by Riley Hart
“You also have feelings for Christian.” He cocked a dark brow.
Beckett waved him off. “He’s been back in my life for a couple days after not seeing him for ten years.”
“So?” Landon asked. “People are so strange. We try to put rules and regulations on everything. You can’t do that with feelings. There’s no specific time it takes to fall for someone—or at least to want them.” He grinned and Beckett couldn’t help but remember when Margaret had said, What does time have to do with anything?
Landon continued, “Plus, you’ve likely always had feelings for him. I knew it when you told me about him years ago and I see it now when you look at him.”
The truth was, Landon was likely right. He’d never gotten over Chris, he’d just tried really fucking hard to pretend he had. “I’m pretty sure he has someone.”
Landon kicked a twig that was on the ground as they walked. “Well, that might complicate things a little. It’s funny though…the way he looks at you? The way his eyes are always seeking you out and the way he smiles at you…it’s not the look of a man who has someone else.”
Beckett didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure how to. His life was slightly a mess right now. He wasn’t sure how the outdoor season would go, how things would be with his team. Hell, he was scared to death he ran the risk of falling out of love with something that had always been his life because right now, he resented it. It wasn’t until this moment that he realized that’s what it was. He resented motocross because in it, he’d hidden part of himself.
“Sorry, it’s not my place to butt into your life. But you’re my friend, Beck. I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m trying to be,” he repeated, before his mind went right back to Christian again.
CHAPTER NINE
“I had fun today,” Christian told him as they pulled back into the driveway of Beck’s rental. He hoped Beck made it a point to come and see them more often. Christian thought it was good for him.
“Yeah, I did too. They’re a good group of guys.”
The door of the car squeaked when Christian opened it. He stepped out just as Beckett did.
“I want to try and make it out again. I miss seeing Landon.”
A small twinge of jealousy itched at the middle of his chest. Forget that just a few seconds before he’d been hoping that Beck came to see his friend again and that Landon was obviously one hundred percent in love with Rod.
He didn’t reply as they took the stairs leading to the cabin, as Beck unlocked and opened the door.
“He’s always been a good, loyal friend to me even when we both kept each other at arm’s length because of personal shit. I could use more of that.”
He closed the door. The sound sort of echoed in Christian’s head. The twinge of jealousy started to spread out, to rapidly grow, a disease taking over his body inch by inch.
He would have been that same thing for Beck if he’d been given the chance. He wanted it right now. Wanted more than that if he was being honest. Christian wanted to know if he still tasted the same—mint and spice. If he still smelled the same—like trees with the teasing scent of motor oil.
He wanted Beck to think about spending more time with him and desired to do all of the things to Beckett Monroe they were too scared to do as kids.
And this was his chance to do it.
“I was thinking we could—” Christian silenced him with his mouth. He’d taken Beck by surprise. It was obvious in the tightness of his lips and the way he held his hands up like he wasn’t sure what to do.
But then? Then he was kissing Christian back. His hands were on Christian’s shoulders, pulling him closer as Beckett’s back hit the door.
He still tasted the same. It went straight to Christian’s head, he still smelled the same and Christian wanted to inhale him. To engrain the scent even more fiercely into his memory. He felt the burn of Beck’s beard against his face and the bite of Beck’s blunt nails digging into his arms and fuck yes Christian wanted to devour him. To wrap himself up in Beck. To taste him everywhere. To bury his dick in Beck’s ass and feel the sweet burn of Beckett doing the same to him.
His cock hurt it was so fucking hard, ached. He rubbed his hand over Beck’s erection. Ate the moan Beck let go into his mouth as he hungered to feel Beck’s prick there, while he took him all the way to the back of his throat.
So he started kissing his way down, licked the Adam’s apple he’d just been admiring a few days before. “Wondered what that tasted like,” he whispered against Beck’s skin.
