Chapter Five
Deke was damn pleased they’d made it to the beach. There was something magical about the water, especially the untamed water of the ocean. He stood with his feet planted in the sand, the waves rushing over his legs, and breathed.
Bryan was sitting on a rock, staring at him.
He smiled at the man. “What?”
“Watching you enjoy yourself. It’s a good look.”
That had him smiling even bigger. “You should come join me. The water’s nice and cool.” Made a good contrast to the heat of the day. He held out his hand.
“Yeah?” Bryan had stripped off his leathers and was wearing a pair of board shorts and a loose T-shirt.
Deke hated to see the leathers go, but more skin was better and so was getting into the water with Bryan. He wrapped his hand around Bryan’s.
“Hey. Did you have a good ride?” Bryan asked.
“Yeah, it was great.” And he’d gotten to admire Bryan’s ass the entire way. And the destination was more than worth it.
He headed into the ocean, bringing Bryan with him. God, the water felt amazing.
He wanted to dive in, to take Bryan with him and dive deep. He could do it if he was in his dragon form. He could bring Bryan down with him, share his ability to absorb oxygen from the water—it was why he was so good at his job. Of course, he was pretty sure Bryan would freak out.
Maybe if he and Bryan were together for more than a few days... It was a good idea. He filed it away for another time. There would always be water to share.
Deke kept walking, the water climbing higher, up past their knees and moving up.
“It’s chilly. Feels good, huh?” Bryan shivered a little.
“Feels amazing.” He wrapped his arm around Bryan’s shoulders and tugged him closer, sharing his warmth.
“God, you’re warm. So warm.” Bryan snuggled right in.
“High metabolism. Although I suppose the better answer would have been, all the better to heat you with.”
“Ha ha.” Bryan rolled his eyes, then started to laugh.
He decided he really liked Bryan’s laugh and he liked being the one who made it happen. The camaraderie they shared filled him with happiness.
“So did you want to go out farther, or...” Bryan took a step back.
“I’d love to go farther out.” He dropped his arm from around Bryan’s shoulder and grabbed his hand instead.
“Watch the undertow.”
“We’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you, baby.” The water wouldn’t hurt them.
“I’m not worried.”
Deke could read the lie, the little hint of intimidation.
“Something happen to you in the ocean?” he asked.
“Nope. I come out here a lot.”
Now that was interesting. “Yeah? You swim out here a lot, or just come to look?”
“Mostly to watch.”
“Why?” Deke wanted to know everything about Bryan. Especially as it related to his beloved ocean.
“It’s meditative, I guess. I like the sound.”
Deke grinned. “It is. I have an app that plays ocean sounds for me if I can’t sleep.” Or if he wanted to calm down or was feeling lonely. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but he couldn’t always have the real thing.
“That’s cool. I’m here a few times a month, to relax.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I have a lot of stress or anything.”
“But the ocean keeps calling you to her, eh?” He knew all about that one.
Bryan nodded, leaned against him a little harder. They were up to their mid-thigh, the strength of the water whispering louder now. Every now and then a wave would splash up and wet their bellies, their chests. It was cold and wonderful, and Deke hummed every time it happened, feeling the loving, wet embrace.
“I think I’ve gone far enough.” Bryan searched the water like he was expecting a shark to get him.
“Okay, man. What’s the deal with you and the ocean?” There was something going on there, he could tell.
“What? I’m here, the water’s here. All is well.”
Bryan could keep his secret. For now. Eventually Deke would find out what was up with the dude.
“I could stand out here all day long,” he admitted.
“Eventually the water would seep all the warmth out of your bones.”
“It’s never happened to me yet.” And it never would. The water was special to him, like fire was special to Jake. It made them invulnerable.
“No? That’s cool. Warm. Something.” Bryan looked around, then kissed his cheek. “I’m going to wander a little, man.”
“I can wander with you. I don’t have to be in the water.” He just really liked it.
He dropped his arm from around Bryan’s shoulders and took his hand again, walking with him toward the shore.
