Don’t think about it.
He took another drink and turned to Micah. “Can we forget about this ‘stuff’?”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff.” He held up his hand like a puppet and made talk-talk motions.
Micah looked a little taken aback.
Chandler put his glass down on the table. Then he took a chance—because he needed this really bad—and leaned in and kissed Micah.
Hard.
“Whoa,” said Micah, pulling away.
Chandler sat back. No. No “whoa!” Fuck. Let’s fuck.
He studied Micah’s face. Raised an eyebrow.
A sly smile crept onto Micah’s face. He leaned in close and returned the kiss.
Thank fucking God.
FOURTEEN
CHANDLER NEEDED this. He needed it bad. He needed to lose himself in flesh and passion and cocks and… and Micah.
When Micah kissed him back—and God, for a moment he was afraid that Micah didn’t want to—Chandler responded with all his might. He kissed Micah hard. Opened his mouth and invited Micah in.
Micah’s tongue met with Chandler’s, and he slowed the kiss to a tenderer one.
Chandler was having none of it. He wanted sex. He wanted real! He wanted to lose himself. He unbuttoned Micah’s shirt—practically tore at it—and shoved his hands inside, and God, it was glorious. Hard muscles and a fine layer of hair. Man. All man.
And God, yes, Micah moved his hands leisurely over Chandler’s chest, feeling it from the outside of his shirt and then slowly moving to the buttons. He undid them one by one, taking his sweet time.
“Dammit!” Chandler cried, pulling away. “Kiss me!” And he crushed his mouth against Micah’s.
But Micah pulled back. “Easy, Buck. I’m not going anywhere.”
What the fuck? “What?”
“I don’t wanna rush through this. Let’s take our time and enjoy each other.”
“Rushing can be hot!” Chandler practically whined.
Then Micah looked at him with those big dark eyes, and Chandler stopped. Words just froze in his throat. And Micah reached out and cupped Chandler’s cheek in his big rough hand.
“Slow will be hotter. Trust me.”
Trust? Micah wanted him to trust him?
Micah went in for another kiss, a tender one. He rested his hands on Chandler’s arms, caressed them. Casually, he moved them to Chandler’s partially open shirt and whisked it open the rest of the way, ran his large fingers through the hair, stroking up and down Chandler’s chest.
Chandler shivered delightedly. But, God! So slow! It felt good, but he wanted Micah to pounce on him. He moaned.
Micah found Chandler’s right nipple and gave a gentle squeeze, making Chandler moan again. So gentle for such a big guy. Micah moved in gently—easily, as if coming in for another kiss, but his eyes were fixed on Chandler’s chest. His head moved lower, and he buried his face in Chandler’s chest hair and inhaled deeply. It was a very erotic feeling, and the sensation of Micah’s stubble rubbing against Chandler’s skin was delightful.
Micah turned his head and went for Chandler’s left nipple, licking it lightly, playing with it with his tongue. Then sucking on it.
“Oh!” Chandler cried and placed his right hand on the back of Micah’s head and pulled it against him—wordlessly demanding more.
Micah began to nibble and suck Chandler’s nipples a little faster, but still gently. It was torture. Wonderful torture.
He pulled back and completely removed Chandler’s shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. Micah eyed him up and down.
“Gorgeous,” he said simply. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
Chandler blushed. “I’m not. You are.”
Micah blushed right along with him and then kissed Chandler’s cheek. “You are gorgeous.” Then kissed his neck. “Absolutely—” Kissed his collarbone. “—gorgeous.” Kissed his chest.
Chandler shivered again and for some damned reason wanted to cry. He couldn’t remember when someone last said such sweet words to him.
Hand still at the back of Micah’s head, he pulled him upward so that he could kiss him again. And this time he tried—although it wasn’t easy—to take it slow. To kiss that mouth, then open his own unhurriedly, let his tongue touch Micah’s lips, see if he would take the invitation.
Micah went for it, a stronger kiss with his tongue meeting Chandler’s. Micah pulled him in close, their chests pressed together in a glorious mix of hair and sweat.
