Tropical Depression

by BA Tortuga

  “Rather look at you.” Still, it made him look down, made him look at his cock in Shane’s hand. His stomach tightened, his asscheeks tight as he thrust.

  Shane bucked, water splashing, and those lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking hard.

  “Shane. Darlin’. Gonna. Oh.” Yeah, just like that. Hell, Shane had started way before him, and he was the one gonna come, so fast.

  Shane made a deep, low sound around his thumb, eyes rolling, hand making waves in the water. Galen made his own share of noise, groans tearing from him as he came right into Shane’s hand, his whole body shaking.

  “Damn. Hey.” Shane leaned, licked his cock clean, sliding in the water.

  “Hey.” He grinned, waiting for Shane to finish up before kneeling beside the tub for a kiss. “I got muffins. And a hellacious amount of lube.”

  Shane’s cheeks went bright pink. “Yeah? I… I like muffins.”

  “I know. I got you chocolate chip walnut.” He poked. “So you were thinking on it?”

  “I was. Yeah. Reckoned we could try it. No reason we couldn’t stop if it didn’t work.” Shane met his eyes, the look hot, hungry.

  “You know it. Anything that doesn’t feel right, we can stop.” That had always been their policy, and so far Shane had never stopped him. He felt heat rise in his own cheeks, his nipples going hard again. “I just… I want to try.”

  “Uh-huh. I keep thinking about you. Your hand. Yeah.”

  “When?” Damn, he knew he was pushing, but he wanted…. “We got milk and muffins out there.”

  “I got today and tomorrow off, Len….”

  “Tonight, then, darlin’. Tonight.” God. He couldn’t wait.

  “Yeah.” Shane nodded, licked his lips, kissed him. “Tonight.”

  “I’ll make it good for you, darlin’.” He would, so good that it blew both of their minds.

  “Well, duh.” The look he got made him grin, made him proud. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt there.

  He kissed Shane, hard. “Cool. Come on, darlin’. Let’s go have muffins before the milk gets warm.” He wanted to build the anticipation, make sure they were both good to go tonight.

  “Mmm. Chocolate muffins.” Shane stood up, water sliding down his skin.

  Galen stood too. “Yeah. Just for you. No sharing with Goob.” Not after the last muffin mess. Ick.

  “No. Because cranberries? Not fun.” He got a wink, a grin.

  Galen laughed. “Not for him. But they sure make good bait.”

  Shane cackled, whapped him with the towel, good and hard.

  “Oh, you’ll pay for that, Shane.” He tweaked one nipple, pulling at the ring. God, he loved doing everything with this man, laughing right up there at the top.

  “Promises, promises.” Shane headed out, focusing in on those muffins, towel wrapped around that fine ass.

  God, he couldn’t wait for tonight. That ass? Was just begging for it.

  HE COULDN’T stop staring at Galen’s hands.

  On the remote.

  Petting the dog.

  Holding his coffee cup.

  Scratching one arm.

  Shane was a little worried. After all, he couldn’t stop staring now—what the hell was he supposed to do tomorrow?

  Tomorrow when they’d.

  He’d.

  That hand had.

  Damn.

  Of course, he didn’t have to work tomorrow, and if he couldn’t stop staring, well, he reckoned Galen would forgive him.

  Either that or Galen wouldn’t be able to stop staring at his ass and they’d be even up.

  GALEN MADE sure there was lube and lots of it, along with a good bottle of whiskey, some towels and washcloths, and candles and shit for atmosphere.

  He felt like a dork.

  But, damn, he wanted it to be good. Right. Something special to remember, not a disaster. Shane was still in the bathroom, showering, kinda shaky after the… well. After they’d cleaned him out good. That was the safest way to do it, and Shane had been mostly okay with it, and it was all ready.

  Fuck. He sounded like Shane. In his head. He needed to just get on with it. He got the fluffiest bath sheet thing they had (bright purple with pink flamingos, bought for Shane’s last birthday) and went to get Shane out of the shower.

  “Come on, darlin’. We’re ready.”

  “Yeah.” The water turned off and Shane stepped out, pushing right into him and the towel, face lifting for a kiss. He kissed back, feeling like both of them needed the reassurance, the steadying. This was supposed to be hot, good, and it would be, but he hadn’t ever played on this level. Not even with Shane.

