by BA Tortuga
Good thing he was intending to take a little break and explore this relationship, wasn’t it?
He was handed two sausage biscuits wrapped in paper towels and then they were on the road again, crossing Glenwood Canyon and its river.
“We’re going white water rafting, Mr. Simon! And we’re going swimming. And we’re going to learn about wildflowers!” Chloe was over the moon.
“You’re going to tell them not to put us in separate cabins, right Daddy? And you’re going to tell them we can call you if we need to?” Oh, Mickey didn’t sound quite as excited as her sister.
“Of course, baby. I would never make you stay if you didn’t want to. You have your little tablet, right? They said you could charge it in the dining hall for when you had off-hours.”
He would bet Mickey was the “stay in her cabin—or tent or whatever—and draw and write music” type. Not all the time, but she was like him. She needed alone time to recharge.
Chloe, on the other hand, would go and go and go until she dropped, which was also, weirdly like him.
He grinned. Now he was seeing things where they probably weren’t. Simon munched his biscuits, which were so damn good.
The drive was stunning, and Glenwood Springs was beautiful, this adorable little town with… “Is that a pool?”
“Hot springs pool, yeah. We can come out, go one afternoon.”
“I would love that.” Maybe in the evening it wouldn’t be too crowded. Right now it looked slammed. Of course a hat and sunglasses did wonders. Maybe a dark T-shirt to cover his ink. That could be noticeable, to a fan.
He never knew when someone would pop out of the woodwork who had his whole body memorized. It could be really weird.
Especially when the one he wanted to have him memorized was sitting beside him.
“Earth to Simon.”
“Huh? What did I miss?” Simon licked crumbs off his fingers.
“I was saying we could come out one evening, eat at the steakhouse and come soak after.”
“That sounds really nice.” It did. He would figure out the incognito thing. This didn’t look like where his fanbase would live…
“Cool.” Michael grinned at him as they continued through town and up another mountain trail. “Are you ready, girls?”
“I am!” Chloe threw up her arms to do a little interpretive dance.
Mickey nodded more slowly. “I’m good.”
“You’ll have fun. You loved it last year, remember?” Michael didn’t seem worried in the least.
“I know. But Kirby isn’t going to be here this year.”
Simon glanced at Michael, who made an ah-ha kind of noise. “Well, I bet you meet someone you like just as much.”
“I’ll keep you company, Mickey,” Chloe said. “Aimee isn’t coming either.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky swear.”
Then there was an unintelligible string of what had to be twin-speak.
Michael shook his head but didn’t say a word. They pulled into a charming little camp, and soon the girls were off in a flurry of tears and laughter, a dozen little girls squealing when they saw the twins. One of the counselors seemed to recognize him, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stayed quiet.
So did the counselor. People often convinced themselves they were wrong when he didn’t stare back.
They unloaded bags, and then they were off, Michael laughing as soon as they were out of sight. “So much energy.”
“They were ramped up, for sure.”
“They’ll be fine. They have each other, and as casual as Chloe seems? You make her sister cry, and she will destroy you and pick her teeth with your bones.”
“I like that. Stevie is actually that way. She seems all fragile and a little self-centered, but she’s fierce when someone is too much for me.” He put his hand on Michael’s leg. “So what’s the plan?”
“I thought we could stop at the store and buy a good bottle of wine and a couple of nice steaks on the way home.”
“Now that’s a plan I can find love for.” He adored a good wine, and he didn’t get to indulge when he was on the road.
“Right? We can be adults, clink glasses together and everything.”
“Oh, you have glasses that clink?” Simon teased. “I’m impressed.”
“Oh, I have glass clinkers and acrylic clinkers for the backyard even.”
“Look at you.” He chuckled. “I think all my glasses have come from events.”
“Yeah? Like merchandise or gifts?”
