On the Sand [A Jarheads Novel]

by Sean Michael

  "I know you're fucking recovering from that Goddamned surgery. That's my fucking point! You think you can just go out and work full-time and do everything you used to be able to and you fucking can't. Not yet. And anytime I try and help make things easier you get all holier than fucking thou and act like I'm an asshole treating you like a baby."

  "I DO NOT! Jesus Christ, you asshole, you think this is easy? You think any of this is easy? I ASKED for help, didn't I?"

  "No. No, easy is not the fucking word I would use. Not for fucking any of it."

  "Hey.” Dick came out with jackets for both of them. “Come on, let's all go—we'll grab some cinnamon buns or something while we're out. Make it fun."

  They both stopped, stared at Dick. “Dick, we're having a fight. Me and Rock. Screaming, hollering. I might even throw a rock. Not at him, just throw one."

  Dick's mouth fell open. “I know ... but ... I hate it when you guys fight."

  "You could throw a rock, too.” Cinnamon buns actually sounded pretty good. Cinnamon buns and hot chocolate...

  Rock snorted. “Neither of you could throw me."

  "Oh. Oh, that was funny.” He looked at Rock, started chuckling. The chuckles turned to honest, happy laughter just like that. His Blue was so fucking funny.

  "What?” Rock looked slightly put out, which had Dick laughing, and then Rock pounced his Pretty, giving Dick a noogie.

  Rig rescued his coat, shrugging it on and watching. Jesus, they just couldn't let him stay in a snit. He settled on the steps, Trouble and Lucy coming over for scritches. His marines scuffled for a bit, tussling and wrastling and laughing, Dick trying his best to throw Rock, or at least push him around. His Blue prevailed, though, the man still the strongest son of a bitch he knew. They were both chuckling and flushed when they were done, Dick calling “uncle".

  "So, y'all. Did you want hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls?” He leaned, not able to fight his grin.

  They answered “Yes!” together, Rock punching Dick's arm, and Dick punching back.

  "You really need stuff at the store?” Dick asked.

  "No. I was just needing out, more than anything."

  "So are we going out to the mall to get the hot chocolate and rolls, or are we gonna make ‘em here?"

  "We make ‘em at home we can do blow jobs waiting for the rolls to cook,” Rock pointed out.

  "We have some in the freezer that just need an hour in the oven. Do we have stuff for cocoa?"

  Dick nodded. “Yeah, we've got some left. I vote for blow jobs at home."

  "Yeah, me, too,” added Rock, holding his hand out for Rig.

  He reached out, fingers twining with Rock's. “Sounds like a plan, Marines.” He was getting soft in his old age.

  Rock pulled him up and against all those muscles, amazing blue eyes smiling down at him. “Sounds like a fucking good plan, I'd say."

  "You know, we used to fight longer.” He pushed close, face lifting for a kiss.

  "Yeah, we did.” Rock's lips moved against his. “We just know we got better things to do now."

  "We do.” And fuck knew they didn't have time to waste.

  "Mmm...” Rock deepened the kiss.

  "Hey, let's get back inside before we start anything.” Dick grabbed their arms and started tugging.

  Rock grabbed him, lifting him up and heading into the house. “Don't you drop me."

  "Please. I have never dropped you."

  No. No, Rock never had. “There's always a first time.” He kissed the corner of Rock's mouth, licking a little.

  Rock snorted. “Not for that. This ass is worth more than gold."

  His cheeks heated, making his skin feel tight. Jesus, he didn't know how Rock did that—managed to make him all fluttery like a girl—but the man was still fucking good at it.

  Those blue eyes grinned at him. “I bet if you asked real nice, Dick would get the cinnamon buns going while you blow me."

  "What? You're not going to suck me off? Man...” He couldn't fight the grin, so he didn't try too hard.

  "And deprive you of the taste of my cock? I don't think so."

  "Man...” They plopped onto the sofa, Rig landing in Rock's lap, both chuckling. “You're a thoughtful bastard, aren't you?"

  "I am. Always thinking of you and Dick."

  "Yep. A gem of a guy."

  Rock started tickling and he started laughing, the big hands knowing just where to touch him. Blue's lips met his, sucking his laugh right into that hot mouth. He pushed against Rock's belly, cock seriously considering getting hard. Rock's fingers slid through his hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.

  Oh.

  Oh, hello.

  He let Rock blow his mind, tongue fucking his lips and stealing his breath.

