Eye of the Dragon Page 4

  "Woo hoo. Ride 'em, cowboy. Sounds better than ride 'em, Professor, huh?" Lord, that man could joke at the most inappropriate times.

  "Bastard." He couldn't help the grin, and he squeezed Poe's cock, good and hard in retaliation.

  "Uhn." That was a satisfying noise. So was the way Poe's eyes rolled. Yeah. Take that, you rotten bastard... He focused, squeezing again and again, working away, trying to get back some of his own.

  "Jesus Christ." It kinda worked, and kinda backfired. Poe grabbed his hips again in both hands and started fucking him like a jackhammer.

  "Oh. Oh, shit. Yeah." His head slammed back, fighting to hold on, to catch his breath.

  "Want. Need... Goddamn, Cam. You're so fucking tight." Poe slammed him again and again, giving him everything.

  "Uh. Uh-huh. Come on. Fuck." He was right there. Right. There.

  Eyes going wide, Poe shot right into him, cock throbbing inside him. That whole body shuddered, muscles tight as frozen rope.

  "Jesus." His eyes rolled back in his head, coming so hard his bones melted.

  "Woo." Poe bounced, making Cam's last spurt a really good one, his cock flopping. Damn. "That was hot, man."

  "Uh. Uh-huh." Hot enough to leave him come-stupid and baby-headed.

  "We should sit down, though." They waltzed clumsily over to the sofa and plopped down, Poe starting to look red faced and shaky.

  He didn't ask if Poe was okay, because that seemed sort of weird and rude. He went for the petting and stroking thing. Along with the catching-his-breath thing.

  The man recovered nicely, so he was glad he hadn't fretted. Poe kissed his throat, murmuring slow, sleepy sounds.

  "You really wanting to come along?" Part of him said this would be the most fun he'd ever had working. Part of him said that if he found the Dragon's Eye, he'd not want anyone there that would know what it was.

  "I am. I think we'd work well together, and imagine what we can get up to in the great outdoors." The last came with a suggestive roll of Poe's hips.

  "Mmm. We'll frighten the wildlife." Man, he wondered what sort of wildlife there was.

  "We will." Sounding pretty cheerful about it, Poe patted his back. "And we'll tromp around and play digger.”

  "We'll be very academic about it. This is important."

  Damn, he could so nap.

  "Of course. I can do academic. Promise." Voice muffled against his neck, Poe kinda went lax under him, melting into the couch.

  "Uh-huh." Of course. Academic. Later. After he. Right.

  Napping.

  ***

  Ah, fresh air. The great outdoors. A new fuck buddy.

  Poe was a fan.

  They'd gone back to Cam's home base and gotten permission to hire Poe on. They had maps. They had charts. They had tools. Cam had a secret.

  Oh, Cam didn't know Poe knew, and Poe didn't know exactly what it was that Cam was keeping from him, but he knew the man was all quiet on the western front about something. Still, it was fun to watch Cam dither, and even more fun to watch sweat bead up on the man's skin while he put up a tent.

  Cam was fairly good at the whole not-bitching thing and God knew the kid was in good shape. All Cam needed was real-world experience. In a whole lot of areas. Poe was the man with the plan where that was concerned. Hell, he wasn't getting any younger, but he could still keep up. He'd proven that with the standing sex. And if his old buddy Max hadn't broken him all those years ago, he could handle this kid.

  "So what's next, honey?" he asked, sipping his cold beer. He had priorities. His cooler had gone inside the truck.

  "I'm going to have to look through some of these sources, figure out where this was two hundred years ago..." Cam put little wire-framed glasses on before dragging out a case filled with papers.

  "Cool. You want me to finish setting up camp, then?" The land would be deceptive, he knew. Some places you could read from looking at the rings of stone, of the layers of sediment, but this place... well, it could fool you. So he'd let Cam have at the maps.

