Momma's Getting Married

Momma's Getting Married

By BA Tortuga

Galen Frost hung up the phone, pretty much lost for words for the first time in, well, a long while. In fact, the last time he'd been so twitterpated had been his last big fight with Shane. This time he supposed it was a good thing, but it still left him speechless as could be. Khan even came over to lick his hand, making sure he was okay. "Shane? Darlin'?"

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"Yeah, Len?" Shane was on the floor, washing Goober's ears. Khan was taunting the basset hound, a big

rawhide bone dangling out of her drooly Rottie mouth.

"Momma's getting married."

"Whut?"

"You heard me. Momma's getting married. My momma." To a cowboy.

"Is she getting married to that rancher in Wyoming?"

He stared at Shane like the man had grown two heads. How did Shane know about that when he didn't?

Really. "Who is he? What's he like?"

"Well..." Shane let Goober go, holding the towel up as the hound shook and flapped. "His name's Roger. He owns a great big spread in the mountains. Uh. Momma likes him a lot, like a lot a lot. He buys her flowers twice a week and took her to Denver for a rodeo." "Someone took my momma to Denver without asking me?" Galen bristled, ready to go find Roger and kick his ass.

"She's over twenty one, Galen. I think she was scared to tell you, in case you growled." Shane tossed the

towel aside, then headed over, hands sliding down his arms. "I think it's kinda cute, how she gets fluttery

about him. Are we going to the wedding? I think you should give her away."

"That's what she wants." Shane smelled like ear wash and hound, which was not so horrible, really. He wasn't sure he was ready to give his momma away. "Then we'll go." Shane searched his eyes. "You need to meet him, make sure you like him."

"I know. I won't make a stink, darlin'. This just all... I wish someone had told me." Was he that much of

an ass?

"Yeah." Shane nodded. "I told her to. She made me promise not to say and that sucked because I wanted

to, bad, but what do you do when a momma makes you swear, man? That's like a going to Hell thing."

"I know." He squeezed Shane hard. "So. We go. I give her away. Can I have a talk with him, at least?"

"I think you'll have to. I mean, Wyoming is not Louisiana."

"Yeah. I know." Galen got a little queasy at the thought. His momma had lived in Louisiana all his life.

"She's a smart lady and this guy loves her a lot, I guess. He wants to meet you, to marry her. That's got to

be good."

"I... I guess so, Shane." Galen was feeling ambushed. "We'll have to get someone to watch the shop."

"We will." Shane walked him over to the sofa, sat him down, and then poured him a stiff drink. The glass

was pressed into his hands as Shane walked around him, hands landing on his shoulders and rubbing.

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His favorite. Jack on the Jack. Galen grinned, leaning back into Shane's touch. "Thanks, darlin'. I'm not

trying to be a jerk."

"'Course you're not. You love her. She's your momma." Shane pushed harder. "If we meet him and you

don't like him, we'll make him go away."

Hooting, letting Shane touch him, Galen shook his head. "You know Momma. She's stubborn."

"I know. She's kind of like her son."

"They always said I took after her." He had a lot of damned family. They ought to know.

"You do." Shane sounded one hundred percent easy on that point.

"Feels good. You have any idea where the wedding is?" Momma hadn't said, and he'd been too stunned to

ask.

"Nope. I didn't know about that part, only about the rancher and that she liked him."

That made him feel a little better. "I bet she goes for Baton Rouge or New Orleans, huh?"

"New Orleans is fun." A wicked little note sounded in Shane's voice.

Galen's whole body tightened, thinking of the kinds of things he and Shane had gotten up to in New

Orleans last time. "We could stay a few days after they go on the honeymoon."

"We could." Shane leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "I was reading, Galen. About this thing, it's a ring,

behind the balls. So you could see it, when we're fucking."

He shuddered, his cock pushing up in his sweats. "Shane. Oh, darlin'..."

