Chapter Thirteen #2
Keegan sat up and stroked Kerry’s erection, eliciting a throaty moan from his man. Kerry closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Keegan continued to stroke him until a bead of precum gathered at his slit. Keegan swiped his thumb over it and used the moisture to massage Kerry’s frenulum.
“So good,” Kerry moaned.
Keegan released his cock and waited for those dark eyes to open before he licked Kerry’s essence from his thumb.
His big man inhaled shakily, and his expression promised Keegan retribution.
He set the pink pot on the bed and read off the other five pastel colors, all of them with playful names.
“Blue no more,” he said with a snicker as he held up the light blue paint.
Keegan had told him all about the blue ball painting he’d created during his first attempt at art therapy, so the paint color put an extra gleam in his dark eyes.
“Got that right.” Kerry unfolded the canvas that came with the kit and shook it out.
It was a fraction of the size of a drop cloth painters would use, but it was large enough to cover the hotel bed so they wouldn’t ruin the linens.
Keegan got off the bed and spread the canvas over the duvet. “A sexier version of wine and painting night at the art center.” Something wet and cold landed on his ass before he could straighten up.
“Pink is definitely your color.” Kerry’s large hand warmed the paint as he spread it all over Keegan’s right cheek. He braced himself with a hand on the bed and enjoyed the massage. “Fuck, art is fun,” Kerry said with a sexy growl. “Too bad it’s not edible because I want to lick you everywhere.”
“And I want your tongue everywhere.” Keegan made a mental note to find or create an edible version of body paint that wouldn’t stain their skin for all eternity.
Before he finished the thought, Kerry dropped to his knees behind Keegan and buried his face between his ass cheeks.
“No fair.” His protest was as weak as his knees, but Keegan twisted out of reach at his first opportunity and reached for the lime paint color.
“Come back here,” Kerry demanded. “I wasn’t done.” The pale pink smears on Kerry’s face and in his beard were a sensual work of art that made Keegan’s pucker quiver in anticipation of more, but he wanted to get in on the action.
Keegan shook his head and stood up. “I need to spread some of these paint colors on your gorgeous body to paint the canvas. He swiped a finger through the pink paint on Kerry’s face and showed it to him. “Unless you want me to shove you face-first down on the bed.”
Kerry randomly selected a paint pot and handed it to Keegan. “We haven’t tried that yet.”
“Have you ever…”
“Bottomed? No.” Kerry snaked a hand out and hauled Keegan up against him. “I’d try it with you, though.”
Keegan had considered himself a dedicated bottom, but he might like to try topping someday.
He dipped two fingers into the plastic pot and scooped out a generous amount.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smeared the lime-green paint over Kerry’s tight pec, lingering on his nipple before dragging his fingers lower to create a wiggly line over taut abs.
“This is a great color for your skin tone.”
“Looks too much like the slime from the Nickelodeon channel,” Kerry said.
“Oh, I’m going to slime you all right. Downright filthy, remember?”
Kerry playfully tackled Keegan to the bed, and the festivities began in earnest. They kissed and smeared paint all over each other without getting it all over the bed and floor.
They rolled and played, being sure to thoroughly decorate the canvas with their passion.
Kerry wisely kept one hand clean so he could slick his bare dick with lube and slide deep and snug inside Keegan.
They stayed like that for several moments, holding on to one another while staring into each other’s eyes.
Kerry shuddered and groaned when he moved inside Keegan.
“Feel different?” Keegan whispered.
“So intense. Hotter, tighter, and so fucking sweet.” He inhaled sharply. “I probably won’t last long.”
“Don’t hold back.” Keegan used his heels to spur Kerry into action. “Give me all of you.”
Kerry snapped his hips forward, scooting Keegan up the bed with his thrusts. “Like that.”
“Yes. Fill me up. Make me yours.”
“You are mine.” Their bodies slapped together loudly, and the bed squeaked as Kerry set about proving it. Despite his doubt, he lasted much longer than he predicted, working Keegan into a shattering climax before Kerry joined him.
“I feel you,” Keegan whispered in his ears as Kerry pinned him to the bed and rutted through his climax. “So hot and slick inside me.”
