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  He watched the whole thing, every second of pleasure. Then he touched JW’s chin. Damn. JW grinned a little, stubble rubbing Rory’s hand. The man looked stupid happy.

  “You want to go out to the lake, man? Take some beers and a pole?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  It seemed so weird to be so casual with JW’s weight heavy on him and some kind of utensil digging into his back. Still, this was his best friend. They’d handled weirder shit together.

  Hell, there wasn’t a snake involved in this, at least not yet.

  You never knew what would happen if they went fishing.

  ***

  JW let himself into Rory’s place, dropping his duffel bag on the living room floor and bracing himself for the assault of the dogs. He knew Rory was out on a job, but he’d just finished up a seven day run, and he didn’t want to go to his own lonely little place.

  Hell, maybe he ought to talk to Ro about moving in. Rory and him had been pretty intimate lately.

  Shit, he’d done things to that fine little ass that would frighten fish. Made his mouth dry just thinking about the way Ro’s skin bruised, how those lips got swollen around his cock.

  He’d even tied Rory up once, just to get past the mental scars the damned handcuffs had left. They were still working on that, but it had been damned fine, had made them both scream. He could still remember how Rory had looked, all red skin and bright green eyes, struggling against the chains to take his cock deep in that body.

  After he let the dogs out into their run, he leaned into Rory’s couch, settling into the soft leather. Damn, he did like this sofa. He had to admit that the man had a feel for the sensual. In fact, the thought of that gave JW a happy. A big one.

  His hand slipped into his pants, down his belly, heading for his balls.

  He was caught up in a hot little fantasy about Rory’s ass and his hand, one that was progressing from tanning said ass to something way more porn movie when the door between the garage and the house opened, footsteps coming in toward him.

  “You finish that tile job early, babe?”

  The footsteps stuttered, then stopped.

  “Ro?” JW was glad his hands were in his pants, really. He’d been too lazy to unzip. He had a feeling maybe Rory’s brother had stopped by or something, and this was way easier to fix than full-on naked.

  “Who the fuck’s in here?” Now that voice he recognized. He’d heard it once at a bar, when Rory had pointed the man out, but he would always remember it. That was that smarmy fuck, Jerrod. There was no reason for Jerrod to be anywhere around here. Not unless the bastard was up to something illegal. Robbing his Rory again. Fucker.

  JW pulled his hands free and climbed slowly to his feet, moving out of the way of the furniture, so he wouldn’t get fouled up in it. “Well, well, Jerrod. Just like a fucking coward like you to come sneaking in and try to rob a man blind.”

  One eyebrow raised, head tilting, the big old boy looking about as mean as a snake. “Hey, I got a key. Me and Rory, we got an agreement.”

  “Yeah? When did you make that agreement, man? When you stole all his shit last time?” He knew better. Rory was his, sure as the day was long. There weren’t gonna be any more agreements with anyone else.

  Asshole got himself all puffy, teeth baring and all. “Don’t know what the little fucker told you, but he was asking for it.”

  His hands clenched into fists, and JW took a step forward. “How? By wanting to play a little? That’s bullshit, you motherfucker.”

  “He’s a filthy little perv, you know that, right? Nasty fucker.” Those eyes narrowed. “Then again, you were smart enough to turn him down ages ago. He told me all about you, his long lost love.”

  That was it. JW didn’t need to hear one more word. So he went up on the balls of his feet and put all his weight behind his arm, punching the foul-mouthed bastard right in the kisser. Jerrod rocked back on his heels, the sound of crunching teeth damn satisfying.

  Damn, that was so good he went again.

  Jerrod didn’t get but one or two decent blows in, so JW could see why the bastard would have to tie Rory up to rob him. Bastard was bleeding from half-dozen cuts, and was backing toward the garage, when the front door opened.

  “What the fuck?” Rory stopped, stared, snarled. “Oh, you motherfucker...”

  “Fuck.” Jerrod turned tail and ran, heading back out through the garage, which was the key Rory obviously hadn’t missed from the ring.

