Ring My Bell

Ring My Bell by B. A. Tortuga

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The bell ringing gig was getting old. It really was. 'Course it was his own fault. That drunken brawl at the Oasis had cost Collin about five hundred dollars in fines and three weeks of volunteer work. As a Christmas bell ringer. It sure as hell lowered his Christmas spirit. So much for peace on earth, Collin was ready to have a mental breakdown. And the turkey leftovers were only just gone. Damn it. "You know, every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings," some old blue haired lady said while she dropped fifty cents into Collin's donation can. He bared his teeth. "That's what they say. Happy Holidays." "You too, honey." Shoot him. Now. With a rusty motherfucking bazooka. When his three hour shift was finally over, Collin had frozen fingers, a permanent ringing in his ears, and a bad case of the growls. He wanted a pizza, a beer and someone to rub his aching feet. Good thing he was easy to please, and would settle for best two out of three. He headed down to the end of the Wal-Mart parking lot, where he'd parked his truck, and he groaned the minute his feet left the blacktop. Cowboy boots were not made for standing on concrete all day. They were made for shit kicking, which Collin still had to go home and do; his dogs and horses had been out all day. With his fucking luck, the barn had burned down. 3

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Halfway home, Collin spied something in the middle of the road. Looked too big to be a coyote, too small to be someone's cow, but it still had him slamming on the brakes when he got close. Goddamn. There was a crater in the damned road, and it was surrounded by bunches of white feathers, just like someone had hit a chicken truck. A big assed chicken truck. Problem was, the only thing in the crater in the road was a naked dude. The guy didn't look ... damaged, really. No guts on the road. No smooshed parts. Just naked. Naked and muddy as all get out. Collin crept right up to the side of the hole in the road, peering down. "Buddy? You, uh ... You need help?" Bright eyes stared up at him—one blue, one green as a bottle. "I could use a hand, yeah." Okay, okay. Weird. Very weird, but the guy was naked, what harm could he do? "You need me to call an ambulance? Maybe a veterinarian?" "Fuck off, asshole. I've had a long damned day. Just help me up, would you? I'll make it worth your while." Well, the guy wasn't from here. There wasn't an accent. One strong, pale hand was held up, already bruised as hell. Worth his while. Well, maybe if he did a good deed, he could get out of bell ringing. He grabbed the guy's hand, pulling gently. Feathers fucking went everywhere, the wind coming sudden and cold. Mr. Pale and Naked was lighter than 4

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advertised and just landed in his arms, solid as anything, back slick with mud. "Did you sacrifice a chicken?" Collin backed away from the hole, pulling the man with him, trying not to notice the naked man parts that kinda ... rubbed all over. "Maybe a turkey?" Although they didn't make wild turkeys... "In a manner of speaking, I suppose. My boss and I had a disagreement about corporate policy. He expressed his displeasure. I ended up here. He's got a sense of humor." Jesus. No wonder he wasn't white-collar. "Your boss shoot you here on a rocket or something?" There was no car. No bike. No spaceship... "Now that sounds just like something the big asshole would do. Look, I have some resources that are off the radar, so to speak. I don't suppose you'll give me a ride?" Oh, man. The guy was really filthy. "Uh." Collin just kept telling himself the guy was naked. Unless he had a bazooka up his ass, there was no way he could be dangerous. "Where to?" "Well, that depends. Where am I?" The wind blew again and Mr. Naked pushed close. "North of Dallas." North enough that Dallas was a drive, and he had those critters to feed... "Dallas? As in Texas?" Those weird-assed eyes looked up, lips tightening. "Very funny. I was hoping for closer to Vallejo, actually. Even Sacramento would have worked." "Sorry?" Hell, why was he apologizing? He wasn't the one got himself dumped on the road in Texas. "Look, I can give 5

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you a ride into town, but I've got to go home and feed first. I could let you borrow some clothes." "I could nominate you for sainthood." One dirty, shivering hand was held out. "Gazardiel. You can call me Gaz. Everybody does." "God bless you," he quipped immediately, before grinning and shaking. "Collin." "Collin. Good name." The dude started toward the lights of the truck, walking real careful like. "You want me to sit in the back?" "Nah. You look cold." It wasn't blue norther cold, but it sure wasn't warm, either. "It's fucking freezing down here." Jesus, he hoped that stuff dripping off the man was mud and not blood... "Look, I have a horse blanket in the back. It might smell a little, but you can wrap up." He got the heater cranked up in the cab, got the blanket out. "I'm not picky. Believe me. Right now, it's..." The man tilted his head, bleached blond hair falling into his eyes. "Heaven." "You got a skewed idea of that." Made no never mind to him, though. Collin got the guy settled in and hopped into the truck, heading for home. He'd call in the hole in the road when he got there. The man was sorta creepy-still, riding without a sound, eyes closed, not even looking like he was breathing. They pulled into his lane, the truck lurching to a stop. Collin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before poking the guy in the ribs. "We're home." 6

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Those weird eyes popped open, met his. "Home again, home again, jiggity jig." "Uh. Yeah. Come on in and get warm." God, this man was weird. Really, really weird. Maybe he had some brain damage or something. "Thank you." The guy was moving slower and slower, kind of looking like he was melting some. Drooping. "Crap. Don't you pass out on me." He hustled around, putting an arm around the guy and herding him into the house. They just needed to make it to a kitchen chair. "I won't. It's just been a long day." Lord, the guy needed a bath. Or a hosing off. "I can see that. You have some serious bruises, man." That and the whole feather thing. "You are an observant one, aren't you?" The blue eye winked at him. "My former boss had control issues. I think I told you." "Look, can you stand up long enough to take a shower? Some hot water might help." That and it would be less unnerving. "That would be fucking appreciated, sir. I smell like something dead." "Not that bad. Well, maybe. Here, I'll show you where everything is." He'd get the guy some clothes, let him have a shower, and then figure out who he needed to call. The horse blanket hit the floor as soon as the hot water started flowing, the long, lean body disappearing into the steam, long hair going flat. Oh. Oh, pretty. 7

