Jeremy
Jeremy knew Owen was miserable, but he wasn’t sure what to do about it. From what he’d said before he went outside to “take a look around,” they were a half hour away from a super Walmart and a Loews, but he hadn’t seen a single hotel. He’d picked this place in the middle of nowhere, and now he was definitely regretting it.
It did have a The Hills Have Eyes kind of vibe to it, but Jeremy wasn’t too focused on that. He was still recovering from Owen’s “Welcome to our vacation” sex and enjoying the fact that he’d put this together in the first place.
Owen fucking Finn, the gorgeous, insatiable couch potato who believed there was no place like home, had planned a two-week vacation. Their first trip as a couple, and close enough to their one year anniversary to be called romantic.
“I’ll be damned,” Jeremy huffed out, smiling as he cleaned up dinner.
According to Owen, the fridge was supposed to be stocked—and it was. With frozen dinners and little else. When they’d made that discovery, they’d also seen a note stuck to the freezer that made Owen swear softly. “We’re in the right place, damn it. This says, ‘We hope you enjoy your stay, Owen and…Jenny.’” They’d chuckled, popped two Hungry Man’s in the oven and then eaten on the floor in silence.
Jeremy glanced over at the focal point of the room. That was one giant bathtub. Old fashioned, saloon-style and sturdy. He had a feeling it was just what the doctor ordered to improve Owen’s mood. He looked for something to wipe it down and got to work.
By the time Owen had come back in, the scalding-hot water was filling the tub and Jeremy had everything ready.
“I didn’t see anyone creeping around with bloody machetes, but there’s a workshop in the back,” Owen started as soon as he came in. “A sawhorse and—what are you doing?”
He let Owen’s gaze linger over his naked body before turning to bend over and shut off the water. “I think we could both use a bath, don’t you? If you take off your clothes and join me, I might even scrub your back.”
Owen eyed him suspiciously. “Are you sure it’s—”
“And fuck you.”
“I’m in.” Owen kicked off his boots, and shucked his jeans with such swift expertise that Jeremy had to laugh.
“You are a sex addict.”
Owen was in front of him, pulling him closer with firm hands on his hips before he could finish his sentence. “That’s not a nice thing to say, Jenny.”
“Payback is a bitch, Finn. Get in the tub.”
Jeremy studied the man who’d changed his life a year ago, the man who’d been his straight best friend for two decades before deciding he wanted to see how the other half lived.
Owen’s dark blond hair, bleached golden by the sun from his day job, was a little longer than it had been the first time Jeremy had run his fingers through it, and the lines around his crystal blue eyes were a little deeper lately—from whatever he’d had on his mind. But he was still the sexiest man in any room. Or plane.
Jeremy shook his head ruefully. He wasn’t exaggerating about that stewardess. She’s been on Owen since takeoff, so tenacious he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d slipped her phone number into his man’s pocket, and Owen hadn’t told him because he didn’t think it mattered.
It took some getting used to, being in a relationship with someone who seemed to emit sexual pheromones. If Owen hadn’t made sure the both of them went to bed too exhausted to move every night for the last year, Jeremy would be insecure.
But he wasn’t. Owen told him he loved him every day and rarely gave him room to doubt that he was happy. Until recently.
Shaking off his worry, Jeremy followed Owen into the bathtub and they splashed and swore, squeaking around in the tub and laughing together until they found the right fit.
Reaching for his soap on the chair he’d pushed beside the tub, he handed it to Owen before leaning back on his side of the curved copper. “All the comforts of home.”
Owen snorted. “I’m not sure where you’ve been living, Porter, but I’ll admit, any tub that can fit two men over six feet tall is worthy of praise.”
“We should get one just like it,” Jeremy said casually. “Think of the possibilities.”
Blue eyes darkened with interest and arousal. “Believe me, I’m thinking.”
“Give me that.” Jeremy took the soap and lathered his hands, washing himself and trying to ignore Owen’s long, lean legs resting over his.
Wash first, then fun. “Did you say Tanaka took Brady home the other night?”
“He did. When Brady called me back the next morning he said Ken had hired him to help with a job. He sounded distracted, but it’s more likely he was hung over. The Finn giant put away most of the rum in the bar.”
Frowning, Jeremy asked, “Do you think he’s okay? Should we feel like shit?”
“He’s fine,” Owen said, shaking his head. “I promise you, he was ready for the change.”
Jeremy knew some of the guilt was his own baggage, hating the idea that anyone would feel unwanted in his home after what his parents had done to him. But Brady was more fragile than the other Finns knew. He couldn’t sleep. He could never relax unless he was doing something for someone else—almost to a penance level. He was running from some inner demons, and he’d managed to put a few of them to rest in their guestroom.
Owen was watching him. “You know I didn’t kick him out. I love that guy and he fixed our roof. But you have to admit the last few days have been nice. Just the two of us again.”
Jeremy smiled. “You’re just happy to get your high score back.”
“I’m happy because our Marine has gone without for at least eight months and Tanaka clearly has a hardcore case of lust. Hopefully before the job is done, he’ll tie my cousin down and help him release all that pent up sexual energy.”
“Even drunk, I can’t see Brady agreeing to that.” Brady couldn’t have made himself clearer every time the topic came up. Kink was not his thing.
But then, Jeremy had thought the same thing. Before Owen.
Jeremy dropped his hands to Owen’s legs, caressing them beneath the water. “Feeling better?”
