by L E Franks
Grady bumped Kevin’s shoulder. “Shit, they’re hot. What was Joey saying to you?”
“Nothing much, but damn, he makes my balls ache.”
Grady leaned in close to Kevin. “A good stiff breeze does that to you.”
Kevin slapped him on his shoulder. “That’s mean.”
“Hey don’t hit me, and no it’s not. Truth hurts, my friend.” He rubbed his shoulder, making a face at Kevin. “Besides, when your balls ache, I get to suck your dick.”
“Fuck, now they really ache.” Kevin grabbed his crotch and adjusted his package. “Come on, we need to hit the water again and cool off.”
They splashed around for a bit, pointing out hot guys to each other. The sun was still up but no longer high in the sky. Kevin shot him a look and Grady no longer wanted to be in public, he wanted to be alone and see what happened. They gathered their cooler, stuffing the beach blanket and towels in a bag and headed back to the condo. After chaining his bike, Grady grabbed the cooler and waited for Kevin.
“My liege.” Kevin bowed low, sweeping his arm in an over-exaggerated arc before he latched onto Grady’s hand and led him up the walk to the door. When they were three feet away, Kevin stopped and bowed again. “After you.” His eyes twinkled with merriment as he kissed Grady’s hand.
“You’re a riot. Let’s go in.”
Kevin brought each of Grady’s fingertips to his lips and nibbled on the ends, his eyes smoldering with lust. “I insist, after you.”
Grady laughed. “You’re too funny.”
“I bow to you, m’lord.”
“Fuck, would you?” Grady asked.
Kevin straightened and pushed Grady up against the wall. “Yeah, you open that door and I’ll be on my knees.”
Grady fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking as he worked the key in the lock. He glanced around, making sure the street was still empty. He turned and kissed Kevin, sliding his hands over his friend’s fine ass. “God, I’m so horny.”
Kevin ground against him, “Mmm, you feel good.” The door opened and they slid inside, dropping the ice chest and towels on the ground. The door shut and Kevin had him plastered against the hard wood, his arms held over his head. Kevin’s lips were on Grady’s, his tongue probing deep.
Grady moaned, rocking his hips against Kevin’s. He was on fire, his dick so stiff he needed to get his board shorts off.
He broke off the kiss, his breath coming in gasps. “Kevin, fuck, I’m so hard.”
“I feel ya.”
“Suck me.”
Kevin dropped to his knees and pulled at Grady’s swimsuit as Grady tossed off his shirt. Soon his friend was totally naked, his cock jutting out. He loved the taste of Grady—loved his friend’s salty essence on his tongue, licking Grady’s balls left his knees weak and his body humming.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Kevin nibbled on Grady’s hip, making him jump and squirm.
“God, that tickles.”
Kevin smiled, glad that they’d come to this point. He wanted this more than he cared to admit. He wrapped his lips around Grady’s dick and Grady calmed, moaning as he wove his fingers through Kevin’s hair. Grady didn’t waste any time and cupped the back of Kevin’s head, forcing him to take it deeper.
“Yeah, that’s so good,” Grady crooned.
Kevin sucked hard, humming his pleasure. Grady was leaking pre-come, the taste salty on his tongue. He’d wanted this all day. Hell, he’d wanted this last night. Just thinking about Grady plastered against him as the music throbbed around them at the club made Kevin more excited. Grady began rocking his hips, pushing forward quickly, fucking Kevin’s mouth. He opened his throat, letting Grady slip in further. The scent of his friend filled his nostrils and he breathed in deep, loving the way Grady smelled. Grady kept moving, pressing in hard, his cock at the back of Kevin’s throat. He felt Grady’s balls pull up just before the first shot of semen went down, then Grady pulled out a little, coating Kevin’s tongue. He swallowed, drinking down all that Grady had to give.
He let Grady’s cock slide from his lips, then stood, possessing Grady’s mouth, fucking him with his tongue. They twisted around, Grady guiding Kevin toward the stairs. Grady pushed away then grabbed the back of Kevin’s neck, pulling him close. Their lips mashed together for a quick kiss. Grady’s tongue traced a line up to Kevin’s ear, licking the lobe and biting, his teeth grazing over Kevin’s skin, pulling at his sensitive flesh. He shivered.
“Fuck, so good.”
Grady pushed him to the stairs, plastering him against the wall, pulling at his shirt. “I want you naked.”
Kevin tugged at his clothes, stripping down fast. His cock was so hard he ached. “Condom?”
“Bag on the table,” Grady barked out.
Kevin took two steps, grabbing the bag, dumping it on the table. He found the condom and lube. Grady had his cock in his hands, stroking it back to life. They grinned at each other, lust firing hot between them.
“On the stairs,” Kevin stated. “Turn around. I want to feel your sweet little bubble butt up against my body when I bang into you.”
“God Kevin, you’re fucking amazing.” Grady climbed halfway up the stairs, his ass wagging back and forth, teasing Kevin.
“You want this, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah.” Grady arched his back, his knees wide, putting his ass on display for Kevin to see.