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Whew. Okay. Down boy. Weird homeless naked muddy unemployed guy. Not. Sexy. Sweats. Sweats would be short, but they'd fit better than his Wranglers. God knew he had enough t-shirts and all. He needed to get a towel or two, and maybe turn the heat up. There was a pile of wet, bloody feathers in the little blue trash can. Bloody. Gross. And also fucking weird. The clothes he put in a neat pile on the toilet. The towel he hung on the bar. Man, he was glad his momma had come over to clean a few days back. Because it never hurt to be prepared for random naked. "Thank you." A lean, clean, remarkably awake face appeared, smiling at him. "You are a good Samaritan, aren't you?" "Me? Shit, no. I'm just trying to earn points, huh?" A good Samaritan. Lord. He handed over the other towel. "Just trying to earn your way in, hmm? Good luck with that." He got a wicked grin and then the water went off, leaving them in silence. "To Heaven? Oh, not so much. I just want to stay out of jail." Winking, he grabbed the other towel and handed it over, too, hoping the guy would wrap it around his waist instead of using it on his hair, too. "Jail is too confining to have any real fun in." The one towel was taken off, tossed in the hamper, the other put back on the thick hair. Thick. 8

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Not long and full, like the man's cock. Wait. Stop. No looking. "You know it. Not to mention that the judge around here hates me. My sister's ex-husband's pop and all that." That sucked big time. "Impressive." He got another grin, a wink. "I'm relatively unfettered in the family department. I count it as a blessing." "Yeah? No brothers and sisters?" Collin handed over a stillwrapped toothbrush and his Old Spice roll-on, happy to give himself something else to look at. "Not really." The guy turned around and... Jesus fuck. There were long, bloody ... stumps on the man's shoulders. "Dude." Just. Dude. "You have. I mean. I should take you to the hospital." "No. They'll heal." There was a sudden flash of fury in the odd eyes that faded, just like that. "Yeah. Sure. They just look." Collin swallowed hard. "You want some ointment, at least?" "Is that a proposition, Collin?" His eyes snapped up to meet those weirdly uncoordinated ones. "No! I'm gonna ... Go order pizza. Clothes there." He fled. The soft laughter followed him. "I promise not to jump your bones, pretty man." Pretty. Him. 9

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Lord. This guy was gonna be nothing but trouble. He could tell. **** There were good days and bad days. Rough days. Harsh days. Terrible days. Then there was that day when you pissed the Boss off so bad your motherfucking world got upended and your happy ass landed in motherfucking east Texas. Texas, for fuck's sake. Land of cowboys, chili, Bible belts and women with hair better suited to contacting alien races than anything else. Gaz chuckled, the laughter making the raw bones between his shoulder blades scream. He rolled his eyes, bit back the curse that threatened, and wandered out, looking for the pretty cowboy. Honestly, those tight little asses? An excellent invention on someone's part. He approved. "Hey. You feeling less crusty?" Yeah. Pretty. Dark brown hair, green eyes. That broad shoulder thing with the narrow waist and long legs. Nice cowboy. "I am. There may be enough mud in your plumbing to rebuild a small adobe village, complete with a market and a whorehouse." He could eat the man alive. Well, not in the literal sense, but in that pay-per-view, gold lame shorts gay porn sort of way. "Oh. Well, I don't reckon we need the market..." One dark brow went up, that grin really wide and cute. 10

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"Ah, but a house of ill-repute filled with nubile young things?" Who the fuck came up with the word nubile? "Depends. I'm not so sure about nubile, either. I just like a nice quick fuck now and then." Collin's eyebrows drew together, his mouth snapping shut like he couldn't believe what he'd just said. "Don't we all? That is one of the benefits of having a cock, isn't it?" He was exceedingly fond of his. In fact, that had been the beginning of the argument he'd found himself in. "Uh. Yeah. Yours is nice." Now those cheeks went bright red, Collin spinning on his heel to head into what was presumably the kitchen. "You want some coffee?" "Of course." He followed, bare feet slapping on the linoleum. "How's yours?" "Coffee? I have Folgers. Not fancy, I guess." The man wouldn't look at him. "I meant your cock. I'm not terribly picky about my coffee." Honestly, anything now worked for him, so long as it was rich and black. "My..." Collin cleared his throat. "I don't think I want to talk on that." "Alright." Pity though, it promised to be a decent piece of equipment. "Have I thanked you for stopping to help me?" "I think so." That rangy body moved around, the man measuring coffee, pouring water. "I need to get a little more work done, so if you want to put some clothes on, you could help me." "Does it require riding or roping anything? Because I have to tell you, animals don't want me on their back." 11

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"No. No, just watering and feeding and shit. But if you don't like animals, I can show you where the guest room is, no big." The coffee started smelling really good, perking away. "I like them. I don't ride them. I'll dress." He wandered back to the bathroom, rolling his shoulders, beginning to feel the aches and bruises. They fascinated him. He could hear Collin moving around, hear the man whistling some jaunty tune. It was cute, how much the guy relaxed when he wasn't present and accounted for and naked. The pants fit reasonably well, but the shirt pressed against his stubs, so he left it behind. "You're gonna get cold, man," Collin said when he came back out. "You sure you don't want a bandage?" "They ache some. I'm sure I'm supposed to learn something." Right. Like that was going to happen. This wasn't a fucking art film. "Well, I can give you something softer, maybe. A fleece jacket." God help him, he was stuck in Texas with a genuinely decent guy, too. "Thank you." Would offering a blow job be an inappropriate gesture of gratitude? Collin was staring at him again. Maybe the guy felt safe now that his lower half was covered. "Sure. Uh, over here. So, you got people in California?" "People? No. I do have a bank account, a thriving phone sex business, and an apartment." Only one of those facts was a lie. 12

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"There a lot of money in phone sex?" One dark eyebrow went up, a glorious smile curling those well-shaped lips. "You know it, man." He answered that smile, his shoulders rolling with pleasure from seeing it. "You can't imagine the crusty old men wanting to know what I'm wearing." "Oh, I bet I can." Clearing his throat, Collin nodded to the back door. "I gotta go feed. Here's that jacket." "Thank you. What do you need me to do, since you obviously know what I'm wearing." He eased the jacket on, the soft fleece warming him. "Oh, I'll just get you to help me with the easy stuff." They headed out into the cold, the place nice enough, dogs and horses and a donkey, of all things. "An ass. How very Biblical. Is there a manger?" That would be perfect. "A what? No. What kind of question is that?" That lean body went through the motions of work easily, Collin slinging food around, showing him how to water everyone. "I have a very odd sense of humor." He watered, the horses staring at him, nostrils flaring. Honestly, it had been a long enough day. He didn't need equine drama. They worked in silence for a good while, Collin just sort of doing, leading him to do by example, but finally the man grinned at him. "Hungry?" "You wouldn't believe how much. Honestly, I could eat a moose." And pick his teeth with the antlers. "Well, I don't have moose, but I have some steaks, huh?" Oh, he'd bet Collin could do a good steak. 13

