Hurricane

by BA Tortuga

  That little bit of flesh got hot under his fingers, Shane’s ass moving in time with his touches. Every movement had him grunting, trying to get closer, trying to get Shane more naked.

  “Honey, I need…. We need more skin.”

  “Uh-huh.” Shane tugged his shirt all the way off, rumbling. “I can’t believe that bastard came here.”

  “Neither can I.” Hell, it had never occurred to him that Frank would dare brave him in his own den. The man was essentially a coward. Galen tugged at Shane’s shorts. “He’s gone. Now it’s about us.”

  “It was about us then.” Shane wiggled out of them, ass shaking.

  “It was. Jesus. You. I can’t believe you sometimes, darlin’.” His hands moved as fast as his mouth, tracing Shane’s ribs, Shane’s hip bones. Hard and wet-tipped, Shane’s cock got to bobbing, trying to get his attention.

  It worked. Oh, Lord it worked. And suddenly Galen had to taste, something he hadn’t done in too damned long. He slid right to his knees, nuzzling, rubbing his bristly cheek against Shane’s prick.

  “Galen!” Oh, if he was getting that sort of response, that desperate need, he’d not done this nearly enough. Licking, tasting, Galen worked his way up to the tip before sucking Shane in. No teasing, just pushing all the way down to the root. Shane’s hands landed on his shoulders, slapping down as those lean hips started moving, cock fucking his lips.

  Yeah. Oh God, yeah. Galen glanced up, meeting Shane’s eyes, watching them burn for him as he sucked. He tightened his lips and let Shane take what he needed.

  “Galen. Galen, fuck. I need.” Yeah. Yeah, he could see that. He so could. Shane was eating it up, belly jumping with each thrust.

  He flattened one hand on that sweet stomach, fingers stroking. He could just see a tattoo there. One he got to watch Shane get. He sucked harder, his eyes finally closing as he pulled on Shane’s prick with heavy suction.

  “Love….” Shane’s cock throbbed, swelled in his lips, seed just spilling, filling his mouth.

  That had him moaning, his own hips humping the air. Oh fuck. Yes. Shane tasted like everything good in his life, making the memory of Frank completely disappear.

  Shane didn’t even go soft, just kept shifting, moaning his name. Needing him. Christ.

  It took effort to let go and climb to his feet, but Galen ached, needing to feel Shane against him, needing something. Anything.

  Shane muscled him back toward the bed, groaning, pushing him. The backs of his knees hit the bed, and Galen tumbled down, pulling Shane on top of him. “Oh. Good.”

  “Uh-huh.” Shane rubbed a little, crawling up his body, ass rubbing Galen’s cock a minute before the tip pressed right against Shane’s hole.

  “Oh Christ. Shane. Darlin’….” He pushed up, knowing he should take more time, more care, but he needed in.

  “Yeah.” Shane lifted up, bore down and just fucking took him in with a groan. Galen grabbed Shane’s hips, pulling down, pushing up. Shane was tight, hot, perfect, squeezing him on every stroke.

  “Love.” Sweat beaded on Shane’s chest, rolling down the muscles.

  Nodding, he sat up to lick at the corner of Shane’s mouth, tasting, before he pressed his lips to Shane’s, taking a hard kiss. Yeah. Yeah.

  Shane grabbed his head, tongue pushing hard against his, fucking his lips like he was fucking that tight ass. They moved faster and faster, sweat running off their skin, both of them gasping for breath. God, yeah. He pushed harder, hips pumping up. Close. They were both fucking close—he could feel Shane around his cock, hear it in those deep, growled groans that pushed into his lips.

  Balls drawing up tight, Galen yanked Shane down on him, sinking so deep he might never recover. He shot hard, his head falling back, his mouth open on a harsh cry.

  He barely caught the hint of damp on his belly before he had the weight of Shane on him.

  “I got you, darlin’. Right here.” He murmured it into Shane’s neck, stroking that sweaty back.

  “Mmm-hmm. Love.” Shane sighed, then sank down on him, cuddling in.

  “You know it. Love you.” God, Shane had been all tooth and nail. For him. For them.

  Galen didn’t think he’d ever seen anything that made him more proud.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  MMM. THE bed smelled good.