  "You've got the best fucking mouth."

  He hummed in response, diving into the kiss, focusing on driving Rock nuts. Groans and moans came out, pushing into his mouth as Rock arched beneath him. They should fight more often.

  Rig tilted Rock's head, fingers rubbing the man's temples. The kiss got deeper, a little harder, those blue eyes shining into his own. Fucking loved that son of a bitch. All of him.

  The kiss broke slowly, Rock's smile all for him.

  "Hey.” He leaned in, just staring. “Need you."

  "You fucking have me—head to fucking toe."

  "Thank God.” He reached down and worked Rock's belt open, started unbuttoning Rock's shirt.

  Rock's hands wandered over him, the thick thighs spreading for him. He could smell Rock, cock pushing against the zipper. His groan slid from him, his mouth starting to water. Oh, damn. He wanted.

  Rock's eyes lit up; his Blue knew.

  Fucker.

  Beautiful. Fine. Stunning fucker.

  He fished that heavy, full cock out, fingers sliding along the shaft. Rock's low groan vibrated right down his spine. He slid down, shrugging out of his coat, lips open as he headed for that cock.

  "Yeah, that's it, Rig. You know you want it."

  "You do, huh?” He wanted.

  "Uh-huh.” Rock bucked up a little, prick bumping his chin.

  "I'm not the only one who wants it.” He rubbed, letting Rock feel his stubble.

  "Fuck no.” Rock jerked, and his hands slid through Rig's hair. “Fucking love this mouth."

  Yeah. Yeah, he knew. Rig took Rock in, humming low as that heavy cock split his lips. Rock's fingers wandered restlessly, sliding over his scalp, tracing the curves of his cheeks. He sighed, settled in his bones and right where he wanted to be. His mouth moved on that fat cock, tongue knowing just where to push and touch and caress.

  "Fuck ... there is nothing on earth like your mouth, Rig.” Rock's voice was husky, need clear as a fucking bell. His fingers stroked the heavy balls, rolling them just a little in thanks. Groaning, Rock spread his legs wider, the hands in his hair opening and closing. It was the fucking easiest thing on earth, touching and sucking, fucking making love to that cock and letting everything else go.

  Low groans and happy sighs came from Rock, the sounds turning into a moan whenever he went for the sweet spots.

  "Oh, fuck, just like that.” Rock's hands petted and touched, making him hum around the flesh in his mouth.

  He felt more than heard Dick coming into the room, his Pretty curling up in the armchair, eyes like touch. His thighs parted, hips moving restlessly while he sucked.

  Groaning, Dick shifted, and then stood. “Wanna suck you while you do Rock."

  He groaned, ass tilting, offered over to his Pretty. Anything. Everything.

  Dick made a soft noise and warm hands slid down his back, cupped his ass. Rock's cock jumped as he hummed, vibrating the shaft and making his Blue jerk a little. Dick lay down behind him, and wriggled in between his legs, head squished up against the bottom of the couch, fingers tugging at his jeans.

  Pulling off Rock's cock, he looked down. “You comfortable down there? We can move."

  Rock grunted. “Move?"

  Dick lau
ghed and stroked Rig's belly. “I'm good."

  "Mmm. ‘kay.” He got back to what he was doing, sucking and licking his Blue into total insanity.

  Judging by the noises Rock made, he was moving well toward his goal. Meanwhile, his Pretty had a goal of his own, Rig's jeans soon open and pushing down his hips. He wiggled to help the denim fall, then moaned as his cock bobbed, trying to get Dick's attention.

  "Mmm ... look at this. All for me.” Dick's fingers slid over his prick, tracing the shape lightly.

  His balls drew up tight, aching a little. Oh. Fine. Dick's tongue dragged up along his cock, from base to tip. Rock's prick muffled his cry and he pulled harder.

  "Fuck!” Rock grunted, hips jerking, pushing that fat prick deep into his throat.

  Making a happy noise, Dick took the head of his prick in, sucking on just the tip, tongue playing with his slit.

  Oh, fuck.

  Oh, fuck.

  That felt.

  He.

  Damn.

  Dick's fingers rolled his balls, the suction becoming stronger. Rock grunted, hands tugging in his hair as Dick made him forget what he was doing. He groaned in apology, trying to focus, taking Rock down to the root.