  The kiss went on and on, Shane relaxing into it, starting to moan, to rub against him. Oh yeah, that was it. Perfect. Fucking A. Galen grabbed Shane’s butt, squeezing, lifting him a little so Galen could start them back into the bedroom. He wanted Shane spread out on their bed.

  Shane came easy, soft sound pushed into his lips, almost vibrating. “Like those brown candles. Smell like you, sorta.”

  “Yeah? I like the kinda off-white ones.” They smelled like vanilla and musk. He grinned. Sappy. They sank down on the bed, and he stretched Shane out, licking those swollen lips, loving the feel of that body beneath his.

  “So long as we don’t buy the pink rosy-posey ones? We’re good.” Shane’s lips chased his tongue, eyes gone all hot and wanting.

  “Nope. Nothing but manly for us.” His tongue fit in Shane’s mouth so good, so easy, and he pulled at each of Shane’s nipple rings, tugging at them hard enough to sting.

  “Uhn.” Shane arched, following his hand, hips pushing up against his.

  “Yeah, darlin’.” He reached down, stroked that sweet cock he loved so damned much, licking the drops Shane already had there off his fingers. “So hot.”

  “Yeah. Been wanting and wanting.” Shane’s tongue licked his lips.

  “Me too.” Maybe he should take the edge off for Shane, relax him even more. Grinning, Galen bent to lick at Shane’s nipples, pulling Shane’s cock hard.

  “Oh!” Shane’s head went back, hips pumping up into his hand.

  “Hot. So hot.” He stroked and pulled, watching Shane wiggle and squirm, watching that skin go dark red, chest, belly, and thighs.

  “Uh-huh. Gonna, Len. I. Oh fuck. Love.” Shane’s heels dug into the mattress, giving Galen everything.

  “Now, darlin’. Now, please.” He wanted that, needed to see. Shane answered him with a sweet cry, heat spraying over his fingers. “Just like that.” He licked his hand clean, bent to kiss Shane lightly on the lips. “So fucking hot, darlin’.”

  Shane hummed, all relaxed and blinking. “Melted my brains, Len.”

  “Just your brain?” He grabbed the lube while Shane was still out of it, because the size of the tube might freak Shane out. He wanted to get Shane while he was melted and blinky. Galen grinned. Yeah, take advantage of that relaxation.

  Shane chuckled, stretched out, looking like the cat that got the cream. “Brains and bones, Len. All of me.”

  “Mmm. Liquid Shane. I could market it, make a fortune.” His fingers were good and wet, so he pressed two against Shane’s hole, using his other hand to spread those legs wider. His own need was still strong, still there, but he wanted this so bad.

  “Mmm….” Shane let him in, easy as pie, the look on that face pure happy, not worried at all. “S’good.”

  “Yeah. Hot and tight.” Shane’s body fit him like no one else’s ever had. He moved his fingers in and out, jonesing on the look on Shane’s face, loving the little noises he got.

  It didn’t take long before Shane was moving with him, hips pushing and rocking, riding him. Eager.

  Hell. That was amazing. His fingers kept on moving, and he watched the hot flush that traveled up Shane’s chest, watched the nipple rings glint in the light. The third finger slid in as smoothly as he eased it in, trying to make it natural and good.

  Shane bent his knees, heels digging into the mattress. That made Shane�
�s belly ripple, go tight as he moved. “Mmm…. Len.”

  “Pretty, pretty, Shane. You look fucking decadent.” Erotic, addictive. He could eat Shane up. They stayed with three fingers for a bit, stretching Shane out, nice and easy.

  “Just love this.” Shane rolled up a little, stole a kiss.

  “Love you.” Yeah. He was amazed at how easily the fourth finger slid in after he squirted more lube out and he rubbed it around, how Shane took him. Just took him in.

  “Mmm… full.” Oh, that groan was fine, eyes drooping, lips parted.

  He stroked Shane’s belly with his free hand, feeling muscles quiver. His own belly was so tight, his breath catching in his chest. “You feel… oh fuck, Shane. Amazing.”

  He got a nod, a soft groan. Shane reaching up for the headboard.

  He stopped moving the fingers inside Shane, petting with his other hand. “Breathe, darlin’. You gotta breathe and just ride it.”

  “Breathe. I can do that.” The joke was soft, shaky.