Kevin rolled on the condom then spread lube over the tip, fondling his cock as he watched the show of Grady jacking himself on the stairs, stoking Kevin’s fire hotter. “Stroke yourself harder.”
Grady complied, sitting up a bit as he jacked himself back to life. Kevin tossed the lube onto the stairs next to Grady.
“Finger yourself. I want you to beg for me.”
Grady opened the tube, taking a dollop of lube on his finger, shoving it in his ass. He moaned as he fucked his hole with his finger, putting on a good show. It was almost too much, the sight making him hotter than ever. Kevin stalked forward, slapping Grady on the ass.
“Enough, now it’s my turn to get in deep and make you moan.”
“Baby, fuck me hard. I need you,” Grady panted.
Kevin lined up, sliding his hand over Grady’s hip. “You are one fine man.” He bumped at Grady’s pucker then pushed in, loving the sight of his dick disappearing into Grady’s warm channel. Grady moaned and pushed back, his tight ring of muscles opening easily. They were good together, good enough to satisfy Kevin fully, but would Grady be satisfied enough to stay with him? He pulled out slowly, then pushed in, earning him another moan.
“You like that.”
“Hell yeah, you know I do.” Grady gasped as Kevin pushed in again.
Kevin grabbed onto Grady’s chest and pulled him up, plastering Grady’s back against his body. “I love being inside of you.”
Grady moaned. His head lolled back, resting on Kevin’s shoulder. “So good.”
“Mmmm, good.” Kevin rocked in and out, his hands on Grady’s nipples, pinching and pressing in. They were both breathing hard. Grady was ready to come again, his ass clenching around Kevin’s dick. “Now babe, come now.”
Grady cried out, his body lurching forward as his balls emptied onto the carpet below. The ring of muscles clenching around Kevin’s dick did him in. He came, digging his fingers into the flesh of Grady’s hips, emptying his spunk into the condom deep inside of Grady. He didn’t move for a moment then looked down, staring at the spot where he and Grady were connected. This is right where he wanted to be but everything, including other guys, kept getting in the way.
Spent, he grasped the base of the condom and pulled out. “Hell, you are the best. Come on, let’s go take a shower.”
Grady shook his head, “No, let’s just fall into bed.”
“We’re sandy.”
“Don’t care. We’ll sleep in my bed now then yours later, once we’re clean.”
“The party?”
“We can set an alarm.”
Kevin swallow
ed down the emotions. Grady had claimed his own bed in a different room when they’d shown up yesterday. Now he was ready to share a bed. Maybe there was something more than occasional fucks between them. He wouldn’t push Grady though, the guy was wonderful, but he didn’t like to be forced and that’s one thing Kevin had learned by watching Grady over the years.
If Grady gave him the option, he’d be his boyfriend. They lived in different cities right now, but maybe they could really be together and not just friends with benefits.
CHAPTER NINE
Joey pulled his shirt on, moving to tuck it in when he heard the noise outside. He moved to the window and spied Kevin and Grady goofing with each other. They were so cute together, hell both of them in his bed would be perfect. He reached down and cupped his package.
“What are you doing?” Ted came up behind him and wrapped his hand around Joey’s waist, running it up Joey’s chest to rest on his pecs. “They’re cute. I’d hoped they come.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come just watching them,” Joey moaned.
Kevin and Grady were inside their condo, ripping at each other’s clothes. Their bare chests were so enticing. Ted tweaked Joey’s nipple and he moaned. “Tonight, when they come over here, I want to watch you do Grady while I’m with Kevin.”
“You like watching me, don’t you?” Ted asked.
“Yeah, when you are with a guy, it’s so sexy.”
“How many times have you snuck in and watched?”
“I don’t know.”
Ted snaked his hand down Joey’s torso to his belly, toying with his waistband. “You’re a pervert.” Ted bit Joey’s earlobe, raking his teeth over the soft flesh.
Joey leaned back against Ted warm body, enjoying the heat. He craved that heat—that touch. He didn’t care who the fuck it came from, any hot guy would do. “They are so cute.” The boys across the way hadn’t closed the blinds and they’d left the lights on. Even if they hadn’t turned on the lights, Joey would still be able to see, but with the room illuminated, he was able to watch all of the action without missing a beat. “I like how Grady is fingering his hole,” Joey whispered.
“Sexy, isn’t it. You’d like to be doing that to him, wouldn’t you?”
“I want to be doing that with Kevin. I bet he’s tight.”
Ted licked his neck and laughed. “Of course, he’s young. Tonight, you’ll get your chance to feel him inside and out.”
“Hmm, I want those two guys in our bed tonight.”
“Our bed?” Ted asked.
“Our bed – your bed.” Joey shrugged. “You have a king, we’ll do something in there.”
“What the hell?” Carlo stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him. “I said to leave them alone.” Carlo moved to close the blinds but stopped, transfixed by the Kevin and Grady show. Their sex was so beautiful, like poetry in motion and even the stuck-up prig Carlo had become couldn’t keep from watching. Carlo groaned, then grabbed the string for the blinds, pulling them closed. “No watching them and no touching them. They aren’t here for your pleasure.”
