On the Sand [A Jarheads Novel]

by Sean Michael

  Rig chuckled, nuzzled his arm. “He's young."

  "I'm horny.” He grinned over at Rig, and then cried out as Rock sank deep enough to hit his gland.

  "You're fucking beautiful.” Rig's words were whispered into his ears.

  He grabbed Rig and took a kiss, putting everything he felt into it, putting how they made him feel into it. One hand slid up his spine, another headed down and Dick could feel when Rig and Rock's fingers twined together. Rock's thrusts got a little harder, pushing him against Rig, nailing his gland—making him fly.

  The kiss got deeper, wilder, Rig fucking his lips in time with Rock's thrusts. His cock slid along Rig's belly, caught, just like he was. Caught between Rock and Rig and there was no where else he'd rather have been. Rig's hand slid down his back, teasing the bundles of nerves at the small of his back.

  Oh, fuck.

  Moving faster, he sawed between them, his balls drawing up. Then Rig's fingers scooted down more, touching his hole, Rock's prick.

  "Fuck!” He shouted it this time, body jerking as he came, come splashing over Rig's belly.

  "Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.” Rig looked like the cat that had eaten the canary.

  "Uh-huh.” He was panting and boneless, his arms wanting to give way, and finally they did and he settled on Rig, Rock heavy and hot at his back.

  "Mmm. Better?” Rig was petting Rock; he could feel the big guy hum.

  "Fucking perfect.” He gave Rig a kiss, whimpering into that hot mouth as Rock's cock slid out of him.

  "Your turn, now."

  "Mmmhmm. My turn.” Rock got another grin. “If you're still wanting?"

  "Gimme that ass,” growled Rock.

  "Want me to get you ready?"

  It was Rock who answered. “Just switch places, I've got it covered."

  Rig whimpered—actually whimpered—and, fuck, it was hot. Then they shifted, sliding over each other. He lay on the couch, Rig's knees on either side of his hips, giving him plenty of access to touch and slide his hands over Rig's skin. Those warm grey eyes were staring at him, just as happy as they'd ever been. They went wide as Rock bent, tonguing Rig's hole if Rig's reaction was anything to go by.

  "Blue. Blue, sweet fuck.” Oh, yeah. Somebody liked that.

  He reached down, fingers sliding along Rig's crack, tickled by Rock's tongue when he hit Rig's hole. Rig tensed and groaned, ass cheeks squeezing his fingers and Rock's tongue. He groaned as well, his prick jerking and trying to fill. He wrapped his other hand around Rig's head and tugged him down for a kiss, tongue sliding in, mimicking the way Rock's tongue fucked Rig's ass. Those eyes were wide, needing, happy down deep.

  "Ready for the Rocketman?"

  Dick let the kiss end and grinned, and answered for Rig. “Always."

  "You know it.” Rig's lips brushed his shoulder. “Fuck me, Blue."

  "Mmm ... Yeah, Rock. Fuck him.” He met those blue eyes, Rock looking as happy as Rig did, as happy as he felt.

  Jesus, it was good to be home.

  Rock pushed in and Rig pushed back and they all moaned with it. He wrapped his hand around Rig's prick, letting their movements slide it along his palm. Reaching up with his other hand, he tugged at Rig's nipple ring, watching the grey eyes closely. They went wide, then heavy-lidded, Rig's lips parting like magic. Grinning, he did it again, reaching with his other hand to feel where Rock's cock pushed into Rig's body, the hard, velvet covered flesh going in over and over again.

  "Isn't he fine?” Rig gave him a goofy grin, leaning more fully over the back of the sofa.

  He laughed, feeling happy and melted and just right. He stroked Rig's hole and Rock's prick both. “You are, too. I have the best life."

  "We do. Harder, Blue Eyes. You can't break me."

  Rock rumbled, hands dropping to Rig's hips, wrapping around them and tugging him back into each thrust. Dick could smell them both, could smell the way their need got hotter, deeper. Rig started panting, skin warming up to a sweet, deep rose. He tightened his hand around Rig's prick, watching them move together, moving against him.

  "Come on, Rig. Gimme.” Rock groaned, and moved faster.

  "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Rock...” Rig jerked, eyes rolling back in his head.

  "Come on,” he whispered, free hand moving to tug on that little nipple ring. That earned him a cry and a jerk, Rig spending right into his hand. Rock roared, jerking a few times and then stilling.

