by Sara York
Chapter Nine
Tanner felt the warm body pressed against him. He rocked forward, the pressure on his cock delicious. With one arm, he drug the body closer, and snuggled against the person’s neck.
It was cold in the room so he snuggled closer to the warmth. His cock rested perfectly against the other person’s crack, and he moved a little, rocking forward a few times as his desire built.
Why was there a body in his bed? The details were fuzzy. He’d needed to have sex and he guessed he’d found someone. But why had he stayed the night? His last memories had been dancing with a sexy guy.
His cock grew even harder at the thought. He’d been having such a good time with the guy with hazel eyes and dirty-blond hair. His body was chiseled and his smile quick. They had been rubbing up against each other, enjoying the evening. Where had they been?
Something felt wrong. Had he really been with a guy? Or had it been a dream? He rocked forward again and heard a moan. Oh fuck yes, this body next to him was real. His brain cleared a little and the memories of dancing slipped. He hadn’t been dancing. What had he been doing?
He ran his hand down the guy’s shirt covered chest to his underwear, sliding his fingers in to find a hot cock, ready for action. He didn’t care what he’d been doing, only that he’d finally done it with a guy. He stroked down then ran his thumb over the tip. The guy stirred and pressed back. Yes, this is hot!
How many times had they fucked the previous night? He wasn’t sore. Had they done anything?
His mind cleared even more as the guy pushed at his arm, trying to shove him away.
“What the fuck?” the guy asked.
Tanner opened his eyes, the surroundings foreign, but one thing wasn’t foreign. Mike. The man had turned his head, his gaze drilling into Tanner’s. Brows bunched, lips turned down, cheeks red. Tanner realized he still held onto Mike’s cock when it twitched in his hand.
Neither of them moved. Tanner knew he should pull away, but it was Mike, and he’d been having dreams about him. So many fantasies, so much jerking off to this man’s image. It had started to drive him crazy and he guessed the crazy ideas had won. His fantasy dancing guy had been Mike.
They were at an impasse, him holding Mike’s cock, Mike staring at him. If only this were really real. If Mike were his, he wouldn’t have to let go.
The wind whistled around the cabin and the fire had died, making it cold in the room. But it was so freaking hot in bed.
Tanner knew he should let go of Mike. It hurt to think of releasing him, but he needed to. It was wrong to touch when they’d only been sharing the bed out of necessity. He slowly let go, releasing Mike one finger at a time. He slid his hand out of Mike’s underwear and up his sculpted abs and was about to move away when Mike grabbed his wrist.
Their gazes held. The tension ramped up. Sweat beaded on his brow. Mike put a little pressure on his wrist and moved his hand to his lips and sucked in his first finger.
Fire shot up his arm to his cock which hardened even more. It was so freaking hard he thought he was going to burst. Mike’s tongue twisted around his finger and almost made Tanner come.
“Mike?” Tanner needed Mike, needed to feel him plastered against his body, but God, if Mike didn’t want this, he had to know so he could head to the bathroom and jerk off. He’d spent so much time denying himself, but Mike was too much temptation. Why did this one guy tempt him so much when he’d been able to say no so many times?
Mike removed Tanner’s finger from his mouth and his brows pinched together even tighter. “Touch me.”
It was all the permission he needed. Sure, he’d had his hand on Mike earlier, but he hadn’t really been awake. They could have laughed it off, but now they were both awake, both of them knew what was going on. Mike really was asking for this.
Tanner sighed as he placed his shaking hand on his friend’s shirt covered chest. Mike still had his fingers wrapped around Tanner’s wrist and he wasn’t going to ask him to remove his hand. If Mike directed his hand, then Tanner would know Mike wanted it too.
He paused at Mike’s underwear, but Mike used more pressure, guiding Tanner’s hand lower. Tanner leaned his forehead against Mike’s as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking him gently. It was the first guy he’d touched like this and he wanted to remember it forever.
Mike grunted and rocked his hips up. He could feel sweat on Mike’s skin and his respiration rate increased. Mike was into this. This wasn’t just because Tanner was horny, Mike really wanted this too.
