Corpus Christi

by

Sean Michael

Amber Quill Press, LLC
http://www.amberquill.com

Corpus Christi
An Amber Quill Press Book

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Copyright © 2015 by Sean Michael
ISBN 978-1-68175-013-2
Cover Art © 2015 Trace Edward Zaber

Published in the United States of America

Also by Sean Michael

Art And Snowflakes
Blue Collar
Carved In Wood
Crouching Vegan, Hidden Werewolf
Digging For Gold
Dirty Kisses
Full Disclosure
The Good Life
Into The Looking Glass
Living The Dream
Making Your Own Luck
The Moon
No Regrets
Office Hours
Recipe For Love
Revving It Up
Royal Line
Serving Mr. Right
Silver Edges
Spot The Difference
Wallflowers
Welcome Home
The Wizard And The Thief
Working It Out
Working To Win

CORPUS CHRISTI

It felt strange wearing nothing but civilian clothes. It felt really strange not having the base to go back to, his bunk in unmarried quarters no longer his own.

Funny how one thing Jeff and all the guys groused about was not having a room to themselves, and here he was in Florence Mae's Boarding House with a room all to himself. He found it lonely and too quiet of snores and sniffles and the smell of other men sleeping.

He didn't know who Florence Mae was, but she sure didn't own the boarding house anymore. Now it was owned by a chubby guy who made great chili and lots of it. Thing was, that's all that was made for supper, and while you could have as much as you could eat, after a couple of days of it, Jeff just couldn't eat any more.

So after a day of testing out at the DEA's Corpus field office, he went to find a diner or bar or somewhere he could get a warm meal that wasn't too expensive and wasn't chili.

The touch of the wind on his scalp was familiar at least. He'd spent the last two years of his five-year stint in the Navy at the Podunct Naval Base. It had been an easy decision to find something here, given he had no reason to go home.

He missed the easy camaraderie of the barracks, even if some of the guys were assholes. The world felt a lot bigger when you faced it on your own.

He followed the Kennedy Causeway south toward Padre Island, looking idly for somewhere clean and decent and not frou-frou. He saw a bunch of trucks at a little place called The King's Sword. Looked busy enough, decent, and the sign out front offered burgers and beer.

Worked for him.

Jeff let himself in, the smell of smoke and beer hitting him as opened the door. He snagged a little table in a corner, and sat with his back to the wall, looking around. The place wasn't big, was homey and simple. Little bar. Little dance floor. Little stage with a trio of cowboys setting up.

Funny, you'd expect at least a few chicks out on a Friday night.

The waiter was a young guy in jeans and a T-shirt with a cowboy hat tilted back off his face. "Hey, stud, what'll it be?"

He blinked. "Um...a draft and burger, please."

"A tall cold one like yourself? And you want that burger with the works? Fries on the side?"

Jeff blinked some more and nodded. The guy was coming on to him. Or flirting anyway.

The cowboys on the stage got settled--two guitars and a fiddle. They must not suck because the bar went wild, hooting and clapping. One tall redheaded cowboy leaned toward the mike, smiling. "Howdy, y'all. Happy Friday." Man, talk about a drawl.

His waiter brought over his beer and gave it to him along with a wink. "You're in for a good time tonight."

Jeff buried his face in the beer.

The music wasn't earth shattering, but it was good and everyone knew all the words. At one point, the redhead took off his hat and the bar hollered, "Take it off, Hunter! Take it all off!"

They got a sexy little laugh and the finger, those eyes bright green in the lights.

Jeff's burger was delivered while he watched, and his waiter pouted at him. "Oh, now you've seen Hunter in action a poor serving boy doesn't stand a chance."

He looked up, frowning.

"Oh, don't worry, honey. I'm only teasing you. You want another beer?"

He nodded, eyes going back to the band and Hunter. The man was older, skin tanned and leathery, red hair left sort of long, curling around the black collar of his shirt. The jeans were old, ragged, drawing attention to long, long legs. Man, those legs went on forever.

Jeff spread his own legs as his prick started to fill. Damn, he was looking too hard. He turned his attention to his burger, spreading on some A.1.

The music went on a good while, Hunter singing. The songs were mostly funny, a couple of slow ones thrown in. Then the band stopped, took a break, and those long legs headed through the place, toward the bar.

Oh, the man's ass was something else. A tight, high little cowboy butt. Jeff bet those ass cheeks would feel real nice in his hands. He shoved a few fries in his mouth, trying to think about something else. Like how tired he was going to be on Monday when the physical tests started.

Of course, when that tight, high little ass headed his way he wasn't thinking about Monday at all. "Hey, sailor. You mind if I share? The place is packed."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. How did you know I was a sailor?" Jeff swallowed, glad the table hid his body's reaction.

He got a warm, sexy grin. "The soldiers only come during spring break and airmen aren't built like you."

One square, calloused hand was offered over as Hunter sat. "Hunter Hawkes."

"Jeff Wilson," he replied, shaking. "But you knew I was in the service."

Those green eyes danced, smiled. "Just a good guess. Hair, build, BDU tan line, you're still wearing your dog tags."

"Oh." He had to fight a blush--he didn't blush, he was in the Navy for fuck's sake. His hand went to them automatically. "Habit."

"I bet." Hunter relaxed back, sucked on a longneck. "How long you been in?"

"Just got out, actually. Finished my tour. Five years." Jeff couldn't help watch the way Hunter drank out of that bottle.

"Congrats! Let me buy you a beer!" That throat worked, drinking the beer down.

"Okay, thanks." Damn, Hunter was fine for an older guy. Actually, he was pretty fine, period.

Hunter motioned to the server. "Another round here, Billy? On my tab."

"Oh, you do know how to pick them, Hunter. I've had my eye on this boy all night." He got another wink from the waiter and a flounce as the guy left.

Hunter rolled his eyes and grinned. "Don't mind Billy. He's a bit of a whore, but a good guy."

Jeff nearly choked on his mouthful of beer. He was starting to wonder about this place. Especially as there still weren't any woman around. Of course, when the couple in front of them shared a long, passionate kiss he stopped wondering.

He tried not to stare. He really did. But when he'd heard of places like this he'd kind of thought they were urban legends and didn't really exist. It was funny actually, that he'd managed to walk into the place by accident. God, that meant Hunter thought he was. And Billy. And everyone else here.

Of course, they wouldn't be wrong.

Hunter smiled over at him. "You look like you've walked into never-never land."

Jeff chuckled, covering his nerves, his surprise. "It's just different being out of the service."

"No shit. I did my five years in the Army. I know how it is."

"Yeah? Did you see any action?"

"Nah. I was a paper-pusher. It was good experience, though."

"Cool. So now you're a singer? You guys are pretty good. Lots of fun."

"Oh, I just sing on Friday nights. My day job? I make and sell custom blades." Hunter grinned. "This is just fun."

"Custom blades? No shit. That sounds cool." Here was somewhere he felt a little more surefooted.

"No shit. Swords, folders, double-edged. The whole thing."

"Cool." It sounded like a great job.

"It is. You ought to come out. I'm downtown at Hunter's Blades. It's a great little shop."

"Yeah? I'd like that." If he got out early one day next week he'd have something to do. And a good-looking man to visit.

"Me, too." Hunter dug in a pocket, pulled out a business card and scrawled a number on the back. "My cell."

"In case I'm looking for a knife outside of business hours?"

"In case you're looking for a knifemaker." Hunter winked. "Break's over."

"Well, it was nice to meet you. And who knows, you might get lucky--maybe I'll call you."

Hunter chuckled. "You'll call. If for no other reason than to look at the knives."

Jeff grinned, the beer and Hunter's smile making him bold. "You hope."

Those bright eyes dragged over him and he got a nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Nice to meet you, Jeff."

"You, too."

Soon as Hunter left, Jeff sank against the back of his booth, not amazed at his brazenness so much as at Hunter's reaction to it.

He had another beer and watched another hour of Hunter and his fellow cowboys playing, then settled his tab and made his way out. It was a pretty good start to his first weekend as a civilian.

* * * *

Hunter turned the sander off and blew the dust from the handle of the bowie. Oh. That's pretty. He put it in the pile of blades to hand-sand while he sat and watched the store.

He carried the blades up to the front, leaving them behind the cash register, singing nice and low. The bell over the door rang, announcing a customer, and he looked up to find the kid from The Sword.

"Afternoon, man. How goes?" What was the kid's name?

Jess. Jim. Jack. Joe.

Jeff.

Jeff.

He got a bright smile. "Good. You?"

"Doing fine. Come on in, look around."

Jeff wandered, looking at the knives and swords, winding up at the cash register, looking at him.

"How's your week going?" Hunter took a long look. The kid was something else. Hot.

The dark hair was short, regulation cut, blue eyes shining. All set on a body by Atlas, the kid was built, almost as tall as he was, but probably had seventy pounds on him, all in muscle. And for all the kid was just out after his five year tour, Jeff looked about as green as he could be. Hunter could just eat Jeff right up.

"Good. I'm running some tests, hoping for a job. They're keeping me pretty busy, but I got off early today."

"I'm glad you came by." He grinned and nodded toward one of the stools. "So what did you do in the service?"

