by BA Tortuga
“You got it.” He whistled up the dogs. “If Vic comes back, there’s a whole freezer of chickens.”
“The alligator? It’s real?”
“Yep.” Oh, look at that. Wade got all pale. Galen had to laugh a little.
“Hey, I’m from Texas, man. Central Texas. Not here.”
“Uh-huh. Well, at least you don’t have to worry about him eating the dogs.”
“No. You have to worry about using them as shark bait.”
He chuckled, patted Wade on the shoulder as he walked by. “True. But you will have custody of my couch.”
“And you’ll have to promise not to break my bed.”
“I can promise to fix it if we do.” He was smiling, really smiling, for the first time in weeks. God, this was going to be fun. And good for them.
“Take your own lube.”
“I’ll get all that on the way to the boat, man.” Galen took Wade on the tour of the house, glad he’d just had Jada in to clean.
Wade helped gather the pups’ bowls and food while he grabbed electronics and clothes and Shane’s favorite dildo. He felt ten years younger and a hundred pounds lighter.
This might just work. And if it didn’t, well, it was a start.
MOVEMENT WOKE him, Shane’s eyes popping open as the wind blew over his face.
Fuck. Fuck, okay. Wake up. Focus.
Where the fuck was he? He couldn’t even remember lying down. Not a bit. Wade. He’d gone to see Wade.
He looked out at the marina, stunned to see that it was not only dark, but that there were no lights, no boats. Just dark. Had the power gone out? Where was everyone?
“Hey, darlin’. You slept hard.”
“Galen!” Oh, thank God. He surged up, reaching out. “Oh fuck. I was scared.”
“I got you.” Galen took his hand, coming to sit next to him. “I was looking into supper.”
“Are…. This is Wade’s boat. Are we going somewhere with him?”
“No. We kind of hijacked his crew. With his permission.” Galen held his hand, and he heard the scrabbling of dog paws on the deck.
“Wait. What?” He opened his arms when he saw paws and ears and tails launching at him.
He got a chorus of barks and a flurry of licks. A blond head popped up from the galley, a man he didn’t know glancing at the dogs, then going back under.
“We’re cruising. Heading for the Bahamas first.”
“We’re what? The Bahamas? Can you drive a big boat?” Somehow he’d missed a conversation.
“I can, but I don’t have to. I told you, we borrowed the crew. Wade has two backups in case he wants to sleep or go ashore.”
“Why did we borrow the boat, Galen? I don’t remember talking about borrowing it….”
“Wade talked me into it.” Len pushed the dogs away, pulling him up on Galen’s lap. “Said he’d always wanted to try running a bar.”
“A bar.” Oh God. The bars. He hadn’t told anyone he wouldn’t be checking in today, and if they didn’t get back to the marina tonight, he couldn’t do deposits.
“Shh.” Galen kissed his temple. “Wade and Dylan are on it.”
Galen didn’t sound worried, not at all, just relaxed and easy in his skin, and that backed the worry off. Shane didn’t know what to think, but he knew he trusted Galen.
He wasn’t sure what Galen was thinking, but the man smiled like Shane had done something stunning and kissed him like Sharktopus was going to get the boat. It was hot as hell, and made sure he didn’t think about anything else.
One hand was wrapped around the back of his head, fingers digging in and holding him still. Galen was so fucking strong, so demanding. It felt like they were back in New Orleans, right after he got pierced the first time. His body burned, and he cried out when Galen found his rings, tugged one, hard.
His cock jumped, his body jerking. He panted, his need ramping up so hard.
“Good.” Galen smiled and tugged again, then pulled him into another fiery kiss.
Good didn’t even begin to describe it. This was like the sun licking at his skin, making him twist.
Galen tugged him up, lips wrapping around his nipple, teeth just sharp enough to make him sob. “Please.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Galen licked and bit, pulled and pushed. The man was like a demon or something.
His entire focus was on the ache, the sting, and Shane was fucking lost, hands in Galen’s hair so he didn’t fly away. He wrapped his legs around Galen and tugged the man closer, and Galen rewarded him by sucking up a bruise right next to his nipple.
