Josh pulled Riley into his arms as soon as they were both settled back in Josh's SUV Fuck, he was so goddamn proud and happy that he thought he might burst wide open right there all over his imported leather seats. He nuzzled the side of Riley's head, smiling when Riley sighed and relaxed against him. He'd worried for nothing. Worried that Riley would back out and once again be that douchebag's pawn, but he'd done just the opposite. Riley had given as good as he'd ever gotten from the asshole. The look on Adams' face when Riley pulled Josh into his arms had been worth the price of admission and more. Holy fucking Christ; his man was free.
"So proud of you," he murmured into Riley's sweet-smelling hair. "Love you so much."
"Me, too." Riley rested a hand on Josh's chest and pushed himself back a little. "So fucking horny for you right now."
Josh's dick did a little pulsing dance in his pants and his mouth immediately dried out like the Sahara. "Um … we should probably, you know … go home then. Home … right?" He licked his lips as Riley smiled mischievously at him, his gaze traveling from Josh's eyes to his crotch then back again. Goddamn, when had it gotten so hot in the SUV? Josh's body was reacting like he was a lovesick teenager with a hard-on for the class nerd or captain of the football team: sweating, pulsing, and needing. "Home?" he repeated. "Or maybe we should pick up your car from the courthouse first? Or that could wait until later, I guess. Unless you want to get it first … fuck is it really goddamn hot in here?"
"I have a better idea." Riley's grin and wink went straight to Josh's dick. "You drive, and I'll tell you where to go. Deal?"
"Oh yeah." He couldn't really resist since his ass was almost bouncing off the seat. "Anytime, anywhere."
He pulled out of the parking spot and followed Riley's directions—"left, right, right, left—no, your other left"; "whoa, babe, the light's red"—while Riley's fingers tapped and stroked along his thigh the whole time. Fuck, if he jizzed in his pants Riley would never let him live it down, but with Riley's getting all Alpha male on his boss's ass and that scene in the office, it was all Josh could do to keep the vehicle on the road, let alone control his burgeoning wood.
"Josh?" Oh shit, Riley was talking to him. "You missed the turn, babe. Whatcha thinking about?"
"You're kidding me, right? I'm gonna explode any second."
"Turn left. We just have to backtrack a little."
Riley's hand slid across his thigh before dipping between his legs, not quite brushing over his aching erection, but close enough to make him groan. "I'm gonna crash the goddamn car. Where are we going?"
Riley moved his hand, waving it in the air as he pointed out the window. "Turn on that little side road right there."
"Ri, there's nothing out this way. It's all scheduled for construction."
"Keep driving." Josh glanced to the side, watching as Riley loosened his tie then began unbuttoning his shirt. "Eyes on the road, mister."
Josh kept driving, slowing down as the road got bumpier; it was obviously less used and maintained. The sound of the metal tabs of a zipper forced his head to swivel back to look at Riley. He was barely half-dressed, with his shirt untucked and in the process of being shrugged off, and only the silkiness of his blue tie left to nestle against his smooth, bare chest. His pants hung open, too, black boxer briefs tented up between the gaping crotch of the flaps. Josh had to force his eyes away for fear of slamming into the nearest tree; that would definitely not get him off.
"There!" Riley suddenly said. "Pull into that parking lot."
Josh pulled the SUV into the gravel lot of what he assumed had been a school. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but hard dirt and a few trees surrounding it as far as the eye could see. He'd never known it was possible to feel so far out of civilization even while still in the city, and he wasn't really sure he liked it all that much.
Riley instructed him to pull over to the backside of the building. Despite his overwhelming lust and need to get off, Josh was starting to get a little annoyed with him and his instructions. Just why the hell were they wherever the hell they were? He slammed the vehicle into park and was just about to give Riley a piece of his mind when Riley's head landed in his lap, eager lips mouthing over his aching arousal through the material of his pants. Josh tilted his head back, waiting for Riley's next move and hoping it was exactly what he thought it would be, when his seat suddenly rolled backwards, clicking into place at the furthest spot away from the steering wheel.
