A Deeper Blue

by S. E. Harmon

  “You have all the parts of me that matter.” He smiled, and the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way that made my stomach go weak. His eyes were soft and understanding and so very blue. “And I think that’s kind of sweet, actually.”

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “It is. You’re such a fucking sap,” he teased.

  I blushed even as I laughed. “Shut up, Blue.”

  “I promise you, the rest of the week is going to be just the two of us. And God help the person who tries to interfere with that.” We stood looking at each other like the biggest dopes ever created. “You know, if we weren’t in public, I’d kiss you right now.”

  I smiled. “If we weren’t in public, I’d blow you right now.”

  His smile dropped. “God, you always have the best ideas.”

  I laughed and hit him on the arm. “Let’s get out of here before your fanboys hit the parking lot. I don’t want to be here all night. And put Waffles in the car, will you? I’ve got to put these in the back.”

  “What’s all that?” he asked as he complied, eyes trained on the bags I took off the hood and trotted past him.

  “Souvenirs, Blue,” I said snootily, trying not to blush. “You’ve heard of the concept?”

  He managed not to laugh that I’d gotten caught up in the gift-shop tourist trap from hell and bought sixty dollars’ worth of crap I didn’t need.

  We’d only gone a few miles before he reached over and unzipped my fly. “Blue,” I said, jaw dropping a little. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Someone promised someone a blowjob.” How he managed to be so skilled with one hand, I had no idea. I gasped a little as he pulled my dick out of my pants with no ado. “You can’t make promises like that and renege.”

  “I’m not reneging. I just don’t want to die. You’re driving.” Although, from the competent way he was driving with one hand and fisting me with the other, I couldn’t deny he had skills. He slid his thumb over the crest of my dick, and I couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped. Mad skills. “Besides, shouldn’t I be unzipping your pants for that to happen?”

  He made an exasperated noise. “That would be my preference over all these questions, yes.”

  Wow, being a smart-ass really was contagious. He was such a nice, sweet Southern boy before we got together. I hated to reward such sassy behavior, but I couldn’t stop thinking about having him in my mouth.

  I unzipped his fly, pulled him out, and smiled as his breath softly hissed out of his mouth. I stroked him up and down a little, just enjoying the power of it all and how he bucked in my hands. He gritted out a curse and dropped his hand from my dick so he could grip the steering wheel with both hands.

  “Wow.” His grip was a little tight, to say the least. “You’re taking white-knuckling to a whole new level.”

  “I’m good,” he managed.

  “You have to focus on the road,” I warned.

  He nodded jerkily. “’Course.”

  “You can’t watch.” Blue really, really liked to watch.

  “I won’t.” I used my other hand to cup his balls, and he groaned helplessly. He said only one word. “Please.”

  He didn’t have to beg, but he did it so prettily that I pretended to contemplate a little longer. If I could say no to Blue, we would’ve had bacon with a side of bacon for lunch, and we wouldn’t have Geico for insurance just because he liked the gecko on the commercials. But I digress.

  I finally lowered my head and licked a stripe up and down his dick, just enough to make him curse my very existence aloud. I playfully licked him again and then took just the head of his dick in my mouth. I happened to glance up just in time to see his eyes slam shut, and I pulled off with an audible pop.

  “Eyes, Blue.”

  His eyes popped back open, and a trickle of sweat rolled down his forehead. “I’m watching, I’m watching. Just don’t stop.”

  I went down on him again and stroked the base of his dick with one hand and alternatively sucked and licked the top. He started to thrust in my mouth, and I urged him on, one hand across his thigh, just in case. When I chanced a look up, he was looking down at me, his face taut with tension, and I enjoyed that connection for a brief second before I remembered where the hell we were.

  I pulled back so quickly I hit my head on the steering wheel. “At the next stop, you pull over,” I growled. “I’ll finish you off then.”

  “My eyes were open.”

  “Yeah, but you were looking at me the whole time.”