  "Sure, that'd be cool." Cam was already lost in the rustle and all of those papers. Lord, the boy was focused.

  Sometimes that focus was a good thing. Other times, not so much. Whistling, Poe shrugged and went to work, figuring out where the drainage went and moving the tent. This was flash flood country.

  Lord, they had some goddamn equipment for a grad student hunting a hundred and fifty year old trail in the dirt. A lot of equipment and a shit load of papers. Poe stacked shit where it would withstand the weather best, then went to see about setting up a kitchen station. A man had to eat. "What the hell is this thing for?" he hollered when he stubbed his toe for the eighth time on some weird metal box.

  "It's a polariscope. I'll move it in a second." Cam never looked up. Jackass.

  "A whosiscope?" Poe considered tossing it over a cliff. 'Course, it was heavy. It was probably expensive.

  "Polariscope. For tracking reflected light through... stuff."

  "Oh." Well, now. "Stuff" didn't reflect or refract. Interesting stuff did. Poe held back his little quiver of hoo yeah. No sense getting the kid riled up thinking he was out for whatever he could get. Even if he was. "How do you feel about stew?"

  "I'm a fan, so long as it's warm enough not to have that gooey soup skin."

  "I will have no goo in my stew, buddy. I promise." Singing O Sole Mio at the top of his lungs, Poe started hauling boxes and setting up the Coleman stove. God, he loved opera.

  Cam looked over at him, one corner of the kid's mouth twitching. Then, God help him, the little fucker started singing along. Oh, Lord love a duck. Cam even had a decent voice. They went through the Toreador song from Carmen and some of the Barber of Seville before he got everything going in pots. Then Poe went over to get him a bit of a reward, grabbing Cam and swinging him into a kiss.

  Cam laughed, eyes trailing back to all those papers for a second before those pretty lips opened right up for him. Yeah. It was nice to be the target of that focus. It was indeed. Poe rubbed happily, grabbing that sweet ass and squeezing. He could fucking feel it when Cam gave up the working altogether, hands framing his face, that kiss hot enough to set the forest on fire.

  Woo hoo. Poe kissed right back, tongue rubbing Cam's, tasting the man deep. Goddamn, that was addictive.

  "You’ll burn your stew." Right, like Cam gave a shit about that.

  "Stew is designed to cook a long time. I put it on low." Yeah, he'd been prepared. Who wouldn't be with a guy like Cam parading about?

  "Fucking A." Cam slid down his body, fingers working his fly open, just like that. Hello.

  His fingers brushed through Cam's hair, knocking off the hat the kid wore against the sun. Goddamn. "That's it. Wanting you."

  "Wanting." Cam got his cock free, tongue sliding over the tip of his prick, teasing the slit.

  Going up on tiptoe, his head falling back, Poe urged Cam on. "Yeah. Oh, hell, right there."

  Cam was damn near fucking his cock with that hot tongue, fingers wrapping around his balls, rolling them nice and easy. That made him crazy, made him rock back and forth, his hips punching the air. Sensual little fuck. Beautiful, sensual little fuck.

  That hot little mouth went to town, head bobbing up and down, fingers tugging just enough to make him ache. He let it rock him, let his body go with it. Poe was a big fan of pleasure. And he loved to receive as much as give. Cam didn't seem to have a problem with it either, making his head spin, making his heart pound in his chest. His lungs worked and his eyes rolled, and Cam tried to make it last, worked to keep from coming. How long had it been since someone liked sucking him off?

  Cam's lips slip-slid all the way down, nose buried in his curls as that throat clenched around him. That did it. Poe popped like a balloon at a children's birthday party. Boom. He came so hard he bit the inside of his lip, right down until it bled. His own personal Hoover sucked him right down, pulling at him and cleaning him off.

  Poe blinked down, dazzled by the dying sunlight and the amazing blow job. "You're good at that, honey."

  The tip of his cock got a soft kiss. "My pleasure."

