by BA Tortuga
“Oh, fuck.” Rory’s eyes were burning, looking hard, one hand working that fat prick.
“Don’t you go off without me.” He snapped it out, and Rory jumped, letting go of his cock. Oh, Jesus. That was... To know that Rory would take his orders like that made him moan, his balls pulling. “Get the lube, man. Start getting ready for me.”
Rory nodded, belly flushing a dark red. So fucking hot. And his, damn it.
His.
Rory grabbed the lube, slicked up those callused fingers, and then pressed two in that tight little ring of muscle. JW watched, hands on his shorts while he forgot his own name.
“Take them off, Dub. I want to see.” Rory was rippling, dancing on those fingers, body moving in slow, sensual rolls.
“You do, huh?” He grinned a little, thinking how long it had been, how they used to do their thing in the dark when they were drunk. Then he pushed his shorts down, his cock springing up to slap his belly. He hoped to hell Rory liked what he saw.
Rory groaned, tongue flicking out like the man was hungry. Fuck. Fuck, yeah.
Needy little fuck. JW was gonna turn him inside out. Then he was going to put Rory back together so he could do it again. He grabbed the condom, slipping it on while Rory worked that little hole. He pushed between Rory’s thighs, spread the muscled legs wide. He wanted Rory to watch, to know who was fucking that little hole.
He wanted the man to know who would be the only one to do it from now on.
“Dub. Need.”
He swatted one asscheek again, let his hand stay wrapped around it. He wanted the burn. That skin just fascinated him, and JW couldn’t understand how anyone could mistreat this man. Not like that asshole had.
He leaned down, met Rory’s eyes, so close he could see every speck. “Gonna make it good, Ro.”
Rory’s eyes went a little dark, then that hungry mouth slammed against his, kissing him but good. Kissing him. Shit. He didn’t kiss. Rory tasted like salt and need and JW just went with it, feeling clumsy as hell. He wanted to make the man happy, right? He only had to think for about ten seconds, though, before his body took over, and one hand slid behind Ro’s head, tilted so he could have more.
He pushed Rory’s tongue out of his mouth, taking control of the kiss, making it his. He had to take control, let Rory know it was okay. He felt Rory’s moan, more than heard it, all around his tongue, against his lips.
He held on, his cock pressing against Rory’s belly, and even with the rubber on it was hot as fire. Rory reached down, lined him up with a move that was way too fucking easy. He pushed, gritting his teeth against the amazing rush of pleasure. JW just kept pushing until he was flush with that hot ass, just right there, seated so deep he could feel Rory’s heartbeat.
“Dub. Dub.” Rory moaned the words against his lips.
“Yeah. I can’t... I need.” He started moving, rocking back and forth.
His hips slapped against Rory’s, punching in, filling Ro up.
He could do this forever. He wasn’t gonna last more than a few moments. It was all gonna be over the next time that body clamped down on him.
“Harder.” Demanding little shit.
Still, it fit with what he wanted, so JW moved faster, their skin slapping. He reached down to grab Rory’s cock, pulling in rhythm.
Rory grunted, shoulders rolling up as the bedsprings screamed. JW loved that, loved how those tile-worker muscles bunched and pulled. He loved how the movement made Rory’s body squeeze around his cock, too.
“Fuck. Fuck, Dub. Need this.” Rory met each fucking thrust, riding him but good, thigh muscles squeezing around him. “Want you.”
“I got what you need. No matter what.” He did. He would tie Rory up, down, and all over town if he had to. They’d fucking danced around this shit long enough. It was time to take things back to good.
Rory bore down, squeezing him so tight and so perfect that he damned near lost it. The only thing that kept him from going over was knowing Rory wasn’t quite there. JW scraped his thumb over the head of Rory’s cock.
“Fuck!” Rory’s head snapped back, spunk splashing over his fingers, that sweet hole spasming around his prick.
“Oh, God.” He lost it, his whole body rocking back and forth, his other hand on Rory’s hip, fingers bruising that fine skin. His bruises. He’d done that. Rory took him in and in, hands hard on his arms. JW came down hard, his breath hitching in his chest. He could get used to this. So fucking easy.