  Rory took off like a fuck-starved jackrabbit. “You slimy bastard! I’ll tear your fucking cock off and shove it down your throat.”

  That might be worth watching.

  JW followed more slowly, though, knowing Rory wasn’t gonna catch the man. Well, not unless Rory threw that old, broken chair at the guy, hitting him right between the shoulder blades.

  Ouch.

  Okay, that was going to leave a bruise -- not quite as big of one as when Rory picked up said chair and started beating the pulp out of the man.

  Wow.

  “Come on, baby.” The endearment popped right out, making him chuckle. “Ro! Come on, man. He’s down.”

  Rory kicked Jerrod. Twice,

  “Give me my fucking keys.”

  “I only took one.” Jerrod spat out a tooth. “Here. Take the fucking thing.”

  “I ever see you again, asshole, I’ll beat you down.”

  JW thought Rory had already basically done that. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. JW wanted to press charges, but then he’d have to wait to have Rory to himself.

  And puffed up, pissed off Rory was the hottest fucking thing he’d seen in days. Besides, no one wanted to have to explain what all was going on.

  Jarrod ran off, Rory watching every second of it, before closing and locking the garage door. JW waited until Rory turned to face him, grinning a little at how beat up their knuckles were.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Rory stared at him. “You cool?”

  “Me? I’m good.” He was a little hard, actually. Better than good.

  “Good.” Rory turned to head into the house, spine like a stiff rod.

  Shit. Someone was thinking too much. JW followed. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, you want a beer?”

  No, that wasn’t what he wanted. Not one bit. He moved right up behind Rory, hands on the narrow hips. “No. No, baby. I want you.”

  He drew Rory into the basket of his hips, let the man feel just how much he wanted. He could feel how damned stiff the man was, and he could feel it start to melt away.

  “Glad you were here.”

  The bite mark he’d left on Rory’s shoulder the night before he left was gone now, the tan skin all even and waiting on him again. JW murmured something affirmative, licking that little spot. He was glad, too.

  “Was thinking I ought to move in.”

  “Yeah?” Rory didn’t sound worried, didn’t tense up. “My place is bigger. You’d fit nice.”

  Not to mention that Rory had a mortgage instead of a lease. And that meant there would be less of a smell when JW got home from a long run...

  “Yeah. That way you’d have someone else to keep an eye out.”

  “Need to bring your bed, though.” Rory’s tight little ass pressed against his prick, making threats and promises.

  He was gonna start drooling. “Mmm. Bigger. Has the big posts too.”

  “Yeah. Like my kitchen table, though. Good height.”

  Oh, God yes. It was the perfect height. They’d started this whole thing in the kitchen, after all. JW pushed up and forward, letting Rory feel him again. Rory groaned and stepped forward just enough that he could lean that fine son of a bitch over, admire the line of near-naked back in the old wifebeater, that ass in the jeans.

  Sweet. He pushed the tank top up. baring the le
ngth of Rory’s spine. JW ran his fingers up and down, testing the smooth skin.

  Ro grunted for him, muscles rippling, hips rolling enough that the sweet bubble butt curled under a little bit, teasing him. Humming, he pulled a little with the hand still on Rory’s hip, rubbing nice and hard. Then he bent over Rory’s rounded back and bit that spot, his spot, on Rory’s shoulder.

  That earned him the sweetest fucking sound, one that he knew meant he had all of Rory’s attention, that there wasn’t a damn thing worrying Rory’s brain but what he was fixin’ to do next and how much it was gonna ache.

  He grinned a little more, reaching down to undo Rory’s belt and jeans. pushing them down.

  “You sure I’m in the mood, man?” Rory sounded like he’d been gargling sand.

  “Oh, baby. When have I not been able to get you in the mood?” He pinched the little indentation above Rory’s hip.

  He did love to watch that ass tighten, to see the muscles bunch and roll. Hungry little fucker.

  Licking his lips, JW scraped his fingers down over Rory’s hip, digging into the skin a little. Then he slapped one hard, round cheek.