  "What is your pleasure, babe?" he asked, pulling Cam to his feet. Poe let go and spread his arms. "What do you want to do me for?"

  "A long, long time." Cam grabbed one of his hands, dragged it to that hard bulge in Cam's jeans.

  "Yeah?" He kinda tilted his head, thinking about that a minute. His hand automatically worked, squeezing and pushing. That might be... kinda fun.

  "Yeah. I mean. I. Oh..." Cam went up on tiptoe, bumping against him.

  "Uh-huh. You mean more like this?" He worked that cock, his fingers tracing, palm pushing. Yeah, he could see doing this for a good bit.

  "Yeah. Yeah, fuck. Like that." Cam's fingers grabbed hold of his shoulders, squeezing tight, matching his rhythm.

  His fingers fumbled on the button and zipper on Cam's jeans, but he got them open, skinning them down Cam's legs so he could have skin. All that hot skin. Cam was hard, pre-come dripping over his fingers and making the way slick.

  "Damn, babe. You're so ready for me." Grinning, he jacked harder, watching the way Cam's cock flushed a deeper red with every pull.

  "Uh-huh. Damn near shot, sucking you."

  He loved how his wannabe-professor got all rough when they fucked.

  "Well, you can shoot for me now, anytime. I still got some in me. We can go another round." Grinning, he rubbed his thumb over the head of Cam's cock before dragging all that wet down the shaft to cup Cam's balls.

  "Any -- anytime." Cam's sac drew up tight, hips rolling hard enough that he tugged those sensitive nuts and got Cam up on tiptoe again.

  "Well, come on, then. Wanna feel it in my palm when you blow." God, yes, he wanted to feel that.

  "Jesus." Cam grunted and groaned, going stiff a second before he shot, heat spraying all over Poe’s hand.

  That was like Christmas. Poe hummed, kissing Can's throat, licking the sweat beaded there. "Beautiful man."

  "Mmm. Make me all distracted and melted." Cam groaned, let him have more.

  "Well, who's here to see? I thought you academic types traveled in packs."

  "Nope. We're solitary types. Books, dusty tomes, blah-blah-blah."

  "Well, good thing you got me to liven things up." He squeezed again, just to give Cam more sensation.

  "You know it." Cam shivered visibly and damn, didn't that make him feel ten feet tall.

  "Mmm. So, stew or tent?" They could let the stew go long. It wouldn't matter a bit.

  "Tent. I just ate." Cam winked, blushing pink, grinning wide.

  "So you did." He could return the favor. Or maybe something else. The possibilities were endless.

  Chapter Four

  Goddamn, it got dark out here.

  Cam scooted closer to the lantern, four different books open to six different maps. They'd been coming from California, Chinese immigrants following the railway and the work. They'd been desperately poor, most of them, but like any group, there'd been the wealthy men.

  The power men.

  The men with something worth coveting.

  It still fucking blew his mind, really, that a half-assed grad student could be getting his jollies researching homosexuality, prostitution and the gold rush, and find something... fucking amazing.

  Cam compared the hand-drawn map in his travel journal to the ones in the books. Each map showed a different wagon trail, a different set up, a different path. He just had to find the common thread and then make that work in the landscape that they were in now.

  He could do this.

  He was a smart boy.

  The fucking mosquitoes were eating him alive; he swiped and swatted at them, trying to get some work done before going in and bunking down with Poe.

  "You should eat more citrus," Poe said, like thinking had summoned him.

  "Huh?" He blinked up, Poe looking tall as hell with the shadows cast the way they were.

  "The mosquitoes don't like it." Strong hands dug into his shoulders, rubbing the tension away. Damn, that was good. Made everything else blur.

  "Uhn." His eyes crossed and his head fell forward. Oh, shit, yes.

  "You work too hard, man." Yeah, like Poe hadn't been out there in the blazing sun all day, digging him all sorts of test holes and collecting soil samples and shit.

