by BA Tortuga
Galen growled, that low, sexy sound he loved so. “Tease.”
“Not. I’m loving on you.” He grinned wider, tongue flicking that fascinating, sensitive ridge at the tip of Len’s cock.
“Oh God, darlin’.” Galen rocked into him, pushing into his mouth. He could smell Galen, the scent stronger now.
Oh yeah. That was it. Shane let his hand slide back up, fingers tapping along that wrinkled, hot skin behind Galen’s balls. Galen panted, rising up, letting him have all the room he needed. Yeah. That skin was hot, good under his hands. He hummed, feeling the vibrations move through Galen’s cock. Oh, now. That? Cool. He hummed louder, just to see what Galen would do.
Galen grunted, head coming up off the bed, those eyes wide and dark as Galen looked right at him and came, hot and wet in his mouth.
Oh, man, did that make him feel thirty feet tall or what? He licked and nuzzled, cleaning Galen up, loving with all he was.
“Damn. Shane.” Len looked dazed, eyes cloudy, a quiet smile playing under the short-cropped beard.
There was his smile. “Yeah, you taste good, Len. Damn good.”
“You think so?” Galen relaxed back on the bed. “What else are you gonna do to me, darlin’?”
“Think I’m gonna get you all riled up again and then take you for a ride. Got all night, though, so I ain’t in a hurry.”
“Got me at your mercy, huh?” Those bound hands waggled at him. “S’okay, darlin’. I think I like your plan.”
He chuckled, pushed up and kissed Galen good and hard. “It’s all about you, Galen. About you and me.”
“Kiss me again, Shane.” Galen strained, lips swollen and hot, the look in Len’s eyes even hotter.
Shane nodded, fingers holding Len’s head, petting as one kiss became two became three. Galen kissed him back, tongue sliding into his mouth and pulling back, teasing him.
Oh, now. That was cheating. He thrust harder, giving Galen all he had. Moaning, Galen opened for him, head arching back on his neck, taking the kiss in deep. He started rubbing, cock sliding on Galen’s belly. He fucking needed, so bad, and the kisses just made it worse. Better. Whatever.
“Love. Oh God, Shane. Yeah.” Rubbing right back, Galen purred for him, growled for him, just twisting like a big old cat under him.
“Wanna make love to you, yeah? Need to feel you all around me. Let me in?”
“Yes. Darlin’. Want you.” Galen just… oh damn, he put his hands up over his head and offered everything right up.
“Oh….” He scooted down, spread Galen’s legs, and reached for the slick stuff. His heart was pounding, cock throbbing in time. “Galen….”
“Come on, darlin’. Come on.” That hot six-pack was tight, Galen’s cock firming again, rising for him, balls tight and high. Damn, his Len was like nothing else, ever.
He slicked and stretched Len, not playing around, not teasing. Teasing was for later, when his cock wasn’t so fucking hard. Then he slicked himself and settled between Galen’s thighs.
“Now. Yeah?” Galen opened his thighs wide, hips rolling up.
“Now. Yeah.” He met Galen’s eyes, smiled and pushed in, easy as pie. “Love….”
Hot, tight, Galen opened for him, stretched around him, so good. He got noises, growly, deep noises that told him Galen needed him, loved him.
He bent down, lips surrounding one of Galen’s nipples, sucking hard.
“Fuck!” That little bit of flesh swelled for him, going red and hot. Galen’s cock rubbed his belly, wet on his skin.
Oh yeah. He pulled harder, rocking and moaning and loving it, loving what he was making Galen feel.
“Love. Love you….” It came out on a moan, Len panting for him, gasping for him, whole body begging.
“Yeah. Len. Need you bad.” He leaned up, hips rocking nice and hard.
He felt Len clamp down on him, felt every shudder, every gasp, all the way through Len’s body. Galen shot hard again, without him even touching that pretty cock, simply came for him. Just like that.
He reached down, hand shaking, and slid his fingers through the hot come. All it took was licking his fingers clean and he shot, shaking and pushing deep into Len’s body.
“Good, Shane.” Galen twisted. “Need to touch you.”
He nodded, unfastening those fine fucking hands. “Please.”
Galen stroked his back, one hand staying on his ass, cupping it, the other coming up to sit on the back of his neck, rubbing lightly.