  “Fuck!” Oh, hell yeah. Rory’s chest lifted and he planted one hand right between the man’s shoulder blades and shoved. He wanted that bent over look, wanted access to that amazing ass.

  Wanted to see the skin turn red from his hand.

  Fuck, he’d never thought it would become a goddamn addiction. He’d thought it was about giving Rory what he needed. Turned out it was what JW craved, too.

  He let his hand fly again, connecting with that smooth, hot little ass, fingers curling around Rory’s hip this time. Rory barked out a couple of curse words, and JW punished him and rewarded him with two more hard spanks.

  “Fucker!” Rory bucked as he swung again, and fuck, it was blistering between them.

  “Soon, baby.” He would fuck that ass ten ways from Sunday, but he wanted it glowing first.

  “Dub.” Rory rocked back into the next blow, moaning. “More.”

  “Mine. He tried to lie, tried to tell me he had an arrangement with you. I knew he was lying.” That was important for Rory to know.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Dub. Yours. Swear to God. Every fucking inch. I need you, man.”

  “Good.” He bit again, his lips sealing over the bite after. He peppered Rory’s ass, sucking at Rory’s skin, leaving his marks. There was just no way he could stop. He had to have more.

  He had to have everything.

  He pushed against Rory’s hot ass, the skin on fire against his. Which damned drawer had they put the lube in?

  “Dub. Dub, please. Please. Hard and deep, man. Need your cock.”

  He groaned, popping that ass one more time. “Lube, man.”

  “Uh. Uh... Junk drawer. Next to the sink. Hurry up.” Pushy little bastard.

  JW laughed for sheer joy, though, and moved few feet away to grab the slick and the rubbers. Took him like twenty seconds to get the condom on and get wet stuff sliding in and out of that tight hole.

  Fuck. Fuck, look at that. He rested one hand in the small of Rory’s back, watched his fingers appear and disappear over and over. It was crazy erotic, just to know his cock would be right there soon.

  “Sweet fuck.” He moaned the words, licking his lips. “So hot, baby.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, for you. Nobody else.”

  That was fucking right. Nobody else. Ever.

  JW gritted his teeth against the need to come. He had to hold on long enough to give Rory a good ride. He got himself lined up, pressed the tip of his cock against that tight, sweet hole and gave the littlest push, letting the wrinkled hole spread slowly for him.

  “Tight.” So tight. Such a perfect fit for him.

  “Uh-huh.” Rory’s deep moan filled the air, Rory’s head down, leaning on the table.

  It was the perfect position for JW to see that amazing ass, to watch his cock slide in, then out. Fucking A.

  He got himself a nice, slow rhythm, burying himself in inch by slow inch. He rubbed Rory’s back, getting those tight muscles to relax. When he was sunk in to the root, he stopped, took a long, shaky breath.

  Damn.

  “You good, baby?” He wouldn’t actually hurt Rory. They weren’t into that.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” Rory wiggled a bit and that made his fucking mouth dry. “Full of you.”

  “Uh-huh. Want you to feel me for days. Got three days off, Ro.”

  “Hell, yes. Days to play. You and me.”

  He pulled out slowly, then shoved back in, nodding like crazy. “Hell, yes.”

  “Again. Oh, God. Again.”

  He did it again, then again, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

  Rory went up on his hands, driving back against every thrust. It made them slap together, made their skin slip and slide as they perspired. Rory’s ass was a fist around him, body squeezing hard enough that he wanted to scream.

  JW grabbed Rory’s hips in an unshakable grip, slamming into that amazing little hole, every muscle in his body shaking.

  “Yes! There! Dub, there!”

  His. That ass was his. That sound. That need.

  All his.

  He hit that sweet spot as many times as he could, his vision going cloudy, sweat pouring off him.

  Rory started shaking, started making those noises and the final inning was fixin’ to end. That was okay; JW knew how to swing for the fences. He thrust hard, his hips hitting Rory’s ass hard enough that it stung.

  His name rang right out like the best sort of prayer and he could smell Rory, rich and male and musky.