“Don’t stop.” The wind was picking up, and he could smell the salt. It was fucking magic. Almost like watching a storm from the coast. “Galen, please. Don’t let it stop.”
“No, darlin’. Not stopping.” Len was on fire, nipping at him all over, leaving marks.
His skin ached, and he went with it, trusting Galen’s arms to hold him as he writhed. Better than dancing. Better than anything, his Len. The man pushed lower, licking at his belly.
He sat tall, giving that wet heat as much skin as Galen wanted. All he had to do was lift up and Galen’s mouth found the tip of his cock.
“Yes.” He loved that mouth with every fiber of his being. He wanted it, wanted to feel it all the way down to the root of his cock.
The boat was rocking, and he was holding on to his sanity by the skin of his teeth. He scrabbled at Len’s shoulders, trying to get more, to get Galen to suck him.
“Greedy boy.” Galen jerked him up higher, and he fucking dangled.
“Don’t drop me!”
“No, darlin’. I got you.” Len’s muscles never even shook. That mouth closed around him, tongue flicking against the head.
A string of filthy words escaped him, his hips rolling, pushing into that heat. Galen had the best mouth ever, and the man could do obscene things. His balls pulled up. He sobbed and arched, humping restlessly as he emptied himself, pouring his soul into Galen’s lips.
Galen popped off his cock when he was done, pulling him down for a kiss that rocked him to his toes. He dove right in, his entire body buzzing with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Hard, hot, Len’s cock pushed at him through the swim trunks his lover still wore.
Oh. Oh, that was his. Every inch.
He tugged at the drawstring, pushed at the waistband.
Len lifted up to help get them off, chest heaving. “Help me, darlin’.”
“Anything.” Everything. He wrapped both hands around Galen’s cock, pulling hard and fast, just like Galen liked it. He knew all the sensitive spots, knew every place that made Len shiver and moan. Shane found them all, every one, stroking and caressing.
Galen growled, fingers gripping him hard enough to bruise. That was good; Shane loved the tiny bright flare of pain.
He used his thumbs, working the tip good and hard, making Galen feel it. He could tell how happy that made Len, could feel the tremor in those strong muscles.
“Gonna ride you, later, when you can last and last.”
“Uh-huh. Want that. Let you get up on me, watch your belly, your cock.”
Fuck, nothing was better than Galen’s laser focus on him. “All night long. I swear.”
“I can deal with that, darlin’. I need you so bad.”
“Here.” He slipped down, wrapping his lips around the tip of Galen’s cock. Too much talking. If he talked, he would get to thinking.
That was bad. So he sucked and Len called out to him and petted him and loved on him so good.
“Gonna tear you up, darlin’. Gonna make you scream for me, like the first time.”
He smiled. That first time had damn near killed him. He’d never wanted anyone else like that again, only Len. Always Galen.
Galen’s hand landed on the small of his back, hips working, pushing up faster, cock spreading his lips. He could taste the salt and bitter of Galen’s precome, drops of it on his tongue.
He pushed at the man’s heavy ball sac, rolling, demandin
g that Galen give it up.
“Fuck!” Len came for him like a piano lid slamming, bang. Hot, wet seed filled his mouth. He swallowed, over and over, pulling Galen in.
“God, Shane. I needed that.” Galen was laughing, breathless, joyful.
“Uh-huh.” He kissed the tip of Galen’s cock, the flat belly, the curve of his ribs. The way Galen’s belly sucked in made him chuckle. Vain man.
He nibbled a little bit before ending up in Galen’s lap. He had questions, he did, but more than that, he wanted more of that need. More of Galen wild for him, happy and free.
“Hey, you.” Galen kissed him, trading their flavors back and forth.
“Hey.” Kiss me, Len. Let me not worry for a little longer.
It worked. Galen never let up on him, stroking his back, his hips.
Those fingers pressed against him, leaving bruises behind them that ached, so good. He loved it when Len was so lost in it that he forgot how fucking strong he was. He bit Galen’s shoulder, throat, leaving marks of his own.
“Fuck, yes.” Len’s muscles jumped for him.
“Mine.” He sucked up a dark mark, wanting Galen to feel it in his bones.
