by BA Tortuga
“Yes, Ez. I need to know.” Then those lips were around him, surrounding him, pulling him so deep his balls bumped Jesse’s chin. He’d never felt anything like the pressure of Jesse’s lips and tongue.
He sank a hand into Jesse’s crazy hair, tugging, not wanting to hurt the man, but needing so badly.
Jesse reached up, grabbed his wrist and held his hand there, encouraged his touch. So he held on to the dreads, pulling, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. The pleasure was so strong, almost as if it were a burn.
Wild noises tore out of him, rough and raw, as Jesse loved on him. He adored the feel of those soft lips, the way their bodies smelled together. The way those heavy braids slid through his fingers.
He spread his legs, planting a little harder in the bedroll, and thrust back and forth. He was about to start babbling, words piling up behind his lips.
One of Jesse’s hands pushed between his legs, rolled his balls in those callused fingers. Ezrah’s toes curled, his belly vibrating. “Want to touch you, too,” Ezrah said, his hands feeling useless.
“Mmm.” Jesse nodded as Ez’s cock slipped into the man’s throat. That wasn’t helping his need to touch, but it was pushing him toward orgasm.
He stepped back, shaking his head. This might be the only time he could do this. He wanted to touch, too.
“Jess, let me.” He sank to his knees, reaching out as if he were a blind man searching for water.
Jesse pushed right into his arms, their cocks bumping together, their lips smashing in a wild kiss. That was better, all that bare skin against his, muscles sliding under flesh. Jesse’s body was slick, burning hot where they rubbed.
He wanted to talk, so he bent and bit Jesse’s shoulder instead, keeping stupid words and phrases inside. What good would they do?
Jesse arched, the motion rubbing all along his prick. They were like two sticks sliding together to make fire. Jesse’s fingers wrapped around both of them, dragging them together.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah. Jesus.”
“So good. So good, Ez.”
“Wanted to touch you so bad.” He had to stop talking, damn it. He was going to ruin this.
“Good. Don’t stop.”
“No. No quitting.” No way. This might be the only chance they had.
Jesse’s chest slapped against him, fingers moving faster, squeezing harder.
Panting, he stroked Jesse’s skin, gripping those lean hips with his hands to slow them down. Jesse offered him a low, hysterical cry, body shuddering. That was stunning, the long length of Jess’ throat, pale and perfect.
He leaned down to taste it—the salt and hint of smoke and sand. Yes. He could eat Jesse up. He could bite and suck and make new marks to rival the tattoos he hadn’t begun to explore.
“Ez, you make me ache.” Listen to that. Jesse wasn’t just jonesing on the night and the smoke and the moon. He was aching for Ezrah specifically.
It was fucking powerful.
He licked and nuzzled, obsessed with the flavors of Jesse’s skin. He loved how it got smoother where it was usually covered by clothes, low on the belly.
Jesse had sensitive spots everywhere, places that made him jerk, shiver. Not just his nipples or the hollow at the base of his throat. No, Jess tried to climb Ezrah and hump when he licked the spot just under one hipbone.
They rolled over and over on the furs and blankets, Jesse’s mouth on his knee, his balls, his belly. The whole thing became a dance to see who could touch more, taste more. At some point, Jesse’s cock was at his mouth, and he opened to it, took it in, even as Jess sucked him.
That got them cooking with oil, really getting into a rhythm, pushing, giving and taking.
He groaned, the pressure of the world flying off him, his hands shaking as if they were in the center of one of the Great Quakes themselves. His hips moved in time to Jesse’s sucking, and he sucked harder, wanting Jess there with him.
Jess cried out, grabbed him and dragged him deeper, swallowing around the tip of his cock.
His eyes rolled back, and his body bent as if it were a bow. He might just die here. The pleasure was too good to miss, though, and he poured himself into Jesse’s lips. He wasn’t sure if he still had Jesse’s cock in reach or not. All he could do was feel.
Jesse took him in and in, hands sliding over his thighs, his ass. Ezrah came until white noise was all he could hear, until he felt wrung out.
When the drumbeats came into his awareness again, Jesse was close, hand on his need, jacking himself with sure, hard strokes, face in Ezrah’s hip.