Jeff sat. "I was ears. Sonar, radar, you name it."

"Yeah? Cool. You want a Coke?"

A blow job?

Nice fuck with an old man?

"Sure, thanks. I'm not taking you away from anything, am I?" Those blue eyes were just shining at him.

"Nope. Just sanding. I can talk and get to know you at the same time." He walked to the back, grabbed two cans, and handed one over.

"Thanks." Jeff's fingers lingered on his. Warm. Like those eyes.

"Any time." He nodded, smiling. "Any time at all."

"So how'd you get into knives?"

"My dad, believe it or not. He made low-level stuff, taught me the basics, then I studied and practiced. Made a few in the service. Got out and started the store." Hunter grinned. The first five years, he'd had shit blades, shit money, but it was better now.

"Cool. Takes confidence to open a store like that on your own, selling the product of your own hands."

"Well, that and really wanting my own collection. Knife throwing? A serious hobby of mine."

"Yeah? You got lots of scars and stuff?"

"You know it." He held his arms out, the skin nicked and sliced, scarred and marked.

"Wow." Jeff reached out, fingers sliding over his skin, stopping to trace the scars.

He nodded, humming softly at the touch. "Hell of a business."

"You must like it to stick it out despite this." Jeff grinned suddenly. "Either that or you keep thinking you're going to get better at it."

"Oh, ho! Look now, smart-ass. There's no new marks, are there?"

"Well, none that I can see," Jeff murmured, a sweet mix of cocky and shy.

Hunter grinned and shrugged his T-shirt off, just like that. "See?"

Jeff's eyes slid along his chest like a physical touch. "I do see."

He turned, giving Jeff a good, long look. "What do you think?"

"I think you're a fine specimen of a man."

He blushed, dipping his head. "Coming from you? That's quite a compliment."

Jeff sat a little straighter, puffing up a little for him. "Thank you."

"Just the truth." Hunter let himself admire. Pretty, pretty boy.

Jeff colored a little under his gaze, but those blue eyes were warm, admiring right back.

He put his shirt back on, taking his time. "So where are you from, sailor? Tell me about you."

"Well, my folks are from Kansas. Very straight and narrow salt of the earth kind of people. But small towns where everyone knows everyone else's business aren't my thing. I don't exactly fit in."

"I don't imagine so. You're...noticeable."

"I like that you're noticing." Jeff was adorable, a mixture of bravado and doubt.

"I'd like to do more than notice." Hunter let Jeff decide how much to read into that.

Jeff's gaze was glued to his. "Me, too."

He licked his lips, nodding. "I live in the loft upstairs, if you're interested in taking this conversation somewhere more private."

"What about your store?" Jeff asked, standing, moving toward him.

"Good thing about owning your own." He picked up the "Gone fishin'" sign and locked the front door. "You pick your hours."

"Cool."

Jeff followed him, close but not crowding him. Not yet, anyway. He led Jeff upstairs, turning at the top to look back, smiling. "I'm going to kiss you."

"I sure hope so."

Hunter reached out, tilted Jeff's face and took a long, slow kiss. Oh, yeah. Strong. Male. Hot. Good. Jeff whimpered and suddenly Hunter found himself pressed against the wall, Jeff eager and hot, strong, untutored. He met that strength head-on, opening, offering Jeff a taste. His mouth was filled with a moan first, then Jeff's tongue swept through, plundering.

Oh, fuck. The kid was hungry. Hunter appreciated that in a man. He wrapped one hand around Jeff's neck, pulled them closer together. One of Jeff's hands pressed against the wall beside his head, the other one grabbed his hip, tugging him into pumping hips.

Oh, sweet fuck, yes. Sure as shit, though, if Jeff creamed those jeans, things would get weird. Best to move this along. Hunter lifted his head, panting. "Inside. Less clothes, yeah?"

Those pretty blue eyes looked a little wild for a moment, then Jeff backed off, swallowing and nodding.

"Yeah." Hunter brushed the corner of Jeff's mouth with his lips. "So fucking hot."

Then he opened the door and let Jeff into the big, open loft.

Jeff looked around in about three seconds flat. "Nice place." Then their lips were together again, while Jeff's hands tugged his shirt out of his pants. He moaned and nodded, fingers sliding over strong, hot muscles as he got Jeff's shirt right off. Jeff pushed him into the wall by the door, rubbing against him again, fingers sliding up along his sides and belly.

"Mmm...'s good." He worked the kid's belt buckle open, then started in on the jeans.

"Yeah." Jeff licked at his lips before pushing an insistent tongue back into his mouth.

Hunter got the fly down on those jeans at about the same time he started sucking on Jeff's tongue, just humming with pleasure. Jeff made a strangled sound, body slamming against him as a fine, fat prick surged into his hand. Oh. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. It's good. He kept sucking, pumping, rubbing away.

Jeff made another one of those sounds, hips working hard, pushing, even after a ripple went through Jeff, heat splashing over Hunter's hand.

"Mmm... Yeah." He inhaled the scent of male--strong, arousing, heady.

Jeff nodded, fingers fumbling against his jeans. "'S been a while," the kid muttered, gaze on his hands.

"I hear that." Hunter nuzzled the kid's jaw. Well, maybe it hadn't been a while for him, because, hey, there was always somebody wanting a slow dance, but he understood the concept just fine. Jeff moaned softly, head tilting to expose the long neck, fingers managing the button and his zipper just fine before digging into his pants and tugging out his cock.

"Mmm. Your hands are warm." Hunter leaned in, biting and nibbling at Jeff's throat. Jeff jerked against him, hand squeezing as a soft gasp sounded. Oh, so needy. Hunter kept it up, moving slow and easy into Jeff's hand.

"You're hot," murmured Jeff, shivering.

"You like it?" He let his teeth scrape.

Whimpering again, Jeff nodded, squeezing him tight.

"Oh...fucking strong." He sucked Jeff's earlobe, nipped it a little. Jeff jerked again, mouth turning and capturing his. He dived right into the kiss, moaning low, tongue fucking Jeff's lips.

Hand opening, Jeff gathered both their cocks together and then closed again, pumping them both. Oh. Oh, fuck. That. That was sweet. Huge fucking hands...

Jeff fed him sweet noises and a tongue that fought his, sliding and pushing to get into his mouth. All the while Jeff's hand moved on them, stroked them. The kid was going to be completely devastating one day. Hell, the kid was close to that now.

Jeff's blue eyes gazed at him, hot and eager, hand moving faster, more urgently. Hunter let himself go with it, hips rocking and pumping, moving his cock against Jeff's hand. The kid's free hand was buried in his hair, fingers stroking.

Hunter leaned into the touch, bucking now, thrusting furiously. "Close."

"Oh." Jeff nodded. "I want to feel you come."

Hunter groaned, eyes rolling as he shot, balls drawing up tight.

"Oh!" Jeff whimpered, more heat spreading between them. Jeff leaned against him, still holding their cocks together.

He nodded and licked Jeff's bottom lip. "Yeah. Oh."

A shudder went through Jeff, the kid making a soft noise. "Oh, that was... Wanna do it again?"

"You are something else." He chuckled, nodded. "Again and again and again."

Jeff grinned and squeezed their cocks before letting go. "Cool."

Hunter winked. "Want to see if we can find the sofa?" Cute. Too fucking cute for words.

Jeff blushed a little, tucking himself back into his jeans, zipping back up. The shirt was left on the floor where it had fallen. "I'm sorry. I guess I kind of went off the deep end there."

"Mmm... It was a good end." He reached back and squeezed Jeff's ass. "Very good."

"Oh." Jeff pushed into his hand and cleared his throat. "Where was that couch?"

He nodded over to the huge old sectional in front of the TV. Red and garish, it was overstuffed and soft and perfect.

"Oh, can't miss that." Jeff gave him a grin and made his way over, bouncing a little as he sat. "Hey, this is really comfortable."

"It is. I've had it forever." He sat close, stroking Jeff's flat belly.

Jeff turned toward him, eyes shining at him. "I like it when you touch me."

"Good." Hunter leaned forward, lips brushing one flat nipple. "How about this?"

Jeff's eyes went wide and he gasped softly. "Yes."

"Yes," Hunter moaned the word. He dragged his tongue over that sweet skin, drawing it up tight. Jeff leaned back against the sofa, chest arching, pushing into his mouth. Those big hands fisted against the garish red.

"You like that." Hunter took that nipple in his teeth, tugging.

"Hunter!" Jeff reached up to grab his head, holding on, almost seeming to fight with himself--push him away, pull him closer.

Hunter hummed, tongue lapping at the little nipple caught between his teeth. Small whimpers sounded as Jeff finally decided what to do with his hands, sinking them into Hunter's hair and just holding on. Oh, yeah. Sweet, baby. Fucking sweet. He pulled harder, dropping his hand down to cup that fat prick. It surged inside its denim prison, Jeff starting to moan. "Oh, Hunter. Hunter."

"Lose the pants, baby? Let me touch?"

Jeff nodded and whimpered, hands sliding out of his hair to fumble with the jeans' button and zipper.