"Mmmhmm." Shane's wicked tongue flicked out, traced a circle in the sensitive hollow under his ear. "I

thought about it. How you'd be there, watching. I'd let you shave me first, let you touch it after, when the skin's blistering hot. Then after it was healed..." "I... Shane. Gonna make me all, I mean, damn." His hips rolled, trying to get closer to Shane.

"Good." Shane disappeared, making him snarl a little, then that hot little body came across the sofa,

straddled his lap.

"Better." So much better. He grabbed that tight little ass and yanked Shane up against his cock, rubbing

through their clothes.

"Hungry." Shane leaned in again, eyes lit up and so fucking blue. "I'll do it. Let you watch. Let you take

me after."

"I'm so there. Love the way you take care of me." Galen took a kiss, tasting heat and lemonade and a little

hound.

"Always will." Shane kissed him back, pushing in and wrapping around him.

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They groaned and panted, the kisses going deep and hard and needy. Shane could light his fire like no one else ever had, with a simple kiss. All the games he'd played back in the day couldn't measure up to Shane's mouth. Of course, Shane's kiss was full of more promises than he'd ever got from any of the others, all put together.

He yanked at Shane's shorts, pushing Goob away with one foot. The dogs usually got the picture and got

scarce, but they had to make sure everyone was all right first.

Shane tilted his face up, took one biting kiss after another. They rocked together, and he got his hand

around Shane's cock, stroking up and down.

Shane worked his shirt open, fingers tugging at the little hairs on his chest, his belly. His nipples drew up

tight-tight, and Galen grunted, his legs moving under Shane's body. "Darlin'. Yeah."

"I think..." Shane hummed softly, fingers heading north. "I think maybe it's time for you to get a ring for

me, too."

"You think so?" That might drive him absolutely insane. Still, it would be an amazing fucking way to go.

One of his nipples was twisted, tugged. "I do. Just this one."

"Just the one?" The words stuttered a little, Shane's touch making it hard to talk.

"Yeah. Just the one. So I can touch it. Tease it."

"I could go for that." He could go for it, and then some. God, yeah.

"Mmm. Then that's what we'll do. After, when we're on our own again." Shane dipped down quick, bit his

nipple good and hard.

"Okay. Uh-huh." Galen figured he might agree to anything, as long as Shane kept touching him like that.

"Want to fuck me?" He got another bite, Shane tugging.

"I do, darlin'. Want you so bad." Galen grinned, licking at Shane's skin. "I'd even let you do me."

Shane's laughter tickled him, made him smile. "So good to me."

"I try, huh?" He set Shane up on the floor before hauling his own ass off the couch. Then he picked Shane

up and headed for the bedroom.

"Dude. Man. That's still rocking cool." Shane's teeth found his shoulder, his bicep.

"Yeah? Not getting bored with the old man?" Some days Galen felt way older than he ought to be.

The look he got seared him down to the core. "I will kick your hard, tight ass if you ever suggest that

again."

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Galen stopped, right there in the hall, smooshing Shane up against the wall so he could take a kiss. He needed it. Bad. Needed to show Shane how much that meant to him. Their teeth clicked together and he could taste the hint of blood between them. His hand pushed up under Shane's butt, and he held on, his hips starting a slow grind. God, yeah. Yeah. Maybe they could just do it right here. The bed could be there for round two. "That work for you, darlin'? Want you right here?" Shane could read his mind almost. That would be

enough to get the gist.

Shane nodded, grinned at him. "Fuck, yeah."

"Fuck. This is the operative word, huh?" Galen scrabbled at Shane's loose shorts, needing skin.

"Oh, that was bad." Shane worked his drawstring open, hips wiggling furiously.

"But it feels good, huh?"

"Better than." Shane's hands were on his belly, running around his sides.

"Uh-huh." He could lose himself in Shane completely, wallow in how much the man loved him. Galen

got Shane's shorts all the way off, tossing them away, feeling that warm skin get hotter under his hands.

Shane's knees drew up, legs hooking around his hips, that hot little body rocking up against him.