“Shit, Jess. I can help with that.” He had this crazy urge to apologize. Instead, he knocked Jesse’s hand out of the way.
“Please.” Jesse sprawled, hips humping the air, need written on his lean face.
He licked, then sucked, breathing through his nose so he could go all the way down. He was kind of proud of that little talent, which he’d practiced on a carved wood dildo.
“Ez!” Jesse curled up around him, the sound of his name in that harsh voice nearly hysterical.
He just kept sucking, his hands on Jesse’s thighs, holding the man down for more.
Bitter salt spilled onto his tongue, Jess coming and coming, promises pouring down on his head. This was a fucking religious experience. Better than, because Jesse was there, with him, one hundred percent.
He licked that amazing cock clean, happier than he’d been, even with Em next to him. A tiny tingle of guilt hit him at that. Jesse’s fingers were in his hair, though, loving on him, so he couldn’t get too lost in his thoughts.
In fact, Jess pulled at him, making him pay attention to the kissing that started when he slid back up that pale body.
Jesse’s hands were everywhere, tracing and touching and tugging him closer. They weren’t slowing down a bit, and why should they? They only had so much time. That thought chilled him, but he pushed it aside.
This was theirs. Now. He bit at Jesse’s flesh, needing to hear Jesse moan.
“Ez.” Jesse pulled him over on top of all that warm skin, letting him sink down and rub.
“Want to mark you.” He wanted to know Jess wore bruises he’d left.
Jesse lifted his arms, stretched under him, the offer clear. So fucking trusting. Generous.
Ezrah bent, licking at the tender skin at the inside of Jesse’s elbow. Jesse’s fingers curled, clenched and closed in response. He nipped there, but he wanted to leave the big bruise right over Jesse’s left nipple.
He wanted Jesse to know he’d been here, done this. Wanted a reminder when the trail got lonely.
Jesse moaned, distracting him from his thoughts, reminding him all this skin was for him, right now. He licked his way to his spot, then bit down, sucking at the bit of flesh, too.
“Ez. Ez, please. More.” Jesse moaned, reached for him.
He nodded, testing that hard little nipple with his tongue, feeling it harden even more.
When he bit down, Jesse arched, almost bucking him off. He held on, not wanting to lose his purchase. He sucked, licked, then bit again.
His body was lit up, his hips moving in time with the beating of the drum, as if his body needed to dance. Jesse moved with him, rubbing, kissing, loving on him. Their lips fastened together, and they breathed, one into another. The heat built between them, Ezrah’s cock hard as a rock once more.
Jesse’s leg wrapped around his hip, tugged him closer.
They got rubbing together again, the friction enough to curl his toes with pleasure. Jesse’s need painted his belly, his skin. He could feel every little movement Jess made against him, his body was hypersensitive.
“Can’t believe how different this is,” Jesse muttered, twisting in his hands.
“Different?” That knocked him a little sideways. “Than what?”
“Sex in the Flow. I’ve never touched someone like this.”
“No?” His body jerked. Oh, fuck, how amazing was that?
“No. Not with bodies. Fingers. Mouths.”
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“God, Jess. I want to show you everything now.”
“Everything.” Jesse nodded, fingers clenching against his arms. “Ez, yes.”
“Here.” He shifted just the tiniest bit so he could reach down, back behind Jesse’s balls to touch the tiny, hot hole there. One of Jesse’s legs drew up, Jess so eager, so easy and open for him. All he had to do was push, and Jess let him in. He gasped, finger sliding in deep, curling to touch that silken heat.
Oh, hell. He was inside Jesse. Inside. Touching.
The drums faded in comparison with the pounding of his heart. He wanted… oh, the things he wanted. He wanted to see what that sweet hole felt like around his cock. He’d read about it, had touched himself that way, but had never been inside anyone.
He added another finger, touching Jesse deeper. Ez wanted Jesse wild with pleasure, wanted so much to see the man come again and again. Jesse pushed up on his elbows, driving himself down, over and over, onto his touch. The man was wild for him, saying his name over and over.
“Want more, Jess.” He was a greedy bastard, but he knew Jesse would give it to him.
“Anything. Ez. You know I’m yours.”
His. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, the thought so tantalizing he almost offered to take Jess and run, leave the herd and everything behind. He teetered on the edge of that abyss for almost a full minute, breathing hard.
He couldn’t. Momma was counting on him, the drovers. Em, too, but—
“Ez. You don’t have to do nothing you don’t want to.”
“I know, Jess. I ain’t worried about the wanting. I’m aching for you.” That was the God’s honest truth.
Jesse leaned up, kissed him, and the motion drove Jess deeper on his fingers. He was in fucking heaven. Or fucking in heaven. Whatever. Maybe when he woke up there would be peach ice cream.
Hell, maybe he’d never wake up, and they could just do this, forever.
“Here, roll on your side.” He wanted to get Jess ready, wanted to put his cock where his fingers were. Just to feel it all. Only once. There would never be another night like this, with the smoke and the dancing.
Jesse’s body was long, spine covered in odd, dark designs. Diné markings. Ez traced them with his free hand, fascinated. He’d never seen anything like them.
“They’re ink, and they mean I’m a friend here.”
“They’re stunning. I’ve heard—” He licked one, just to see if it tasted different.
Salt and sand and needy male. That was perfect. “I need something slick, Jess. I-I can’t just lick my fingers now.”
“Slick? Ez, I can’t think.”
“No?” He bit at Jesse’s neck, then licked the spot. “Oil?”
“My bag. I left it here. There’s a bottle.”
Oh, thank God. Yes. He could use that. He rolled away, grabbing Jesse’s weird little sling bag. The bottle felt tiny in his fingers, delicate, and the scent of the oil was green and spicy.
“It won’t burn?” He wanted to make sure. It would ruin everything if he hurt Jess now.
“It doesn’t burn my cock,” Jesse said, glancing back at him, blue eyes almost black with dilated pupils.
He moaned, rolling back with the oil. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m loving you.”
What could he say to that? Jess meant it, had always been there when they were young, loving him. He felt as if he’d let Jess down, somehow, not knowing about the threats and the loving and everything. Jesse shifted underneath him, distracting him from his thoughts. That hard little body was what he needed to concentrate on now.
He had ‘til Denver to worry on the rest. Then Jess would decide whether he was leaving or coming back to Texas or what.
Oiling his fingers, Ezrah pushed them back inside Jesse’s body, opening that tight ring of muscles. Jesse took him, bearing down on him, so ready. He couldn’t believe how easy Jess spread, how open the man was for him. That was a good thing, though, as he was going to go off soon. They needed to get this show on the road.
He added another finger, watching the look on Jesse’s face go from blissful to needy. Yeah. This was all new territory for them, one Ez hoped Jess really enjoyed. This was going to be right, good for Jess if it killed Ez, and Lord knew it might. No pressure.
Ezrah leaned down, lips on Jesse’s belly, lapping at the skin. He loved the way the muscles quivered there, and that skin felt so warm, smooth. He felt Jesse’s cock, filling, nudging his cheek. He licked at it gently, his fingers working hard.
He didn’t play long, his need too strong to be ignored. He pushed Jess up on his knees. “Now, man. I have to.”
“Now.” Jesse nodded, that sweet, tiny, wrinkled hole offered to him. Had anyone ever been so unafraid? Ez didn’t think he’d ever met anyone who was, at any rate. He held Jess open, pushing his cock right there at the tight little entrance. He had to grit his teeth on a shout.
His entire body was on fire, lit up. Damn. His nerves jumped, his muscles pulling up as if he was fixin’ to come. He had to hold on, though, make it good for Jess.
He panted, breathing shallow, his hips rocking in time with his breath. Every thrust worked him farther in until his hipbones rubbed Jesse’s ass, his thighs shaking with effort.
Jesse’s body held him, took him in, all the way to the base. He stayed there for a moment, listening to his heart thunder.
“Full of you.” Jesse wasn’t still, not at all. Not even a bit. Christ. The man wiggled and panted, and Ezrah could count Jesse’s heartbeat flutter around him. Made him crazy, a little.
He wrapped his hands around Jesse’s hips. “Be still, man, ‘fore I lose it.”
“I can’t. I’m so full, Ez.”