Shane hummed, nuzzled Galen’s throat. “Better now?”
“Yeah, darlin’. You melted away the bad mood for sure.”
“Good.” He listened to Galen’s heart beating, sure and steady as fuck, all good.
“You’re always good for what ails me, Shane. Sorry I’ve been a butthead.” Galen kissed Shane’s cheek, his throat.
“Just glad I helped.” He grinned, took himself a long kiss. “’Sides, you’re a cute butthead.”
Len popped him, but it was halfhearted. Galen? Looked about as relaxed as Victor after a bath.
And now he looked a lot less toothy.
Chapter Nineteen
“HEY, MAN. What’s up?”
Shane looked over the bar, grinning at Wade’s familiar buzz cut. “Hey, bud. Ain’t much up. It’s dead in here. You want a beer?”
He didn’t really even wait for Wade’s nod to draw a Sam Adams. Christ, the man was more than a regular; he was a friend. “I’m surprised your man isn’t here.”
“Yeah.” Shane shrugged. “He’s real busy. Making money, though.”
Not that it seemed to be worth it, really. Galen sure didn’t look happier. Course, Shane couldn’t bitch, really, with pulling extra shifts, but still.
“Money’s good.” Wade winked over, and Shane laughed, nodding.
Yeah. Yeah, it was, and Galen worked hard. Real hard.
Him and Wade chattered until Will showed, bullshitting and joshing, laughing some. “Okay, man. I’m off the clock.”
“You want to sit and have a few?”
Shane tilted his head, looked at his watch. “Sure. Galen’s won’t be home yet, I don’t think.”
“Hoo-boy!” Wade laughed. “Pour me and your boss a round, Will.”
They settled in a booth with a couple other guys, doing shooters, watching the ballgame, goofing off. Will set the jukebox to playing—rockabilly blaring, making Shane bounce in his seat.
“Wanna dance, y’all?” The new guy—all dark and tall and pretty and named Sam or Stu or Steve—grinned over, standing up and holding out his hand. “Come on, we’ll have the dance floor to ourselves.”
Shane sort of blinked over to Wade, who nodded. “You need to move sometimes. No harm in it.”
“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I fucking love dancing.” They started moving, and Sam/Stu/Steve was good at it, moving them together, the booze just making the lights swirling and sparkly and shit.
They danced and danced, and other guys got up and joined them, and fuck, he was having fun. Only thing to make it better would be if Galen was there. That would make it perfect. Mmm…. Len.
A slow song started, the new guy pulling him close, dancing him around nice and easy. “Mmm… ’s nice. Thanks, man.”
The guy’s chin rested on his temple—the dude needed a shave and possibly to use less aftershave, because damn. “Anytime, Shane. You dance like a dream. You get lonely? You call.”
Right. He just wanted to dance. He got lonely-lonely, he’d go home and get Goob to show him how to do that pitiful basset hound eye thing. Len would be fucked.
THE DAMNED phone had rung off the hook. Galen had thrown the fucker across the room and gotten his hat and his good boots and headed to the bar to get Shane. He didn’t care who all was there to back up the bar. Shane was gonna either go out with him or go home with him, and they wouldn’t replace the phone until tomorrow.
Or maybe the next day.
He parked his truck out behind the bar, next to Shane’s Jeep, and headed on in. Looking f
or Shane behind the bar first, he didn’t find him. The music was loud, the drinks and laughter flowing, and Galen shook his head. The place was twice what it had been. He went on up to the office but found it dark and empty.
Damn.
He went back down. The Jeep was there, so Shane had to be. Galen scanned the crowd. Where the hell was he?
When Galen found him, he damn near dropped his teeth. Some tall motherfucker had Shane, waltzing his lover around in lazy circles, chin right down against Shane’s face.
Galen stared. And he stared some more, his hands clenching into fists. It was all he could do not to just go rip the guy away from Shane and beat him to a fucking pulp, but he’d gotten Shane fired once. He blinked.
Nope. They were still dancing cheek to cheek. Or chin to cheek. Or whatever.
Galen turned on his bootheel and started for the door. No. No way was he gonna sit there and watch Shane dancing what should be his dance with some yahoo. Goddammit. He’d trusted the man. Again.