"Mmm..." He helped, kissing and sucking nipples and skin, pushing down Jeff's jeans.

Jeff pushed up with his hips and they got his jeans right off. "Oh. Oh."

Hunter ran one hand down Jeff's thigh, then back up, cupping those heavy balls. "So fine."

"Oh. Oh, Hunter." Jeff's legs spread wide. "Feels good."

"Tell me what you like." He kissed his way down Jeff's belly, nuzzling. He was hard again, buzzing. The kid smelled good, clean, strong. He was in trouble already. He always knew. Always knew when he was going to fall.

"Haven't done a lot," murmured Jeff, voice hoarse, needy. "And nothing in the last five years."

"If I do something you don't like, you say. This is all about feeling good." He leaned down, nose sliding into the heavy mass of curls crowning that cock, groaning low. Smelled so good. So fucking hot.

"So far feels good." Jeff's hands slid through his hair again.

"Then I'm doing it right." He slid his tongue up along Jeff's cock, dragging, tasting.

"Oh fuck!" Jeff's hips jerked, cock pushing against his face.

"That will be fine. This prick? Looks like one hell of a ride, baby."

"Oh. I've never..." Jeff whimpered, fingers twisting in his curls. "Is this real?"

"You know it. It doesn't get more real than this." Hunter licked the slit of Jeff's cock, slow, easy.

A shudder went through Jeff, a strangled shout sounding. "Oh, God."

"Mmm...so good." He wrapped his lips around Jeff's cock, pulling.

Jeff made some incoherent noises, hips jerking. Had to love youth and recovery. Hunter rolled Jeff's balls, petting them.

"Oh, I never..." Jeff's legs spread wider. "Always just quick get off..."

"There's something to be said for taking time."

"Uh-huh." Jeff nodded, cock leaking.

Hunter licked lazily, tongue rubbing the tip, fucking the slit of that pretty prick.

"Hunter! Hunter!" Jeff's fingers twisted in his hair, the kid's head moving from side to side on the back of the couch. Oh, yeah. He sucked harder, swallowing, pulling.

"Oh. I'm gonna blow. Hunter!" Jeff's hips were shoving up and up.

Hunter slid his fingers back, brushing Jeff's hole, tapping it. Jeff shouted, cock shoving deep as the kid came hard. He groaned, throat working as he swallowed the kid down.

"Oh. Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. Sorry." Jeff patted his head, pulling out.

"Shh... You're military, fixin' to be DEA? You're clean."

Jeff nodded, panting to catch his breath.

"Then we're good. I got my last results in the file cabinet and you can see them." He nuzzled Jeff's balls, tongue sliding.

"Oh. Oh, okay. So we can...without a condom."

"If you're comfortable, yes. If not? I got the gear."

"Kind of late now, isn't it?" Jeff's fingers brushed his lips. He sucked Jeff's fingers. He hadn't worried, not with what all the kid was doing.

Jeff groaned, eyes dropping half closed. "God, you're sexy."

"You make it easy." Hunter smiled, nibbling Jeff's fingers. "Anyone's sexy when they're having a good time."

"Then I must be really, really sexy because I'm having the best time ever."

"Oh, baby? You? Are definitely really, really sexy."

Jeff blushed, pleasure shining through. "Kiss me again?"

Oh, yes. It would be his pleasure. Hunter leaned up, offering Jeff his lips. Jeff's hands slid around his head, tongue pushing into his mouth for another one of the kid's take-all kisses. He just went with it, encouraging, lips open wide. One of Jeff's hands slid down his back, encouraging him to lie against the kid's body. Oh. Snuggling. Too fucking cool. He cuddled right in, fingers stroking.

"You're wearing too many clothes."

"Am I?" He grinned, licking at Jeff's lips.

Jeff nodded, grinning back. "Definitely."

"You could solve that." Come on, baby. Show me what you know.

"I could." Jeff grinned and kissed him, fingers pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

Hunter moaned, sinking into the kiss, into Jeff's strength. A soft sound met his moan, Jeff's fingers pushing between them and working open his button, sliding down his zipper. "Oh, yeah. I remember this." Jeff stroked his cock as it pushed out of his jeans.

Hunter chuckled, cock throbbing, pushing toward that touch. "It remembers you."

Jeff laughed, one hand wrapping around it, while the other pushed his jeans down off his ass.

"Great hands." Hunter pushed back into the touch, rocking.

Jeff squeezed his ass, kept working the jeans off until he was naked, too.

"Oh. Oh, I like that." Yeah, skin on skin. Finer than a pie supper.

Jeff moaned, nodded. "Me, too." His cock was stroked, Jeff's hand finding a sweet, slow rhythm. "I imagined this."

"Did you?" He nuzzled, mouth moving randomly. "Is it as good as you thought?"

"Better," groaned Jeff, a ripple going through the hard body.

"Oh, good." Hunter smiled. Fuck, the kid made him happy.

"You make me want to try everything."

"Mmm...let's make a list."

"Only if we can do it all again once we've gone through it." Jeff gave him a grin, laughing a little.

Hunter nodded, stole a kiss. "You have my word."

"Cool." Jeff brought their mouths together, shifting them so he was pressed back against the sofa, that solid body following him.

"Mmm..." He arched up, rubbing, moaning. He liked that.

Jeff's tongue pushed into his mouth, strong body moving against him. "Fuck, you feel good."

"This feels good." Oh, sweet Jesus, yeah. It felt damned good.

Jeff moved harder against him, mouth sliding on his skin, maybe even sucking up a mark on his neck. Hunter stretched, giving that hungry mouth more skin, fingers trailing over the soft stubbled hair. Moaning, Jeff continued to explore, tongue soft and hot as it licked over his neck, his collarbone.

"Fuck. That's good, baby." Hunter rocked and moaned, hips sliding his cock along Jeff's belly.

"You taste just like you smell," murmured Jeff, cock nudging at his balls as the kid rocked.

"That's good?" Mmm... He shifted until Jeff's cock was sliding along the crack of his ass.

A shudder moved through Jeff. "Uh-huh. 'S good," Jeff moaned, pushing against him. "'S good."

He wrapped one leg around Jeff's hip, holding them together. Another moan and then Jeff found his nipples, mouth closing over one.

Hunter moaned and nodded. Such a hungry one. So fucking eager. "Yeah. Sweet."

"Want you," Jeff muttered, hips sliding that hard cock along his crack.

"Mmm...yeah." Hunter was in total agreement. "Yeah. Want."

Jeff's mouth met his again, the kiss eager and hard like the hips pushing against him. He opened wide, sucking Jeff's tongue, pushing back against Jeff's cock. Jeff whimpered, rubbing, hand trembling as it slid through his curls.

Those eyes were wide and happy, stunning and warm. A man could fall in love with a look like that.

"I want...but I've never..."

"There's a first time for everything, baby." Hunter rubbed their noses together. "You want to see my bed?"

Jeff moaned and nodded, pressing close. "I want to see everything, do everything."

"Hell, yeah. We'll play. Explore. Have a fucking blast." He took another kiss, smiling into Jeff's eyes.

Hunter was going to turn Jeff's world inside out, yes, sir.

Jeff's tongue was back in his mouth, eager and hard, and the kid was panting when the kiss ended, looking happier than a pig in shit.

"Come on, baby. Let's go discover the bed and the lube and see how many times I can make you come in an evening." Hunter smiled, winked. Fuck, he did love to play.

* * * *

Jeff followed Hunter down the hall, cock hard, brains more than a little addled by the pleasure. And he wanted more. Lots more. As much as Hunter would let him have.

As soon as they got to the bedroom with its simple western theme and large brass bed, he pushed Hunter down onto the mattress and started kissing again. Damn, this felt good. Incredible.

The blankets were soft, well-worn, the scent of Hunter strong. He moaned, so hard he hurt, wanting all sorts of things he couldn't put a name to, but his body knew instinctively. Slick fingers wrapped around his cock, sliding easily, wetting him. He shuddered, whimpered. "Hunter..." He humped with his hips, pushing into that slick caress.

"Going to fuck me?" Hunter's lips brushed his jaw, drawl low and sweet. "Gonna give me that pretty cock, baby?"

Jeff moaned, and nodded. "Please. Oh, yes."

A little bottle of clear lube was handed over. "Get me ready, then. I want it."

Oh, fuck. This really was real. Jeff hoped he did it right.

He took the tube, took a breath, and forced himself to stop shaking. Then he slicked up a finger and gently pressed it against Hunter's wrinkled little hole. Oh, God. Look at him. He knelt between the long, splayed legs, with Hunter spread out like a feast in front of him.

"Mmm...yeah. Touch me." Hunter nodded, one knee drawing up, letting Jeff see everything.

"Oh fuck. Oh." He slid his finger up and down, then pressed against Hunter's hole again, pushing into the tightest, silkiest heat. Hunter moaned and pressed against his touch.

"You're so tight," Jeff murmured, watching as he slid his finger into Hunter's body again and again. He couldn't believe his cock was going to fit in there without ripping Hunter.

"Put another one in, baby. I'll stretch."

Jeff shivered. It made him feel sexy the way Hunter called him "baby." He pushed another finger in, moaning at the way Hunter's body seemed to almost snap around him.

