Private Dances

by BA Tortuga

  “Dale. Caro. How I have missed you.” Gen hummed for him, reaching down to open his jeans for him, hot hand sliding in.

  Oh. Oh, damn.

  “Gen. Oh, sweet fuck. Your hands.” He took another kiss and another, making rough-ass noises that were all about needing this, needing Gen.

  He got both of those hands, cradling him, pushing his jeans down to cup his balls. Gen bit down lightly on his neck, not hard enough to mark him, but hard enough to feel it. Dale groaned, hips pumping, so damned close. He gasped out a warning, but it was too late. His cock jerked, spunk pouring right out of him.

  “Yes. Dale. Sweet.” Gen kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, rubbing his come right into his skin. “Someday I will taste you.”

  “Yeah….” He turned a little, tongue slipping in to taste Gen’s mouth. “So good to see you.”

  So fucking good.

  Sorta scary good, but he’d go with it.

  “Good. I was hoping you would think so.” Gen held him, hips rocking against him in short, sharp little motions.

  “Let me….” He reached down, wanting a feel of his own, needing to get Gen off.

  Gen opened right up for him, legs spreading to give him room to get in there and get those fancy pants open. Gen’s cock pushed right into his hand, hard and damp, eager.

  “Oh, hell yes.” He looked down, watching. Fuck, there was something too hot about his hand working the foreskin on that heavy prick. Looked so good, his thumb rubbing, working.

  That thigh he was riding like a bronc went rock-hard under him, Gen’s head falling back as the man moaned for him. Those lips were swollen, red, begging for another kiss, and he could feel how close Gen was, could damned well feel it against his palm as Gen’s pulse speeded right up like crazy. He gave that kiss too, tongue fucking that hot mouth as his fingers tightened around Gen’s cock.

  “Mnnnh,” Gen grunted into the kiss, hips snapping as he came, hands patting Dale’s back clumsily.

  “Mmm… hey.” He licked and kissed, heart starting to come back to normal.

  Long lashes swept up and down as Gen blinked slow. “Hello, Dale.”

  Dale grinned, blinking back. Houston’s lights made patterns in Gen’s dark eyes.

  “How are you?” Gen shifted them, fingers back to nimble, doing up their clothes and all. “How is school?”

  “Finals are next week—I’m ready. Work sucks. I’m looking forward to the break.” He grinned, straightening Gen’s tie for him. “How was Canada?”

  “Dreadfully boring. I kept thinking of you….” They got their clothes straightened as the car coasted to a stop. “What are you doing for the holiday?”

  “Working, I guess.” He opened the door, slid out. “You?”

  Oh, the condo complex was real nice. One of those places with a pool and a security gate and all. Gen took his arm. “I plan on going home. I was hoping you would come with me.”

  “Home? Like Italy home?” He blinked, a little stunned. Oh, man. Italy. Too fucking sweet. They walked up a flight of stairs, Gen warm and solid beside him.

  “Yes. I thought we could go to Naples for a bit, and then to my home on the coast. Perhaps spend a day or two in Rome on the way in.” The place was like the hotel from last time. All tasteful and luxurious, with carpet that ate up sound. Low light sprung to life under Gen’s hand. “Would you like a drink? Some food?”

  “I’m cool.” He shrugged off his jacket, looked for a place to put it. “That sounds like… well, like a dream, Gen, but I can’t come up with a plane ticket in time, or a passport. Maybe by summer I could save up.”

  “You do not have a passport?” Gen sounded, and looked, downright shocked. “Well, that will be easy enough to remedy, so long as you can get to your birth certificate.”

  “No. No, I don’t know anybody that has one. Well, I mean, except you. That’s all you need? A birth certificate?” He didn’t think he’d ever even seen a passport.

  “Usually it takes several weeks, but yes, all you need is a birth certificate and a few pictures. And it can be expedited. As for a plane ticket, well….” Gen grinned. “I have a private jet.”

  “You’re shitting me.” Real people didn’t have jets. Hell, even the Cowboys’ quarterback flew Delta. “What do you do, Gen? Drill for oil?”

  “If I did the drilling, I would hardly have the suits….” Moving close, Gen grabbed his hips, pulling him in. “Come with me.”

  He stepped in, hips rocking some, moving against Gen’s hands. “Mmm… feels just fine.” He smiled over, cheeks heating. “Better than cobbler.”

