Seashores of Old Mexico Page 5

  “Oh, Clint.” Jack was right there, coming in his hand, hot come coating him like nothing going. His cock throbbed, trying to respond even though there wasn’t anything left in him. Jack sort of sighed when he was done, leaning on him. “Good to see you, kid. Damned good.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Been thinking on you.” He rested his forehead on Jack’s shoulder, heart pounding. Christ, he hadn’t even washed up. He had to stink.

  “We could take a shower. This place has decent pipes.” Had he said something out loud? Jack’s deep, dimpled smile told him he just might have.

  “I could so use one of those.” He leaned in, tongue just touching the corner of Jack’s smile.

  “Mmm. Me too. Been driving hard in that old bitch.” Stroking his cheek, Jack looked him in the eye. “Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up, and I’ll even feed you.”

  The cops couldn’t find him that fast, could they? Surely not. “You got my word, man.”

  He’d just stay forever, if he could.

  “Then let’s get a shower and some grub. We got stuff to talk about.” Another kiss and Jack was dragging him to the little bathroom with the cobalt tiles and old fixtures.

  “Yeah? The… they didn’t give you problems, did they?” He worked his boots off, then his jeans. Damn, they could almost stand up and walk on their own.

  “Huh? Nope. No, sir.” That grin flashed, this time looking wry. “I ’bout shit a brick when they showed. Thought they was there for me.”

  “No. No, they were….” He looked over, met Jack’s eyes. “I didn’t kill him, Jack. I was there. I was fighting, but I didn’t shoot anybody.”

  “I know that, honey. So do they. Come on, now. Let’s get all cleaned up.”

  “Huh?” He stripped his shirt off, groaning as he stretched. God, hot water. Hot water and Jack.

  “I said we’d talk. It’s all right, though. Trust me?” Those rough fingers stroked across his ribs, counting them.

  “Yeah.” He did. More than anybody. More than anything. He stepped into the water, and Christ, a lesser man would cry. That felt fine. It felt even better when Jack stepped in behind him, grabbing the soap and scrubbing his back. That man had fine hands, no doubt about it. And the touches were so gentle and good. He couldn’t help his moan, and he leaned forward, braced himself on the tile.

  “Mmm. Man, you need to fatten up, honey. Real bad.” Jack was chuckling, though, laughing against the back of his neck.

  “I’ve been working hard.” He grinned, that laugh just filling him up, growing inside him.

  “Been eating spare.” Each little bump of his spine got a touch, a scrub, before Jack moved down to his hips and butt.

  “Yeah.” He’d lost all the padding he’d gained living the good life with Jack. “I missed being home, huh?”

  He pushed his ass right toward Jack’s hands.

  “Good.” Goosing him, Jack kissed his shoulder. “Then you won’t mind coming back.”

  “Oh, man. I don’t want anything more.” Nothing.

  “Then come home, honey.” Turning him, Jack soaped his front while the water washed the tension right out of his back.

  “I don’t want to bring trouble to you….” He was nodding, though, wasn’t he? He needed to come home.

  “Not going to. Hell, honey, I’m more likely to be arrested or some shit than you are. I did what I ran away to Mexico for.”

  He leaned in, lips clinging to Jack’s. “It was all so fucked-up, Jack. All so screwed.”

  “Well, it’s all good, now.” Jack kissed him, licked at his lower lip, all of it good and easy and love.

  He wasn’t sure how that could be, but he’d take it for right now. He’d go for it just because he needed to be safe for a little while longer.

  JACK WOKE up in the hotel bed with a kink in his back that wouldn’t quit. The bed had proved a little too narrow for both of them, but he didn’t care. Clint was still there when he woke up. He smiled, turning over and sliding his hand along Clint’s back. Soft, warm skin just made him happy as a bug in a rug. Man, the kid was skinny as all get-out, and tired? Shit. But there was a smile, wasn’t there? Just as big as Texas.

  “Hey, you,” Jack said, leaning in for a kiss, just a light press of lips. “How’s it going?”

  “Thought I was dreaming.”

  Oh, man. That was a great goddamn grin. “Love that look on you, honey. I ain’t no dream.” Kissing along the kid’s neck got him a wiggle and a chuckle.

