CHAPTER FIVE
Green really is my colour.
Friday night in Alice Springs was hardly Oxford Street in Sydney. The pub was like any other country drinkin’ hole I’d been in: footy and horse racing on the wall of TV screens, regulars at the bar and guys playing a game of pool that nine times outta ten became a midnight bar fight. It certainly wasn’t a bar where we could… well, it certainly wasn’t Oxford Street.
I thought Travis might be disappointed, given he was so open with who he was, and I was not. But he said he was fine. “I just want to see you drunk.”
I sipped my first beer and made a face as the bitter taste hit my tongue. “Well, I don’t think you will.”
“Are you nervous?” he asked. “What are you nervous for?”
I sipped my beer again. It still didn’t taste any better. “I’m not nervous,” I kind of lied. “It’s just been a very long time since I’ve been out or even had a beer, for that matter.”
“How does it taste?”
“Like crap.”
Travis laughed. “After a few, they’ll taste great.”
“After a few, I’ll be on the floor.”
“I happen to like you on the floor.”
“Travis,” I warned quietly.
He swigged his bear, completely unfazed, and nodded toward the wall-mounted flat screens. “What game is that?”
“Footy.”
He rolled his eyes in a thanks-for-your-help kind of way. “What kind? Is that rugby?”
I shook my head. “Aussie rules.” Then I amended it. “Australian rules.”
He watched the screen for a while with his head tilted. “It makes no sense.”
I laughed. “And gridiron does?”
He whipped his head around to stare at me. “Are you dissin’ my football?”
“Did you want me to start on baseball instead?”
Travis’s mouth fell open. “You wouldn’t!”
“For starters, you guys got the cricket pitch all wrong.”
His nostrils flared and he drank another mouthful of beer as he turned back to the game on TV. “How the hell can they play football on a round field? That’s bullshit.”
I laughed at him. “And hockey! You guys should try playin’ it on grass, not ice.”
He ignored me for a while, mumbled under his breath a little and continued watching the footy. Well, I think he was actually watching the tall, fit and lean players in their tight shorts and sleeveless shirts because his head tilted. There might have been drool. “You know,” he said lightly. “This game ain’t all bad.”
I hid my smile with a sip of beer. “Told you it was better than gridiron.”
He smiled at that. “I’m hungry,” he said, changing the subject completely. “What have they got to eat here?”
I took the menu off the table and handed it to him. Two bowls of buffalo wings and four beers later, the football on the TV was forgotten. I didn’t give a shit about the tall, sexy-as-hell football players on the telly. I was more interested in the tall, lean and fit American who was whipping my ass in a game of pool.
He was only winning because I was drunk.
And because he was flirting with some girls who giggled at his accent and I can’t play pool when I’m pissed off. Or drunk, apparently.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t flirting. They were flirting and being all girly-giggly every time he said something, so of course, he kept saying something. And then he was being all adorable and laughing, and what I really wanted to do was push him against the pool table and kiss him until he made that moan-whimper-breathless sound that buckles my knees. But I couldn’t do that. Not here.
I wanted to be pissed off at him, but he was just bein’ polite. He would look at me all sexy-like, then deliberately play his shots in front of me, leaning over the pool table, deliberately shoving his arse in my face.
Okay, so I couldn’t play pool when I was turned-on either. I stayed sitting on the stool drinking my beer, thankful my jeans hid my lengthening dick.
And then if I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it did.
One of the girls came over and smiled at me. “I was just saying to your friend over there that we should play doubles,” she said. She was being all suggestive and shit. I mean, I’m gay, not stupid. I know suggestive when I see it: the smile, the tilt of the head, the twinkly eyes and the boob-wiggle.
And the plus side was that I no longer had a hard-on.
“Sure,” I said, standing up. “Why not!”
She looked genuinely pleased, somewhat relieved and a lot like the cat that caught the canary. She stuck out her hand for me to shake. “I’m Brandi. With an i.”
I shook her hand, then resisted the urge to immediately wipe the remnants of her limp, soft grip on my jeans. I couldn’t help it. I like hard, rough hands. Callused, scratchy hands.
Travis’s hands.
“Nice to meet you, Brandi with an i,” I introduced myself right back to her. “I’m Charlie.”
Her smile got wider just as Travis and the other girl came over. He was grinning, but his eyes were what-the-fuck kind of cautious. “So, we’re playing pool?” he asked.
I held my finger up. “One condition,” I declared. “I get to pick which team I’m on.” I laughed at my own awesome joke. “Me and Trav against Brandi and…”
“Maddy,” the other girl introduced herself.