Beck groaned, dug his fingers into Christian’s arms again. He shoved his hands under Beck’s shirt, pushed it up, wanting to feel his heat against him, wanting to lick and suck and trace every one of his muscles with his tongue.
Beck lifted his arms, and Christian shoved his shirt off. He sucked Beck’s neck into his mouth, began kissing his way down Beck’s chest, while letting his fingers make a path to the other man’s shorts.
“I’ve been wondering for more than ten years what it would be like to have your dick in my mouth.” Christian rubbed his hand over Beck’s thick erection again, watched as he dropped his head back against the door and closed his eyes.
“Chris…”
He was breathless and Christian loved it. “Feels like a nice fucking cock, Beck. I’ll take good care of you. I love giving head and I’m telling you now, I’m really fucking good at deep throating.”
Beckett trembled, let out a stream of curses, but just as Christian was about to fall to his knees, he whispered…“Wait,” then grabbed the hand Christian had on his prick and said, “fuck, I hate saying this but wait…”
Christian tensed—surprise, confusion and a little bit of hurt all swimming together in his brain.
“What about Quinn?” he asked.
Christian felt his own face scrunch up. “Huh?”
“I want you. Jesus, I want you so fucking bad, I feel like I’m going to lose my damn mind, but what about Quinn? I can’t do this if you’re with someone else.”
He smiled. His pulse went a little crazy. “Honorable Beckett Monroe. I always loved that about you. Quinn is my friend—nothing more and he will always be that. He helped me adjust to living in LA. He will always mean the world to me, but we’re not that way. I forgot I let you believe that.”
“Oh…I thought when he answered your phone…”
“I won’t lie. He stays at my place often. When he does, he sleeps in my bed, but it’s not about sex and it’s not my story to share.”
Beckett gave him a small nod. Grabbed ahold of Christian’s hips, as he looked down on him. He was a good three or four inches taller than Christian was. His tongue snuck out and traced his lips, a familiar spark of mischief in his dark, brown eyes. “Then get on your knees for me, Chris. You have no fucking clue how many times I dreamt about taking that sweet mouth of yours. Show me what you can do with it.”
Christian grinned. “You’ll lose your motherfucking mind.”
“Cocky.”
Christian palmed Beckett’s dick. “You’re one to talk.”
And then he did as both he and Beck wanted. Christian went down on his knees for him. He shoved Beck’s shorts down, and he stepped out of them. His dick sprung free—tall and hard, the head purple and leaking. It was everything Chris wanted it to be.
He rubbed his finger in the pre-come at the slit.
“Fuck…” Beck groaned out as he put a hand on the back of Christian’s head. “Please…please, Chris. Need to feel you.”
“You will. This moment has been a long time coming; let me play, Beck.” He palmed Beck’s balls. They were heavy, full but hung low. He didn’t know why but he’d always had a thing for low hangers. He was full of thick, pulsing veins. The hair around his prick just as dark as the black hair on his head and covering his jaw.
Christian leaned in, nuzzled him. Breathed in Beck’s scent. The hand on the back of his head gripped him harder, pushed him closer until Christian could breathe
nothing except Beckett’s scent.
He let his tongue sneak out, lashed it across Beckett’s sac, before he sucked one of his balls into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Christian. Jesus, I hope I don’t embarrass myself.”
Christian smiled into Beck’s crotch before he pulled back far enough so that he could look up at Beck, who stared down on him, as he ran his tongue from the base of Beckett’s shaft to the tip.
The other man let out a guttural cry as Christian took him deep, worked Beck as far into this throat as he could.
“Yes…Chris, you feel so goddamn good.”
Christian savored the taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of Beck’s heavy cock in his mouth. He pleasured him as best he could, like his fucking life depended on it—alternating between sucking, licking, and swallowing around the fat head of his dick.
He wanted to taste him, wanted to swallow him down. Beck’s hungry sounds got louder and louder. He pumped his hips and Christian took it, let the other man have his way with his mouth. Just when he thought Beck was going to let loose, he jerked out of Christian’s mouth, pulled him to his feet and then lifted him in his arms.
