THE HOUSE was as secure as it was gonna get. The dogs were set with a buddy of theirs. They were packed. Galen grinned to himself, loading the last case into Shane’s new truck. Man, it seemed weird to be packing up and leaving again, but this time he was doing it right.
“You all ready, darlin’?”
“I. Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Shane still looked a little lost sometimes, like he couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t at the club.
He knew Shane would probably go back and tend bar. Something. The man needed to work, and it was a social job, one that got Shane the kind of personal interaction and shit that he needed.
But for now, they would wander.
“Cool. Come on, honey. We’ll go play.” They’d decided on the mountains. Not Vermont, like they’d done on their one Christmas vacation. The big mountains. Colorado. They were gonna road trip it.
He got a grin, a dark hickey right at the curve of Shane’s jaw. “Man, this is the longest vacation ever. We’re going to have a ball.”
“Shit, yes. We’re going to eat and fuck our way across country.” Man, he could see that. Just him and Shane, naked at every opportunity.
Shane hooted, hopping up into the cab. They had snacks, a cooler, music, and a kickass camera. They were ready.
Galen eased out of the yard and hit the road, cranking the truck up and burning off, knowing Shane loved speed. He wanted to laugh. Wanted to hear more of Shane’s amazing chuckle.
“You excited, Len? I’m ready. I dreamed about that cabin we rented. Looks like heaven. Just you and me.”
“Yeah? Dreaming, huh? Yeah, I’m excited, darlin’. It has a hot tub.” They’d pored over all sorts of brochures, making sure they’d be a little isolated but have all the comforts.
“And a grill. And a big old bed.” One hand landed on his thigh, Shane petting a little.
“Uh-huh.” Oh, that had his foot dancing on the gas pedal, but Galen held it together, knowing it was early days on this road trip to be so distracted. “A great big one.”
“Remember our last road trip? Thanksgiving with Momma?”
“Oh good Lord. Yeah.” Man, they’d had some times. This one might prove to be the best. He patted Shane’s hand. “Remember how rubbery that Yankee cranberry thing was?”
“That was foul. Your aunt makes the best biscuits, though.” They headed north, easing onto the highway. They hadn’t just talked in forever. It was weird. Cool, but weird.
“Yeah, but did I ever tell you about the time she put in cream of tartar instead of baking powder?” They laughed and chatted, and before Galen really blinked, they were two hours down the road and needing to stop.
Shane looked fucking amazing—T-shirt and jeans, skin tanned nut-brown, little bite marks visible every little bit.
All he could do was jones on that, watch Shane boogie on into the convenience store while he got gas. God, that man made him happy.
He headed in to do his business, and Shane was at the counter, talking to a couple girls, a cook, and a big burly truck driver. Jesus, Shane’d never met a stranger.
Galen grinned and headed for the bathroom, then came out to grab a Goo Goo Cluster and put it on the counter. “You all set?”
“Yep.” Oh good Lord. Peach rings. Red Bull. A bobblehead alligator and a ball cap that said “Hell, Yeah.”
Someone was having a grand time. Galen added a shot glass to the mix, knowing he could get Shane to do some private bartending soon. He got this grin that just made his belly tight—happy and sexy and pure fucking fun.
How the hell had he let himself miss that?
They got back to the truck, and Galen had to take a kiss. Just a little one, where no one would see.
“Mmm. Hey.” Shane grinned against his lips, nose brushing his. “Northward-ho, huh?”
“You know it.” He cupped the back of Shane’s head, holding him there for another kiss. Yeah. That was what he needed.
“Thank you.” The words were damn near moaned.
“You’re welcome, darlin’. We should hit the road. Get to the hotel so we can….” Well. Yeah. Hoo, yeah.
“I’m all about that.” Shane blushed, eyes flicking to the back of the truck.
“Shane…. Oh, darlin’. There’s too much crap back there.” Man, they should have stayed in the bathroom. Except that was kinda nasty.
“I know. I….” Shane cupped his cock, just a second. “I brought a bag of our…. Uh. Stuff. It’s back there for us.”
“No shit?” Jesus, he was gonna batter his way out of his jeans with his cock. Just like that. He pushed into Shane, missing the pressure of that hand already. “Need you.”
“Uh-huh. The straps. A plug. Stuff.” Shane was hot as a two-dollar pistol.
Galen almost killed them both taking another kiss, his elbow hitting the horn about the time Shane’s tailbone hit the gearshift. They both jerked back, then started hooting, the cab of the truck filling up with the sounds.
Clapping his hat back on his head, Galen patted Shane’s thigh, right up near his cock. “Save that for me, darlin’.”
“For the rest of time, man.”
That was enough for him. Just to know that.
It was getting better every fucking day.
THEY HAULED the suitcases into the hotel room, both of them bumping shoulders and chuckling.
