Private Dances

by BA Tortuga

  A low moan tore from Gen, sorta echoing the music. Like it was part of the beat. Yeah. That helped him move and move, hips grinding. His cock didn’t get hard often doing this, but this time it did. He was swollen and aching, prick pushing against his zipper like nothing going.

  “Dale… take off the shirt. All the way. I want to see your skin, caro.” Gen’s voice sounded raw, harsh.

  The shirt slipped down a little more and he teased, letting his thighs spread and show off his package some. “More?”

  “Sì. Per favore, caro. Di più….” Oh, he loved it when Gen lost his English. He really did.

  “Yeah. Yeah, darlin’.” He let the shirt fall, fingers hooking in his waistband and framing his cock. “Anything you need.”

  “I need you. Just you.” Gen had put on a soft silk shirt. It came off easily, making them even.

  Dale danced over, snatched Gen’s shirt off the chair. He took a deep sniff of it, loving the smell of Gen, before rubbing it on his belly, mingling them both up.

  “Dio.” Gen stared at him, mouth open, tongue touching Gen’s full lower lip. Gen’s hands moved, touched the ripped abs, the tight chest, making them both pant. He stepped closer, hips fucking the air, making promises he fully intended to keep. Gen’s head tilted, his fine nostrils flaring. “I can smell you, caro. Hot and spicy and good. Oh, I want you.”

  “I’m yours.” He unfastened his belt, his top button, the zipper sliding down on its own.

  Staring, Gen nodded, undoing his own pants, pushing them down so they pooled on the floor. “Mine. Yes.”

  The music changed to a new song, this one slower, deep, and sultry.

  “Yeah.” He straddled Gen’s legs, hips bucking, ass rubbing Gen’s thighs. Come on, darlin’. Take what you need.

  Gen reached right into his open jeans to pull at his cock, fingers circling it firmly. “Oh, caro. So hot for me. You dance so well.”

  “Uh-huh. Want to ride you.” He leaned down, took a deep, hard kiss that had his head swimming.

  Gen’s other hand cupped the back of his head, fingers sinking into his hair. They rocked together, Gen moaning and pushing up against him, agreeing wholeheartedly with that fine, lean body.

  He reached down, fingers wrapping around Gen’s prick. Dale wanted himself a piece of that, but that would mean stopping, getting his own jeans off. That might be too much to ask, especially the way Gen was tugging at him, touching him so good. Gen’s thumb rubbed up and down his length, pushing him higher.

  “Want you. Gen. Want.” He matched Gen’s rhythm, the music, ass clenching and releasing in time.

  “Yes. We can… later. Right now, let’s just dance.” Those hips moved faster as the music changed again, Gen loving on him, kissing his mouth so hard he could feel his lips swell up.

  Dancing. Hell, yes. He could. Oh, fuck. He pushed into the kiss, holding those pretty eyes as he did, fucking Gen’s lips. Gen moaned for him, right around his tongue, holding him closer. God, that man had good hands. Yeah. Uhn.

  His boots slipped a little on the floor, driving him harder against Gen, against that hand.

  “Sì. Sì, caro. Now. Come for me now,” Gen said, squeezing him, stroking all the way down to his balls. The man bit his lower lip too, daring him to do as ordered.

  His orgasm slid down his spine and poured out through his prick. Dale cried out, losing the music, the rhythm. A deep, heavy groan was his reward, Gen coming right on his heels, hot and wet and good. That prick jumped and danced for him on its own, jerking wildly as Gen panted and thrust, finally going still. Dale leaned down, licking at Gen’s lips, humming with the music.

  “Mmm. I do love the way you dance for me. With me.” Gen kissed him over and over, giving him sweet, then hard.

  “Anything. I’d give you damn near anything….” Too fucking much.

  “Be careful saying that, amore. I feel the need to ask extravagant things.” Gen nuzzled his cheek, his throat. “I want all I can get.”

  “I would….” He wished he had enough to give Gen something, anything.

  “Just you, Dale. All of you.” The music clicked off and Gen nudged him, moving him up so he was standing again. Gen got up too and moved to the stereo to put on another CD, something low and kind of bluesy. He got to watch Gen come back, unabashedly naked, moving like a big cat.

  “Dance with me, caro,” Gen said, reaching out to him.

