by Chandra Ryan
Damn it. “You should probably give her a call once you get settled. Let her know where you’re going to be for the next couple of days.”
“I must say, I’ve never met anyone so concerned for my girlfriend’s feelings.”
His heart shuddered at the admission. Hank did have a girlfriend. All this chemistry he’d been picking up on had only been in his head.
“Which is kind of a waste of energy, seeing as I don’t have one.”
“Oh.” Numb confusion filled him. He went to gay bars and met men on dating sites to avoid the awkward sexual orientation conversation. He thought Hank would be worth the discomfort, though. “There are a couple bars, but they’re in town. The drive is a bit bumpy here or there, but I’m sure you would be able make the trip on the weekends.”
“I’m not looking for one, either.” He held out his hand as they approached the door but Thom only stared at it in confusion. “Keys?”
“Oh. It’s unlocked.”
All amusement vanished from his features. “What? Why?”
“I live in the middle of nowhere. Why would I need to lock my doors?”
“Somebody shot at you. It seems like locking the doors might be a good idea under the circumstances.”
His face grew warm at the truth. “I didn’t know somebody would try to kill me four days ago, and I’ve been kind of busy recovering in a hospital bed since then.” He’d lock the doors from now on, but he’d be dammed if he took shit for not realizing his life might be in danger.
“Stay here. I’ll check out the house.”
Hank disappeared through the door before he could stop him. Standing out on the porch, propped up by a wall gave him time to think. He couldn’t very well go chasing after the man. His crutches were still in the truck.
What am I doing? He hadn’t been so twisted up by a guy since high school. When he’d been younger, the behavior had been acceptable. He hadn’t come out. Hell, he hadn’t even admitted the truth to himself. He wasn’t a nervous and naive boy any longer.
When he reappeared, Thom said, “I’m attracted to you. I should’ve told you before you offered to stay and help me, but everything happened so fast. The timing never seemed right. Then I wanted you to stay, but not to help me. Which wasn’t fair to you. So I’m telling you. I’m attracted to you.”
Hank stared at him for a second. The shock of the declaration was written on his crinkled brow and his agape mouth. Then he blinked and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Thom’s waist before he leaned forward and kissed him.
The stubble on Hank’s face brushed against his cheek and his lips were firm and demanding. He moaned under the sensual onslaught. When Hank took advantage of the sound to deepen the kiss, Thom’s cock swelled and his heart raced.
“Inside. Now.” The rough words couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a command. One Thom complied with instantly.
They bumped against walls and furniture as Thom guided him to the bedroom. Each time they collided with something, his injury sent a dull streak of pain through him but it also made Hank’s body brushed against his. He’d gladly endure the pain if it brought the pleasure of touching him. The rigid length of his cock rubbing against muscular thighs through the denim made him impatient.
Breaking the kiss, he tugged at his shirt until Hank took over and stripped him of the garment. “Damn.” Hank’s gaze swept down his body making him heady with desire yet self-conscious at the same time.
“Farming is hard word. Ten hours a day working in the fields is better than any gym.” He nodded at Hank’s clothes. “Your turn.” His mouth went dry as Hank pulled his shirt off. Who would’ve guessed the man hid such a ripped physique? “Guess truck driving isn’t half bad, either.”
“Half bad?” Hank smirked. “Really? You’re lucky I’m a confident man.”
He allowed himself to stare at Hank’s body again and then said, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?” He cupped Hank’s denim-encased cock in his palm. “How about we get you undressed so I can kiss them and make it all better?”
Chapter Four
Hank smiled as Thom licked his lips. He didn’t have egocentric tendencies, but he did like to have his ego stroked from time to time and the gesture of appreciation made him giddy. The speed the farmer undressed him with didn’t hurt, either. He stood in front of the man naked in record time. As much as he wanted to feel his cock encased in the other man’s mouth, however, this interlude wasn’t about him.
“Lie down on the bed.” Hank’s voice had become deep and sultry.
