by Sean Michael
“Mm... yeah? Because I could so fall for you.” Could so fall in love.
“It’s easy to be in love while in the sack, Kit. The trick is making it work every day.” Ty really looked at him, eyes serious. “There aren’t a lot of folks willing to do that. Are you?”
He met Ty’s gaze, so sure. “I’ve never done anything but every day, Ty. I’m a forever sort of man.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone who wanted every day, Kit, but I’d sure like to give it a shot with you.”
He reached up, cupped Ty’s cheek. “You make me want to believe.”
Ty nuzzled and moaned softly, softening cock sliding out. “It feels good being with you. Better than anything in a long, long time. I don’t want to lose it.”
“I can live with that.” Kit grinned, watching the sun in Ty’s hair. “I can so live with that.”
“Cool.” Ty’s lips covered his, the kiss warm, long, full of promise.
Oh, yeah. He could live with this.
Chapter Nine
Monday morning, Ty reluctantly left Kit’s bed to go open the garage.
He figured unexpectedly closed for three days was probably long enough. He’d called V and had her put up a sign for him, but he had a few bikes needing work that were supposed to be delivered this week.
He’d been reluctant to go though. As if leaving Kit’s might break the spell between them. He’d meant what he said, though -- it was easy enough when it was just the two of them making love all day, every day, but normal every day was harder and it had to start sometime.
Monday night was lonely, sleeping in his own bed all by himself. There were any number of ex-lovers he could have called for company, but he found that it wasn’t just any body he was missing, it was Kit himself.
He checked his watched again -- 4:20. He was closing up at five sharp and calling Kit. He wanted to see the man.
At 4:25, the front door opened, the smell of fried chicken strong. “Y’all still open?”
He grinned and popped up from behind the bike he was working on. “Kit!”
“Hey, stranger.” Kit gave him a grin. “I brought supper.”
“Cool.” Ty wiped his hands on a rag and made his way over to Kit. “I’m a mess, but if you’ll risk the grease, I’m dying for a kiss from my favorite cowboy.”
Kit’s face just glowed. “I’m wash and wear, Ty.”
“Awesome.” He took Kit at his word and wrapped grease stained arms around the man, pressing up close as he brought their mouths together.
God, Kit tasted good. Smelled good, too and that beard and mustache tickled just like he remembered. Kit moaned into his lips, tongue sliding into his mouth and tasting. Just like that he was hard, hungry. And not for chicken. He deepened the kiss, wishing like hell there wasn’t a set of stairs up to his place.
Kit’s fingers trailed through his hair, opening wide for him, then pulling back. “Mmm... Ty. Are you finished for the day?”
“No, Kit. I’m just getting started.”
Soft chuckles pushed into his lips. “Show me your bed?”
“You okay with the stairs?” he asked softly, hands sliding over Kit’s hips.
“I’ll manage. You won’t let me fall.” Those eyes shone at him.
“You’re right. I won’t.” He gave Kit another kiss. “Give me two minutes to lock up.”
“Sure.” Kit was grinning, ear-to-ear. “Would you think I was pushy if I said I brought an overnight bag?”
Ty laughed. “No, I’d think you were a man who didn’t want to share a toothbrush.”
The laughter was warm, rich, and he watched Kit make it out to the truck and grab a bag and a guitar case.
Grinning and almost bouncing, he covered the bike he’d been working on and quickly put away his tools. Once Kit was back in he closed the doors and locked up. Then he took Kit’s hand and led his lover to the stairs.
Kit let him take the food and the guitar up, then together they slowly did the stairs, talking about this and that, relaxed, easy, not a bit of worry on his lover’s face. They made it without a hitch and his hand tightened on Kit’s.
“There’s the kitchen and the living room,” he said, waving in their general direction. “The bedroom’s this way.”
“Very nice.” Kit grinned, following him to the bedroom, stepping carefully.
His bedroom was painted blues and greens, like being caught in a huge wave. The bed was low, unmade. “I’m not the neatest housekeeper,” he admitted.
Kit grinned. “I’m not worried. Well, maybe a little about getting up off that bed...”