  Hips jerking, Rock moaned, fingers tracing his lips where they were stretched around that amazing prick. He pulled harder, swallowing, taking each and every salty drop that slid down his throat. Dick seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his Pretty almost mimicking the way he was sucking, the speed and intensity of it. His hips moved restlessly, frantically. Rock was the only thing keeping him in rhythm. Dick's hands slid around to grab his ass, squeezing it, fingertips teasing his hole.

  Rock's hold grew tighter, keeping him in place as that fine prick fucked his lips. Rig just shorted out, sucking and moving and caught between his men. Dick sucked harder, while Rock fucked harder, the two of them sending him to the moon. He buried his nose in Rock's pubes, pulling hard as he came, just pouring himself into Dick's mouth.

  "Fuck!” Rock's fingers tugged at his hair, the fat prick in his mouth growing harder and then shooting spunk down the back of his throat. He drank Rock down, swallowing and humming, taking his Blue in. Dick's mouth gentled on his cock, hands sliding over his ass, his balls, the touches sure and easy.

  His cheek rested on Rock's thigh, breath just coming in pants. So fucking good. Humming around his cock, Dick kept licking for a moment longer, before slowly pulling off him. His Pretty kissed the tip, hands massaging his ass, the backs of his thighs.

  "You want me, Dick? I'm right here for you."

  "Yeah, I want you. I want to fuck you.” Dick's fingers slid over his hole.

  "Yeah.” He nuzzled Rock's balls, just loving on his Blue as he offered himself to Dick.

  Rock dug around under the cushions and held up a battered tube of lube. “Come on. Wanna watch."

  He crawled up on the edge of their big couch, draping himself over Rock so that Dick could settle behind him, saving both of their knees.

  "Fuck, you two are still the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Ever.” Dick's fingers rubbed his ass, prick hot against the back of his thigh.

  He leaned in, lips soft and careful against Rock's nipple, sucking gently. “Mmm. Pretty."

  "Fuck, Rig.” Rock groaned, shifting a little.

  Dick chuckled, and pushed a slick finger into his ass, nice and slowly. He pushed right back, riding the touch, moaning against Rock's chest.

  "So sexy,” murmured Dick, mouth landing on his spine, breath hot, tongue hotter.

  "Mmm.” What was he supposed to say to that? This was fucking perfect.

  One finger became two, Dick taking his time, slowly spreading him open. “So hot inside. So tight even after all these years. I can't wait to be inside you.” His whimper just slipped from his throat, those soft, perverse words making him fly. Rock rumbled, hand sliding over his scalp while Dick pushed a third finger in. “Yeah, so tight. I'm gonna fill you all the way up, Rig. Push in so deep."

  "Pretty.” Don't stop. Fuck. So hot.

  "Just a few more seconds, Rig. And then I'm going to be inside you.” Dick's fingers pushed hard, hitting his gland.

  He cried out, surprised, his cock trying to fill back up. He looked at Rock, lips tugging at the man's nipple ring.

  Those blue eyes shone down at him, Rock smiling. “You gonna get me up again?"

  "I am.” He was fucking good at that.

  "Good man.” Rock gave him a wink and Dick's fingers pegged his gland again.

  "Oh.” His thighs went tight, knees digging into the upholstery.

  "You ready for my cock now?” Dick asked, mouth at the top of his spine, body hot against his back. “Ready for me to fill you?"

  "Just fucking do it already,” grumbled Rock.

  "Romantic.” He pinched Rock's hip.

  Rock bucked and stuck his tongue out, Dick's laughter sweet against his spine. He surged up, caught Rock's tongue and sucked on it, pulling good and hard. Groaning, Rock's arms went around him, hands sliding to grab his ass cheeks and hold him open for that long, hot cock as Dick pushed inside.

  That was fine.

  Just fine.

  Goddamn.

  He pushed back, riding Dick easily.

  "Oh, fuck, you feel so good around me, Rig. Like magic.” Dick pushed a little harder, noises soft and sexy.

  Magic. Him. Right. Oh ... There. He stared into those blue eyes, just caught.

  "So good...” muttered Dick,the sound fading away as his Pretty's thrusts grew stronger.

  Rock kissed him harder, tongue tangling with his, just driving him out of his fucking mind. Then one of Rock's big hands wrapped around his cock, started tugging on him. Oh. Oh, fuck. He hadn't even remembered getting hard.