He wrapped his hand around Hank’s cock and began stroking him slowly. The delicious friction made his mind fog and forced a low moan out of his throat. “What if I don’t want to lie down?”
“Trust me, you do.”
“What if I want to kneel in front of you and take your amazing cock into my mouth?”
Hank’s knees wanted to buckle under the erotic force of the imagery, but he forced himself to remain standing. “I’d remind you of your recent hospital visit and how you lost quite a bit of blood. Lie down before you pass out.”
“Funny, I don’t feel injured. Maybe because it happened four days ago? And, by the way, they gave me blood at the hospital.” Thom wobbled as knelt in front of him despite the blatant order. A growl rumbled in his chest, but he suppressed it. He had to have human expectations when dealing with a human, and humans were stubborn and difficult as hell.
He took a deep breath and took a step away before the man could get his cock between his lips. “The doctor told you to take it easy and”—he picked Thom up and carried him to the bed—“I’m going to side with the man in the white coat.”
He deposited him on the bed before stripping him of his jeans and boxers. “Worrywart.”
“Are you seriously going to complain?” He straddled Thom’s legs before leaning over. He stopped when his mouth was inches away from the man’s cock. “Do you want me to stop?”
Thom whined and then put a hand behind his head to guide him the rest of the way down to his dick.
“I didn’t think so.” Hank ran his tongue along the hard ridge of his erection before taking him into his mouth. The man’s salty precum burst onto his taste buds and made his own cock swell painfully.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You really go for it, don’t you?” He pulled on Hank’s hair as he shouted out the words.
As much as he would’ve loved to answer, he had his mouth full. The thought made him shake with silent amusement as he took Thom deeper. Yeah, he believed in going after his goals wholeheartedly. If he left anything in reserve, then the objective hadn’t been worth his time. He moaned as the cock hit the back of his throat. The sharp tug on his scalp meant Thom had felt the vibrations.
“Keep the moaning up and I’m going to come down your throat before we’ve had a chance to really enjoy one another.”
They had the next couple of weeks to fully appreciate each other. Right now, he wanted Thom to climax then rest. After the week he’d had, the man needed the endorphins and painkillers the orgasm would give him, and the sleep would help him heal faster than any meds the doctor gave him.
He cradled Thom’s balls in his palm as he continued to work on the man’s cock. As he squeezed, Thom’s back arched and pushed his dick farther down Hank’s throat. The man was close, riding the edge of the climax. He ran his tongue over the head of Thom’s dick before allowing it to slide into the warmth of his mouth once more. This time, he ran his finger along the other man’s perineum until he reached the tight pucker of his anus. When he pushed his finger against the sensitive opening, Thom swore and his warm semen flooded Hank’s mouth.
After he’d swallowed the man’s cum, he licked Thom’s cock one last time and then slid his body over Thom’s as he stretched out over the man.
“You’re pretty amazing,” Thom said after he’d drawn a shaky breath. “Now it’s my turn.”
Hank smiled down as t
he man’s eyelids fluttered with the need to sleep. “Maybe after a nap.”
“I’m not a child.” The words were garbled around a yawn.
“Thank God.” He kissed Thom tenderly then rolled over to lie next to him on the bed.
Thom situated himself so his weight rested on his uninjured side and his ass snuggled into Hank’s painfully erect cock. “You’re being a really overbearing ass about this whole scratch of an injury I got.”
“It wasn’t a scratch. You were shot. By a gun. In front of me.” He ran his palm over the man’s muscle-ridged abdomen. “The only ass I can see in this bed is yours.” He cupped the man’s firm cheek as he reached his goal.
Thom yawned again. “You know what I mean.”
“Back at ya.”
“Asshole.” The word slurred with the onset of sleep.
“All in due time.” Hank smiled as Thom’s breathing took on the rhythm of sleep. He closed his eyes and willed his body to relax. This wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep with a hard-on, and it wouldn’t be the last.