“I don’t mind being in the water. I have a pool, you know.”
“I know, but something has you a little bit on edge.” He’d never been Mr. Sensitive, but he could tell something was up with Bryan.
“No. No, I’m cool. My older brother disappeared in the ocean, you know? A long time ago.”
“Oh, man. I’m so sorry.” He squeezed Bryan’s hand. “What happened?”
“He went in and he never came out.”
“Well, no wonder you were worried about the undertow.” He pulled Bryan in for a hug. The ocean could be cruel, he knew that.
“I’m not worried. More respectful. He...disappeared.”
“No flailing or anything? Just gone?” Maybe the ocean had taken him as a gift to herself.
“Just gone.” There was a shadow on Bryan’s face, for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. He wanted to erase that look forever.
“It was a long time ago.”
“How old was he?” Deke asked.
“Nineteen. I was twelve. My foster parents used to let him come along when we went to the beach after he aged out, so we wouldn’t lose touch.” Bryan looked back out into the horizon, for a moment.
Huh. It made Deke wonder... He shook his head. Couldn’t be. He hadn’t heard of a merman sighting in hundreds of years. They’d faded into the stuff of legends, myths. Of course, so had dragons.
“Well, I’m not letting you disappear in the water,” he assured Bryan.
“That’s handy. I also don’t intend to disappear into the ocean.”
“Then we’re set. We can have our picnic, enjoy the waves, the sunshine, and each other before we take another ride home.” It sounded like the perfect day. Especially as it had started out with orgasms.
At the mention of food, Bryan’s stomach growled loudly.
Bryan stuck his chin out. “Hell, we can even head out into the water again, have a little swim.”
Deke did love Bryan’s bravado.
“We’ll have to wait until a half hour after we eat, eh?” He put his hand in the small of Bryan’s back, rubbing the warm flesh through his T-shirt.
“Isn’t that an old wives’ tale?” Bryan arched slightly, pushing into Deke’s touches.
“Yeah, it is. I was thinking there were more fun things to do after eating than swimming.” And if he was on a blanket with Bryan, well, nature would take its course.
“Push-ups?” Bryan teased.
“Uh-huh. Naked push-ups with horizontal perpendicularity.”
“I bet you can do a lot of naked push-ups, sailor.” The words were admiring.
“Oh yeah.” He made sure to give Bryan a long, sultry once-over. “I totally can. Especially when properly motivated.”
“We’ll have to make sure no one comes up on us. You’d get arrested if people found you doing naked push-ups. Naked anything, really.”
Nodding, Deke looked around. “Yeah. It’s pretty deserted at the moment.” They weren’t near any of the groomed beaches. And it was a weekday. They’d be safe.
“That’s why I come here. It’s private.”
Deke imagined coming up through the water at night to find Bryan on the beach, covering the strong, muscled body with his dragon self, wings keeping them from view. He blinked and shook his head. What was he doing?
He heard himself growling.
“I might go for a pre-dip now.” He had to cool off, calm down. He wasn’t an animal. Well, maybe he kind of was, but he didn’t have to act like it.
“Yeah? Just to get wet and slick?”
Was that dirty—the way Bryan was saying it? Or was it him?
“Yeah, exactly.” He pulled off his T-shirt and started pushing down his board shorts. “You wanna join me?”
Bryan took a deep breath, looking back out over the ocean, and for a moment Deke thought he was going to refuse. Then he nodded once and squared his shoulders. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re going in bare?”
“There’s only the two of us out here, so yeah, I won’t be offending anyone and I far prefer the feeling of the water directly against my skin.”
“What if a fish bites your pecker?”
Deke burst out laughing. “The fish aren’t going to be interested in my junk. And they’ll leave yours alone too if they know what’s good for them.”
“I hope so. I’d miss it if it was gone.” Bryan stripped down for him, exposing the lean lines of the tanned body.
Deke admired greatly. And it was only now that he realized that Bryan didn’t have any tan lines. The man clearly sunbathed in the nude. Deke approved.
