Sam followed him, right on his heels. “You hungry, Boug?”
“I could grab somethin’.” He didn’t want to do a sit-down thing.
“We could. Somethin’ in a drive-through.”
“Yeah. Chicken.” Did they have Popeyes up here?
“That works. Something spicy.” Sam was missing home—Beau could tell.
They ended up at a barbecue place that claimed spicy ribs, and they got a bucket of those, some potato salad, some coleslaw, and a buttload of bread. Then they picked up a six-pack of Bud and a two-liter of Coke. They also got mustard to mix in the potato salad, as folks anywhere north of Texas forgot that part, and some extra salt for the slaw. They was all set.
They got all of the stuff in on the little table and Sam grinned at him. “Be right back. I’ll get ice.”
“‘Kay.” He watched Sam go, loving the way that tight, round ass filled out jeans. The man was underrated, but Beau was okay with that. Meant he didn’t have to get all jealous.
He got things all arranged, toed his boots off, when Sammy came back carrying ice and Twinkies. At his look, Sam blushed. “For dessert.”
“I like dessert.” He had a sweet tooth. He also had a Sam tooth. Beau stood up and stretched, walking over to give Sama hello. Sam put the ice on the table, eyes on him all the way. Funny, wasn’t it? How Sammy could look at him like that, even after they’d been together a million and a half years?
Beau reached up and put a hand behind Sam’s head when he got close enough. “Hey, you.”
“Beau.” Sam smiled at him, the worried lines beside eyes and mouth easing some.
“Mmm. Yep. Gimme some sugar, Poot.”
“Anytime.” Sam’s hand found its place on the small of his back, drew him in, and those lips met his, sweet as Tupelo honey. Goddamn. He could have the worst day in the history of the world, and Sam would make it better. Just like this.
Sam kissed the same way he read the paper—slow and focused, like he might miss something. Beau knew if he wanted Sam to slam him around and love on him hard enough to bruise, he just had to flirt with Adam Taggart. Now was not one of those times. This felt perfect. His man moaned for him, the sound just barely there, tongue sliding on his, making promises.
He wanted those promises. Wanted Sammy to back them up, too. They could wait to eat. They surely could. “Bed?”
“Uh-huh.” Sam walked him back, careful not to let him stumble.
He started working at Sammy’s clothes, needing to get to that skin. Hairy monkey man.
He loved to feel the way Sammy shivered when he touched, too, the way the finest ass in bull riding moved. They got sat down, then they could really get to going on the clothes. Sammy’s jeans were a little on the tight side. Sammy’s fingers knew just how to work his buckle open, how to ease his zipper down before he could focus at all.
“Sammy…” His breath huffed out, his belly sucking in. “Yeah.”
“I got you.” Sam fished his cock out, started jacking him, nice and easy.
“I know. Always got me.” Beau grinned. “Front and back.”
“Mmm. I like both sides. Lots.”
“I like you liking them.” He pulled at Sam’s jeans, his fingers not so nimble. Sam lifted that fine bubble butt, let him tug them down. Beau pulled and pushed and got to kissing again. Lord, but he loved touching this man.
“Cher…” Sam groaned and nuzzled into his throat, finding his hot spots unerringly.
“Mmmhmm.” He was. Damn. He was gearing up for a real hot one. His prick was just aching.
Those calluses moved over his body, dragged on his skin. Damn. It made everything else go away. Everything but Sam and the heat and need and the feel of them. “Sammy. More.”
“Uh-huh.” Sam’s lips were so hungry, but it was that hand that had him shaking, had him rolling up and begging. Sam measured him, tip to base, then started working his balls, rolling and tugging some. His toes curled, his body swaying. Jesus, that was perfect. Just what he needed. His hands clenched, all on their own, holding Sammy’s tight ass, squeezing.
“Got you.” That hard, fine butt pushed into his hands, even as Sammy’s fingernail scraped that strip of skin behind his balls.
“Fuck!” Beau tried hard to hold on because how embarrassing would it be to blow that fast? Sam moaned, teeth on his skin, down on his collarbone, where nobody’d see. Oh. Oh, oh, oh, Beau rocked, pushing against that flat belly, against Sammy’s hand. Close.
