Hurricane

by BA Tortuga

  “Huh? Oh, they’re in the kitchen. Sorry.” Shane headed for the drawer, whistling, tiny ass swinging. “Me and Goob’ve been hanging out with the guys a lot. It’s closer than driving home from the club.”

  “The guys…?” A little spike of jealousy tried to work its way out. Galen squashed it viciously. “Cool. Anyone in particular?”

  “Depends on who’s available, who wants to hang. Wade—Wade Patterson—you remember him, huh? He’s the one with the fancy-assed boat.” Shane tossed one cloth over to him, started working away, lean muscles tensing and relaxing like Shane was doing a little dance. God, Shane was cute, ball cap covering his short, short hair, little wire glasses he only wore at home magnifying his pretty blue eyes.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Wade. Galen had heard that name from too damned many phone calls. He’d have to tell Wade what was what. Nicely.

  “Not today, though.” Shane looked over at him, those eyes damn near pinning him to the wall. “Maybe not for a few days.”

  “Yeah?” Hello! Hoo yeah. That was more like it. He took two more swipes with the dust cloth before he let it drop and grabbed for Shane instead.

  “I missed you, darlin’. So bad.”

  “I hear you.” Shane came easy, wrapping one hand around his neck and tugging him into a kiss so deep it burned at him.

  “Mmm.” He grabbed right for that fine ass, pulling Shane up against him so they could keep that kiss going, could forget how to breathe.

  Shane hadn’t forgotten how to get under his fucking skin, hands pushing into his sweats, wrapping around his cock and giving him what he needed, not giving him a chance to slow down. His skin drew up with chicken skin, his muscles shuddering. Galen spread his thighs, pushing up into Shane’s touch.

  “You know how long it’s been, Len? Since you fucked me? Since I fucked you? I got plans, man.”

  “I like plans. You know that.” His cock ached, the thought of him inside Shane’s body making him so hard so fast. Jesus.

  “I know.” Shane grinned for him, eyes all lit up. “You think you remember how, Galen?”

  “I think so. Even if it has been a bit.” There was no one else for him, but he’d fantasized about it enough to remember. “Bed.”

  “Too fucking long. I may be a virgin again.” Shane kissed his nose, winked. Not a chance.

  “Oh, sure. God. Lover. I need.” He dragged Shane to the bedroom, caveman style. His whole fucking body was on fire.

  Shane managed to get them damned near undressed on the way too, using feet and fingers to push the clothes off.

  “Yeah. That’s it, darlin’. You still got some lube?” He sure as hell hoped so. They didn’t have time to shop.

  “You know it.” Tubes started flying—raspberry and chocolate and KY and cinnamon and… guava? Who the hell made guava-flavored lube?

  Galen went for the tried and true KY, grabbing that wiggling ass and pulling Shane right over. “Got it, babe.”

  Shane spread for him like butter under a hot knife. “Got me too.”

  “That’s the best part.” Shane was warm and sweet under his hands, under his mouth, and wasn’t that a thought? Yeah. Before the lube, he needed a taste. Bending, Galen put his mouth right on Shane’s skin, tongue sliding right to that tight little hole.

  “Galen.”

  Oh fuck yes. Listen to that sound, all for him. Shane begged for it, rocking into his touch, just fucking on fire.

  Humming, Galen fucked that hot hole with his tongue, loving on the man like he had in his dreams for weeks. He could feel Shane shifting, hear the slap and rub of that as Shane jacked off, moving faster, harder.

  “You wait for me,” he said, backing off and groping for the lube. “You just wait for me, darlin’. That’s mine.”

  “I. Fuck. I’m….” Shane rippled, hips rocking. “Come on, come on, now.”

  “Now,” he agreed, lining his cock up and getting all slick. He knew Shane would need stretching, but damn. He could barely wait to get inside, though. “Ready?”

  “Fuck yes. Now, Galen. Need you. I won’t break.”

  “Love.” That was all a man could take. Really. Galen pushed in, feeling like his head might explode, needing more than he could even have, but trying anyway.

  “Yeah.” Shane pushed back, taking him in, skin going all flushed, muscles rippling. “Yeah. Again.”

  “Again.” Galen pushed in again, his muscles screaming, his breath coming in hard pants. He reached down and palmed Shane’s stiff cock, feeling it wet and hot for him, loving that he did that.