  “It’s not like I ran us off the road.”

  “And that’s proof that miracles do exist.” I sat back in my seat and wiped my mouth. Then I glanced at the next road sign and saw the emblems for a couple of eateries and gas stations. “See you in thirteen point six miles.”

  He groaned and hit the gas. When he finally pulled into a spot at the rest stop, he had barely put the car in park before he turned to me. He said one word, and it was rife with meaning. “Please.”

  I sank my mouth down over him, and he groaned loudly. I rolled my tongue over him, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth and the taste of him on my tongue.

  I knew it would be impossible to reach his ass, which was a little frustrating, but that was okay. When we got up to the lake house, I was going to play with him until he was a shaking, sweating, babbling wreck. I’d brought a plug and a strand of anal beads that looked like smooth river stones, and they were going to look fantastic in Blue’s ass. In the meantime, I would settle for getting him off without us both winding up in the slammer.

  He came hard, swearing up a storm, gripping my hair tightly, and keeping my face in his pubes. Since it was impossible for me to move, I worked my throat around him and wished there were a way to make it last. Eventually his death grip changed to more of a caress, and he stroked my hair. He slid his hand down my cheek and then away as I slowly pulled off.

  “Wow,” he said softly. “Wow.”

  I sat up and wiped my mouth. “That’s all you have to say?”

  “Pretty much.” He let out a shaky breath. “The drive up to the lake house is never gonna be the same, not without your lips wrapped around my dick.”

  “That’s going to make for some awkward family road trips.”

  He slanted a look my way, his eyes full of mischief. “I’m going to return the favor when we get there, and we’ll see if you’re still so mouthy.”

  I would be. I was born that way. I was also born smart, so I certainly wasn’t going to turn down a challenge like that.

  We made the rest of the drive in quiet and companionable silence, his arm draped over the back of my seat, his fingers tangled in my hair. I sang along softly to the radio and rested one hand on his thigh.

  I thought he’d forgotten his challenge until he pulled into the garage and put the car in park. As I got out of the car and stretched, he pushed me back against the polished metal and splayed a hand on my stomach to keep me in place. A breathless and urgent “Blue” was all I managed before my pants were around my ankles.

  He blew me right there, on his knees on the hard floor of the garage, my back pressed against the truck. He was a pro at it by then and knew all of my buttons and, more importantly, how to push them. When he took me all the way down to the root, I groaned, and my hips bucked up almost automatically. He cradled my sensitive, swollen balls, and another ripple of want mixed with need rippled through my body.

  It felt like every one of my nerve endings was being caressed by the warmth of his mouth—some kind of heaven and some kind of intense, fiery hell. He finally pulled back, breathing hard, and I let him, even though I had his hair twisted in my fingers in a death grip.

  “Sweet motherfucking Christ, I love it when you do that.”

  “I know you do,” he said with a chuckle, his voice a little raspy. “You like this too.”

  He sucked on his finger briefly to wet it and speared my ass with it. Then he took me back in his mouth, and just that easily, I came apart.
He helped me down to the ground and stroked my back under my shirt as I babbled that I loved him, loved his mouth, and above all, loved the way he gave a fucking blowjob.

  He leaned back against the car with me on his lap and continued to stroke me like a treasured pet. And speaking of which…. I looked over to find Waffles giving us both the stink eye. “Shame,” her eyes said. “Shame on you. Shame on your entire family.”

  “We should probably take her out and set up her food and water bowls,” I murmured, making no move to do any of those things.

  “Okay,” he said agreeably. “But then I have more plans for you.”

  “What kind of plans?”

  He tucked a few hairs behind my ear, and they immediately slipped free again. “I’m going to take you upstairs, give you a massage, and then fuck you ’til you can’t stand up.”

  Like I said. I’d had worse vacations.