  “Oh, and I liked the cobbler.” That look was pure fire, Gen rubbing against him. “Nude this time, Dale. And in my bed.”

  Oh, yeah. He liked the sound of that, his fingers working the man’s tie open and off. “Sounds like one hell of a plan, Gen.”

  “Good.” Gen worked his clothes too, stripping him right down, and it wasn’t like work one little bit. This was a whole other kind of naked.

  Gen looked good, skin all dark and deep and warm under his fingers as shirt and pants and boxers were pushed away, leaving them both naked.

  So pretty. Gen was well put together, all hard angles and sleek muscles. Gen touched him back, sweet and hot, tracing the line of his pecs, down his sternum to tease his belly.

  He swayed, pushing up in a lazy roll, the motion easy and instinctive, belly muscles hard as rocks. “You wanna take this horizontal?”

  “I do. Let’s go lie down, hmmm?” Gen led him to the bedroom, the big bed there looking like something out of Arabian Nights, all silk pillows and a canopy. Cool. Gen sat on the bed, beckoning him.

  He ran his fingers along the canopy, then settled close, breathed deep. “Oh. You smell good.”

  “Do I?” He got a smile, Gen stroking his hip, the hard cock Gen showed him making a lie out of the contemplative feel of the touches.

  “Yes….” His own fingers explored Gen’s sac, heavy and velvet-soft as a horse’s nose, which should have been weird and gross, but it wasn’t.

  “Mmm.” Oh, yeah. He was learning those sounds, and that hum meant Gen liked what he was doing. So did the spread of those heavy thighs, the way Gen licked his lips. “And I like the way you feel.”

  Gen leaned back onto the bed, and he followed, rubbing against Gen nice and easy, damn near like he was dancing, but… real.

  Gen wrapped one arm around him, hand stroking down his spine, cupping his ass. The other hand slid up and down his chest, pinching his nipples, stroking his belly, teasing the curls above his cock. He purred, hot and hard, caught in those eyes and hands. Bending close, he licked, nuzzled Gen’s throat.

  “Dale.” He could feel the vibration as Gen talked, could feel the way Gen breathed deep. One of Gen’s fingers dipped into the crease of his ass, slipping along his hole, surprising him. He gasped, knee bending, offering Gen a little more, cock jerking at the touch.

  Gen encouraged him with more touches, deeper touches, one finger easing in the tiniest bit, the other hand wrapping around his cock and squeezing. It was like dancing at its best—hot and rhythmic, primal, pure sex. He dipped his head, mouth sliding on Gen’s shoulder.

  Turning them on their sides, Gen let him go for a brief moment, leaning over and past him for something before settling back. Then Gen’s hands were back, both of them slick and cool, Gen’s finger pushing right into his body like it belonged there. This sound escaped him, rough and deep, and it made Gen groan, made the touch inside him deeper. His lips moved across Gen’s throat, tongue pressing into the hollow of that long throat.

  Moving faster, Gen stroked him inside and out, a second finger pushing in, stretching him so it burned in the best way. Head arching back, Gen gave him access to that smooth skin, a sweet noise meeting the press of his teeth.

  A man could get addicted to that sound, could learn all about needing it. “Never met anyone like you, ever.”

  “It is the same for me, caro. I have never wanted this way.” Some
guys, you could tell they were feeding you a line. Gen wasn’t.

  Oh, he did like the way that sounded. Caro. Sounded cool. Special.

  Real.

  He lifted his face and brought their mouths together. Gen kissed him like he was precious, like he was something else, lips and tongue damned near invasive. Oh. Damn. He. Oh. Dale pushed up, hand carding through those fascinating curls, the action tightening his body around Gen’s fingers.

  “Caro. Dale. So good.” Opening him up even more, Gen worked him with those fingers, twisting them to find the spot inside him that made starbursts pop up behind his eyes.

  “Gen!” He rolled them, ending up atop that fine body, both of them shifting, those fingers working him again.

  “Want inside you, caro. Want to feel you around me.” Gen hit that spot again. He was supposed to think with that?

  He nodded, hips beginning to rock, riding those fingers. “Yeah. Hell.”

  “Where I got the… the slick. There. There are condoms, Dale. Get one for me?” Gen’s cheeks were flushed dark, his breath coming sharp, and Dale could feel Gen’s cock hard against his balls, rubbing.

  He nodded, reached out for the drawer, crying out as pleasure shot through him again. “Gonna make me come, Gen. Easy. Easy.”