Ty grinned back at his lover. “You’re not going to hear me complaining if you wind up stuck in my bed.”
“Oh, then I’m not worried at all.” Kit took a long kiss, licking at his lips until they parted.
“Love the way you taste,” Ty told Kit, fingers working on the buttons of Kit’s shirt.
“Mmm... was lonely last night without you. Reckoned you might feel the same.” Kit started working on his jeans.
“Big time lonely. I was just waiting for five to close up shop and show up unannounced on your doorstep. Hadn’t thought of bringing supper with me though -- that was a good one.”
“I knew I wasn’t interested in cooking or going out.” Kit grinned, cheeks pink. “It’s still all new, just the thought of you makes me ache.”
He nodded, helped Kit get his jeans past that sweet ass and then helped the man lower down onto his mattress so Kit could take off the legs.
“I know what you mean. I’ve had a hard-on for two days straight.”
Kit chuckled. “I’ll take care of that for you, Ty. Don’t you worry.”
The legs were put aside out of the way, his lover turning to push into his arms. “Hey.”
“Hey, cowboy.” Ty wrapped his arms around Kit, licking at the man’s lips, chuckling softly as the short hairs of Kit’s beard and mustache tickled him.
He was fed the sweetest little moan, Kit’s hands moving down his back and working his muscles with a strong, sure touch. He pulled his t-shirt off, eager for those warm hands to be touching directly on his skin.
“Mmm... Ty.” Kit’s mouth trailed over his jaw, his neck, licking and nibbling, hands pushing into his open jeans.
“Oh God, Kit.” Ty whimpered a little, like a love-starved teenager, hips moving, eager.
“So sexy. Want you so bad.” Kit pushed at his jeans, one hand squeezing his ass, the other wrapped around his cock. “Taste so good.”
He pushed his jeans off with another whimper. “You make me so hot, Kit. So damn close so quick.”
“Yes. Need you now, then we’ll go slow, yeah?” One of Kit’s legs rubbed against his thigh, hot and soft.
“Oh yeah. Slow later.” He wrapped his hands around Kit’s ass, tugging his lover closer.
“Uh-huh.” Kit’s teeth fastened on his earlobe, tugged. “Dreamed about you, about your eyes when you come.”
“Sweet talker,” he accused with a gasp.
“Truth.” Kit laughed, the sound sweet. “Besides, I’m a songwriter. ‘s what we do.”
“Love that sound,” Ty murmured, hips moving, pushing his cock through Kit’s hand.
“Mmm... Love you, Ty.” The words were soft, quiet, almost silent.
“Oh!” With a gasp he came, body shuddering as he sprayed over Kit’s hand.
Kit buried his face in Ty’s shoulder, dropping soft kisses on his skin.
“Oh, Kit... Oh.” He squeezed Kit’s ass and then stroked the broad back, one hand moving up to slide through Kit’s hair.
“Ty...” Kit lifted his head and they kissed, Kit’s eyes closed, hidden.
Ty put everything he felt into the kiss, all his hopes and fears and if he couldn’t say it yet, he could show Kit how much the man meant to him.
Kit took all he offered, cock sliding against his belly, the motions of those hips growing jerky, restless.
He wanted to suck Kit off, but the condoms we
re on the shelf by the head of the bed. Instead he wrapped his hand around the man’s cock, tugging. It didn’t take anything before Kit was crying out, seed pouring over Ty’s fingers. He kissed his lover, hand still moving, drawing out the pleasure. Soft cries filled his mouth, Kit’s eyes meeting his, shining, bright.
He let go of Kit’s cock and slid his hands through the short hair. “I think I’m falling in love with you, cowboy.”
Kit’s eyes closed for a second, then opened again as Kit nodded, a small wondering smile on his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ty kissed Kit again, slowly. “Yeah.”
Kit’s fingers brushed through his hair. “I’m glad.”
“Good.”
His own fingers began some explorations of their own, sliding over the lovely muscles of Kit’s arms and back. That got him random little noises -- sighs and moans, little hums and purrs. All the while Kit was loving him, touching and stroking, mouth taking long kisses.