“Come on, we won’t hurt them,” Joey whined.
“I said no,” Carlo repeated before heading upstairs. He was pissed that Ted and Joey were still trailing after the two twinks. If they messed up and the boys across the way found out what they were, Angelo would freak. If Angelo showed up at this house, he would never get the scent to go away. Carlo’s phone rang, breaking him out of his musings. He cursed before answering, not checking the caller ID. “Carlo here.”
“Carlo, glad to catch you.” Angelo’s silky smooth voice slid over Carlo like warm honey, leaving him feeling uncomfortable.
“Angelo.” He kept his voice crisp, trying like hell to ignore his inner wolf who was choosing that moment to stir.
“We need to get together to discuss some family business. Can I come by later?”
“No.”
“Come on, it’s your birthday.”
“Exactly!” Carlo dropped to a chair and hung his head, staring at the floor. “Angelo—” he choked up, wishing things were different. Where had they gone wrong? He hadn’t meant to have this distance between the two of them, but it seemed like there was nothing he could do to get back on a track where they could at least be friends. “Why don’t you just send me an email?” Silence hung on the line and for a moment, Carlo thought Angelo had hung up.
“I want to see you.”
“Why? So you can rip me a new one?” Carlo bit back, hoping his nasty attitude would keep Angelo away.
“I’ll be there tonight and we can talk. ‘Bye Carlo.”
He almost flung his new phone across the room, instead he pocketed the device before storming back to Joey and Ted. They were watching the boys across the way, again. Fucking idiots.
Heat filled Carlo’s face. “Those two twinks are not allowed in this house tonight.”
“You can’t fucking tell us who can come over,” Joey growled.
“Actually, I can. Deal with it.” Carlo stalked through the kitchen and was almost out the door when he heard Joey speak.
“Damn, what’s wrong with him?”
“It’ll be okay,” Ted mumbled.
That was the problem, he didn’t know if it would ever be okay. First Angelo, then the pack, and now Ted and Joey wanting to fuck with the twinks. His life was more complicated than ever. All he wanted was some peace. Was that so much to ask for? Fuck it, he just needed to go for a run, the rest of this shit could just take care of itself.
He raced out the back door, tossing his shoes on a lounge chair and depositing his socks on top. The sun sat heavy in the sky, the surf rising, but he needed the connection with nature. His rhythm steadied, his breathing evened as he ran down the beach, clearing his mind. Most of the tourists had cleared off the beach, but there were still a few stragglers, hanging onto the late afternoon rays of sun and photographers snapping shots.
Two dogs were on the beach in his path, he veered a bit lower, running in the surf. The second the dogs caught his scent, he knew. One dog, the little one, started barking. The big one, a golden, ran back to his master. Carlo laughed and kept running.
This was exactly what he needed. The desire to shift raced through him, but he ignored the wolf, keeping his true self in check. Angelo and he used to run this stretch when they were younger. Of course they ran at midnight and in wolf form, but that was long ago. Reluctantly, he turned around, knowing he needed to get back to the beach house and dress for the party with Ted and Joey. The last person in the world he wanted to see would drop by at some point tonight, but maybe he’d be so drunk he didn’t mind.
Hopefully, he could hold it together in Angelo’s presence. He didn’t need or want the bastard to rip into him. Dinner had gone so badly, he wished he never had to see Angelo again. But living here, on Hilton Head Island, he would eventually run into the pack—he just wished it didn’t have to be on his birthday.
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Ted pulled the first two apple pies out of the oven, setting them on the stove to cool before sliding the next two in to bake. Joey had continued to drink throughout the party prep. They were figuring twenty-five or thirty pack members would show up to celebrate Carlo’s birthday, though Joey thought it would be closer to fifty if they were in the mood to celebrate.
Carlo stopped in the middle of the kitchen, his head wet from a shower. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Your party, don’t you remember?”
“Fuck,” Carlo scrubbed at his wet hair, “it’s not a big party. Just us, right?”
“Are you kidding? I invited the entire pack,” Joey spit back.
“Shit, you did not invite Angelo?”
“Yeah, Angelo and Francesca, Bella and Jeanette. All your favorite people.”
“Jeanette?” Carlo closed his eyes, pain flashing across his face. “You had to invite Jeanette. She is going to murder me when she gets here.”
Joey shrugged, “Probably, besides, what�
�s wrong with inviting everyone? You can’t hide out forever.”
Carlo grunted, finally looking closely at the party preparations underway. Ted was working rub into ribs and Joey was mixing a marinade for the steaks. He zeroed in on the pies.
“Pie is good.” He sidled closer to the stove, side stepping Joey.
Ted grunted and watched him out of the corner of his eye. “Yup.”
“Apple?” Carlo moved closer, filling his senses with the apples, cinnamon, sugar, and butter.
“No.” Ted crossed his arms over his chest.