Chandler wanted more and opened the last two or three buttons on Micah’s shirt so he could push it off those impossibly large shoulders and let his hands caress all that skin, all those hard muscles.
“God, that feels so good,” Micah said with a long sigh.
Chandler fell back onto the bed and pulled Micah down on top of him, wanting the big man to cover him and hide him from the world. Needing to feel his weight.
Micah pushed himself up and looked into Chandler’s blue eyes with a piercing gaze. There was passion in those eyes. It had been years since anyone had looked at him like that.
Micah began kissing Chandler’s bare chest, moving down his body inch by inch, and he grew hard in anticipation.
“Look at you.” And Chandler could hear the excitement in his voice.
Micah reached to undo Chandler’s pants, and Chandler propped himself up and watched. Micah pulled Chandler’s pants down, and his cock sprang up, rock hard and aching.
Do it, he thought. Please.
Micah moved his head closer to Chandler’s cock and—oh yes!—he felt the stubble on Micah’s jaw on his balls.
“Oh God,” he said and shivered hard again. Micah’s tongue brushed along his balls, and then he sucked on them gently. Then Micah’s stubbly face moved up, lips and tongue caressing Chandler’s shaft. And oh God, that combination of sensations—tickling and the ever so slight roughness of the almost beard and more—was making him gasp.
Micah teased Chandler, kissing the head of his cock lightly. Touching it with the tip of his tongue. It was killing him!
“Please, Micah. Please!”
With those words, his entire cock was enveloped in Micah’s hot, wet mouth. Lips wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down while Micah’s tongue laved every inch of it.
Chandler arched his back, lifting his ass off the bed and trying desperately to get deeper into the beautiful man’s mouth. Micah grabbed on to Chandler’s ass, using his strong hands to raise his body. God, it was so intense, and God, he was going to cum, and no, he couldn’t. Micah wanted them to go slow.
“Stop!” he cried. “Stop or I’ll cum, Micah!”
Just like that, Micah pulled back, leaving Chandler’s cock glistening with saliva and precum. Chandler collapsed to the mattress, gasping. And when he could say something, it was, “Kiss me.”
The big man straddled him, their bodies touching, and leaned in for a kiss. Strong. Passionate.
Chandler’s cock was aching under the weight of Micah’s body. He wanted his turn on top. But how could he get him to roll over? There was no way he could push Micah over!
Ask!
“Micah,” he said. He pushed against one of Micah’s pecs, trying to hint. “L-let me… I want….”
As if reading his mind, Micah lifted himself into a kneeling position and grabbed on to Chandler, holding him tight. Micah rolled onto his back with Chandler in his firm grasp, leaving Chandler directly on top of him.
“Yes,” Chandler said, and just… looked. Looked at that face, that incredibly strong neck, that wide chest, rounded pectorals, lovely huge areolas, and tight hard nipples. The hair was just enough to erotically emphasize the muscles without hiding them and ran down over a washboard stomach. He didn’t know where to begin and finally did what Micah had done to him. Crushed his face against Micah’s chest and breathed in. Breathed in the scent of him (why hadn’t he ever done that to anyone before?) and smelled man and a hint of some kind of soap, and best of all, a wonderful unde
rtone of clean sweat. It was enough to make his hips rock involuntarily against Micah and—oh!—Micah was hard too (how the hell had he missed that?), and he pushed his erection hard against Micah’s.
Micah moaned loudly. “That feels incredible. Keep going.”
He wanted to laugh and had no idea why, and then he realized it was because he felt so damned good. And it wasn’t just his cock against Micah’s. It was something more.
Those eyes! Oh, those eyes. He could almost fall into them.
“Take me, Buck,” Micah said.
Chandler’s eyes went wide. What? Micah wanted him to…?
“I want to feel you inside me,” Micah was almost whispering. “Take me.”
“I thought you wanted to go slow,” Chandler said, eyebrows raised high.
“Yes, I wanted us to feel each other on the outside. Now, I want us to feel each other inside.”
Well, fuck. He wasn’t going to say no to that. But “First things first,” and scooting back, he broke records getting Micah’s pants open, revealing an underwear-clad column of flesh that looked huge, a wet spot the size of a silver dollar at its tip.