The trust always kind of stunned him. That he wouldn't drop the man, that it would be good for them.

Shit, who was he kidding? He trusted Shane enough to let him in. And didn't Shane take him up on it,

too? His lover was all about the eager and ready.

They pushed hard against each other, Galen going up on tiptoe to drive his cock against Shane's body, not

caring how they got off at this point. He just wanted to feel.

"Hell, yeah. Harder." Shane moaned, bit at his bottom lip.

"Anything, darlin'. Anything." He pushed harder, grunting, sweat starting to slick his skin.

Shane's cock jerked, leaking against him, making his belly steam.

Galen got lost in it, letting the heat and need take over, his whole body tensing as his balls drew up.

"Shane..."

"Yeah. Come on, Len. Gimme."

Galen could live a lifetime on that wild, horny grin. "Shit..." He let it go and came, spunk hitting Shane's

skin, his body shaking with it. Just like that.

"Oh..." Shane's head rolled on his neck, hips shifting madly.

"Come on, darlin'." His hands shook, but he held Shane up with one, the other dropping to pull at Shane's

cock.

"Not gonna take..." Shane didn't get the 'much' out, before spunk was pouring over his fingers.

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"That's it. Oh, fuck, that's it. Yeah." Look at that man. So fucking fine.

"Oh, man. Len." Shane was blinking, getting all baby-headed.

"Mmmhmm. Bed." He could make it. Surely he could. His legs were shaky, but God knew he'd carried

Shane when he had less strength.

"Uh-huh. There's lot of you left to touch."

"You know it." Somehow he made it down the hall and got them plopped on the bed, both of them

laughing and panting.

"Better?" Shane bumped his nose with one finger, grinned.

"Much. I was getting wobbly." Might as well admit it.

"It's a big thing. You forgive me for not telling?"

"I do. I know how Momma is. She's a force of nature." Right now a force of nature that was making him a

little crazy. Like a bad hurricane wind or a freezing rain.

Shane's eyes were laughing. "I'll tell you, under no circumstances can she make you wear a bridesmaid

dress."

***

Dude.

Dude, Momma's boyfriend was... tall.

Really tall.

And a real life cowboy, too.

Like with the felt hat and the starched shirt and the Wrangler jeans and...

It was kinda weird, because his Galen was way more redneck than cowboy up and all.

At least Galen wasn't wearing a shiny suit. They were at some restaurant that didn't let people in wearing

flip flops, though, so Galen was in dark jeans and boots, his shirt a nice dark green.

Momma was fluttering some, looking at Galen over and over and over. "Son... Shane, honey. This is

Roger. Roger, this is Galen and Shane."

"Hey, Momma." Galen smiled and kissed his momma's cheek before reaching out to shake Roger's hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"It's a pleasure. Thank you for coming. It means a lot. Have a seat." Roger held the chair for Momma, and

they all sat. Staring at each other.

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It was Galen who broke the ice, which surprised the stuffing out of Shane, even if it shouldn't. Galen used

to schmooze for a living, right?

"So, Momma says you're from Wyoming, Roger?"

"I am. Born and raised. I own a big old spread up there -- horses, mainly, some cattle."

Momma nodded, smiled. "It's pretty up there, son. Like a picture."

Of course, Shane couldn't help but worry about all that snow and some big house and tall cowboys and...

Surely Momma'd seen that Shining movie, right?

"Yeah? You're gonna freeze your ass off in the winter." Galen softened it with a smile, but there was an

undercurrent of concern. At least Galen was thinking straight.

"Well, Roger says that he likes to travel in the early part of the year -- Denver and Fort Worth and

Houston to the stock shows, maybe a couple of weeks in the Bahamas to warm up..."

Roger patted Momma's hand, grinned. "And the house won't be cold. You two should come for

Christmas. It's quiet, beautiful, and I have three guest houses, so you'd have your privacy when you

wanted it."

Lord. This guy was trying hard.

"That'd be nice. Shane likes a white Christmas, don't you, darlin'?"

