Hurricane

by BA Tortuga

  “Shane.” Galen bit his lower lip. “No frowning.”

  “I’m not.” Was he?

  “You were.” Len spread his legs wider, pulling them up over those shoulders.

  “Oh fuck.” He spread, his toes curled.

  “Better. Just need the slick.” Galen leaned off to get the lube, stretching his thighs until they screamed. Fuck a duck sideways, he hadn’t felt that in a while. His heels drummed on Galen’s back when they returned to upright, and Len didn’t let him slow down a bit.

  “Need you. Come on.” He rolled, rubbing, making a clear offer.

  “God, darlin’. So hot.” Galen gave him two wet fingers sliding right into his hole.

  His body clenched, the pressure immediate and welcome. Perfect. Len was perfect. Amazing. “Miss you.”

  “Yes. I want inside, darlin’.”

  “All the way. Deep and hard.”

  “Now.” Pulling those long fingers out, Galen pushed up against him, cock poking at him, demanding.

  He pushed right on back, bore down, took that sweet cock in. Shane felt the burn deep; it had been too damned long. The sting made him breathe hard, made him rock back and forth.

  Galen groaned. “Look at you.”

  Why on earth would he do that? Galen was right there. Broad shoulders, fuzzy chest, ripped abs—Galen was a feast for the eyes.

  He reached up, fingers dragging on Galen’s skin. Touching felt so good. The closeness… yeah, he’d been too busy too long. He stroked Galen’s nipple ring, making the flesh go hard for him.

  “Shane. Darlin’. Tight.” Galen grimaced, but it was all pleasure.

  “Uh-huh. So good.”

  “Fucking love this.” Galen moved, hips rocking, that cock thrusting deep inside him.

  Which was handy, because Shane needed it.

  They moved together like a well-oiled machine, their skin slapping hard enough to make a heck of a racket. The bedsprings were screaming, the headboard whacking the wall. He loved that sound, loved how good they were when they got their shit together and stopped thinking. Thinking never got them anywhere.

  “Soon.” He reached between them, grabbed his prick and started jacking, sending them both higher.

  “Yeah, darlin’. Soon. Fuck, you make me crazy.” Len worked harder, hips like a piston.

  Those hard muscles clenched, abs rippling. Fuck. Galen was like a fucking god, all sinew and flesh, sweat and musk.

  He could worship at this altar forever, yessir.

  “Now, Shane. Can’t hold it.” Galen smacked into him, hips grinding.

  He worked the tip of his cock hard, making himself bear down. He bit his lip as he shot.

  “Fuck!” Galen came for him, deep inside, filling him up.

  Yeah. Yeah, better. That almost got his headache to back off.

  Almost.

  Galen flopped down on him, easing his legs down on the bed. “Oh damn, darlin’.”

  “Uh-huh.” His muscles were jerking and jumping. Crazy.

  “Love you, darlin’.”

  “Love.” He nuzzled Galen’s jaw, so happy. He hadn’t felt this good in months.

  “Mmm.” Galen got heavy on him, weighing him down. “Rest, darlin’.”

  It was still early, but Len was sound asleep.

  It was probably for the best, really. He had work to do, and he knew it.

  At least now he could do it in a good mood.

  WHEN GALEN woke up, he felt great. Loose in his skin, happy, his body thrumming with good feelings. He cracked an eye open to look at the clock—10:00 p.m. Woo. When he reached for Shane, though, the man was gone.

  He knew Shane would be here somewhere—the man didn’t have his Jeep, and Galen had hidden the keys to his truck. Still, he’d seen Shane’s eyes. The man should be asleep.

  Galen grumbled, climbing out of bed to pee and wash up before hunting his suddenly very busy lover. Shane the bar magnate.

  It didn’t bother him, really, except that Shane seemed so unhappy, so tired.

  Maybe he needed to take a firmer hand.

  “… some reds, man. I’m worn out. Yeah. Yeah, I ran the numbers. That’s good.” Shane barked out a laugh that didn’t sound like him at all. “You know I don’t do computers. I did it with the adding machine like a real boy.”

  Reds? Oh no. Galen had this knee-jerk thing about drugs. He didn’t think they were immoral or anything. He just didn’t think he or Shane needed them.