He dreamed of blood and the sound of a gun firing into a black void. The void chased him from one landscape to the next. Safety couldn’t be found as he ran through forests and over the concrete or asphalt surfaces. The burning of a bullet never touched him, but the longer he ran, the more certain his death became.
“Hey!” A hard shake brought him out of the dream into a panicked state of wakefulness with a jolt.
He took a deep breath and forced his muscles to relax. “There are better ways to wake a lover up. Remind me to go over them with you when time allows.”
“You were growling. It kind of freaked me out.”
Of course he’d been growling. The realization didn’t come as a surprise given the nature of his dreams. He had to try harder to keep his emotions hidden, however. “Sorry. Must have been having a nightmare.” He smiled to calm any residual anxiety on Thom’s part. “I’m awake now….” He paused for a moment and then said, “Would you like some coffee?”
Thom punched him in the arm, but it didn’t hurt. Even if he’d been a human, the gesture would’ve still been in the love-tap range. “Tease.”
“What?” He ran a finger down Thom’s arm. When the man’s skin broke out in goose bumps, anticipation filled him. “Did you have something else in mind?”
Thom’s mouth crashed against his in a demanding kiss. Some humans were tentative in his bed. This human, however, moved with purpose. The man knew what he wanted and had a plan to get it. Hank wouldn’t dare to complain about his aggression. He rather enjoyed the feel of Thom’s palm as he cupped his balls. “Coffee is pretty low on my priorities right now,” Thom said as he moved to nuzzle his neck.
A soft grumble fought to break from Hank’s throat at the welcomed sensation. Terror and frustration had warred inside his heart all week. Waiting in a cold, impersonal room while Thom fought to stay alive had been a new circle of hell. Then, trying to stay to himself as he was surrounded by the people of his past for days on end added a new level to the torment. A little sexual release would do him a world of good. Still, he had to remember to keep some control. Thom had made it clear. Growling didn’t do it for him. He swore he’d find out what did turn the man on, however. He’d used every trick he could think of until he found every one of his weaknesses.
Hank tensed under him, but he didn’t try to take control of the moment. The concession made him smile. Hank needed to be in control. Thom had met enough people with his disposition over the years to recognize the type. His relinquishing his precious control made the farmer’s heart race. He stared down at the man for one moment longer before he traced the shell of Hank’s ear with his tongue. His head swam at the tangy bite of salt.
The man overwhelmed his senses. Warmth rolled off his impressive body and the erotic tease of his masculine scent clung to the air around them. Tasting him nearly undid Thom. He had to have more.
Pushing the thin cover off the bed, he stared at the hard planes of muscle currently under him. He hadn’t been with a lot of men over the years. He could count the number of lovers he’d shared his bed with on one hand. Still, he’d been in enough locker rooms to recognize Hank’s body as a treasure of strength and masculinity.
“I believe I owe you one.” He nipped at Hank’s collarbone playfully. Hank tensed again and grabbed the sheets tightly in his hands. Thom enjoyed having an effect on him with such a small touch. He imagined what it would be like when he took the man’s cock in his mouth.
He salivated at the thought. A quick glance at Hank’s dick confirmed he already had a full erection. The tip glistened with a silken drop of his precum. He licked his lips with anticipation but at the sound of a muffled growl his attention jumped back up to Hank’s face.
“Are you going to suck me or stare at me all night?”
“Impatient?” He kept his tone light. Hank’s intensity made him rock hard and left a hungry ache in the pit of his stomach, but it also sent small tremors of nervous energy racing though his body. He’d never been around anyone with such powerful presence.
Hank smiled. The expression held a predatory note. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Good.” He squeezed the man’s ball as he nipped his earlobe. “I like my partners eager.”
Before Hank voiced any reply, Thom caged his body under his and kissed him hard. Flashes of desire pulsed behind his eyes as he rubbed his naked body against Hank’s. He savored the sensation of the coarse hairs surrounding Hank’s cock as they rubbed against body.