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"Oh, you are a good man. That would be ... amazing." Food and a nap. Please. "Cool. Come on." Really, all he needed was a collar and a leash and he could look like Collin's faithful dog. Well that thought was growl-worthy, at best. Faithful... Would that be irony? "You okay?" Collin was frowning at him with concern, staring at him where he'd stopped walking. "You overdid it, didn't you? I tell you what, I knew as soon as I saw your back..." "I." He blinked, the world going a touch sparkly around the edges. Damn it, the Boss had no call to come back for him tonight. Or tomorrow. He was fired, damn it. "Hey. Hey, come on." Those hands landed on his arms, pulling him along. "No passing out in the yard, huh?" "Right. No passing out." He tilted his head, thinking. "Why do people say passing out? Passing out of what?" That was just stupid. "Uh ... Hell if I know." They got into the house, Collin sitting him right down on the couch. He leaned forward, keeping his back off the upholstery. "It just seems odd, you know?" "I guess. Never thought about it. You be okay here while I get some food?" "I'll be fine. Is it hard to get a blowjob out here in the sticks?" 14

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He thought Collin might fall down, backpedaling the way he did. "No. I mean, how would I know? I don't do girls ... I mean. Steak. Be right back." Now, honestly. He could tell this man needed a blow more than anyone he'd met. Not long after Collin ran, he could smell steaks on the grill pan, and the scent was enough to make his mouth water. Gaz stood, following his nose. His cock. Maybe both. Collin was tossing up salad, the steaks sizzling away, and the man was studiously not looking at him. "You know, sex is not inherently evil. In fact, you could say it was a holy act..." "A holy..." Collin turned, laughing, those eyes just dancing. "How do you figure that? And Lord knows I don't think sex is dirty. I just hate thinking about doing the nasty when you're all scraped up." "Well, you just seemed so fucked up when I discussed blowjobs. I get that, though. Pain during sex is an intensely subjective thing." "Made me think of you blowing me is all." Crusty bread came out of a bag, and then Collin grabbed a big knife. Pain. Right. "I think that could be a decent way to spend an evening." In fact, it would probably be a fantastic way to spend a weekend, really.

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"Yeah? Well..." Those cheeks were fiery red. He wondered what they would feel like in his hands. On his cock. "Eat up first." "Thank you." He dug into the food, humming happily at the salt and blood and water and spice. Food. He loved food. He loved humans. Especially hungry, alive, vibrant ones. Like this one. "Oh, hell, I forgot the potatoes." Collin sat and started eating, too, though. Crunching that damned salad. "Why were you out and about? Were you working?" "Sort of." The last of the steak disappeared, that pink tongue flicking at the fork. "I was doing community service." "Ah. That sounds ... righteous." "Fuck you. Court ordered. Ringing a fucking bell for some fucking charity that doesn't approve of guys like me. Or you, for that matter. I swear to God, if one more brain challenged idiot tells me about angels every time a bell rings..." Slam. Whack. Dishes and pots and pans went crashing about. "You definitely need an orgasm. I had my wings ripped off and I'm in a better mood than you are." "Your..." Whirling on him, Collin advanced, fists clenched. "Do not fuck with me. I stopped. I brought you home. Naked. I helped." "You did." He swallowed the sigh. Texas. Right. Fight, and then fuck. "I thanked you. I want to fuck with you, though. I thought I'd been incredibly clear." "What, did someone send you? Or did you just pop out of thin air as my ghost of fucking Christmas present? What the fuck do you want?" 16

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Hrm. Someone was taking it all the wrong way. "Right this minute, I'd like an orgasm and a nap. Barring either of those, coffee and pain killers." He pondered the first question. Sent was really too deliberate, although with the big guy's sense of humor, he really didn't know. "An orgasm—" Eyes rolling like a fractious pony, Collin threw up his unclenched hands. "Only if I get to come first." "That's more than fair." He stood, moved forward and cupped the cowboy's cock. "Oh. Oh, fuck." He could see it when Collin's knees sagged. "Probably not tonight. We'll see. Right now, we'll try sucking." He eased himself down, hands sliding on Collin's thighs. "I like sucking." Collin looked kinda like someone had hit him with a brick. Those eyes stared down at him, dazed as hell. "I do, too." He worked the buckle open, zipper down. "It's a peculiar fascination." He loved the word peculiar. "Pec—Dude, it feels so fucking good." Collin's cock slipped right out when he pushed the boxers aside. "Indeed." He leaned in, lips wrapping around the thick, sweet cock. A deep moan was his answer, Collin's hips rolling, the hot flesh sliding between his lips. Now, this? Made a shitty day seem almost decent. Gaz wrapped his fingers around the base of Collin's balls, bobbing his head slowly. "Sweet. Oh, God." That had to be irony, too, Collin calling out for the Almighty while it was Gaz blowing him. Humans. 17

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Still, part of him understood. This was a step closer to heaven than anyone in vestments wanted anyone to believe. Rough fingers stroked over his hair, along his cheeks, the gentle touch completely at odds with the callused skin. He could feel Collin's heartbeat against his lower lip, could hear every breath that swelled that wide chest. Someone needed this more than just about anything. He focused on the rhythm of Collin's hips, of Collin's heart, of the throbbing in his body, making it work together. Collin seemed pretty focused in return, skin flushing dark, muscles bunching and flexing. Then the man started making these amazing noises. Man, all that bullshit about harps and horns? Didn't have anything on listening to the right guy give it up. Fuck, he could smell it when Collin was about to come. Those balls against his palm drew up, and Collin gave a surprised yelp, punching into his mouth. Salty. Bitter. Hot enough to burn. He fucking approved. Gaz eased up, but kept sucking, kept sliding his tongue on Collin's shaft. "Damn..." Collin cupped his chin, holding him still. "Almost too much, man." "Mmm." Almost was another one of his favorite words. "You're something else, man. I don't know what..." Collin could laugh during sex. This was a good sign. "Nothing major. Just a fallen angel looking for a good time." "Uh-huh. Fallen pretty far." Sinking down, Collin grabbed his arms and dragged him close, kissing him hard and deep. 18

