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staking Shane out on the deck as a storm came up, too, all
tied up and open for him and the elements.
Shane shifted closer, hand petting his belly, drawing
circles. "That is a great sound."
"Just thinking of you all naked and hard with a tropical
blowing up." The thought made him hard.
"Oh, yeah. Man, those storms? Do it for me. The wind and
the water, the air all alive. Perfect jack-off weather."
"God, yeah." And could anyone else read his mind like
that? Jesus. He floated over a little closer, nuzzling in.
They shared some bubbly, Shane's hands playing and
stroking, petting and moving constantly. So tactile. So
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fascinated with his skin and hair and lips. Galen loved it.
Loved the feel of Shane against him. Loved Shane. It was a
hard thing to admit, but there it was.
Shane was chuckling, coaxing bubbles over his nipples and
then popping them. Playing. Teasing. The lack of urgency was
great, even his insistent hard-on just something that was hot,
but not needing immediate attention. It was just good to have
fun.
They floated, rubbed, talked about shit from being kids to
baseball to fantasies. "Why'd you retire from football, Len?
You just get bored?"
"Partly." He thought about it for a minute, trying honestly
to figure out how to explain it. "I was good enough to play
some, off the bench, you know? So I made some money,
didn't just sit on the practice team all the time. But I was
never good enough to play first string all the time. And I
wasn't too damned happy with what I was turning into."
Galen laughed, shifting so Shane floated up half on his lap.
"I went home to see my momma two years ago, showed up
on her doorstep hung over and still a little high. And she
kicked me out. Told me not to darken her door until I got my
shit together. That did me."
"Yeah?" Shane smiled over. "I haven't talked to my folks
since '95. You sound real close to yours."
"That long? Why? Because you moved down to Florida?"
His momma he was close to, yeah. His dad? His dad didn't
even know him.
Shane shrugged. "Because I stayed in the Keys. Because
I'm a slacker. Because I won't ever be a doctor with a pretty
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wife and kids or nothing like my brother." He got a sad little
half-smile. "Mostly? Because they have one good son and one
good son's better than one good son and one bartending
beach bum."
He kissed Shane's jaw, licked at Shane's lips. "Yeah. My
dad's got three kids with his wife. He never did want to get to
know me, 'cause I figure I was a mistake."
"That's a shame, Len. You're the farthest thing I ever met
from mistake." Oh, fuck, those eyes were serious, sure.
That deserved a kiss. Galen gave him one, opening
Shane's mouth with his, tasting with his tongue. Thanking
him. Shane melted against him, wet hands in his beard, his
hair, sweet little moans pushing into his mouth.
He loved those sounds. He grabbed Shane's ass, pulled
him close, tried to crawl into his skin. Shane straddled him,
settled so his cock was sliding along the crease of that fine
ass.
"Mmm. Oh, damn." That ass. So tight and muscled and
good against him. Galen licked Shane's chin, his neck,
thinking how when the going got tough they just had sex. Of
course, when shit was great, they had sex. Or when they
were hot or bored or tired or jumpy or...
Shane's nails scraped his nipples, his ribs, just enough to
tingle. Arching, moaning, he spread Shane with his hands,
letting his cock rub and push.
"Oh. Want." Shane shifted, chest sliding against him.
"Come on, Len."
"Yeah. Want you." He always wanted Shane, but the
degree varied. Now it was building into something sharp. He
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spread Shane wider, thumbs opening him, knowing water
wasn't the best lube, but Shane should still be fairly loose.
Shane nodded, moving slow, hips rocking, taking his thumbs
nice and easy.
Galen shifted, the head of his cock sliding between his
thumbs, just pushing. "So hot, lover."
"Like a tin roof in August. Fuck, that feels good. Full."
"Love the way you feel inside." Galen sank in, inch by slow
inch, grunting as he got seated good and deep and Shane
leaned back, giving him the most amazing angle.
"Oh, sweet fuck." Shane's eyes were heavy, dazed, breath
coming nice and slow, entire body rippling around his cock.
Shane was right. Fucking in a hot tub was like floating. It was
like a champagne bath. Bubbly and intoxicating. Galen
nibbled, rocking with the water.
The water was hot, Shane hotter, moving on him, riding
him nice and steady, the water lapping the edge of the tub.
They rocked, his fingers on Shane's nipples, making them
hard. Those little bits of flesh fascinated him. Drew him. He
wanted to bend Shane back and bite them. So he did.
"Oh. Oh, fuck." Shane's ass went tight, rippled around
him, so fine.
Made him gasp and jerk, made his eyes roll. Damn, he was
getting lightheaded but that only added to the pleasure, made
it slow and easy and a little surreal.
"Oh..." Shane was fucking glowing, sweat and water
making the gold skin shine.
"Shane." It was all about Shane. He could remember a
time not so long ago when it was all about him. This was so
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much better. Galen moved faster, his cock even harder, his
tight balls telling him soon. Soon.
"Hell, yeah." Shane took a deep kiss, body jerking, one
hand pumping that hard cock furiously. Galen lost it, just lost
it, whole body heaving as he came. His cock jerked and
throbbed, his balls emptying, and he couldn't even lift a hand
to help Shane. He could only watch. Those blue eyes rolled,
his name grunted out long and low, before Shane went red
and shot, slumping down against him.
"Oh, damn. Damn, Shane." He couldn't think. Couldn't
move.
"Uh-huh." Shane lifted his head, blinked. "Better get out.
Too hot."
"Uh huh." He was willing. If he could just get his legs
under him. Galen pulled Shane up, teetered, but managed to
drag them both out and turn off the jets. All they had to do
then stumble to the bed.
They landed in a tangle of arms and legs, breathing hard,
both of their hearts just pounding.
He chuckled, kissing Shane's neck. That was fucking
intense. "And to think. We didn't even need the fake hand."
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Chapter Eight
Galen woke up warm and loose, a little sweaty. The a/c
must have turned itself off. He rolled, reaching, and realized
he was also alone.
He sat up, looking around for Shane and not finding him.
Fuck. What the hell? He rolled out of bed and headed for the
bathroom, and no Shane there either. Shane's suitcase was
still there, though, so Galen sat down on the side of the bed
and told himself to get a grip. They slept on different
schedules. Shane was probably just out getting coffee.
Or something.
About the time he was fixing to slide from worried to
pissed, the door opened, Shane backing in with a tray of
coffee and pastries and shit. "Mornin', glory! I brought coffee.
Man, this town is something else."
"Hey." His heart started to slow and Galen breathed deep,
trying not to be pissy. "Missed you this morning."
He got a grin, slow and almost-wicked. "You were sleeping
hard and I figured you'd hate listening to me pace, so I went
wandering."
"Find anything good?" Hell, that smile went a long way
toward easing his mood. Which wasn't to say he wasn't still
thinking about getting that set of straps out and tying Shane
down. He got up and wandered over to take a kiss.
"Mm-hmm." Shane's fingers twined with his and damn if
that kiss wasn't hot as fuck, a hell of a lot more needy than
slow and sweet. Shot electricity right down to his toes. Galen
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pressed Shane back against the wall, the contrast of his
naked body against Shane's clothed one feeling naughty.
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