  "S ... stud.” Rig slumped down, panting hard.

  "You know it.” Rock collapsed down against Rig and Dick grunted, laughing at the weight of them on him.

  "You good, Pretty?” Rig hummed and blinked, slow.

  "No—I'm way better than good.” He stroked Rig's arm, Rock's back. “Way better."

  "Mmm. Good.” Rig grabbed the blanket, covered them up a little.

  Dick shifted a little, settling more comfortably, and let his eyes close.

  He'd never take this for granted again.

  Chapter Fifty Six

  The place smelled fucking amazing.

  Pine and food and chocolate underlying it all. There were cookies and squares everywhere. He considered growling at Rig about how hard Rig was pushing himself, but in the end Rock couldn't bring himself to. He didn't want to. Rig looked better than he had in a year, and he was happy, and Dick was happy and hell, Rock himself was fucking happy.

  He'd just heard from the bank—their consolidation had gone through. The business and the house were mortgaged to the hilt, but there was a check on its way to the insurance company.

  Christmas shopping was fucking done. Hell, he'd even wrapped everything.

  Rock felt fucking fine.

  Except the chocolate smell had gotten stronger and his stomach was telling him there was a chocolate sized hole in it, right there. Grunting, he headed to the kitchen.

  Rig was fucking singing, ass shaking as he stirred something. The dogs were circling, hoping for a drop. Dick was sitting on the counter, eating fudge, and laughing.

  He stood in the doorway a moment, just fucking enjoying it.

  They looked like a fucking Christmas card.

  "You didn't tell me there was fudge,” he growled.

  "There's three kinds of fudge and a chocolate pie in the fridge. I'm making the pecan now.” Rig was wearing his sweater, the huge thing hanging on his skinny redneck. It was fucking sexy.

  "I want the chocolate fudge.” Everyone knew that.

  Dick pointed to the table and there it was. He grabbed the plate and moved to stand next to Dick, the kid leaning in and kissing the side of his mouth.

  "I made lace cookies, too.” Rig pointed with his chin, the cookies in a pile, waiting on him.

  Oh, somebody loved him.

  He took a few pieces of fudge and put them on the edge of the plate of cookies and then picked that up. “Mine,” he said around a mouthful.

  Rig grinned, looking fond and pleased as hell. “Yeah. I made rum balls for Dick. Those are yours."

  Dick waggled his eyebrows. “I get balls."

  Rock snorted and ate another lace cookie.

  He got beamed at, then Rig filled a pie crust with goo. Gross. “Open the oven, Blue?"

  "Sure.” He managed to do it without letting go of his plate of cookies, too.

  "Thank you.” The pie was slid in, Rig setting the timer and stretching.

  He reached out and touched Rig's belly as the man stretched. “Mmm ... you've been cooking up a storm. It's beginning to feel like Christmas."

  "Mmhmm. You did a good job on the tree and lights. I approve.” Rig's stomach growled loud enough for him to hear it.

  "We did. And the dogs haven't pulled it down yet.” He shoved a lace cookie at Rig. “Here. Have one."

  He saw Dick grin out of the corner of his eye, the kid sliding off the counter and starting to pull down the makings of a shake.

  "They're yours. I made them for you.” Rig shook his head, took a kiss instead.

  "Dick's making you a shake."

  "Frui
t shake—I think you'll like this, Rig."

  "Yeah? What kind?” Rock knew Rig was getting tired of the constant chocolate-vanilla thing, but it was the best, easiest way to get protein into the man and it was working. Rig's last blood tests were well on the way to right.

  "This one's mango-guava flavored. I even picked up some mangos so I could mix it in.” Dick dropped the fruit and some ice cubes in, blending the whole thing together noisily.

  "Mango-guava.” Rig looked dubious. “It smells okay..."

  "Hey, I taste tested it—it's not bad.” Dick poured the shake into a glass and handed it over with a flourish.

  Rock wrinkled his nose.

  Rig took a sip, then nodded, taking a long drink. “I like it."

  Dick beamed and Rock shook his head. “Mango and guava. It's got nothing on chocolate.” He wouldn't believe it did for a minute.

  "I'm just tired of them, Blue. I've eaten a zillion of them."

  "You don't say that about another liquid I know you drink every fucking day.” He winked, slid his hand over Rig's ass.

  "Fuck you.” Rig chuckled, leaned a little harder.