Grabbing Bryan’s hand, he ran for the water, then dove into the waves as soon as they were deep enough, cutting through the water, driving himself through the ocean, utterly unafraid, utterly at home. The water was dark and cold, but he could see through it. The bottom was muddy, packed sand and the farther out he went, the more rocks littered the ocean floor.
He lost himself in the swim, only surfacing when his lungs screamed for air. He popped up, looking around for Bryan, then seeing him on the shore, staring out at the water.
Oops.
He pushed himself up out of the water and waved, but he wasn’t sure if Bryan had seen him, so he swam toward the shore, using the waves to propel himself in. When he got closer, he could see that Bryan was tugging on his clothes, the whole look tense. Damn.
“Hey, sorry I left you behind. It’s been a while...” At least four days. Which was a whole lot of time for him to go without it. It had been insensitive, though, in the wake of Bryan’s revelation about his brother.
“No worries. Glad you’re okay. You want a sandwich?”
He was surprised to see they’d nearly made it back to where they’d left the basket before he’d hit the water. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s eat.” He was hungry, his blood roaring through his veins. And maybe things would be less tense after they’d eaten.
Bryan pushed him over a couple of sandwiches, grabbed one for himself, and then sat, leaving space between them. He’d clearly pissed Bryan off by going out so far. More than likely worried him first, then that would have turned to anger when it was clear Deke was fine.
“I am sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s cool. I’m not that strong of a swimmer.”
“I wasn’t being very sensitive, though.” No, he’d been selfishly enjoying the ocean, loving the way the salt water played over his skin.
Bryan shrugged and handed over a Coke.
He was going to have to do some damage control. “The sandwiches are delicious. Thanks.”
“If I can’t manage turkey and provolone, I should be ashamed, huh?”
“Hey, some people can’t manage it. You wouldn’t believe some of the meals I’ve been served at work.” He gave an exaggerated shudder.
“Yeah? They don’t have decent food?”
“Some days they do. Some days they don’t.” Deke shrugged. He would eat whatever was put in front of him, but he liked good food better.
“I guess that’s normal.”
“I imagine so. I try and make sure I always make good food when I cook for myself, though.” Deke gave Bryan a warm grin. “Of course if I screw up my own dinner I toss it and order pizza.”
“You and me both, man.” Oh, he’d gone from honey to man.
Damn. He was going to have to work to make up for worrying Bryan with the whole diving into the waves thing. He moved to sit closer, so he could feel the heat from Bryan’s body.
Bryan finished his Coke, Adam’s apple bobbing. Deke wanted to jump him right here and now, but he knew better. He had to soothe ruffled feathers, ease the worry he’d caused his new lover.
When they’d both finished, he reached out and stroked Bryan’s cheek, waiting for Bryan to look to him. Those dark eyes met his, worried and unhappy.
“I’m sorry, Bryan. I wasn’t thinking and didn’t mean to upset you. I promise I won’t drown.” He couldn’t, though Bryan wasn’t to know that.
“Hey, you’re allowed to swim out. You’re a professional. I’m not going to keep up, you know?”
“I’d rather stay shallow with you than swim out without you, though.” He touched Bryan’s shoulder, rubbing gently. He lamented the fact that Bryan had put all his clothes back on. Deke himself had only slipped on his shorts again in deference to sitting on the sand. “You’re the real draw here today.”
Bryan shook his head. “I don’t know about that, man.”
“You don’t believe me? Why not?” He was only here because Bryan had invited him and they’d managed to tear themselves out of bed long enough to make the trip.
“You’ve never seen yourself when you’re swimming, have you? You look like you’re in heaven.”
Deke chuckled, because that was kind of what it felt like. All water was special, though, made him feel good. “I imagine I look like that while I’m making love to you, too.” He’d felt even better sinking into Bryan’s body than he had sinking into the ocean’s embrace.
He didn’t like to think too hard on what that might mean. He was already on thin ice with Bryan here.