Taste it. He had to taste it.
He did.
Chandler lowered his face and opened his mouth wide and sucked at the spot, tasting sweetness and salt and slick wetness and hard, hot flesh.
“God!” Micah nearly screamed it out.
Then Chandler pulled the underwear down and beheld Micah’s cock. Huge. He gasped. And had to suck it. Had to.
And he did.
“I’m getting so close,” said Micah. “You’re getting me close.”
Already? But he understood. This time Chandler did laugh. He sat up and laughed in delight. “Not yet!” he cried and then wiggled off the bed. He stood and pulled off Micah’s tennis shoes and hell, his socks too (revealing that even his feet looked strong, were big) and then, yes, those pants. Legs strong. And hairy. Wonderfully hairy. Then the underwear, and he didn’t fucking care if he tore them.
That cock. That huge cock! Thick and long and uncut.
Thank you, God.
Micah’s balls were big too. They hung in a lovely fleshy scrotum, and as much as he wanted to honor Micah’s request to be fucked, he had to try those.
He did.
The skin and those balls were heaven in his mouth and smelled so beautifully male.
Micah moaned. “Oh God, yes.” His cock was swelling, leaking more precum.
Don’t make him cum yet!
Chandler lifted Micah’s balls, then licked lower, lower, lifting Micah’s lower thighs, pushing them back and up, pressing his face lower and lower, kissing, licking.
Micah lifted his legs, pulled them back.
And there was Micah’s asshole, and it was beautiful.
Everything went way too fast after that, but Chandler couldn’t help it, and Micah was urging him and he was rimming Micah (wonderful) and then asking for the condom, and then they were fucking and neither lasted long.
Chandler came hard, and Micah did as well, and Chandler didn’t think that Micah had even touched himself.
There was a lot of cum.
And then he collapsed against Micah, fell on top of him, and he was already nodding off. Somehow he managed to kiss Micah first, and then he rolled off and snuggled against him.
Micah held him close, comfortably tight, and he felt the brush of Micah’s lips on the top of his head.
He smiled and sighed happily and then drifted right off to sleep.
FIFTEEN
MICAH WOKE to Buck stirring against him. How could he not? He had the smaller man practically enveloped in his arms. It was wonderful. So intimate. So comfortable. It might be silly—he barely knew the man—but right now, in this moment, he didn’t care.
“What is that?” Buck asked. Was that irritation?
“What?” Micah asked. Then he laughed. “I think that’s me.” He pressed his morning erection against Buck’s sweet ass.
Buck laughed with him. “Not that. Although I’m not complaining. I mean, what’s that racket?”
Oh. Right. It was the birds, again, as usual. Greeting the world with their early morning song. “There’s a tree right outside my window,” he said. “Mynah birds call it home. I’ll close the window.”
Micah started to get up, but Buck kept a firm grip on his arm. “No, no. It’s just—mynah birds? Really?”
Micah propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Buck, who looked so sweet in the morning. How did he do that? Micah nodded. “Yes.”
“Mynah birds. I wasn’t expecting mynah birds. Parrots, maybe. Lovebirds, you know? But I didn’t even think about mynah birds.”
“I guess you’re not used to hearing birds in the city.”
“Oh for goodness sake.” Buck rolled his eyes. “Of course we hear birds in the city. Ever hear cardinal song? It’s really pretty. It’s a nice sound to wake up to.”
“You’re nice to wake up to.” Micah kissed Buck lightly on the forehead, pulled Buck against him, and ran his fingers through Buck’s chest hair.
“If you don’t stop,” said Buck, “you’re gonna get me in the mood again.”
“Sounds like an invitation.”
And then, wonderfully, they were kissing. And that was followed by Micah finding out what it was like to be inside Buck.
It was wonderful.
After: “Would you like some coffee?” Micah asked.
“I’d love some.” Chandler sat up. “I’d kill for some.”
Micah got up and went naked to the cupboard for his special reserve. Only for double shifts for that extra caffeine boost. And now for sexy, adorable Buck.
“I’ll bet you’ve never had Kona coffee in Kansas.”