  JW lost it, coming hard, filling the damned condom. He bit down on Rory’s upper arm, which was all he could reach.

  “T...toothy son of a bitch”

  He could feel Rory’s heart racing.

  “Mmm. I could eat you up. We ought to go get tested.”

  “Did. Last week. Figured it was time.”

  He wasn’t sure if it was cool or maddening that Rory’d outthought him. He knew for sure that he had to go get tested, too. He’d made some choices that might just make Rory blush.

  “Not sharing you, you get that, yeah?”

  “I get it.” That was pretty clear. He thought it was pretty damned clear that he wasn’t letting anyone else have an arrangement with Rory.

  It was a little weird, having a talk with his cock in Rory’s ass.

  “Good.” Rory’s ass squeezed his cock.

  JW grunted, his body shivering a little. “Stop that, you tease.”

  “Make me, you pushy ass.” That hole gripped his prick again, the pressure maddening.

  His eyes rolled back a little, but he had to pull out and get rid of the used condom. Damn it.

  He thought, maybe, he heard Rory’s soft laughter teasing him. He popped Rory’s hip, leaving a handprint, making Rory loosen up. He pulled free and got rid if the condom before starting to show Rory how bitey he could be.

  Rory was standing, trying to pull up his jeans. Like JW was going to let him get away.

  “Oh, now. Hold up, baby.” He held that belt from the back. “Where you going?”

  “Just putting my shit back together.”

  “Well, you’d be better off taking it off. I ain’t done yet.”

  Mmm. Look at that pretty little shiver. Nobody on Earth wanted like his baby. Maybe they just needed to move this to the bedroom. That way the whole thing with Jerrod could get washed away in the shower.

  He got them moving, nice and easy, his hands hard enough on Rory’s hips that the man couldn’t forget they were there for even a second. He took them right into Rory’s bedroom, then in to the attached bath. They needed to wash away the day.

  Rory got the shower going while he stripped down to nothing. He made sure the baby oil was sitting on the edge of the tub
-- proof that Rory was using one of those plugs or dildos on that sweet little ass while he was gone. Hungry fucker.

  Who had an agreement now? He shook off the rage at that fuckhead Jerrod and grabbed the baby oil, getting a good bit on his palms so he could rub it into Rory’s skin. That ass was all but blistered.

  “Mmm. Dub.” Rory pushed right into his hands, skin hot as fire where it slid against his palms. “Glad you’re home.”

  “Me, too.” He’d thought about seeing if he could get shorter hauls, maybe do some local driving, just so he could be home more.

  Just so he could touch like he wanted to. He’d had to wait fucking long enough, after all, had to watch other men take what was his. Now Rory was all his, except he wasn’t home enough to fucking enjoy...

  “Huh?”

  “I said pay attention, redneck. You’re woolgathering.”

  “I was thinking I ought to be home more.” He grinned, though, rubbing his hands over Rory’s ass, easing the red skin so he could have at it again later.

  “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

  He let his slick fingers tease Rory’s swollen hole, too. “No? Even if I was around here all the time?”

  “Been your friend for a long time, man.”

  He stopped, his hands right there, squeezing down on Rory’s ass. “A lot more than that now, baby.”

  “Yeah. Looks like we got our shit figured.” Rory spread for him, leaned forward, easy as pie.

  Just like that. Just that damned good. JW nodded, thumb pushing at Rory’s entrance. “Guess we do.”

  ***

  Rory nodded at Mel, grinned, held up two fingers. Lord, the place was buzzing tonight. Wouldn’t be a decent table for love or money. Must be a band in from Dallas or some such shit.

  Whatever. JW was coming in from a short-run, was supposed to have Walt drop him off. They could have their one beer and then head for the hills. He had t-bones up at the house and everything.

  Mel handed two Buds over; he passed her a ten and blew her a kiss. Such a good girl.

  “Rory? You out and about? Haven’t seen you in a dog’s age!” Keller Walker slapped him on the shoulder, one beer splashing on his fingers. “Last I heard, the rumor was you’d taken up AA or some such.”