One dark eyebrow lifted up as Bryan’s lips pursed. “Oh, I don’t know about that, Deke. You sort of look like this.”
Then Bryan shot him a terrible rictus of an “O” face.
Deke had to laugh, and he punched Bryan in the shoulder. “Butthead.”
Bryan’s lips quirked, then he got a full-out smile. Leaning in, Deke pressed their mouths together, feeling that smile as he gave Bryan a hello-and-nice-to-see-you-smile-again buss.
There. That was better. They were new friends with chemistry. Lots of chemistry.
He smiled at Bryan as they broke apart. The sun shone brightly, the waves noisy as they came dancing ashore. “It’s a beautiful day to spend with a gorgeous guy. I’m glad we’re here together, baby.”
“It isn’t a bad day at all, my friend. Not at all.”
“Food’s good, scenery’s great—the company’s even better.” He gave Bryan a slow once-over. “You gonna work on that full-body tan of yours while we’re out in the sun?”
“I was thinking about it, but then I was thinking about putting my leathers back on, too.”
“Your leathers are pretty damn sexy. But I like naked. I like naked a lot.” He watched Bryan, letting the heat show in his eyes.
“If I strip down, it’s for sunbathing. You’re not allowed to touch.”
“Oh, now, that’s not fair. And no fun.” He pouted mightily.
“That’s pretty impressive, the pout. Seriously.”
“Is it going to get me laid?” He certainly hoped so. What if Bryan wasn’t as into him as he was Bryan?
Nah, he was a stud and he knew it.
“I’d say no, but that’d totally be a lie.”
“Then I’ll promise to let you tan for a while.” He wasn’t going to give “a while” a set time, though. It would be however long he managed to keep his hands off that fantastic bod.
“That’s fair.” Bryan snorted and pulled his T-shirt off, then eased off the damp shorts, and settled back on the blanket, giving Deke the best view on earth. Bronze skin, rippled muscles, not a mark on him but the single bit of ink on his hip.
Deke reached out and touched the mark, groaning at the way it felt like electricity sparking between them.
“I said... Christ. Is that normal?” Bryan asked, twisting a little so he could see the tattoo.
“Feels good, eh?” Deke traced the lines, groaning once more at the unique sensation.
Bryan’s cock filled in a rush, the sudden, desperate arousal flavoring the air around his boy. “Do you feel it?” Bryan asked. “Do you think it’s infected or something? Is that even possible?”
“It’s not infected, baby. It’s you and me and it, making chemistry.” Bending, he licked it, tracing it with his tongue this time. Damn, he could get high on that sensation.
“Jesus!” Bryan arched under him, begging for more.
He wrapped his lips around the tattoo, licking and sucking at it, pulling the blood up close to the surface. He was leaving his mark, on his mark. Fuck, that was hot.
Bryan went wild on the blanket, and the sounds that filled the air were better than any bird call. Groaning, he vibrated Bryan’s skin, which earned him more wanton calls. That made him smile. Hell, it made him want to howl at the moon and that wasn’t even something he did.
He traced the lines of his family’s name again and Bryan moaned, “Deacon-meine...”
Deke jerked back.
What the fuck?
How the hell?
There was no way Bryan had heard that before. No way. That was, well, reserved for soul mates.
Deke pulled off and stared up at Bryan. Bryan stared back, dazed, blinking slow. How had he known? Could Shae have said something?
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Not a damn thing. I’ve never burned so hot for anyone as I do for you. I had to take another look, you know?” Deke probably ought to have a serious heart to heart with his brother and his brother’s soul mate. But right now, he needed the connection with Bryan in a way that was almost painful.
He surged up, bringing their mouths together, and Bryan met him with an equal hunger, a wild need. He pushed Bryan back onto the blanket and let his lover feel his weight as they continued to devour each other’s mouths.
Moaning, he rocked, body rolling against Bryan’s. There was probably too much fucking sand for this, but he couldn’t stop. He had to bury himself in that sweet ass, mark Bryan, take him.
