Lolly pressed closer as if no boundaries existed, as if they’d known each other for weeks and this was the culmination of all the longing built up throughout that time. His slim-yet-toned body pushed back at Dusk with surprising strength, hands twisting in Dusk’s long hair to keep him close for the kiss that could generate enough electricity for a small town.
Dusk pulled his lips away for only half an inch, so that he could speak, but his eyes were firmly on Lolly’s. “I want your ass,” he whispered and begged for a positive answer. Even a frantic nod would do. Back at the store, Lolly had grabbed Dusk’s attention as if he were the only person there, but now, seeing a flush of excitement on Lolly’s cheeks and with the evidence of lust pressing against Dusk’s thigh, Lolly could as well be the only person on the planet.
Lolly sucked on Dusk’s lip and ran his tongue over the scruffy chin, trembling slightly as he rocked his hips against Dusk’s thigh, which had slipped between Lolly’s tempting legs at some point. His skin had the lovely pink tint of powerful lust, but it took him a full two seconds to blink and look back at Dusk with understanding.
“Fuck. Yes, do me,” he said and frantically pushed his hand down the front pocket of his jeans.
Lolly pulled out a condom in the same moment as Dusk, and they grinned at each other like idiots. The place where Lolly had licked him still tingled on Dusk’s face, and breathing was becoming harder. “You got lube?” He glanced to the backpack, already unbuckling the studded belt that had left little red marks on Lolly’s stomach.
Lolly scooted down by the backpack, quickly unzipping a small outer compartment. The back pockets of his shorts clung to his ass, almost like two hands squeezing the shapely buttocks. Heat flushed Dusk’s head, leaving his throat dry and his mind a mess, but none of that mattered when Lolly stood up, presenting a small tube with the grin of a kid who’d just spelled ‘silhouette’ correctly.
Dusk pushed his pants and briefs lower, uttering a moan of relief when his cock finally got to breathe. “You’re like a fucking dream, you know that? Like a mirage in the desert.” He squeezed some lube on his hand and shook his head.
Strawberry. Obviously.
Lolly grinned and reached for Dusk’s cock, stroking it slowly so that the underside rubbed against his wrist and forearm. “What can I say? I have a lot to give.”
“Or I haven’t actually woken up yet.” Dusk’s cock felt so good in Lolly’s hand he could just come all over the pretty, tattooed fingers, but he wanted much more than that. Still, he took his time to lean down for another kiss. The guy’s lips were so delicious Dusk couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of them.
Lolly gave a soft laugh, squeezing Dusk’s cock. “Are you telling me this is just morning wood?”
Dusk took the chance and trailed kisses down Lolly’s jaw, and to the galaxy inked over the graceful neck. “No, this one’s especially for you.” Even Dusk’s heartbeat was erratic, and sliding his hand to Lolly’s ass didn’t help with that at all. Nice and firm to the touch, Dusk couldn’t wait to pull Lolly’s pants down and see it. For now, since his other hand was occupied with lube, he slipped his fingers between the slim thighs to cup Lolly’s balls.
Those big eyes shut, and Lolly groaned, leaning his forehead against Dusk’s chest. “Can’t wait anymore,” he said and let go of Dusk’s cock, frantically pulling the blue condom out of its wrapper and sheathing Dusk like a pro.
That pushed Dusk into motion. He twirled Lolly around and pressed him against the sink. His mind already was on one track, but when he got to see Lolly’s ass again, the train on that one track burst into flames and started rolling down into the abyss.
“Pants off.” Dusk couldn’t even find the grammar to express what he wanted anymore, but it seemed that Lolly got the message.
Lolly sent him a goofy smile in the mirror, but he didn’t tease or hesitate and quickly pushed down the denim along with some kind of patterned underwear. Dusk found himself groaning and touching the pert buttocks right away. Lightly dusted with hair and with those sexy dimples at the sides, they looked so delicious he could have them for lunch.
He slipped his lube-slicked fingers into the enticing crevice, and it had him moan. Dusk needed to be closer though, much much closer. He leaned over Lolly and covered the slim body with his own bulk. The heat seemed to vapor off Lolly’s skin.