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Oh, now that was worth the price of admission. He pushed into Collin's arms, kissing back with a straightforward intent to drive any vestige of unhappiness out of the man's mind. Once Collin got into it, there was no stopping him. The man tried to eat him alive, kissing him so hard he felt bruises pop up. He arched, hips moving in slow, rolling motions, his prick hard and aching. "Hungry bastard." Grunting, Collin reached between them and grabbed his cock, pulling, thumb rubbing over him. "I am." His eyes rolled, hips jerking and bucking as he fought for more. "Well, I ain't gonna leave you hanging." No, not with that hand sliding down to roll his balls, tugging at them, and then pushing them up against the base of his cock. "You ... you have the most amazing calluses." Working man's hands. Signs of strength and masculinity and ... "There." "Right there?" Cupping his everythings, Collin rolled them, pushing and pulling, making his whole body arch. "Yes!" Pleasure filled him, his balls drawing up, growing tighter and tighter. "Come on, man. Want my mouth? Is that it?" Scooting back, bending, Collin took him in, lips closing on the tip of his cock, just like that. His scream rang out, loud enough to shatter the light bulb, leaving them in perfect darkness. Collin licked him clean, leaning on his thighs and panting. "Goddamn." "Indeed." The man had no idea. 19

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**** Collin couldn't believe it. There was this strange dude in his bed. They'd sucked and eaten and showered and watched TV and they'd gone to bed, Gaz crawling in with him without asking. It was like three a.m., and all he could do was lie there on his side and stare at that lacerated back and wonder when he'd gone down the rabbit hole. It looked like ... It looked horrific, like bones had been stripped clean or something, like the guy was deformed, but somehow it fucking worked. Somehow it wasn't gross. Just kind of ... Well, it made him sad. Without even thinking, he reached out and touched the edge of one jagged scar. Gaz moaned, body rippling and pushing back toward him, a hot-as-fuck groan splitting the air. Blinking, he touched again, trying to decide if that was very bad, that he was thinking of getting off when someone was hurt ... Or if it was good. If Gaz was going to get off, too. "Don't stop, Collin. Please." Damn, that voice was like distilled sex. "Won't. Don't want to hurt, though." "You won't. You're a good man." How did the son of a bitch sound so sure? "I guess." Could he be a good man and want the things he wanted? His hands moved up and down, fingers stroking and touching, even as his hips inched closer to that amazing ass. "Mmm. You're fucking inspirational." Gaz rolled up onto hands and knees, offering him everything, just trusting him. 20

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His mouth watered. Gaz kinda almost glowed in the dark, and he could see all that bare skin. Okay, it had been awhile, but Gaz was fucking hot. Collin climbed to his knees, grabbing Gaz's hips. Gaz didn't hesitate a bit, pushing right back into his hands, seeming almost as desperate as he felt. Collin let his thumbs push down, spreading Gaz wide open for him, wondering what the hell was with him, that he couldn't slow down a bit. No, sir. All he could do was bend and push his tongue at Gaz's hole. "Collin." That voice seemed to echo in the room, vibrate some. Damn. "Mmmhmm." Too busy to talk, man, call back later. He pushed his tongue in, fucking that tight hole for all he was worth. Gaz made the finest fucking noises, calling out for him, damn near singing for him. His head was gonna explode. Collin had never revved up so fast, so easy like this. His cock ached, and he sat up, whispering as he rubbed against that fine ass. "Want to fuck you." "Yes." Gaz nodded, pale hair just going wild. "Yeah, Collin. In me." "I need something, man. Some slick or a rubber." They couldn't just do this, could they? That was part of not hurting. This guy made his fucking head swim. He reached up, stroking that hair, loving how it felt against his fingers. "I'm slick. Please. Let me feel you." "I. Yeah. Okay." How could he say no? Collin lined his cock up with that sweet hole and pushed the head inside, feeling Gaz close hot and tight around him. 21

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That got him a sound, but there wasn't an ounce of pain in it. Hell, no. That was all pleasure. Closing his eyes, he pushed all the way in, all the way until his hips smacked against Gaz's ass. Oh, sweet Jesus. "Good." "Yes. Do it again." That ass squeezed him tight, muscles rippling around him. "You don't have to ask twice." Breathless, feeling like he'd found heaven, Collin started moving, rocking back and forth. It wasn't all frantic, really. More like strong and sure and fucking steady. He held Gaz's hip with one hand, reaching underneath to grab that swinging prick with the other. He needed to feel. Hard, wet-tipped, it slapped into his palm, hot enough to burn. "Oh. Fuck, honey. So damned hot." Collin stroked and pushed and went to town, his teeth sinking into Gaz's shoulder. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Collin..." Soft words poured from Gaz, most of them he didn't even fucking understand. "No. No. Gonna keep on so good." Sweat ran on his neck and chest, his hands slipping and sliding on Gaz's skin, but he didn't let go. He just kept pumping, touching, pulling. The pressure around his prick made his breath catch, made him jerk, slam in deeper. His head was gonna explode. Flat out, no lie. Nothing had ever been so damned hot. Ever. "Gaz..." "Yes. Yes, soon. Collin. Soon." That scarred back arched, bowed for him like the pleasure was too big to be still for. 22

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He knew that feeling for sure. Goddamn. Yeah. He hit the base of Gaz's cock with his thumb and forefinger, twisting just a tiny bit. He slammed his hips forward at the same time, grunting as his balls slapped up. Heat poured over his fingers, Gaz's ass milking him like a practiced whore. "Oh, fuck!" Collin came like a ton of bricks, his whole body shaking like he hadn't had the best orgasm of his life a few hours ago. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Gaz eased them down, his chest landing on the odd, raw stumps. It was ... Well, damn it, it should have been gross. It wasn't. It just made him want to help the guy. Somebody'd done something wrong—and it looked to him like Gaz got the wrong fucking end of the deal. Collin tightened his arms around Gaz, listening to the man's breathing fall back into the deep rhythm of sleep. God help him, he was a sucker for a hard luck case. Hell, just look at him. He could relate. **** Collin was gone when he woke and Gaz spent the day sleeping, mostly—moving from bed to shower and back to the bed, the itching in his shoulder blades turning to burning, aching turning to pain as he tried to heal. It was enough to really piss him off. He stumbled back to the shower, cursing under his breath. He tried for all the best ones—old curses sure to burn the old man's ass, new curses with that certain flair that the modern 23