Christian let him, wrapped his legs around Beck’s hips as he made his way toward the hall.
“I’m not ready to come yet. I want your dick, too.” And then his mouth crashed down on Christian’s. He kissed the hell out of him as he walked them to his room. It was messy and frantic, filled with ten years’ worth of hunger.
In the back of Christian’s mind, he wondered if this would be enough to sate him…if this would be enough to sate either of them.
*
There is no Quinn.…Well, there was a Quinn but there wasn’t a Christian and Quinn. That pleased Beckett probably more than it should. Still, as he squeezed Chris tight, as he savored the feel of him writhing against him as he devoured his mouth, he realized there was nothing he’d ever been more thankful for.
Chris wasn’t with someone else.
And he wanted Beckett, at least right now he did.
When they got to his room, he went straight for the bed, lay Christian on his back off the edge, and went down on top of him. He rubbed himself against Chris’s shorts. Wanted them gone but wanted to keep his possession of Chris’s mouth too.
He’d wanted this for so long, wanted Christian for so long.
He nearly came when Christian’s hands went to his ass, as he squeezed the globes to pull Beckett closer.
He wanted that too, wanted Chris inside him, wanted Chris to drive him out of his mind as he fucked him.
Beckett pulled back. “As much as I want to keep kissing you all night, this might end before we get to the good stuff if we don’t hurry.”
Christian chuckled as Beckett slid down his body. As he went down to the floor between Chris’s legs. “Ass up.” He swatted Christian’s leg. He lifted himself and Beck pulled his shorts down, had to maneuver himself out of the way so he could get them free. Chris pulled off his shirt next and then Beck was there, kneeling as Christian sat on the bed, with his legs hanging over the side, his prick right there for Beckett to take.
“You’re beautiful.” He wasn’t embarrassed by the awe in his own voice. Chris wasn’t quite as long as he was, but he was thick—thick and swollen. Clear pre-come dripped from the slit and down his cockhead. His pubes were trimmed in a way Beck’s weren’t, light brown in color. His balls were tight, swollen.
“No need for the compliment. You already got me into bed.”
“Hey, I’ve waited a long time for this.”
“Are you going to continue it?” Chris asked and he was, he so fucking was.
Beckett immediately began to suck him off. The carpet rubbed against his knees. Christian’s dick jerked in his mouth. He worked him as best he could. He let his tongue circle Christian’s cockhead before he took him deep again, bobbed his head up and down in Christian’s lap, loving his place here.
He held Christian’s slender waist, heard him growl above him and Beck knew he was close. He was stuck between wanting to finish him off and having Chris inside him. “Fuck me,” Beck said when he pulled off him. “Wanna feel you inside. Wanna feel you let loose inside me.”
He was jerked toward the bed then. He felt like his muscles had turned to mush as he fell to the bed.
He lay on his stomach and then Chris was there, between his legs and kissing his neck. “Condoms and lube?” he asked before his teeth gently bit into Beckett’s right shoulder.
“Bag by the bed.”
“Thank God, I don’t have to go far,” he teased and Beckett smiled.
Christian leaned over the side of the bed. Beckett heard him rummage around in the bag he was also thankful he left there. Just a few seconds later, he rested between Beckett’s spread legs. He trembled when Christian ran his hands over his globes.
“This ass, Beck. It’s so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to take it.” He ran his finger down the crack and on reflex, Beckett undulated his hips. Jesus, his dick hurt so bad, but the friction of rubbing it against the bed helped.
“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?” Christian asked as his finger slipped between his cheeks.
“I’ve been starving for a taste of your dick for ten years, Chris.”
He wasn’t sure if it was an admission he should have made because Christian went rigid over him. His finger stopped moving for one beat, two, and then…“Yeah, yeah me too.”