Dusk teased the pucker between Lolly’s buttocks with just his fingertip, but the hole was twitching in invitation under the touch. Without any hesitation, he pushed in through the sphincter, working his finger in and out in a rapid motion. He needed to have his cock in that hot, lovely hole as fast as was possible. He wouldn’t know peace until they connected.
Lolly grunted softly, but instead of pulling back, he arched his hips and at the same time let his head drop back, once again enticing Dusk with his rosy lips. They were as pretty upside down as they have been before. His throat created a graceful line, bobbing slightly as he swallowed. “More...”
“Oh, babe… I can give you so much more.” Dusk’s whole body craved to wrap itself around the sexy, pretty, pink-haired wonder under him. He pulled his hand away and bit on Lolly’s shoulder when he pressed his cock between the slippery buttocks. He adored the gorgeous smell that was the mix of strawberry, musk, and something that had to be Lolly’s shampoo. But his real focus was on the way Lolly arched his ass toward him, and on the way that trembling hole swallowed his cockhead.
Lolly’s face turned pink as strawberries with cream within a second, and he leaned forward, bumping his forehead against the mirror. His features first tensed, then relaxed, and he gave a hearty moan that left vapor on the glass. The star under his eye teased Dusk with its playfulness, but as the firm muscles squeezed around Dusk’s dick, he too closed his eyes for a moment, slipping his arms around the smaller body as he sank in, deeper with each passing moment until his stomach pressed against Lolly’s buttocks.
“Yes. Yes. That feels so fucking good,” whispered Lolly, rolling his shoulders against Dusk.
Dusk hardly even understood where he was anymore and how he’d gotten here. All he knew was that his cock felt so fucking awesome he could stay here forever, and Lolly trembled so beautifully Dusk kissed the side of his face over and over.
“I wish I could come inside you and then watch you drip with my spunk,” he whispered against Lolly’s ear as he put his hips into motion. Slow at first, wanting to ease the guy in, but it was hard to keep cool when Lolly spread his legs so eagerly and even pushed back, using the sink as leverage.
“Too bad I’m not really magical,” Lolly whimpered, resting his cheek against the mirror, where it flattened, but the distortion only made him look cuter when he unashamedly voiced his pleasure every time Dusk moved inside him.
Dusk gave a hoarse laugh as he sped up his thrusts, slamming into the tight ass in ever-rising excitement each time his hips met the cushion of Lolly’s buttocks. “You’re a fucking unicorn to me.” He grabbed one of Lolly’s braids and pulled on it to twist Lolly’s face closer for a kiss. He wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. All he could think of was that he was balls-deep in this heavenly guy who tasted of strawberries and moaned like an orgasming groupie.
Lolly licked Dusk’s lips with a breathless laugh, and even as his agile body twisted back slightly, he reached to his own cock and started jerking off in tune to Dusk’s thrusts. The first time he touched himself, he rose to his toes and moaned against Dusk’s lips, teasing him with erratic breaths. It made Dusk tip forward slightly and lean more of his weight on Lolly, which changed the angle at which his cock dipped into the glorious heat of his partner’s willing body.
The sounds of Lolly jerking off, combined with the way Lolly’s ass kept gripping at Dusk’s cock, pushed him over the edge and he came, moaning into the sweet lips and imagining his cum coating Lolly’s insides. He was a panting, satisfied mess, and his head spun with latent arousal.
Lolly jerked his body back into Dusk’s, and shuddered, cuddling D
usk’s cock with his insides as he came just moments after, spraying the sink with several jets of cum. He rubbed the back of his head against Dusk’s collarbone, moaning loudly and reaching with his newly-freed hand to grab Dusk’s T-shirt and bring him closer.
With Lolly’s ass still throbbing around his dick, Dusk rested his weight on the smaller body with a dreamy sigh. His mind was empty. Or full of cotton candy clouds depending on how one looked at it. “I shouldn’t be thinking about how cute you are now, should I?”
Lolly smiled as if he’d just had his fill of ice cream. “Why not? Compliment me,” he said, slowly swaying his hips as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the sink.
Dusk was about to tell Lolly he wanted to lick each and every one of his tattoos when a nasty sounding crack pulled him out of his thoughts.
And then they fell.