He pushed Bryan’s legs apart with his knees, before shifting to settle between them. They rocked together a few moments, but it wasn’t long before he wanted more, so he put Bryan’s legs over his shoulders, exposing the little hole. They’d made love last night, so Bryan’s pucker was slightly swollen. He rubbed gently, checking Bryan’s expression as he did so, making sure he wasn’t too sore.
“I’d ask you to suck me, to let me suck you, but...” Bryan looked out at the ocean and cleared his throat. “I need.”
“I know, baby boy. I know. I’m going to make it better.”
Grabbing the bag, he found the lube and a condom. He slicked up two fingers and pushed them into Bryan, to make sure.
“You’re ready for me, baby—your body is open to my touch. Such a sweet lover.” He pulled his fingers out and made short work of covering his cock. Once gloved, he pushed his cock in, filling Bryan with himself, joining them.
He set a good hard rhythm, as desperate as Bryan. It was like a fucking drug—the need to join with Bryan.
They slapped together, Bryan meeting him frenetically, slamming up against him.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, wrapping his arms around Bryan’s legs and using that as leverage. He could do this all day long. “Fucking amazing, baby.” Or amazing fucking. He didn’t know, it didn’t matter, he was doing it. Driving into Bryan. Making it right for both of them.
He went deep and stayed there, pounding into Bryan and hitting that little gland, making Bryan’s body sing. He let his body do the talking, taking Bryan’s ass, filling his lover up with everything he had. It felt so good, but even better were Bryan’s cries and the knowledge that he was the one with whom Bryan loved this, craved it.
He finally wrapped one hand around Bryan’s cock, working it without missing a beat, base to top, giving attention to the very tip. Bryan cried out and went wild beneath him and a smaller man might have been bucked off. Not Deke, though. No, he stayed right there, giving them both what they had to have.
The waves hit the shore in time with their thrusts, the connection of their bodies like sea water slamming into sand.
“Fuck! Soon!” He tightened his hand around Bryan’s cock, determined to send his lover over first.
Bryan’s asshole clenched around his prick, working him like a fist, hard enough that he moaned and squeezed Bryan.
“Come on, baby. Come with me now!”
“Now.” The single word wasn’t even yelled. It was soft, wanton, and followed by the splash of Bryan’s seed.
His own come filled the condom in a rush, his pleasure pouring from him. He roared, the sound victorious, triumphant, and then collapsed onto Bryan, nearly squishing the man in half until he moved enough to let Bryan bring down his legs.
“My ass is never going to recover.”
Deke came out with a groan, and patted said ass as he hid the condom in a used sandwich wrapper. “I don’t think it wants to recover. I wish I had a plug for it, to keep you open.”
Bryan jerked, his hips humping the air for a moment. Someone was clearly turned on by the idea.
“Have you got any at home?” He didn’t have any with him. It wasn’t exactly something he traveled with.
“No! I told you, I don’t play those games.” Someone wanted to, though—it was clear in Bryan’s physical reactions, no matter what Bryan told himself.
“It’s a shame. I’d love to know you were being held open, ready for me.” He rubbed Bryan’s ass, the urge to swat it sudden, undeniable.
Groaning, he made himself squeeze one ass cheek instead. He did it hard, though, reveling in the knowledge that Bryan would carry the marks of his fingers.
“Now you can tan,” Deke suggested, rubbing Bryan’s come into their bellies. He certainly thought lying in the sun for a while was an excellent post-sex activity.
“Thanks. You’re a distraction and a half.”
“I could say the same thing about you. You make me lose my mind. In a good way, baby.”
“We’ve got a few hours to goof off before it’s time to head off,” Bryan noted, stretching nice and long for a moment.
“Sounds good.” Hell, anything with Bryan sounded good.
“It does.” Bryan turned over, that sweet ass shining in the sun. “You want to stop on the way back for supper?”
“Sure, sounds good. I could use a nice steak.” Something huge and very rare.