He slumped down, breathing hard, panting against Rory’s chest. Fuck, that was intense. He nuzzled in, licking the sweat from Rory’s skin.
He felt Rory’s response, all around his prick. Goddamn, that was hot. There were at least a hundred things he wanted to say, but he didn’t. Not yet. Rory needed to rest. He needed to think on what to say so he wouldn’t fuck it up again.
JW dealt with the condom without letting Rory up, then settled down, one hand in the center of Rory’s chest when the man tried to move. “Stay.”
Rory opened his mouth, and JW pressed his fingers to those pretty lips. “No.”
It felt fucking amazing when Rory didn’t say nothin’, just relaxed back. Rested.
They would have to talk, for sure. Thank God it didn’t have to be now. JW closed his eyes and sighed, letting his shoulders slide down from around his ears. They’d really have to have that beer before they got into it any more than they had.
Like really.
***
Rory McNeil had done some weird-assed shit in his days. Hell, he was practically a fucking pervert as far as the assholes in this town were concerned -- queer or not.
But waking up with Justin William Sanders laying naked across him while his ass was having a happy little ache -- outside and inside, which usually meant good things, damn it -- was without doubt the weirdest fucking sensation ever. Or at least the weirdest in twenty-four hours, since Jerrod had left him cuffed to the bed.
Now he had to fucking figure out what the hell to do next. Fight? Scream? Run screaming into the... He craned his neck and looked at the window. Afternoon? Maybe he should pop a top and put some burgers on the grill.
Or take a shower.
There was a country song in this, no lie. There was always a country song in the really weird shit. It was stranger than fiction, life.
“Shh.” JW patted his hip, not really awake.
The little touch was enough to make his cock jerk, though. Stupid fucking body. He’d had a thing for JW since they’d been teenagers, and when they’d grown, he’d not gotten a bit better about it. He’d thought sure JW had been over it, though, and the man had proved him wrong.
“Mmm.” JW rubbed a cheek against his shoulder, the whiskers there hard and scratchy.
He squeezed his eyes shut, praying for a second. Whether that prayer was that JW was awake and knew who he was in bed with or that the man was still asleep, he wasn’t sure.
So long as they didn’t have to have that ‘what the fuck did you get me to do’ discussion, Rory didn’t care.
“Hey.” Okay, so JW was awake and talking to him. “Is it morning?”
“I don’t think so?” Hell, he didn’t know. He thought it was still late in the day but not night yet.
“Well, it makes a difference, Ro.” JW yawned hugely, jaw cracking.
“It was afternoon when we...” Fucked like rabid bunnies. “...ate eggs. It’s still light now.”
“Huh.” JW pushed up and looked at the clock, which did crazy things to his lower body. “It’s just after six. So, must be p.m.”
“Yeah...” His eyes crossed a little, at the weight, the pressure against him. This was like a fucking wet dream.
“Should we get the dogs, do you think?”
“I’d better. They’re prob’ly wigged right to hell.” Poor babies. Stuck outside. He slid out from under JW, went t
o grab his sweatpants and cover his business. He’d never forgotten his dogs once in his adult life.
JW got up, too, stretching a little, not putting any damned thing on. “Gonna hit the head.”
He nodded and headed outside to feed and water and give scritches. “Sorry, guys. Y’all hungry? You didn’t eat Melanie’s cat, did you? She’d be pissed.”
The dogs were freaked, wagging and licking his hands. They had water out there, but they’d want some food. He opened cans, gave everyone fresh water and opened the bigger dog run to let them out. They would feel safer in there, feel like things were normal.
“Everyone all right?” JW came wandering into the kitchen, still buck naked, tall and ripped.
“They’re fine...” His mouth went dry as the desert, his eyes on the finest bastard on Earth.
“Good. I could have that beer now, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” He stood for a second, staring, then headed for the fridge. Beer. Right. Beer and pants for Mister Jesus I’m A Stud. He’d always known JW was stacked, but now the man was full-on adult male.
