by Scotty Cade
It took Garner a second to cut through the ecstasy and see that Hawk had just turned the tables on him. Garner chuckled and whispered, “You son of a bitch.”
Hawk laughed seductively. “One good turn deserved another.”
Garner pushed Hawk back until his legs hit the foot of the bed, and the two of them tumbled down with Garner sprawled out on top of Hawk.
This time when Garner’s lips covered Hawk’s, Hawk opened and Garner pushed his tongue in. When the kiss ended, Garner gave him another quick brush of his lips. “All I wanted was to take it slow,” Garner said.
“All you had to do was ask,” Hawk said, returning Garner’s kiss. “Haven’t done that in a while, but I can take it slow if that’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” Garner said, sliding down the bed and stopping when his face was level with Hawk’s erect cock. Hawk sighed and then moaned when Garner ran his tongue around the head of Hawk’s dick, forcing an involuntary jump out of Hawk. He licked down to Hawk’s balls and took them both in his mouth, lightly biting at the loose skin and pulling. Hawk’s moans turned into gasps when Garner lifted his legs and ran his tongue around his opening, pushing in and out and then circling again.
Garner licked his way back up, lowering Hawk’s legs and taking Hawk into his mouth. He moved slowly, swallowing Hawk up to the hilt, holding him there and then easing back up before repeating the process. By this time Hawk was thrashing in the bed, gripping at the sheets, and slowly turning his head from side to side.
Hawk pulled Garner up to him. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he hissed. “This is supposed to be slow, remember?”
“I remember,” Garner said, pressing his lips against Hawk’s again. Hawk flipped him over and straddled his chest, rubbing his ass against Garner’s cock, gyrating and moving up and down. Hawk licked his fingers and pinched Garner’s nipples between his thumb and forefingers and twisted gently. He slid down and rested his ass on Garner’s shins and buried his nose in Garner’s crotch. Garner closed his eyes when he felt Hawk’s tongue licking his balls and then his warm wet mouth surrounding them, gently massaging with his tongue.
Hawk licked his way back up, teased at Garner’s erection, and took him into his mouth. Garner was long and thick and felt certain Hawk couldn’t take him all the way in, but he lost his train of thought when that was exactly what Hawk did. He gagged once, but found his rhythm quickly and continued the oral assault, swallowing Garner deeply.
Suddenly Garner felt himself being flipped over onto his stomach as if he weighed no more than ten pounds. His cock was pointing down toward the foot of the bed and his ass was slightly up in the air. He felt his cheeks being spread apart and saw stars when Hawk’s warm tongue licked from the head of his dick, up to the top of his ass, and all the way back down again, over and over, brushing ever so lightly over his opening and tormenting his cock simultaneously.
Garner’s moans grew, and he began to wiggle when Hawk focused solely on his opening, licking and probing, driving him mad with pleasure. Hawk then grabbed Garner’s cock and started stroking his erection in time with his licking motions and suddenly it was Garner fisting the sheets and burying his head in his pillow to muffle the sounds of ecstasy escaping his lips.
“Holy fuck,” Garner murmured when Hawk slid a finger inside of him and began moving it in and out slowly, twisting and turning in unison with the stroking of his cock. When Hawk brushed against that little bump deep inside Garner’s ass, a gasp escaped his lips, and he rose up to his hands and knees, pushing against Hawk’s pleasing invasion.
Garner vaguely heard Hawk’s voice and looked over his shoulder, but he quickly lost all conscious thought when Hawk’s eyes locked on to his. The intensity of Hawk’s gaze had Garner’s balls tightening and him struggling to hold back his impending orgasm. This image of Hawk, all tattooed and pierced, tormenting him with pleasure and donning the slightest bit of a contented smile would be forever etched into his brain. In this particular moment, up on all fours with Hawk working his ass and cock and the image of Hawk burned into his memory, Garner could have died and never regretted missing out on the rest of his life.