Water shot into Dusk’s face and flooded his nose, causing him to panic and cough as he rolled away. Lolly, with his ass still on show and the narrow pants hindering him from moving freely, backed away to grab his backpack. His clothing was drenched and clung to his body as if he were about to compete in a wet T-shirt contest, but it was only when the beautiful buttocks were hidden that Dusk finally connected the dots and saw the carnage of shattered porcelain and water for what it was.
They’d broken the sink, and water was now freely flowing from the pipe, flooding the small bathroom at a rapid pace. When Lolly finally picked up his belongings and got to his feet, Dusk noticed a sheen of red spilling from a cut on his forearm.
“Fuck. Fuck. We need to go. Do you have a car?” Lolly asked, wide-eyed as a gazelle on the run from a cheetah.
Dusk only hesitated for half a second. “No, but I’ve got a bus. Come on.” He pulled his wet pants up after throwing away the condom and shoved the door open with his elbow.
Lolly followed his lead, spraying water everywhere as he ran out, extending his long legs in a frantic race to the bus, where Sid watched them with a cig dangling from his mouth. Dusk made a broad gesture to communicate that they needed to be off, but Sid was in no hurry to end his smoking break prematurely.
Behind the windshield, Dawn and Mage were having something that without a doubt was disgustingly healthy, but they too turned their attention to Dusk and Lolly, who stampeded through the scorching heat that was already making water evaporate from their clothes.
“Go, Dawn, go. Behind the wheel, now!” Dusk yelled as Sid finally moved his ass up the stairs behind them. Dusk glanced at the blood dripping from Lolly’s arm, and a red lamp lit up in his head. “Mage! Get the first aid kit!”
Dawn dropped with sandwich and went straight for the steering wheel, but he still frowned at Dusk. “What did you do?”
Dusk squeezed his hands into fists and forcefully closed the doors of the bus after several powerful tugs. “No time to explain! Just go.”
Lolly grabbed one of the seats, watching them like a frightened bunny stuck in a cage with a pack of foxes. He was still bleeding, and he needed help. Not later. He needed it now.
“Where’s that first aid kit? He’s bleeding.”
“Christ, will the police be after us now?” grumbled Mage as he pulled a red bag from underneath the dashboard.
“Not if we drive off fast enough,” Lolly said.
Dawn got the message because he finally started the engine and they were off.
“Mage will patch you up.” Dusk said to Lolly and kissed him on the top of the head.
Sid raised his eyebrows. “And who is this exactly?”
Dusk’s lips parted. “He’s…” He looked to Lolly, seeking help, but the guy only winked at him with a smirk. Two could play this game. “Lolly.”
Lolly drew back his chin with a smile already dancing over his lips despite the bleeding forearm. “Lolly? My name’s Lolly? Really?”
Dusk pushed his fingers into his hair in exasperation. “It’s what I called you in my head, okay?”
Dawn glanced back over his shoulder. “Did you get the peanut butter?”
Dusk frowned. “What peanut butter?”
Chapter 2
The cut on Abe’s hand wasn’t worthy of the drama Dusk was making over it, but it was pleasant to be fussed over once in a while, so Abe lay back and listened to the four men who took him into their live-in bus. The space was divided into several areas. In the front, behind the two seats at the dashboard, was a seating area with two old leather sofas that were somehow attached to the floor facing each other. Foldable tables were stacked behind two coolers by the driver’s seat, and a few plastic sets of drawers served as storage. In the back, a thick curtain was only drawn halfway, revealing bunk beds with access severely restricted due to piles of boxes and luggage taking up most of the floor there.
Lots of work likely went into the conversion of an old bus into the mobile home that it now was, but the end result was nothing like the fancy vehicle remodels one could find online. It seemed to Abe that interior decoration had been limited to crossing items off the necessities list at the nearest garage sale.
It immediately felt like home.
Abe’s brain was working at a fast pace, urged on by the surprising gentleness of Dusk’s arms. He let himself lean back against the firm chest and briefly closed his eyes as Mage, one of Dusk’s friends, poured some kind of stinging substance over the cut. Dusk’s scent, rich and earthy, barely masked the chemical odor of the disinfectant, but it still provided the kind of comfort Abe would have never expected from a guy who was simply meant to be one of many casual hookups on the way to California.