  He nodded, straightened his jeans and his hat, and drew Gen into the curve of his body. “I’d love to.”

  This time they actually managed to dance, Gen’s arms sliding around him, drawing him close. They fit well together, just like they always did. They swayed, Gen humming along with the music, moving him in slow, slow circles.

  Oh, that felt nice. His nose buried into Gen’s neck, the scent of his lover filling him up. Gen smiled against his skin, breath warm on him, hands moving lazily against his back. They’d taken the edge off, and now they could move, feel, dance. Sensuous and sexier than anything he’d ever seen on stage, any dance he’d ever done.

  One of Gen’s hands settled at the small of his back, moving him in a more intricate dance, covering more ground. Yeah, the man could dance, could move to the music. And that mouth…. Lord, it kept moving on his skin.

  His lips found Gen’s ear, teeth scraping at the lobe.

  “Mmm. Sweet.” Gen’s whiskers scraped his face and neck, Gen’s hand starting to pet right above his jeans, fingers dancing too. God, it felt good.

  He knew his moan vibrated, his teeth teasing Gen’s earlobe, nipping harder. Gen rocked against him, the rhythm of their dance stuttering a little. Oh, that was a sensitive spot, wasn’t it? Another bite proved it to him, Gen rubbing and gasping, the heavy cock rubbing against his hip.

  Touching him all the way up his spine, Gen massaged the back of his neck, fingers rough against his nape, scraping his nerves. That cock, damn, it was hot, wet, and growing.

  “You’re the finest thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’. Ever.” Needing. Wanting. He ached.

  “And you’re mine, caro. Mine.” Such certainty. Gen held him, saw him. Needed him right back.

  “Yeah.” He wasn’t sure what that meant, if it meant anything at all, but he agreed with all his heart.

  Gen danced him backward toward the bedroom of Gen’s private suite, moving out of the sitting room. The music got faint, but with Gen humming the melody, they could still dance just fine. He kept kissing, kept licking his way down Gen’s neck, teeth working the curve of his shoulder.

  “Oh, sì. There. Right there.” Gen went up on tiptoe, hips rocking and rocking against him, cock caressing Dale’s skin, his jeans.

  “Here?” He bit down harder, marking Gen’s skin. His hands dropped down, fingers grabbing Gen’s ass and squeezing.

  “Mmm-hmm. Right there. I love your mouth, you know? I love the way you touch me.” Generous with touches as well as words, Gen gave him kisses, hands sliding up and down, up and down, all over his back.

  “Could eat you up like a pie supper.” Dale left another mark, then another, his tongue working the heated, slightly swollen spots.

  The way Gen swayed into each and every touch made him hard as a rock. That man really did love every little thing he did, never complaining once, even when he bit a little too hard. They made it to the bedroom, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the mattress, putting him a touch off-balance. Gen laughed, the sound coming right up from his belly, and let go, tipping him over so he landed on his back. Then Gen attacked his jeans. He wiggled, helping Gen out, his cock slapping against his belly as his hips jerked. Shit, he was a slut, pure and simple, begging for it like that.

  “So pretty, amore. So fine.” Fingers sinking into the curls at his groin, Gen stared at him, licking those swollen lips. His boots came off, then his jeans, and Dale could finally spread, knees lifting so his heels could catch on the edge of the mattress.

  “I swear, caro, you make me want to do things I never cared about before.” Gen bent
to nibble at his thighs, and he had to figure that yeah, Gen wasn’t the kind of guy to suck much. He was the kind of guy who got sucked. There was a part of him that blinked about that, about how they were both into each other and how shit like that only ever happened in movies and all. Most of him wasn’t thinking at all. He was happier than a pig in shit, having Gen’s mouth on him.

  “Dale. Smell good.” That accent got thicker and thicker as Gen worked up to his balls, nuzzling them, moving them back and forth with his tongue. Then Gen tilted Dale’s hips up and moved lower, tongue pushing at his hole.

  Some weird-assed sound slipped out of him, loud enough to echo, to make his cheeks heat and his whole body arch.

  A soft chuckle brushed his skin, Gen’s hands clamping on him so that tongue could slip in and out, wetting him, opening him right up. Thumbs digging into his asscheeks, Gen worked him relentlessly, never letting him down for a moment.