  Like sex.

  Like them.

  Shane chuckled, rubbing his cheeks on the pillows, jonesing on the fact that Galen was all over them.

  Fuck, he was easier than advertised.

  He heard another soft chuckle, low and growly, and he knew that was Len, watching him, jonesing on him.

  “Mmm. Mornin’, Len.” He went to turn over, sit up.

  Wait.

  What?

  “I thought we’d have a little fun, darlin’.” One big hand slid down his back, cupping his ass. “Guess what I found when I was cleaning yesterday?”

  The cuffs. Obviously.

  “Man, you’re either getting better at that or I’m sleeping harder….”

  “I think you were half dead. All that hard work. Hard lovin’.” Oh, listen to that. He might not be able to see Galen, but he could hear the smile.

  “Hard lovin’.” He shifted, knees sliding under him so he could stretch. “I might remember that.”

  “Yeah? Still feeling it?” Those big hands moved him, turning him over on his back. His hands uncrossed, his arms stretching out and up.

  “Mmm-hmm.” He sort of jonesed on it, that ache and stretch and burn.

  “Love how you look like this.” Now he could see Len, all big and fuzzy and naked. It was a good look on the man.

  “Mutual admiration, huh? Look at you.” He reached for Len, forgetting about the cuffs a second.

  Oops.

  “Uh-huh. You look. I’ll lick.” Len kissed his mouth, licking at his bottom lip.

  “Mmm.” Licking. He was a fan. Hell, Len could do amazing things with that mouth.

  Laughing, making a soft burst of breath fan his mouth, Len bent and kissed his chin, then his throat before sucking hard. Making a mark. He arched, chin lifting as he let Galen have his way. Damn, that was fine, but when Galen’s teeth started scraping his skin? It was way better.

  The sharp sting when Len bit down over his Adam’s apple had him gasping, wiggling, trying to get closer.

  “Jesus. You. I. Galen.”

  “You, Shane. It’s all you.” That smile slid over his skin, finding the ball of his shoulder so Galen could bite down there too.

  It was electricity, sliding right down his spine, and his fucking balls drew up with it.

  Like he was sending a signal, Galen reached down, cupping his balls and rolling them. “Hot for me, darlin’?”

  “When have I not been?” He spread wider, thighs shaking some.

  “Never. I know it.” Len went to sucking up a mark on his chest after that, right beside his nipple. The fire inside him flared even higher, making him grunt.

  “Gonna make me lose my mind.” His nipples went tight, aching around the rings.

  “No. Just lose yourself for a bit….” That grin was pure evil. He got to see it for like, five seconds before Galen bent again, working his nipple rings.

  “I….” Fucking shit. He arched as Galen pulled, chest following those lips, the pressure just the hottest thing ever.

  “We need to get your chain….” Len was nipping, licking, working him like there was no tomorrow.

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” Jesus, that was hot. It started a ball of flame, right in the pit of his belly.

  “In fact….” That big body levered off of his, Galen bending to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table. “Woo! Here it is.”

  His abs went tight, drawing up his knees, his balls. Fuck, but he wanted. Then Len was back, his hands holding that glinting chain, moving to clip the ends to his nipple rings. The pull came immediately as the chain settled.

  “Galen!” He stretched up, almost sitting, eyes rolling like thrown dice. The pull at his ar
ms made him wince a little, but it wasn’t such a bad thing, remembering he was at Len’s mercy. Nope. Not such a bad thing at all, with one hand tugging at the chain, the other cupping around his cock.

  “Oh. Oh sweet fuck. Galen.” If the man stopped, he was going to commit murder.

  “You are.” Winking up at him a moment, Galen rubbed one thumb up the underside of his cock, pulling hard at the chain at the same time. “Very.”

  His thighs spread, knees drawn damn near up to his armpits, balls tight as they could be.

  “Uhn. Oh God. Look at you.” Len went a little wild, kissing him all over from his chest to his belly to the insides of his legs, where Galen bit hard at his thigh.

  “Please. Please. I fucking need so bad.” He couldn’t even fucking focus. All he could do was jerk and beg and want.