  Easing back, Gen pulled his fingers partway out, stretching him some more, just lightly. “Wait for me, Dale.”

  Just getting the rubber out and open was a miracle in itself. Getting it over Gen’s hard, hot cock was something else. Damn. Gasping, shaking, Gen nodded, pulling at his hips. “Come. Vieni. Need.”

  He straddled Gen’s waist, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “In me, c’mon now. Wanna ride.”

  Those strong hands pulled him up, one going to guide Gen’s prick to his opening, pushing in the tiniest bit. Wide and hard, hot even through the rubber, Gen prodded him, watching his face. “Now.”

  He arched, thighs and belly going tight-tight as he sank down. Fuck. Burned. Oh, sweet Jesus. “Gen. You. Damn.”

  “Sì. Caro.” Gen arched, body tight and hot, every muscle straining as he moved under Dale, hands sliding up and down Dale’s back. Dale started riding, heart pounding, entire fucking body into it. Relentless, Gen rocked into him, pushing, rubbing him raw. One hand closed around his cock, pulling at it, those eyes like green lightning.

  Shit, he wasn’t going to last, not a chance. His balls drew up and he moved faster, fighting to breathe.

  Gen stroked him, loved on him, smiling up at him. “Sì, caro. Soon.”

  “Yeah….” He leaned down, took a kiss as he lost it, shooting over Gen’s belly. Hell, yeah.

  He got a deep moan, Gen’s hands clamping down on his hips to keep him moving until Gen shot, jerking inside him, panting hard.

  Dale sort of… stayed there, holding himself above Gen, kiss lazy and sloppy.

  “Mmm.” Fuck, yeah, he could get addicted to the way that man sounded when he was satisfied. Gen kissed him right back, slow and thorough, petting him, soothing his bruised hips. A man could so get used to feeling this good. A man could learn to need it, even. “Will you come with me for the holiday?”

  “If I can get the passport thing finished in time? Yeah. Yeah.” Like he’d say no to something he wanted so bad with Gen’s cock softening inside him, the man’s breathing against him.

  And that smile? Worth any number of yeses. “Good. I will make sure of the passport.” Gen dropped his voice. “Perhaps we should visit a clinic? Assure ourselves that we could do away with the condoms?”

  “Tomorrow, yeah? Tonight we got plans.” He squeezed Gen’s cock, tongue sliding over the hot, swollen lips. Barebacking. Wow. That made things heavy, but cool.

  “Mmm-hmm. Tomorrow. Tonight the only reason we leave this bed is for food and bath.” Smiling, Gen pulled him closer still, skin rubbing all along his.

  “Good plan. Real good plan.” He settled right in, snuggling against Gen. Yeah. Bed. Bath. Food. Happy, horny Italian sounds.

  Damn fine plan.

  Chapter Four

  THE FLIGHT had been uneventful, but Gen discovered that Dale got a bit of motion sickness, so it had not gone as well as it could have. A shame, for sure, for he had a bed on his jet, and all it had been used for was to sleep, Dale with a washcloth on his head and pills in his belly. Gen had slept on a chair, his tie half-undone, his legs stretched out in front of him.

  The drive into Rome fared only a little better. Poor Dale. The driver had been kind, but still, driving in Italy, where the white line was a suggestion only, could be harrowing. Gen had put Dale to bed in a cool, shaded room, a little coverlet on him and ginger ale by the bed.

  Now, though, he hoped Dale was up to some sightseeing. Or perhaps something else. He so wanted to show Dale his homeland.

  He headed into the suite, surprised to find the bed empty, the door to the bathroom open, and the water splashing in the tub as Dale whistled. Oh, someone was feeling better.

  Excellent.

  Gen wandered in, hands in the pockets of his thin linen trousers, looking to see what he could see. Oh, what a luscious sight. Wet and slick, Dale was sprawled out in the tub, shaving, the sunshine pouring in and lighting his lover’s skin to pure gold.

  Gen simply watched for a long moment, his ability to speak English completely gone. Then he found it again. “Beautiful, caro. You’re beautiful.”

  “Hey there, darlin’.” Dale smiled, slow and easy, looking settled in his skin. “You got yourself a nice place here.”

  “This? Oh, this is nothing. My home is really along the coast.” He smiled back, enjoying the easiness Dale had with him, the trust. “But it is enjoyable, yes? You like the bath?”

  “I do. I needed it too. Lord, I was offending myself.” Those toes wiggled at him.

