Chapter 9 #4
The bedroom was solid, much like the rest of the cabin—simple, southwestern, functional, but obviously well-cared for.
There were Native American rugs on the hardwood floors, the blankets were turquoise and scarlet, gold and carnelian.
The curtains and art went by in a flash, but the colors popped out.
Seamus plopped down on the bed and pulled Dawson between his spread legs and his hands were still on that hot, tight bubble butt.
God, the man had the best glutes—all that running, jumping, and squatting he guessed.
But it was kind of fascinating to feel what the muscles were like instead of just seeing it.
He had a much better idea of why it was so hard for him to keep up with Dawson now.
Seamus was muscled, but it wasn’t the same. His body was for aesthetics first, function second. He knew that he was ninety percent pretty, five percent nepo baby, three percent luck, and two percent talent. He wasn’t proud of it, but it was what it was. He made a good living, and—
“Where’d you go, babe?”
Man, he’d graduated to babe quick. “I was being jealous of your tight little bod.”
“Don’t be jealous. It’s right here.” Dawes winked at him, and he pushed back into their kisses.
“Yeah, and right now it’s all mine, so you’re right. No reason to be jealous.” He didn’t need to ruin this by getting all thoughtful and shit. This was about touching, and feeling, and tasting. And he wanted to do it all with Dawes, like, in short order.
Starting now.
Seamus found exactly where they fit together, rocking together good and hard.
He had intended to stop this kissing nonsense, move down, and suck that sweet heavy cock in, explore the long scar leading from cock to lower belly, but the fact was Seamus was caught in a circle of pleasure, and he wasn’t feeling like giving it up.
Dawson didn’t seem to be worried or complaining.
In fact, he was pushing Seamus’s legs open wider and muscling in to put a hand on his cock, rubbing along the shaft, the other hand on the back of his neck, holding him in for the kiss.
It was electric and it made his little hairs stand up.
Goosebumps rose on his arms. Of course, his cock loved it, jerking and leaking.
He could do this all goddamn day. He’d have to come fifty times if he did, but still.
Seamus would happily do it too, if he thought his body could handle it.
Dawson got their cocks together, and with every upward stroke he started rubbing hard with his thumb. The zing was maddening, curling his toes and making him shake.
There was no way he was gonna be able to hold on.
Not like this.
Not now.
Those calluses were perfect. They did it for him all the way.
Seamus grunted, the sound coming from down near his balls, and his hips jerked. He wrenched his lips away from Dawson’s. “Fuck, fuck that’s good, don’t stop,” he said, his voice hoarse from the intensity.
“Don’t intend to, pretty. Just let me have it.”
Seamus nodded to Dawes, his body begging, and the best thing he could do, the only thing he could do, was nod and go with it.
Let Dawes have it indeed.
He was going to come like a ton of bricks any minute, and then maybe he’d be able to catch his breath and suck Dawson off. Then again, maybe not. His brains might dribble out of his ears.
“You’re thinking too much, man.” Dawes thumbed the tip of his cock again, pressing deep into the slit. “Don’t think so much, just let it happen. We got all night.”
Seamus panted, resting his forehead against Dawson’s. “Right. All night. I’m gonna.” His balls dropped and that feathery feeling at the base of his spine let him know he was going to blow.
He didn’t want to embarrass himself, but at the same time, maybe Dawson would feel like it was some kind of a tribute.
He shot hard, his eyes rolling back in his head.
It was all he could do not to just shake apart.
“Fuck me.” He bit out the word needing Dawes to hear him.
“Soon, honey, we can achieve that, but not right now.” Dawson was still stroking, thrusting his hand against his cock, which was hot as fuck, and he looked up in time to see a grimace cross Dawson’s face as he shot, his whole body dancing with it.
That was definitely the hottest thing he’d ever fucking seen in his whole life.
He flopped back on the bed because he didn’t think he could hold himself upright anymore. And he hoped Dawson could hold himself, because if he couldn’t, they might smack together and actually injure one another when Dawson fell.
Dawson laughed after he panted for a few seconds, the sound rusty and rough. “Jesus Christ, honey, that was something else.”
