Baked

by Sean Michael

  Clay chuckled. "Mmmhmm. Me, too."

  "Love it better if you shifted a bit."

  His butt was given a hard pinch. "Are you saying I'm heavy?"

  "Shit, yes."

  Clay snorted and rolled off him, thumping to the mattress before the hard laughter started. Bean laughed with him, snuggling into the long body.

  "So, steaks, then a wander?" Clay's eyes were already closed, though, even with the suggestion.

  "Nap, steaks, and wander?" He could so stay curled up right here and breathe Clay in.

  "Mmm..." Clay's big hand slid over his body.

  "Yeah. Love -- this. Love this a lot." He shut his mouth, curling harder into Clay.

  "Yeah, babe." Clay's eyes met his. "It's not just this. It's you. Us."

  "Yeah." He cupped Clay's cheek, kept looking in those eyes. "Yeah."

  "Good." The smile he got warmed him to his toes.

  God, his grin felt cheesy, huge. Didn't matter, though; it showed Clay just how he felt.

  "Nap. Then we'll eat." Clay kissed him, sweet and slow.

  He sucked on Clay's tongue for a moment, rubbed noses with the man, and cuddled right back in.

  He was so fucking in love it wasn't funny. The best part was he wasn't alone.

  ***

  There was something insane and wonderful about being in the ocean at dawn.

  They'd gotten up, make some coffee, and headed out with their boards. He sucked, but he was learning, and God knew it wasn't any harder than any other weird-assed thing he'd tried in the service. Just wetter.

  Bean was having a blast, the lean body balancing on the board and moving beautifully as Bean rode the waves. Jesus, the tall fucker was hot. Bean shot him a wide grin, gave him a thumbs up and put his head back and whooped out loud. He chuckled, and that was enough to topple him over, send him crashing into the water again.

  Bean was there to steady his board for him when he finally got himself back up above the waves. "That was a good one!"

  "It was." Damn, this was hard work.

  "You ready to go out again or you need a break?"

  "I can try again, sure." He wasn't a weenie.

  "Cool!" Bean lay down on his board, started swimming it back out into the surf.

  Damn, the man was in fine shape. Clay followed suit, arms burning as he headed out.

  "There's a big one coming," Bean shouted back.

  "Goodie." He chuckled, braced himself.

  Bean laughed, popping up into a crouch on his board. Clay tried to follow along and managed, almost gracefully. Bean was right; the wave they were riding was the biggest he'd tried yet, and he could hear the man hooting and hollering and having a blast. He was shaky, but he was managing, he was doing it.

  "You got it, Clay! Woooo!"

  He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that would blow it for him.

  Bean shot past him, board moving with the wave like Bean was going to take off and actually fly.

  Clay went down, bobbing right back up to the surface. In his head he could hear 'Wipeout' from the old song.

  The waves pushed them right to the shore, and Bean tackled him. "You were awesome!"

  "Yeah? Not totally sucky?"

  "No, you were great!" Bean hugged him tight.

  "Thanks, babe." He squeezed Bean, smiled. "That's some good damn exercise."

  "Yeah. Hungry-making, too. I could eat a fucking horse."

  "No shit there. You want to drive into town for a big breakfast?" There was a little dive that did pancakes and shit.

  "Sounds good. We probably ought to get changed first, huh?"

  "You know it. I just cleaned the interior of my truck." He winked, swatted Bean's butt gently.

  Bean laughed, the sound carefree and happy. "I wouldn't want to mess up your truck, man."

  "You're a good man." They dropped the boards off, rinsed their feet, and headed in.

  "Takes one to know one." Bean bumped hips with him,

  That made him unexpectedly proud, made him beam a little, like a dork.

  "Look at you. Vacation suits you." Bean grinned at him.

  "What? Getting up at the crack of dawn and getting soaked?"

  "I was going to go with spending all this time with me..."

  He dragged Bean into the bathroom, heading for the shower. "You know it, man. You, me, sand, surf, no pressure."

  "Just the right kind of pressure, huh?" Bean wrapped around him.

  "You are." He was stupid for this man.

  Bean nodded. "You, too, man." Then Bean laughed a little and pressed even closer. "Best morning ever."

  "It'll be better with pancakes." They got stripped down, got in the shower, and Clay settled them both together again.

  "Everything's better with pancakes." Bean rubbed happily against him.

  "Mmmhmm." He grabbed the soap, started touching, washing. Bean moved eagerly into his touches, body dancing under the spray. "Pretty, babe." He nibbled Bean's lips, grinning.

  Bean chuckled. "I don't think anyone else has ever called me pretty before."

  "No one else has wanted you like I do." He was pretty sure of that.

  "No, no one ever has. You make me feel like the fucking center of the earth."

  "Good." That was what he wanted to hear.

  "You're good for my soul." It sounded cheesy as hell, but he could see in Bean's eyes that the man meant it.

