That made him snicker. Parker must be in heaven. “Well, good for them.”And us.He wondered what Parker was like without blue balls.
“Right? Park was over the goddamn moon. Woulda rode if Skyscraper hadn’t been a shit.” Sky grinned and shook his head. “Asshole bull.”
“He’ll get another shot, I bet. He’ll just have to go without you to shout at him. Maybe his little buddy can do it.”
“Now that’s a friend, right?” Beck got Sky over to a chair to sit and looked his husband over. “Let me open another beer for you. That one is going to be skunked.”
Sky stripped naked to the waist. “Come here.”
He frowned and took a step toward Sky. “What’s up?”
“Come here.” Sky stared right into him.
He wasn’t really capable of saying no to that look. He moved slowly and sat beside Sky, not trusting himself to speak, or even really wanting to.
Sky grabbed him and pulled himself into Beck’s lap, taking his lips like they were storming a beach. There was no grace, no questions, just this hard, needy kiss.
Oh. Okay. Fucking hell yes please.
He opened and let Sky’s tongue in, every nerve waking up at once. This was better than the shouting or worry or any of that bullshit, it was fucking perfect. His cock swelled, filling his jeans so fast it was almost painful, making him groan.
Sky scrabbled at his jeans, digging and tugging until he found Beck’s cock. “Mine.”
Then he took another kiss, jacking him hard and fast like they hadn’t since they were kids.
“Fuck, yeah!” That was all he had. He bucked into Sky’s hand and made a halfhearted pass at Sky’s belt, but his brain was shorting out and he wasn’t sure his fingers worked anymore. He gave up and let Sky take him higher, concentrating on that hot mouth and the fire in his husband’s hand.
Sky didn’t give him a second’s quarter, a bit of rest. His husband wanted him, his cock, his fucking soul, and he gave it.
He tore away from the kiss to gasp but still didn’t have enough air to warn Sky at all. He arched hard, back bowing as his orgasm crashed through him, roaring in his ears and robbing him of his vision, as spunk shot up between them.
“Yeah.” Sky worked his shirt open, rubbing them together, skin to skin. “Better.”
He took a kiss, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re such an idiot.”
“I’m yours.” Sky smiled down at him, eyes as clear as anything.
“You are. And if Parker doesn’t say ‘Thank you,’ I’m going to give him a need for more stitches.” That was the truth.
“Fair enough. I’m getting too old for this, love.”
“Good.” He started working on Sky’s belt now that he had feeling in his fingers again. “I’ve got something for you to ride instead.”
“Mmm…I like how you think.” Sky beamed at him, waggling his eyebrows. “Ride ’em cowboy.”
“Yeehaw. I mean, if you think you can handle it. I wouldn’t want you to miss early bird senior special in the restaurant downstairs.”
“I’m going to give you one chance to fuck me so hard that I forget that.” Sky bit his bottom lip, tugging firmly.
“I’ll abdicate to you if it makes you feel better, grandpa.” He stood, scooping Sky up with him, and headed for the bedroom, one arm around Sky’s ass and the other holding up his jeans.
“Don’t fall, ancient wonder.” Sky wasn’t helping, nails dragging over his back.
“That’s Mr. Ancient Wonder to you.” He dumped Sky on the bed and ditched his jeans and sneakers, then went after Sky’s boots, tugging them off carefully so he didn’t get shit all over him.
That ankle was already beginning to swell, but he would stress over it later. Sky knew his body. Knew whether to stop him, and that cock wasn’t saying stop.
“I guess you want those jeans off too?” He reached over and palmed the bulge under Sky’s fly.