  “No. No, you ain’t a dream. You’re warm.” Clint pushed closer, hands sliding right on down his back.

  “Uh-huh. Among other things.” Jack was rising right up, his cock swelling so good and hot that he moaned.

  “Uh-huh.” Clint started wiggling down, lips on his chest, fingers trailing on his thighs and spreading him a little.

  “Mm-hmm. Oh, that’s working for me, honey.” He did like that touch, that sweet, skinny body.

  “Need to taste you, huh?” His belly got a kiss, his hip.

  “I’m all for it.” Yeah, he’d even help, guiding Clint down toward his cock.

  Man, that happy little sound? That groan and purr? That did it for him, especially when it vibrated around the tip of his cock.

  “That’s it, honey. Now just suck a little.” That first touch had his toes curling, his balls drawing up. Oh good Lord, his cowboy had himself a fine mouth. Those lips wrapped right around the head, tugging and pulling and just making his eyes roll like dice. His hips rolled and rocked, pushing so his cock slid in and out, faster and faster. God, he’d missed this kid.

  Felt like Clint’d missed him too, so bad. Clint was humping the sheets, thighs tight, lips clinging to his prick.

  “Come on, honey. I want more.” He didn’t know what the hell he was asking for, but he knew he needed to do more than pet Clint’s hair.

  Clint moaned, face lifting up toward him. “What do you need?”

  “You. Can you last long enough to get in?” Clint in him. He couldn’t think of anything better.

  “I…. Do we have slick stuff?” Clint’s hips were bucking, rolling.

  “I think so. I know we’ve got those hotel lotions.” They had to have something. Had to.

  “That’ll work.” Clint stood up, staring down at him. “You’re so fine, man. Honest.”

  “You’re amazing, honey. Now get the stuff.” He stroked his cock, tempting Clint with spread legs and a hot look.

  That little groan? Did wonders for him. Clint sprinted away and came back with a little bottle, cock bobbing in front of him like a lure.

  “Oh yeah. Bring me some of that.” Jack reached for the kid’s cock, grabbed hold and pumped, wanting it so bad he hurt.

  Clint’s eyes rolled, those thighs hard as rocks, fingers squeezing the lotion so hard the top popped off. “Jack!”

  “Uh-huh. Look at that. Preopened for our convenience. Come on, honey.” He tugged, just a tiny bit, not enough to hurt.

  Clint reached down, wet fingers sliding over Jack’s balls, back toward his hole, slicking.

  “Yeah. That’s it.” Shaking, he lifted his hips, giving better access.

  “I won’t hurt you, yeah?” Clint’s fingers pressed deep, spreading him wide.

  “No. Won’t. I promise.” Clint just made him crazy. Made him want forever. How had that happened? Clint’s lips landed on the base of his cock, tongue brushing his balls as those fingers moved in and out, loving on him. Fuck, that was…. Jesus God, he might just die happy. “Now, honey. ’Fore I explode.”

  “Uh-huh.” Clint slicked himself up, settling right between his thighs. “This good?”

  “Better than.” Rolling up, he grabbed Clint’s hips. He wanted that pretty prick in him. Now. “Hurry, honey.”

  Oh hell yes. Clint rocked, his hips rolling as Jack was filled right up to the top. Clint’s hands held his hips, those pretty eyes staring down at him like he was Christmas and birthday wrapped all up together. Jack worked it, letting Clint push in all the way and r
ock out, holding on. He wanted a kiss, so he pulled Clint on down to him, lips moving against Clint’s like crazy.

  They found a rhythm together, moving good and hard, Clint’s hands almost bruising him, holding on. His tongue traced Clint’s lips, dipping in over and over to mimic Clint’s hips below. Goddamn. How could a man stand that? How? He felt it rising in his balls, felt that he was gonna come without another touch to his cock.

  Clint grunted for him, hips punching him deep before they lost the rhythm, just pounding together. Jack lost it, coming so hard he couldn’t see, which was amazing and a damned shame, because he wanted to see Clint come. What he didn’t see, he felt, though, that heat flooding him, warming him right up from the inside.

  “Sweet, honey.” His voice sounded blown, rough as a cob. He’d been making some wild sounds.

  “Uh-huh.” Clint blinked, slumped down against him.