  Of course, now those fingers were put to better use, working his knots out, one by one so that he lost all track of work.

  "There. You're better now. That was some serious tension." Poe bent down and kissed the side of his neck, humming.

  "Uh-huh. That was fine." He tilted his head, giving Poe more skin.

  Rough and wet, Poe's tongue felt like a cat's or something, rubbing along his throat, around to his nape. Had him shivering.

  "You're enough to distract a guy from his work."

  "That's the idea. The day is for work, the night is for play." He could feel that smile against his skin, hear it in Poe's voice.

  "Mmm. You think so? I'll have to remember that..."

  "I do. I know from hard work. You have to set boundaries." Poe turned him, tilting his face up to take a kiss.

  Boundaries. Right. He remembered those.

  Cam opened up, balls drawing up tight. That kiss took him away from everything, all of the maps and the histories and all of that... and left him just Poe. One of Poe's slid down his belly, fingers curling around his prick, almost hugging it. The touch was sure, warm.

  "You're hot as a firecracker, honey." Grinning, Poe rubbed up on him, pushing and pushing, thumb moving on his cock.

  "I... it's your fault." He'd been a brain over bod guy at one point; he was sure of it.

  "I take full responsibility." That laugh was too fun, coming right from Poe's gut, shaking them all over.

  "Bitch." He snorted, his own laugh coming right out, feeling damn good as he relaxed into it.

  "Uh-huh. I never claimed not to be. Mmm." Man, Poe had a thing for his neck. Those lips fastened on his skin and Poe sucked hard, licking too.

  "You're... damn, that feels good." He didn't think hickeys were terribly professional, but who the fuck was going to see him up here in the middle of nowhere?

  "Yeah? How's this?" Sharp teeth stung his skin, scraping, making him shiver.

  "Fuck." His ass pushed back, his chest pushed forward.

  "That, too. Don't worry. 'Course, we ought to do that someplace more comfy." Poe could sell sand in the desert, for sure.

  "Somewhere less buggy." He didn't want mosquito bites on his nuts.

  "God, yes. My ass is a nice, broad target." Grinning, Poe pulled him, leading him away from all of his plotting and planning.

  "You think my stuff will be safe out there?" Those were important.

  "Yes. I think it absolutely will be. The coyotes don't need a map." But Poe wasn't really making fun of him. Those bright eyes were serious as anything.

  "Cool." That made it easy to do what he wanted, which was to let Poe lead him into temptation.

  His shirt was the first thing to come off when they hit the tent, Poe pulling at his nipples. "God, I love how hard you get for me. All over." Fuck, the things Poe said drove him insane. Made him feel like the sexiest thing ever.

  Those fingers plucked at his nipples until he thought he would scream, Poe's thigh rubbing against his cock, pushing him. "Poe. Poe, goddamn." His head fell back, his muscles shaking something fierce.

  "I got you. You know that." Hell, yes. That strong arm held him right up, the other hand skating over his belly, tugging at the tiny hairs.

  "I know." He spread, humping Poe's leg.

  "Mmm. Hot." When Poe's words got shorter and less coherent it meant it was time to get them both completely naked. He'd figured that out fast.

  Cam managed to push Poe's little shorts down and off, while Poe got his fly open, shirt pushed up under his arms. Poe wiggled, got him almost up and wrapped around those sturdy hips, his legs clinging to Poe's thighs so he could rub and rub. "Want, huh? So bad."

  Poe's eyes watched every fucking motion, every thing he did.

  "You know it, honey. Trust me. I'm in a wanting mood. I've been waiting and waiting like a good little Poe."

  Cam didn't think there was such a thing as a "good" little Poe. "If this is good, I can't wait to meet you bad."

  "Yeah? Oh, you have no idea." The look on Poe's face told him all sorts of stuff. Some of it, he wasn't sure he wanted to think about. Some of it, he knew he'd think about a lot.