Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Man, Nate needed to get home more, if the man was going to snuggle like that.
Really, because that was damned personal and…
Wait.
Him and Nate had had to share more than a couple times, and he’d never had Nate’s hands…there.
His eyes popped open and he saw tousled blond hair and the finest ass in bull riding.
Dillon Walsh.
Fuck him.
Well, it’d been blow him, but still, he’d-- They’d-- And it had been good and he was thinking that he’d sure like to do it again, especially with Dillon’s hand all wrapped around his cock and rubbing up and down, even though the man was still asleep.
Dillon snuffled when he moved, following him with that hot little body, hand staying right where it was.
Coke’s toes curled, hips rolling without him being able to stop them. A low moan sounded, Dillon shifting, thumb rubbing the underside of his cock. Just like he liked. God, yes. He dipped his chin, rubbing against Dillon’s temple as he moaned.
“Mmph. Coke?” Well, hello and yes for that, too. Dillon knew who he was, even asleep.
“Mmm-hmm.” He let one hand slide down Dillon’s back, as far as he could reach.
“Hey.” Dillon snuggled harder against him, pushing that hand up and down. Those pretty eyes opened, and Dillon smiled for him.
“Hey. Good nap?” His eyes crossed a little as Dillon did that thumb-rub thing.
“Uh-huh. I told you I was all for naps. Wake up all refreshed and ready to go.” Dillon pressed against him, and he could feel Dillon’s cock, full and ready against his thigh.
“I’m a fan of ready.” He pushed his leg against Dillon, rubbing back.
“I can tell. I do love how you get prepared.” Dillon squeezed, making his breath hitch.
His shoulders tightened, rolling a little, his neck only letting them move so much.
“You okay?” Pausing just a moment, Dillon waited for his nod before kissing him hard.
There was lots of shit he hadn’t expected to really happen—having Dillon Walsh fuck his lips with that wicked tongue was definitely on that list. It was happening, though, and it was better than he’d ever dreamed. Dillon was kinda…oral. Tactile, too, touching him like he was made of gold.
Coke stopped worrying about what he’d thought or what he’d worried about or… Oh, damn. He just pushed into the kiss and demanded more.
Dillon set to humping his thigh, that hand making him crazy, moving in time with Dillon’s body. They were really heating up, Dillon starting to sweat just a bit, so hot off the mark. He rolled and moved Dillon, getting the man settled above him, their cocks lined up.
“Oh.” Dillon’s eyes went wide, heated, then Dillon began to dance for him, rocking on top of him. They got going good, really moving.
He could spend a month of Sundays doing this, maybe longer.
Hell, yeah. He could feel Dillon’s cock, dragging up along his own, the tip leaving wet kisses.
It’d be a fair bet that Dillon could do it a good long while, too.
The man rubbed and rode and hummed some kind of song.
He braced his legs and started moving a little harder, finding a rhythm that matched Dillon’s and just going to town.
Bracing those hands against his chest, Dillon stared down at him, smiling. “Feels good, Coke. Hot.”
He nodded, still not quite believing he had Dillon’s ass in his hands. Panting, bouncing, Dillon gave them the friction, gave them everything they were gonna need to get where they needed to go. Or something like that.
He tried to lean up a little, kiss Dillon’s shoulder, Dillon’s throat. His neck didn’t move like that, though. “C’mere, honey.”
“Hmm? Oh. ’Kay.” Bending, Dillon presented him with a fine canvas of flushed skin, all within reach of his mouth.
“Good.” He moaned and his lips fastened on salty, heated man. Oh, God. Dillon tasted good. It made him want to know how the rest of Dillon tasted.
“Mmm.” Someone liked that, especially when he sucked a little, tugging enough to sting. Oh, yeah. Dillon jerked and moaned, twisted on top of him. He kept his mouth moving, sucking here and there, tasting every place he could reach.
“Coke. Oh, damn. Do that again. Right there.” He wasn’t sure if Dillon meant the little bite or the pulling down on that tight ass. So he did both—biting a nipple this time and tugging that tight ass close.
“Yes!” Dillon bucked hard, their skin sliding together so hard that it made him yelp, but only in the best damned way.
Coke grunted and bit again, cock throbbing, balls aching.
Dillon’s eyes rolled for him, and that ass started moving as if Dillon was dancing, a slow bump and grind.
Christ. He’d never watch the man in the arena again without knowing this. Never.
Oh, sweet fuck.
That thought mingled with the flavor of Dillon in his mouth and he jerked and shot, crying out against Dillon’s chest.
