Chapter Six
Thankfully, the talk about Dade’s father ended.
Cliff had been sort of appalled at the thought of a kid digging foxholes.
He’d asked if it was some sort of punishment, and Dade had explained that it seemed like it to him, but in his father’s eyes, it was supposed to be some sort of bonding exercise.
“You know, fishing, boating, or swimming would have been more fun,” Cliff had teased, and Dade rolled his eyes before settling back into Cliff’s arms.
“I know, right. Maybe I should petition for foxhole digging to be added to the Olympics.” He snickered and grew quiet as the movie continued.
“At least you can laugh about it,” Cliff said.
“I guess I have to. I mean, what sort of parent thinks of foxhole digging as a bonding exercise with a nine-year-old. I mean, I used to love to dig holes, and sometimes I’d bury things and play archaeologist to dig them up, but…
.” He paused, and Cliff hesitated. “Things are what they are. What did you and your dad do for fun?”
“Dad worked a lot, so I saw him most evenings, but the really interesting thing is that we used to go on these car vacations. I remember horseback riding out west, seeing buffalo, exploring caves, as well as gold mining ghost towns. We went to the top of mountains. My dad was the one who taught me how to swim, and he was a Boy Scout leader.” He sighed.
“I guess I had it pretty good. My dad had his quirks, but he was fun to be around, and he seemed to like the time he spent with us.” The movie was starting to end, and Cliff yawned and leaned back against the sofa cushions, closing his eyes.
It was still early enough, but he had had a full week and so had Dade. “I think I should get ready to go.”
Dade slowly untangled himself from the blankets and stood once the movie credits began. Cliff got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head as Dade wound his around Cliff’s middle. “Stay,” he said softly.
Cliff lowered his arms. “Are you sure?”
Dade rested his head against Cliff’s chest as Cliff held him.
The evening had been an exercise in restraint and trying to keep his errant thoughts in check, especially when Dade shifted against him.
He had to know the effect he had been having on Cliff—it was kind of right there most of the evening.
And yet either Dade chose to ignore it or he simply hadn’t noticed.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He stepped back and began turning off the TV and lights.
Then he took Cliff’s hand and led him down to the bedroom, closing the door after them.
Cliff cupped Dade’s cheeks in his hand, his heart racing at the warmth under his hand.
Dade closed his eyes, and Cliff drew him closer, kissing him gently at first. But the passion seemed to rise from nowhere, and soon he found himself devouring Dade’s lips, needing him so badly, the want and desire were almost uncontrollable…
and yet he needed to take a step back, at least in his head, and control himself.
The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm Dade, and yet he felt kind of overwhelmed himself at the moment.
He wanted everything, and he wanted it all at once.
Slipping his hands under Dade’s shirt, he ran his fingers up his belly and to his chest, tweaking a nipple until Dade groaned softly. He turned him, pressing his chest against Dade’s back, running his hands over his skin as he pressed his shirt upward.
Dade groaned even more loudly as Cliff held him tighter.
He arched his back, and Cliff used that opportunity to kiss him again.
He held him tightly, slowly exploring the acres of hot, smooth skin that he was able to bare.
Cliff got Dade’s shirt off and explored his lithe body, letting his hands roam before teasing his way down his belly.
He unfastened the button at the waist of Dade’s jeans.
The fabric parted slightly, and slowly he slipped down the zipper.
Dade’s reaction was electric as he vibrated in Cliff’s arms. Damn, he loved that reaction, kissing the back of his neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin.
God, he wanted everything about this man.
He was strong and sinewy, with muscles that stretched and seemed to go on forever.
“Make that sound again,” Cliff whispered as he lightly pinched Dade’s nipple.
The mewly, needy cry was so sexy, it sent a wave of desire racing through Cliff.
Damn, it was so guttural and sounded of pure passion.
Cliff did it again, and Dade whimpered and leaned against him as his knees went out from under him for a fraction of a second.
“Yes…,” Cliff moaned before sucking on Dade’s ear. “Show me how much you like my touch.”
“Cliff…,” Dade cried, and he kissed him harder, letting his hands wander down his quivering belly.