  “You can, darlin’.” He leaned in, careful not to move his arm, and kissed Shane’s chin. “You’re so hot. Wanna move so bad. But I’m not gonna hurt you.”

  “No, you won’t. Gonna….” Shane’s eyes met his, dazed and hot. “Gonna hold me in your hand.”

  “Yeah. I am.” The tight muscles around his hand loosened, Shane relaxing for him just like that, and Galen drew a deep breath, making sure he was slick, so wet he could fold his thumb under and slide right in with it too. Shane clamped down on him for a moment. Then like he was meant to be there, Shane opened and let him in, and he slid all the way in, the widest part of his hand pushing through.

  A deep, low sound ripped out of Shane, pure, raw sensation. He could feel those muscles around him, rippling and fluttering, trying to adjust to him, his hand. To his wrist, when it finally stopped, Shane’s body snapping down around him. Galen shook, and he controlled himself ruthlessly. This was no time to lose it. Fuck, Shane felt like nothing else. It couldn’t be more intimate if he held Shane’s beating heart in his hand.

  “Galen.” Shane’s eyes were huge, wild, searching his. “I feel…. Oh.”

  God. Galen nodded, swallowing hard. His heart beat so hard he could barely hear anything else. “Yeah, darlin’. You do. I’m holding you. God.”

  He got a nod, and Shane reached down, fingers touching that flat belly, almost like Shane was feeling for his hand. “Yours. Love.”

  “Love you, darlin’.” Galen finally moved, opening and closing his fingers, watching Shane’s face for any sign of distress. His other hand moved almost on its own, grabbing Shane’s fingers and holding on tight.

  “Oh. Oh, Len. That.” Shane started panting, sheened with sweat. “So big.”

  “Good?” He knew it was good for him, knew it was probably good for Shane from that look, but he wanted to hear it.

  “Uh-huh….” Shane spread, panting for him. “Please.”

  Fuck, yes. Galen moved again, slow and gentle, fingers flexing even as he bent to kiss Shane. The touch of their lips was soft, sweet, totally at odds with the primal feel of what they were doing. It made Galen whimper. Shane’s fingers stroked his face, holding him, petting. Little sounds slipped into his lips, random and gentle, Shane giving them up for him.

  He kissed harder, his hand moving in even more, slipping and sliding. Galen panted, resting his forehead against Shane’s. “Darlin’.”

  “Uh-huh….” Shane shuddered, heart pounding and, oh Christ, Len could feel it around his hand.

  “Shane. Jesus, Shane.” His lower lip stung something fierce, and Galen realized he was biting it, hard. His hips wanted to move, his cock hard as stone, but he stayed still, so still, all but his hand inside Shane’s body. That he started moving rhythmically in time to Shane’s heartbeat.

  Those low sounds grew a little louder, Shane starting to move, so careful, so hot. Galen lost track of time, lost track of everything; the only thing in his whole fucking world was Shane. He brought his free hand down, touched Shane’s cock, barely stroking over the slit.

  That made Shane jerk, ripple around him. “Again, Len. Please.”

  Anything. He’d do anything to hear that voice sound that way. He stroked Shane again, fingers closing around that hard prick, and he finally found his own voice too, words spilling out. Rough words, filthy words and love words. Heat poured over his fingers, Shane’s cock spilling and spilling and staying hard for him. Those cries filled the air, sweeter than Tupelo honey and twice as precious.

  “Oh God, Shane. God.” Galen shook, his own cock jerking without ever being touched as he shot, holding his damned arm still by will alone.

  “Never. Never gonna not feel this. In me.” Shane’s head tossed; he panted. “So fucking big.”

  “I know, darlin’. I know.” Galen watched Shane, tried to catch his breath. “Love.”

  “Uh-huh.” Shane whimpered, legs moving restlessly, hips moving in tiny jerks.

  He couldn’t ever put into words how Shane looked, how Shane felt. He wasn’t good at shit like that. But Galen knew he’d never forget it as long as he lived. He stroked Shane’s belly and hip, just touching. Every touch made Shane purr, made him shift and moan, made that pretty, hard prick jerk.

  Nothing had ever looked better. Galen shifted enough that he could bend, could take the tip of Shane’s prick into his mouth, licking and sucking. Oh, sweet fuck. This time he felt Shane’s orgasm, felt the muscles go tight around his hand, rippling, squeezing, going hot before Shane’s cock swelled, poured into his lips.