“Yep.” Simon shook his head wryly. “You should see these crazy prize packs I get when I do award shows. I mean, who needs that much shit?” He’d always thought giving people who had plenty of money to buy their own luxuries more crap was weird. “I finally put in a rider that says I’d rather they make a charitable donation in my name, but I still get stuff.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” Michael chuckled softly. “The perils of being a superstar.”
“It’s one of the stranger things, yeah. That and the super, uh, ardent fans.” Sometimes that was the scary part too.
“Yeah, that’s a little creepy. Seriously.” Michael shot him a glance. “No one’s ever hurt you, have they?”
“Not really. I did have one male fan who managed to get through security and knock me down, but that was just a sore butt and a few nightmares…” He shuddered.
“That’s scary. Do you have, like, a security guy to help you out?”
Michael made him happy, because there was this innocence, this simplicity that suited the man to the ground.
“I do. I didn’t bring an entourage this time because of Stevie, and the Leanin’ N is so isolated.” He felt that itch between his shoulder blades, though, now that he was out in a slightly bigger place, though Glenwood was safer than Aspen, he would bet.
“Well, there’s no one on the ranch here, and Aspen has lots of famous folks. They like it there.”
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to just hanging out with you, among other things.” He gave Michael a long once-over.
“I’m in.” God, how could those two tiny words hold so much in them?
“Mmm.” He leaned over. “I can’t wait.”
Michael’s breath caught. “We could go to the grocery later. Brand-new City Market in Carbondale.”
“Take me home, then.” Adult time had begun.
“Works for me.” Michael was flushed, and he kept licking his lips.
“Oh, good.” He watched that pink tongue, his cock firming right up. Simon wanted Michael. Badly. “I want to sink into you, baby. I want to take you.”
“God, Simon…” Michael’s moan slipped out.
“You keep us on the road, babe. I’ll do the talking.” He hummed. “I want to feel you all around me. Hot. Tight.”
Michael’s hands clenched around the steering wheel, hard enough to squeak.
That was hotter than anything even Michael had done before. Which, considering what they’d tried when they were younger, was pretty amazing.
“I’m going to fill you up, make you scream just because I can.”
“God.” Michael burst out with it, cheeks red. “Making me crazy, Simon.”
“Drive, babe. Get us home so I can give you what you need.”
“Yes.” Michael got the big SUV moving, and Simon would pay to have him as a driver any day. He was good at this canyon.
He couldn’t believe how beautiful it was here—rivers and sky, the mountains cradling them. This was heaven.
The drive was over way quicker than it had been going, and Michael parked, then grabbed him for a kiss that stole his breath. Oh, yes.
There was that edge, that hunger that Michael kept hidden from him. He loved the look in those blue eyes, the way Michael seemed to be focused only on him. He’d had adoring fans for years, but none of them wanted to know him. Michael did.
“Inside. I want to do this in my bed.”
Oh hell, yes. He was all in.
Simon
took Michael’s hand, leading him to the door. There was nowhere for a photog to hide around here, so he had no worries about it. Not one.
Michael’s bedroom was cool and dark with the blackout curtains, and the sound of his lover’s boots hitting the floor suited him to the bone. He kicked off his shoes, then moved to unbuckle Michael’s belt. The buckle was utilitarian now. Not nearly as shiny as what he called his dress buckle. It bore the name of a feed store.
Michael stripped off his T-shirt, and then grabbed Simon’s, pulling it out of his waistband. “Need to see you.”
Simon raised his arms, pleased that his ribs barely pulled. “You have five seconds before I have to touch you.”
Michael’s laugh was husky and happy, tearing his shirt clean off before those hot hands were on his chest. He returned the favor, sliding his hands up Michael’s much fuzzier pelt, and they came together for a scorching kiss.
Michael took his mouth like he was storming a beach, tongue fucking his lips in the best possible way. It almost burned, it was so desperate between them.
Rocking his hips, Simon explored Michael’s shoulder, then chest with his fingertips, then pulled back to breathe. He followed his fingers with his lips moments later.
“Damn, you’re on fire, Michael.” He grinned, dragging his lips on Michael’s skin.