It took every bit of mental and physical strength Garner could muster, but he twisted around and faced Hawk at the foot of the bed, slipped both hands under his armpits, locked them behind his back, and pulled as hard as he could while simultaneously turning back to the head of the bed. As a result, Hawk ended up sprawled out crossways on the bed in front of him with a very surprised look on his face. Garner lifted a leg over Hawk’s long, lean body and straddled him. He lowered his head and brought their lips together in a crushing kiss as he stretched out on top of Hawk, bringing their erections together and grinding slowly.
Garner broke the kiss just long enough to reach over to the bedside table and open the drawer to retrieve a condom packet and the lube he’d made a point to return to its rightful home after their last encounter. He held up the condom and gave Hawk a questioning look.
“Hell yeah” and a seductive smile was the response he got, causing his cock to involuntarily jump between them.
Garner locked eyes with Hawk as he slowly opened the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length, never breaking their gaze. He flipped the top of the lube bottle, poured the silky-smooth liquid into his hand, and generously coated the condom. He turned the bottle over and squeezed a stream of lube onto Hawk’s cock, fisting him and moving his hand up and down, making a point to brush over the silver loop piercing Hawk’s mushroom head, which caused his cock to jump and spasm with each pass.
Garner squeezed the bottle again and filled his hand before slowly moving it down between Hawk’s legs. Hawk sighed and closed his eyes when Garner’s finger circled his opening, teasing and massaging, adequately preparing Hawk for what was coming next. Hawk threw his head back and gasped when Garner slipped one finger inside of him and then a second, loosening him up. When Garner found his spot, Hawk arched his back and came up off the bed.
“Now!” Hawk begged. “I want you inside me.”
Garner slowly lifted Hawk’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. Resting his ass on his ankles, Garner pressed up against Hawk’s opening and slowly pressed in and stopped. But this time Hawk didn’t pull him; he simply relaxed and gave himself time to adjust. After about thirty seconds, Garner pushed himself up to his knees and eased in a little farther and then stopped again, continuing the process until he was all the way in.
Hawk’s hands were resting on Garner’s thighs, guiding him as Garner started to slowly move. “Feels so fucking good,” Hawk murmured, transferring one hand to his cock and leaving the other resting on Garner’s thigh. Garner lifted Hawk’s legs off his shoulders and held them up by the ankles, giving him more access as he continued his unhurried, rhythmic thrusts.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Garner said, looking down at his cock as it disappeared inside of Hawk over and over again. Garner liked the fact that there was no roughness to their lovemaking this time. He had thoroughly enjoyed, even more than he cared to admit to himself, the rough-and-tumble sex they’d had earlier in the day, but somehow it pleased him that Hawk didn’t seem to need anything hard and fast right now either. He stared down at his lover, and Hawk looked perfectly content, head thrown back and eyes closed, to ride the wave of the slow and steady treatment Garner was bestowing on him.
Garner dropped Hawk’s legs down around his waist and leaned forward. Hawk rose up to meet him and their lips came together again in an intense kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, and just like the first time they’d kissed, Garner thought the bar piercing Hawk’s tongue felt foreign but not at all unpleasant. Garner continued his leisurely thrusts, keeping up this position until his back protested, and then he slowly rose back up onto his knees, bringing Hawk’s left leg with him. Garner wrapped his left hand around Hawk’s calf and held Hawk’s foot with his right. He lightly bit and then licked at Hawk’s ankle and foot while steadily pumping in
and out of him.
“I’m so fucking close, dude,” Hawk murmured, moving his hand up and down his length.
“Go for it,” Garner said, picking up his pace. “I’m right there with you.”
Garner pumped feverishly, trying to keep up with Hawk’s hand. “Holy fuck,” Hawk screamed, his dark gray eyes rolling into the back of his head. His shoulders and chest lifted completely off the bed and he fell back down again as he came in spurts, coating his stomach and chest with his thick white release.
The sight of Hawk’s orgasm had Garner instantly on the brink. He felt a tsunami building from deep within, and when the first wave hit him, he screamed, “Jesus fucking Christ.” Wave after wave consumed him as he filled the condom, still moving frantically in and out of Hawk. When the effects of the last surge were gone, Garner collapsed on top of Hawk, their sweaty bodies sticking together as their heavy breaths mixed into one loud sound.