  Dale forgot how to think, how to breathe, how to do anything but move and feel and ride the waves that shook him. He started to moan, the sounds moving right into the core of him, making him tremble. So good. Then Gen’s mouth moved, leaving him gasping as Gen sucked at the head of his cock.

  “Gen. Gen. I. I can’t….” His hips bucked like he was on an eight-second ride, his belly tight as a board.

  That mouth popped right off him, leaving his cock wet and aching. “You can, and you will. I would have you, caro. Inside you. Wait for me.”

  He reached down, gripped the base of his cock good and hard, knees drawing up as his whole goddamn body throbbed, wanting to come.

  “Good. Oh, good. That’s it.” It didn’t help one bit when Gen’s fingers stroked his at the base of his cock, moving over his hands and his balls.

  “Never needed no one like this.” Not ever. Not even once.

  “No. Only you.” Then Gen was slipping up, pushing between his legs, cock prodding at his wet hole, sliding right inside him like nothing doing. Just like that.

  His breath huffed right out of him, his eyes popping open. Dale reached out, hands landing on Gen’s arms, encouraging him down, closer. Giving him what he needed, Gen leaned down and kissed him, their skin rubbing together all along their bodies. That cock spread him unbearably, making him moan and thrash.

  Gen’s kiss sent him flying, and his fingers dug into Gen’s arms. He squeezed down, feeling every inch, every fucking millimeter of Gen inside him.

  That mouth smashed down on his, bruising his lips, and Gen’s hips moved, humping hard into him. Dale could feel that sweet cock throbbing, feel it growing, knew Gen was getting close. His fucking heart stopped, all his focus on his prick and ass, spunk spreading between them, spraying over their skin.

  Gen’s head snapped back, those blue-green eyes going hugely wide as hot come filled him, Gen crying out loud and long. That whole lean body convulsed before Gen finally relaxed, slumping down on him.

  Dale held on, rocking Gen a little, holding tight. Shit. Gen was…. Damn.

  Just damn.

  “Mmm. Grazie, Dale. For our dance,” Gen said it softly, breath barely stirring on his skin.

  “Anytime, darlin’, I swear it. You let me know.” He kissed Gen’s temple, humming low.

  “I’ll let you know in perhaps a half hour,” Gen said, words slurring. “After a nap.”

  He chuckled, stroked the curve of Gen’s ass. “And a snack. I know you.”

  “So… predictable.” Light snores sounded, Gen dropping right off to sleep.

  No, he didn’t think so. Not predictable. He knew Gen now.

  He just knew.

  Chapter Seven

  WEEKS.

  They had had three blissful weeks together on the coast. Gen had shown Dale where he grew up, had taken him to the beach and watched him play. It had been simply marvelous. Sadly, now Dale was talking about going home. As if he would allow that. He would simply have to make Dale see that his place was right at Gen’s side, no matter where that was.

  “No, no, Lorenzo,” he said into the phone, watching Dale pace about his study, touching this and that, restless as a man could be. “I need those figures by noon. Sì. Grazie. I can always count on you.” He rung off, stood, and wandered over to touch Dale’s back. “Shall we go to the beach, amore?”

  “Surely.” Dale leaned back toward the touch, gave him a warm smile. “You got the business done you needed to?”

  “I did. Are you all right, caro?” Dale’s skin felt warm and good when he pushed up the sweater and put his hand on the small of Dale’s back.

  “Yeah. Just trying to get my mind back to studying and working again. I’ve gotten lazy and spoilt rotten.”

  “I would hardly say you have been lazy.” No, indeed. They had been most industrious.

  Dale’s eyes lit up, the grin sudden and infectious. “No? You sure? I’d hate to get back on the stage and have lost my ability to ride.”

  Gen frowned. “I assure you, you have not. But must you go back to work there?” It did not… how would Dale say? Sit well with him.

  “It depends on what else I can find, you know? I’m taking fifteen hours this spring so I won’t have lots of time for office-type work.”

  “There’s got to be something else.” Still, he did not wish to fight, so Gen let it go. “Let’s go. It’s warmer today. We can maybe take off our shoes, hmm?”

  “Wiggle our toes in the sand?” Dale’s arm wound around his waist, tugging him out of his office and down the long hallway.

  “Sì, caro. Let the waves wash up on us.” He so loved to watch Dale on the beach. The absolute wonder in those lovely eyes amazed him.