“Burning up. Your fault.”
“Is it?” He would take that and run with it. He wrapped his lips around one pink nipple, then sucked a little. He’d bet he could make it swollen and hot, remind Michael what they’d gotten up to, all day when his shirt rubbed there.
Simon nibbled, then sucked harder, loving the way Michael groaned for him, the way those long fingers tangled in his hair.
For someone who had lost so many years of experience, Michael hadn’t missed a beat. He was so sensual, so ready to explore and improvise.
Simon flicked the little nub with his tongue, testing to see how sensitive Michael was now.
Michael’s fingers tangled harder in his hair, and the cry he got was short and sweet.
Perfect.
Simon moved to the other nipple, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers.
“Simon. Babe. I—fuck, you make me hard as a rock.”
“I can feel it, honey. I’m going to suck it so good before I have you.” He reached down with his free hand to stroke Michael a couple of times, the hardness he found so amazing.
Michael bit off a groan, and Simon shook his head. “Not today. Today you get to be loud, baby. Today you get to sing for me.”
“Promise?”
Fuck, yes. He would take everything he could get. He nodded to Michael. “I promise, baby.”
“Okay.” Michael let out a long sigh, the sound happy as hell. “Do your worst.”
Simon chuckled, licking his way down Michael’s belly. “My best, you’ll see.”
“I feel like a virgin, all over again. Not in a bad way.”
“I hope none of this is bad.” He licked the head of that fine cock, catching drops of salt on his tongue.
“None of it is—God, please. You have a mouth worth begging for.”
Simon smiled up at Michael before sliding his mouth down over that rigid dick, lips sealing as he pushed as far as he could with one smooth motion. Man, that was gonna take some work to get all the way in.
It didn’t take much before Michael was singing for him, the best type of song—need and passion, sex and raw desire.
Bobbing up and down, Simon licked and sucked, getting Michael wet, really going to town. He wanted Michael ready to go off like a rocket before he went for the condoms and lube.
He intended to make his lover shoot so hard that Michael never forgot this time.
“Simon.” Michael wiggled and tugged and eventually started to thrust, fucking his mouth, which made him moan.
He slicked one finger with spit, then pressed in, spearing Michael’s hole, knowing Michael felt it.
“Uhn!” That tight ring of muscle clamped down on him, Michael’s cock jerking in his mouth. More drops of need slid over his tongue, and he knew his lover was close. Just a little more teasing…
Michael’s cock swelled, and he immediately pulled away, Michael’s desperate cry sharp on the air.
“Shh.” He tugged Michael’s balls down away from his body. “You can take it, honey. I swear. Gonna fuck you before you come.”
“Need you so bad.”
Simon understood that, balls to bones. He hurt, he wanted Michael desperately, but this man was worth taking the time. He was so much more than a quick fuck. “Soon, baby. I swear, you’re going to feel so good around me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, inside me.” Michael grunted and arched, trying to get his touch back on that hard dick, which was almost purple. “The stuff. It’s in the nightstand.”
“Oh, right. Good call.” He leaned over to rummage for it, the tube of lube a nice size for all the things he had in mind this week. He gloved up first so when Michael was ready for him, he didn’t have to hesitate.
Michael watched him, those blue eyes laser-focused and hot as fire. “Want that.”
“Not yet.” He got his fingers slick. “I want you good and open so we can ride hard.”
“The things you say.” That was so not a complaint.
“I love this. I love being naked with you, touching you.” Simon kissed Michael’s cock. “And I want you to know that.” He’d had a few stoic, quiet lovers. That could hurt.
“Thank you.” Michael’s touch to his hair was gentle, so careful, if a little shaky. “God, I’ve thought about you…so many times. My first—I’d never been brave enough to try before you.”
“I’m not sorry about that.” He pushed a finger against Michael’s hole, spreading around some of the lube so he could start with two when he actually pressed inside.
“No. No, I’m not sorry at all. I need you. I want to know.”