  Galen took it all, opening up and sucking Shane down, not letting that sweet cock go until it started to soften. Then he looked up, meeting Shane’s eyes.

  Dazed, sated, blinking so slow. “Love, yeah?”

  “Yeah, darlin’.”

  Galen smiled, watching, waiting for Shane to relax enough that he could slick up some more and slide out. And damned if he wasn’t reluctant to do it, to let go. He did, though, finally, before Shane fell asleep on him. He wanted them both cleaned up before that, and he got the towels and the washcloths and… yeah. Fucking amazing, his Shane.

  Shane got settled, curling into his arms, pressed against him with a little moan, fingers drawing random patterns on his skin.

  “Thank you, darlin’.” He nuzzled into Shane’s neck, holding tight. He’d gotten more than he’d even dreamed.

  Shane hummed, sighed, the sound sweet, sleepy. “Yours, Len. In me.”

  He nodded. Shane always got right to the simple heart of things. He was a part of Shane now.

  He’d held Shane in the palm of his hand.

  That man was his. Period.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “GODDAMMIT, FRANK, I don’t want to come to Miami. I don’t care….” Galen sighed when Frank, his investment advisor, went off the deep end again. Fuck this shit. He was going to sell the fucking shares at this rate.

  “No.” He nudged Goober away from his trash can with his bare toes. He should never have thrown the ice cream wrapper in there. “No, I don’t care what Mr. Elias says. I don’t have the time.”

  That was a bald-faced lie. He had the time. Shane didn’t. Shane had been busy as fuck at the bar with Will down, and the girl, hell, she hadn’t been around long enough to remember her name, with her quitting. And he wasn’t about to leave Shane for another week right after being gone.

  Oh, wow. His eyes widened, and he completely forgot the phone as the man himself came in from washing the Jeep, thin cotton pants showing off everything, all wet and transparent. Galen motioned, trying to get Shane to come on over.

  “Huh? What was that, Frank?”

  Shane wandered his way, all loose-limbed and fine, smelling of suds and sunshine.

  Oh yeah. He wrapped a hand in the waistband of Shane’s pants and pulled, leaning to rub his face against Shane’s belly, sniffing deep.

  Shane hummed, making offers that were way more appealing than whatever shit Frank was saying.

  “Gotta go, Fr
ank. Time to go open the bait shop.”

  The bait shop didn’t even open on Sunday, but Frank didn’t need to know that. Galen hit End on the portable handset and put both arms around Shane’s waist, really pushing in, tongue coming out to taste.

  “Uhn. Love. Damn.” Shane’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging. Sweet sounds filled the air, happy and horny.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Yeah. His sounds weren’t so sweet. More growly. But they were heartfelt all the same. He nudged the little trail of hair on Shane’s belly with his chin. “Taste good.”

  “Feels good.” Shane moved, rocking just a little. “We gotta unplug the phone, lock the doors, and make the world leave us be.”

  “Oh.” Now that struck him as a fantastic fucking idea. He nodded, rubbing his cheek on Shane’s ribs. “Yeah. Okay, we can do that.”

  “Yeah?” He got a grin, slow and sexy and pleased as fuck. “I’ll call the club, tell ’em I’m sick. You lock the doors.”

  “Then you turn off the phone.” A last kiss to Shane’s belly button and he was up, locked all the doors and windows and turned the fans on. God, a whole day with Shane with no interruptions… it had been too damned long.

  Shane made his phone call, then turned the phone off and the cell phones, turned the machine down. “There.” That one word was pure satisfaction.

  “Got the doors.” Grinning, he went right back to Shane, his very own lodestone, and got grabby. “Couch or bed?”

  “Bed. Gives us room to play.” Shane took his hand, started tugging.

  “You’re just full of good ideas, darlin’.” He went easily, chasing that sweet ass he could see moving under thin cotton. In fact, he was close enough to cop himself a feel, thumb sliding along the crease.

  Shane squeezed, trapping his thumb for a second, laugh echoing. “Watch it now.”

  “I am. That’s half the problem. You’re tempting as hell.” Chuckling, he crowded Shane the last few feet, forcing him down on the bed.

  Shane bounced, arching back against him. “You gonna make me fly, Len?”