“Uh-huh.” He could barely get his mouth to work. His tongue felt like it was weighted or something with pure brain-shaking pleasure.
Dawson didn’t move for the longest time, hands on his hips. The pressure was enough to tell him that Dawson was supporting himself that way and not falling.
Then he stood up straight and moved back enough that Seamus was starting to wonder if he should be self-conscious before Dawes said, “Let me go grab a towel and clean us off.”
“Mmmm.” He thought he nodded. He hoped he did. He should offer to do it. Seamus was the one on the injured list, but really he laid there with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, his toes kind of flapping a bit.
Dawson moved away, coming back to wipe him down with a damp cloth and then a warm towel, and he thought this was like a spa experience or something. Dawson had hospitality down to a science.
“Mmm, you smell so damn good.” Dawson bent and put his nose to Seamus’s belly, and damn if his cock didn’t try to perk up, which made it ache. That was how hard he had come. “You want to wash up and have some of that pizza?”
Seamus blinked, raising up on his elbows. “Do I have to put my clothes back on?”
“No, sir. In fact, we can have naked pizza. That’s one of my very favorite things.”
“I’m totally in with naked pizza. Or just pizza. Or just naked. But really, I’d prefer pizza and naked.” He was a little stupid right this second, and he hoped Dawson would understand.
“Cool, I’ll just get the box and some napkins, huh?”
That low chuckle sent shivers through him, and he nodded. “Do you mind if I grab the blanket off the foot of the bed?”
“Not one little bit, as long as you’re willing to share. You can also get under the quilt and get in the sheets if you want. I don’t mind. They’re clean.” Dawes winked at him over one shoulder as he sauntered off to go to the kitchen and grab the pizza box.
The man was like sex on two legs. Honest to God, his ass was a work of art, even if it was a touch pale.
He was going to have to remember that. No talking about lots of sunbathing or skinny-dipping with this crowd. That butt had never seen the light of day.
Not even a little bit.
It was a touch glow-in-the-dark, which was weird, because he knew Coke and Dillon had a pool and they liked to be outdoors. Maybe that wasn’t for him to think about.
Dawson came back with the pizza box, his front as interesting as his back, his hips as pale as his butt, but the rest was all dark curls and dusky floppiness.
Seamus had to chuckle at himself. Dusky floppiness? What the fuck was that? Please never let him use that in a movie by accident.
He stood up and got under the covers, holding them up for Dawson. “I hope it’s okay to eat in bed. I should have asked.”
“If it wasn’t I would have said something. Don’t worry, I ain’t shy. God knows I’ve eaten in a million hotel rooms where the bed was the only place you had a flat surface to put food on.” Dawson slid into the bed with him, and they pulled the covers up before putting the pizza box on top.
“I’m glad you decided to share a pizza and a beer with me.” Seamus leaned over and took a soft kiss, their lips clinging. “That was wildly amazing and I would do it again anytime.”
“We’ll do it again tonight if we can. Don’t you worry about it. But first, I want you to have some pizza.” Dawson opened the box and it was like the Cheeto scene from that Over the Hedge movie where the animals went crazy from the cheese dust.
Holy Jesus, that smelled like heaven.
“I want that, too. I might even have a piece with the sausage on it and pick the sausage off just so I can get the flavor of it.” His hands actually tingled, and he flexed his fingers, limbering up for pizza enjoyment.
“Long as you don’t expect Nick to pop up and say, ‘Boo, you can’t eat that.’”
“Nick is deliciously busy right now, I have faith.” He and Christopher were…very, very busy.
“Oh.” Dawson blinked at him, eyes wide after he stopped blinking. “Well, good for them. I mean, I knew you said they was… But I didn’t realize there would be…” Dawes laughed. “Well, hell, good for them, like I said.”
“I hope it is. They both need to unwind a little bit. They’re pretty tightly strung right now.” He grabbed a paper towel from the pile Dawes had brought with him, and then a piece of pizza, going in for that first amazing bite.
He savored it, because, damn, he didn’t want to waste this little treat with something as simple as devouring it.
He was going to taste every single flavor from the tomato sauce to the cheese to the chicken, just like he’d savored Dawson.
And just like with Dawson, he was going to go in and thoroughly enjoy a second bite.