  "Shit, I can feel that, Rock.” Dick groaned, moving faster, Rock matching the rhythm, hand moving easily over his cock.

  Rig's eyes dropped closed, breath huffing out of him, muscles shaking as he got closer. Dick's hands grabbed his hips, tugging him back into each thrust, his Pretty finding his gland and working it. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Y'all. Right there."

  His words had Dick working him faster, harder, low noises becoming louder. He was fixin’ to come again, just like he was twenty and a loose fucking cannon. Rock's thumb pressed against his slit as Dick pounded into him, both of them panting, groaning. Seed poured out of him, spreading over Rock's hand and belly, ass squeezing tight around Dick's prick.

  "Rig!” Dick cried out, jerking into him a couple more times before an answering spray filled him deep.

  He blinked a little, arms shaking as he lowered himself on Rock's chest. “Damn."

  Dick pressed down against him, sandwiching him between his two favorite hard bodies.

  "Mmm. Warm.” He hummed, kissed Rock's shoulder.

  "You know it."

  Dick nodded his agreement. “And we'll have cinnamon buns and hot chocolate ready in about twenty minutes."

  "Oh, yum.” He approved.

  "Yeah. And Rock ‘n I can help with the rest of New Year's Eve dinner after."

  "Works for me. It'll be simple.” The black eyed peas were soaking for tomorrow. The ham was done. They'd mostly eat finger foods, feed each other. Goof off.

  "Yeah, but simple is nice."

  "Uh-huh. Nap now.” Rock sounded half asleep already, hand petting him and then Dick.

  "Mmhmm.” His eyes dropped closed, dozing right off.

  Chapter Sixty Three

  Dick finished up the last of the dishes and checked his watch. Eleven thirty p.m. Perfect.

  He could go wake Rig and Rock and the three of them could ring in the New Year together.

  It had been a good day. Lots of food, lots of loving, a bit of fighting that had ended with the three of them making out on the couch and then eating cinnamon buns and drinking hot cocoa like they didn't’ have a care in the world.

  Dinner, hot tubbing, more making out.

  It was no wonder that Rig had fallen asleep with his head in Rock's lap duri
ng the Die Hard DVD marathon.

  Now the place was tidied up, the dishes done, and he had champagne chilling in the freezer, three glasses with strawberries at the bottom on a tray along with a plate of Rig's brownies, still a little bit warm.

  Sweet and simple and the perfect celebration.

  Grabbing the bottle of bubbly, he took up his tray and headed for the living room where Rock was snoring to beat the band as John McClane called out his last “yippy ky-ay, motherfuckers".

  Dick set the stuff down on the coffee table and turned off the movie, making Rock snort and grumble, the bluest eyes on earth blinking open.

  "Hey, I was watching that."

  "You were not—you were snoring,” he accused.

  "I was not. I was watching shit get blown up."

  Dick just grinned and leaned in for a kiss, shutting Rock up the best way there was. Rock's arm landed on his shoulder, tugging him in closer, the kiss going wild and deep, tongue pushing into his lips.

  Moaning, careful not to get a knee in Rig's face, he leaned against the couch, the kiss blowing his mind. Fuck, Rock could make him breathless and fucking needy in no time flat. Rig moaned and he felt a soft kiss to his belly.

  Smiling into the kiss with Rock, he dropped his hand down to slide his fingers through Rig's curls. They were both warm and cozy and sexy and he couldn't think of a better way to spend the last minutes of the year. Rock obviously concurred, because the hand on his shoulder wrapped around his neck, tilting his head to take the kiss even deeper.

  Rig wriggled up, pushing into the kiss, making it a three-way, hands sliding around his waist. He hummed happily, one hand on Rock's shoulder, the other finding Rig's back and stroking along his spine. It tasted good, all three of them together. It tasted right.

  "Mmm. Hey. Hey, y'all.” Rig was smiling, licking and lapping at their lips.

  He settled in next to Rock, Rig soft of straddling the two of them, both him and Rock touching Rig, each other. It was nice and easy and felt really great.

  "I brought champagne with strawberries and fresh brownies to toast the new year in."

  "Perfect.” Rig grinned and leaned in, taking another kiss.

  Smiling himself, he licked at the inside of Rig's mouth, loving the taste of happiness shared between them. Rock's tongue traced their lips where they met, pushing into the kiss. Rig's groan tasted like fucking heaven. The kiss went on and on and eventually they had to break for breath, their noses rubbing together.