Owen let his head fall back with a groan and slid down the side of the tub just enough to dip his hair into the warm water. He raised back up and swiped away the rivulets running down his face. “God, that’s good. But no. I have crashed and burned in the planning-trips department. Fuck vacations. As soon as you stop doing that I’m going to dig my phone out of hiding and change our flight. We’ll get home, order a pizza, play a little Swords…and do what comes naturally.”
His words didn’t match his tone. He sounded defeated. It wasn’t like Owen at all. Easygoing and full-steam-ahead—that was Owen. Jeremy didn’t like how worried that made him. What the hell was going on with his Finn?
Jeremy gripped Owen’s thighs and pulled him onto his lap, heedless of the splashing water. “No.”
“Wha—Jeremy what are you doing?”
“We’re not going anywhere. Not for the next two weeks.”
Owen looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Babe, look around. No bed, no couch, no radio or television. All we have here are frozen dinners, a tub and a cabin that could fall down around us at any moment. It’s my fault, and I’ll accept the blame, but those are the facts. Why in God’s name would we want to stay?”
Jeremy reached up and dragged Owen’s head down for a passionate kiss without answering. Their moans of desire mingled as they ate at each other’s mouths, tongues dueling and tangling, teeth scraping lips and biting hungrily.
Sliding his large hand around Owen’s erection, Jeremy stroked it the way he knew Owen could never resist. He loved the sounds he was making. Loved how quickly he could drive him wild.
Owen turned his head, panting. “Fuck, Jeremy. You know I can’t think when you do that.”
He was counting on it. “I want you on your knees, hands on the edge of the tub,” he ordered roughly. “You don’t have to think at all. Just do it for me.”
Owen shuddered and lifted himself off Jeremy’s lap, splashing more water onto the floor as he turned and positioned himself.
Jeremy got to his knees behind him. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”
He reached for the bottle of lube they’d brought with them and opened the cap, taking his time. He drizzled some on his erection and let more drip between the cheeks of Owen’s ass.
“I remember the first time I got inside you,” he murmured. “You were begging me, ordering me to take you, despite your virgin ass. I was so fucking turned on. And so worried I’d hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” Owen rasped. “Okay, you did, but in the best fucking way. You filled me with that big fat cock and turned me into an addict.”
“I’m the one who’s addicted,” Jeremy countered, pressing the pads of his fingers against Owen’s tight ass. “That’s why I let you take me blindfolded in the dirt. Why I beg for that damn paddle of yours. Why my mouth waters every time I see your delicious dick.”
Owen moaned when Jeremy pushed two fingers inside his snug hole.
“Yes.” He pushed back, his hands tight on the tub’s edge. “I can give it to you right now, Jeremy. I love it when you suck me off. I love fucking that hot mouth. I want it all the time.”
He did. In alleys and office buildings, the dock on the lake, and once in a damn movie theater. And Jeremy could never resist him. He’d dropped to his knees and take him anytime he asked. He thought about the airplane, trying to remember if that was the first time he’d turned him down.
“You want me to stop this so I can taste you instead?” Jeremy thrust his fingers deeper, curling them until Owen let out a soft cry.
“No. Fuck, no. Don’t stop. You know what I want.”
“You want this all the time too, don’t you? You like your handcuffs and toys but you fucking love having me inside you.”
“Yes, damn it. You know I do,” Owen admitted raggedly. “Please, Jeremy. Don’t tease me.”
Jeremy was too turned on for that. Something about this stark place made him feel wilder than usual. More aggressive. “I hope you’re ready for me.”
He guided his thick shaft slowly inside, groaning when Owen’s ass closed around him like a hungry fist. It didn’t matter how many times he’d had him, this first stretch always brought him right up to the edge. “God, Owen.”
“Yes,” Owen gasped. “More.”
“Don’t worry, you’re getting everything,” Jeremy ground out, pressing his hips forward. “Every fucking inch.”
“Put up or shut up.”
Jeremy tightened his hands on Owen’s hips and dragged him back onto his shaft with his next thrust, making both of them groan. “Don’t push me,” he warned. “I’m feeling some serious primal urges here.”
“Primal?” Owen shivered, looking over his shoulder, water dripping from his hair.
Jeremy could feel the sharp edge to his smile. “This place makes me want to do things to you. Bad things to this ass.” He thrust more forcefully, nearly all the way in, and they both inhaled sharply.
“Oh, you bastard,” Owen moaned. “You manipulative, tricky, ba—”
Jeremy dragged him completely onto his cock, his hips pressed against Owen’s ass as the man beneath him struggled to catch his breath. Fuck, that was good. He leaned forward until his chest was pressed to Owen’s back, one arm wrapped his waist and the other across his shoulders and chest, holding him still.
Slow, shallow thrusts at first, then longer strokes, just the way he liked it. The way they both loved it. Jeremy slid his hand down Owen’s tight abdomen, and then further.
“I think you like that idea,” he whispered, rocking his hips forward as he stroked Owen’s cock. “I think you want me like this. Wild for you. Only you, with no one to stop me from giving you what your ass is begging for.”
He was shameless. But Owen always brought this out in him.
“Motherfuck—yes. I want it. You’re in me so deep and I still want more. I’ll always… Don’t stop.”
Jeremy was too far gone to play now. He had to have him. Had to come inside him and hear his cries. He started an unforgiving rhythm that made Owen shout his name. “Love fucking you, baby. Love you so much. Love how this tight ass takes me.”
The sounds of slapping skin and sloshing water couldn’t drown out Owen’s pleasure. “God! Fucking me so good I can’t breathe. Fuck, it’s so good.”
Jeremy felt Owen’s climax in his hand and then he was joining him, shuddering as the waves crashed over his body. Owen. Always Owen.
Love you so much.