“Coke. God Almighty.” Dillon breathed it like a prayer, watching him for long moments. Then the man started humping hard, working toward the end, coming seconds after he did.
He held on, watching Dillon all the way. God, he was a fine, fine man.
“Hey.” Dillon blinked at him, smiling. “That was a great way to wake up.”
“No shit.” He grinned up, tickled as hell.
“Is it still night time?” Glancing at the clock, Dillon bounced. “I could call in a carryout order with Denny’s.”
“Works for me. I’m empty.” Wait. Did that sound pervy?
Must have, because Dillon gave him an arch look. “Any time you want to change that, let me know.”
His lips parted and he stared. Did that mean what he thought that meant?
“Or you could do me. I’m pretty easy. I mean, I would love for you to. I’m babbling.” Dillon kinda, well, hid against his chest.
His cock actually jerked, and he had to remind himself he was too old for this shit. He stroked Dillon’s hair, trying to remember how to breathe. “I think we could manage that, honey. Both, I mean. Together.” Shit.
“Oh. Well, good. I mean, eventually, we’ll have to do more than me using you as a jungle gym, huh?” He could feel Dillon’s laughter against his belly and chest.
“I don’t know. I think I make a damn good jungle gym. Of course, it’d be easier in the pool.” Oh. Pool sex. Oh…
“The pool?” Dillon glanced up, obviously intrigued. “Huh.”
“I got a great big pool and hot tub set up at home. I. Uh. Spend a lot of time there.” A lot of time.
“Man, that sounds like heaven. We’d get to use a pool at home like, a month.” Grinning, Dillon rolled to one side, snuggling some.
“Mine’s in use all year, barring cold snaps.” He kept Dillon right there, fingers sliding up and down lazily. He could use a swim right now, really. Work out the old muscles.
“Yeah? That would be awesome, eh?” Sometimes Dillon sounded so much like a Yankee it hurt. Good thing he thought it was cute.
“You should come and see, huh?” Was that too much? He’d’ve asked, whether or not they’d got busy. He liked Dillon.
“I should. I’d like that. Heck, it’s not like my place needs a lot of maintenance.” Dillon was just grinning like a fool, so it must be a good thing.
He nodded, grinned back. “So, tell me. What all from the Denny’s do you want? I’m thinking I need a burger and possibly pancakes.”
“I could eat the side of a barn. How about an omelet and some French toast?”
“Works for me.” He rolled, grabbed the little hotel book and the phone.
Dillon tickled him while he was ordering, fingers moving up and down his ribs. Butthead. He reached back, swatting Dillon playfully, hand connecting with a swack. Jumping, Dillon cackled, wiggling for him. Hell, time he was done ordering, Dillon was up and dancing for him, laughing like a loon.
He was laughing too as he hung up the phone, throwing a pillow at Dillon’s head.
“Hey! Don’t damage the merchandise.” Dillon sank down on the edge of the bed. “How long before we pick up, and how late is the pool open?”
“Twenty minutes and…” He grabbed the little hotel book, squinting. “Eleven.”
“Cool and cool. We have plenty of time.” Dillon’s cheeks heated. “I mean, I know we can’t, you know, in the pool here, but I know you like to swim.”
“I do. You? I never see you in the pool at the hotels.” He got up, headed for his gear to find his trunks.
“Oh, I kinda freak the guys out a little. Not to mention the pale. I like it, though.” When he straightened up Dillon was watching him like a hawk.
“I know all about pale.” He didn’t cover his cock, not at all, but the temptation was there.
“You’ve got nothing on me. In fact, you’re all tanned now.” Finally, Dillon got up and went to get some swim trunks out.
He caught himself following, wanting to touch, to feel Dillon’s ass again. His hands moved without his permission altogether. The moment his fingers connected with Dillon’s skin, the man moaned for him, pushing into his touch. It had to be mutual.
“You’ve got the prettiest ass on earth, honey. I swear, I’ve had dreams…” He rubbed a little, admiring.
“I like dreams. As long as they’re not those ‘oh man, that guy has spinach in his teeth’ dreams.” Lord, sometimes Dillon made no sense.
“No. No, they’re not.” They were way more…explicit.
“Well, that works, then.” Sliding around, Dillon wrapped both arms around him, squeezing tight.
He held on a second, leaning a little. It was weird, but good.
“Come on, honey. Let’s do a lap or three.”
“Works for me.” They headed out, Dillon grabbing a room key and a wallet, so they could go get the food. Seemed like the night was going to be even better after the nap than it had been before.
A man couldn’t ask too much more than that.