"Yeah. Good." Hunter flushed, head moving on the pillows. "Love your hands, Jeff."

"Yeah? Feels just as good from your end?" Because it felt fucking amazing from his end. He reached out with his free hand, sliding his fingers over Hunter's balls.

"Mmmhmm..." Those soft sacs, covered with bright coppery curls, wrinkled and shifted under his touch.

"Fuck, you're so soft and hot everywhere." Jeff supposed it shouldn't have surprised him. He touched himself often enough.

Hunter offered him a sweet, slow smile. "Not soft everywhere, baby."

He chuckled, sliding his fingers up that hard prick. "Skin's soft. Like fucking silk. And about a million degrees hot." Every touch made Hunter arch and shift, push toward his hand. Jeff'd never dreamed it could be like this, that his lover would be so responsive. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, loving the way Hunter moved on him.

His fingertips slid across a smooth spot inside Hunter and Hunter jerked, eyes wide. "Fuck! Again!"

Jeff pushed against that spot again, watching as Hunter responded. Hunter's lips parted, body just riding him. "Oh. Oh. Oh, sweet fuck."

"Soon?" Jeff asked, moving and working his fingers, but fuck, he needed, wanted more.

"Uh-huh. Fuck me, baby. Come on. I need." Hunter panted, eyes rolling.

Jeff pulled his fingers out and pushed Hunter's thighs back, cock nudging against Hunter's hole. Oh, wow. There was no way. No way he was going to fit.

Then Hunter pressed down, a sweet, low cry filling the air as the head of Jeff's cock slipped in.

Oh fuck. Tight. Hot. Amazing. With a whimper, he pushed farther in, going as slow as he could, scared he was going to hurt Hunter, but it felt so amazing around his cock.

"Damn... Sweet..." Hunter moaned, riding his cock, taking him deeper and deeper.

Jeff couldn't believe it, how his cock fit right in, all the way until his hips were pressing against Hunter's ass. And it was so hot and tight and just...perfect.

"Oh, baby," Hunter panted, breathing rapidly. "Feels so fine."

"Gotta move," he told Hunter as the feeling inside him grew, insisting that, yeah, he wanted to, needed to move.

"Yeah. Fuck me. Make me feel it."

Groaning, Jeff started to move, sliding his hips back, cock gliding all the way out before he pushed back in again, shivering as Hunter's body gripped him hard.

Hunter kept panting, moaning and rippling under him. "Yes..."

"Oh, it's so good." He pulled out and then back in again. It was almost too good.

"It is. So good." Hunter's hands wrapped around his shoulders, lips parted, breath huffing out. "Fuck."

Jeff came all the way out again, whimpering at the loss of Hunter's body, then pushed his way past the tight muscles again. Those green eyes flashed at him, Hunter's chest rising and falling. "More."

He didn't pull all the way out this time, just partway before pushing back in, then out partway again. Oh, he could get a good rhythm going like this.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, baby. That's it. Just like that."

Whimpering, he kept it up like that, not all the way out, in again. Over and over. It felt incredible. Hunter reached down and started stroking the long, thin cock, ass squeezing tight. Jeff cried out in surprise, hips moving hard and fast now, so close. So fucking close.

"Need. Need." Hunter bucked, moving into each thrust. "Fuck!"

Jeff whimpered again. "Soon," he whispered, starting to shake again, pounding in harder and harder, feeling like he was going to shake right apart.

"Yeah. Yeah, baby. Gonna... Fuck!" Hunter arched, spunk shooting over that flat belly, ass milking his cock.

Jeff cried out, edges of his world graying out a little as he came hard. Hunter groaned, eyes closing, panting. He sort of collapsed onto Hunter, breathing hard, limbs like spaghetti.

"Mmm." Hunter wrapped those long arms around him, snuggled.

Jeff rubbed his cheek against Hunter's hair, sighing softly. "That was... Oh. Thank you."

"Thank you, Jeff. That was fabulous."

"Oh good, 'cause I thought it was the best."

"Mmm...wanna snuggle for a while? Rest up for the next round?" Hunter nuzzled his jaw. "I'll even feed you."

"I could eat." He was damned hungry now that Hunter'd brought it up. "Of course, the snuggling's not bad either."

"We'll order in." Hunter yawned, moaned. "Chinese or pizza, your choice."

"I'm easy." He laughed as the words left his mouth. It hadn't been what he'd meant, but it fit sure enough.

Hunter chuckled, scooting closer. "Thank God for favors large and small."

"Would I be a large or a small one?" he asked, feeling on top of the world and bold as hell.

"Shit, baby. You? Are good-sized."

"Mm..." He bent and rubbed their noses together, then took another kiss.

Hunter tasted good. Warm. Male. "I could get used to this." It would be so easy to get used to this.

"I wouldn't mind that at all, Jeff."

"Yeah? I'm doing really good in my tests. The recruiter says it looks promising. They know I'm gay. It's important. So I can't get blackmailed from it, but you're out, right?"

"I'm no flamer, but I'm not hiding, either. Hell, I'm a headliner at the biggest gay bar in two hundred miles."

"Not that I noticed." Jeff grinned and hugged Hunter. "I just thought you should know. About the being out. At the job. So they'd know about you, too. If we're going to be doing this. Again." Oh man. He shut his mouth on his nerves and kissed Hunter.

When the kiss ended, Hunter nodded. "You just tell them all about me, baby. We're going to be doing this. Again and again."

"Oh, good. Good." He sank against Hunter. Yeah. Good.

"Uh-huh. Nap. Then food. Then round two."

"I like that plan." Jeff nodded and cuddled in. Hunter kissed the top of his head, then a blanket covered them.

"Thanks," he whispered against Hunter's neck.

"My pleasure."

"Oh, I think it was definitely mine."

Hunter chuckled, goosing him. "You a last word type of guy?"

He jerked against Hunter and kind of maybe shrieked a little. "Not really."

Those green eyes danced. "Oh, you're a keeper, baby. Yes, sir."

Jeff laughed happily and buried his face in Hunter's neck. He was pretty sure he could handle being kept by Hunter.

He knew he wanted to give it a try.

* * * *

Hunter woke slowly, cradled in Jeff's arms.

He could get used to that. He liked waking up with someone, liked the in-bed-and-snuggling part of a relationship. Liked the fucking, too.

He slid out of bed, and started a pot of coffee, wandering through the kitchen and humming. He was an old fool, but he was an old fool with a sexy, young, satisfied thing in his bed. Or awake and coming down the hall.

He grinned as he heard the bathroom door close and a couple moments later Jeff wandered into the kitchen, naked and yawning. "Hey."

"Hey." He smiled, sliding his hand over one hip. "How's it going?"

Jeff hummed, pushing close. "Fantastic. I feel like I'm never going to stop smiling."

He leaned in, took a kiss, petting that pretty, warm skin. "That sounds perfect. I'm thinking about ordering pizza. What's your pleasure?"

"You, unless I'm misremembering our pre-nap activities." Jeff grinned, pushing into his touches.

Hunter laughed, stepping in to rub and snuggle. "I'm thinking your memory's just fine."

"Oh good." Jeff's hands dropped to his ass and tugged him closer. "Because what I remember is pretty damned amazing."

He nodded, sliding his fingers over Jeff's shoulders, tracing those amazing muscles. "Mm...I hear you."

Jeff's stomach rumbled loudly and he chuckled ruefully. "Maybe something to eat, aside from you, is required after all."

"Mmmm...pepperoni? Sausage? Cheese?"

Jeff nodded. "All of the above. Or just cheese. Or cheese and garlic. Or...I'm easy."

He dropped one hand to Jeff's cock, pumping slow. "I can appreciate that."

Jeff's eyelids drooped. "Oh, I like the way you appreciate things."

"Mmm...I'm thinking I should appreciate you on a regular basis."

Jeff nodded. "I'm game."

Hunter rubbed his thumb against the tip of Jeff's cock, licked those parted lips. Jeff gasped and jerked, eyes going wide. "Mmm...you like that." He repeated the motion over and over.

Jeff reached for him, holding onto him as the powerful hips pushed into his hand. The kid was going to have sore balls in the morning. Happy, but sore.

"Oh, fuck!" Jeff cried out, jerking gracelessly as he came.

Hunter lifted his hand and licked it clean.

Jeff groaned, collapsing against him. "Fuck, that's sexy. You're sexy."

"Mmm...you taste good." He stroked one wet finger over Jeff's lips and then slid his tongue over them.

A shudder shook Jeff's body. "Wow, Hunter. I... Wow."

"Yeah. You. Wow." He grinned and licked again.

"Oh, what are we going to do next?"

"Order pizza and take a shower together."

"Oh, shower sex! I've heard of that."

"Yeah? 'Cause I could so get slick and slidey with you."

Jeff nodded. "Me, too. Yeah." The kid laughed, the sound sweet and sexy. "God, you make me hard."

"That's good." He nuzzled Jeff's jaw.

"Yeah, I was kind of figuring that out." Jeff's hands slid over his skin. "I hope I'm making you feel at least half as good as you're making me feel."