Shit, that kid who had checked them in looked about three-quarters stoned and smelled.
Well.
Damn.
“Shit, Len, we should’ve asked about where to order pizza.” Shane got the fan blowing, looked out the window. Dude. Brick.
“We got the phone book. And the hotel doolie usually has a few suggestions.” Hell, their room key had a Pizza Hut on it.
“I was making a stoner joke, dork.”
“Oh.” Len kinda looked at him, head tilted just like Goob’s did.
He rolled his eyes, grinned. “Man, you missed all the fun part of being high.”
“Probably.” Shrugging, Len opened one of the suitcases and pulled out their bathing suits. “I never did things halfway, you know?”
He nodded, chewed his bottom lip a little. “That’s okay. I never do things better than half-assed. It has to have a good side. You want me to grab some towels?”
“Huh?” Those sloe eyes met his, and Galen grinned, relaxing. “No. I want you to come here and kiss me.”
“Oh. Okay.” Better. He could so do that. He headed over, pushed into Galen’s arms with a soft sigh.
“Oh, good.” Galen bent, lips finding his, hot tongue slipping out to run along his mouth.
Oh man. He’d been wanting this all fucking day. He got one arm around Galen’s neck, hanging on, his free hand sliding up that hard belly.
“Been thinking of this ever since that first truck stop,” Galen said, lips sliding down his throat.
“Yeah. I had a serious hard-on for you.” Still did. Prob’ly always would.
“Same here. If we’d had the room….” Len kissed him again, teeth stinging his lower lip.
“This…. Damn. This is better. This is private.” He reached down, rubbing Len’s prick through the old, soft jeans.
“Uhn. Yeah. Just us….” Len smiled that pirate smile, rubbing against his hand. Those long legs spread, bracing Len’s big body.
“You smell good.” He leaned a little, cheek rubbing on Galen’s chest. “I could eat you up.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t say no to that.” One hand covered his, Galen leading him right to the tab of the zipper on those jeans.
Hell, yes. He eased the zipper down, tongue sliding in to taste the hollow of Galen’s throat as he protected that heavy cock from those teeth.
“Better….” Len’s cock pushed out, slapping into his hand, making the best noise. Oh, Len was hard for him.
“Mmm-hmm.” He unbuttoned one button after another, heading down slow and easy.
“Shane….” Galen touched his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck. “More, darlin’.”
“Be patient.” He bit one hard little nipple, knowing full well he was asking for it later. Knowing? Shit, hoping he was asking for it.
“I can be patient. Can you?” That growl had him grinning. It didn’t sound patient at all.
“You know it.” He bit again, smoothing Galen’s jeans down off those amazing, lean hips. His thumbs stroked Len’s hip bones, and those muscles shifted, Galen starting to push toward him.
“See, not so patient.” He went down on his knees, lips wrapped around the very tip of Galen’s cock.
“No…. Not when you—fuck! Not when you do that.” Steady as a clock, Galen started thrusting, moving in a heavy, natural rhythm into his mouth. He didn’t tease, he just gave Galen what the man needed, what they both needed. He got his fingers around Galen’s balls, tugging a little. Going up on tiptoe, Len moved for him, almost like a dance. Like the sexiest hip-shaking dance ever.
He moaned, eyes wide open, watching every fucking movement.
“Darlin’. I… damn. Hot. Such a fucking hot mouth.” Yeah. Oh, he loved Galen’s voice when they were like this.
Shane nodded, head moving, throat working, trying to pull more and more pleasure out of that prick. He could feel Galen’s balls draw up, feel the fine tension in that big body. Yeah. One finger slid back, nail scraping that line of skin behind Galen’s sac.
“Fuck! Shane….” A low, raw groan was his only warning before Len was coming for him, filling him right up with heat.
His. Fuck, yeah. He took it all, his own hips fucking the air, humping a little as he jonesed on it.
Yanking him up when he’d taken the last lick, Galen shoved him down on the bed, tearing at his pants. He stretched out, fingers on his nipples, cock thrumming in his jeans. Fuck, yeah. Yeah. He did love him a road trip.
Galen got his jeans open, got them down his legs, dropped them on the floor. Then the man was on him, lips tight around his cock, sucking madly.
“Galen! Galen. Hot!” He wasn’t going to last, so he didn’t try. He just bucked and shot, eyes rolling in his head like dice.
Moaning, Galen licked him clean, stroking his belly and thighs, soothing him right down. Oh, that was the way to ease the stiffness from a day in the truck.
“Mmm. Yeah.” He reached down, hands missing Galen the first couple times.
Laughing, Galen crawled up to snuggle with him. “We could nap. Go sit in the hot tub.”
“’Kay.” He was easy.
Happy.
At one with the universe.
On fucking vacation.