“You okay, buddy?” He could hear JW wandering around, looking in cabinets.
He opened his mouth to say yes, but what came out was, “You’re naked and fucking fine.” Rory was fairly sure that wasn’t an answer.
JW smiled, those eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Is that bad?”
“Nope. It makes me a little stupid, though.”
JW gave him a slow, wicked smile. “Well, son, I thought you always was a little dumb.”
He flipped JW off, willing his cock not to rise. “I’m just fine, redneck.”
“Uh-huh. You are. Too bad I can’t see your ass. I put quite a shine on it.”
His lips parted, and he knew he looked like a landed fish. He. That. What the fuck? When had this all become so normal that JW could talk on it?
“What?” JW finally turned to the fridge, grabbing two beers and handing him one.
“You. What... Is this a game, man? I mean, you’re my friend.” It wasn’t fucking fair -- to be teased like this. He’d wanted so much for so long...
“I am.” JW popped the beer and took a long drink. “Your friend, I mean. I’m not messing with you. I--” JW frowned. “Do we gotta jaw about it, Ro? Every time I try to talk on shit like this I piss you off.”
“No. No, we ain’t gotta say a thing.” He opened his beer, drained it, the malt hitting his belly nice and solid.
He wasn’t sure what talking would do, anyway. If JW had been scratching an itch, fine. Rory’d proven more than once he was the scratching type. With all sorts of men.
“I just don’t want to say the wrong thing. I’m tired of it being everyone but me, is all. I want you.” It was more than JW had ever said to him on the subject, at least since that one day so long ago, and a hell of a surprise.
He stared over, shook his head. “It’s always been you. No matter what.”
“Well, I didn’t know.” JW took another big sip of beer.
“Bullshit.” He didn’t fucking believe that for a second.
“What? You been around, buddy. You been all over town. I thought you left old JW in the dust a long time ago. Thought I was out of the race.” JW paused, head tilting. “Now I know what race I’m running, though. Figure I’ll win.”
“Didn’t see any reason to lose a friend over fucking, when I could make believe.” He was damn good at that, as a matter of fact. “And you don’t know, you might not win. You might get beat out.”
“You think so?” JW straightened up, setting the beer aside and advancing on him. Like stalking him. It was hotter than he wanted to admit, being chased by the one guy he’d given up on.
He took one step back, then made himself stop. “Maybe.”
“Huh. Well, good thing thinking is more my strong suit than yours.” JW invaded his space, chest bumping his.
His cock went boing and his heart rate started speeding. Jesus, JW smelled fine. Like smell-good and soap and sex and beer. He could feel JW’s breath on his cheek.
He met JW’s gaze, and the heat in it liked to burn him to the bone.
“No one else is gonna do this to you, Ro.” JW traced the bruise on his face, thumb making gentle circles.
“I didn’t know he was a bastard.” His eyelids got heavy, and he moaned, so fucking there, so right there with JW.
“Uh-huh. Well, no one else does this but me, either.” JW’s other hand slid into the back of his sweats, landing on his hot ass.
Oh, fuck. “You sure about that?”
He sure as shit was. If JW wanted him, he was taken.
JW squeezed, making him rise up on his toes. “I am. I done made up my mind, Ro. I’m tired of being the one who listens to you drown your sorrows when I can do this for you.”
“You can.” Nobody’d done it so good. “If you want it, it’s yours.”
“I want it.” That was unshakable. JW had really made up his mind. Rory had heard that tone a million times in his life.
“Then it’s yours.” He reached out, cupped that fat, fine prick. “And this is mine.”
It was only fair. No more of JW going out of town to do whatever it was he did.
JW’s cock rose even higher for him, reaching up. “That’s the way it works.”
He nodded, mouth watering. “Okay then.”
“Good deal. You hungry, or you want to go get it on again?” He could tell from the leap in JW’s pulse which one the man wanted to do.
He licked his lips, moaning low as he went to his knees, tongue sliding over the wet slit.