"I do. We went to Vermont once. It rocked." He looked at his menu, trying to figure out what to say to

make the weirdness go away.

Momma reached out, touched his wrist. "The gumbo's not as good as mine, now, but the etoufee is real

nice, I hear."

"Then we'll try the etoufee and the barbeque shrimp, huh?" Galen was trying, too, but that tension was

right there in those heavy shoulders.

"Okay." He chewed his bottom lip for a second, then looked at Momma. "Did he give you a ring,

Momma? Can we see?" Girls liked to talk about their rings. He knew that.

Momma laughed, nodding and holding out her hand so they could all see the subdued gold band with a

rainbow of tiny stones. "They're sapphires. Isn't that pretty?"

"Oh, now, that's fine. It looks good on you." He scooted over so Galen could see and ooh and aah.

"That's pretty, Momma. Looks like your man has good taste." His Len gave Roger a nod of approval, and

everything eased a bit.

The wine came and they ordered, Roger staying pretty much quiet, eyes always on Momma. They were

all a little relieved when the appetizer came, so they had something to do besides sit and tap fingers. Poor

Len was holding his hand so tight under the table that his fingers were kinda purple.

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Momma kept looking at them all, then she suddenly put her fork down. "So, Galen. Are you going to

stand up with me when me and Roger get married?"

"Yes, ma'am. I am." Galen squeezed his hand before leaning to kiss Momma's cheek. "I wouldn't miss it."

"Thank you, baby. I needed you to be here."

He just barely heard Momma's words and he was so damn proud of his Galen.

Roger was beaming, Momma was looking a little misty, and Galen had this kind of goofy look on his

face. "My Momma's getting married. I have to be here."

Roger patted Momma's wrist. "Now, Lynn, honey. No crying. You'll make your head hurt."

"Not to mention the raccoon eyes." She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, and Shane kinda stared. He

wasn't sure he'd ever heard her name outside of their first introduction.

Roger looked over at Galen, smiled a little. "I appreciate you coming out. I had feelings for Lynn from the

first minute I saw her and I couldn't be happier that she's agreed to marry me. I looked for this lady for

fifty years."

Oh. Oh, that was...

Damn.

Galen glanced at him, that crooked smile kicking up one corner of that pretty mouth. "I can understand

that, sir."

Shane's cheeks heated and he ducked his head, Momma chuckling softly, hand patting his knee.

"That boy of mine, he's a sweet-talker."

"Yes, Momma. He is." Shane looked over at her. "So are you taking your dogs?"

Momma nodded. "They're already up there, with all of Roger's. Happy as clams. Galen, what do you want

to do about the house?"

"The house?" Sitting back, Galen carefully wiped his hands on his napkin, then both sides of his mouth.

Stalling. Shane had seen it a hundred times when Galen was meeting that asshole ex-business partner,

Frank.

"I'll buy it from you, if you don't want to keep it, Momma. I'd like to have a place in Louisiana to go to,

and not just for me and Shane, but y'all."

"Honey, boys, it's y'all's. Both of y'all's. I had the deed changed a year ago, just in case something

happened to me."

"Happened to you how, Momma?" Shane was confused as all get out. Momma wasn't sick, was she?

"Well, I started traveling some, you know, and them planes... well, they crash and all... I worried."

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Oh. Oh, right. Momma never had traveled much. Galen chuckled. "I'll still buy it, if you need me to, Momma." "I don't... Roger's good to me, son. Real good to me."

"Well, then, we'll keep it up, and all. I..." Galen swallowed hard, hand clenching on the table a little. "I

hope you don't think I'm stupid for needing it to be there."

"Galen! I would never think that!"

"Lynn, honey. Breathe." Roger looked over at Galen. "Man, that's your family home. It's good that you're fond, yeah? I would've had to offer to buy it from y'all if you didn't want to keep it, for when we need our time in the bayou." Shane liked this Roger guy. Liked the man a lot. He liked how Roger didn't talk down to Galen, how the man didn't look ugly at him.