“I need more,” Mike begged.
“I’ve never…Mike.”
“I want you, Tanner.”
“Fuck, I don’t have condoms.” Tanner hadn’t even thought he would need them. Why would he? Now, with Mike begging for more, he wished he’d put one into his pack, but how could he have known.
“Your finger, God, fuck me with your finger.”
A buzz started in Tanner’s head and moved through his body. Mike wanted him to fuck him. God, it was more than he could stand. He was all for helping Mike find his inner gay dude, and the sweet spot which needed to be claimed, but they had no lube. The first time he’d explored his own hole, he’d not used lube and it had hurt.
“No lube. It’ll be painful.”
“I don’t care, I just need to feel you. Fuck, Tanner, I need to feel you all over me. Fuck me, please.” Mike tugged off his underwear and shirt, then tossed them to the floor.
Tanner stilled and stared at his friend. He was totally naked and so fucking sexy. If he had a condom and lube, he would be balls deep in Mike, howling the man’s name as he came. Instead, he stuck his first two fingers into his mouth and got them wet before sliding them to Mike’s pucker and pressing in with one finger. He thought he was going to come unglued. The pleasure was almost too much. A part of his body was in Mike and it was blowing his mind.
Mike clenched down and blew out a breath and Tanner stilled. Mike met his gaze, desperation shining through. “Please,” Mike begged. “I need more.”
“Lift your knees and let me spit. It will make my finger slicker so it will ease in instead of hurting so much.”
Mike pushed the sheets away and lifted his knees. Tanner stared down at Mike’s balls and cock, his hard-on getting even harder. Mike was cut, his cock not too long, but crazy thick, like bust-his-ass thick. Mike’s monster cock would tear him up and make him beg for mercy. He dropped low, giving Mike’s cock a generous lick.
He shivered as Mike howled and arched up, his ass squeezing tight on Tanner’s finger. Mike had tasted so good he wanted more. He moved and spit on his finger that was halfway in Mike. He eased in a little more searching for the spot he knew would make Mike feel good. It took him a second, but he watched Mike’s face as he wiggled his finger. Then Mike bucked his hips hard, and Tanner knew he’d found it. Mike’s head was thrown back, his cock engorged with blood, balls tight. It was heaven and Tanner wanted to taste Mike again.
He moved just a little and used his free hand to lift Mike’s cock before he sucked it into his mouth. It went too deep and he gagged. He pulled off a little, licked his lips and tried again.
He was in heaven, sucking Mike while he wiggled his finger inside the man, bringing him pleasure. He could taste Mike on his tongue and he sucked harder. Mike hissed and grabbed onto his hair.
Tanner was in heaven. Sucking Mike as he fucked him with his finger was more exciting than he’d imagined. Tanner adjusted so the mattress caused a little friction on his cock. He wanted to be inside Mike, but this was good for what they had.
Mike wrapped his fingers tighter in Tanner’s hair and tugged hard. “Gonna…fuck.”
Tanner smiled to himself and swirled his tongue around Mike, sucking harder. Mike grunted and lifted his hips, pumping his cock into Tanner’s mouth. He gagged a little and had to pull off a bit. He tasted Mike’s essence on his tongue. It was salty, but wasn’t too bad. He’d eaten his own cum a few times, but actually sucking another guy made him s
o freaking hot he thought he was going to catch on fire. Having Mike like this, confirmed his suspicions. He really was gay. This went beyond all his fantasies. No porn had prepared him for how good this was. Nothing, not his lust or his own masturbation sessions had come close to what this was like.
Mike’s body stiffened and he stilled. Tanner knew what was about to happen and he held on, wanting to swallow all Mike had to give. Mike screamed his name when he came, his load shooting down Tanner’s throat. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he swallowed as he eased his finger from Mike’s ass, wiping it on his own underwear.