He parted the fabric of his jeans before sliding his fingers just above the band of Dade’s briefs.
He wanted to tease him, to drive him out of his mind, and by the way Dade quivered against him, it was working.
“That’s it. Show me how much you want me.
How wild I’m driving you.” He had never been really good at dirty talk, but he wanted Dade to know that this was for him.
That Cliff was going to take his time, and that the two of them had all night and Cliff intended to take as much time as he possibly could.
There was no need to rush, and Dade was most certainly worth each and every second.
Dade shook as Cliff slipped his fingers under the elastic, wrapping around his firm length. “God,” Dade whispered, and shook as Cliff stroked him slowly. “Oh….”
“You like the way I touch you?”
“Yes…,” he hissed softly. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Cliff promised, and held Dade tighter. “I love touching you, love how you respond to me.”
Dade stilled. “Is this some sort of S and M thing with you? Do you have to be the one in control?”
Cliff chuckled. “No. Control isn’t something I demand or want all the time.
But tonight, I want to be the one to give you pleasure.
I want your head to fly and to touch your heart.
There is nothing wrong with giving someone else control as long as you trust them and they care for you.
That’s what really matters, and tonight I want to show you how much you mean to me.
” He backed away, and Dade turned to face him.
Dade’s clothes were all askew, and he had never looked better.
“I do trust you,” Dade said. “But….”
Cliff tugged him closer. “I know. And I’m not asking for anything you aren’t willing to give.
” He kissed Dade hard, pressing him down onto the mattress.
Dade whimpered and writhed under him as Cliff, still dressed, got the rest of Dade’s clothes off.
They tumbled to the floor, followed by his own, and then Cliff climbed onto the bed, getting Dade situated until he was comfortable.
“I have to know if there are things you don’t like. ”
Dade snickered. “Look, I don’t have any idea what you want from me. I’m not a guy who’s had a very, shall we say, broad sexual education. I’m not into anything too kinky and stuff. That just isn’t me.”
“Good. I want you to just be you,” Cliff whispered. “You don’t need to be anyone else.” He kissed Dade and then lightly nipped at the base of his neck. “And you don’t need to do anything you don’t want.”
“But what is it you want? Maybe I’m too boring for you, or….”
Cliff could see that Dade’s mind was now going a mile a minute.
“Hey, you are anything but boring.” Cliff sucked at Dade’s nipple, earning a deep, low groan.
“You are exciting and amazing. You make me want things I’ve never wanted before and made me consider things I would never have before.
” Cliff met Dade’s gaze. “I read once that you connect with people who see you for who you are. And I know you do that. You even called me on it when I first asked you out. Do you remember? You want and need roots, and you have them here. That’s what you told me.
You don’t dissemble or beat around the bush.
You’re forthright and honest.” Cliff kissed his way down Dade’s belly.
“And you deserve that same thing in return.” He sucked the head of Dade’s cock between his lips and slowly sank down his length while Dade made the most amazing whimpery gasp.
The time for talking was over.
“Don’t stop,” Dade cried as they moved together. Dade’s eyes were glazed, and his breath came in pants.
Cliff paused, letting them both catch their breaths before sliding deep into Dade’s tight heat, his eyes crossing at the sensation. God, Dade was amazing. He leaned forward, kissing him hard and then slowly building up steam.
“I said don’t stop,” Dade growled.
“Mr. Pushy,” Cliff teased as he gasped for air and drove deep and hard.
Dade sighed and tensed, his hand a blur as he stroked himself.
“Yeah…. Jesus, don’t….” Dade groaned and stilled as Cliff reached the very peak of his control.
Dade murmured something and then cried out as he lost control, pulling both of them into the release that sent Cliff flying.
In trying to make things special for Dade, he had found something mind-blowing for himself.
Cliff managed to lie on the bed next to Dade, their bodies separating in a quiver of spent passion. The energy of a few minutes earlier seemed to have evaporated, and all he could do was lay still, breathe, and hold Dade to him. “You’re amazing.”
Dade chuckled. “I think you’re the fantastic one. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk straight for days.” He slowly rolled onto his side as Cliff tugged him closer. “Not that I’m complaining.”