Best of all, those old cowboy eyes just stared at Momma like...

Well, like Galen stared at him.

That had to be good.

"Thanks. That's... Well. Thank you." Nodding, Galen took a swig of tea, making a face at the sweet. "So,

where are you taking my Momma on her one and only honeymoon?"

Momma leaned forward, her eyes lit up. "Oh, baby. We're going to Ireland."

"Oh, that's something you always wanted to do." Laughing, Galen reached across to shake Roger's hand.

"You're good in my book, Roger."

Too fucking cool.

Shane dug into his food, happy in the pit of his stomach. Good fucking deal.

***

Galen had never thought he would say he was happy to see his momma leave. He was, though, genuinely

happy. Oh, he'd miss her like a sore tooth while she was on her honeymoon, and even more when she

moved to Wyoming, but damn she looked happy. Acted happy.

Not to mention that Roger obviously loved her to death.

Lord, his momma was married, for the first time in his life.

"I wanted to tell you, baby," Momma had said when she hugged his neck before the ceremony. "I was just

scared you'd be upset."

He'd just hugged her tight. "You told Shane."

Momma had sniffled and laughed, all at the same time. "Shane's easy, baby. You're deep."

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Lord. Good thing he loved them both. They were free, now, and Galen wanted a shot of Jack and maybe a

muffaletta before he took Shane back to that tattoo and piercing place they'd been to before.

"You want to head to Frank's or to the Clover?" Shane patted his arm, the man looking hot in a skin-tight

T-shirt, jeans, and a gimme cap.

"Franks. I want a sandwich. Maybe with a side of pasta." He wasn't in the mood for the waiters at the Clover Grill flirting with Shane. They were all wiggly little gay boys. Frank's, not so much. Hell, there it was good ole boy mafia all the way. It worked for him. "Well, come on, bayou baby. Lead the way." Damn, Shane was damn near bouncy.

Galen grabbed Shane's butt for a minute, patting and squeezing. He needed to touch a little. Then he led

the way to Decatur Street, heading down past the square to the little restaurant with the deli counter and the tiny eat in area at the back. They got a table and Shane grinned over at the waiter. "Man, is it cool if I run next door and buy a bottle of Jack to drink? I'm happy to share with the staff."

The big guy shrugged, nodding easily. "Sure, sure. Long as you share."

"I'm good at sharing. I want a sammich, Len." Shane winked at him, popped up, the big guy staring after

with a questioning look.

Galen grinned, shaking his head a little. "We need a muffaletta to share, a salad for him and an order of

spaghetti for me."

"You got it. I'll bring glasses, too. Y'all want ice?"

"Yeah. And I'll be happy to get a bottle of wine, too, sir. Something that will go with pasta and dessert."

Galen winked. "He doesn't really like Jack. That's for me."

"I can handle that, sir. I'll get y'all's order in."

He sat, watching the little crowds wandering outside on the street, listening to the businessmen behind

him talk.

He watched Shane bounce all the way back in, that big smile easing something he didn't even know was

tight inside. Oh, he was happy; he was. Momma was thrilled. He was thrilled. Maybe he was a little

scared.

"Got us a bottle. You order for us?" Shane snuggled in, settling happily in one of the old chairs.

"I did. I got you a salad, too." Shane had this weird fondness for green things.

"Oh, coolness." Shane got the bottle open, smelled the whiskey and hummed. "Not too much, Len. We

gotta be sober, hmm?"

"Yeah. Just a little. And I got us some wine, in case you wanted." They'd have a beer, later.

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Shane grinned. "I'll take a taste of yours. Momma looked pretty, huh?"

"She did." His Momma was still a good looking woman, and she's been something in her cream colored

dress and cowboy boots that kind of matched Roger's. Lord.

"You did good. I was proud."

"Thanks, darlin'. I swear, I was fixing to have a breakdown by the time it was over, and I like her man." It

was just too weird.