The fast had been good, necessary, but the slow... oh, this slow moving together was magical. They were stretched out in the bed, moving together in waves, skin on skin, lips together, breathing each other’s air. The magic just grew and grew, getting stronger between them, making him ache in the best of possible ways.
Kit smiled at him -- the look warm and happy, pure joy, something he could feel deep in his soul. Ty caused that look. He made Kit happy.
He wanted to keep it there. Forever.
“Ty... “ Kit took a deep kiss, tongue pushing in for a long, slow taste.
He wrapped his lips around Kit’s tongue, sucking softly. It was a keening sound that pushed into his lips, those strong hands counting his ribs. So vocal. So responsive.
He slid his leg between Kit’s, rubbing his knee against his lover’s balls as they kissed. His hands were busy too, sliding over Kit’s sides, his hips, on down to trace the scars where Kit’s knee should have been.
“You’re the only one who’s ever tried to touch me there.” Kit nuzzled, legs shifting. “Thank you.”
That just blew him away, the skin was so different there -- soft but with the rough scars, and sensitive. Not to mention the way it made Kit react. “Maybe you never gave anyone else a chance. I can’t imagine any part of you I don’t want to touch. With my fingers, with my prick, with my tongue...”
Kit cried out, jerking in his hands. “Oh...”
He pushed Kit onto his back and started licking and kissing his way down his lover’s body. “Gonna taste you everywhere, Kit.”
“Ty... Oh, God...” The words were cries, Kit beginning to writhe beneath him. “How you make me feel...”
“Love that look on your face, that sound in your voice -- like you’ve never felt anything like how I make you feel.” Ty dipped his head and licked at Kit’s navel.
“You’re like magic.” Kit shivered, lifted up to look at him, biting that kiss swollen bottom lip. “You make me feel whole, real.”
Ty shook his head. “You are whole. Legs have nothing to do with it.”
His fingers trailed over one stump and he took a quick bite of Kit’s hip before moving further down, wanting to see what would happen when he tasted the scarred skin.
Kit watched him, eyes wide, teeth sinking deep into those lips, biting back sweet, hungry noises.
“Love you,” Ty whispered, the words true and good. He nuzzled Kit’s stump and then began to lick, tongue tracing the pattern of scars, tickling the soft, soft skin in between them.
A single tear slid down Kit’ s cheek, shining in the sun. “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to, cowboy.” He explored the one stump thoroughly and then went to work on the other, hands sliding over whatever other skin he could find.
His lover was gasping for him now, cock throbbing, balls so tight. His name was called over and over, Kit’s hands gripping the sheets. Ty moved over Kit’s stumps thoroughly and then made his way up his lover’s inner thighs, spreading Kit’s legs as he went.
“Good. Oh, fuck.” Kit sobbed and laughed all at once. “Shit, nothing should feel so fucking good.”
“Are you kidding? Fucking should always feel good.” He mouthed each of Kit’s balls and then moved past them, spreading Kit’s legs further so he could lick at the wrinkled skin of Kit’s hole.
“Ty!” Oh, that was a sweet cry.
He licked again and again, wetting Kit’s hole.
“I... I... Love!” Kit arched, shifting on the sheets, gasping and crying out again and again.
Ty hummed, making Kit this happy just turning him on so much. He pointed his tongue and stabbed it into Kit over and over again.
“Ty! Please!” Kit pulled back, eyes wild. “Make love to me. Together. Want to come together.”
He nodded, reaching over to his side table, finding the condoms. His hands were shaking as he put it on. “Need you so much, Kit.”
Kit just watched him, slowly pumping that dark cock, humming softly.
“So beautiful, my cowboy.”
He settled back down between Kit’s legs, pushing his arms beneath Kit’s thighs and spreading his lover wide. Kit was open to him, hole just swallowing him up as he pushed in.
“Oh, love. Yes.” The look on his lover’s face was pure bliss.
Ty made love to Kit, body finding a rhythm that suited them both. Kit’s hands loved him, and that sweet rough voice filled the air.
He’d made love a lot throughout his life, but he’d never felt such a connection, like he was made for this. Ty bent, pushing Kit’s thighs further back as he shared a kiss with his lover.