  "I think the words you're looking for are ‘suck you'.” He wrapped his arm around Rig and held him where he was.

  "Mmm. These are a few of my favorite things.” They all chuckled, Rig leaning into him. “Man, that weather is wicked cold, huh?"

  "Yeah, but I got a fire started in the other room. And it's nice and cozy here.” Maybe moreso because they could hear the wind just howling.

  "It is. Makes it great for cooking.” Rig grinned and stretched.

  "Makes it great for other things, too."

  Dick laughed. “You would think that."

  "Like you're not thinking the same thing."

  The kid didn't deny it for a second.

  "Y'all are something. I was going to make sugar cookies for the clinic."

  Uh-huh. No clinic visits for Dr. Rig. Helen and the rug-rat? Sure. Work? No.

  "You've made enough cookies for today.” Grumbling, he grabbed Rig's hands and tugged him out of the kitchen. Rig followed along, just tugging back a little bit. There was a fire in the front room, the tree—it was nice, homey and special. He sat on the couch and tugged Rig down into his lap, careful not to upset his plate of cookies.

  "Mmm. Hey.” Rig was the fucking master of snuggling, arm over his shoulders like it belonged there.

  "Hey.” He took himself a nice slow kiss.

  "You having a good holiday so far?"

  "You know it.” Rig nodded, settled closer. “I always have Momma in the back of my mind, this time of year."

  "She did love Christmas."

  "She did. So did Daddy. You remember the first year you came home with me?"

  "I do. Didn't know what to expect.” He grinned. “I should have, though. I knew you."

  "Daddy thought you were something else.” Rig's fingers traced his lips.

  He smiled, licked at Rig's fingertip and then nibbled on it before answering. “He was a good man. Good as any I knew."

  Rig nodded and pushed into his arms. “He was. I have a lot of ‘em in my life."

  Smiling again, he stroked Rig's hair back, then bent to take another soft kiss, tongue sliding into Rig's mouth. Rig opened right up, sweet and hot, knowing just how he liked being kissed.

  Dick came in with three steaming cups. “Hot chocolate with marshmallows on top."

  Oh, nice. Almost as nice as the taste of Rig in his mouth. Rig's legs wrapped around his hips, tugging them closer together.

  "Want a taste?” Dick asked, sitting next to them and licking where their lips met.

  "Uh-huh.” Rig shifted, let Dick in. Oh. Chocolate.

  Their tongues all tangled together, lazy and slow, male and chocolate flavors mixing together. Rig's cock started filling; he could feel it between all the layers of denim and sweater and sweatshirt. It was so fucking good, having Rig back, eager and ready. He could feel Dick's cock, too, sweet and long, pressing against his side.

  "Mmm. Our drinks are gonna get cold."

  "They'll microwave,” Dick offered helpfully.

  Grinning, he brought their mouths back together again. They had this down, tongues sliding and slipping, soft moans and chuckles and shit. Rock fucking approved. It became more than just kisses by slow increments, Dick's hand rubbing his belly, Rig's.

  "Did ... Did I set the timer on the pie, y'all?” Rig was all pink, flushed, panting.

  "Uh-huh.” He and Dick answered at the same time, and the kid laughed. Laughed and started stripping them down, starting with Rig's layers.

  "Oh, good.” Rig lifted his arms, the sweater sliding right off.

  "Take this one, too.” He pulled the sweatshirt up and off as well. He and Dick went for those little nipples right away.

  "Y'all!” Rig arched for them. His finger caught the ringed one, that tender little nipple going hard and dark. He just had to taste and he bent his head, tongue flicking that ring up and down before he wrapped his lips around the hard little nub and sucked.

  "Blue. Rock. Fuck. Please. Rock...” Rig's hands wrapped around his head, hips bucking and rolling. He fucking loved that, loved being able to make Rig so crazy on so little. Dick was working that other nipple, tugging and twisting; he could see it out of the corner of his eye.

  Fucking A. They could bring Rig off, just with this.

  He took that little ring between his teeth and tugged on it, tugged hard.

  "Rock.” Rig's belly went tight. “Fuck."

  No, no they weren't fucking. Not yet. He could feel Dick's breath as the kid's tongue flicked across Rig's other nipple. He could fucking feel Rig's heart pounding under his lips, hear the sweet, raw cries. He sucked harder, tongue playing the tip over and over. They were going to do it, they were going to make Rig come and come hard.

