Tropical Depression

by BA Tortuga

  “Oh damn. Want you.” Shane rocked up toward his touch, muscles going tight and hard.

  “Yeah. Soon, darlin’. I promise. Got a few other plans first.” He knew how much Shane liked the dildo, not as much as he liked Galen, sure, but as a setup? It worked like a charm. He got it, got the lube, then sat back between Shane’s thighs, his cock leaking against Shane’s leg.

  “Open up for me, Shane.” Those muscled thighs parted, knees bent and pulled back, offering him everything. Lord. That made him moan. Galen got the dildo good and slick, along with his fingers, and pushed two of them against Shane’s hole, holding the dildo ready.

  “Shit.” Shane was watching, panting, teeth sunk into that bottom lip.

  “Hot. Shane. Darlin’.” So hot inside. He got it going quick, knowing neither of them could take too much teasing, got Shane stretched just enough that the dildo would burn going in. Then he slid his fingers out and slid the warmed toy right in, watching Shane open around it.

  “Oh, fuck, yes.” Shane arched, balls drawing up tight. “Galen.”

  His fingers found the edge of that sensitive skin, barely touching, tracing the end of the dildo. He couldn’t believe how that looked, what it did to him.

  The headboard creaked as Shane tugged, body going taut.

  “You just make me want things, darlin’. Such things.” The plan. He had to get with the plan. Well, he was doing pretty damned well, but Galen wanted more. He reached for another strap; this one wasn’t leather but a soft braided silk. It trailed over Shane’s nipples as he dangled it.

  “What do you think I’m gonna do with this one?”

  Shane blinked, moaning low. “It’s soft, feels good. Gonna drive me crazy?”

  “You bet I am.” Himself in the process too. He ran the end of the strap down Shane’s belly, just over the straining cock.

  “Oh. Oh.” Shane bucked up, rolling.

  “Makes your skin jump and twitch, doesn’t it?” Shit, yeah. Galen wrapped it loosely around the base of Shane’s shaft, pulling so it rubbed lightly as it slid free.

  “Uhn.” He got a nod, a gasp, Shane’s legs shifting and sliding on the bed.

  That? He had to do again. He wrapped, pulled, watched Shane’s face as he did it over and over again.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Len.” Shane bucked up, whimpering low.

  “What about here, darlin’?” The strap slipped down, rubbing over Shane’s balls.

  “Oh. Christ, love. Don’t stop.”

  “Not gonna.” Not by a long shot. He teased Shane with that damned strap until they were both shaking, both panting. Finally he reached for the dildo, jostling it. “You ready for me, Shane? Ready to let me in?”

  “Please. Need it. Now.” Shane twisted, damn near wild. “Now.”

  He shuddered, easing the dildo free, getting himself slick so he could push right in, taking Shane deep. He just… fuck.

  “Len!” Shane’s ass rippled around him, fluttering and squeezing and driving him crazy.

  “Shane. Darlin’.” He was gonna go off like a firecracker on the Fourth, and he wanted Shane with him. He wrapped that silk strap around Shane’s prick and started stroking, moaning deep and low, feeling it vibrate through him. Shane started babbling, making promises and threats, filthy words pouring out as his lover worked him, met each stroke. He nodded, knowing exactly what Shane meant, feeling his balls pull up and his eyes roll back. “Shane! Fuck!”

  He shouted as he shot, filling Shane deep and hard.

  Shane followed right along, grunting and pulsing in his hand, making the silk hot and wet.

  Galen slumped, landing half on and half off Shane’s chest. “Oh. Darlin’.”

  “Uh-huh. Love.” Shane nodded, heart pounding.

  “That’ll show you to work so much.” He nuzzled, holding Shane close, laughter chuffing out of him.

  “You know it. Missed you something fierce.”

  “You too. Missed you bad. You’re gonna have to make it up to Goob too.” Later. After they snuggled and maybe did that again.

  “’Kay. Will. Promise.” Shane nodded, kissed him.

  “Just stay here a bit, though.” First he wanted his share of Shane. And that? Well, hell. He’d never get enough of that.

  Not in a whole lifetime.

  THE PHONE rang just when Galen was about to get up and grab a cup of coffee. He and Shane had been busy beavers, and he was feeling good, so he went ahead and answered it. “Hello?”

  “Len! You got a minute?”