Kerry eased out and sat back on his haunches.
He pushed Keegan’s knees toward his chest to raise his ass up.
Kerry eased a finger inside and growled when he felt his release inside Keegan.
He came back down on top of Keegan, and they kissed until they were breathless.
Kerry rolled off Keegan, and they looked at the mess on their bodies.
Keegan’s release had rehydrated the drying paint and smeared the colors into a hue neither of them could name. “Kinda looks gray?”
“I was thinking beige,” Keegan said. “What’s the color that looks both gray and brown in different lighting?”
“Taupe, I think, but I’m the last one you should ask about colors.” Kerry laughed and ran a hand through Keegan’s hair before he realized his mistake. “Oops. Sorry about that.” His cheeky grin said otherwise.
“Sven will kill you if you’ve messed up his handiwork. He spent hours making my highlights look natural.”
“Hours?” Kerry scoffed. “You don’t have that much hair.”
“It’s this entire process of separating the strands with a comb, then bleaching some and wrapping it in foils.
He uses toners and hair masks, and it’s just an extensive process.
” Keegan rolled his eyes upward as if that would allow him to see Kerry’s damage.
He snorted at his silliness and asked what color paint was in his hair.
“Well, it’s like the color on your stomach but darker since it wasn’t diluted with your spunk.”
Keegan slapped Kerry’s shoulder, signaling for him to move. “I better wash this off.”
Kerry nestled closer, nuzzling his nose in Keegan’s neck. “But this feels so good.”
And he groaned because it was better than good.
“Amazing.” His shower was all but forgotten when Kerry kissed him deeply.
Their phones both went off at the same time with incoming FaceTime calls.
If one of their phones rang, they could ignore it, but both?
Kerry rolled to the side, and Keegan fumbled through the pile of clothes until he found one of their ringing devices.
“Sven is calling me,” he said as he searched for Kerry’s phone.
He snagged it off the floor and tossed it to Kerry.
“And Dom’s calling me, but that’s Sven’s face.”
Mindful of the phone’s angle, Keegan accepted the call. “Sven, what’s up?”
“Oh good,” he said breathlessly. Kerry’s phone immediately stopped ringing, so Sven was calling both of them from his and Dom’s phones. “I was afraid neither of you would answer.” He squinted into the phone and leaned closer. “Why is it so dark there? Are you in a cave?”
A snort came from nearby Sven, and then Dom said, “They’re at a hotel during a lover’s getaway, Stevie. Why do you think it’s dark?”
“Oh. Ohhh. I didn’t expect you to do it with the lights off,” Sven replied. “Turn on a light and cover your bits. This is an emergency.”
“What are the two of you doing together?” Kerry asked while Keegan turned on the bedside lamp. He joined Kerry on the bed and positioned the phone so they could both see the screen.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sven teased and batted his eyelashes.
“Quit teasing him, Stevie,” Dominic growled. “Sven is helping me with a case, which is why we’re calling.”
“But first,” Sven said, “what’s smeared all over your skin? Why is Kerry’s beard pink, and what’s in Keegan’s hair? What kind of freaky getaway are you two having?”
“Let me see,” Dom demanded. Sven moved the phone over, and Dom’s handsome face came into view. It was clear he was driving, but he glanced over long enough to see what Sven had described. “Holy shit. You kinky little fuckers.”
“The nature of the call, please,” Kerry demanded. “Maybe we weren’t done getting our freak on.”
Sven sighed. “Unfortunately, you are.”
Kerry and Keegan sat up straighter. “What happened?”
“Vinny put me on another case with short notice,” Dom said. “I started my investigation last night and already asked questions around the bar. I didn’t want to make any of the regulars suspicious, so I called Sven to help me.”
“Sven?” Keegan and Kerry said at once.
The man in question snarled at them. “Neither of you recognized me when I trailed Keegan on his date.” They conceded his point graciously and encouraged them to talk. “So, I went into this bar to get pictures and details for Dom’s case. I looked so hetero that some hot ladies tried to pick me up.”
“Focus, Sven,” Dom said.