“My God,” Garner whispered into Hawk’s neck as he slid to Hawk’s side. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
Hawk chuckled as he brought his fingers up to Garner’s chest, which was now covered with a mixture of his come and their combined sweat, coating his fingers in the mixture and sticking them in Garner’s mouth.
“Yum,” Garner said as he held Hawk’s hand steady while he licked his fingers clean, kissing each one before releasing it. Garner reached down between them, tugged at the condom still sheathing his semierect cock, and tossed it onto the bedside table, the weight of the loaded condom making a plopping sound as it came in contact with the granite top.
“Damn,” Hawk said. “That’s a shitload of come. No pun intended,” he quickly added. “You know, shit—load—come all in the same sentence.”
Garner laughed. “I got it. I told you I came really hard.”
Garner gave Hawk a quick peck on the lips and then rolled out of bed. He collected the used condom, dropped it into the trashcan in the head, and returned with a warm, wet cloth. He cleaned Hawk’s chest, cock, and ass, folded the cloth in half, and ran it over his chest. He tossed the cloth into the head and climbed back in bed.
Garner turned onto his side, fluffing his pillow and tucking his left arm underneath for support before he laid his head down. He draped his right arm over Hawk’s chest and watched it go up and down. Hawk’s breathing appeared to be back to normal, and his eyes were closed, but he brought his hands up and laid them on top of Garner’s and rested them there.
Garner studied Hawk’s face closely. “Did you know that after you have sex, the muscles in your face really relax and you lose that stressed look you normally carry around?”
Hawk raised his head up and opened one eye. “Dude, that’s the weirdest fucking thing.”
“Why?” Garner asked. “Sex relaxes a lot of people.”
Hawk dropped his head down again. “Not that,” he said.
“What then?”
“Justin just told me the exact same thing at happy hour today.”
“Who’s Justin?”
“My best friend. The guy you saw me leave with earlier tonight.”
“Oh, right,” Garner recalled. “You had sex with Justin at happy hour?” he asked.
Hawk lifted his head and opened his eyes. “What? No!” he replied. “He was referring to my just laid look, as he calls it, after our tryst this afternoon.”
“Wow! That’s a relief,” Garner teased. “Well either way, he’s right.”
Hawk smiled and laid his head back down and once again closed his eyes. “I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”
“You sleepy?” Garner asked, wanting to see if Hawk might be up for a little conversation. With Hawk in his current state, Garner thought this might be a good time get him to open up about himself a little.
“Not really. Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Garner answered. “I thought we might talk a little.”
Hawk raised his head and opened that one eye again, giving Garner a skeptical look.
“Never mind,” Garner said, closing his eyes. “It was just a thought. We can just lie here and enjoy the afterglow.”
“Oh Jesus,” Hawk said, the corners of his mouth forming a light smile. “That sounds like a line someone might use on an infomercial selling dildos.” He laid his head back down on the pillow and once again closed his eyes.
They lay there in silence for a minute or so, Garner content just to listen to the sounds of Hawk’s breathing.
Hawk broke the silence. “Okay. What do you wanna talk about?”
“Nothing in particular,” Garner replied. “I mean, I’m curious about a few things, but it’s okay, really. They’re probably none of my business anyway.”
“Yes, I have my share of deep, dark secrets, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Hawk volunteered. “I’m just not a big talker when it comes to personal stuff, but that doesn’t mean I won’t answer your questions.”
“Well for starters, you got your boat because someone willed it to you. I was kinda curious about who that was.”
“My father,” Hawk answered without hesitation.
“Wow, a fishing minister,” Garner commented and then smiled. “Sounds heavenly.”
“Not exactly,” Hawk replied. “I said my father, not my dad.”
“Wait,” Garner said hesitantly. “You were adopted?”
Hawk nodded without opening his eyes.
“Ooooh, now I get it,” Garner replied. “But that means you must have found your biological parents at some point.”