  “No. No. I’m cool. Just tired, and I don’t have but a couple days’ worth left. Yeah, I know. I know. I need to replace Kitty if she can’t do her job, but she’s got kids and she cries. No, man, I can’t come out tonight. I got a bitch of a headache, and I can’t see well enough to drive. I’ll just work ’til Len wakes up and then maybe get something to eat.”

  Galen frowned harder. He thought maybe Shane needed a vacation. Like a real one. And a general manager.

  Hell, how had Shane gotten in this deep, working this hard? His laughing, relaxed lover?

  He guessed it was easier than he’d thought, if Shane could get so wrapped up in it. Oh, that wasn’t fair. Shane had proven a damned good businessman.

  He waited until Shane clicked off the phone before wandering into the office.

  Shane gave him a tired smile. “Good nap?”

  “Been better if you were there.”

  “I had shit to do. I wanted to.”

  “Mmm. I think you need to take some time off.” He moved close, pulled Shane up out of his chair. His lover needed some time off, a long nap, and about thirty orgasms.

  Maybe to be tied to the bed.

  Oh, he liked that idea. Shane naked and spread, riding a dildo, hard for him. Unable to get away. No phone, no worries, just feeling.

  Just feeling him.

  He kissed Shane’s neck, holding the man right up against him, waiting to make his move.

  Shane hummed, chin lifting. “Oh, that’s good.”

  Shane’s phone started ringing.

  When Shane reached for it, Galen picked it up and tossed it across the room. “No.”

  “No?”

  He might be making it up, but it looked like relief on Shane’s face.

  “No, darlin’. This is our night.” He lifted Shane right off the floor, tickled he could still bench press the man.

  “Careful now.” Shane gasped, the sound tickling his lips.

  “Nope. Careful time is over.” He was going to love Shane into a puddle.

  Then they were going to have a talk. Seriously. About Shane hiring a competent manager. About reds. About remembering what was important.

  He dropped Shane back on the bed, feeling some serious déjà vu.

  “Weren’t you just here?”

  “Uh-huh. So were you.” He needed to find some ties.

  “You noticed.” Shane sat up, belly rippling over the thin sweats.

  “I did. No moving.” He went to the closet. Shit, when had it gotten where Shane had ties and he didn’t? “You have suits.”

  “I know. It sucks. I hate them.”

  “Then we should feed them to Vic.” They still teased about their resident alligator, even if they hadn’t seen him in over a year.

  “They would give him a bellyache, Len.”

  “They sure give me one.” Galen came back to bed with four ties in his hands. Time to up the ante.

  “Those are my ties.” Shane reached for one, the silk sliding through his fingers.

  “Uh-huh. I can use them, though.” He watched, waiting for the moment that Shane figured it out.

  He saw it first in the dull flush that clawed its way up Shane’s belly, those pretty nipples going rock-hard.

  “Yeah, darlin’. Gonna make you crazy.”

  “Something’s got into you, Len. Something hungry.”

  Galen nodded. “I get it. How too much work makes us dull boys.”

  Too much work, not enough sunshine and water and wild monkey sex. Shane needed that stuff. Was made for it. His ha
ppy lover wasn’t made to wear suits and ties.

  Losing his brother a few years ago had altered something in Shane, bruised something deep. Like the “good” one was gone, and now that Shane had contact with his nephew, he had all this new pressure. It was time to start healing that. Maybe they’d go to the islands somewhere, somewhere quiet and slow.

  The thought made him smile, made him hum as he wrapped a green tie around Shane’s wrist. Water, sand, sun, hours in bed…. He could so do that. Galen tied Shane’s hand to the bedpost.

  “Perv.”

  Uh-huh. Shane’s body was tight, eyes laughing at him. Someone protested too much.

  “I like you at my mercy, darlin’.” He got Shane’s other hand tied up before pulling off the man’s sweats.

  Shane’s cock was mostly hard, resting on one muscled thigh. Galen yanked the sweats away and bent to lick at it. Shane’s legs drew up, a wild cry on the air. Oh, very good. That was pure abandon.

  He nuzzled in, inhaling deep, filling himself with Shane’s musk. Fuck, he loved that smell. He could just stay there, but Shane’s heels dug into his back, reminding him he was making the man helpless. Right. Ties. Ankles. Spread wide.