Slowly, he released Mike’s cock and sat up, his gaze searching Mike’s face. The man looked satisfied, his eyes half hooded, his lips parted. Tanner rose to his knees and pushed his underwear low. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started jacking himself. Mike adjusted and sat up placing his hand on Tanner’s. His gaze met Tanner’s as he leaned in, his lips grazed over the tip of his prick like a kiss, sending sparks through Tanner’s body. He swore he was going to come right then. But Mike didn’t back off, instead he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the end of Tanner’s cock.
“Oh fuck.”
Mike’s gaze had strayed but flicked back to Tanner’s. He wanted to grab onto Mike’s ears and fuck his face like he would never see him again, but he controlled himself, and very gently eased his hips forward, slowly sliding his cock into Mike’s mouth.
Mike’s fingers dug into his hips as he backed off a little then Mike sucked him down and he went too deep, causing Mike to gag. Mike backed off and reached up, taking hold of Tanner’s cock. The feel of Mike’s hand on his dick sent him over the edge. He didn’t have time to catch his cum and it splatted on Mike’s face and chest.
Pride, possessiveness, the need to conquer filled him as he stared at his cum on Mike. It was almost as if he’d marked his man. But Mike wasn’t his man, not yet anyway. He had a wild idea and before he could stop himself, he licked Mike’s chin, swallowing his own cum then licked again, holding it on his tongue as he moved his lips to Mike’s, needing a kiss. They hadn’t kissed before, and maybe they should have started this with a sweet kiss, but need and lust had triumphed, overshadowing any niceties.
Mike slowly opened his mouth but stilled when Tanner’s cum-covered tongue slid in. He wondered if Mike would balk at eating his cum. He waited a second then Mike moaned and swallowed. He pulled his tongue out and swiped up more cum, delivering it to Mike. The man sucked in his tongue and pulled him even closer.
Tanner pressed Mike to the mattress. The bed groaned underneath them, but he ignored the noise and focused on touching Mike, memorizing his body, exploring everything he could get his hands on while Mike just held him. When the kiss ended, he lifted up and stared down at Mike, searching for any regret. He felt none, but Mike might since the guy wasn’t gay. Hell, his first kiss with a guy and his first sexual experience with another man and it had gone better than he’d ever imagined.
Mike reached up and cupped his cheek, smoothing his thumb over Tanner’s stubble. His emotions were pinging all over the place. A magical quality hung in the air, like they were wrapped in another time or place, protected from reality.
But he’d lived too long with the harsh realities of their modern world to ignore the truth. Mike wasn’t gay, and may very well reject him. It was his first time with a guy, so he couldn’t gamble on it working. He had no history, no clue how this should feel. He wished he’d done something before now because he hated feeling so out of his depths.
“Thank you,” Tanner said. Mike’s lips quirked up then he glanced away. Tanner moved and caught Mike’s gaze again. “Let’s clean up, then eat something.”
“Sure.”
He wanted to know what was going on in Mike’s head but he knew better than to push. If Mike freaked out, it would be over all too quickly. As they got out of bed, Mike grabbed his underwear. Before he could pull it on, Tanner tugged him close and hugged him. It took a few seconds for Mike to return the hug, but when he did, he melted against Tanner, resting his head on Tanner’s shoulder. Mike’s fingers pressed hard on Tanner’s back as he held him tight.
The room had cooled off a bit, and if they were in a tropical location instead of locked in blizzard world, he’d’ve suggested they stay naked. The cabin was too cold, unfortunately.
He leaned back and caught Mike’s gaze. “You okay?”
Mike’s tongue slid out a little and he licked his lips quickly as his eyes narrowed. He didn’t look okay as he pulled away. Two seconds later Mike tugged Tanner close. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes, him gently stroking Mike’s body as the wind gusted and snow blew outside.
When he started getting chilled, he took Mike’s hand and led him to the bathroom. They cleaned up and pulled on their pants and sweatshirts. They brushed their teeth, every few seconds their gazes met. There was something between them, but he couldn’t help noticing the skittish feeling Mike was throwing off. Mike left the bathroom first and Tanner found him adding wood to the stove.