He brought the kid's hand down to his hard, full cock. He'd let the kid make up his own mind on that. Moaning, Jeff wrapped his fingers around Hunter's prick, holding on, starting to move.

"Uhn...shower. Shower, baby." He rolled his head on his shoulders. "Damn, you've got sweet hands."

"Does that mean the shower can wait?" Jeff asked, fingers sliding, squeezing, learning his cock.

"Uh..." His toes curled, hips rocking, pushing hard.

"That's a yes." Jeff gave him a wide grin, tugging harder.

Sweet fuck. This kid was blowing his fucking mind. "Yeah..."

Jeff's grin grew and the kid's free hand slid up along his chest, fingertip dragging across his nipple.

"Oh!" Hunter groaned, pushing into the touch. "Shit. Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on stopping."

Thank fuck. He was close.

Jeff pressed his thumb against Hunter's slit, like he'd done for the kid, and those strong fingers pinched at his nipple at the same time. Shit, yeah. Hunter arched, eyes rolling, balls tight as rocks.

"Fuck, you're sexy." Jeff's mouth latched onto his throat, tongue and teeth pulling his blood to the surface.

And that was all he needed. Hunter shot with a groan, arching against Jeff's muscles. Jeff's gasp was sweet, sending hot air along his neck. He relaxed, leaning into Jeff's strength. Jeff seemed happy to hold him, body strong and warm, arms keeping him close.

"You've got great hands, baby. Fucking stunning."

"Yeah? Thanks." Jeff's hands slid along his back, grabbing his ass.

"Yeah." He wiggled and rubbed. "We'll never get to the shower, you keep that up."

"What am I doing?" Jeff sounded genuinely confused.

"Turning me on." He looked into Jeff's pretty blue eyes. "Distracting this old man."

"But I'm just holding you." Jeff looked pleased as punch, though, proud of himself.

"Doesn't it feel good? Feels like heaven to me."

"But everything so far this evening has felt like heaven, Hunter. All of it."

He smiled and nodded. "We feel good together."

Jeff nodded back and his stomach growled again. "Okay. I'll start the shower if you call for the pizza."

"You got it." Hunter chuckled and reluctantly stepped away.

Jeff pouted for a moment, gaze lingering on him like a touch, then Jeff took off, hightailing it down the hall.

Hunter watched and Jeff's ass? Fine as Sunday supper. Hunter grinned, shaking his head. He was in serious trouble.

He heard the water go on, the bathroom door opening again. "You coming, Hunter?"

"Yeah. Ordering supper." He dialed Mangia's and arranged to have the pizzas left by the back door stairs. In case they got...distracted.

Jeff was already in the shower, body barely visible behind the misty shower curtain.

"Mmm..." Hunter leaned against the door frame, admiring.

Jeff pulled back the curtain. "Aren't you coming in?"

"Uh-huh. I am. I was just enjoying the view." He grinned, stepping into the tub.

"It's more fun if you look from close up." Jeff slid his arms around Hunter, tugging him against the hard, wet muscles.

"Yeah..." He slide his hands up Jeff's belly, palms brushing those nipples.

Gasping, Jeff pushed against him. "Oh, fuck. You make me need so badly. I've never felt anything like it."

"Hopefully I can keep it up." He slid his fingers over Jeff's thigh, ass.

"Oh, so far you've done a great job of that." Jeff's eyes twinkled at him.

"I've got your youth on my side." Hunter leaned down, and nipped one nipple.

Jeff's chuckle turned into a gasp, the kid pushing against him, cock predictably hard again.

"Your balls are going to ache tomorrow," Hunter noted.

"Sounds like a fair deal," Jeff replied.

Hunter cupped said balls, rolled them so carefully, and pet the velvety skin. Jeff groaned, pushing into his touch. "Oh, fuck. I just can't get over how good it all feels."

"Didn't anybody ever take any time before?" He grabbed the soap and started washing Jeff.

Jeff shook his head, moaning softly at his ministrations. "It's always been kind of quick humping, you know?"

Right, so Jeff had said. Being in the service and all.

"Mm...there's a place for that, but I like to take my time."

"I like the way you make love. It's good. Makes me feel important."

He turned Jeff, fingers working the soap over those amazing muscles. "Good."

Jeff leaned forward, bracing himself on the tile, legs spreading slightly. "Yeah." He started massaging, touching everywhere, sliding his hand and pressing. Shivers and shudders rocked the fine body. Jeff was so responsive beneath his fingers.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Hunter brushed his lips over Jeff's nape, teeth teasing.

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah." Jeff nodded, too, pushing back into his hands.

He dropped his hands and stroked over Jeff's ass, mouth sliding down to Jeff's shoulder. Jeff moaned and shifted, legs spreading wider. He slid his fingers down Jeff's crease, fingertips teasing the tiny hole.

Jeff shivered again. "Oh..."

"This okay?" He touched again, pressing.

Jeff gasped and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"You ever been touched here, baby? Licked? Fucked?"

Jeff shook his head. "No. You're the first."

Oh. Fucking A. He hummed, slid down Jeff's body, lips dragging. "Gonna blow your mind."

"Too late, already did." Jeff's voice was hoarse, the need in it strong.

He chuckled against the small of Jeff's back, then spread those cheeks so he could taste.

"Hunter!" Jeff's legs trembled. "Oh, fuck, do it again."

He moaned, tongue sliding. "So hot, baby."

"I never... Oh. Hunter." Jeff was incoherent, voice raw.

"Just feel. Just feel, Jeff. Gonna be so good." Hunter started licking, pressing that little hole.

Jeff made a strangled noise and pushed back toward his tongue, hole spasming. Hunter moaned and licked, let his lips and mustache tickle, fingers spreading Jeff wide. So hot. So fucking hungry.

Jeff made a whole bunch of noises, all hungry, all wanting and desperate.

Hunter finally gave the kid what he needed, tongue-fucking the tight little hole, fingers wrapping around the heavy cock. Jeff went wild, rocking between his hand and his tongue, cock going even harder a moment before he shot.

When the aftershocks faded, Hunter got the soap again and washed the strong, shaking legs. Jeff kept himself propped up, hands on the tile in front of him. He made a noise now and then, but they never quite made it into words.

Hunter was going to take that as a score.

When he was done washing, Jeff turned to him, arms looping around him, holding on, holding tight. "Mmm..." Hunter cuddled in, petting, calming. Simply touching.

"Showers are never gonna be the same again. Hell, lots of stuff isn't."

He kissed Jeff's temple. "Gonna be better."

"It's gonna get better than that?" Jeff gave him an incredulous look from those pretty eyes. "You're going to kill me. But fuck, what a way to go."

"Amen, brother. A-fucking-men."

* * * *

The pizza was good, but Jeff wasn't really paying attention to it. Or to the Coke he had with it. Or the cheese sticks. Oh, he ate everything and made the right noises, but he was distracted. Distracted and wanting.

It seemed the more Hunter made him come, the hungrier for it he got.

He watched the way Hunter ate, watched as Hunter's tongue slid along his lower lip to catch the grease. Jeff moaned softly, remembering how Hunter's mouth felt on his cock and ass.

Oh, fuck. He never wanted to leave.

Hunter was naked, sprawled out, leg against his. They had a quilt over their laps, protecting them from the food. His cock was half hard from the close proximity. He'd never known anyone who made him feel this good, who made him want all the time like this.

He took another drink of his Coke and wiped his fingers on a napkin, still watching Hunter. The man even made eating sexy. Hunter nibbled, chatted, laughed and teased and amused him. All the while, those green eyes were shining. He felt like the most important thing in the world to Hunter. It was damned heady.

He reached over and wiped away a bit of tomato sauce from the side of Hunter's mouth. "You had...red stuff." He held out his finger.

Hunter's lips wrapped around his finger, sucked it clean.

Oh. Oh, fuck...

Jeff moaned, cock going from half hard to fully fledged needing. Just like that. Again.

Teeth nipped the tip of his finger. "So fine, baby."

"You, too," he murmured, wanting to push into Hunter's arms.

Hunter put his plate down, turned to face Jeff, eyes warm and happy. "Feels good."

He nodded, reaching for Hunter now that they were both done. Hunter leaned in, snuggling close, warm and smooth. Jeff pressed their lips together, hands sliding over all that lovely skin. He loved touching this man. Loved that he could.

"You're addictive." Hunter slid into his lap, straddling him.

He moaned and nodded. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"Mmm...good." Hunter wrapped the quilt around them, then leaned down and kissed him. "Hey."

"Hey," he whispered, pushing up against Hunter.

Those hands framed his face, one kiss becoming two, three. He moaned, sliding his hand to grab Hunter's ass, tugging them together so their cocks slid one against the other. He moaned, the feeling was so good.

"Mmm..." Hunter rocked, moving nice and slow.

How could something so simple be so mindblowingly good?

Because it was. Jeff moaned, licking at Hunter's lips, pushing his tongue in, wanting more of that flavor. Hunter groaned, let him in deep. One of his hands slid behind Hunter's head, tilting it slightly, letting him go even deeper. Hunter seemed happy to him explore, let him taste, so relaxed, so easy. Jeff could do this all night. He hoped Hunter would let him.