“You have to.” He held on, growling, and it felt good, the way Jesse’s ass worked his cock.
“Okay. Okay. Trying.” Jess stilled, body barely moving around him.
He could almost feel the bruises raising on Jesse’s inked skin where he held on. The heat between them threatened to sear them, to blister them.
Finally, he began to move, driving into Jess with sure, strong strokes. They got it going, got together with it, and he was flying, his body singing.
The air seemed to sparkle, to shimmer, and the drums were back, pounding in time with his heart. There was magic here. Amazing magic, a spark that traveled up his spine, exploding in his brain.
“Jesse!” His voice sounded as if it were torn out of him.
“God, yes. Ez. Please. It’s you. Really you.” A man shouldn’t sound so surprised.
“It is. This is beyond anything, Jess.” He was going to explode.
Jesse shuddered, shook underneath him, his ass a fist about him. They both cried out, Jess looking back at him, eyes full of wonder. Ezrah came then, so hard he saw stars, his body shuddering hard.
He heard Jesse cry, felt the grip on his needy prick tighten as Jess climaxed.
His vision blacked out for a few seconds, the pleasure too much for his overheated brain to take in.
He came to, wrapped around Jess, still buried deep. Ez drew a ragged breath. “Can we stay here tonight? Will they let us?”
“Uh-huh. This place is for me, so long as I need it. I’m one of them, as far as they’re concerned.”
“Oh, thank God. I need to…hold on.”
Jess held him, fingers on his skin. “Please.”
He nodded, staying close, loving the feel of Jess right next to him.
“Thank you, Ez. I wondered for so long.” Jesse patted his hip clumsily.
“Well, now you know, huh? It’s good.” It was good between them, at least. The physical stuff.
Jesse chuckled, the sound so soft. “If that was only good, I’ve been living wrong.”
“No, that was stunning.” He stroked Jesse’s back.
The drums were slowing, sounding as if they were a sleepy heartbeat. Thud thud. Thud thud. The dance was coming to an end.
Jesse sighed, leaning into the curve of his body. The trust t
here made him feel humble, made him want to avoid the inevitable morning.
Because tomorrow, this was going to have to be behind them.
Chapter Eight
The horse was going to kill him if the drovers didn’t.
Ez had been gone when Jesse woke up, and he’d finished the trade with the beads in his dreads. The drovers were waiting for him in the sunlight, and he knew he wore Ez’s marks.
“Fucking animal. The tribes will take anyone.”
“He’s trash. Boss needs him for now. Once we’ve dropped with the herd, we’ll deal with him.”
He ignored them, ignored the pebbles and stones that bounced off his leathers, his hat. Denver would come, and before that, somewhere to jack in. He could escape, just for a little while, maybe find a way to relive his experiences last night. His cheeks heated thinking about them.
It would be easy to blame them on the smoke, if not for the ache in places which had never ached before. Ez had given him what for, and he’d taken it all with great joy.
“Hey, Grounder.” One of the drovers kicked close, both their mounts dancing. “We don’t want you messing with the boss.”
He looked over, arched an eyebrow and offered up a rude gesture. No one wanted him messing with the boss, except for the boss. Ez had been damned happy to be touched and kissed.
“You asshole.” The kid’s face went red, and he reached out, but the sound of the foreman’s voice cracked as if it were a whip.
“You got nothing better to do than bother the Grounder, you need to find a new job, boys.”
Cyrus was a good man, solid, and Jesse’d proved over and over he wasn’t slowing anyone down. Jesse nodded at the man, who nudged the angry drover out of the way. “Back to work,” Cyrus rumbled, and the kid spurred away.
He didn’t say thank you, and Cyrus didn’t seem to expect it. He kept riding, eyes on the horizon. His brain was even busier, straining, searching for the tiniest spark. A whisper. A promise. Once upon a time, everyone had been connected. Once. He needed to find a place to get in the Flow.
His head began to pound from the effort. He had to back off.
Something dripped on his upper lip and he wiped it away, wincing when his fingers came away wet and crimson. Fuck. Just what he needed out here where everything was waiting to bite, scrape or abrade you. A nosebleed. He blinked when his vision swam. Nope. No passing out.