“Frost!” One of the regulars stopped him three feet from the door. “Dancing’s good tonight. You should go get Shane.”
His muscles all tensed up, and he nodded. Yeah. Yeah, he should go get Shane. Damn it. Turning, he headed to the dance floor, intent on getting his own back.
Shane got turned again, those pretty eyes landing on him and lighting up. Not going wide, not upset or ashamed. No. Lit up fucking happy. “Len!”
Tall, dark, and ugly got left empty armed, Shane heading over with a grin.
There was no way he could summon a smile. Hell, he couldn’t even get rid of the scowl. “Hey.”
“You have a bad night, man? You want a drink? I’ll pour.” Shane’s hand slid up his arm. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Are you?” He jerked his chin toward the dance floor, where the tall guy had found someone new. “Who is he?”
“Uh…. Sam? Steve? Stu?” Shane shrugged. “I don’t remember. Some guy.”
“Some guy.” His chest eased a bit. Not much. But a little. Galen blew out a breath, grabbing Shane’s hand. “I could use a Jack, straight up.”
“Okay, sure.” Shane held his hand, squeezing, winding them through the crowd. “You want it down here or in the office?”
“Office. I. We. I need to talk to you, darlin’.” Fuck, he was an idiot.
“Sure, Len.” Shane grabbed a bottle on the way past the bar. “You have a shitty day?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. And then….” He waited until they were in the stairwell, the door shut behind them before grabbing Shane and kissing him. Hard. Shane opened right up for him, the flavor of whiskey barely there. Hell yes, that was what he needed. Shane smelled all wrong, and Galen rubbed all up on him like a cat spreading his scent.
A low moan pushed into his lips, Shane reaching up and holding on tight.
His hand closed over Shane’s hip, slipping down to pull Shane’s thigh up so it wrapped around his leg, giving him access, friction. He rubbed, their cocks rasping together through their jeans.
“Mmm….” Shane sucked on his tongue, happy, horny little noises sounding, cock starting to fill for him.
Fuck. Fuck, that was good. Galen shivered, pressing even closer, his other hand cupping Shane’s ass. “Need you, darlin’.”
“Mmm-hmm. Come to the office, love.” Of course, Shane wasn’t moving toward the office, just pressing and rubbing against him.
“Okay.” He could move, though, if it meant getting more of Shane. Like skin. Galen stumbled back, hauling Shane with him, then staggered up the stairs.
Shane’s hand found his ass, squeezed. “Oh. Oh, been missing you all night. Thought you were busy.”
“I was. I missed you.” Squashing the thought that Shane could have come home and looked for him, he shoved them inside the office and locked the door, then dragged Shane right to the couch.
Shane sort of bounced, the whiskey bottle rolling away. Those clever fingers went right for his shirt buttons, working them open.
“Yeah, darlin’. Yeah.” He kissed Shane so hard, his lips swelling right up, his cock swelling too.
“Need you. Please, Len.” His shirt damn near tore, Shane yanking it down.
“So good.” Always so good. He pulled at Shane’s jeans until the button popped open, yanked the zipper down and shoved his hand in. Oh Christ.
Shane nodded, spreading, cock jumping into his touch. Shane’s head went back, and Galen bent to suck up a mark, needing to claim and feeling like an ass for it. Good thing he was too far gone to care. It didn’t hurt that Shane went wild, moaning and holding his mouth close, cock jerking and throbbing in his fingers.
Stroking Shane’s prick, Galen licked where he’d marked, tongue pressing down, adding to the burn. Damn. His. Shane was his.
“Oh. Oh, Len. Yeah. Yeah.” Shane groaned, throat working. Shane’s fingers scraped along his spine, zinging.
“Shane. Darlin’.” He arched, pushing down against Shane’s thigh, feeling his orgasm rising along his spine already.
“Want. Want you. Love you.” Shane’s eyes caught his, so honest, so fucking real.
“I can’t. Shane, I can’t wait.” He didn’t think he could even get his jeans open. Instead he just slid down off the couch and lifted Shane’s cock to his mouth, sucking that sweet prick in, apologizing the only way he knew how for even doubting. Shane cried out, shaking hard, come filling Galen’s mouth almost at the first touch of his tongue.