  “It’s prettier here than back home. Colder, but prettier.” Dale had become used to the chill, though, seeming to almost enjoy it.

  “You certainly improve the scenery.” They wandered, stopping by the kitchen to grab some bread and some wine. A fine Chianti and some crusty loaf went well with salt sea air.

  “Flattery will get you laid, darlin’.” He got a quick kiss, tongue pressing in to taste him, taste his smile.

  “Will it? Then I must do more. That has become my favorite pastime.” Dio, he loved this man. How quickly it had come on them, and how deep it ran. Gen took another kiss, then another, loving the taste of Dale on his mouth.

  “We’re never gonna get out of the house.” It did not sound like a complaint, not with Dale’s hands landing on his hips and drawing him closer.

  “No? We can always go later and take our feast upstairs.” Really, the bed or the beach, it didn’t matter.

  “Gonna lick wine off my belly?” Dale nuzzled right in, smooth-shaved cheeks delicious against his throat.

  Oh. His cheeks heated and his cock jumped. “Sì. That would please me a great deal. I love how you taste with wine on you. I do.”

  “Then take me to bed, Gen.” Teeth scraped his throat, scratching and teasing his skin.

  “Mmm. Yes.” He twined his fingers with Dale’s, carrying the wine while Dale carried the bread. He forgot the bottle when they reached his quarters, however, letting it drop and roll to the corner as he reached to pull Dale to him for more kisses.

  Dale managed to get the food onto a little table, saving it from the floor before pushing into his arms. They rocked together, this dance more and more familiar, more necessary as each day passed.

  He pushed right into Dale’s mouth, his hands cupping Dale’s buttocks so they could get closer, better, more. That body was so hot, so good. He loved the feel of it as they began to sway.

  “Haven’t ever wanted nothin’ like I want you.” His slacks were opened, pushed down as Dale began to work his shirt open.

  “Yes, caro. I feel the same.” That was why Dale had to stay. Simply had to. He shrugged off his shirt and then put his hands back on Dale, looking for skin there, struggling with cloth.

  Dale’s nipples were tight and pebble-hard, that rippled belly taut and begging for his touch.

  Oh, God. Where was the wine? Gen shoved at Dale’s chest,
knocking him back on the bed before scrambling to get the wine. “Need to taste this on you, caro.”

  “It’ll stain your sheets.” Dale arched, hand sliding slow and easy on that hard, fat cock.

  “Has this ever been a problem in the past?” Oh, damn it. He’d forgotten to uncork. That was all right; he had enough adrenaline running through him to pop it out by pounding on the bottom of the bottle.

  Dale’s laughter filled the air, husky and deep, filled with pleasure. “I should buy you red ones, just for this.”

  “What a clever notion. You see, I knew I depended upon you for a reason.” The little trail of golden hair from navel to cock Dale sported fascinated him, and Gen poured a tiny strip of wine along it before bending to lick it off.

  It was an addiction, the way Dale stilled, the way those muscles tightened as Gen licked and lapped, tugging the wine from those curls with his lips.

  A bit more dripped out of the bottle, trailing along Dale’s belly, leaving him chuckling as he chased it. Lovely. The wine was warm, only a bit cooler than Dale’s skin, and it heated on that flesh like mulled wine, heady and good.

  “You’re sure red wine goes with cowboys? Not white?” Dale’s fingers stroked through his curls, cock nudging his cheek.

  “Oh, Chianti is robust enough to go with you. It stands up to the salt and musk.” It was perfect, like Parmigiano-Reggiano or good prosciutto.

  Dale’s belly flushed for him, those strong thighs spread and open for him. “Darlin’, I…. You make a man mad.”

  “Do I? Caro, you are obsession.” Licking harder, Gen dragged his tongue along Dale’s sensitive skin, rubbing his cheek against Dale’s cock.

  Dale reached down, fingers tugging on his own tight sac. The sight was quite enough to make him arch, rub himself against the bedding.

  “Caro. How beautiful you are. Lovely.” His own balls felt like stones. He licked around Dale’s fingers, playing them and that hot shaft with his tongue, the wine going to his head.

  “Want you, darlin’.” Dale reached down for him, tugging him up and around so that hot little tongue could drag over his thighs.