“The room should heat up fairly quickly,” Mike said.
“I’ll make the bed, put things back how they were when we showed up.” Tanner missed Mike’s touch. He wanted to hold him again, but maybe he should give the guy some space.
“Sure. I’ll get something to eat. I think we could risk heating some more soup. What we ate last night was good. We’ll be here long enough to clean up after we eat.”
“How much of this guy’s food have we eaten?”
“Not much. Two cans. I’ll search for anything about to go out of date. The guy may be angry, but he won’t know who ate his food. We’ll leave some money in the pantry and he can hike out and get more.”
“Sounds good,” Tanner said as he made the bed. This cabin was nice, in good weather this would be the perfect place. It was even more secluded than the ranch and he loved how quiet Wild Bluff was. He’d grown used to the solitude. If they had their ranch out here, no one would ever find them. But distance was an issue. With the remote location, they would have to give up speed in travel.
Distance was probably why Brody and James set up this far north. It would take determination to trek all the way out here. Few would go the distance. The land was harsh if you weren’t prepared.
He thought about Mike’s wet sock and shook his head. Mike wouldn’t last walking through the snow if his sock was wet.
“Did you figure out what was wrong with your boot?”
“There’s a cut in the leather. I don’t know how it got there. I guess I haven’t checked them in a while. It could have happened in the snow or on my last mission.”
“That last one was wild.”
“Tell me about it. But New York was the type of mission I love. We changed the outcome. We took down assholes. It was good. I’m proud of what our team accomplished.”
“Yeah, me too.” Tanner wished he’d been in the field for the operation. It had also been crazy. The guys had to work together like a well-oiled machine. He could tell there wasn’t any room for error in their plans. Like Mike’s boot. If they were on a dangerous mission, they couldn’t afford to have Mike’s feet wet and cold.
“I gotta say, I’m glad to be a part of this group. Having Suz on the team will be nice, and weird.”
“How so?”
“She’s my sister, and well…she’s my sister. I’ll have to—I don’t know, maybe behave differently. I’m not uncomfortable with her on the team, but there are things…”
“Like what?” Mike’s brows pinched together as he stared at Tanner.
Tanner cleared his throat and stepped close to Mike. “Like one time I had just run into you in the hall and my cock swelled. I didn’t want Suz seeing and saying something in front of you. She would, thinking it was smoothing the way, but I’m not like that, I don’t want a wingman to get me a date.”
Mike cleared his throat and checked on the soup. It wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. What had gone
wrong? Did Mike regret what they’d done?
“Food’s warm.” Mike turned away and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet by the sink.
Tanner waited for him to turn back around and see if he was going to ignore him or talk. It was excruciating to wait. When he did turn around, Mike didn’t look at him. Instead he kept his gaze on the pot of food.
He’d fucked up. When he’d woken up and found his hand around Mike’s delicious cock, he should have rolled over and told Mike he hadn’t meant it. But he had. He’d meant it so much. He’d wanted to touch and taste Mike for so long. It had been amazing too. Sucking on Mike had been perfect. Then when Mike had licked him, it had been too much.
Mike’s gaze suddenly flicked up and he smirked. “You sleepwalk.”
“What?”
“You were outside. I caught you before you went too far. You said something about a goat.”
Tanner shook his head and stared at Mike open-mouthed as he poured up the soup. “A goat?”
“Yep.” Mike picked up both bowls and took them to the small table where they’d sat the night before. It seemed so long ago. It was before he’d kissed Mike, before they’d made love, and before things got weird.
“Shit, I thought I’d gotten over that.”
Mike turned to stare at him, his mouth open. He shook his head before setting the bowls down. “You know you sleepwalk, right?”
“Not for a long time. Not one time in the army, not that I know of.”
Mike ate some soup and chuckled after he swallowed. “Well you were outside and said—what was it? Let me think.” Mike ate more soup and Tanner spooned some into his mouth just as Mike started talking. “You said ‘I’m so thirsty I could drink a goat.’ That’s what you said.”