He dipped his head in time to see Riley's fingers go to work on his zipper. The long digits easily popped the button and slid the metal teeth apart. Josh flinched in a very good way when heat engulfed his crown. Fingers slid up and down his shaft, lips and tongue sucked and bathed his tip. He groaned when he was swallowed down, Riley's nose snuffling in the thatch of hair above his dick. He couldn't help but fist his hands in Riley's soft hair, fingers twining and pulling the strands as his cock was licked and sucked, twisted and stroked.
Riley shifted so he knelt on the passenger seat, body stretched out across the space between the two seats, mouth never leaving Josh's dick. "Touch me," he hummed against Josh's dick. "Touch me. Get me ready."
Josh's mouth dropped open, and he sputtered for words. "Wha … what? Here?"
Riley looked up at him, those gorgeous midnight blue eyes meeting Josh's and sending another jolt of need straight to his balls. "It's alright. I grew up around here. There's nothing here anymore. We're safe."
Josh bent his head when Riley rose to kiss him, lips desperate in their touch, the taste of his own pre-come bitter and musky on his tongue. They tasted and enjoyed each other's mouths for a while, Riley's hand keeping up a slow but steady rhythm on Josh's length. Finally Josh couldn't help himself; he reached over and slid his hand down the back of Riley's pants. He shoved them down and off the creamy white of Riley's ass, kneaded the soft flesh for a moment, and then slipped one finger down the crack. Tiny drops of sweat eased his way as he found Riley's entrance, caressing, rubbing, tapping.
Riley moaned into his mouth, dropped his head back down, and suctioned his lips to Josh's cock. Josh brought his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingers, getting them as wet as possible before sliding them back down Riley's pants and circling his hole. When he slipped one digit inside the heat of his lover's body, Riley went rigid for a moment, lips loosening around Josh's dick, his hot breath fanning over Josh's flesh like a warm breeze.
Sliding his free hand through Riley's hair again, Josh gently massaged his skull until Riley's breathing returned to normal, lips sliding back down Josh's shaft. He pushed his finger in further, twisted it a little as he passed the tight ring of muscle. Riley squirmed and wiggled, one leg sliding off the seat as he widened his stance, his fingers digging into Josh's thigh when Josh pumped his finger in and out of Riley's ass.
Josh's balls tightened, his dick steeled up as hard as it possibly could be. Then the warmth surrounding him was gone, and Riley was somehow in his lap, hands shoving a tiny bottle of lube between his fingers. He neither knew nor cared where or how Riley had magically produced the bottle, especially when he finally understood what the look in Riley's half-lidded eyes was telling him.
"You want to … here?" All of a sudden Josh felt a little shy and exposed as he peered out into the parking lot. He felt like a cop working a stake-out, though it was definitely a very sexy stake-out. He was never the timid one, never the one who had an issue with sex here, there, and everywhere, but for some reason, he felt bare and raw in his emotions, and he worried that getting off was going to make him spring a leak in more ways than one.
Riley took the bottle back, squirted some of the gel onto his fingers and lifted up off Josh's lap. Josh stared at the lithe, naked body rubbing against him before taking the opportunity to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Riley's body stiffened and lifted a little higher, and Josh knew he was preparing himself. The image forced drops of pre-come out of the slit of Josh's dick. He sank his teeth into Riley's tie, yanked hard, and pulled him back down until their lips met and he was kissing his man again.
Cool, wet fingers grabbed his cock, sliding up and down, coating him with lube before wrapping around his shaft and positioning it against Riley's hole. He felt the burn of first penetration and knew Riley felt it too by the tightness of his lips and tautness of his beautiful body. Riley paused for a moment and pulled away from Josh's lips, lengthening his neck so Josh could brush soft kisses over his jaw, his neck, and that special place behind his ear.
"Okay, babe?" Josh raised his head to peer at him. Riley's eyes were closed, but he opened them when Josh spoke, flashes of lust and need turning them almost black. He slid a hand behind Josh's neck and let his body slide down Josh's shaft while Josh held him tight, never letting his gaze stray from Riley's.
"So good." Riley's hips rose and fell slowly against Josh's body. "Haven't done this since high school," he mumbled, eyes falling closed again as Josh continued to admire him.