Beckett heard the condom wrapper rip. Heard the bottle of lube open. He looked back, over his shoulder and watched Christian wet his finger. His heart jackhammered. His dick leaked all over the bed. He spread his legs wider, as Christian slipped a slick finger between his cheeks. “Such a tight little hole, Beckett.”
He rubbed Beckett’s pucker. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, from fucking the bed and then his bones melted when Christian pushed a finger inside. He’d always been one for ass play. He’d let Christian play back there all night if he wanted, all damn day tomorrow too, but he also really, really wanted Chris’s cock.
“I’m good. Christ, that feels fucking incredible, but I want more. Give me more, Chris.”
Beckett didn’t have to ask twice. Christian squirted more lube into his hand, and stroked it up and down his sheathed erection.
And then he lay down on his side, beside Beckett. Pulled Beck so he was on his side too, his back against Christian’s chest.
Christian hooked his arm around Beckett’s top leg, holding it up, opening him up so he could get inside. It was awkward but he was able to use his other hand to guide his prick, and then he was there, pressing against Beckett’s hole and slowly easing his way inside.
There was a slight burn, a stretch—but it just made Beckett’s dick get harder, made the need to come ratchet up to new heights. “Do it, Chris. Fuck me.”
Christian kept going, worked his way inside until his pelvis was flat against Beckett’s ass, buried as deep as he could go.
They were breathing heavily, their breaths alternating as they adjusted to the sensations that were no doubt wreaking havoc on both of them. At least Beckett knew they were turning him inside out and he hoped they were doing the same to Chris.
Christian pulled nearly all the way out, and then slammed forward again. He worked himself into a groove. Each time he thrust in, his dick rubbed against Beckett’s prostate just how he liked.
“Oh fuck, Beck. Wanted this for so damn long. I don’t know if I can last.”
He liked hearing that, liked knowing he was driving Christian as wild as Christian drove him. Beckett wrapped a hand around his prick, held tight and started to jerk himself off as Christian railed into him from behind.
The whole bed shook. Pleasure shot through him with every pump of Christian’s hips. When he turned his head so he could look up at Chris, he smashed his mouth down on Beckett’s. Pushed his tongue into his mouth the same way his dick owned his body.
Beckett’s balls drew tight. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore
, and he gave into the pleasure. His body felt like it broke apart, shattered into a million pieces as he shot, as he came all over his hand.
Christian kept going, kept slamming into him until Beckett felt him surrender. Lost his mouth as Christian pulled back and came, a loud roar in Beckett’s ear before he dropped Beckett’s leg and his arm came down, a heavy weight over him and his face buried in the back of Beckett’s neck.
That wasn’t enough. That wasn’t nearly enough. Now that he’d had Chris, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of him.
The way Christian held him, Beckett wondered if he could possibly feel the same.
CHAPTER TEN
They slept together in Beckett’s bed. At one point in the middle of the night they’d woken up, Christian had sucked him to a climax, while jerking himself off, and then they’d eaten half a bag of chips before passing out again.
Beckett couldn’t remember when he’d felt happier…when he’d felt more like himself. Sure, he felt happiness and contentment every time he was on a bike but there was still a part of himself that he’d held back, a part that made it feel tinged with dishonesty.
When they woke up in the morning, he knew exactly what he wanted to do—what he might need to do with Christian before he left the following day.
He didn’t know what would happen between them after Chris left. Beckett would be heading to Florida to train and Christian home to California, but he tried not to focus on that. Right now he just wanted to be in this moment with Chris.
Beckett ran a hand over Christian’s short, dark-blond hair as he slept. Christian didn’t move, didn’t seem to notice him. He touched his collarbone next, ran his finger across it. Brushed his thumb over one of Christian’s nipples and then the other one. He had such a beautiful body—lithe, with tight muscles beneath his pale skin.
Beckett felt this relentless need inside him for Christian that he couldn’t dim. It kept getting hotter and hotter, brighter and brighter, even as he logically told himself not to rush, that there was so much on his plate right now.