“I don’t think this needs stitches,” Mage concluded in the end and looked up with a hint of a smile. His long, well-kept dreadlocks had been tied back, so as not to bother him as he worked. Out of all the guys in the bus, Mage was the tidiest. Dressed in clothes made of quality fabric and well tailored, he looked like a cool rock musician styled for a photoshoot.
As if wanting to wordlessly assure everyone he wasn’t just a good boy dressed to play the part of the rebel, he had a steel septum ring glinting above his lips and several piercings in his ears, but neither them nor the scruff on his cheeks could fool Abe into ignoring the polite way Mage talked in comparison to his friends.
After initial unease, he became calm and even got Dusk to stop pacing back and forth through the bus. Now in doctor mode, he dedicated his undivided attention to wrapping gauze around Abe’s forearm.
Sid was Mage’s exact opposite. Seated on the sofa across from them, he was the type of man who was long and narrow despite clearly having worked on his muscles enough not to look bony. The racerback and denim shorts he was wearing revealed a collection of black and white tattoos so extensive Abe suspected Sid would soon be running out of places to ink. His skin was as pale as Mage’s was dark, and the red mohawk stood proudly on his head like the comb of a rooster before a fight.
He kept watching Abe without a word, with his right leg constantly moving up and down as if he were sending Morse signals with his foot. Too bad Abe didn’t know the code.
The last guy in the bus was Dusk’s younger brother, Dawn, and those two names alone told Abe what kind of household the two men have grown up in. Unlike his brother, Dawn was quiet and shy. His boyish face was partially obscured by a black baseball cap and pitch-black hair that fell to his shoulders in soft strands. He was like a male incarnation of Snow White, but Abe couldn’t find out much else, since Dawn remained behind the wheel and didn’t say much.
“Are you sure it won’t get infected or anything?” Dusk asked Mage, casually stroking Abe’s hair, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And in front of his friends at that. The gesture alone made Abe’s insides flutter, and he had to fight to suppress the unusual amount of affection trying to flood his whole body.
Everything about Dusk seemed to extend its tentacles to Abe’s skin and grab on tight. He’d been hot and playful when they met, fucked Abe’s brains out. Now the spontaneous sex was over, yet he hadn’t suggested they s
hould leave Abe at the nearest town. In fact, he was showing an amount of care Abe hardly ever expected from anyone, especially not from a casual hookup.
Abe glanced back at Dusk as Mage laughed and once more told Dusk that everything would be fine. Dusk breathed out heavily, as if his life depended on Abe’s wellbeing. The tallest and most muscular of the group, Dusk was a meal Abe could eat every day and never get bored. The long dark hair begged to be entangled in Abe’s fingers, and every time Abe looked into the deep green eyes, something within him crumbled. He couldn’t remember the last time instant attraction had hit him so ferociously.
Dusk’s dick had been a rare treat.
“Fuck, I’m soaked.” Dusk got up and pulled off his fitted T-shirt.
Abe’s throat went dry at the landscape of muscle and short coarse hairs over Dusk’s chest and stomach. Under the collarbones, Dusk had a tattoo of a sunset, which fit in with the funny collection of botanical ink on his arms. The tats were mostly fruit and vegetables, as if Dusk intended to communicate he was not only delicious, but also good for anyone who chose to lick him.
“So... where are you guys going?” Abe asked once Mage was done with dressing the wound. He licked his lips and leaned back into the sofa, watching the wet fabric that still clung to Dusk’s delicious flesh. He knew he shouldn’t be asking too many questions, but it wasn’t like this would be anything else than a fling with a decent guy, so he might as well enjoy it for a few more hours.
Sid raised his eyebrows. “More like… who are you, where are you going, and what happened to the two of you?”
Dusk sighed and started pulling off his wet jeans. “There was a pipe accident at the gas station.”
Dawn laughed without turning back. “You mean, you caused an accident?”
Dusk rolled his eyes. “Tomayto, tomahto. Lolly, I’ll get you a dry T-shirt.”
Abe stilled, unsure what to say, because the offer meant Dusk wanted him around for at least a few more hours. Did he want to stay for that long? It took Dusk bending over and stretching his broad back for Abe to decide that yes, he wouldn’t mind enjoying this man’s company for a few more hours. Maybe they could fuck again before the guys left him at some convenient hitchhiking spot.
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