“HOME. HOME. Home home home.” Shane grinned over at the beasts, who were running around furiously, smelling and pissing and exploring like mad.
Galen had steaks on the grill, the bug zapper was going, and Shane had a beer and his favorite chair.
Life was good.
“Uh-huh. I swear I saw gator tracks.” Len flipped the steaks before bringing him some chip and dip, sitting on the end of his lounge chair.
“Yeah? Good. Means Vic made it.” He reached out, started rubbing Galen’s shoulders, the suntan oil making things nice and slick.
“Looks like. Oh, that feels good.” Head falling forward, Galen let him touch, big body shifting under his hands.
He scooted forward a little and started really working. Digging in. Touching.
“Uhn.” Those muscles went all relaxed for him, Len kinda slinking down on the lounge, really letting him have a go.
“You’re fine.” Shane closed his eyes, rubbing and rocking, the smells of the water and the plants just right, just like they ought to be.
“If you think so, I’m damned happy.” He did. Galen had dusted off his gym in the spare room, working out like an hour a day. It was amazing what some weights could do. Of course, he spent eight hours a day in the bait shop, chatting and lifting and hauling and shit. It was fun, hard work.
Like Len could read his mind, a chuckle floated up. “You enjoying the shop, darlin’? Happy to have a day off?”
“I am. It’s good work. Hell, I got the best company whenever I want it.” Galen, Goob, Khan—it was just like being home, but with coolers and bait.
“How’s that boat holding up?” They’d gotten him a couple boats to rent out, the first one an old used clunker that he’d fixed up himself.
“Shit, some days I just want to hit it with a hammer. Hard. Still, I got the transom fixed and that fucking carburetor working. You need to turn the steaks?”
“Probably need to take them off and let them rest.” Letting them rest these days meant putting them on a Tupperware cake thing with a lid. Khan was a remarkable steak thief. Galen turned and dropped a kiss on his mouth before going to futz with the grill.
Man, look at that ass.
Really.
He so approved.
Turning to look over one shoulder, Len grinned at him. Wiggled a little. “You’re staring.”
“I got something to stare at.”
“I like it. Don’t stop.” Oh, someone was getting all growly in the good way. The steaks got set aside, safe from the dogs, and Len came back, the front of those cutoffs showing that someone was interested too.
“I won’t. You’re just… you’re it for me, man.”
“Ditto, darlin’.” One of Len’s hands slid behind his head, cradling it and holding him in place while that hot mouth closed over his.
He opened up, pushing up into the kiss. Hell, yeah. That was what he needed.
Galen kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and like they had all the time in the world. It made him moan, made him wiggle. His hands wrapped around Galen’s arms, fingers tracing that ink. His.
A low moan sounded, Galen crowding him. “Shane…. Good.”
“Uh-huh. Want.” He did too. He wanted that cock, that mouth.
“Yeah. The steaks are resting….” Galen dropped beside the chair, leaning down and nuzzling at him.
He moaned, reaching to get himself a handful of ass. “Love your mouth, Len.”
“Well, what do you want, darlin’? My mouth or my ass? I could suck you. Or you could do me.” Those dark eyes twinkled for him, Galen making him choose between heaven and paradise.
“I’m supposed to choose?” Jesus.
“One now, one after supper.” Laughing, Galen kissed him again, lips pressing against his, tongue teasing him. He moaned, tongue pushing back against Galen’s.
They passed control back and forth, Galen’s big hands closing on his shoulders, pulling him right up against that fuzzy bare chest. His cock throbbed against his zipper, aching to get out, to push free. Goddamn, his Galen was a hot bastard.
“Can smell you, honey.” One hand slid down to close over his cock, pressing through the denim of his shorts. “Want you.”
“Yours.” He bucked up, rubbed against that touch. “Come on.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Len opened his zipper and pulled him out, got that hand wrapped around him, pulling gently.
“More.” He might have to kill Galen or die when the fucking chair went.
“More what?” Fucking tease. Len finally got down to business, though, mouth dropping down over the head of his cock.