  Patting that sweaty back, he just held on, keeping Clint right there against him. Right where he belonged.

  HE WOKE up warm, happy, safe. Clint figured he’d keep his eyes closed for, oh, ever, in case he was just dreaming. Jack shifted, hand slipping down his back, patting his ass. Oh. Wow. Not dreaming.

  He opened his eyes, looking right into those eyes. “Goddamn, I missed you.”

  “Mm-hmm. I waited until I couldn’t. Then I came looking for you.” Jack’s breath brushed his cheek, lips moving on the side of his mouth.

  “I didn’t want to go to jail.” Oh. Hot. Damn.

  “Not going to. You didn’t do it.” That hand on his ass curled under one cheek, pulling him closer.

  “No. I didn’t. I swear.” He shifted, getting as close as he could. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “So do you, love.” Oh, that man could kiss. Like crazy. Really.

  Jail. Police. Hunger. It all just went poof. Clint held the back of Jack’s head, tilting them so the kiss could go deeper. Jack started moving against him in that slow, easy morning way. Just good and hot and the kisses made him feel drugged and lazy. Oh, man. He…. Oh. Yeah. Clint spread a little, making an offer. He so wanted to feel good again, to feel Jack again.

  “Mmm. Oh, honey. Wanted to wake up with you.” Jack moved even closer and nuzzled up on him, loving on him good and hard.

  Clint nodded, whispering into Jack’s lips, the heavy mustache tickling him. “Wanted to come home to you.”

  “Got me now.” Like Jack knew they were headed right toward maudlin, Jack kissed him breathless, taking all of the words away. A hand slipped between them to cup his cock, making him gasp.

  He found a rhythm, humping up into Jack’s touch like a naughty puppy. That was like the spark that started a wildfire. Jack moaned for him, low and deep, like nothing going. And started humping too, like he just couldn’t hold back.

  The whole fucking world shifted, and Clint groaned, fingers digging into Jack’s shoulders. “Please.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, honey.” Jack rolled them so he was on his back with Jack sliding between his legs, looking so fine on top of him that he liked to burst.

  He spread wide, needing something fierce. “Need you, Jack.”

  He’d been needing to be loved on in the worst way.

  “Where’s the… damn it. I know we had some….”

  “Look on that little table deal.” Clint chuckled and moaned, all at once. Grinning, Jack rummaged, and damned if he didn’t come up with something that didn’t sting when the man put two fingers to Clint’s hole, pushing gently. Yeah. Hell, yeah. He bore down, lips parting as he let Jack in. Oh. Oh, man. He…. Uhn.

  Jack pushed in and out with those fingers, filling him but not deep enough. Not hard enough. It was a hell of a relief when Jack took those fingers away and replaced them with the head of that sweet, hot cock.

  “Oh hell yes.” He arched and took Jack in, the feel of that hot, bare skin so good on him.

  “Oh, honey. Clint.” Those dark eyes just watched his every move as Jack slid inside him, hot as a firecracker on the Fourth of July. It was easy as all get-out to tug Jack down for a good, hard kiss, tongue fucking Jack’s lips like Jack was taking his ass.

  A low, rough sound was his reward, Jack grunting, hips moving hard against him. He could feel Jack’s balls slapping him, could feel the sharpness of Jack’s hipbones. It was just what he needed, hard and deep and yeah. Yeah. Just like that.

  The kiss broke, and Jack stared at him, moving in and out, a little smile tugging at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Love you, honey.”

  Oh damn. “Yeah. Yeah. Let me come home, huh?” He’d keep his head down. He’d swear.

  “Never wanted anything more.” Bracing on one hand, Jack grabbed Clint’s cock with the other, pulling at it, making him shiver and moan. Jesus, right there.

  “Fuck!” His toes curled tight and his hips rolled, fucking Jack’s hand ’til he came. Jack’s eyes went wide, then shut as Jack’s head whipped back. Those hips pumped at him maybe two or three more times and, boom, Jack was right there with him, filling him up.

  Oh. Oh God. Yeah. That. Yeah. “So good.”

  See? Coherence. Go him.

  “Mmm.” Jack was more doing the baby head thing, not so coherent. But that smile said it all.