  He tried hard not to roll his eyes, even though the guy on the other end couldn’t see him. He recognized the congenial North Carolina accent as one of Frank’s cronies. One he didn’t particularly trust.

  “Hey, EW. What’s up?” Galen headed out on the deck so he didn’t wake Shane, who needed his sleep.

  “I was wondering if you’d run some numbers with me. I got a meeting with the board at Duke Electric today, and I need some help.”

  Galen blinked. “Not sure that’s in my area, E-Dub.”

  “It’s a sponsorship, so it really is our purview. You have a knack, buddy.”

  “I have some plans today, man.” He’d guaranteed his time, in fact.

  Goober came waddling out and flopped in the sun, ears flying. That meant Shane was up and moving.

  “It’ll take five minutes.”

  Galen glanced into the kitchen window. Shane wasn’t looking for him yet, so he sat at the patio table. “Five minutes, man. That’s all I got.”

  “Thanks. I really appreciate it, Lenny.”

  He gritted his teeth. That drawn-out Lenny made him want to hit something. “Bring it on.”

  When Shane brought him a cup of coffee ten minutes later, he caught Shane’s wrist and pulled his lover down to sit with him. They were just going over the same old thing over and over.

  “Uh-huh. I think you got a handle on it, buddy.” He winked at Shane. “No, I got to go. Right. Bye.”

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Shane said, eyes shadowed by a gimme cap.

  “I know. I was glad you came out. Boring.”

  “Mmm. It’s good that you’re in demand.”

  The phone rang again, and Galen checked the number. Nope. Not today. He turned off the ringer. “What do you want for breakfast?”

  “Besides coffee?” Shane chuckled. “Something sweet?”

  “Sounds great, darlin’. Let’s do it.” He stood and stretched, glad he’d kept his resolve and not spent his whole day doing business on the phone.

  That smile on Shane’s face made it all perfect. Now, if Goober would just stop farting.

  Chapter Twelve

  MAN, GOOB could snore.

  The pup was curled up under Shane’s desk in the little bed Galen’d bought him, sawing logs while Shane got tomorrow’s deposit ready, listening to the guys downstairs cleaning and singing and goofing off.

  Still, snoring was way better than farting, and the sound was like home.

  Not Galen-moaning home.

  Or the home when Len called him “Darlin’.”

  Or even the way Galen sang while he was cooking.

  Or….

  Okay. Shit. He was getting a woody. He shifted in his chair, adjusted himself.

  “You got Goob down there with a stick of butter, darlin’?” Wow. He’d conjured Galen out of thin air. Cool.

  “He’s dreaming about bacon and chew toys.” Shane grinned up, licking his lips at the sight that filled his doorway. Boots, jeans, black shirt, black hat—the whole fucking package just for him. Damn.

  And there was this… belt buckle. He couldn’t remember ever seeing it before, but man, it was shiny and big and sat just above Galen’s….

  “Are you listening, darlin’?”

  “Huh?” Listening? To what? He’d been busy looking.

  “Are you listening to me? I was asking if you were about done. I figure we wouldn’t even wake the pup if I bent you over the desk and fucked you nice and hard.”

  Whoa. Gro
wly, dark-devil-eyed Galen.

  “Oh… I shoulda been listening.” His hand found his cock, good and hard now, rubbed through the denim.

  “Stop that.” Galen grinned, pushing off the doorframe and coming right up to the desk, that buckle taunting him. “That’s mine, Shane.”

  “Yours?” He reached out, fingers sliding on that tight fucking belly. So hot.

  “Yeah. I want to touch it. Feel you. How about you get up around here and show me?” Galen took his hand, pulled him up, pulled him around the desk. Then he got a kiss that made his brains leak out his ears. Oh, sweet fuck. He wrapped his hand around Len’s nape, petted the short, thick hair curling there.

  “Mmm, yeah.” Oh, the steel wool voice just made him melt. Galen gripped his butt and lifted, that buckle pressing into his belly.

  “Fucking hot.” He licked the edges of that neat, trim little mustache, hips jerking as Galen shivered.

  “Yeah. Got to missing you, sitting at home. Thinking about you. Decided it was time to come get you.” Galen tugged at his shirt, getting it up and off and floating off to the floor somewhere. Then those big hands were on his jeans, opening them right up so Galen could feel just how hard he was.