“Jesus!” His eyes rolled back like dice, hips pumping in short, tiny bursts. A low, rough noise was his reward, Len sucking at him, lips and tongue working hard along his length. Shane let himself babble—tell Galen all about how good it was, how fucking happy he was.
Len’s hands were everywhere, stroking his thighs, reaching down to cup his balls. That mouth was relentless, moving up and down, up and down.
“Gonna. Gonna. Galen!” He arched as good as he could, pumping and jerking into Galen’s mouth.
Swallowing him right down, Len took it all, moaning for him. Around him.
His ass landed hard on the chair, bouncing a little. “Damn. Good. Len.”
Licking his lips, Len knelt up, arms braced on the chair. “Very good. Taste fine, darlin’.”
“You needing something?” He leaned, licked Len’s lips too.
“Always. Always needing you. Come here.” Yanking him right off the chair, Len pulled him down across thighs like tree trunks, getting him so he could rub away. He took one hard kiss after another, giving Galen all he had. Clamping both hands down on his ass, Galen pulled him closer, cock rubbing up under his balls, slipping and sliding. Wet-tipped. Hot. Damn.
“Want in, Len?” Galen’s cock slid between his cheeks, and he squeezed, giving the man some friction.
“God, yes. I want to. So bad.” Two fingers pushed against his lips, sliding, opening him. “Get me wet.”
Shane sucked, licking and pulling, wetting those fingers. His cock was making a comeback, the heat against him enough to drive him crazy. Pulling free, Galen reached around and slipped two of those fingers right into him. That just opened him right up, the pressure of it making him bear down and let Len in.
“Fuck.” He smiled, the heat and stretch just everything he wanted.
“Fixing to, darlin’. I promise.” Panting, Galen rubbed against his balls, fingers moving inside him hard and deep. Yeah, he could feel how ready Galen was.
They moved together, foreheads pressed together, and Shane couldn’t decide if he needed that thick cock or the constant push and press of those fingers. The decision was taken out of his hands, Galen’s fingers sliding free, the head of that hard cock pushing right up. Right into him.
His spine went stiff, his hips bucking as he tried to get that pressure just where he needed it.
“Shane. Jesus. Hold still a minute….” Galen held him, hands on his hips, digging in. Then Len moved, hips swiveling, and boom, he was right where he needed to be.
Shane’s eyes snapped open, his whole fucking body on fire. “There.”
“Right there?” Muscles bunching, Galen moved, pushing up to hit that spot again and again.
“Right. Fucking. There.” His cock throbbed, ready to go again.
“God, darlin’. You’re so fucking pretty like this. So hot. I just can’t get enough of you.” Sweat beaded on Galen’s skin, and that cock pegged him again and again, right where he needed it, and damn….
“Yours. Fuck.” He fucking flew, every inch of his body shuddering, shaking.
“Mine. Oh God.” Galen lost the rhythm, slamming into him, head falling back to show that tanned throat. Tendons stood out, muscles bunched, and Galen had to be the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He watched, jacking himself in time, this orgasm sweet as fuck. Wheezing, Galen held on to him, shaking with the aftershocks, looking stunned. “Damn, darlin’.”
“Uh-huh.” Yes. Damn.
“Love you, darlin’. The steaks should be ready.” Galen winked before leaning to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“If Khan didn’t steal them, yeah.” He reached up, stroked the lines beside Galen’s eyes.
“I bet she didn’t.” Galen glanced over at the grill and started laughing. The Tupperware was gone, the steaks were on the ground, and the pups were feasting.
“Oh, you fuckheads!” He hooted, shaking his head.
“Looks like pizza, huh?”
“We could get dressed up and go out, if you want.”
“You want to? We haven’t done that in a bit.” Relaxed, easy in his skin, Galen was still chuckling at the dogs.
“We could even go dancing. I’ll wear my new jeans.”
“Hell, yes. I like your new jeans.” One hand patted his ass, showing how much Galen liked the parts that went into the jeans.
“Cool. Let’s go hop in the shower, and then we’ll go play.”
“You got it.” They moved, Galen lifting him right up, hauling him into the house. The pups could have the steaks.
He had what he needed, balls to bones.