“Nope! Never cared about them and certainly never looked for them,” Hawk said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
“Then how did your dad—no, your father—leave you the boat?”
“Apparently he knew me, or at the very least, knew I existed.”
“And he never tried to meet you or develop any sort of relationship?” Garner asked inquisitively.
“Nope.”
“How did you find out about the boat?”
“One day out of the blue, I received a registered letter from some legal aid attorney in Jacksonville informing me that my father had passed away and left me a fifty-five-foot fishing boat and enough money to get a captain’s license and maintain the boat for at least five years. They needed to know where it should be delivered,” Hawk explained. “Apparently, he’d been living in north Florida for the last thirteen years of his life doing fishing charters.”
In his mind, Garner was trying to put all the pieces of Hawk’s life together when he thought of another question. “How old were you when you were given away?”
“From what I’ve been told, my birth parents gave me up for adoption the day I was born, and I spent the first nine years of my life in foster care.”
“That must have sucked,” Garner said.
Hawk didn’t respond right away, and Garner decided not to press the issue.
Then Hawk spoke. “Yeah, it bit the big one. I’ve heard there’re a lot of loving families and good homes in the foster-care system, but I never got to see any of them. From as far back as I can remember, I mostly went from one bad situation to another. Just before my tenth birthday, I was adopted by the people I call my mom and dad, and that’s when things started to get better for me.”
“Were you ever abused physically or sexually?” Garner asked.
“It depends on what you identify as abuse,” Hawk said. “Was I beaten? Sure. A hell of a lot, as a matter of fact. Was I talked down to and made to feel less than the family I was living with? Sometimes. Did one of my foster dads stick his dick up my ass? No.” Hawk hesitated for a moment. “Dude, abuse comes in many forms.”
“You know, Hawk,” Garner said. “This is so weird because I had a feeling—” Garner stopped midsentence, deciding he probably shouldn’t go there. “Oh never mind, it’s not important.”
“No. I want to know,” Hawk said. “You can’t just stop like that, dude, and leave me hanging.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to
offend you or sound like an uptight asshole, although I’ve been called that on more than one occasion.”
Hawk laughed. “Imagine that,” he said.
“What does that mean?” Garner asked incredulously.
“Oh, nothing. Never mind,” Hawk said through a smile.
“Now look who’s leaving who hanging.”
“If you must know, the first time I saw you standing on the dock hosing off your boat, you looked about as uptight as a guy can get. And when I walked past you, you looked terrified, and you didn’t even acknowledge me. As a matter of fact, I referred to you as the uptight guy until I heard your name at the cabaret.”
“Oh really!” Garner said. “Cut me some slack. You scared the fuck out of me. I mean, you’re not the typical boater. Honestly, how many boaters do you know who come to the marina at that hour of the morning half-naked?”
“Touché,” Hawk said without further explanation.
Garner smirked. “And just for the record, my friend, you had a nickname as well.”
Hawk raised an eyebrow. “Me? Oh this I’ve gotta hear.”
“Mr. Clean.”
“That bald dude from the cleaning-supply commercial?” Hawk asked.
“Bingo.”
Hawk tilted his head to the side, apparently thinking about it. “I can totally see that. I like it.”
Garner snickered and slapped his thigh. “Of course you would.”
Hawk rolled his eyes. “So now that nicknames are covered, where were we?” Before Garner could answer, Hawk said, “Oh yeah. You were going to fill me in on this feeling about me.”
“No,” Garner corrected. “I was going to, but I decided against it.”
“Dude, that’s not fair,” he said. “Now I’m intrigued. And besides, I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t already heard. Relax, I don’t offend easily.”
Garner thought about how and what he was going to say and decided the best way was to just come out with it. So he did. “After I saw you on the dock yesterday morning, you really piqued my interest. And after connecting with you today and our very rough tryst this afternoon, I found you even more intriguing. I mean, on so many levels you are nothing like you appear to be. In fact, you are exactly the opposite of how I would have stereotyped you.”