“Yours, darlin’. Always yours.”
That had been the one constant all these years, and Shane was grateful. Proud of that.
He pinched one nipple, touched the tattoo that matched his, petting. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the connection, of Galen’s skin. He wiggled, rubbed, cock making an amazing comeback.
Shane grinned. God, a twofer. When was the last time he’d had one without a nap? He rubbed, and Len started to come back up too.
“We’re going to fuck now?” He could ride, right here.
“Hell, yes. Get up here, Shane, and I’ll get you wet.” Len yanked him up again so he was kneeling over Galen’s thighs.
God, he was flying, shivering, he was so excited. His body was ready, but Len made things even better by slicking up two fingers and pushing them into Shane’s hole.
Galen had lube, right there, on Wade’s boat. If he thought about that too much, he’d crack up, so he just swallowed his chuckles. Galen rumbled softly, fingers pushing deep enough his toes curled. “Focus, darlin’.”
“Here. I’m here.” Right here.
“That’s it. Ride my hand.” Len pushed in, pulled out, really giving him a stretch.
“Uhn.” His shoulders climbed up around his ears at the burn of it, the twinge.
“So pretty.” Galen held him up with the other arm, giving him purchase.
“More.” Three fingers made his ass burn.
“Yeah.” Galen gave him everything he asked for, sliding three fingers in, his hole spreading hard.
“Fuck. Fuck!” He was going out of his fucking mind. Galen was just going to make him explode.
Galen’s laugh tickled all through him. “There’s my Shane.”
“Right here.”
“Damn straight. Ready for me, darlin’?”
“Always. Always.” Forever. Also, now was good. He pushed up as far as he could, letting those fingers slide free so he could take Galen’s cock, which was hard and ready for him.
He reached down, grabbed Galen’s prick and rubbed it over his hole.
“Uhn.” Len arched beneath him, pushing up, sliding in a tiny bit.
“Uh-huh.” Just like that. He took more, sinking down.
“That’s it, Shane. Jesus, you’re hot. Tight. Still so tight.”
He squeezed, wanting Galen crazy for it. His muscles clamped down, and Len grunted, cock pushing up and up.
“Harder.” He arched, grinding down.
“How hard, darlin’? Like this?” Len slammed up into him, hips punching like mad.
“Galen!” He bit his tongue, it was so good.
“Kiss me.” Len took his mouth and took his ass, really giving it to him.
He grabbed his cock, yanking furiously, pulling himself toward the edge. Len’s big hand wrapped around his, helping him out. Oh, that was what he wanted, just that. Just there. Hard, fast, full of Galen. Shane gritted his teeth. Yeah. More.
“Hot little motherfucker. Come on my cock, Shane.” Galen popped his ass hard, and that was all she wrote, spunk spraying from him.
Len grunted, spilling right into him in return, hot and wet, letting him know his lover was right there with him.
Oh. Wow.
Also, yay.
Shane cuddled in, humming as the cool night air blew across his spine. They rested, Len sort of toppling them over and stretching out.
There would be questions. Lots of them. Possibly grumping. Tomorrow.
For now, they could just hang out in the salt air and hold each other. With the dogs, who clambered up on the bunk with them.
It was weird as fuck, but it worked for him.
GALEN HUMMED, rubbing sunscreen into Shane’s skin. Shane had slept for eight hours, and Galen had moved them belowdecks, then back up. Maybe it was time to wake Shane up for lunch. Supper? Breakfast?
Hell, he had no idea what time, or day, it was.
It was perfect. Shane hadn’t even asked about the bars, or Wade, or anything. The man had fucked and slept, one hand always touching him.
Galen owed Wade big-time, and it didn’t even chafe him a tiny bit. He hadn’t been this happy in years.
He trailed his fingers down Shane’s ass, his lover chuckling softly.
Wade’s crew was incredibly discreet. They all disappeared at the right times, taking the dogs with them. He and Shane were alone.
“Good morning, Galen.” Shane turned to kiss him, lips like fire on his shoulder. “You smell like sex. So good.”
“Mornin’, darlin’. I smell coffee and cinnamon rolls too.”