“Guys against girls!” I added.
So we played pool for a while, and the girls were pretty cool. We bought them a round of drinks and made them laugh. Not that I’d probably tell Trav any time soon, in case he wanted to do it again, but I had a good time.
Well, I was having a pretty good time, until Maddy got a bit closer to Trav and it started to grate on me. She was a nice girl, and she meant no harm. But he was here with me.
I must have been watching them talking, and when Maddy put her hand on Travis’s arm, I cleared my throat. But they didn’t hear. Then Brandi giggled in my ear. “I think Maddy likes Travis.”
“Travis is spoken for,” I said.
Well, they heard that. Travis’s eyes darted to mine, and then because me, Maddy and Brandi were all staring at him, he said, “I am. Very spoken for.”
I chugged back some of my beer to hide my smile.
Then Travis said, “And my girlfriend gets kind of jealous.”
I almost choked on my drink.
“Gives me the silent treatment,” he went on to say. The fucker was boasting.
“Aw,” Maddy said. “Doesn’t sound very mature.”
Travis burst out laughing. “That’s what I said!”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Brandi asked me.
“I sure do,” I told her.
Travis snorted. “She’s really cool. Patience of a saint.”
“She’s a pain in my arse,” I deadpanned.
Travis laughed at that. “She’s a fucking good sort, though. Smart, too.”
By this stage, the two poor girls were utterly confused. It was pretty obvious there was something we weren’t telling them. I stood up off my stool. “We’d better get going, but I’d love to buy you girls another drink. You’ve been great company and even let us win a game of pool.”
I threw a twenty on the bar and gave the barman a nod toward Brandi and Maddy. “For the ladies.”
I grabbed my jacket from my bar stool and headed toward the door. I looked back to see Travis being all charming and shit, still making the two of them giggle as he walked out.
He fell into step alongside me, and we walked the block to the motel in silence. When we finally got into our room, Travis fell backward onto the bed with a laugh. “You were so funny tonight.”
I stared at him. “What do you mean funny?”
“You were totally jealous,” Travis said. He was thoroughly amused. “Of girls, no less.”
“She was touching you.”
He just laughed some more. “They were fun. Nice girls, no harm, no foul.”
I grumbled under my breath at him while I toed out of my boots. Travis pulled at his belt, unbuckling it but leaving it on. He sat up on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. “You can’t play pool for shit.”
“I’m out of practice,” I replied. I walked over so my thighs pressed against the bed next to his legs. “And I ain’t your girlfriend.”
Travis burst out laughing, so I grabbed his leg closest to me and rolled him over, pulling him to the edge of the bed. He was bent over it and I was directly behind him. He chuckled into the quilt cover. “Let me undo my jeans,” he mumbled.
I don’t know if he was expecting me to get lube and start prepping him, but I didn’t. As soon as his jeans were undone, I pulled them down his thighs, dropped to my knees and spread the cheeks of his arse.
And I ran my tongue up the line of his perineum and over his hole.
“Holy shit!” he cried. He wasn’t laughing now.
I smiled as I did it again. Only this time I flicked my tongue over his hole, then again and again, before pushing my tongue inside him.
Travis moaned and his whole body arched, so I gripped his hips to keep him still and started to fuck him with my tongue. Normally it wasn’t my favourite thing to do, but after five or so beers, I wanted it. And by the way he moaned and gripped the quilt, spreading his legs even wider for me, I was guessing Travis wanted it too.
As I worked him, he uncurled one hand from the quilt and slid it between him and the mattress. The way he was rocking back in time with my tongue left no doubt in my mind that he was fucking his fist. The sounds he made confirmed it.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he panted. “You need to fuck me now, please.”
I stood up and undid my jeans, pulling my aching cock out of the denim confines. I slid the tip of my cock up and down his crack, smearing precum over his hole. Then I leaned over him, letting him feel the length of me pressing against him. “I wanted to do this over the pool table,” I whispered, kissing down his shoulder and spine. “When you bent over the table to take a shot, I wanted to fuck you right there.”
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
I smiled at how much he liked dirty talk. I pulled back, only to grab the lube and smear it up and over my dick, and then after a generous squirt on two of my fingers, I pushed them inside him.
“Do it, Charlie. Please. Would you just hurry up? I need your dick inside me,” he said, almost begging. “I need you to fuck me.”
So I gave him what he wanted. I pushed the blunt head of my cock inside him and slowly sunk into his welcome heat. Travis arched again, fisting the quilt as I breached him. Holding onto his hips, I slowly leaned over him, giving us both time to adjust, and whispered gruffly near his ear, “Is this what you want?”