  “Oh fuck. Was thinking about you. The way you sound.” He started unbuttoning Galen’s shirt, fingers slipping in to stroke those tiny little nipples.

  Galen moaned, the sound deep, almost hoarse. “Yeah? You like the way I sound, darlin’? I like the way you feel.” Rough and callused, Galen’s fingers closed around him, the flat of Galen’s palm riding up and down his cock.

  He groaned, eyes rolling, thighs spreading as his balls went tight. “Make me so fucking hard.”

  “I can tell, Shane. Love it. Let’s get these off.” Letting him go, Galen pushed at his jeans, the air brushing him seeming cold compared to Galen’s heat. He wiggled, getting himself naked before reaching for that shiny buckle hiding that heavy prick from him. Galen let him, standing back a little, arms spread. “Come on, darlin’. Wanting to fuck you soon.”

  He nodded, groaning low, lips sliding on that exposed skin while his fingers opened belt and fly. Galen smelled so fucking fine, all sex and soap and man.

  “Yeah. Oh yeah.” Together, they got the belt off, the jeans down, and Galen stripped off that black shirt all by himself. “You have anything, darlin’? Or do I need to get you ready?”

  “I got whiskey and lip balm….” He winked as Galen hooted, reaching for him. “Got to make a Galen drawer. You know—lube, breath mints, butt plug.”

  “There you go. Well, then, turn around here and bend over.” Galen arranged him over the desk, face down, and he heard Galen’s knees hit the floor behind him, felt Galen’s breath on his ass. Then Galen’s cheek rubbed him, hands spread him, just before Galen’s tongue slid out to touch his hole.

  He jerked, a deep sound sliding from him as his thighs went tight. “Len. Sweet fuck. So hot.”

  A rough noise was his only answer, sliding right up his spine as Galen licked and pushed, opening him up and getting him good and wet.

  He rocked into it, nipples hard as fuck, little rings dragging on the desk. His cock was leaking, every motion making him throb.

  Len slid two fingers inside him, scraping his last fucking nerve raw, stretching him. In, out, getting him good and open, that tongue just demanding. Finally Galen got up, rubbing all along him, chest hair scraping up his thighs, ass, and back. Galen’s cock prodded him, wet and hot. “You ready?”

  “Fuck, yes. Need it.” He thrust back, demanding.

  Bastard. Looking so fine. Sounding so good. Then teasing him with that prick. It was good to be him.

  “Good. ’Cause I’m hurtin’.” That was the end of the teasing, Galen sliding right in, splitting him with that thick cock, hot as all get-out. Hips against his ass, Galen pressed him down, hands sliding along his arms to spread them wide on the desk, so he gripped the edge. “Just like that until I say, darlin’.”

  Oh. Fuck him raw, he loved this man. “Bossy.” He held on, all spread and stretched out, holding Galen tight, muscles buzzing with it.

  “Needing.” Galen started moving, just short, sharp thrusts, rocking him against the desk. They generated enough heat to warm up a third-world country, and Galen let him have it, grunting, talking to him, voice washing over him like a whiskey bath. The wood under him was slick, cool in contrast to the pure heat behind him, inside him. He could fucking feel everything—Galen’s thighs, the pointed hipbones against his ass. Those lips against his shoulder, telling him things that made him ache, made him moan deep and low. Galen dropped one hand to his hip, the other sliding between him and the table to find his nipple, twisting the little ring.

  “You got any idea how fucking hot you are, darlin’? How crazy you make me? Love you.”

  “Len. Oh, love. Been needing this. All of me.” He lifted up on his toes, fingers going white-knuckled as he arched.

  “Me too, Shane. So bad. Let go, darlin’.” Galen pulled against his chest as his hands popped loose, yanking him up and back so that cock pushed up in him hard. Galen’s other hand slid forward to wrap around his cock, squeezing.

  “Galen!” He went all tight and white-hot, belly clenching as he shot, eyes rolling with it.

  “Fuck….” Galen groaned, long and low, hips pumping. Wet heat filled him just a few seconds later, Galen’s whole big body shaking behind him.

  He looked up and back, trying to catch his breath, get himself a kiss. “Hey. Wow.”

  “Hey.” Galen kissed him, open and sloppy. “That was worth gettin’ all dressed up for.”

