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his hand, too. Johnny came for him like no one else ever
had.
"Fucking love you." He groaned out the words, balls
tight as he thrust a couple more times.
"Then give it to me!" Johnny was still working him,
body squeezing down.
His head snapped back, throat working as he shot,
pouring himself into his lover.
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They collapsed together, Johnny laughing out loud
with pure joy. "God, I love when you get all butch."
He managed to swat that fine fucking ass, hard.
"That's me. Butch-designer extraordinaire."
"Yep. My manly-assed baby. Did you say you
brought juice?" Someone was looking way more
relaxed.
"Mmmhmm. Orange. Car's all packed. Condo's
rented. We're solid." He leaned a little harder. "We can
stop in Austin tonight, if you want. Go dancing at Oilcan
Harry's."
"That sounds good, baby." Shifting a little, Johnny
moved around to kiss him, lazy and happy.
"Love you, huh? We're going to laze around and
think happy thoughts."
"We so are. Get some sun, get some lovin' in." They
rolled a little, Johnny reaching for the juice, sharing it
with him.
"Yep. Swimming, eating, resting."
He couldn't wait.
***
John liked Austin.
Oh, he was looking forward to the beach and all, but
he loved the capitol, loved the tower, and he adored
Sixth Street, with all of its quirky bars and milling
people.
They'd had Vietnamese food for supper and were
heading out to go dancing, and he hadn't felt so damned
good in weeks. God knew, he loved to show Benny off.
Everyone thought he was vain, and he was for sure, but
it was Ben he was most proud of.
Harry's was there, just like always, and they paid
their cover and headed in. Bikers, students, leathermen
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and geeks -- they all milled around, some dancing, some
drinking. They fit right in.
"You want to drink or dance first, Johnny?"
"I want to dance, huh? Work up a thirst." He tugged,
wanting to rub and bump.
Ben's chuckle followed him, and he felt hands on his
butt, squeezing him.
"Woo." The beat was good, and he let his hips lead,
let it take him where he needed to go.
"Jesus. You... you just blow my mind." He'd heard
that at least a thousand times, maybe two, but when
Benny said it, Ben was looking in his eyes.
"You I adore, so that works." His hands landed on
Ben's hips, helping his pretty geek move to the music.
"Yeah, yeah." Ben relaxed into his hands, let him
move them both. He chuckled, remembering the first
few times they'd done this, Ben so worried, so stiff.
Now his Benny wasn't so self conscious. Now they
could just dance and make it foreplay. Get all hot and
sweaty.
Ben's hands slid up his arms, fingers curling around
his shoulders. "You know, someone might think you did
this for a living."
"You think?" He rocked his hips, really letting his ass
shake. "I might just like it."
"Yeah? You might just make a few dollars." Ben
stepped closer, rubbing against his thigh.
"You gonna stuff twenties down my pants, baby?"
Ben should definitely stuff him with something, even if
he could still feel it from the last time.
"No, this time I'll let you do it for me. I'm worth at
least a fiver."
"You're worth more than that to me." Hell, Ben was
worth the whole enchilada. He'd never thought anyone
else was worth moving in with.
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"I know. Mmm. A slow song." Ben cuddled in,
snuggling with him, fingers massaging his neck.
"Oh. Hey." Yeah. A slow song, with lots of rubbing.
That was the ticket.
The dance floor was packed, but that gave him an
excuse to tug Ben closer. They swayed, his mouth
against Ben's temple, his hands clenching on that fine
ass. His cock pressed against Ben's hip, starting to
harden up a little.
"Tell me we can stay here for, say, a month."
"You bet. We'll dance and dance." They could do
whatever they wanted, damn it.
"Okay." Ben lifted his face for a kiss, those pretty lips
parted for him.
He didn't even look around. No one was watching.
No one cared. John took that mouth, a low moan
pushing out of him. Ben's tongue slid against his, the
kiss wet and hot, slick. Sweet. God. Just to be away
from home, away from all the damned cops. To feel like
no one was watching. To know they were just one more
couple. Just another set of guys.