  Focus, man.

  He slid back, grabbing one ankle.

  “Len… where are you going?”

  “Tying your feet, darlin’. I want you immobile.” He wanted Shane thinking of him. Only him.

  “Oh.” Shane’s cock slapped that flat belly, proving his interest.

  “Uh-huh. Oh.” He tied one leg out, ankle against the wood.

  Shane curled his toes, calf muscle tightening. Galen would guarantee the man wasn’t thinking about anyone but him.

  Perfect.

  He secured the other foot, sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork.

  Jesus, look at that man. Compact, lean, not an ounce of fat on him—Shane was a sun-soaked fantasy come to life. Galen grinned, contemplating where to start.

  His fingers looped casually around Shane’s ankles, the man’s skin warm against his palms. He watched Shane’s muscles tense up, one after the other, all the way up to the hips.

  Fuck, that was pretty. “Do that again.”

  “Do what?”

  Galen squeezed, and Shane tensed. “That.”

  “Okay.” Those muscles rippled and tightened for him, making his mouth dry.

  Fuck. Galen tried to swallow, but there was a hell of a lump in his throat.

  He let his hands move north, tracing Shane’s legs, feeling them. Every muscle quivered for him, and he dug his thumbs into Shane’s calves, massaging.

  “Oh Jesus.” Shane arched, heels digging into the mattress.

  “Love your skin, darlin’. You were made for me to touch.”

  “I was.” Well, that was easy.

  Galen just laughed, pushing his hands up Shane’s thighs. Warm. Fuzzy.

  He leaned in, nuzzled Shane’s cock, tracing the big, throbbing vein with his nose. The scent there, oh, it was rich, hot, musky. He could so smell where Shane had come earlier.

  Christ, this was an addiction. He let his tongue drag up along Shane’s prick, gathering that salty bitterness. He loved that flavor, loved how the motion made Shane dance on the sheets.

  “Smells like rain.” Shane arched, tugging on the ties, toes curling.

  “Mmm-hmm. We’re gonna miss it. You’re gonna be here.” He licked again, swirling his tongue around the head.

  “Fuck!” Shane went all tight, straining to push into his lips.

  “Shh.” He blew air on that tight, hot skin.

  “Galen. Galen, love. Damn.”

  “That’s it, darlin’. Just you and me.” He moved to one side, nipping at Shane’s hip bone.

  “Uh-huh.” The tanned skin marked so prettily, a little purple bruise popping up. He sucked at the mark, making it deeper.

  He wanted to be able to see it through those gauzy loose pants Shane wore around the house. Maybe one more bite….

  He groaned, let his teeth sink in a little, letting Shane feel it.

  Shane shouted, body almost lifting up off the bed.

  Oh hell yes. How much fun was this? He let his chin graze that hard cock.

  “Stubbly!” Shane felt that.

  “Too much?” He knew better. Shane wanted more.

  Shane shook his head. “Not too much.”

  “Good.” He sucked at the tip of Shane’s cock for just a few seconds.

  A string of curse words filled the air, Shane growling at him. He chuckled, which just made that poor skin vibrate against his lips. His impatient lover. His needy man.

  Sexy son of a bitch.

  Galen finally gave in and sucked Shane’s dick in deep, letting his tongue run down the underside. The heavy shaft jerked, twitched on his tongue, Shane primed for it. Galen breathed deep through his nose and went all the way down, sucking as hard as he could.

  His lover humped like a naughty puppy, fucking his lips, grunting and calling out for him. Shane was totally focused, pulling at the restraints. Galen wanted more.

  Galen wanted fucking everything.

  He pushed two fingers in Shane’s ass, loving how his lover gripped him. Hot, tight—Shane was so ready for him. God, that was enough to make his balls hurt.

  Shane’s eyes were squeezed closed, lips open, focused on his touches. That flat belly was flushed deep red, the pierced nipples hard as little rocks.

  God, he should have put the chain on. He could have tugged it. Maybe a little later in the night….

  “Galen.” Shane’s arms tensed, fingers curling up.

  “Mmm.” He hummed, sucking, licking, just really going to town, and Shane was with him, pushing up and rocking into his mouth, over and over.