He slid his free hand along Hunter's back, tracing the knobby spine, the shoulder blades,

"Mmm..." Hunter shivered, pressed closer. "Feels good."

"Yeah? Feels amazing from here."

Lips traced his jaw, his chin. Hunter's eyes had little lighter flecks in them, from this close. Groaning, he licked at Hunter's neck, his shoulder, the man's skin tasted good, salty and warm.

"So sensual. Love how you want." The words were purred, Hunter's teeth on his ear.

"You make me want. Like all the time." He laughed, gasping as Hunter's teeth bit.

"And we've just started." Oh, that moan was... Wow.

Jeff nodded. "Can I stay the night, Hunter? I have to be at the DEA firing range for testing at ten A.M. tomorrow, but I'm a free agent until then."

"I'd love that. The store opens at nine, so we'll be up in plenty of time."

"Great." He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been a little worried he was being rather forward--it wasn't like he'd invited Hunter to his place. Hell, it wasn't like he was going to as long as he lived in the boarding house. It wasn't home.

"Are you still on base or do you have an apartment?"

"I have a room at a boarding house. I was advised to get off base as quickly as possible--that it would make the transition easier. Until I met you I was thinking more that it was a lonely choice. Now though?" He grinned, sliding both hands back to Hunter's ass, squeezing.

"Mmm. Now we have much more entertaining things to do than worry about your room." Hunter grinned too, and took a long, hard kiss.

Uh-huh, they sure did. Jeff kissed back, opening wide to let Hunter in before sliding his tongue past Hunter's and taking the hot mouth. Hunter moved and shifted, their cocks sliding and rubbing together. Groaning, Jeff met the movements, hips pushing up, hands tugging on Hunter's cock, bringing them closer together.

"Mmm...you're warm. Feels fucking fine."

"I could get so used to this," Jeff murmured, sliding his fingers along Hunter's crack, up and down, hoping to drive Hunter wild.

"I got no problem with that, baby. None at all." Hunter pushed his ass toward Jeff's touch.

He whimpered, fingers finding the sweet hole, pressing against it, remembering how good Hunter's tongue had felt on him.

"Mmm... 'S good." Hunter nibbled on his lips, fingers on his chest.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Real good." Jeff shivered in anticipation.

"What do you want? What do you want to do next?"

"Anything, Hunter. I'm not picky." Not picky at all.

Hunter chuckled, settling in. "No, but you're fine and hot and you smell good."

He beamed at Hunter. God, the man made him feel good, amazing. He breathed in deeply. "You smell good, too." Warm and male and like sex.

Hunter chuckled, hands sliding over him and finding bundles of nerves Jeff didn't know existed. He made a noise and moved into the touches, trying to make his brain work enough to copy Hunter's movements, to give as good as he was getting.

"Mmm... Knew all those years of guitar playin'd come in handy."

"You playing me?" Jeff asked, his own fingers getting caught on the scars on Hunter's body, testing the length of them, the way the skin felt different from one to another.

"Mmmhmm. Making you sing." Hunter's tongue joined in, tracing his face, his jaw.

"Oh. Hunter. God. I'll sing anything you want." He slid one hand up until the red curls wrapped around his fingers. Anything, long as Hunter didn't ever stop.

"Feels good. You touching." Hunter moved slow and easy, rocking against him and making sure every bit of them stayed connected.

Their mouths came together as Hunter's lips slid over his face and he opened up, working hard to keep it nice and gentle, to not push his tongue in and take Hunter's mouth. He liked it like this, didn't want to rush it into coming.

Hunter moaned, moaning low, fingers stroking and tugging his nipples, the touch gentle, keeping the heat going. Jeff could feel that in his cock, like there was a string from it to his nipples and Hunter was tugging on that string, making him feel good all along it.

He brought his legs up, cradling Hunter as he moved one hand between them to play with Hunter's nipples, imitating each flick, each tug, each gentle stroke. Oh, he liked that, how his touches made Hunter shudder, made those bright eyes heavy-lidded. He kept up the touches and, without even really thinking about it, he deepened their kiss, pushing his tongue into Hunter's mouth. Pizza and toothpaste and the heady, wonderful taste of Hunter under that.

He slid his free hand to Hunter's ass, right over that tight cowboy butt. That earned him a long, lazy arch, Hunter's moan deep and lush when he pushed into his lips.

Jeff wanted to take Hunter again. And he wanted to have Hunter take him--God, the man had blown his mind with that tongue. And the blow job had been....and he hadn't done Hunter yet and. He groaned, wanting it all. He squeezed Hunter's ass, his own body pushing up.

"Mmm...hungry." Hunter pushed back against him, making his eyes roll. Damn. Just damn.

"Just ate." The words were out of his mouth before it occurred to him what Hunter had meant and he grinned sheepishly. "I can't think when you touch me."

"Thinking is overrated." Hunter nipped his bottom lip.

He laughed, jerking at the bite. "I know that feeling's gotta be underrated because no one ever told me it would feel like this."

"No one? Oh, baby. You've been neglected."

"After what we've done here today? I'd have to say you're right. But you're making up for it, too." He grinned and licked at Hunter's lips. Hunter made him feel like he'd never been touched before at all, and he soaked up everything Hunter gave him.

"Well, we'll have to make a habit of it, then. 'Til you're damn tired of being loved on." Hunter chased his lips, moaning low.

"What if that's never?" he asked, laughing as he craned his neck back, teasing.

"Then we'll have one long motherfucking habit."

"I like the sound of that," he murmured, pushing back in to give Hunter that kiss. He squeezed Hunter's ass and his nipple. Jeff liked the sound of it a lot.

Hunter dived into the kiss, tongue pushing against him, fucking his lips. Jeff met the passion head on, bucking up with his hips, finding the rhythm of Hunter's tongue with the rest of his body. Damn, it felt good, the pressure and pleasure building inside him and between them and oh... Oh, God, when did it get hot again?

"Want you in me," Jeff said, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. He wanted to feel that from the other side and Hunter's tongue... God, that had been something else.

"Mmm...I can do that. You think on your back? Hands and knees?"

"I want to see your face."

Hunter smiled, eyes warm, shining and right there. "I can handle that."

"Cool." He could feel Hunter's cock, long and hard against his belly, against his own cock, and he took in a deep breath. "Let's do it."

"We have time." Hunter reached, fingers grabbing the lube. "No reason to hurry."

"None except that I want you." Jeff reached for Hunter, tugging him back down for another kiss.

Hunter's fingers slid over his balls, petting and stroking, slick with the lube.

"Feels good," he said softly. Everything Hunter did felt good, Hunter blowing his mind over and over again.

"Everything should, yeah?" Hunter chuckled, pushing one finger into his body. He would have answered, but he was too busy moaning, eyes wide as Hunter's finger breached him.

"Oh..."

"Mmmhmm. Oh. Just ride it, baby. We got time." Hunter started sucking and licking at his collarbones and chest.

Jeff nodded, shivering at the sensations, feeling Hunter everywhere. "Time. Yeah."

"Mmmhmm..." Hunter hummed, a second finger joining the first, spreading him.

"Oh, wow. So big. Damn. Hunter." His body tightened around Hunter's fingers for a minute and he took a breath and relaxed, giving himself to Hunter.

"Nope. Not big yet." Hunter smiled, pegging his gland and making him grunt.

His hands flew up, grabbing hold of Hunter's shoulders. "Shit. Do that again."

"Mmm...your wish is my command, baby."

Again. And again. And oh... Oh, shit. Good. Jeff bucked up, pushing into Hunter's penetration, riding those long fingers.

"That's it." Hunter licked and sucked, fingers stretching and spreading him.

He made some sort of noise that was meant to be yes or even uh-huh, but came out more as a wanton groan, his body moving on Hunter's fingers like it had a mind of its own. Hunter made him fly, made everything soar inside him, those green eyes staring at him the whole time. Jeff cried out, body bucking, jerking, the sensations huge and growing bigger.

Everything disappeared but those eyes, that mouth, Hunter's fingers.

"Soon, baby. Want to feel you all around me." Hunter's fingers disappeared and the wide cock pressed into him.

Oh God, this was it and Jeff had to remember to breathe as that heat took him, filled him. He held onto Hunter's arms, watching Hunter's eyes.

"Gonna be good." The pressure increased, sweet and slow, gentle.

"Already is," he told Hunter, taking another deep breath. "Oh, God, you're inside me." Hunter's cock felt hot and huge and stretching him.

"Yeah. Yeah, baby. You're fucking tight. So hot."

"Hot." He nodded. God, the heat was incredible. Good and wonderful. "More."

Hunter grinned, nodded right back. "You got it." The thrusts started in, sure and slow and steady. In and out, in and out, filling him.

Hunter's tongue inside him had been amazing. Hunter's fingers had stretched him and hit that point inside him, making him cry out and fly. This...this was indescribable and Jeff didn't even bother to try, he gave himself over to it, over to Hunter.

His body began to move, meeting each of Hunter's thrusts eagerly. Soft words started pouring over him, rough and drawled and needy.