He turned Ben in a slow circle, their hips grinding in
time to the music.
"Having a good time, honey? This is good?"
"This is real good, baby. Real good." Hell, he could
go without the drink. Just a Coke maybe, to keep them
lubed.
Hell, the rate they were going, they could stay like
this until closing time. Together.
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Chapter Nine
Surf. Sand. Sun. The three ingredients in the no-
more-fucking-stress meal.
Ben stretched out on the beach chair under the sun,
cheek on his arms, dozing. It had been a perfect day. He
and John had eaten and slept, eaten and slept again.
He was a fan.
His eyes closed, and he drifted off, listening to the
guys playing volleyball in the sand.
A hard smack to his ass had him popping up like a
jack in the box, and Johnny laughed like a loon, handing
him a cold drink. "Hey, babe."
"Hey." Fuck, he was sun-stupid. "Having fun?"
"I am. You?" Like Johnny couldn't tell.
"Mmm." He was being a lazy bum. It was perfect.
Johnny flopped down next to him, preferring a
blanket on the sand to a chair. "Feels good, huh?"
He nodded, letting one hand flop down, land on the
small of Johnny's back.
"Mmm. You're all warm."
So was Johnny. The finest sheen of sweat covered
that smooth skin, slick and good.
"I am." He was basking, getting all brown and melty.
Johnny arched into his touch, the tiniest bit of sandy
grit covering the tanned skin. Warm didn't begin to
cover that man. His hand started sliding, slipping down
to cup one ass-cheek, squeeze a little.
"Gonna make me all pointy, babe. Not sure if that's
allowed on the beach." Johnny was laughing, though,
the sound breathless and good.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm too lazy to get up to
anything." Probably. Maybe.
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"You think?" Reaching up, Johnny stroked the backs
of his thighs, at least as far as the man could reach. It
tickled, those hard fingers catching the tiny hairs there.
"Uh... Uh-huh." His toes curled, and he shivered,
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his hand, too. Johnny came for him like no one else ever
had.
"Fucking love you." He groaned out the words, balls
tight as he thrust a couple more times.
"Then give it to me!" Johnny was still working him,
body squeezing down.
His head snapped back, throat working as he shot,
pouring himself into his lover.
Collars and Cuffs - 73
They collapsed together, Johnny laughing out loud
with pure joy. "God, I love when you get all butch."
He managed to swat that fine fucking ass, hard.
"That's me. Butch-designer extraordinaire."
"Yep. My manly-assed baby. Did you say you
brought juice?" Someone was looking way more
relaxed.
"Mmmhmm. Orange. Car's all packed. Condo's
rented. We're solid." He leaned a little harder. "We can
stop in Austin tonight, if you want. Go dancing at Oilcan
Harry's."
"That sounds good, baby." Shifting a little, Johnny
moved around to kiss him, lazy and happy.
"Love you, huh? We're going to laze around and
think happy thoughts."
"We so are. Get some sun, get some lovin' in." They
rolled a little, Johnny reaching for the juice, sharing it
with him.
"Yep. Swimming, eating, resting."
He couldn't wait.
***
John liked Austin.
Oh, he was looking forward to the beach and all, but
he loved the capitol, loved the tower, and he adored
Sixth Street, with all of its quirky bars and milling
people.
They'd had Vietnamese food for supper and were
heading out to go dancing, and he hadn't felt so damned
good in weeks. God knew, he loved to show Benny off.
Everyone thought he was vain, and he was for sure, but
it was Ben he was most proud of.
Harry's was there, just like always, and they paid
their cover and headed in. Bikers, students, leathermen
Collars and Cuffs - 74
and geeks -- they all milled around, some dancing, some
drinking. They fit right in.
"You want to drink or dance first, Johnny?"
"I want to dance, huh? Work up a thirst." He tugged,
wanting to rub and bump.
Ben's chuckle followed him, and he felt hands on his
butt, squeezing him.
"Woo." The beat was good, and he let his hips lead,
let it take him where he needed to go.