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age had. Even some of the interesting desert ones involving camels and locusts and boils. Boils. Who the fuck came up with boils? "You okay, man?" Collin's voice came from the kitchen, the door slamming shut about two seconds after. "Just hot." Itching. Aching. Hurting. "Oh. Well, you could open a window. I mean, I left the house closed up because you were all snuggly ... Er. Burger?" A huge bag of food landed on the table as he was walking into the room. "I was. Thank you. I. How was your day?" He wasn't the greatest at the whole small talk thing. However, starting a conversation with, 'can you cut off my stumps, they itch and you look like you need a blowjob' seemed vaguely crass. "Well, lemme see. I got up, I worked here, I worked at work, I rang a Goddamn fucking bell for two hours..." Still, Collin winked, obviously in a better mood than he'd been in the day before. Gaz chuckled, stepped closer. Perhaps the blowjob wouldn't be crass at all. "It seems you've been a very busy man." Gaz cupped Collin's cock, ignoring the burn in his shoulders. Nice. "Oh." Collin's eyes crossed, that prick pumping right up for him. How had he missed how fucking fine those old jeans were on a man? Honestly. He was becoming obsessed, and in such a short time, too. It was possibly shock. That was it. 24

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Shock. "Mmmhmm." He eased himself down, fingers searching for that cock. "Hey, you don't have to ... Oh. There." He'd hit just the spot behind those tight Wranglers. Just the spot to make Collin bump and grind. He kept working it, leaning harder, letting Collin's sounds ease his pains. "I need. Gaz, man, I need more." He could hear each breath, could feel Collin's belly quiver. "I can do more." He smiled, leaned to nuzzle Collin's belly. "I think blowjobs are an excellent starter." "Starter. Uh-huh." Collin was too manly to squeak, but that was a happy sound. "Mmmhmm." He found skin and pulled the top of Collin's cock into his mouth, tongue sliding over the tip, exploring every little bump and ridge, rolling the swollen head about a bit. "There. Just like that, Gaz." Someone liked the receiving as much as Gaz liked the giving. Collin sank all ten fingers into his hair, pulling him up on that long prick. Opening up, he let that cock in deep, let the tip slide into his throat. "Your mouth. I love your mouth." Wow, it was early to be talking love, wasn't it? Even if it was breaking him down into parts. He didn't spend too much time on that. There was a cock sliding on his tongue, salty drops on his lips, in his throat. Besides, love was a gift. Christmas was coming. He'd go with it. Collin was moaning, talking for him, filthy words that sounded like heaven. The man had a great voice, all rough 25

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and slow and good. His hands got to work on the man's heavy balls, rolling and rubbing and pushing them in their sacs, tugging the tiny dark hairs a little. Humping hard, up on tiptoes, Collin gave him sounds and a heavy, musky scent and the best show of heavy muscles at work. Beautiful. Gaz moaned, shoulders rolling, caught up in the whole need-fucking-desire-visceral thing. Caught up in the whole Collin thing. Collin's hands fell to his shoulders, rubbing them, comforting him without even knowing it. Every touch made him feel good, deep down. Oh. Oh, fuck yes. He pushed up, encouraging the massage even as he took Collin down to the root. "Oh..." The long moan was all the warning he got before Collin was shooting into his throat, hands clamping down on him. He swallowed hard, sucking and drinking Collin down. Fuck, yeah. "Babe. Lord. I. Come on, stop now. I want to do for you." Yeah, Collin was a stand up kind of guy. He rested his head against Collin's hip, panting. "So good, babe." Those fingers dug into his shoulders, sending relief from that itching all through him. "Yes. Yes, that's perfect. Don't stop." He leaned harder, rubbing like a cat in heat. Babe. How ... appropriate. "Just like that, huh?" Deeper, harder, Collin pushed into his muscles, fingers so rough against his skin. His mouth was open, traveling on Collin's skin, tasting, licking at the salt.

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"You're a sensual bastard, I'll give you that." Those hands tugged, pulling him up, getting him to his feet again. "Come on, man. Bedroom. I can really work on you there." "You do have the best ideas..." He leaned up, gave Collin a kiss that threatened to send him fluttering. "I try, honey." Collin laid him out on the bed, face down, and climbed up on top of him, rubbing at his back and shoulders. Carefully avoiding his wings. Or lack of wings. Whatever. "Oh." The fever started easing, the pain slipping away. He could feel it. What the hell? "Better? Yeah? What else can I do?" Working closer to the edges of his wounds, Collin really dug in, and he wanted to cry out with it. "That. That. You can do that." He was in heaven. Pun intended. "They hurting you? I can get something. Some cream..." But Collin didn't stop touching, just kept on rubbing, pushing. "Just don't stop. They're healing, or trying to." "Okay. I won't stop." Scooting up to sit closer to his ass, Collin leaned in, putting some weight behind the touches. He pushed back against each touch, ass rubbing back against the heavy half-hard cock. "Oh. Damn. I swear, you already done for me, honey. I don't want to be greedy." Collin sounded out of breath and needy and, yeah, greedy. "Only greedy if we both don't want it, Collin." Fuck knew they both wanted it. 27

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"I want. Want you to feel good." Kissing the back of his neck, Collin rocked against him, letting him feel. "I'm a fan. Honestly. Trust me." He stretched a little, thighs parting in a clear invitation. "Damn. Oh, damn. We really ought to get something to use." Poor Collin was obsessed with rubbers and lube. "Mmm. In me." Like he was going to get infected. "Are you sure?" The man was about to explode. He thought he might be able to hear Collin's skin creaking, trying to hold it all in. "In me. You need. I can tell." He groaned, rested his chin on his hands, making the offer clear. "So do you," Collin whispered, licking at his shoulder, cock pushing right between his ass cheeks. Hot as fire. Hard. So ready for him. "I do." He did and it felt amazing to admit it. "I got you. Give you what you want." That voice set little fires in him, burning in his belly and in his head, making him cry out when Collin settled deep inside him. His knees spread, hips canting back for more, deeper. Hands on his hips, pulling him up, Collin began to move, cock pushing inside over and over. The man was so desperate for him, so ready. He kept letting Collin in, kept moving so that cock speared him, filled him. Healed him. Warm, damp skin and hard muscles pressed against his back, Collin loving on him, kissing that spot just below his ear. That one. The one that drove him crazy. 28