Kit’s eyes were dancing, happy, tongue pushing deep into his lips, body rippling around his prick. He moaned, moving faster, harder, loving Kit with everything he was.
“I love you. Oh, Ty, it’s so fucking good.” Kit arched, shaking.
“I love you, too, cowboy.” And he did. The truth of it was pure pleasure, making him come. It didn’t take anything to push Kit over the edge with him, both of them riding the waves together. Ty collapsed against his lover, pressing kisses over Kit’s face.
Kit started chuckling, laughing as his kisses were returned. “Our dinner’s going to get cold.”
God, he loved that sound. “I’ve got a microwave.”
“Oh, excellent. You got a VCR too?” Kit rubbed their noses together. “I brought something to show you.”
“I do, cowboy.” He licked Kit’s nose, laughing.
Their laughter mingled together, twined together like their bodies. “I brought a tape of one of my concerts for you. So you could see me in action, so to speak.”
“Oh... Oh, Kit -- you’re going to let me hear you sing?” He got up and went to the cupboard, opening it up to reveal his TV and VCR.
Kit rolled over on the bed, tugging his bag over -- fine ass in the air -- and pulled out a tape. “Here you go. Houston, seven years ago.”
He took the tape and another kiss. “Thanks, cowboy. I really appreciate this.” Ty put the tape in the VCR and grabbed the remote, going back to sit with Kit.
They watched together -- Kit had been so young, thin and lanky, no beard or mustache. The music was romantic, warm, for the most part, the band tight. Watching Kit laughing, dancing, eyes alight as he sang was either the most heartbreaking or the most beautiful thing Tyler had seen in a long time.
He reached for Kit’s hand, squeezing tight.
“I can’t believe you could give that up,” he whispered.
“I didn’t have a choice.” Kit leaned into him. “My career was dead before I got out of the hospital.”
“I meant the singing. It... transports you.”
“I...” Kit watched the screen. “It made me happy.”
“I can see that. You’re glowing, man. High on it.” He brought Kit’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.
They watched the tape all the way through, the final song one about forever and dreaming and shit that didn’t sound impossible from Kit’s lips.
He turned to Kit
, eyes not quite dry and kissed his lover, long and slow. “Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me, Kit.”
Kit held him, fingers running over his face. “Thank you for wanting to see it.”
“I want to see all of you, Kit.” He let his hand slide down to stroke across one of Kit’s stumps. “You don’t need to hide who you are with me.”
Kit blinked, eyes filling with tears as his lips were taken in the softest kiss.
When the kiss broke, Ty licked at Kit’s cheeks, taking the tears in, the salt not quite bitter on his tongue.
“Sorry. I just... I thought I would never... I thought no one would ever...”
“Don’t be silly, Kit. So your legs aren’t like everyone else’s -- neither is your voice, man. I believe in taking people as they come.”
Kit arched an eyebrow, that laughter so close to the surface, even now. “I thought it was taking people until they come...”
Ty laughed and gave Kit a quick kiss. “Yeah, that, too.”
“Can we eat now? I’m starving. You worked lunch right off.”
He chuckled and bent to kiss the beautiful stomach.
“Anything you want, cowboy. Anything you want.”
Anything at all.
Chapter Eleven
Kit threw a pair of swim trunks and a towel in a backpack, along with a change of underwear and a clean t-shirt. He had a toothbrush over at Ty’s already, sitting in the bathroom along with his spare robe and the portable shower seat they’d found.
Guitar? Check. Traveling chair? Check. Cell phone? Check.
He fed the dogs, patted Lindy’s so-pregnant belly and headed out to spend the day with his favorite person. Ty had called last night and suggested they go for a drive, spend the day together, play.
It was almost embarrassing how eager he was.
Almost.
After damned near a month together, Kit kept expecting the intensity to fade, to ease. So far, they’d just managed to have a damned good time -- laughing and swimming and making love and learning each other.
He made good time, pulling into the shop with the radio blaring with a song from one of his artists. Too cool.
Ty was outside waiting for him, leaning against a tarp-covered bike. His lover’s face was warm and happy.