“Oh, fuck, Rory. Yeah. Yeah.” JW held his head, one big hand cradling the back of his skull.
Rory breathed in deep, the scent of his man like fucking heaven. He opened up and took JW in, lips fastening about half down that fat prick as he began to pull. JW’s hips started to move, rolling in slow motions, pushing in and out, and he took it, sort of loved it, his own hips responding, his prick aching in his sweats. That hard, tight ass flexed under his hands, and he squeezed, wanting to feel everything. JW grunted, pushing all the way to the back of his throat. Rory swallowed hard, fighting to keep him there, just a second.
“Ro...” The word sounded like someone had torn it from JW’s chest.
Rory groaned, swallowed again, and when JW’s hand pushed hard against the back of his head, he damn near creamed himself.
It took maybe three more seconds of sucking and pulling before JW was losing the rhythm, bruising Rory’s lips and coming against the back of his throat. It was all he could do to swallow the man down, hips sawing as his balls ached, as Dub’s flavor hit him.
“Get up here.” JW pulled him to his feet, one hand on his ass, the other grabbing his cock.
“Touch me.” He couldn’t help the growl; he needed so fucking bad.
“Anything.” That big hand closed around the base of his cock, then stroked up. JW’s other hand got busy, too, fingers finding his hole, tapping at it. He was still the slightest bit sore, in the best sort of way, body well-used, well-fucked, and he wanted to feel it again.
“You’re so damned pretty, Ro. So hot for me.”
“Dub!” Jesus, he’d never thought for a second JW could be a talker, could say shit that made him stupid.
“What?” That smile was dangerous, hot, and a little hard around the edges. Someone was looking ready to go the distance. He would never have believed it if he wasn’t there.
“I. Damn. Damn, man. You make me ache.” He was voting for something a lot more intense than aching.
“I want to make you fly, Ro. Want to make sure you never want anyone else.”
Shit, he’d wanted JW from the get go. Still, it didn’t hurt to push. “Bring it on, redneck.”
JW just picked him right up, right there in the kitchen, and plopped his ass on the kitchen tab
le. The man spread him wide, stepping between his legs. Oh, fuck. Nothing had been so hot, nothing ever. His whole fucking world was JW.
“God. No condoms in here, I bet.” JW pressed against him, tilting his hips down so their cocks rubbed together.
“No. Usually keep ‘em in every room, but...” he teased.
One of JW’s hands moved lightning fast, smacking against his hip. “You be good.”
“No way.” It was way more fucking fun to be bad, especially when it was JW correcting him.
A low noise came from JW’s chest, almost a growl, and JW kissed him, bending him damned near double. Rory considered dying, but it was too fucking hot, too right. Too good to give up.
JW reached between them and did something to their cocks with those long fingers, and Rory had to wonder where JW had learned some of this stuff. Being on the road all the time, he guessed, maybe in truck stops. That was a game they’d have to play some day. Truck stop pick up with each other.
His fucking balls ached, his cock suddenly, viciously hard, toes curling.
“That’s it.” JW’s thumb scraped a little at the base of his cock.
“Yes.” He bit the word out, body flying.
“Fuck. Fuck.” JW was moving hard now, pushing against him, hard as anything, all over again.
He nodded and bucked like a fucking cowboy, his ass sliding on the table. Those iron hands held him, kept him from going off the edge. There were gonna be new bruises on his thigh. He did his part by holding onto the table, keeping himself on.
JW was really on a roll, and damned if the man wasn’t gnawing on him, teeth blunt and hard on his shoulder.
“Shit!” He pushed into the bite, higher than a kite.
They rocked together, cocks rubbing, JW’s balls pressing against him. This was fucking magic. The edge of the table bit into his tender ass; JW’s hands bit into his arms. Oh, fuck. Yes.
“Rory. Need you now. Come on. Come on.” JW demanded his damned orgasm, staring straight into his eyes.
“Dub.” Jesus. Jesus. So good. So fucking good. He shot so fucking hard his teeth rattled.
“Oh, God.” He felt it when JW went off again, just like a firecacker. Yeah.