  “What do you want, darlin’? Want me in you?” Oh, like Len didn’t…. Jesus fuck. That mouth slid down between his legs, tongue licking behind his balls, right down to his hole. He might have screamed, he might have not—what he did know is that if he didn’t come soon, he’d lose what was left of his motherfucking mind.

  Galen didn’t waste too much time, though, licking at him, opening him up with both thumbs. The man drove him to the very edge, making him pant and beg and threaten, but Len finally moved up to settle that heavy cock right where that mouth had been.

  “Now. Now, Galen. I swear to God, I need it right now.” He was on fucking fire like he hadn’t been in months, maybe longer.

  “Right here, Shane.” Surging forward, Galen pushed into him, right where he needed it, inside him. The pressure pushed his hips back, pulling at his arms, making him moan.

  One thrust, two, and then that amazing prick slid against his gland, lighting him on fire. His eyes went wide, spunk pouring from him. Len cried out, dark eyes meeting his, and those muscled hips pumped once, maybe twice, before Len came for him. Hard.

  Shane was pretty sure his lips were moving, but there wasn’t anything sensible coming out.

  He thought he might be broken.

  Galen was shaking, sort of hovering over him, arm muscles quivering. “Need to untie you, babe.”

  “Uh-huh.” He just stared a little, watching Galen. “Love.”

  “Love you.” Smiling, Galen pressed a kiss to his lips, loving on him a moment before levering up to loosen the cuffs.

  He groaned as he brought his hands down. Ached. So good.

  Big hands closed over his wrists, massaging the soreness out so slow and sweet that it made him moan. Oh. God, Len knew how to make him feel right.

  “Jesus. You. This is. So good….” Fuck. Perfect.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  THE HOUSE was as secure as it was gonna get. The dogs were set with a buddy of theirs. They were packed. Galen grinned to himself, loading the last case into Shane’s new truck. Man, it seemed weird to be packing up and leaving again, but this time he was doing it right.

  “You all ready, darlin’?”

  “I. Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Shane still looked a little lost sometimes, like he couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t at the club.

  He knew Shane would probably go back and tend bar. Something. The man needed to work, and it was a social job, one that got Shane the kind of personal interaction and shit that he needed.

  But for now, they would wander.

  “Cool. Come on, honey. We’ll go play.” They’d decided on the mountains. Not Vermont, like they’d done on their one Christmas vacation. The big mountains. Colorado. They were gonna road trip it.

  He got a grin, a dark hickey right at the curve of Shane’s jaw. “Man, this is the longest vacation ever. We’re going to have a ball.”

  “Shit, yes. We’re going to eat and fuck our way across country.” Man, he could see that. Just him and Shane, naked at every opportunity.

  Shane hooted, hopping up into the cab. They had snacks, a cooler, music, and a kickass camera. They were ready.

  Galen eased out of the yard and hit the road, cranking the truck up and burning off, knowing Shane loved speed. He wanted to laugh. Wanted to hear more of Shane’s amazing chuckle.

  “You excited, Len? I’m ready. I dreamed about that cabin we rented. Looks like heaven. Just you and me.”

  “Yeah? Dreaming, huh? Yeah, I’m excited, darlin’. It has a hot tub.” They’d pored over all sorts of brochures, making sure they’d be a little isolated but have all the comforts.

  “And a grill. And a big old bed.” One hand landed on his thigh, Shane petting a little.

  “Uh-huh.” Oh, that had his foot dancing on the gas pedal, but Galen held it together, knowing it was early days on this road trip to be so distracted. “A great big one.”

  “Remember our last road trip? Thanksgiving with Momma?”

  “Oh good Lord. Yeah.” Man, they’d had some times. This one might prove to be the best. He patted Shane’s hand. “Remember how rubbery that Yankee cranberry thing was?”

  “That was foul. Your aunt makes the best biscuits, though.” They headed north, easing onto the highway. They hadn’t just talked in forever. It was weird. Cool, but weird.

  “Yeah, but did I ever tell you about the time she put in cream of tartar instead of baking powder?” They laughed and chatted, and before Galen really blinked, they were two hours down the road and needing to stop.

  Shane looked fucking amazing—T-shirt and jeans, skin tanned nut-brown, little bite marks visible every little bit.