“Sure. There’s a couple of spots.”
“Well, if you don’t want steak we don’t have to do a steak place.” If Bryan didn’t want a steak, he’d be a monkey’s butt. It took a lot of energy to keep up with him.
“I’m happy with whatever.”
Uh-huh. Deke was tempted to say vegetarian, or better yet vegan, to see what Bryan would say. He decided not to, though, in case his boy was stubborn.
“Seriously. I love food. Snack food. Meat. Salads. Fruit. Pasta. I’m like the easiest.” Bryan yawned, taut little ass pushing out as his boy stretched.
Deke reached out and rubbed Bryan’s butt, hand sliding around the sweet hip to cup Bryan’s balls. “You are pretty easy,” he teased.
“Mmm. No more.” Bryan pressed down, trapping his hand.
“No? You’re going to play hard to get now?” Deke did love a challenge.
“You’ve already gotten, remember?”
“And I want to keep on getting.” And getting, and getting, and getting. He wanted to take every single inch. Damn, he was getting hard again, his body primed to take Bryan again.
He stroked Bryan’s back, fingers trailing along his lover’s spine. He just wanted to touch. Okay, not just, but he needed to touch. Absolutely needed to.
“Sunbathing...” Bryan wasn’t really complaining, though.
“Uh-huh. You bathe in the sun and I’ll bathe in you.” And Deke didn’t care how corny that sounded.
“Be good, Deke.” That sweet ass was right there, begging for attention.
“Define good.” He grabbed Bryan’s ass and squeezed it again.
“Uh. Good is not bad?”
Deke laughed and slapped Bryan’s ass experimentally.
Bryan stilled, but didn’t look at him. “What was that for?”
Deke noticed that wasn’t a stop, or anything close to “dirty socks.”
“Well, is it good or bad? As you didn’t offer any description of which was which, I had to experiment.” He swatted again, hand cupping one ass cheek.
“You shouldn’t do that.”
“Why not, baby? It feels good.” He rubbed where he’d swatted, refusing to back down. He wanted Bryan to look at what he was blindly turning away from.
“Still, it’s not cool.” Bryan’s muscles trembled visibly, but his boy didn’t pull away, didn’t turn over and didn’t say his safeword.
“Says who?” Deke demanded. People could be so weird about sex. He drummed his fingers against Bryan’s ass.
“Well, people. Don’t be pissy.”
“I’m not being pissy, baby. I want to know what you have against spanking. And you know what I’m going to tell you, right? Who cares what ‘people’ say?”
“Still, you don’t find it strange? To have a man spank another man?”
“If you look at it close enough, don’t you find kissing strange? I mean, we’re putting our tongues in each other’s mouths.” He wanted to bite, to slap and sting and pierce. He smacked Bryan’s ass again. “Then there’s rimming. Isn’t that weird? Do you care, as long as someone’s got their tongue in your ass?”
“Sh-shut up.” Bryan spread his legs, thighs parting the barest bit. Gorgeous man.
“Do people say you shouldn’t talk about sex either?” He swatted again, loving the sound of his hand against Bryan’s skin.
“Yes. I heard that a lot. And I’m not into kink.”
Deke didn’t believe that.
“I’m not into labels.” He didn’t care what they called it, he did what he enjoyed, what his lover enjoyed. He knew that his brother’s new soul mate played. They all carried the need to dominate, to possess their lovers’ bodies.
He swatted Bryan’s ass again. “You have a perfect ass. I could do this for hours.”
Bryan still didn’t tell him not to and he didn’t pull away. Deke was taking that as green light.
“I think I’m going to...”
“Stay here. Stay here and feel this.” He rubbed Bryan’s ass again before swatting Bryan a few more times. God, it felt good. Deep and hard and necessary. “Fuck, you’re stunning. You have the most perfect skin.”
He bent and kissed Bryan’s ass, then smacked it again.