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"Collin." He felt his body clench, felt the way Collin jerked inside him. "Babe..." Moaning, Collin thrust once, twice more, slapping against his ass. Then the man came for him. Again. Just like that. His own orgasm surprised him, pouring out of him, hot and fierce and wild. "Sweet, babe. That's it. Let it go." For someone who professed to be a sinner, going straight to hell, Collin cared for him so well. His orgasm kept on and on, vibrating through him, echoing in him over and over. He almost laughed. It was like ringing a bell. The boss did have a sense of humor. "You better, honey?" Collin asked, sliding out of him slowly and kissing the back of his neck. "I feel like a new man." A real man. "Good. We could have a nap and then some supper, huh?" Yawning hugely, Collin snuggled right up to his side. "Long day." "Mmmhmm. It was." His eyes closed, rest coming to him. "Sleep, honey. It'll be better when you wake up." Collin settled, soft snores starting up almost immediately. Too bad. He wanted to tell Collin it was better already. **** Collin woke up, stretching and yawning, feeling warm and damned good. Happy, even. Which after his day, was kind of amazing. Gaz was a hell of a distraction. He scratched his belly, listening to it rumble. 29

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Huh. Food would be good. He elbowed Gaz in his somehow elegant, pale ribs. "Uhn?" Those two-toned eyes flashed open, blinking at him for a minute before he got a lovely smile. "Hey." "Hey, you. Want some food?" There had to be something in there. "I do. I feel amazing." That strong body crawled right over the top of him, rubbing as he got a mind-blowing kiss. "Mph." Collin wrapped around Gaz, hands sliding on that amazing skin, letting it fill him with a different kind of hunger. That pale skin wasn't even a little feverish any more, the man's back feeling ... damn near normal. "Uh. I guess you don't need Bactine anymore, huh?" It felt odd, how smooth the once-jagged skin was. "I feel better. You're good medicine." Those lips were enough to make him nuts. "Am I?" No one had ever thought he was good for shit. Hoo boy. Look at him, all helpful. He rubbed, one leg curling up over Gaz's hip. "You are. Addictive." Gaz started licked, humming over his skin, teeth almost sharp on his nipple. His body went sproing, his hips pumping up as his cock went from interested to hot as hell. Aching. Collin could handle addictive. He knew the feeling. Gaz didn't seem to be in a bit of a hurry, either. The damned man spent a good, long time sucking and nibbling on one nipple, then the other. Not to mention the skin around them got attention. 30

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"I ... Gaz." Lord love a duck, he was gonna go up in smoke. His skin felt superheated, his cock hard as nails. "Mmmhmm." Gaz scooted down a little, started on his ribs. "You're just gonna make me crazy. I can tell." That hair just called his fingers, and he threaded them through the heavy mass, loving how it curled around them, how it clung to his calluses. "I promise to make it worth the trip." Gaz's pointed chin nudged his cock, rubbed the tip. "It is already." The strange guy had turned his life upside down, had made it impossible for him to maintain a bad mood. It was tough to be grumpy when he was getting regular blow jobs. Regular, enthusiastic blowjobs, complete with moaning and touching and that tongue, pushing into the tip of his cock. "Honey, I ... Please." Hadn't he just come a few hours ago? It didn't feel like it. His balls felt tight, full. "Mmmhmm." Gaz wasn't in a hurry, eyes closed, mouth around his cock pulling sweet and easy as all get out. Shifting, Collin grabbed Gaz's shoulders, knowing the guy liked it, knowing it somehow gave Gaz comfort. Whatever he could do, he would. Fair was fair. That earned him a hum, a deep vibrating growl around his cock that made his toes curl up. "Honey ... Babe. I just. God." That growl had him shaking like a leaf, wanting to come already. "What do you want?" "You." Gaz turned, letting him have that hard cock to touch and taste, even as Gaz took him down to the root. 31

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Oh, that worked. Grabbing those lean hips, Collin pulled, getting his mouth around the head of Gaz's prick, sucking gently. He got another growl, Gaz pulling harder, moaning for him. He sucked harder in return, his hands moving, squeezing, loving on that hot body. That skin was so fine, so smooth. Gaz spread him, fingers working his balls in their sacs, carefully rolling them. Quick as anything, he licked his fingers, getting them good and wet. Then he pushed them against Gaz's hole, wanting in again. Those lean thighs parted, Gaz eager, easy against him. Sometimes he had to wonder at his luck, finding this guy on the road. Then again, he had to push down the questions, like when Gaz would leave for California. For now, he focused on pushing inside that hot body, feeling Gaz still stretched from last time. His cock slipped into Gaz's throat, the tight muscles opening and closing around the tip, driving all those thoughts right away. Shouting, Collin drove up, pushing and pushing, his mouth working that cock like there was no tomorrow. They just got hotter and moved faster, rubbing furiously like a pair of ... Oh, fuck. Who could think like this? Grunting, Collin let his teeth just graze the shaft of Gaz's cock, hoping the man would take the hint and do the same for him. That tiny flash of pain always made him want to scream. Just like clockwork, Gaz gave it to him, the sting making his thigh muscles go sproing. 32

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Collin took a deep breath through his nose, rolling up to take Gaz all the way in. He was fucking inspired. Gaz's cock throbbed on his tongue, salt dripping faster and faster. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue all the way up and down, sucking hard at the base. Collin crooked his fingers inside Gaz, searching, needing to find just the right spot. That sound rang out—the one that fucking rang inside him—and he hit the spot again, and again, until that hot spunk poured into him. Collin whimpered, taking it all in before he finally let himself come, his cock throbbing, heat shooting out of him. Gaz's cheek rested on his thigh, soft chuckles tickling him. "Good appetizer." "Second appetizer, even. So what do we want to eat?" Slipping his fingers free, Collin patted Gaz's ass with his other hand, feeling loose and easy in his skin. "I like anything, really. What do we have?" "Uh. Pot pies. Hamburgers. I could order a pizza, but it takes them forever to get out here." "Hamburgers work for me." Gaz nuzzled his belly, hummed. "You should come to California with me. I can get my papers, access to my bank, my money." "I..." Damn, he didn't want to talk about Gaz leaving, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go to California either. "Oh. Right. I forget people aren't as footloose." Gaz chuckled, pulled away, pale hair wild all about him. "How should I help with the food?" "As footloose as what?" That made no sense. Collin touched that hair, unable to stop himself. 33