  All he could do was jones on that, watch Shane boogie on into the convenience store while he got gas. God, that man made him happy.

  He headed in to do his business, and Shane was at the counter, talking to a couple girls, a cook, and a big burly truck driver. Jesus, Shane’d never met a stranger.

  Galen grinned and headed for the bathroom, then came out to grab a Goo Goo Cluster and put it on the counter. “You all set?”

  “Yep.” Oh good Lord. Peach rings. Red Bull. A bobblehead alligator and a ball cap that said “Hell, Yeah.”

  Someone was having a grand time. Galen added a shot glass to the mix, knowing he could get Shane to do some private bartending soon. He got this grin that just made his belly tight—happy and sexy and pure fucking fun.

  How the hell had he let himself miss that?

  They got back to the truck, and Galen had to take a kiss. Just a little one, where no one would see.

  “Mmm. Hey.” Shane grinned against his lips, nose brushing his. “Northward-ho, huh?”

  “You know it.” He cupped the back of Shane’s head, holding him there for another kiss. Yeah. That was what he needed.

  “Thank you.” The words were damn near moaned.

  “You’re welcome, darlin’. We should hit the road. Get to the hotel so we can….” Well. Yeah. Hoo, yeah.

  “I’m all about that.” Shane blushed, eyes flicking to the back of the truck.

  “Shane…. Oh, darlin’. There’s too much crap back there.” Man, they should have stayed in the bathroom. Except that was kinda nasty.

  “I know. I….” Shane cupped his cock, just a second. “I brought a bag of our…. Uh. Stuff. It’s back there for us.”

  “No shit?” Jesus, he was gonna batter his way out of his jeans with his cock. Just like that. He pushed into Shane, missing the pressure of that hand already. “Need you.”

  “Uh-huh. The straps. A plug. Stuff.” Shane was hot as a two-dollar pistol.

  Galen almost killed them both taking another kiss, his elbow hitting the horn about the time Shane’s tailbone hit the gearshift. They both jerked back, then started hooting, the cab of the truck filling up with the sounds.

  Clapping his hat back on his head, Galen patted Shane’s thigh, right up near his cock. “Save that for me, darlin’.”

  “For the rest of time, man.”

  That was enough for him. Just to know that.

  It was getting better every fucking day.

  THEY HAULED the suitcases into the hotel room, both of them bumping shoulders and
chuckling.

  Shit, that kid who had checked them in looked about three-quarters stoned and smelled.

  Well.

  Damn.

  “Shit, Len, we should’ve asked about where to order pizza.” Shane got the fan blowing, looked out the window. Dude. Brick.

  “We got the phone book. And the hotel doolie usually has a few suggestions.” Hell, their room key had a Pizza Hut on it.

  “I was making a stoner joke, dork.”

  “Oh.” Len kinda looked at him, head tilted just like Goob’s did.

  He rolled his eyes, grinned. “Man, you missed all the fun part of being high.”

  “Probably.” Shrugging, Len opened one of the suitcases and pulled out their bathing suits. “I never did things halfway, you know?”

  He nodded, chewed his bottom lip a little. “That’s okay. I never do things better than half-assed. It has to have a good side. You want me to grab some towels?”

  “Huh?” Those sloe eyes met his, and Galen grinned, relaxing. “No. I want you to come here and kiss me.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Better. He could so do that. He headed over, pushed into Galen’s arms with a soft sigh.

  “Oh, good.” Galen bent, lips finding his, hot tongue slipping out to run along his mouth.

  Oh man. He’d been wanting this all fucking day. He got one arm around Galen’s neck, hanging on, his free hand sliding up that hard belly.

  “Been thinking of this ever since that first truck stop,” Galen said, lips sliding down his throat.

  “Yeah. I had a serious hard-on for you.” Still did. Prob’ly always would.

  “Same here. If we’d had the room….” Len kissed him again, teeth stinging his lower lip.

  “This…. Damn. This is better. This is private.” He reached down, rubbing Len’s prick through the old, soft jeans.

  “Uhn. Yeah. Just us….” Len smiled that pirate smile, rubbing against his hand. Those long legs spread, bracing Len’s big body.

  “You smell good.” He leaned a little, cheek rubbing on Galen’s chest. “I could eat you up.”