He grasped the cheeks of Thom’s ass in his hands and pulled him against his body more tightly. “You feel so damn amazing. It’s driving me insane.”
“I know the feeling.” Careful of his injury, he made his way down Hank’s body. He didn’t want to remind the other man why they hadn’t been doing this earlier. He memorized each inch of the man’s torso as he went, wanting to make sure he remembered this time for the rest of his life. Being a farmer came with a lot of solitary days. Memories made a huge difference.
When he reached Hank’s abdomen, he remembered the other man’s approach. He could take the man in his mouth and suck him off in mere minutes, but he had something else in mind. He started by guiding his tongue over the hard cock. Hank moaned as his dick twitched in appreciation. He smiled as he ran the tip of his tongue over the swollen head.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Hank’s hips pumped in anticipation, but Thom still didn’t take him into his mouth. Instead he lowered a brief kiss to the dark red crown of the erection.
His stomach cramped with desire and nervous energy as he took a deep breath. He didn’t want Hank to fuck his mouth. Sure, eventually, oral sex would be nice. He needed the man to be deeper inside him, though. “Here I thought you wanted my ass.” He wrapped his hand around Hank’s cock as he spoke and squeezed carefully as he pumped rhythmically. “There’s lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer.”
“You’re still recovering.”
“The doctor said I could resume normal activities.” He licked Hank’s dick like an ice cream cone, but didn’t put enough pressure in the touch to give the man release. “Last time I checked, sex is a normal activity.”
“The doctor said you could resume normal activities, but not to push yourself. I was in the room, remember? I don’t think this would be the kind of sex he envisioned.”
“You think he was picturing me having sex?” he teased. “Voyeuristic tendencies are hot. He’s pretty good-looking. I’ve never fucked a doctor.”
The world spun so quickly, it took him a second to realize Hank had picked him up and rolled him over on the bed. His chest pressed into the soft comfort of the mattress instead of the hard, muscular plane of the other man’s body. His disappointment became replaced with excitement when he heard the squeak of the drawer being opened. He’d been teasing about the doctor. He hadn’t meant to hit on some jealous spot. Once he knew the spot existed, though, he made a mental no
te of it.
“You aren’t going to be fucking one for the foreseeable future. Got it?”
One thick finger pressed up against the tight bud of his ass and smeared cold lube over him. He should wait for Hank to prepare him properly but he couldn’t. He pressed back against the finger and moaned as it slid through his tight muscles.
Hank slid the finger in and out of him for a few minutes before he added a second one. The burning sensation of being stretched didn’t detract from the pleasure. If anything, it added an additional level of texture to the movement.
“Got it?” Hank pressed his fingers into him deep enough to find his prostate. His entire body vibrated with pleasure at the touch.
“Yes.” The word came out breathy and he couldn’t be sure if he’d agreed to the man’s terms or to the overwhelming pleasure cascading through him.
“Yes, what?”
How the hell could he be expected to focus on saying what Hank wanted to hear with the man playing with his P-spot? He wanted nothing more than to stay in exactly this position forever. When Hank started to slide his fingers out, however, he found the motivation he’d been lacking a moment ago. “Yes, no doctors for the foreseeable future.”
When the fingers didn’t return, he looked up at the man to find his expression dark and unreadable. “Only doctors?”
They hadn’t even slept together yet. They’d just met, really. The whole conversation seemed a bit premature but Hank apparently needed it. “Nobody else. As long as you’re in my bed. Is an exclusive relationship what you want?”
The predatory smile swept over Hank’s face again. “Yes. As a matter of fact it is.” He pulled a condom out of the package. “I’m clean. We don’t really need this.”
“Everybody says they’re clean. You want in this ass, you wear a condom.”
He shrugged and then slid the latex over his cock. “What I want is to feel your muscles grip me as you convulse in a shattering orgasm, but I get it. We’ll make an appointment to get tested tomorrow.”
He’d never met a man so eager to rush to testing before. The thought of the man’s bare cock fucking him made him light-headed with need. “Tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”