"Jesus. You... you just blow my mind." He'd heard
that at least a thousand times, maybe two, but when
Benny said it, Ben was looking in his eyes.
"You I adore, so that works." His hands landed on
Ben's hips, helping his pretty geek move to the music.
"Yeah, yeah." Ben relaxed into his hands, let him
move them both. He chuckled, remembering the first
few times they'd done this, Ben so worried, so stiff.
Now his Benny wasn't so self conscious. Now they
could just dance and make it foreplay. Get all hot and
sweaty.
Ben's hands slid up his arms, fingers curling around
his shoulders. "You know, someone might think you did
this for a living."
"You think?" He rocked his hips, really letting his ass
shake. "I might just like it."
"Yeah? You might just make a few dollars." Ben
stepped closer, rubbing against his thigh.
"You gonna stuff twenties down my pants, baby?"
Ben should definitely stuff him with something, even if
he could still feel it from the last time.
"No, this time I'll let you do it for me. I'm worth at
least a fiver."
"You're worth more than that to me." Hell, Ben was
worth the whole enchilada. He'd never thought anyone
else was worth moving in with.
Collars and Cuffs - 75
"I know. Mmm. A slow song." Ben cuddled in,
snuggling with him, fingers massaging his neck.
"Oh. Hey." Yeah. A slow song, with lots of rubbing.
That was the ticket.
The dance floor was packed, but that gave him an
excuse to tug Ben closer. They swayed, his mouth
against Ben's temple, his hands clenching on that fine
ass. His cock pressed against Ben's hip, starting to
harden up a little.
"Tell me we can stay here for, say, a month."
"You bet. We'll dance and dance." They could do
whatever they wanted, damn it.
"Okay." Ben lifted his face for a kiss, those pretty lips
parted for him.
He didn't even look around. No one was watching.
No one cared. John took that mouth, a low moan
pushing out of him. Ben's tongue slid against his, the
kiss wet and hot, slick. Sweet. God. Just to be away
from home, away from all the damned cops. To feel like
no one was watching. To know they were just one more
couple. Just another set of guys.
He turned Ben in a slow circle, their hips grinding in
time to the music.
"Having a good time, honey? This is good?"
"This is real good, baby. Real good." Hell, he could
go without the drink. Just a Coke maybe, to keep them
lubed.
Hell, the rate they were going, they could stay like
this until closing time. Together.
Collars and Cuffs - 76
Chapter Nine
Surf. Sand. Sun. The three ingredients in the no-
more-fucking-stress meal.
Ben stretched out on the beach chair under the sun,
cheek on his arms, dozing. It had been a perfect day. He
and John had eaten and slept, eaten and slept again.
He was a fan.
His eyes closed, and he drifted off, listening to the
guys playing volleyball in the sand.
A hard smack to his ass had him popping up like a
jack in the box, and Johnny laughed like a loon, handing
him a cold drink. "Hey, babe."
"Hey." Fuck, he was sun-stupid. "Having fun?"
"I am. You?" Like Johnny couldn't tell.
"Mmm." He was being a lazy bum. It was perfect.
Johnny flopped down next to him, preferring a
blanket on the sand to a chair. "Feels good, huh?"
He nodded, letting one hand flop down, land on the
small of Johnny's back.
"Mmm. You're all warm."
So was Johnny. The finest sheen of sweat covered
that smooth skin, slick and good.
"I am." He was basking, getting all brown and melty.
Johnny arched into his touch, the tiniest bit of sandy
grit covering the tanned skin. Warm didn't begin to
cover that man. His hand started sliding, slipping down
to cup one ass-cheek, squeeze a little.
"Gonna make me all pointy, babe. Not sure if that's
allowed on the beach." Johnny was laughing, though,
the sound breathless and good.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm too lazy to get up to
anything." Probably. Maybe.
Collars and Cuffs - 77
"You think?" Reaching up, Johnny stroked the backs
of his thighs, at least as far as the man could reach. It
tickled, those hard fingers catching the tiny hairs there.
"Uh... Uh-huh." His toes curled, and he shivered,
jerking away a little. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]