  CHAPTER 18

  Blue

  THE LAKE house wasn’t quite as rustic as the name implied. I wasn’t even sure the word house technically applied. It was a modern “glass and blond wood” work of art nestled among the trees. The back of the house opened to a wide view, a coveted waterfront view of the glassy shimmering surface of Lake Chipawa. We might only be five hours from home, but it seemed like an entirely different world.

  I wished I could take credit for it, but it was mostly my assistant Penny’s brainchild. I made a slight mention of wanting a vacation house, and she ran with the idea, found the place, and badgered me until I bought it. Then she did a fantastic job of annoying me to death for two months with paint samples and fabric swatches and all manner of decorating craziness.

  When I came home and found my office full of throw pillows, I had to draw the line. I told her to just make it look “nice but not too nice” and leave me out of it. She stared at me for a good minute and then stomped out. Swatches fell out of her stuffed binder like beautiful confetti as she walked.

  The result of Penny’s carte blanche was an updated and tasteful décor that still managed to be comfortable. She decided on a palette of warm browns and tans with oversized leather furniture that invited you to sit, relax, put up your feet. Nothing prissy or unapproachable about it. She even paid homage to the Outlaws with the team logo embossed in the middle of the glossy wood floor.

  The star of the open-concept living room was the white stacked-stone fireplace, where Penny had placed pictures of my family that I hadn’t even known I had. A framed photo of my father and me on draft day, with me in a suit with an Outlaws’ cap on my head and his arm slung about my shoulders, my brother and me in front of his girlfriend’s white Christmas tree, and a photo of me in my high school uniform at a game, kneeling and looking up as though in prayer.

  And front and center were two framed photos of Kelly and me. The first pictured the two of us with Goofy at Grad Nite at Disneyland, laughing hysterically for some reason I couldn’t remember. The other photo was from only a few years ago at a Fourth of July celebration. We were older, all the gangly limbs and awkward youth long gone, but we still looked the same. I touched my finger to the glass. Clearly Penny knew who Kelly was to me. Those pictures said it all. She might as well have written Still together after all these years underneath them.

  A glint of gold caught my eye, and I moved to the display case Penny had mounted for my awards. She had truly outdone herself. So if there were a few too many throw pillows on the couch, I knew better than to complain. I might get my Heisman trophy right across the forehead.

  Kelly came in the front door with several bags tucked under his arms and my duffel on his shoulder. I frowned. “Is that your laptop bag? We both agreed—”

  “I know, I know. No work. But—”

  “That thing isn’t coming in the bedroom.”

  “Shhh.” He clutched his laptop to his chest. “Don’t call him a thing. He’ll hear you.”

  “Good. That way I won’t have to lock him up in the safe.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me.”

  He snorted, and it was clear he thought I was joking. Whatever he saw in my expression made his smile drop. He hustled out of sight with his precious laptop, and I chuckled. He didn’t want to share me with fans? Well, I didn’t want to share him with a Pentium processor.

  I poked around a bit to reorient myself with the house and make sure we didn’t need anything before we settled in. I’d been financially successful for a number of years, but it was still a surprise to acknowledge certain things as mine. The lake house was definitely one of them.

  It was one of my first big purchases, something I knew I could afford but still wasn’t sure I should buy. My father warned me against the extravagance and told me I’d be upside-down in a mortgage I couldn’t afford once I bombed out of the NFL. His doubts only pushed me over the edge to finally buy the damn thing, almost to say “Screw you. I know I’m going to make it.”

  He derided my purchase even after I signed the papers, even after it became clear that I was not going to bomb out. That being said, he certainly made sure to vacation at the house at least three times a year, usually with some of his loud, cigar-smoking buddies in tow, and they constantly forgot to use ashtrays and wouldn’t know a coaster if it hit them right between their bushy eyebrows.

  Luckily I didn’t have to see the mess they made. Penny made sure to get a cleaning crew in to make sure everything was ready for our arrival. She also suggested using a delivery service to stock the fridge with groceries, and I gratefully agreed. One less thing to worry about. When I glanced in the pantry, it was also stocked with essentials. Penny claimed all we had to do was bring ourselves and our luggage, and I could see she was true to her word. That girl was worth her weight in gold.