"Hunter. Oh. God. Don't stop. Don't stop." Please, never stop.

"Not stopping. Not yet." The kiss he got was sharp, fierce, burning his lips.

Jeff cried out as Hunter's cock slid across that spot inside him. That and the kiss were making things even more intense, more amazing.

"Good." He slid one hand into Hunter's hair, holding him close for another kiss.

"Yeah." Hunter's hand found his cock, stroking good and hard, in time with the heat inside him.

That touch was all it took--he saw stars, the pleasure inside him exploding from him, making the whole world narrow to body-shuddering pleasure and Hunter's green eyes. Hunter kept moving, riding him until the pleasure faded, eased into sweet heat.

Jeff lay there, panting, moaning softly. His hands stroked down over Hunter's arms, his back, feeling the long, rangy muscles.

"Mmm. Feel good, baby? What you needed?"

He nodded, blinking slowly. It had all been good, everything they'd done, but this...this left him melted beneath Hunter's body. "What about you?"

"It was what I wanted." Hunter nuzzled down, smiled.

"Mmm." He wrapped his arms around Hunter and tugged him down. "You feel good lying on me." Cozy and warm. Comfortable.

"I do." Hunter sounded...smug and nearly asleep.

He chuckled, and his own eyes closed, his hands still making lazy sweeps over Hunter's back. "Thanks," he whispered quietly.

"Rest, yeah? I'm hearing a nap calling our name."

"Yeah. This part is good, too." It was and he was going to get spoiled, all this touching and cuddling and resting together, sleeping in Hunter's arms.

Of course, he didn't suppose there was anything wrong with being spoiled.

Grinning, he cuddled in and let himself melt away a little more.

* * * *

Man, the sun was bright today.

Hunter stretched out on his towel, watching some guys play volleyball. The fact that one of said guys was a guy he was too fucking fond of made it even better.

Jeff was wearing a pair of old PT shorts from his navy days and had shucked off his T-shirt about two minutes after he'd started playing. Looked damned fine, too, especially once he'd worked up a sweat and his skin gleamed in the sunshine.

Jeff and the guy he'd paired up with had been kicking ass all afternoon, Jeff laughing and joking and looking about as happy as a clam.

Hunter rolled over, hiding his erection. Yeah. Happy. He knew all about happy. Thank God for sunglasses and being able to watch his fill.

Jeff and his partner cheered suddenly, high fiving and giving each other belly bumps mid-air. Then they shook hands with the team they'd been playing and waved to the other teams. Jeff grinned and nodded at something his partner said and then shook the man's hand. A quick stop to grab his T-shirt and Jeff was headed back toward Hunter at a trot, bare feet kicking up the sand.

God, so young. So fine.

So incredibly fucking sexy.

Hunter dug out a bottle of water, tossing it up as Jeff got close. Jeff caught it one handed, muscles rippling and flexing under the shining skin. "Thanks, man."

The T-shirt was tossed down next to him, Jeff plopping down on it before drinking about half the bottle in one go. "Oh, that hit the spot."

"You have fun?"

"Yeah, it was great. I used to play all the time on base. It made a nice change, playing for the hell of it with regular people." Jeff reached out and touched his arm. "You should have joined us."

"I like to watch. Besides, I'm an old man."

Jeff laughed. "Liking to watch makes you a perv, not old, doesn't it?"

"Lucky for you I'm both."

Jeff lay back, wriggling down until they were face-to-face. "I am lucky. I mean it's a gorgeous day. The beach is awesome. I'm here with you. The only thing better would be if I could lay one on you right now."

"Mmm. Then I'd want to fuck to through the sand and we'd chafe." Beautiful son of a bitch.

Jeff's cheeks picked up a little bit of color, the ready smile right there. "Yeah, I don't know if I could touch you without wanting you. Well, I kind of want you even when I don't touch you."

Laughing, Jeff turned over onto his stomach. "God, these shorts don't leave a whole lot to the imagination." He got one of those shy, knowing looks. "Is that why you're on your stomach, too?"

"That is most definitely why I'm on my belly, baby." God, he was hooked. Right through the balls.

Jeff gave him a grin. "I think we're in trouble. I don't know if it's going to go down with you so close."

"We'll have to be patient. Think unsexy thoughts."

"Unsexy thoughts? Like..." Jeff looked out over the sand. "How about we check out the chicks?"

Hunter started laughing, tickled down deep. "Anything for you, baby."

Jeff looked over at him again. "I just want to get you home sooner than later." Then he was looking out over the beach again and shaking his head. "I mean look at those things jiggle. What are you supposed to do with them?"

"Oh, now. I've sucked your nipples until you begged. You'd figure it out."

Jeff made a choked noise. "That's not... You're... Damn, Hunter, you think anyone noticed if we ran back to your car?"

"With your ass? They'd notice." God, he loved teasing the kid.

Jeff blushed for him. "Not if you were running right behind me. Of course, they might notice that. Especially if I stopped all of a sudden and you ran right into me." Jeff groaned, his hips wriggling, humping the sand for a second. He could see the effort it took Jeff to stop and be still.

"Mmm... My cock, rubbing your ass. I like that visual." He could get Jeff to come, right here. Just like that.

"Hunter. Shit." Jeff closed his eyes and swallowed. "You're not helping."

"Am I supposed to help?"

"I thought we were trying to think unsexy thoughts so we could walk to the car without being arrested?" Jeff's eyes opened again, looking into his.

"Or I could talk you into an orgasm, then you could move nice and easy."

"Hunter!" Oh, damn, that was cute, the way Jeff looked shocked and turned on all at the same time.

"Mmmhmm?" Come on, old man. Big-eyed and innocent.

"You. Oh... I..." Jeff was tongue-twisted, body wriggling like crazy now. "Oh, man. I thought you were serious."

"Who said I wasn't?" Hunter licked his lips, hips rocking.

Jeff whimpered. "You are? But that's..." Jeff's eyes were a little glazed, watching his mouth. "Um...evil."

He made a show of licking his lips again, moaning soft and low. "I'm not evil, baby. I just want you."

Jeff's mouth opened and he licked his own lips, a shiver going through the muscled body. "Want you, Hunter. God, all the time, but especially now."

"God, yeah. I wouldn't mind sucking you off, licking your slit and making you moan."

Right on cue Jeff moaned for him, as if he was doing what he was talking about. "Hunter... Shit. You..."

"Yeah, baby. Me." He kept watching. "Me."

Jeff wriggled, ass humping at the sand, before being stopped with obvious effort. "Want you," Jeff told him, voice low and rough, thick with need.

"Yeah, baby. I want you. Want you to fuck me, yeah? Push deep." His own hips were moving now. Thank God they were a ways up the beach instead of right down by the water with everyone else.

Jeff wasn't even looking around anymore or trying to hide the motions of his hips. Jeff groaned and watched Hunter, mouth open for soft, panting breaths. Fingers curling in the sand, the kid moaned, the sound low and quiet, wanton.

Hunter grabbed the extra towel and tossed it over Jeff's hips. "Love the way your cock feels in me, spreading me wide and shit."

"You're going to make me come," whispered Jeff. God, those eyes were huge with wanting and disbelief and he knew Jeff didn't even see the people farther down the beach anymore.

"That's what I intend, baby." Hunter grinned at Jeff, admiring his lover. "You're so hot."

"I'm on fire for you," Jeff told him, breath coming like a steam engine now, hips going to town. "God, I want to touch you. So bad."

Hunter moaned and nodded. Yeah. He heard that.

Jeff's eyes went wide suddenly and his body froze and then shuddered. "You never even touched me," breathed Jeff, gazing at him with that look that said he was magic.

"Fucking love how responsive you are." He hummed, his own balls aching.

Jeff glanced around quickly, then leaned in suddenly, kissing him hard and fast before drawing back just as quickly. "Every time I think I've done it all, you show me something else."

"Good. I'd hate for you to get bored." Hate it.

"I'm not feeling bored, Hunter." Jeff wriggled a little and grinned. "A bit sticky, but not bored. What about you? Did you? You know."

"Not yet, but I'm, uh, definitely gonna have to wrap my towel around my waist."

Jeff nodded, blue eyes twinkling at him. "Me, too, 'cause I bet there's a wet spot, but at least I won't be making a tent."

Hunter hooted, tossed his head. "Good thing we're near water, huh?"

"Oh! Good idea." Jeff nodded and gave him another quick, hard kiss. Then he popped up and took off toward the water, running right in up to his waist.

Hunter chuckled. Oh, Lord. That man was something else.

He watched the water brush that strong, muscled ass.

Hell, yeah.

Something else, and his.

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Jeff was dog-tired, but as he got out of the taxi there was a spring in his step. Almost two weeks away training with the DEA and he was more than ready to be home. Well, more than ready to see Hunter. Which was why he was here at The King's Sword instead of at his little room at Florence Mae's boarding house.

It was late, but he guessed that Hunter'd still be playing, and he wanted to surprise the man. His flight hadn't been scheduled to come in before tomorrow afternoon, but they'd finished up early enough that he'd managed to beg his way onto the last flight out.

Grinning, eager, he went into the bar, eyes going immediately to the stage.