"High school?" Josh choked out. He wrapped his hands around Riley's hips when Riley moved his body faster up and down his shaft. The tip of his cock brushed Riley's prostate, Riley's muscles clenching and heating him as he reared up again, then pushed down harder, up and down, up and down until they were both panting and grabbing at each other.
Josh reached between them to fist Riley's dick, but his hand was pushed away, Riley's voice low and sexy in his ear. "No. Wanna come from your cock … gonna come on your cock."
He couldn't remember Riley ever getting off without a little extra stimulation, but the rock hardness of Riley's arousal pressed against his belly, and tiny drops of pre-come had already soaked through his shirt. His own orgasm was close, so fucking close he was beginning to see spots. The spots turned to stars and his climax shattered his composure, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside Riley's ass, hips rising and falling to meet every one of Riley's movements.
Riley whimpered desperately, the sound sending an extra zap of lust to Josh's dick before the front of his shirt was flooded and drenched with fluid, the air filling with the scent of come and sweat. He fisted Riley's cock, twisting and stroking it gently, milking it as Riley writhed and groaned on top of him, body still rising and falling against Josh's thighs. Bending his head forward, Josh nipped and sucked on Riley's collarbone, something he knew turned Riley on and made his orgasm play out a little longer.
When Riley finally pushed Josh's hand away, his mouth slanted over Josh's in a gentle, open-mouthed kiss, tongue sweeping tenderly into Josh's mouth. Josh held him tight and grinned against his lips. He felt rung-out, like an old dishcloth, his body aching from the position they'd been in, but at the same time, he was pretty sure it had been the best sex he'd ever had.
*~*~*
With one last peck to Josh's lips, Riley moved back into his own seat. His muscles ached from the unfamiliar, restricting position he'd been in, not to mention the game of full-contact b-ball the other day. He couldn't help smiling despite the aches and naked mess he'd become. Sticky wetness covered his belly and seeped a little from his ass. Josh wouldn't be impressed by the mess on his seats later, but at the moment he didn't seem to care about much of anything except peering lovingly at Riley.
"You okay?" Riley asked as he searched the glove compartment for some tissues or wipes or anything at all to clean up the sticky mess that seemed to be everywhere. He snickered when Josh reached over and ran a warm finger down his chest, gathered up some of the white stickiness, and popped his finger into his mouth.
"Never been better." His smile took over his whole face, eyes bright with emotion and joy. "Can't believe we just did that."
Riley twisted in his seat, his quest for wipes or just something still alive and well since he hadn't found anything useful yet. He grabbed Josh's gym bag from the back seat and dragged it onto his lap.
"Why? You think we're too old to make out in the car? I was the one playing contortionist. All you did was lie there," he teased, pulling out a clean t-shirt and holding it up for Josh to see. "Can I use this?"
"Not too old, and you do fucking amaze me," Josh said, goofy grin still stealing his face. "But I'd rather you use the towel since I think I need to wear the t-shirt." He laughed when Riley studied him more closely, gaze finally fixing on the large, wet, and gooey spot on the front of Josh's dress shirt.
Riley chuckled and passed him the t-shirt. "Sorry about that. Guess I should have undressed you first." He snorted when Josh grabbed the tie around Riley's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"It was way hotter this way—me dressed and you naked, except for the tie. Poor thing might need a cleaning, too. I don't think I've ever seen you like that."
After finding the towel, Riley removed the tie from around his neck and started wiping up the mess on his chest. "Like what? It's not like we haven't had sex before." He snorted again, looking up into soft chocolate brown eyes. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this either."
"I'm the same." Josh took the towel from Riley's fingers and caressed it slowly down Riley's chest, over his belly and his half-hard dick. "But you were … I don't know how to describe it. Desperate, maybe? Needy?"
"Could be." All Riley wanted to do was bask in the love Josh was throwing his way. "Something about kissing in front of that homophobic prick really got me going. Or could be I just feel free now, more than I have in a long time."
Josh nodded, moving the towel to swipe at his shirt. "As long as you're not free from me."
"You know that's not it."