  Rig started gasping, hands opening and closing. He could smell Rig's need, the passion. He nodded. That was it, just let go.

  "Y'all's.” Rig shot, shaking hard, just the finest fucking thing he'd ever seen.

  He kept sucking, gently now, making Rig shiver, his hand stroking down over the thin back. Rig whimpered softly, head rolling on his shoulders. So fucking fine. He and Dick stopped at the same time, both giving Rig's nipples one last lick.

  "Mmm...” he just rumbled, letting Rig hear it, feel it.

  "Uh-huh,” agreed Dick.

  Rig just gasped and nodded. They moved back to kissing, him and Dick sliding their hands over Rig's body, keeping his rabbit warm. Rig hummed, relaxed and lazy between them, giving them both long kisses.

  Dick reached for one of the mugs of hot chocolate, offering it to him and Rig. He grabbed it, taking a large mouthful and moving to kiss Rig, to share the drink. Mmm. Chocolate-flavored Rig. That was something special.

  "Lemme taste.” Dick's tongue slipped into their mouths and now they were all chocolate-flavored.

  Fuck. He might have to request this more often. Shifting, Dick straddled the two of them, taking the kisses deeper, moaning into their mouths. Rig's fingers slid down his belly, up over Dick's arm, just holding them together. Dick's fingers slid through Rig's hair, and over his own scalp.

  "Man, I want to this for Christmas. Spend the whole holidays just touching, fucking."

  "Sounds perfect. Food. Fucking. No troubles.” Rig nodded.

  "Sounds fucking perfect. Long as we have chocolate pie for energy and presents.” He gave them a wink.

  "Chocolate pie and fudge, man.” Rig leaned, reached for the hot chocolate.

  "Picky, picky."

  Dick laughed. “Chocolate pie, fudge and rum balls."

  "And lace cookies and pecan pie.” Look at Rig laugh.

  "If we're making wishes here, we might as well have steaks as well.” He fucking loved chocolate pie, but man needed a steak now and then. Kind of like loving blowjobs and wanting to fuck as well.

  "Hell, yes. Steaks, then ham and turkey for Christmas proper.” Rig nodded, smiled at him. “Lots
of protein."

  "Good man.” He chuckled. The irony of Rig suddenly having to eat a high protein diet wasn't lost on him. “We'll have you bulked up in no time."

  "Yeah, right. Muscle-bound redneck.” Rig's words got them all laughing, good and hard.

  "Reach me a cookie, Dick."

  "What do I get if I do?"

  He raised an eyebrow. “My undying fucking gratitude."

  "Mmm. Gratitude. Yummy.” Rig chuckled, bent and reached, snagging him a cookie.

  "Thank you.” He ate the cookie from Rig's hand, nibbling fingers.

  "Anytime.” Rig winked at Dick. “See? Gratitude."

  He stuck his tongue out at Dick, who leaned in and started sucking on it.

  "Oh, pretty pretty.” Rig's lips found his throat.

  He rumbled, the sound getting louder as Dick's hands slid over his pecs, thumbs brushing his nipples.

  "Happy holidays, y'all.” Rig licked his way down, heading toward Dick's fingers.

  "Yeah. Fuck. Happy.” He nodded, prick going from half hard to all the way interested, just like that.

  Rig laughed, kept heading south, tongue sliding on his belly. Groaning, he spread his legs, and puffed out his chest, trying to get Rig to notice his cock, and Dick to keep playing with his nipples.

  "He's really good at that, huh, Pretty?” Rig started rubbing his prick.

  "Uh-huh. Really good. Tastes good, too."

  Dick played with his nipple ring, flicking it up and down with that tongue.

  He grunted. “Less talk, more doing."

  "Mmm. Got you.” Rig's hand moved, just like he needed it, strong, firm pulls that curled his toes. He could do this, right fucking here for just about ever. With more sucking. Like his Rabbit was reading his mind, Rig got right in the game, lips circling the tip of his cock.

  "Fuck, yes.” He leaned back into the couch, legs and arms spread like he was the biggest slut in the room.

  Dick's tongue teased and played with the ring in his nipple, and Rig's mouth ... Shit.

  Rig fucking worshipped his cock—focused and hungry, lips sliding up and down his prick like he was a Goddamn lollipop.

  "Mmm ... yeah, Rig. Like that. Just like fucking that."