Hunter was singing away, playing, looking good, happy. Hot as anything. Jeff was practically drooling, and he was half hard already, too, enough that he quickly made his way to one of the back booths--the only spot where there was a seat. Damn, the place was packed, everyone watching the hottest guy in town playing guitar and singing.

There was one guy, right up close, hooting and hollering and making obscene gestures, trying to get Hunter's attention. Hunter gave the guy a look every so often, one eyebrow raised. The guy was pretty good-looking. Seemed pretty familiar with Hunter, too, the way he was acting, and Jeff felt his heart start to thump, a knot forming in his belly.

It hadn't occurred to him that Hunter might not be missing him nearly as much as he was missing Hunter. Which was probably pretty stupid. Hunter was a stud--friendly and sexy and no doubt had quite the following here at The Sword.

And it wasn't like they'd made any commitments to each other. Hell, technically he was still living at the boarding house, though he'd spent precious little time there since meeting Hunter.

God, he wanted to go and rip that guy's head off and carry Hunter right off the stage.

The lights went down, Hunter starting a sweet, slow song, one he'd heard the man sing a dozen times in the middle of the night, when Hunter thought he was sleeping. Oh, man. Jeff wanted to touch. Right now.

He noticed the guy at the front had moved right up to the stage and was gazing up at Hunter and he saw red. He growled a little, actually growled, fists clenched as he tried to decide whether to leave or go up there and let Mr. Right Now know that he wasn't going to let Hunter go.

Then Hunter's eyes opened, searching the crowd a little, the line "love you, baby" ringing out.

Oh, God. That was his. It was. Somehow with those words, he knew that Hunter could care less about Mr. Right Now and his obscene come-here gestures. Jeff's heart started thumping and he got up and made his way to the little stage, pushing his way there when people wouldn't move. He shoved Mr. Right Now out of the way, too, not caring if he was being rude.

This close he could smell Hunter, smell the man's aftershave and his sweat and that was two week's missed and Jeff groaned, pressing his hard-on against the stage to hide it. Hunter's face fucking lit up, eyes finding him and shining. Oh. Oh, wow.

It all fell away, Mr. Right Now, the other patrons, there was nothing but music and Hunter singing right to him like he was the only person in the room.

Wow.

That almost made being gone two weeks worth it. Almost.

The song ended and the crowd hooted, Hunter grinning and blushing, waving to everyone. Mr. Right Now was back to trying to get Hunter's attention, but Jeff shouldered him out of the way and held up a hand to help Hunter down.

"Hey, baby!" He got a smile. "You're home! How was training?"

It took everything he had not to push right into Hunter's arms and take the kiss he wanted. Nobody here would do more than hoot and holler and probably feel about as jealous as he had five minutes ago, but if he started, he wouldn't want to stop. "Long." He wondered how long the rest of the band would need in the back room.

"Good to see you." Someone pushed a beer into Hunter's hand and the man drank deep, long throat working.

Jeff nodded, admiring Hunter, trying to back off the grunting he-man routine. He was not going to drag Hunter back to his cave by the man's hair. No matter how much he wanted to do it. "You, too. I'd forgotten how quiet it was not sharing a room."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I've decided I'm not that fond of quiet." He wasn't very fond of being alone in a bed either, though he didn't want just anyone lying next to him. He reached out and touched one of Hunter's silky curls. "Not fond of it at all."

"No? Not looking forward to your room?" Hunter was almost moaning, eyes hooded in the half-light.

If he wasn't pretty sure Hunter was teasing, he'd have been upset at the words. "I was kind of hoping not to see it until tomorrow. Late tomorrow. At the earliest."

"You know, that little room can't be as nice as my place, baby." Hunter's smile grew, warm and eager. The man put down his beer on a nearby table, not even paying attention to anyone else.

"It's got nothing on your place. And it's missing one very vital component that's in ample supply at your place." God, he loved the way Hunter looked at him, the way Hunter made him feel.

"Blades? Epoxy?" Teasing asshole.

"Right general shape..." He nudged his hip against Hunter's. God, he wanted to be alone with this man. He ached for Hunter.

"Mmm. That was my last set, baby. Wanna?"

"More than just about anything." He slid his arm around Hunter's waist, not caring who was watching, who was hooting and who was jealous. It wasn't about any of that. Hunter fit perfectly against his side, moving nice and easy, guitar swinging in time with their steps.

"Did you drive or walk?" he asked, wanting to get out of the crowd of people and get a proper hello there from Hunter.

"Dave drove me. You got your truck?"

"Nope. I had a taxi drop me. You think the band's done in the dressing room?" He didn't want to have to wait. Hunter made him impatient.

"Maybe. We could grab a cab, or even walk it. The moon's full." Tease. Evil. Beautiful. Sexy. Tease.

"It's late," Jeff countered. "I'm not sure walking's the best idea. And I don't have any more cash for cab fare." He didn't want to beg. It would be undignified.

Still, they walked right on out of The Sword now, into the night and quiet, leaving the crowded bar behind them. He couldn't help but pout. He'd been counting on that back room relieving some of the pressure time apart had left in his pants.

"I'll pay for the cab." Hunter tugged him into an alleyway, and took his lips. He leaned against the back wall, arms wrapping around Hunter's hips, cock full-on hard, need singing through him, just like that.

"Mmm...missed you." Hunter fucked his lips, rubbing against him like a cat.

"Yes. You, too." He nodded, nipping at Hunter's tongue, trying to capture it and suck on it. He caught hold of Hunter's guitar with one hand, laying it as gently as he could against the wall beside him. Then all bets were off.

Hunter was hot, long and pushing against him, rocking. He grabbed Hunter's ass, squeezing it, holding it. He tugged Hunter harder against him, rubbing like mad as they kissed.

"Want." Hunter bit at his lips, his tongue, driving them higher.

"Here?" he asked. "Up against the wall?" He so could do that. He needed Hunter so badly.

"Mmmhmm. Here. Against the wall. Need."

Yeah, he knew that need, felt it. Giving Hunter a hard kiss, he shifted, fingers working open his pants. Hunter moaned, fucking his lips with that hot tongue, driving him crazy. He got his own pants open, then Hunter's, groaning as their cocks slid together.

"Baby..." Hunter's hands wrapped around his head, tugged him closer.

"Yours," he whispered, holding their cocks together in his hand.

Hunter moaned and nodded. "You know it. Gonna keep you around 'til you can't stand it."

"I was in the service, Hunter. I can stand a lot."

"Yeah?" Hunter arched, rocking against him. "How much?"

"A lot." Like maybe forever a lot. He licked his lips, then Hunter's. "Really a lot."

"Move in with me, baby." Hunter chased his tongue. "I got room. I got the will."

Jeff froze, looking into Hunter's eyes. "Really? You mean it?"

"Yeah. Yeah. If you want, baby. You don't have to, but I'd sure like it."

"Yeah? Me, too." He nodded, feeling the brick wall against his back and the heat of Hunter against his front. "Yes, please."

"Yeah?" He got a wolfish grin, Hunter's eyes dancing. "Good."

"Yeah." Jeff grinned back, feeling almost giddy. He grabbed Hunter's shirt collar and tugged him close, giving his lover a no-holds-barred kiss. Hunter opened up to him, hands holding onto his shoulders as they arched together. Their cocks slid together, hot and hard, making him groan. "Want you. Want to go home and fuck you."

"Mmmhmm. In our bed. Hard and deep." Our bed. Shit, listen to how that sounded.

"God, yes." He grabbed Hunter's ass and pulled them together, rocking up into Hunter. Each glide of their cocks sent him higher.

"That's right. Hard. Deep. Fucking until I scream."

"You're mean," he accused, working their hips together again and again. He wanted that, wanted it badly.

"Not. I want you." Hunter was an evil tease.

He slid his hand back between them, pulling hard on their cocks, trying to hurry them along. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying this, but he wanted to go home, wanted to be where he could indeed make Hunter scream. Or at least try.

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Right there, baby. Right. There."

God, that drawl. That was all it took. Jeff came, heat splashing up over his hand.

Hunter grunted, hips jerking, cock sliding hotter, faster, way eased by his spunk. He squeezed their cocks, the glide of Hunter's prick against his sending aftershocks through him. "Show me. Show me how much you want me," he said.

"With all I fucking am, baby." Hunter's eyes rolled, his deep cry echoing. The smell of them together was wild, the feeling of the bricks, of Hunter, sharp and real and just good. Hunter leaned against him, panting, nuzzling in. "Damn. Welcome home."

"Thanks." Jeff held onto Hunter, nothing but the wall holding him upright. "Home. I like the sound of that."

"Yeah? I'm thinking it's a good plan." Hunter's lips were soft, warm against his.

"Me, too." The kiss was warm and sweet and he felt it right down to his toes, which were curling in his shoes. "I love you," he whispered.

"Yeah?" Hunter grinned. "Good thing, given I'm bringing your fine ass home, baby, and keeping you."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. A good thing."

He tucked Hunter back into the tight jeans, then put himself away as well. Picking up Hunter's guitar, he handed it back to his lover. "Take me home, Hunter. Take me home."

About The Author

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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