  “Missed this. Need it. You.” Shane grabbed the headboard, adding his strength to the thrusts.

  “Darlin’. Oh. I….” He was gonna lose it. Just boom. Galen worked harder, hips snapping, hand working hard on Shane’s prick.

  They were giving that old bed one hell of a workout, the springs singing “The Star Spangled Banner” as Shane jerked, shooting hard. Galen shouted that last note, his whole body shaking as he came, his cock jerking right into Shane’s body. They landed together like a felled oak, bouncing and grunting.

  “Oh. Better. Fucking better.” Shane laughed, that tight ass jerking around his prick.

  “Watch it, darlin’. You’ll have me going again.” Grinning, Galen nuzzled right in, smelling them together, licking Shane’s skin.

  “And that would so suck.” Shane’s laughter just did it for him, happy and horny and satisfied to the bone.

  “Oh, it would. Mmm sucking.” He kissed the back of Shane’s neck. “Love you, honey.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, Len. So much.”

  “Good.” Who cared if the house was dusty? He had what he needed right there in his arms.

  Chapter Four

  KHAN HAD a hold of Goob’s ear and was dragging the hound around the yard, trying to get Galen’s attention.

  Galen, of course, was sleeping on the deck chair.

  Shane thought on it some—if he let Khan pull Goob’s ear off, he’d have an unbalanced basset. If he turned the hose on Galen to wake him up, he’d have a wet, bitchy Galen. If he removed Goob’s ear from Khan’s mouth and set both dogs on Galen’s flip-flops, that would be both entertaining and leave Goob with both ears and wake Galen up.

  Especially since Galen was still in his flip-flops.

  He grabbed both dogs, hauled them over to the deck, and pointed out the blue shoes that were moving just a little as Galen snored. “Go get ’em.”

  Goob actually stared at him a moment, head tilted, but Khan was younger and in love with her man, and she pounced. Hard.

  Galen shouted and flailed, almost kicking his pup, but the man was good, even half-asleep. “What the fuck?”

  Shane grinned, snorting as Goob got into it, grabbing one shoe and shaking for all he was worth.

  “Shit! Shane. Would you—” The whole kit and caboodle went down, Len crashing to the deck, the dogs badgering him.

  Shane would have helped, if he could stop hooting, bent over with it. Oh. Oh fuck. That was. Damn.

  Galen was laughing like a fool too, wiggling and trying to get away, those long legs more of a hindrance than a help. “Damn it, Goob, get off my balls!”

  Goob reared back, howling away, the sound cut off when Khan grabbed one poor ear again.

  “Khan!” That roar had both pups stopped in their tracks, panting, tongues lolling. Galen sat up, pushing them both off. “No biting.”

  Goob came running to Shane, ears flopping as Khan groveled at Galen’s feet.

  “Oh now.” Len scritched Khan’s ears, making low soothing noises. “That’s a girl. Who’s a good girl?”

  “You are so owned, man.” Shane plopped down, got himself an armful of hound dog.

  “Uh-huh. Like you aren’t.” Those dark eyes laughed at him over Khan’s head.

  “I never claimed not to be, Galen.” He grinned and winked. “At least Goob’s a boy.”

  “Hey, I’m a momma’s boy. Why wouldn’t my dog be a girl?” With a wink, Len got up and went to get bo
th pups a biscuit, giving them a treat.

  “She’s wanting to come visit. Says she hasn’t seen you in forever.” Not that he was fishing for news of when Len was leaving….

  “Yeah? We should have her down.” Stretching, Len showed off for him a little, looking much easier in his bones.

  “That would be cool.” Look at that man. All heavy muscle and long limbs, dark hair scattered across the wide chest and ridged belly. “I gotta go back to the club tomorrow. You gonna come see what all we’ve done?”

  “Hell yes. I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least a week.” Len wandered over and stroked his back, fingers dancing along his spine. The calluses weren’t as pronounced now, Len’s fingers almost weirdly soft.

  “Only a week?” He leaned back into the touch, happy as a pig in shit.

  “For a start….”

  When Len started rubbing his shoulders? He was even happier. “Oh….” He leaned forward, head down. “More. God, it’s good to have you back.”

  “Mmm-hmm. Sun. Swamp. You.” Strong fingers dug in hard, really rolling his muscles.