“Coffee.” Shane smiled for him, stretched. “Sun feels good.”
“It does. You should have seen Mookie swimming.”
“He went in the ocean?” Shane sat up, looked around. “Galen, there’s just water, everywhere.”
“It’s okay, darlin’. Wade’s steward, Jon? He went with him, and he was wearing a floatie.”
“But… Galen, what are we doing out here?” Shane leaned and poured coffee, then handed him a mug.
He sipped at it, not really to give himself time to think, but just because it was Jamaican brew and deserved to be appreciated. “We’re here to get away from it all, Shane,” he finally said.
“Oh. For how long?”
“I don’t know. We have the boat as long as we want it. We dock in Nassau tomorrow.” He loved Nassau, so friendly and bright.
“Nassau? I love Nassau.” Again, Shane didn’t ask about the bars. Not a bit.
That was okay with him. He’d managed to check his email yesterday, and Wade was having the time of his life.
Shane looked better already, lazy and happy, like a lizard in the sun. Galen had to pet that sweet belly.
“Len. So warm.” God, look at that smile.
“Love your skin.” He so did. Loved every scar and mark.
“We’re basking.” Shane wasn’t complaining.
“We are. That’s what the deck of a boat is for.” The dogs came running up, shaking water all over them.
Shane hooted, laughing and reaching for the pups. They were beside themselves, having Shane’s attention, Shane’s joy. He totally got that. Galen was pretty stoked about that too. If he had his way, they’d stay on the boat for a year.
Hell, maybe they would. Just loving on each other and being together in the sun. It was an idea. They’d rent a place on land every few weeks, let the dogs run amok.
Shane would get nice and brown, and the smile lines would come back. They would explore crazy little towns and swim.
Another cup of coffee was handed to him. Then he had an armful of lover again, that tight little ass snuggling right into him. That was enough to make him hum, to make the crew on deck disappear.
Okay, the whole crew thing was amazing.
Truly.
He hugged Shane to him, k
issing the back of Shane’s neck. “Pretty day.”
“Perfect. It’s like a dream.”
“Is it weird?” He didn’t think so, but he didn’t want Shane to be wigged out.
“Weird? It’s magic. I haven’t felt so good since Colorado.”
“Oh, good.” He kissed Shane’s shoulder, licking at the sweat. Colorado had been a long time ago. A damn long time ago.
“Do you think it’s okay, Len? To just float away like this?”
“If I hadn’t made a plan, I’d be worried, but Wade is having a ball running the business, darlin’. We owe him one.”
That and Dylan needed a raise, but Wade had said he’d deal with that.
“I don’t get it. I hate it, running them.”
“Well, then, you don’t have to anymore.” God, he wished he’d known that. Oh, he knew Shane hated the stress, but if he’d known how much his lover really despised the whole bar-mogul thing, he would have sold those clubs in a hot minute.
“No? You promise?” Shane searched his eyes for God knew what.
“I swear. They’re gone.” He meant it too. They were set for retirement, really. No more bars.
“Okay. Okay, cool.” Shane’s smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds, and there weren’t any clouds out here.
That smile was worth any effort. Anything. He kissed it, turning Shane to face him all the way.
Shane’s cock nudged his belly, hands wrapped around his shoulders. That was far better than chatting about bars. Far better.
His hand cupped Shane’s head, the soft short hair tickling his palm. All they had to do today was luxuriate in each other’s company.
Then tomorrow, all they had to do was go play in Nassau, drink and goof off.
Life was pretty damned good.
SHANE WAS bouncing at the bottom of the best margarita he’d tasted in days. There was a beautiful man dancing in the corner, black skin shining in the sun, his drummers giving him a beat. It was hot as hell.
Almost as hot as Galen.
Shane glanced at his lover, who wore loose white pants and a tight gray T-shirt, skin tanned and smooth, gimme cap not hiding those dark eyes a bit. No, nothing was as fine as that.
They’d wandered and shopped, goofed off and played. And now there was tequila. And seafood on the way. Fried. With hot bread on the side. Nassau had the best food, sort of like a cross between New Orleans and Florida.
