Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

down Les’ crease to play with his lover’s hole.

Twin moans filled the air as Les bit Randy’s neck and Randy pressed his finger into Les’

tight channel.

Pumping his finger in and out, he rained kisses all over Les’ shoulders and face. Les’

own kisses became hit and miss as Les rocked his hips, encouraging Randy to stretch the ring of muscles guarding Les’ inner passage. Their skin slid together, slick with water and sweat.

“Turn around,” he ordered Les, removing his fingers from Les’ ass.

“Why?”

Les’ pout was adorable and Randy laughed.

“I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

He almost fell over, howling with laughter at the shocked expression on Les’ face.

He turned his unresisting lover to face the tiled wall and knelt, spreading Les’ firm cheeks. Les’ golden skin flushed red.

“Are you embarrassed?”

Les’ reply was muffled by the man’s face being buried in his arms. Randy shook his head.

“You mean you and Taylor never rimmed each other?” He rubbed his thumb over Les’ puckered rosette.

“No.” Les sighed. “Taylor was more interested in fucking me than in being adventuresome in bed.”

Randy looked up to see Les glaring at him over one of those broad shoulders.

“Where did you learn about rimming?”

He shrugged. “Tony and I were talking about playing in bed and he mentioned Brody liked it.”

“Shit. You discussed our sex life with Tony?” Les sounded appalled.

“Sure. We talk about sex all the time.” He pinched Les. His lover squeaked and jumped. “It helps that our lovers are two of the sexiest men alive.”

“I’m never going to be able to look Brody in the face again,” Les muttered.

Randy licked Les’ hole before blowing on it. Les succumbed to a full body shiver. “I think you’ll be thanking Tony for telling me about this.”

He pointed his tongue and pressed it in past the first ring of muscles. Les shuddered, pushing back, letting Randy know he wasn’t going to complain about this form of foreplay. Randy played with Les’ opening, teasing and licking the pucker ring while thrusting his tongue into the tight channel. He slid one hand around to stroke Les’ cock fast and hard.

“Baby.” The word strangled in Les’ throat.

He knew Les was close by Les’ ragged movement between his tongue and his hand.

Tightening his grip, he encouraged Les’ climax. Wet heat splashed over his hand, mixing with the water. Les’ inner passage clenched around his tongue.

“Shit, love.” Les’ chest heaved, trying to catch his breath.

Randy stood, kissed Les’ neck and eased his cock into Les’ ass. Les moaned, arching his back to allow Randy to slip further in. He gripped Les’ narrow hips tight as he slammed into him. Randy wasn’t willing to take his lover slow and gentle this time.

Nailing Les’ gland with each thrust in, Randy knew he’d be bringing Les along with him when he climaxed.

“I can’t believe this perfect ass is all mine,” he murmured and licked the water droplets off Les’ skin.

“It’s been yours for three years and I don’t see anyone else getting it for the rest of my life.” Les grunted when Randy’s thrust slammed him against the wall. “Careful, love.

Try not to bruise me too much or you won’t be getting any tonight after everyone goes to bed.”

Randy tried to slow down, but it wasn’t working. He’d been nursing a hard-on since dancing with Les in the living room. He wanted to fill this man with his cum and somehow mark him as his own. It wasn’t often he got this possessive of the fucking gorgeous man he loved.

His balls drew up and a tingle pooled at the base of his spine. He leaned forward, drove deep into Les and came, flooding Les’ insides with his seed. Les’ muscles milked Randy’s prick until he was dry.

Les braced his hands against the tiles and Randy slumped over, covering his lover’s back for a second. When his heart slowed down, he pulled out and reached for the soap.

He washed quickly before he cleaned up Les.

Brushing a kiss over Les’ cheek, he helped the older man step from the shower. Les stood, blurry eyed, while Randy dried him off.

“Why don’t you go and take a nap? I’ll see if Margie needs any help.” Randy pushed Les towards their bedroom.

“Are you sure?”

Les didn’t protest too much when Randy tucked him in under the blankets.

“I’m sure. I’ll wake you in enough time to get ready before everyone gets here.”

“Thank you, baby.” Les rolled over and buried his face in Randy’s pillow.

“You’re welcome.” Randy patted Les’ ass, grabbed his clothes and went back to finish getting ready for the party.

His hands shook as he shaved. He didn’t remember being this nervous the night of the NPR finals when he won the World Championship.

Chapter Two

Les walked out of the bedroom as Tony and Brody arrived. He smiled, watching Tony and Randy greet each other. He flushed when Randy whispered something in Tony’s ear and the bull rider smirked at him.

“Brody, would you like a drink?” He wasn’t going to let the younger men embarrass him.

Brody nodded, shaking the hand Les offered him. “I’d love a beer. I’m not sure I want to be around with these two conspiring like that.”

Les shook his head and chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know what they’re talking about and it’s only embarrassing to me.”

“Really?” Brody stopped, looking thoughtful. “Maybe I should go back and see what they’re saying.”

“No, you shouldn’t because then it would be embarrassing for you too and I’d like to be able to meet your gaze at some point in the future.”

Brody studied him for a second. He looked at the blonde with as bland an expression as he could accomplish.

“They’ve been talking about sex again, haven’t they?”

Brody blushed and Les felt his cheeks heating as well.

“Yeah.”

“I swear they’re worse than old ladies.”

Brody followed him into the kitchen where Les grabbed the other man a beer out of the refrigerator. Margie glanced up from where she was pulling the last pie out of the oven.

“I resemble that remark, young man. You better watch what