  "I hope so." As stupid as he was for Bean, it was worthwhile.

  "We're a pair of saps." Bean grinned, not seeming at all concerned about that.

  "We're two guys stupid in love."

  "Yeah." Bean pushed their lips together.

  He let himself kiss for a little while, knowing they didn't have anywhere they had to be. Bean rubbed them together as they kissed, the long prick hard and hot between their bodies. Bean's prick fit perfectly in his hand, the tip hotter than the water.

  "Oh, fuck, Clay. Yeah." Bean nodded, eyes going to slits.

  "Mmm. You deserve a reward for being a patient teacher." He started stroking, base to tip.

  "Uh-huh. Yes, I do." Bean's hips started moving with him, sliding the hot prick along his palm.

  Slow and easy, he jacked that pretty cock, up and down, over and over.

  "Yes. Oh, please. Clay. Fuck." Bean's movements became jerky.

  "Come on, babe. Shoot for me." He could watch that forever.

  "Fuck!" Bean cried out, eyes rolling up into his head as heat splashed up over his hand.

  "Mmm." He supported Bean with one arm, eased the motions of his hand, slowed it down.

  "Guh..." Bean's head lolled against him. "Shit. You melted me."

  "You prob'ly needed it."

  Bean laughed. "Uh-huh. Hot and cold running orgasms."

  "Cold running orgasms..." His nose wrinkled. That didn't sound so great.

  "You want one, man?" Bean began to drop down.

  "Is there a man on earth that would say no?"

  "I don't know. I just care what you say." Bean nipped at the base of his cock, lips warm and teasing.

  "Yes. I say fuck, yes." Surely that was clear enough.

  "Good. I'd hate to have had to bite you." Bean grinned up at him, teeth flashing close to his cock.

  "Watch it..." He snorted, but his cock jerked away.

  Chuckling, Bean wrapped those hot lips around his prick.

  "Fuck, yes. Damn, your mouth."

  Bean didn't tease; the man went right to business, sucking hard. It didn't take long at all. His body knew exactly what to do, and he bucked, driving into that heat. Hands found his ass, encouraging each motion as Bean hummed around his cock, the vibrations making him crazy. He arched, humping for a few, restless times before he shot, knees shaking.

  Bean swallowed him down, hand sliding on his ass, the backs of his thighs.

  "Damn, babe. You rock my world." In the best possible way.

  "Yeah? Well the feeling is absolutely mutual. Especially if there really are pancakes."

  "Pancakes. Ba
con. Coffee." All of the good stuff.

  "That's it. I'm definitely in love."

  "Good."

  And it was.

  All of it.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Bake pulled into the driveway with a sigh, more than ready to have some one-on-one time with Dev. He'd have been happy to have one on two time with both his boys, but Dare would be working 'til at least six again tonight, so for now it would be Dev alone.

  He's spent the day listening to Bean sing Clay's praises, listening to Bean go on and on about how great his vacation had been. It'd left him growly and feeling a little out of touch with his twin. It made him want to lose himself in his sweet and spicy boys.

  He parked next to the little car Clay'd given the boys, frowning. Dare was supposed to take the car because he worked the long hours. Either he was already home, or Dev had batted those pretty little lashes of his again.

  "Hello!" he called out as he went in.

  "Hey." Dev leaned against the doorframe, eyes shadowed and bruised.

  "Sweet boy! You look like hell." And that was no exaggeration.

  "I don't feel so good. Dare let me have the car. Someone's bringing him home tonight."

  He shook his head. "Come on. Shower. Something at that place is making you sick, Dev. It has to be."

  Dev was fine in the mornings, even better when he had a few days off, but whenever he got back from work, he was sick as a dog. That didn't just happen.

  "I showered already. Dare said he'll bring you home supper."

  "Have you eaten?" He put his arm around Dev's shoulders, pulled his boy in close.

  "I did at lunch." Dev cuddled in, hands wrapping around his waist.

  "You want me to warm up some soup or make you a sandwich?" He was no Dare, but he could put together an edible sandwich.

  "No. No, Dare will bring me something. He always does."

  "Then let's go to bed and watch a movie or something, hmm?"

  "Oh, that sounds heavenly." Dev followed him easily, then helped him strip off his work clothes.

  "I think you should have your work tested. Get someone from the EPA in or something, this is serious."

  "Can you do that?"

  "If there's a health risk? I don't see why not!" If there was asbestos or some mold or something in the air, it needed to be dealt with.

  "It just seems weird, but maybe I should." Dev got them both in the bed, snuggled up to him.

  "Not maybe. Definitely. Something where you work is making you sick. Whether you're allergic to one of the exotics or a fertilizer or something in the building itself, this can't go on." He wouldn't let it.

  "I have to work. I've started putting applications around."

  "I know you do, sweet boy. I never suggested that you didn't. But it needs to be somewhere else."