  “You were ill, is all.” Gen moved closer, drawn by the unsubtle teasing. Lovely, lovely man. His hands moved over Dale’s ankle. “You seem much better.”

  “I feel like myself again.” Dale smiled, eyes sliding along his body, warm enough to be a caress. “How are you?”

  “I’m good.” His cock hardened, sweat beading on his brow from the steam. “I like you in bubbles.”

  Dale bowed up like a drawn string, stretched, belly taut, prick beginning to fill and swell. “There’s room for you.”

  “Is there indeed?” He dropped his pants. “I think I might need to join you, caro.”

  Dale arched, tongue peeking out to wet those full, pink lips. “There is.”

  “Good.” He dipped his toes in the water, testing the heat of it. Perfect.

  Dale sat up, shifted over, one wet, strong hand sliding up along his calf. Letting Dale hold him, Gen stepped into the bath with his other foot, humming at how good it felt. Dale’s cheek, smooth and soft and freshly shaven, brushed against his thigh, the caress enough to make him shiver.

  “Oh. Caro. Sì. Per favore….” There, he’d lost his languages again.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Those lips started moving, slow and wet and lazy, heading toward his balls.

  Nnuh. Gen shifted, letting his legs part even more, giving Dale access. The sensuality this man had all the way to his bones, it astonished. Dale began lapping and nuzzling, the hot tongue pushing at his sac. His belly went taut, his ass pushing in as he tried to get more of the feeling. His cock brushed Dale’s cheek, the freshly shaved skin so soft and good that he moaned, the sound shockingly loud.

  “Yeah. Just like that.” Dale’s teeth dragged over one hip, sharp enough to sting.

  “Sì.” His fingers found Dale’s hair, dragging through, wrapping soft strands around and around, then tugging Dale closer.

  Low, deep sounds brushed over his skin, slid up along his shaft toward the tip of his cock. Gritting his teeth, Gen kept himself from thrusting too hard, from opening Dale’s mouth and demanding. He wanted to see what his cowboy could do. Wanted to let Dale take the lead. It was most difficult.

  He felt every sound, felt it echo and vibrate down to his balls, Dale humming, body mo
ving in the water to some music he couldn’t hear. His dancer. Yes. The sweetness of it nearly buckled his knees. “Dale. I… oh. I need more, caro.”

  “Careful. Don’t slip.” Dale’s mouth dropped over him like a sheath over a blade, heated and wet, gripping him perfectly as Dale swallowed, began to suck with a particular hunger.

  His toes curled, scrabbling for purchase on the slick bottom of the marble tub, but Gen stayed upright, the feeling keeping him glued to the spot. He leaned forward, his muscles bunching and pulling. Dale’s hands found his ass, supporting and cradling him, thumbs pushing into the muscles and rubbing deep.

  Groans kept tearing out of his chest as they found a rhythm, him pushing in, Dale pulling off, the feel of it like nothing else. Sweet. Bellissimo. Perfetto. Light and heat shot right through him, Dale’s head bobbing and giving him everything he needed.

  It didn’t take much longer before he was shooting into the heat of Dale’s mouth, crying out like an untried boy. Really, this man had an extraordinary effect on him. Dale took him down, swallowing and licking at him before letting his prick slip free, strong arms still wrapped around him.

  He slid down along Dale’s body until their mouths met. Gen reached beneath the water to search out Dale’s cock, and sure enough it was hard for him, hot and strong.

  “Oh, hell yeah.” Dale moaned into his lips, body arching right up into his touch.

  “Like that, hmm?” Now that the urgency was off him, Gen could make sounds that came out like English.

  “Mmm-hmm. ’S good, Gen.” One wet hand trailed through his curls, tugging and petting in the same motion.

  He kept his own hand moving on Dale’s cock, up and down. “It is. Very good between us, amore.”

  “Uh-huh.” Lips parted, hips jerking, Dale was no longer listening, was simply feeling, eyes on his face. Sensual man.

  “Sì. Sì, that’s it, caro. Feel my hands on you.” He reached out with his free hand and pinched one pink nipple, feeling it go even harder for him. Always so surprised at the little sensation, the way those tiny nipples made Dale shudder, flooded the tanned skin with heat. Stroking down that hard belly, Gen watched the muscles under Dale’s skin twitch and pull before bending to press a kiss where his fingers had lingered. Dale started humping, rutting against his hand, cock hot and full and throbbing in his palm.