  He smiled back, reaching up for Jack’s face. “I’ll stay under the radar. I swear. I won’t get you in trouble, man.”

  “Oh, honey. I would swear I told you. The police came around looking, sure. But only to tell you they figured it all out. They know you didn’t shoot nobody.”

  Oh. Oh, thank Jesus.

  “They know. For real? You fucking swear?”

  “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.” Jack sorta chuckled. “They’re more likely to come back and haul me up, instead of you.”

  “I wouldn’t let them.” The rush of possessiveness, need to protect, surprised him, but he went with it. Jack was his home, damn it.

  “Well, if they knew who I was, they didn’t let on. I figure my crime is old enough.” Kissing him, Jack smiled, hands rubbing up and down his sides. “We can go home, I betcha. And not worry.”

  “Oh, man. Love. Yeah. Yeah, please. I so want to.”

  “Then let’s do it.” With a wink, Jack pulled away, patting his thigh and sitting up on the bed. “I want the beach and a beer and our own bed, honey.”

  “Okay. Let’s go.” Everything he needed was on him. Everything he had that meant a goddamn thing.

  “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

  Epilogue

  JACK SAT in his favorite lounge chair, wearing his jeans and long-sleeved shirt against the cool evening breeze, but not bothering with shoes. He had him an umbrella drink, a beer, and a plate of some new kind of shrimp thing that Rosa had brought them to try.

  He grinned over at Clint, who still looked drowsy, having spent the afternoon soaking up the sun with him.

  “So, tell me, honey? You ever think about going back to Abilene?”

  Clint looked over at him, that skin tanned dark now, grin white in the moonlight. The straw hat got tipped back, the brim framing Clint’s face. “I don’t think so, Jack. I think I’m where I belong.”

  God, that was a good look on Clint. Damned fine. It still got to him, even two and some years after the whole mess with the police. “Oh. Well, you know, I been thinking of going back to Tucson….”

  He grinned too, just waiting.

  One eyebrow went up and up and up, then the corner of Clint’s mouth quirked. “Uh-huh. I don’t think so.”

  Jack laughed, right out loud. “You know better. I’m solid, right here. Man, you got me fat and happy.” He patted his belly.

  “Fat. Right.” Clint hooted, one hand snaking out, petting his side, slipping down to stroke his cock once through his jeans.

  Oh, hello. He arched up, spreading a little. “Gonna scare the birds, are we?”

  “They’re used to us by now. They hardly even squawk.” He got another stroke, another pet.

  His eyes tried to roll a little. “You think? Maybe they figure
we got our own flock, the way we make a racket.”

  “Mm-hmm. Either that or they’ve decided we’re harmless.” Clint’s hand didn’t feel all that harmless.

  “Could be, but you got a hold of some sensitive parts.” Jack reached down, his hand slipping just above Clint’s, opening his button and zipper to let Clint get to skin.

  “Mmm. You have some very nice sensitive parts….” Clint’s fingers brushed the tip of his cock, and his ass went tight. Goddamn.

  “Th-thanks, honey.” He raised his hips up, skinned his jeans down past his ass. Woo. Night air. “Want more of them?”

  “There’s not a bit of you I’m not willing to take.” Hoo-boy.

  “Well, then, come on.” He wanted to get closer than the chairs would let them. They’d tried a hammock, and it had almost killed them, so they’d settled for building out the little back patio as a screened-in porch. There was a fancy little futon bed up there.

  Clint gave him this grin that burned him down to his balls. Goddamn, it just got better and better.

  He moved Clint’s hand so he didn’t hurt himself, and wandered on up to the house, still holding Clint’s fingers in his. God, he loved touching that man. Loved kissing too, which was what he did soon as they got inside.

  It was easy as pie, Clint’s lips moving against his, those hands squeezing his ass, pulling him closer. He opened up and let Clint in, kissing deep and hard, tasting salt and sun and happiness. A man couldn’t ask for more than that.

  Hell, he didn’t have to ask for more than that. He had all he needed, right in his hip pocket.

  Jack never would have figured all those years ago that he’d get all of the good things he had now. He’d run away to Mexico to escape his past. Every bit of it was worth it, because he had Clint as his future. Right there in Mexico.

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