  He worked that fine ass too, his fingers pushing in and out.

  When he hit Shane’s gland, a sharp, happy cry filled the air. That was the ticket. Now he just needed to get in there with his cock and hit it over and over.

  “Galen! Galen, hurry. I need, man. Please.”

  “I got you, darlin’.” He popped off that sweet cock and sat up on his knees, ready to slick up.

  “Hurry.” Shane watched him, hips bucking restlessly. “Come on.”

  “Shh. No topping from the bottom, Shane. That’s why you’re tied up.”

  “You keep talking and not fucking me.”

  He laughed out loud but dutifully grabbed the lube. He could always last longer the second time in a night, but even he was getting impatient.

  “Jesus, man, you’re the most beautiful son of a bitch.”

  Galen slowed down a little, flexing as he opened the lube. “Damned glad you think so.”

  “Know so. I’m so fucking lucky.”

  “Love you.” He got his cock slicked up, got set to slide into Shane’s hole.

  “I know.” Shane was damn near holding his breath.

  “Breathe, darlin’. Just breathe.” He’d never get inside if Shane didn’t relax.

  “Trying. I want you, Len.”

  “I want you too, Shane. All the time.”

  And that was it, wasn’t it? He wanted Shane all the time, and Shane didn’t have any time. Shane was always frickin’ busy.

  “Would you stop thinking so hard and fuck me?”

  “Yes.” He laughed. That was more like old times, Shane accusing him of overthinking everything.

  “Thank God. Come on.” That smile lit the room up.

  “God, you’re something.” He held those lean hips in his hands and pushed inside that tiny hole.

  “You’re something. Love how this feels.”

  “Me too.” He gritted his teeth and pushed his hips forward, then back. He felt that heat surround his cock, inch by inch. His balls drew up so tight he moaned. “Damn, darlin’, you feel like heaven.”

  “I do. Harder.”

  “Fuck.” That was what they were doing. Fucking. It was amazing.

  His thighs slapped against Shane’s ass as he drove in, over and over. The sound ma
de him a little crazy, erotic as it was. He gave it up, fucking Shane furiously, driving them both as hard as he could.

  All he could do was rock back and forth, his belly tight, his breath heaving in his chest.

  The bed groaned and creaked, Shane pulling hard at the ties. That made every muscle in Shane’s torso stand out. Shit, Galen was a lucky bastard. This was his.

  He reached up with one hand, tugging at Shane’s nipple, and Shane’s ass clenched around his prick like a motherfucking fist. He should have gotten the goddamned chain, really. Like really. He would next time. Which would be soon.

  He tugged again, twisted that tiny ring.

  Shane cried out, shaking, cock bouncing against the flat belly. The sound it made was almost a slap, and it made Shane cry out, shoot.

  Look at that. Galen watched every moment of that orgasm, not wanting it to end. Until his started, that was.

  Shane’s body worked him, like that sweet hole needed his pleasure. Galen came so hard his teeth rattled, his pleasure shorting out his brain.

  Oh fuck. Better. So much better.

  “Mine,” Galen murmured, resting down against Shane.

  “You know it.” Shane made a totally satisfied sound.

  Galen let himself relax again, secure in the knowledge that Shane was tied down.

  Lights flared in the bedroom window, a car pulling into the drive. He lifted his head, staring. “Are we expecting someone?”

  “I’m sure as shit not. Untie me, man.”

  “Yeah.” Damn it. He pulled back and untied Shane’s hands. Shane could get his own feet while Galen got them clothes.

  He had his jeans on when the knock came to the door. He hoped to God nothing was wrong with his mom. She would just call, right? The house phone was still on.

  “Shane? Shane, man? I need you to come to the club, man. Kitty’s walked out.”

  “What?” Shane came up behind Galen, reaching past him to open up. “Andy?”

  “Kitty’s walked out. I tried to call. We need you, man. You have to fix this.”

  Shane sighed. “Okay. Okay, give me five minutes and you can take me out there. My ride is in town.”

  “Seriously?” Galen hated that he sounded so petulant. He knew Shane had to go if a manager walked out, but damn, they’d been having a good night.

  “I’m sorry. What else am I supposed to do?” Shane sounded fucking furious.