Bryan drew one knee up, pulling it underneath him like he was about to stand. It spread him, exposing his swollen hole. Deke couldn’t resist getting a taste and he bent again, this time licking that sweet hole, then licking it again, knowing how good it would feel to Bryan.
He began to lick, then swat, then lick, then swat, over and over. He merged the sensations together, twisting them in Bryan’s mind. Bryan began to rock back into his face, into his blows, sweet hips dancing for him.
This was it, this was what he was trying to show Bryan. He drew back. “It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? So who cares what anyone else thinks of it?” It was necessary, this sensation, this pressure.
Bryan’s answer was a moan, body pushing back even more eagerly.
He tongue-fucked Bryan’s hole, pulling the taste into himself. God, he could get used to this.
Deke began to snap his fingers against the wrinkled skin of Bryan’s perineum, making it burn, loving the low cry he got. Bryan bucked every time he spanked the lovely skin and then pushed back as if to beg for more. He had Bryan wild and he loved it. Wild, needy, and pushing into sensation.
He mixed it up, swats and licks and pinches, making Bryan writhe with more and more enthusiasm.
“Please! I ache!”
He could hear the desire in Bryan’s words, all pretense at not wanting it or suggestions that they shouldn’t do this because it wasn’t “right,” were gone.
“You want to come, baby? You want me to make you fly again?”
“God, yes. Yes. I want it again. All of it.”
“All of it?” Deke smiled. “This?” He spanked Bryan hard. “You need this?” He did it again.
“Fuck!” Bryan surged forward, then back toward him.
“That wasn’t a yes. I want you to tell me how good it is, how you want more. I want you to say it.”
“Deke...” Bryan groaned, ass pushing back toward his hand. “Please, Deke. It feels good when you spank me. Don’t stop.”
“Thank you for asking.”
Deke continued to spank Bryan, turning the sweet ass red. Fuck. Look at that. Just fucking look at that.
Deke worked another condom on before he surged up and buried himself in Bryan’s hole, hand still landing on his baby boy’s ass, over and over. He fucked Bryan hard and fast, pushing into the sweet heat again and again. It was fucking perfect, exactly what he needed. Exactly what Bryan needed.
He rolled Bryan up on his elbows pushing hard, sinking as deep as he could.
“Sweet fucking baby.” So hot, so good. He kept pounding in, continued to search for the pleasure they both wanted.
“Please.” Bryan grabbed his cock, jacking it hard and fast.
“That’s it, baby. You know you need it. You know you want it.” He moved faster, their bodies coming together so good. “Going to make you shoot all over your chest, make you come so hard.”
“Anything. Anything, please,” Bryan begged.
He loved that promise. Anything.
He wrapped his hand around Bryan’s, adding his strength as he squeezed hard. All it took was his touch, his fingers, and Bryan shot, seed spraying out in pearlescent ropes.
He could smell Bryan on the air now, that come, and Bryan’s sweat, the smell of his skin there beneath the sun with the wind and the waves and the salt.
Roaring, he came, too.
He lay against Bryan’s back, panting, the word repeating inside him with each breath. Bryan moaned softly, chest heaving like a bellows.
“I’ve got you.” He stroked Bryan’s chest, his belly.
“Good.”
No, he would never let Bryan come down on his own. This was to be shared, Bryan to be held. Always. His boy. His.
“I swear, I can hear your voice in the waves,” Bryan whispered.
“I can hear your heartbeat in them.”
“That’s the coolest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“That’s because I’m pretty fucking awesome.” He dropped a kiss on Bryan’s neck.
“Yeah. Yeah, you totally are.”
Smiling, he nuzzled and rested against Bryan. “Okay, now you can tan.”
“Yeah. Come rest with me a second.”
“Oh, I think I’m going to be resting for more than a second.” He laughed, feeling good all through. “You’ve worn me out. And I don’t wear out easily.”
“Hey, you’re the one that made me walk bowleggedy.”
“Anytime, baby, anytime.” He patted Bryan’s belly. “Any fucking time.” All the damn time. That worked, too.