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"As we are." Gaz hummed, leaned into him, leaned into his touch. "You who?" Okay, that made him feel like an idiot. Yoo hoooooooo. "I told you. I'm a fucking angel. Was. I think. I mean, I assume I still am, in theory more than in practice. Although I'm not so sure. It doesn't matter. I don't want to go back to that fucking job. I want you." "Angel. Right." He'd think Gaz was completely crazy if it wasn't for the whole back thing. Gaz nodded. "Bizarre but true." "So, how do you like your hamburger. And really, where in California?" Taking a kiss, Collin crawled out of bed. "I like it cooked." Gaz grabbed his ass, squeezed. "Napa Valley. I like the weather." "Wine, huh?" Chuckling, he wiggled his ass, knowing it was a decent one. Or at least so he'd been told. "Wine. Grapes. Luscious food. Sun." "Huh. Well, I could use a vacation." After he finished his community service. "Vacations are healthy, you know." Those hands squeezed again. "They are." Pressing back was the only option, so Collin did, letting Gaz have his ass. "I would like for you to come. There are beautiful things to see. I have a bed." "Is it a big bed?" His was big enough, but he'd play along. Something told him that anyone as sensual as Gaz would have an amazing bed. 34

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"Of course. It's made out of an old grape vine. It was a gift." Those hands just kept moving. "A grape—do they get big enough?" He didn't know dick about grapes, but he knew how good Gaz's hands felt. "They do, if given enough time." Was that a tongue? Oh, God, please let it be tongue. He could wait for that hamburger. Really, he could. It was. Oh, fuck him raw. That hot, wet touch came again, sliding right there. Collin bucked, moaned, and had to catch himself with his hands so he didn't fall over. That was almost too much, but it wasn't near enough. The countertop was cold under his palms, but the rest of him was burning up. "Gaz. More." There had to be more, or he was going to die. Or something. How in hell was he even up again? "Mmm." Wait. Angel. That was like magic and shit. He could go there. That tongue pushed into him, starting to fuck him, slow and steady. Or maybe it was just really good sex, which he'd been missing some. Collin decided after the fifth or sixth push of that talented tongue that he didn't care. The moans vibrated all through him, Gaz sounding like this was just where they needed to be. His legs spread even more, his ass pushing up as his back arched. He could come from this. Just from this, with Gaz's tongue on him. Gaz moaned, lips soft on his ass. "Will you let me in?"

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Collin tightened right up for a moment, that question always making him damned uncomfortable. Somehow, though, he trusted Gaz enough to nod. "Yeah." "You sure?" He got another lick, then another, one long finger pressing inside him. "I'm sure." Fuck, yes, with that finger inside him, he was ready. He'd never been more ready to take it instead of give. That finger found his gland and started rubbing it, working it in a maddening tempo that threatened to make him scream. His cock jerked, his balls slammed up against his body, and Collin reached down to circle the base of his cock to keep from going off. "Soon, babe. Soon, if you want..." "I want." Gaz was hot—like a smooth-skinned fucking brand against his back—as that cock pressed in, spreading him slow and easy. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Gaz. More. More." Wanting all Gaz had to give, Collin pushed back, humping with his hips. "Everything." Lips were on his shoulder, those thin hips were against his ass, cock buried deep. Good. The stretch made him moan, made him go up on tiptoe. His muscles worked around Gaz's cock, his heart pounding in time with the steady thrusts. Jesus. That was ... Oh. Good. So damned right. "Collin." He'd never heard his name said like that. Ever. He could listen to it until he died. "Gaz. I'm burning up here. Now." "No burning. Loving. Fucking." Then Gaz started really, really moving, fucking him good and hard. 36

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"Loving..." Somehow that should have panicked him. It didn't. "Yes. Loving you." That cock slid over his gland, just like that. His head snapped up, everything in him going tight and hard. His belly clenched, his balls ready to burst. "Touch me?" "Yes." That hand wrapped around his cock and started moving, started jacking him off. His cock jerked, his ass clenched, and Collin went crazy, sawing back and forth, trying to get more. Trying to come. "I have you." That thumb worked the tip of his cock, rubbing the precome in, stinging a little. "I..." Collin tried to talk, but he just couldn't, so he let it come. Let himself shoot like there was no tomorrow. "Oh." Hands landed on his hips, Gaz moving faster, harder, slamming into him, fucking him good and hard. All Collin could do was hang on and let Gaz have him, let Gaz take what he needed. There it was again—his name, called out like it was something huge, something special. "Gaz. Babe. Oh, babe." Somehow, Gaz had become very important to him in a very short amount of time. Heat flooded him, Gaz jerking, gasping against his shoulder. "That's it." Panting, head hanging between his braced arms, Collin let Gaz lean on him, let those arms fold around him. "Yes. Yes, Collin." Gaz's hair fell all around him, soft and warm and smelling like them. 37

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"Gonna be the death of me, Gaz. I haven't come three times in one day in..." Ever? Collin thought maybe ever. "Inspiration. It's a talent." He felt Gaz's grin against his shoulder. "I can tell." Yeah. Inspired. That was a fantastic word for it. His cock was tugged, Gaz laughing with him. "Feed me." He went up on tiptoe, his spent prick giving one last twitch, and Collin chuckled. "You got it, babe. Mustard or mayonnaise?" "Both." Yeah. Yeah, he should have known. "Let me up, man. I'll cook us up some supper." He grinned. "Then we'll talk about California." Somehow, it felt like it was going to be the start of something good. **** Sunshine. Gaz stretched out on the chaise, blanket on his legs, glass of white in his hand as he soaked up the sunshine. Collin was still sleeping. He thought the man was surprised that he really had a condo, that he really had clothes, money. The phone sex business really needed constant attention, though, and he was more involved in a certain boots-andjeans wearing man with an amazing dick. They'd gotten to California on Christmas Eve, parking Collin's truck in the private garage, and both of them had sort of fallen into bed. He couldn't wait to see what Collin thought when he was awake to see the place. 38