  I proceeded to set up a water bowl and a food dish for Waffles and lugged in her dog bed from the car. A cloud of fur flew up in my face as I settled the bed near the fireplace, and I made a face. We’d probably just leave that one there and get another one for home. I wasn’t lugging that fur-covered cushion anywhere else.

  I watched Waffles for a minute as she gave the living room the once-over, a half smile playing on my face. Her process seemed to involve sniffing every item and sneezing every once and a while. She ended up at her dog bed, and she sniffed it thoroughly and then decided she liked the couch better. She hopped up on it and curled up in the corner.

  “We’re at the lake, dog,” I informed her. “This is no time for sleep. We have fresh air. Fun. Sun.”

  She yawned, clearly not impressed.

  “On TV those big labs just jump right in the lake and start paddling. It’s so cute.”

  Then you should have gotten a Lab, her bored gaze seemed to say.

  “We’re going for a walk later,” I informed her. “Just you wait. All the way up the trail and back.” She thumped her tail twice and curled into a tighter ball. “You can be in a ball all you want. I’ll roll you up the hill if I have to.”

  The front door slammed, but I didn’t look up. “This dog is defective, you know. I think we must have left her activity chip at the shelter.”

  The deep voice that answered in no way sounded like Kelly. “What dog?”

  My head snapped up to find my brother, a slight smile on his suntanned face. He was in ragged cutoffs and a tank top and looked windswept, his dirty blond hair falling in his eyes. Even if the string of fish in his hand weren’t a giveaway to what he’d been doing, he smelled like the creek. “Ian? The fuck are you doing here?”

  “Nice greeting for your brother.” He passed me, and the creek smell got stronger. I watched, still a little flummoxed, as he dropped the fish in the sink. He turned and wiped his hands on his shorts and left damp handprints. “What? Aren’t you glad to see me?”

  I finally realized I’d been staring at him with my mouth hanging open, and I snapped it shut so fast I was surprised there wasn’t an audible click. “Of course I am.”

  I went around the island and gave him a big hug that inv
olved a lot of backslapping, but then I drew back with a wrinkled nose. “I’d be happier if you didn’t smell like that. Did you fish with a pole or just dive in after them?”

  He laughed. “I’ll take a shower, Your Highness.”

  “Good. And you’re not cleaning those things in here.”

  “Oh, come on,” he said with a groan. “You’re going to make me sit out on the back porch?”

  “Pretty much.” I shook my head, still a little surprised he was there. Guess that was the downside of parking in the garage—he must’ve parked in the winding front driveway. “What made you decide to come up?”

  “I came up last week with Dad and some of his buddies. Figured I’d spend my bye week up here.” He grinned. “Looks like great minds think alike.”

  I stared at him blankly and tried to process quickly and not look as shell-shocked as I felt. I didn’t know his schedule offhand, but I knew we didn’t have our bye week at the same damn time. “When are you headed back, then? It’s called a bye week, Ian, not a bye month.”

  “Will you relax? You sound like Dad. Tomorrow morning I’ll head back. I’ll be back in plenty of time for practice.”

  “Good. That’ll be good.”

  My voice was a little fast, and he squinted at me. “You all right, bro?”

  As good as someone who’d snuck away for a perfect sex week with his secret boyfriend could be. I tried not to look fidgety or guilty. It wasn’t strange to be up here with my best friend. We’d certainly come up here before during off-season. There was no need to make a big deal about it.

  A door upstairs opened and closed, and I could hear Kelly’s sandals slapping against the wood floor as he came down the stairs. Ian sent me a wolfish grin. “Oh, so it’s like that. Is that Carly?”

  “It’s not like that,” I mocked. “And no, that’s not—”

  “Hannah?” He raised an eyebrow. “She’s hot, but goddamn, she’s a lot of work. Is that really how you want to spend your vacation?”

  “Ian—”