"Yeah, he's cool. He loves her, you know? It's a little weird, having someone look at her like she's a... a

girl."

"Yeah." Damn. He needed to get over himself. Momma deserved someone to love her like that. Hell, he

knew what it was like.

Shane hushed up, poured them both a shot, then got up to pour the restaurant shots. Lord, you could take

the redneck out of the bar...

Grinning, Galen kicked back, finally letting the last of the tension go when he drank his shot. He was

going to get to see Shane get pierced. Hoo yeah.

He'd had fun last night, spreading that fine little body out and shaving, slow and easy, until Shane was

whimpering for him.

Of course, him having to shave part of his chest wasn't so fun, but they'd made do. God, he was hairy.

That tight little ass was wiggling, hips swaying as Shane walked back. Oh, he was gonna get to see that

fine ass move, a ring behind those pretty balls...

He swallowed hard, tossing back the rest of his Jack. He needed to not get all hot and bothered in Frank's.

The pasta and salad came as Shane settled in, and they relaxed a little, chattering, laughing together. Good

food and good company could always calm a man, and if he had a constant, low-level ache in his groin, well, that was his own fault. He was thinking on things he ought not at the supper table. Of course, he'd challenge anyone to watch Shane lick olive salad off his fingers and not get a little hot and bothered. Humming, he licked his own fingers, contemplating an oiled up Shane and a plastic sheet... "You got pure wicked in your eyes, Mr. Frost."

"Me? I'm pure as the fallen snow." He loved it when Shane smiled at him like that. Hell, yes.

"Shit, you don't know from snow, Galen."

"I've seen more than you." Most of it dirty and piled up on the side of city streets. Ugh.

"Well, you know..." Those big blue eyes had his fucking number. "Some of us are smart enough to not

work in Yankee land."

"Hey, now. I don't anymore." That was in the past, and he was never going back.

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"No. No, you don't. You're all mine now." Oh. Oh, fuck him. That was hot.

"I am. So yours." He sopped up the last of his sauce with some bread from his sandwich. "Man, that was

good."

"It was. I do love me some New Orleans." Shane was beginning to fidget, bounce, think.

Galen pulled out his wallet and gestured at the waiter. He handed the man three twenties and grinned.

"Keep the change, man. Come on, darlin'. Let's go do this."

"You're sure? You want to?" Shane was right there with him; shit, Galen could smell how bad Shane

wanted.

"I am. I do. Jesus, darlin', it's all I can think about." Yeah. It was something he wanted bad. To see that,

and to show Shane what he was prepared to do.

"Yeah. I'm all ready. That first ring, I damn near shook apart, walking back to the hotel."

"You were vibrating when I woke up." Jesus, Galen had thought he would just explode, seeing that little

ring, seeing how hot it made Shane.

"You were so worried that I'd gone and gotten something somewhere else." Shane laughed, swatting his

hip. "You figured that part out, though."

"Uh-huh. I'm slow, but I get there." The tattoo shop loomed in front of them, and Galen grinned in

anticipation, his body tightening. "You ready?"

"I am. You'll go first, huh? Then me."

"Works for me. Come on, darlin'. Let's see if they remember us." He took Shane's elbow, steering them

inside. Jesus. He couldn't wait.

***

Fuck.

Fuck.

Shane dropped the key to the little room three times, his hands were shaking so bad.

"Galen." He needed. He needed now.

"Shane. Give me the key." Those big hands were shaking, too, covering his to take the key and jam it in

the slot. It worked finally, and they tumbled inside, Len reaching for him.

He stepped into Galen's arms, palm flat against that hot, little nipple, crying out at the heat. "Oh, fuck.

Len."

"Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck." Galen bucked against him, hips punching against his, that whole big body

shuddering.

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"Open your jeans." He couldn't stop touching long enough to and his free hand was undoing buttons so he could see and touch. "Yeah. Yeah darlin'." Galen stripped the jeans off in record time, then attacked Shane's loose ones. Shane pushed right in, cock sliding against Galen's. He shoved Galen's shirt off, finger tracing a circle around that little gold ring. His ring. "Fuck. Fuck, yes. So pretty." His man.