  “Yeah.” His phone started ringing, and he ignored it, letting Galen love on him.

  Goob went for his phone, growling and pulling, ears flopping like crazy. Which got Khan all fired up too, that Rottie going right for the ears.

  “Tell Wade hi, Goob, and that we’re real busy.”

  Goob barked, Galen laughed, and the phone slid off the deck. Oops.

  “Damn. That’s like the third one this year….” He snorted as it sank. Where was Vic when you needed him? Damned gators, never showing when you expected.

  “Yeah, well it’s not in a chicken….” Leaning down, Len kissed his shoulder, that fuzzy belly rubbing along his back.

  “You making steaks for us tonight?” He hadn’t felt so settled in….

  Weeks.

  “I am. Gonna dust off the cobwebs and fire my baby up!” Lord, feel the man bounce. Len was waaaay too excited about his grill.

  “Make sure nothing had babies in it.” He waited for the slap.

  He got a nipple twist instead, Len biting down on his shoulder. “Asshole.”

  “Man. Len, you’ve been gone too long.” He fought his grin hard. “That is my nipple.”

  “You’re so going down.” Those big hands rolled him right out of his chair and across the deck, Len rubbing on him all the way.

  That brought the dogs back, and things got messy—with barking and licking and laughing and wagging butts.

  Good stuff.

  Real stuff.

  Chapter Five

  GALEN FLIPPED the steaks, making sure they had a nice crosshatch pattern on them. Shane had asked for steaks, and he was gonna do his best to get them right, despite not having grilled in weeks.

  Maybe months.

  He heard the phone ringing inside, not his cell, but the house phone. He ignored it pretty handily.

  “Leave it, darlin’,” he said when Shane would have wandered in to answer. “Come help me get the potatoes unstuck.”

  “’Kay.” Shane swerved, leaning against him. “It’s just Wade. I told the boys at the club to let him know I’d be out of pocket all week. Fuck, that smells good.”

  “Yeah? I marinated it in your favorite red…. Honey, what’s the deal with this Wade guy? I mean, y’all seem to see each other a hell of a lot.” Jealousy was a stone-cold bitch, but every other word out of Shane’s mouth was this fucker’s name.

  “I do. He’s a cool guy. You’ll like him, if you get to know him. He’s from Texas, and he used to run some company with computers, and now he’s learning to drive a boat.”

  “Cool. Nice to have someone to hang out with.” Shit. He probably would like the guy. Shane had much better taste in friends than he did.

  “Yeah. He was real lonely, and I was missing you fierce and getting bitchy. We’ve been hanging, him and me and Jake and Aaron. There’s a new guy at the club, did I tell you? His cock is pierced. Twice!”

  His arm went around Shane’s back, squeezing. “How do you know that?”

  “He pulled it out and let a magazine guy take pictures of it. He was sharing.” Shane leaned a little, smiling and shaking his head. “It was fucked-up, but no one mentions my rings anymore.”

  “Well, there you go.” Magazines. Lord. He was out of the loop in the worst way. “So do I get to meet him too? When I go to the club tomorrow?”

  “Yup. You won’t like him so much. He’s mouthy and shit, and thinks he knows everything.” It was fucking hard to be jealous with Shane not hiding a damn thing.

  Galen leaned around for a kiss. God, he loved this man. All the way, deep down to his toes. Shane gave it up for him, moaning and laughing into his lips. Look at that man, wanting him. Shit. Sometimes he needed a reminder that he had something so good at home. Sometimes he was fucking stupid. The grill spit at him, seeming to agree.

  “Shit! Come on, darlin’. Let’s get these steaks resting.”

  “Mmm. Steaks. I’ve been dreaming of those.”

  “See how you are? Nice to know you love me for my steaks.” The side of Shane’s neck was irresistible, and Galen gnawed a little while he pulled the steaks up.

  “I love you for all sorts of…. Oh. Oh, I…. Fuck. Len. Gonna leave a bruise.”

  “Uh-huh. You know it.” That was a challenge, right? He set the steaks down and turned to really suck. Right there. He hadn’t heard that raw sound in weeks, hadn’t seen that tanned, fine skin covered in his bruises in longer. Goddamn it.

  Galen nibbled and licked until Shane was squirming, making happy noises. Then he grinned and backed off. “Want supper?”