  “Uh-huh. You looked… damn. Ain’t nothing like you anywhere else.”

  “Good thing too.” Galen moved back, turned him for another kiss, laughing as Goob snored loud and long. “I sure thought it was more exciting than that, darlin’.”

  He chuckled. “Shit, Len. We don’t want him getting enthused when there’s dangling bits involved.”

  “Lord, no. Maybe he’s just getting used to us.”

  “Maybe.” He took himself another kiss. “Glad you came down, Len. Made my night.”

  “Let’s get that deposit in, and I can take you home and make it again.” Galen went for his jeans. “I’ll even carry Goob.”

  “You’re good to me.” He leaned down, kissed the small of Galen’s back.

  Yeah. Good to him and just home.

  Chapter Thirteen

  DUDE.

  Kung fu theater.

  Popcorn.

  Rain storm outside.

  Beer.

  Sleeping puppy.

  Life? She was good.

  Shane hooted as the big bad guy weirdo monk type fuckers tried to jump the good guy—Lee? Hwung? Something. You knew he was good, ’cause he kept getting his ass kicked and his teacher-dude died—and asses were kicked.

  “Len! Man! You’re missing it!”

  “What? What the hell are you going on about, darlin’?”

  “The good guy’s gonna actually maybe win.” He grinned over, grabbed some popcorn, trying to decide whether to eat it or toss it at Galen.

  Oh.

  Galen who was looking all showered and wet and….

  Oh, yum.

  Galen came right on out and grabbed some popcorn, blocking his view a minute, but the towel-clad ass? Was just fine.

  “Yeah? They always do eventually.”

  “Yeah, it’s cool….” He reached out, hand sliding up along Galen’s thigh.

  “Sounds like a lot of wailing cats, darlin’.” It did, kinda, when you weren’t watching. Ooh, warm, right where Galen’s thigh met his ass.

  He slipped down onto the floor, tongue chasing the tiny drops of water caught on the dark, dark hair on Galen’s leg. “Uh-huh….”

  “Mmm.” That was a happy, horny noise if he ever heard one. “Gonna teach me some kung fu, Shane?”

  “’Kay.” He wasn’t really listening. Who would with all that skin waiting for his tongue? He licked up along to the crease
where ass met thigh, fingers spreading those legs some.

  Galen opened his stance right up, thigh muscles tight and strong under his hand, balls dangling between. The scent was all soap and man.

  “Oh…. Oh, Len.” He couldn’t decide whether to spread those sweet, muscled cheeks or reach to stroke Len’s balls, tug ’em a little.

  “Mmm-hmm. Like that, darlin’? Sure I’m not interrupting the movie?” Oh, Len was teasing, ass swaying, that strong, strong back twisting. He settled on hefting that velvet-soft sac, rolling those balls while his teeth scraped the small of Galen’s back. Fuck the movie.

  “Uhn.” That growly thing sent shivers right down his spine, and suddenly Galen’s scent was stronger, hotter. He’d bet that sweet cock was hard and wet for him.

  He slid his fingers up to check, and oh. Oh yeah. Thick and hot and hard as Chinese algebra—which was a dumb fucking saying, because they never, never, never did algebra in the damn movies and….

  Oh, slick.

  He got his fingertips wet, brought them around to draw a lazy circle around Len’s hole.

  “In me, darlin’. Want you. Please….” Man. Oh, man. Galen didn’t ask pretty very often.

  “Uh-huh. Wanna love on you.” He spread Galen and started licking, started wetting that tight little hole, pressing inside, just enough to tease.

  “Want you too. So bad. Was thinking about you in the shower, Shane. Waited for you, but you had popcorn.” Len was kinda… babbling. It was cool. Made him feel…. Fuck, it made him feel damn fine—hard and hungry and all about being hot. He eased in deeper, working his jeans open with one hand.

  They turned together, Len leaning down on the couch, the bend at the waist opening Len right up for him. He whimpered—couldn’t help it, Len was so hot—and he surged up, tongue sliding along Len’s spine. He got to the curve of one shoulder blade and bit down. Giving back a little of what Len’d given him.

  “Fuck! Darlin’. Gonna drive me crazy.” Every muscle in Len’s big body tensed, and he could feel it. Feel Len fighting the need to turn around and give it to him good. It was sexy as hell.