He nodded quickly, and when I held still for too long, he started to rock back onto me. He wanted me to fuck him, so that’s what I did.
I thrust into him hard, keeping him pinned to the bed with my weight. I rolled my hips, pushing harder and deeper inside him with each pass, up to my balls in his arse. I nipped his shoulder blade, making him jerk and moan.
“Feel good having my cock buried in your ass?” I rasped out, barely holding back my orgasm.
“Yes, fuck, Charlie,” he cried out. His whole body flexed and jerked, and he moaned long and low. I swear, every inch of his body succumbed to pleasure.
I rammed into him over and over as his orgasm barrelled through him. Travis bucked and shook underneath me as he came, sending me right along with him. Every inch of me inside of him surged and swelled as I pumped my seed into his arse.
I collapsed on top of him. Neither of us spoke for a while, until our breaths evened out some. We were hot and sweaty, though neither of us moved. I guessed he loved the contact as much as I did.
It was only when I slipped out of him that he moaned and squirmed underneath me. “So, um, jealousy gets you hot, huh?” he murmured with a chuckle.
I rolled off him and dragged his still-pliant body into the crook of my arm. He nestled in, despite the smeared mess on his abs and all over the quilt. I was already looking forward to the water-wasting we’d be doin’ shortly.
“I wouldn’t call it jealousy.”
Trav snorted. “Um, you were totally jealous.”
I huffed and pressed my lips to the top of his head. “She kept touching you.”
He laughed, all lazy-like. “Oh, Charlie. If letting girls touch my arm is gonna make you fuck me like that, I’ll do it more often.”
I growled at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“For your tongue in my ass, I totally would.”
I rolled us over and dug my fingers into his ribs, managing to smear cold cum over both of us. “I think we need to go waste some water.”
“Does it involve douching and jealous rimming?” he asked, all smiling-eyes and smug-smirking. “Because I’m all for that.”
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“You were just fucking my arse with your tongue to prove, what?” he asked. “That my arse belongs to you and no one else?”
“Exactly.”
Travis laughed in an oh-good-because-that’s-not-jealous-at-all way.
“Shut up.”
* * * *
I was awake before the sun was up, but when I tried to get out of bed, a strong arm slid around me and held me still. Travis nuzzled into my side and mumbled something that sounded like “sleep in.”
I was always up before sunrise and for the last six months, so was Travis. But not today. He planted his face on my chest and was soon snoring softly. So with a can’t-beat-him-join-him mentality, I rolled onto my side, nestled a still-sleeping Travis into my arms and closed my eyes.
I don’t know how long I slept again for, but something in my brain was telling me to wake up. Something else—the dreaming part of my brain—wanted to stay right where I was. I was having the best sex dream: hot, slick, consuming and so very, very good.
Then from under the covers, Travis chuckled, and my dream spun into reality as I jolted awake. Only I wasn’t exactly dreaming, because Travis’s chuckle became a moan as he slid his mouth back down my shaft.
“Jesus, Trav,” I said, my voice croaked with sleep.
He swirled his tongue up my length and sucked on the head before releasing me. “You don’t like waking up with your dick in my mouth?”
I laughed, still sleepy, ran my hand down my stomach and gripped my hard-on. “You finished talking?” I asked. Travis gently scraped his teeth across my cock, and I got the message. So I asked a bit nicer, which was more like a tone a rung up from begging. “I love waking up with your mouth on me. The feel of your tongue, your lips… God, what you do to me…”
He licked me from base to tip, in the way he knew drove me crazy, and I swear he was smiling when he took me into his mouth again.
It wasn’t long until he worked me into a sheet-grabbing, back-arching, holy-fuck-yelling frenzy. He drew the pleasure from every fibre in my body, shooting liquid fire through my bones. He cupped my balls and moaned as I came, drinking down every drop I gave him.
I felt as though I was made of molasses. I couldn’t even lift my fucking arm. I felt the bed dip on either side of me as Travis crawled up my body and pressed his lips to mine. He laughed as my eyes fluttered open, trying to focus on him.
“You okay in there?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I am so much better than okay.”
He sat back so he straddled my stomach, showing me his hardened cock. “How long will you need before it’s my turn?”
I considered telling him when I could feel my legs and arms again, considering they were still heavy and spongy. But then I looked at his gorgeous cock jutting proudly onto my chest with the head swollen and glistening precum. I licked my lips. “Feed it to me,” I whispered.
Travis quickly shuffled up, his knees either side of chest, and leaning against the headboard, he did exactly as I’d asked.
I was pretty sure of one thing. We really should sleep in more often.