And Simon intended to give, so it was all good.
Michael grinned at him, spreading those long legs wide, and Simon knew they couldn’t wait anymore. He slid his two fingers into that little hole just a few inches, testing the muscles. Michael was deliciously tight, the ring holding him, trying to keep him in deep. He couldn’t imagine how they would feel around his cock.
He was about to find out. Simon pushed deeper, then pulled back, making sure Michael was good and wet. Then he slicked his prick. “Tell me you want this.”
Michael huffed out a hard puff of air. “I want it. You. Bad.”
“Good. God, Michael. Now.” Simon muscled himself into position between Michael’s thighs. Michael spread for him, stretching up tall, toes curling.
“Love how you look like this. All golden and beautiful.” He flexed his hips, rubbing his cock against that slick entrance.
“Not a kid anymore, for sure.”
“No. No, you’re all man. My cowboy. Damn, you’re something.” Simon pushed in a little, feeling Michael open for him.
Michael’s groan was sweet as wine on his tongue, and Simon answered it with a sigh of his own. Tight, hot, and such a perfect fit, Michael was a dream come true. One he would never get over.
He held Michael’s gaze as he slowly eased in, making tiny little punches with his hips.
Michael grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling, making them slap together. The forcefulness surprised him and turned him on, at the same time. Hot.
Simon groaned, his whole body going on high alert. “Oh, honey.”
“Yes. Ain’t going to break.” Michael rolled up on his elbows and bore down with a growl.
“No. No, I know. I just—” His breath whooshed out, and Simon started moving, his rocking hard. They could chat after, have a nice long talk about whatever. Not now.
Now was all about feeling.
Michael held him, pulling at him to get more, harder, the friction making Simon grit his teeth.
“Fuck. Fuck, it’s good.” There was no give in this—they fought the world.
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��Yeah. Yeah, babe. Need more.” Simon watched Michael’s face, the flushed cheeks and dazed eyes so freaking amazing.
“Take it. I’m yours.” God, he wished. He wanted it to be so.
Simon nodded, moving his hips, feeling the heat of Michael’s body around him, the strength of Michael’s body beneath him. He moved faster, working his hips back and forth, panting with the effort.
Michael’s fingers dug into his ass, squeezing hard, adding that much more torque.
“Uhn.” Fire shot up his spine into his brain, his asscheeks clenching as he thrust. They were cooking with gas now.
“Yeah. Yeah. Right fucking there.” Michael clenched around him so tight he couldn’t move for a second, couldn’t breathe. Jesus, Michael was killing him. In the best way ever. “Soon. I can’t…soon, Simon.”
He loved the sound of his name in Michael’s husky voice.
“I got you. I’m with you.” He was. His balls had pulled up tight, and he could feel his orgasm in his brain ready to go off like fireworks.
He reached down and grabbed Michael’s leaking cock, stroking it hard from base to tip, and fuck him, he felt that all around him. Every move he made got an equal reaction from Michael, his lover so sensitive, so in tune with him. He sawed back and forth, so close, but he knew he could hold on now as long as Michael needed him to. This was too magical.
Michael sucked in a breath, then that washboard belly tightened up, the ring of muscles around his cock clenched.
That was it. He knew it. Simon slammed into Michael, groaning as he shot hard enough to rattle his teeth. He wanted to touch Michael, stroke that fine cock, but all he could do was shake.
Michael pumped himself—once, twice, and then a harsh cry filled the air, and he could feel it all around him as Michael shot. That pressure around his dick squeezed another couple of spasms out of him, and he had to grit his teeth against a shout. The girls weren’t there, though, so Simon let it out, roaring his pleasure.
Michael blinked at him, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as they floated down.
“Mmm.” Catching that tongue, Simon tangled it with his in a slow, sloppy kiss.
“Uh-huh…” Michael’s expression was pure, fucking bliss.
“Mmm.” Simon just lowered himself down. They could stick together and stink to high heaven of sex. The dog wouldn’t care.
