“Mmm. That’s nice, baby.” He ran his hands over Colt’s warm skin and let himself smile, arching his neck for Colt. This was always right between them, wasn’t it? Good days, bad days, it was always magic when they were together like this.
“I got you.” Colt petted him, stroking him in long, slow motions that aroused and soothed all at once.
He pulled Colt into another kiss. Their tongues tangled, Colt touched him just right, and what could have been a slow burn instead sent Kyle up in flames.
Colt grabbed their cocks, holding them in one perfectly callused hand, finding a rhythm and tugging them, nice and steady.
Jesus, those hands. “Yes.” He licked across the line of Colt’s jaw, listening to the breath between them grow heavy. He found one of Colt’s nipples with his fingers, rolling and tugging on it.
Colt bent his head, resting his forehead on Kyle’s shoulder, panting hard as they rubbed together.
“Does that feel good? Is that what you want? God.” He fed Colt encouraging words and moans, and tucked a hand behind Colt’s neck, his own breath growing shallow. “You like that? Yeah?”
“C’est bon, cher. I got you.” Colt arched, teeth teasing the curve of his throat, fingers dancing over his ink, tracing the patterns.
He dropped his hand down between them and curled his fingers around Colt’s, adding a little more pressure and shifting their angle just… so. He gasped. “Yeah, baby. Right there.” His eyes slammed shut, and he arched his head back, balls drawing up tight. “Fuck.”
“Mmm….” Colt rolled his free hand over the tips of their cocks, making the world go bright white as the friction sent him over the edge.
“Colt!” He grunted and rode it out, enjoying the high for a moment, loving the feel of those fingers scraping over his skin. But as soon as he could pull his mind back together, he pushed Colt’s hand out of the way, slid down on the bed, and took hold of his lover’s cock himself, closing his mouth around the ruddy head.
Colt groaned, the sound deep and raw, rough as hell and wonderful, musical.
He moaned around that thick erection and took it in deep, letting Colt rub and grind against the roof of his mouth.
“Fuck! Cher!” Colt curled around his head, humping a few desperate times before spunk filled his mouth, the bitter and salt so Colt it made him groan.
“Mmm.” He took his time releasing Colt, teasing him gently with teeth and tongue as he slowly climbed back up into the pillows. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love doing that for you. You’re so free.”
“Feels like heaven, cher. Thank you.” Colt curled in close to him, cheek on his chest.
He tucked an arm around Colt’s back and kissed his lover on the forehead. He was tired too, now. Colt had to be just wiped out. But it felt so good to hold Colt close. “Thank you. You have magic hands.”
“We got this. Rest, cher. Morning will come soon.”
He intended to. He thought maybe he might even sleep well. But he waited for Colt to fall asleep first.
16
“You wantto order a pizza, Colt?” Timmy was surrounded in a cloud of green smoke as he came out from his shower.
“Sure, boo. What kind you want?” He had about two hours before Kyle texted, wanting him to come over. They’d found a rhythm over the last few weeks, him and Kyle. He worked from noon to ten or so, he showed up at Kyle’s a little after midnight, and then he got up with Kyle and headed out around seven to go home and write before he went back to play. Sometimes he goofed off, sometimes he headed down and played for tips because it made him feel alive.
“Something with mushrooms. And whatever else you want. I have a craving for mushrooms. And maybe a beer.” Timmy stuck his arm out, offering the joint between his fingers.
He shook his head. He didn’t need to fall asleep now. “You got it.” Sausage, onions, and mushrooms it was. He called and ordered, then plopped down next to Timmy. “You get your vacation planned out? You going to Hawaii?” The studio was basically closed between Thanksgiving and New Year’s, most folks taking time at the holidays for family. Timmy said he always went away for that month.
“Nope. We talked about that, but we’ve done Oahu a bunch of times, and the guys wanted to do something different. My buddy got us a sweet place in Puerto Escondido. Big surf, awesome beach. It’s gonna be off the Richter. Probably work up a sweat too.”
“Good deal. I’m gon’ eat turkey with Kyle for Thanksgiving and then go to Texas.” Norv and Ryder wanted him there, and there wasn’t work for him here. Not only that, but he did love him some Christmas carols, so they’d all play together, make some music. He could be back here at Timmy’s in time for Christmas proper to cook Kyle supper.
Lord have mercy, he was going to have to figure what to get a man who had anything he could want. Maybe he’d find something in Texas. “What you want for Christmas?”
“Company.” He looked over at Colt and grinned. “Company would be pretty boss. Also, candy canes. You?”
“I got all I need. Maybe I’ll get some gloves down in Texas.” It would be colder here than there.
“Gloves are a good idea. A scarf. Maybe some warm boots.” Timmy nodded. “Your buddies are putting you up? Is it all vacation, or are you gonna record?”