  “Fucker.” Shane shivered, those pretty nipples tight-tight around those little gold rings. “I’m going to kick your ass.”

  “Yeah? Okay.” That could be fun too. Shane all fired up and ready to go. Galen couldn’t resist tugging at one little ring. “Be a shame to waste the steaks…. I guess they’ll hold.”

  Shane went up on tiptoe, chin going stubborn. “We’ll eat. I can wait.”

  Was that a challenge?

  “You sure?” His fingers toyed with that ring, then went to the other to give it a nice, hard tug.

  “Uh… uh-huh.” Shane’s belly went tight, those nipples begging for his attention.

  “If you’re sure….” Look at that. Someone had been working out. He stroked Shane’s belly before going back to those nipples, pulling. “You need your chain.”

  “You need to put it on. I only wear it for you.” Yeah. Yeah, that was a challenge.

  “Let’s go, then. Grab the steaks.” He’d carry the Shane—his favorite appetizer. Once Shane had the platter, Galen hoisted the man right up, hauling him inside.

  “Goddamn, you’re strong.” Shane held on, muscles shifting in his arms.

  “I’ve had nothing to do but hit the gym in between meetings.” He should take Shane with him. Except there were the dogs. And Shane’s job….

  “It shows.” Shane turned his head, bit his bicep.

  “Mmm. Now, where is that chain?” They put the steaks in the microwave to keep the bugs and dogs out before Galen started for the bedroom.

  “In the top drawer of my dresser.”

  “Good.” That he could reach without putting Shane down. Or Shane could. He walked them right over. “Grab it, darlin’.”

  Man, Shane had been buying stuff from the ’net. There were some new toys that he barely saw before that little box was grabbed, handed over.

  He leaned Shane’s ass against the dresser. “You looking forward to playing, honey? No plastic hands, right?”

  “No plastic hands. You. I need you.” Serious as a heart attack, right there.

  “That’s all I need to know, Shane. All I need….” The little box seemed to fight him, but he got it open, the chain glinting in the light.

  Shane reached out, finger tracing the chain, the gold catching the light. “Had that a long, long time, Len.”

  “Been a wh
ile since we used it, huh?” He let Shane prop himself up so he could attach one end of the chain to the left nipple ring.

  “Uh. Uh-huh…. A while.” Shane watched, blue eyes staring at his fingers, at that pretty chain.

  He got the other side clipped on and let go, letting Shane feel the weight, the pull. “Fucking pretty.”

  “Feels good.” Shane’s eyes went heavy-lidded, lips parted on a moan.

  “It sure does.” Shane was hot and heavy against him, rubbing all along his lower half. Made him crazy.

  “Remember when they got done? I was so fucking hot for you.”

  “Jesus. Yeah. I remember how I was crazy because you didn’t let me see the first one….” God, that trip to New Orleans had been one long party. Shane had been… well, fucking amazing.

  “I wanted to surprise you. I was aching for it, man.”

  “You surprised the hell out of me. But it was a good kind of shock.” They’d been so hot. Kinda like Galen was now. Rarin’ to go. He tugged the chain, wanting Shane to give up on waiting until after supper.

  Shane arched, that fine, fine fucking belly rippling for him, going pink. Shit, the things he wanted to do with all that strength. Right now he’d settle for watching Shane shiver and groan, and he’d pull at that little chain again and again. His. This was all his.

  “Galen. Galen, I….” Shane humped against him, starting to shake. “More.”

  “Anything, darlin’. Anything for you.” Jesus, he could stand there all day and watch that. Except his legs were shaking, so Galen lifted Shane again and headed for the bed.

  He sat down, and Shane shifted, straddling him, hands landing on his shoulders. “Hey. You. Fuck, Len.”

  “Okay.” He grinned, looking right into those pretty blue eyes, needing like crazy. “Hey.”

  “You’re home.” Shane pushed him back, following him right down, flat belly slapping against his while Shane wiggled out of his shorts.

  “I am.” Sprawling, Galen pulled at Shane’s chain, watching the man shiver for him, feeling that hot body all along his.

  “Do it again.” Shane reached back for Galen’s cock, fingers wrapped around it. Thank God for easy-access swim trunks. They needed to go, though, so Galen shucked them, twisting, making it even better where Shane touched him.