"So how am I different?" Josh asked, fingers sliding open the buttons on his shirt.
Riley retrieved his own shirt from the floor, gave it a shake to get the dirt off, and slipped an arm into the sleeve. "You, um … kind of look like a lovesick teenager." He chuckled and ducked away, expecting Josh to at least give him a shove or shot in the arm. But he didn't. "Josh?"
Josh raised his head from his task, eyes filled with unshed tears that he was trying to wipe away. "Maybe because I am." Riley reached over and brushed a loose droplet from his cheek. "It's like you're just you again. Not that I didn't love you before, but now … you've got that old sparkle back in your eyes and that cocky grin on your face. I missed you. I missed us."
"Was it that bad?" Riley rested his hand on the sturdy curve of Josh's jaw. He understood what Josh was saying, but that didn't make the words any easier to accept. He'd let all the stress wreak havoc on his insides, and he'd been so unfair and cruel to Josh.
"Not all the time, and you didn't actually do anything to me," Josh said, leaning into the touch. "But you were just a little colder and harder to reach. I get it. I do. Your father … Adams … both of them eating you up inside; but you never really talked about it much, so I couldn't even help."
Riley ducked his head, concentrating hard on buttoning his shirt. He knew he had to just spit it out, just say what he'd been feeling for so long. But it was hard to reveal what had been stuck in his throat, in his heart, for so long. "I didn't want you to think …"
"What, babe?"
Shaking his head, Riley peered out the front window, afraid to look at Josh despite all his words of love and support. "That I was a failure."
Riley couldn't look at Josh; he just couldn't. He didn't want to see the realization suddenly well up in those warm, loving eyes. That was what he'd always feared most. It wasn't an issue of failing himself but of failing the man he loved and respected. His father had always said he'd amount to nothing, and that horrible mantra of his childhood still reared its ugly head when it came to Josh. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost Josh.
"Ri?" Josh said on the cusp of Riley's internal fretting. He looked up into the same loving gaze that had always been there—a little moister perhaps, but the same nonetheless. "Kinda sounds like there's more we should be talking about, babe. I could never think you're a failure—never. I hope you can finally tell me about all the shit you went through, but I'll wait."
Riley finally found the strength to nod. "I love you, Josh, more than anything."
*~*~*
One more surprise to go, one last box to be checked on his checklist. Riley didn't think the last one was the worst, but he still wasn't entirely sure Josh wouldn't think he was out of his mind, either. It warmed his heart to think he could share his Bubba with his lover now; that was his intent with this last reveal, too.
"So, what you do wanna do now?" Josh asked when they'd both managed to put themselves back together. He pulled his seat into its original position and gazed lovingly at Riley. "It's probably still too early for dinner, but I could really use a drink. Wanna go to Sharks and tie one on with me, Counselor? Play your cards right, and you might get lucky."
Riley tested his words carefully in his head while he gazed at Josh. "One more stop, and I'm all yours," he said. "It'll be quick, Scout's honor."
Josh lifted one of Riley's hands to his lips, pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles, and held it there. "Quick, slow; I'll take you any way I can have you. Eventually you will have to feed me, though. And there's no way in hell you were ever a Boy Scout."
"Hey! How can you say that? I was very prepared for what we just did."
"I don't think lube is included in the Boy Scout handbook."
Riley leaned in close. "Guess you don't want me to show you the fire I can spark when I rub two sticks together, then?"
"Keep talking like that, and we'll be going back to that school."
Riley snorted and kissed Josh full on the lips, open-mouthed, tongue lapping luxuriously. "Liked that, did ya?"
"Let's go. The sooner we go, the sooner I can have you again."
"Unless I want to have you."
"I don't see a problem with that." Josh smirked and pulled the keys from the ignition. "Why don't you driven then, since you know where we're going? And that way I can rest before our next adventure."
Riley let out a snort. "Deal." He leaped from the SUV, ran around to the driver's side and yanked Josh out of his door. They kissed hard but quick before Riley smacked Josh's ass then jumped into the driver's side.
Josh sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. "I don't know what's gotten into you today, but wake me when we get there."
Riley couldn't imagine loving anyone more.