“Well, you found what you’re good at.” Dillon was frowning again, sort of staring at Jase.
“I did. It’s what I was put on earth to do.” He believed that, bone deep.
“Look! A tomato that looks like Mr. Ed!” Dillon held up a grossly misshaped tomato, grinning a little wildly.
He stared over, Andy laughed, and Jason just rolled his eyes and held out his hand. “Lemme see.”
Dillon passed it over, and it sure enough looked like a horse head with teeth sticking out.
Jason’s fingers moved over it and Andy moved close, whispering hard, moving Jason’s fingers. Coke turned away, fixing plates and making all four burgers up like they all liked them.
“Okay. Potatoes are done!” Dillon all but shouted it, and there was a bunch of splashing and choking behind them.
He got tickled, started laughing good and hard, and by the time the young’uns were sitting, he was feeling almost normal again. Soft chuckles and an even softer touch to his ass told him Dillon was right there. Lord, it was nice to know.
They finished eating and he gathered dishes up. “Boys, I’m going in for my siesta. You can find your room okay?”
Bax reached out and touched Jason’s hand, fingers brushing that tan skin. “I bet even Jase can find it. Thanks for the meal, sir.”
“Anytime, Andy.” He met Dillon’s eyes across the table. “Dillon? You coming?” He didn’t blush or look down or nothing. He knew the rules, but this was his house and he wasn’t ashamed.
“You bet. You guys keep it down, huh?” Dillon didn’t look ashamed, neither, laughing and grabbing his hand.
“Goaway, you two.” Jase made gagging sounds, laughing hard as they headed in.
“Hey, that was easier than expected, huh?” Sometimes Dillon was five, or maybe fifteen, swinging his hand like they was in high school.
“Yep. Good things come to good people.” He pulled Dillon around, taking the kiss he’d been needing for hours now, making sure his clown knew just what was what. Those strong arms wrapped right around his shoulders, Dillon slamming against him and kissing him until he felt like his bell’d been rung. Lord.
“More.” He groaned the word against Dillon’s lips as hishands dropped and he got himself a double handful, pulling Dillon closer so he could feel every inch.
“Mmm-hmm. Now.” Those lean hips rocked against his, like Dillon was dancing in the arena, all slinky and hot.
He tugged hard, started driving Dillon into him as those feet left the ground and he held on, gave Dillon something to rub against. Dillon gave him what for, too, humping up on him, hard through the tiny swim trunks. Hard and hot and ready.
“Dillon.” He bit the word out, fingers squeezing convulsively. The whole heat-now-hurry thing blew his mind like nothing else.
“Uh-huh. More, huh? Want you.” They pushed back against the wall, letting Coke brace himself, and Dillon shimmied up against him, hips grinding against his.
“Got me. Damn, honey.” He laughed, the sound all gaspy and rough in his head.
They were gonna bust into flames, once Dillon’s hand dipped between them, shoving their trunks down so their cocks could rub, bump together. A strong grip closed around them, pulling them together, thumb rubbing up over the head of his cock. Just like he liked it. He bit out a curse, going up on his tiptoes a second, muscles straining to get more, right there. Right fucking there.
“Coke. Oh, God. Touch me some more.” Dillon was rockin’ and rollin’, moving against him, leaning up to bite the skin under his jaw.
He nodded, taking Dillon’s weight with one hand, free hand moving to slide up, fingers counting ribs before finding one little nipple.
“Oh.” That sound was pure happy, Dillon’s hips bucking against him like there was no tomorrow. Hell, at this point he didn’t care if there was tomorrow. Now worked just fine.
“Uh-huh.” He pinched a little, whimpering whentheir dicks moved together just right. “We’ll do this, then we’ll find the bed, cowboy, and tear it up.”
“You damned betcha.” Dillon pulled his head down for a kiss, mouth hot and damp against his. That talented tongue found his, teasing, touching.
He shot, just like that, body and soul, his entire universe going a little shiny and sparkly around the edges. Dillon watched him, so close that he could see little streaks of gray in those blue eyes. Then Dillon’s spunk poured over his cock, his belly in long, hard pulses.
His knees got a little weak, his belly muscles jerking and leaping under his skin. “Damn. Damn, honey.” Leaning in, he got himself another kiss, the thing going soft-edged and sloppy as they came down.
“Yum.” Laughing for him, Dillon kissed him again. Then again. “Bed?”