Buck laughed. “Well, naturally I’ve heard of Kona coffee. Just ’cause I’m haole doesn’t mean I haven’t heard of Kona coffee!”
“Well, how about some that was roasted about two weeks ago.”
Buck’s eyes went wide. “Oooooh. Sounds great.”
“My cousin works on a coffee plantation. He gets me a really good price.”
Buck climbed out of bed and luckily had as much modesty as Micah. He came right to him, naked, and God he looked so damned sexy. He was perfect. And over his swinging cock (which by the way was exactly right, not too small or big) was a bright little bush of copper-red pubic hair, brighter even than his trimmed beard and chest hair. Hot!
“Although I don’t know why it’s called Kona coffee,” Chandler said. “I figured it was some Hawaiian word.”
“It comes from the Kona region of the Big Island on the slopes of Mauna Loa,” Micah explained. “The combination of the mild weather there and the volcanic soil is what gives it its unique flavor. Smooth, creamy, maybe a hint of a chocolate taste.” Micah paused. “I sound like a commercial, don’t I? Maybe I should let you try it for yourself.”
So Micah started a pot, and Buck wrapped his arms around Micah while it brewed and kissed him again, and damn, if he wasn’t getting another hard-on.
Buck waggled fire-red eyebrows.
No. Pause. Time out.
Then he remembered something. “Oh! I wanted to show you something.” He turned.
“I’ve seen your ass already,” Buck said. “Although in the light of day, I must say I’m even more impressed.”
Micah chuckled. “Thanks.” He went to his computer. “Now come here.”
He switched on his computer—he hadn’t actually closed it so it came to life pretty quickly (shorter than it took for the coffee to brew)—and in only a moment or two brought up a picture.
“That’s Magic Island.”
“Oh my God!” Buck exclaimed, and his reaction couldn’t have made Micah happier. “It hardly looks real. Those colors. Oh my God.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Micah said.
“It looks like a crater or something, you know?” He bent over and studied the laptop screen. It made for a lovely presentation of his sweet round ass and han
ging balls, and Micah marveled that he’d been inside that not even half an hour ago.
Boy, could things happen fast.
“You know, like this meteor or something crashed in the ocean,” Buck said, “and this is what it left.”
“Want to go?”
Buck stood up quickly and looked over his shoulder. “When?”
“How about today? I’ve got it off, although I have to be at the restaurant this evening.”
“Really?” Buck grinned.
His smile was so big Micah would have thought he’d never been to a beach before. Of course, he had never been to a Hawaiian beach, and Micah was prejudiced—he couldn’t imagine better beaches in the world. And he told Buck just that.
“But you’ve never been anywhere but the islands,” Buck replied playfully. “Maybe I could take you to one or two beaches sometime. See if you’re right.”
Micah raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
Buck nodded.
Like how could he do that? With his studio apartment, Buck couldn’t have much more money than he did. Buck must be just playing. “I’ll look forward to it,” Micah said, joining the game. “But let’s have some coffee first.”
“Sounds great,” Buck said.
Micah went to the pot, and sure enough it was ready, and he poured them each a cup. He watched as Buck tried his. To his delight, Buck’s whole face lit up.
“My God, that is wonderful!”
Micah wanted to laugh. He liked pleasing this man.
Hopefully, he’d get to do a lot of it. Because he didn’t know why, but he found he was wanting to spend a lot of time with him.
A lot of time.
SIXTEEN
CHANDLER WAS as happy as could be. He was going to the beach after all. Sure, he might not live on the beach like he’d imagined he would (like he should have been able to), but at least he was going.
And he was going with Micah.
For some reason that made Chandler feel like a little kid in a candy store.
It wasn’t like he had never been to a beach before. He’d been to South Beach in Miami (not to mention a few nude beaches in Florida as well). He’d been to Las Islas Cies, for goodness sake. He’d seen the stunning chalk headland of Beachy Head in East Sussex, England, as well as the White Cliffs of Dover—although those were quite narrow beaches and more photogenic than a place to frolic. But of course those weren’t Hawaiian beaches. And weren’t Hawaiian beaches supposed to be the most beautiful beaches in the world?
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