people very well. Still, you didn’t seem like what I’d been told you’d be. I think that’s why I was so awful to you. Everything I’d ever known was crumbling under me, and I was trying to hold on. I’m so sorry.”

  Hunter smiled. “Hey, I understand about trying to live somebody else’s life.”

  Rodney rubbed his hands together. “Yes, get to the good part. Get to the sex.”

  Mick shook his head. “The sex didn’t happen for a while. But after that terrible time when you beat some sense into me, Jerry came to the firehouse. Right off, I knew this was the nicest guy I’d ever met. He was everything I wanted to be.”

  JJ leaned in. “This is sounding like a song.”

  Rodney bounced in his chair. “And the sex?”

  Jerry pointed. “You can tell when his ears turn pink we’re getting to the good stuff.”

  Mick stared at the tablecloth, but he grinned. “And that’s when I started noticing he had a pretty great ass.”

  “Yayyyy.” Rod clapped.

  The waiter brought their beers. “What would you like for dinner?”

  Rodney waved a hand at the menus. “Hurry and order. I don’t want to miss a minute.”

  After they’d all ordered and the waiter left, Jerry sipped his beer. “Talk about great asses. Even when I was thinking I was in love with someone else, I kept staring at Mick. He was awful to me—”

  Mick clasped his arm. “I’m so sorry.”

  Jerry covered Mick’s hand with his own. “But I kept looking. Then came the day when he was nice to me, and I was toast.”

  Mick looked at him with the wide green eyes. “I still don’t understand why?”

  Jerry touched that strong jaw. The other guys were staring, and that was fine with him. It would take a lot of love to make up for what Mick had lived through. “You’re my hero. You got shoveled hate from the time you were born and still found a way to help people, man. You’re so brainy, but you see the brains in other people. You make me feel—good.”

  Gareth cocked his head. “What does that mean, Jerry?”

  “Like powerful, and good, and important, and—smart.” Damn, that was right. He looked at Mick. “You make me feel smart. I’m honored that you love me.”

  Sky sat forward in his chair. He was definitely the strong, silent one, so when he talked, people listened. “I never would have realized I loved Adam if it wasn’t for you, Jerry. You made me look at my feelings. That’s pretty damned smart, I’d say.”

  Rod leaned over and took Jerry’s hand. “And Hunter and I would never have gotten together without you.”

  Jerry laughed. “Without me being so dumb, you mean.”

  Rod looked perfectly serious. “No, without you being so kind and wise.”

  Mick nudged him. “See? I told you.”

  He looked around at the group. Who ever had better friends? Yeah, maybe he’d helped them a little, but never as much as they helped him. He laughed. “Okay, okay. You all make me feel smart.”

  Mick leaned over and spoke softly in Jerry’s ear. “I know why you don’t need that family back east. Your family is right here.”

  Talk about speaking the truth, man.

  Rod leaned his head on Hunter’s shoulder. “Oh God, has anybody got a tissue?”

  THIS WAS it. The real test. Mick stared out the windshield of the car as he pulled into the parking space at the station with Jerry beside him.

  Jerry touched his arm. “Did you have fun last night? I didn’t ask since we started sucking in the car right after.”

  Would he always blush? “Yeah, I had the best time ever, if you don’t count being alone with you.”

  “Good. I want you to like my friends. I want us all to be friends.”

  “I’ve never had any friends.”

  Jerry’s hand tightened. “That’s over.”

  “I’d really like that.” He glanced in the mirror. Did he look different? His father had always said you could tell a fag a mile away. “How do I act?”

  “Any way you want. I’m with you.
Do what feels right.”

  “Okay.”

  They both got out of the car. Jerry had graduated to one crutch. It might have been self-graduated, but he seemed to be doing great. Mick waited for him, and they walked into the station together at Jerry’s pace. A couple of other guys were arriving, and they waved. They were probably waving at Jerry, but Mick waved back.

  Checking in was just the usual, but he felt different. He was so aware of everything Jerry did. Of course, Jerry was just himself.

  Guys crowded around Jerry. “How you feeling, man?”

  “Hey, Jerry.”

  Jerry nodded. “Good. I need to check in with the cap on my new duties. I’m going to be desk jockeying you guys for a couple of weeks till the doc gives me clearance.”

  The cap. Mick caught his breath. Holy God, he needed to change his address. And the address he changed it to would be Jerry’s.

  Jerry started toward the cap’s office. Mick grabbed a mouthful of air and walked beside him. Jerry smiled. “What’s up?”

  “I need to change my contact with the cap.”

  “Oh yeah.” Jerry bumped his hand against his head and stopped walking. “I didn’t think this through. Will they let us work together if we come clean?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’d hate to leave Laguna.”

  “Hell yeah. Me too.”

  “I guess we should tell.”

  Mick nodded. Jerry was so honest. He loved that.

  They walked side by side to the office, and Jerry tapped on the door. The captain looked up. “Come on in. You together?” He looked surprised.

  Jerry nodded. “Yes, sir. I need my new assignment, and Mick needs to change his address, and we both have something to tell you.”

  The captain leaned back in his chair and scratched his head. “Close the door.”

  Mick closed it. Damn. He had butterflies.

  The captain frowned. “Are you two, uh, dating?”

  Mick shook his head. “No, sir, we live together. That’s my new address.”

  “I see.”

  Jerry grinned. “How did you know, sir?”

  “I figured a man might risk his life for a friend, but he doesn’t usually cry after he saves him.”