  Dev nodded, cheek on his shoulder. "Yeah. Yeah."

  "Are you feeling better at all?" He stroked Dev's head, his shoulders and back.

  "Mmmhmm. I was really sick earlier, but I'm just tired now."

  "See? You start feeling better when you get away from that place. I think you should quit now."

  "I can't just quit, Bake. I can't. That's totally unfair."

  "But that place is making you sick -- that's not fair, either!" Sometimes you had to be selfish, and if your health was at stake, that was the time.

  "I'll talk to Dare, see what he thinks."

  "He doesn't want you to be sick, either." Bake was sure of that. They'd figure out the money. It wasn't like he was asking his boys to pay rent.

  "No." Dev smiled. "No, Dare is so happy that I'm getting better. He's a good man."

  "You're both good men. I have a plan or two up my sleeve to make you both happy in your work." Now that Bean was back from vacation, he had his twin crunching some numbers. A sweet little place of their own was just what his boys needed.

  "I just don't want to be unhappy, Bake."

  "I know, sweet boy. I think we can find you something that lets you work, be happy, and not be sick." He pressed a kiss to Dev's forehead. Dev was warm but not feverish, not really, and his sweet boy hummed happily for him. "You're feeling better by the moment, aren't you?"

  "I am." Dev smiled up at him, offered him that sweet mouth.

  It proved he was right -- something at Dev's work was making the man sick.

  He pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, but lingering. He deepened it, tongue slipping into Dev's mouth. Devin sucked his tongue, the pressure rhythmic, easy. He pressed close, rubbing easily against all that sweet skin.

  "Mmm. Bake. Love."

  Oh. Love. He drew back to look into the beautiful eyes, and then smiled. Yes, love.

  Leaning in again, he took Dev's mouth, passion flaring. His sweet boy opened up, tongue slipping out to taste him. He sucked on that tongue, his own sliding against it, Dev's fingers tangled in his hair, petting him, holding him close.

  "Make me need, sweet boy." Like nothing ever. There was just something about Dev and Dare that blew everyone else out of the water; hell, forget out of the water, they blew everything else off the planet.

  "Good. Good, you make me happy, make us happy."

  He beamed down at Dev. "You're sure Dare thinks the same?"

  "Of course I do. He's my twin."

  Bake chuckled and nodded. He could understand that. Even if his own twin was acting like a besotted twelve-year old.

  Dev licked at his lips, the touch hot, gentle.

  "My boys, yeah? Both of you."

  "Yes, Bake. Yes, please. Love me?"

  "Always, sweet boy." He pressed a kiss, and then another on Dev, tasting him.

  Sweet, tart, his Dev was edible, and he was drawn into one kiss after another. His hands roamed, traveling over the warm, smooth skin. Dev's hands were enough to make him shudder, fingers on his nipples, on the metal in his right one, on his belly, circling the tip of his cock. Groaning and growling, he worked hard to blow Dev's mind.

  Devin, though, seemed focused, hands working his body, making him twist with pleasure.

  "Sweet boy," he murmured again, entranced by the touches, by the way their need fed off each other.

  "I just want to make us happy." Dev licked down along his belly. "Please, I want to suck you."

  "Yes. Yes, please." God, he loved that, the eagerness.

  "Oh, God. Thank you. Thank you. I love it, the feel of your cock in my mouth."

  "I love it, too." He laughed huskily; he couldn't imagine a man who wouldn't.

  Dev hummed, lapping and licking the tip of his prick, nuzzling him.

  "God, you're so good at that." He was maybe going to have brains leaking out his ears when Dev was done.

  "Thank you. I enjoy it." The entire head was explored, nibbled and lapped and licked.

  Bake ran his hands over Dev's head, stroking his boy's hair. The sensations rushing through him settled happily in his balls. Devin made him ache, and soon he found himself moving, moaning, begging to get into those lips. He kept grabbing Devin's head and letting it go, torn between leading Dev and letting him do what he wanted.

  Finally -- finally -- Dev took him in, sucking him down to the root, the pull and tug amazing.

  "Yes! Fuck!" So good. His head was going to pop right off any second now.

  Dev's head started bobbing, taking him in and in and in. His eyes wanted to shut, but he kept them open, watching, the expression on Dev's face almost as good as... well, okay, not almost as good as the actual sucking, but it did add to his pleasure. So fucking hot. So pretty. All his.

  He started thrusting, hips pushing his cock deeper into Dev's mouth over and over. Dev's fingers wrapped around his hips, tugging him in and in and in while that amazing mouth swallowed. He finally shot, crying out as his own hands wrapped around Dev's head.

  That sweet man took him, took all of him, then the suction gentled. Groaning, he petted Dev's head and relaxed back into the mattress.

  "Look at you two, all lazy in the bed." Dare's vo
ice slipped across the room.