"All for you, Shane." Galen's breath hitched in that wide chest, that nipple burning under his palm.

"I know." He got his free hand around Galen's cock, pulling fast and hard, the way he knew Galen liked it.

"After you come, I need your mouth, Galen. I need it bad, like you promised when they put the ring in

me."

"Anything, darlin'. Anything you want. I'll suck you until you scream." Galen was an oral son of a bitch.

Shane knew he'd make good on it.

Shane nodded, leaning forward to leave a sucking kiss on Galen's chest, right above that little ring. He

was gonna make Galen pay for years of teasing.

"Oh..." The sound came out as a long, drawn-out moan, Galen's hips pumping as he came in short, sharp

bursts.

Shane hummed happily, rubbing that slick spunk into Galen's shaft, making sure he left a nice dark mark

where he was sucking.

"Shane. I. Oh." Galen sank to his knees, hands on Shane's hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.

"You are so fine." He spread a little, moaning as the ring behind his balls moved.

"Smell so good." That rough cheek rubbed his belly for a minute, and Galen pressed against his balls,

pushing them a little, making the new piercing throb.

"Galen." His knees buckled a little, belly going ping.

"Yeah." Leaning back, Len smiled for him before opening up and taking him right in, that hot mouth

closing around him tight and good.

"Fuck. Fuck." His head knocked back against the wall, his hand reaching up to tug the chain between his

nipple rings, hard.

"Mmm." Moaning, Galen sucked him deeper and deeper, 'til those hot lips sealed around the base of his

cock.

It was all he could do, to spread wide and start humping. Galen's fingers cupped his balls, fingers teasing

him, right behind, just enough to make his eyes roll. He could see the flush on his Len's skin, feel the heat and the dampness of sweat under his hands where he clung to Galen's shoulders. Galen was into this as much as he was.

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"Fucking love this." He was going to scream. "Mmmhmm." Galen was working him hard, tongue dragging against the underside of his cock, fingers pressing just beyond his new ring, not quite touching it. He lost his words, lost everything but the sting and heat and pull and fuck him, yes. When Galen pushed against his hole, he figured it was all over, his balls hard as stones, his skin on fire.

"Please, touch it." He just needed that one touch.

Galen gave him exactly what he needed, one finger barely tapping the new ring. That was all he needed,

because he was so sensitive it made him holler his head off.

He shot so hard his knees buckled, for real this time, and he slumped to the floor.

Galen caught him, easing him down to the carpet. "I got you, darlin'. Jesus, how did you live with both of

them like this at once?"

"I got you." Galen made it easy. Hard. Whatever.

"Kiss me?" Those pretty eyes stared right into his, Galen pulling him up close for a deep kiss.

His hand landed on Galen's chest, the skin hot where the hickey was, the pierced nipple nudging his wrist.

"Uhn." Galen shuddered, bumping hard against him.

"Mmm. Come to bed. I want to see, touch a little." Maybe a lot.

"Oh, hell yeah. That sounds good." Galen climbed to his feet, hauling Shane up with him. "There's a lot to

look at, huh?"

"Mmmhmm..." He let his eyes drag down that fine body. "Miles of it and it's all mine."

"All yours." They sat on the bed together, both of them reaching out to touch, both of them laughing a

little.

He traced a circle around the new piercing, touching gently, chuckling as the little gold ring jerked.

"Shane! Christ. I'm going to fly apart." Yeah. Galen was so hot, skin flushed, little beads of sweat rising.

"No, Len. You won't. It's going to be so good."

"Promise?" That laugh came out breathless, low and a little growly. Hot as all fuck.

"Swear to God." He met Galen's eyes, serious as a heart attack.

"Then let's do it." Galen kissed him like there was no tomorrow, even though he knew there was. They'd

figured all that shit out.

And it hadn’t taken them near as long as it'd taken Momma, either.

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