Galen licked him clean, savoring the flavor unique to his Shane before reaching down to rub himself through his jeans, grunting, breathing deep and harsh as he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.
Shane sat up, reached for him. “’Mere. C’mere, Len.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He went, letting Shane fold around him, nuzzling in on Shane’s throat and breathing deep. Now Shane smelled right. Like them.
“Yeah. Hey. Oh. Loving you’s better than dancing.”
He rested his forehead on Shane’s. “Darlin’, I got a favor to ask.”
“Sure, Len. What?” He got a kiss, Shane’s nose rubbing against his.
“No more slow dancing with anyone but me. That hurt to see.” He knew it wasn’t meant to. He could tell Shane hadn’t even thought on it. It was his deal. But that would be a start.
“Oh.” Oh God. Shane’s face fell. “Oh, Galen. I didn’t mean to. Honest. I won’t. I just was wanting to dance, to move. I won’t. I promise.”
Oh God. Look what he’d done. Feeling like the biggest fucking heel ever, he kissed Shane’s mouth to hush him up. “I know, darlin’. And if I’m not around, it’s my own fault if you dance your ass off with someone else. Just… save the slow ones for me.”
“Every one. Promise.” Shane kissed the corner of his mouth. “I kept wishing you were here. Or home. Somewhere where there was music and no phone.”
“I killed the phone.” And the cell phone wasn’t charged. There was no phone. Period.
“Yeah?” Shane grinned, eyes dancing. “Tell me you didn’t kill the radio.”
“I didn’t.” Relieved, he kissed Shane again, deeper. “We could dance.”
“We could. We could stop and get doughnuts on the way home and let the guys close up.” Shane stroked his jaw. “Unless you want to go downstairs and dance. So long as it’s us, I’m happy.”
“No, I need to go. Uh. Change. Drive-through doughnuts?” His jeans? Swampy. Nasty, man. Nasty.
“Oh. Yeah. I hear you. I’ll get you a handkerchief.” Shane scooted up, tossed him a cloth, bouncing, then grabbed the phone. “Hey, guys? Close up. I’m going home. Huh? Nope. Gonna go home with Galen. I’ll leave the Jeep.”
Galen grabbed Shane before he could bounce off to the door and kissed him so hard they both gasped for air when Galen let him go. He grinned, helping Shane do up his jeans, wiping his own down before he was ready to go. Then he put an arm around Shane’s waist.
“Come on, darlin’. Let’s go home. I’ll show you what a slow dance is all about.”
And that? He could live with. He’d have to deal with the crazy jealousy at some point. For right now he’d settle for knowing Shane had saved the last dance for him.
SHANE HEARD Galen banging before he ever woke up, pans and plates slamming and clattering and all.
Must be time to wake up, huh?
He groaned a little, grinned as he blinked at the clock.
Man.
Nine thirty.
Galen was early.
Another crash and bang and Shane was up and tugging on a pair of jeans, hopping into them on his way into the kitchen. “Mornin’.”
He got a grunt, and something went sailing into the sink, Len not even looking at him. That tanned back looked good rising out of a pair of loose sweats, though.
“I’ll make coffee.” He headed over, fingers brushing against Galen’s hip. “You feed Goob?”
“Not yet. He was sleepin’.” Damn. Just about that time something caught fire, and Galen cursed viciously. “Goddammit, Shane, get the fuck out of my way.”
Okay. He could do that.
He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed out to the deck, whistling for Goob, then plopped into a deck chair.
It wasn’t too bad out here, really. He could nap.
Until, oh… Tuesday.
He could hear Galen flapping about in the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off, and then in two or three scratches of Goob’s ears, Galen was at the door, growling.
“You were gonna make coffee. Pancakes and shit are almost ready.”
“Sure.” He finished his beer and stood, doing his best not to sigh. He was obviously fucked, and not in that fun spanky way.
Coffee. Water. Filter. See him. See him make with the coffee.
The way Galen vibrated told him the man was waiting for him to ask. Galen was like that. No fucking way was he gonna, though. That only led to ow.
There was this weird thing that happened where you went to sleep okay and woke up in trouble that was deeply fucked. Shane figured Galen either had nightmares or invented shit instead of sleeping. Probably the second, because not sleeping made people grumpy as hell.