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It wasn't Texas, but it wasn't bad. He leaned against the chaise, his back healed, whole. Human. Human. Weird. He heard the scratching of nails on skin before a naked Collin appeared, wandering into his line of sight. "Hey, babe. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas." He opened his arms, holding the blanket open. "You smell so good." "Do I?" Look who was all tanned skin and no selfconsciousness. Collin slid down on the chaise with him, curling up. "Like heaven." No pun intended. He wrapped his arms around the warm skin, humming as they slid together. "Sleep well?" "I did. You sleep at all, angel?" The man had taken the whole angel thing in stride. Maybe he even believed it. "No. Not yet. I watched you for a while, and then I came out to soak in the sun." To rejoice, sort of. "Oh. You're not too tired? I don't want to bother you." So polite, his Texan. So amazingly caring. "You don't bother me. You make me happy." He got the blanket settled over them, humming softly. "Yeah. It's weird, huh?" Collin seemed pretty damned content, and Gaz knew it was more than just being released from community service and having the rest of the charges waived. 39

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"Not at all. My former employer had this hard-on about things happening for a reason." Him? He was all about the fresh starts. "You keep saying that." Nuzzling into his neck, Collin licked at his skin. "I never believed in fate. Or angels." "Does that matter?" It hadn't ever mattered to him whether anyone believed. The truth was the truth, and most of the time, it was utterly overrated. Sex and laughter, steak and beer? Much more fun. "Not so much, now, no." Laughter he got, soft and damp against his throat. "Hell, you're better than any anger management class." "You just needed regular blowjobs and someone who liked the way you told stories." He'd learned so much, on the drive. He learned about country music and twin fiddles, about cattle and highways and having siblings. Hell, he'd even learned about things like layer salad and cornbread dressing, and how important they were at the holidays. He'd eaten more strange food in two days than he had his entire existence. It was the most glorious fucking thing on earth. He tilted Collin's face down, took a kiss that he felt down to his toes. "Mmm. Oh, do that again." Sweet. So sweet. He loved the taste of that man. He really did. Gaz spent a good, long time kissing and tasting, licking and just reveling in that flavors of Collin. Collin kissed him back like the man had nothing else to do. Maybe he didn't, for the first time in a long time. An 40

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enthusiastic cousin was watching Collin's little piece of land, critters included. They had all the time in the world. Or rather, all the time they needed. A few weeks of sun and wine was enough to fucking bore anyone. That had been what had led him to Collin in the first place, in a manner of speaking. "You're thinking too much. Didn't you say this was a vacation?" Those pretty eyes sparkled for him, that rough voice teasing him. "I did. How should we start? Everything is closed today." Thank goodness they'd stopped for groceries yesterday. Groceries, shampoo, lube, and a tiny, three-foot Christmas tree. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something. Scrabble. Singing Christmas carols." God no. He'd heard Collin sing. "There's good, hard fucking. Bubbles in the whirlpool." "Wait. Does the fucking make the bubbles?" Oh, asshole. Laughing at him. "We'll have to experiment. I bet the fucking makes the bubbles bigger." That almost rhymed. He goosed Collin good and hard, both of them laughing. "Maybe we should start here. It's comfy." The chaise was big enough, and it wasn't one of those flimsy things. "It is." He let his hand slide, fingertips just barely tracing the shaft of Collin's cock. "Yeah. Just like that. We could start with this, too." Those hot lips crashed down on his, Collin kissing him like nothing going. 41

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Not bad. Not bad at all. He leaned up, pushing up toward Collin's kiss, their teeth clicking together. Collin bit into his lower lip, giving him that sting, that little jolt of need that went straight to his prick. It still eased something deep inside him, some itch that had yet to heal, but was almost gone. Almost flown away. He spread his legs, feet landing on the ground so he could push up against Collin, rub harder. Straddling his hips, Collin rubbed against him, cock sliding alongside his. "Collin." The tip slid against his shaft, leaving wet, hot kisses all along. "Yes. Need this. Need you." Collin was hot as the proverbial two-dollar pistol, rubbing madly, needing in that hot, sudden way they had. "Need." He was beginning to learn all the fine points of need. He grabbed hold of Collin's ass, tugging good and hard, moving them faster. They rocked, that silly chaise squeaking, the blanket falling off. They might just give the neighbors a show. Not that he cared. They'd be heading home soon enough. He caught Collin's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging good and hard. "Uhn!" That hard body pushed down, the cock against him swelling, the heat incredible. "After this, you'll take me inside to that tub and fuck me." It wasn't a request, more a wish and a demand, wrapped together.

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"You know it. I'll do whatever you want, babe. It's Christmas, after all." That smile was hot as fire and all for him, just something else. "Mmmhmm. Wishes and presents and good tidings and shit. Oh. Right there." "Peace on earth, good will toward angels. All that shit." That cock was so hot he thought it might burn him, and Collin was panting, body moving faster and faster. "Yeah. Angels. Cowboys. All of us. Collin." He bit down on Collin's shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to sting. Collin hollered, wet heat spreading over his prick and belly when Collin came for him. It went on and on, Collin rocking and moaning, finally slumping against him. "Mmm." He held on, breathing hard, fascinated by the smooth lines of Collin's shoulder blades. He'd seen his own his morning, looking exactly the same. Then he forgot about his shoulders, because Collin knelt up and grabbed his cock, pulling him off, hard and fast. His eyes rolled, breath caught in his chest as pleasure rushed through him, his mind on nothing but his cock and how good it felt. Thumb rubbing the underside of his cock, fingers wrapped tight around the shaft, Collin gave him what he needed. What he craved. That contact. The friction. The love. He shot so hard his legs drew up, throat working as his eyes rolled. "That's it, babe. That's it." Smiling down into his eyes, Collin rubbed their come into his skin, hand working on his belly. 43

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"Mmm. We should have something sweet." "We should. Maybe some of that fancy-assed wine." Levering up, Collin reached down to help him off the chaise, pulling him inside. "Then the bubbles." "Mmmhmm. I'll even sing Christmas carols with you." "As long as you don't ring any fucking bells, I'll be fine," Collin said, slapping his butt before rubbing the sting out of his skin. Gaz grinned, shook his head. "No. No bells." He rolled his shoulders. Pickup trucks were a fine, fine mode of transportation, thanks.

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