In spite of his racing heartbeat, Tommy chuckled. “You gotta catch me first.” He stood up slowly, trying to work out what Mike would do next. Tommy edged around the table, his gaze trained on Mike. “An’ who says I’m gonna let you whup my ass, even if you do catch me,papaw?” He grinned. “I’m bigger ’n’ you.” He started to back away carefully from the table, unsure of his footing but not daring to take his eyes off Mike.
Mike laughed. “Yeah, but I’m faster.” Suddenly he lunged toward Tommy, hands ready to grab him. Tommy squealed, turned—and went flying over the arm of the couch, to land on the seat cushions with awhump. Mike yelled out a triumphant, gleeful shout and dived on top of him, those fingers going to work immediately, pulling up Tommy’s sweater and T-shirt and tickling his ribs.
“Arrgh, Mike, no!” Tommy yelled, squirming, but there was no way to escape the torture when Mike’s weight was pinninghim to the couch. He tried to heave Mike off, but damn, he was stronger than Tommy had reckoned on.
“Ha! You thought I’d forgotten you were ticklish? Fat chance.” Mike let his fingers dance over Tommy’s abs until Tommy was crying and laughing, all at the same time. Mike’s eyes sparkled. “You had enough yet? Huh?” All the while he kept up the remorseless assault. “Ready to say ‘uncle’?”
Tommy could hardly see for the tears streaming down his face. “Uh-uh!” He didn’t know how much more he could take. Mike paused, and for one blessed moment Tommy thought it was over—until Mike yanked up his T-shirt and started blowing raspberries on his belly. “Aw… shit, Mike… no!” He could barely scream out the words, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged.
Mike let out a maniacal laugh. “Hell, I can do this all day if I have to.”
There was only so much torture a boy could take.
“Uncle!”
Mike froze. “I win?” His face was inches from Tommy’s, eyes bright, cheeks flushed.
“You win, you win,” Tommy gasped out, heart pounding, face unbelievably hot. And then his pulse raced for an entirely different reason when Mike moved slowly, so slowly, and took his mouth in a soft kiss. “Oh.” Tommy relaxed, melted into the couch, and let his body go limp beneath Mike’s. He brought his hands up to cup Mike’s head, wanting more,needingmore.
Mike shifted to sit on the couch and pulled Tommy into his arms before sinking back into that kiss. Tommy looped one arm around Mike’s neck and stroked his face with the other, eyes closed, breathing Mike in. His chest was still rising and falling from the exertion, heart beating strongly, but all he knew was Mike’s lips, Mike’s tongue that gently demanded entrance, Mike’s strong hand rubbing his belly.
Mike broke the kiss to murmur against his mouth. “Mmm, making out on the couch on a rainy Sunday. Now,thisis perfect.”
Tommy was inclined to agree. “Yeah,” he whispered, his fingertips seeking out the warm flesh of Mike’s chest through the gaps between the buttons of his shirt.
He opened his eyes to see Mike smile and slowly undo the buttons, pulling the shirt to reveal the firm pecs with their soft covering of hair. “You wanna touch?” He grasped Tommy’s hand and guided it to his nipple. “Play with it,” he whispered. “I like that.”
Tommy inclined his head to look directly at Mike. “Can… can I lick it?”
The rich chuckle that rumbled through Mike’s chest was answer enough. “Lick it, suck it, bite it even.” Mike grinned. “But I get to touch too.” Before Tommy could say a word, Mike moved his hand down Tommy’s belly to the waistband of his jeans and popped the button free. He lowered the zipper and slipped his hand inside, stroking over Tommy’s briefs, where his dick was starting to harden.
Tommy’s breathing stuttered, and Mike laughed quietly. “Hey, weren’t you and my nipple getting acquainted?” His eyes gleamed.
Tommy brought his mouth to the firm little nub and licked over it, loving the shudder that coursed through Mike’s body, the way his hips pushed up just that little bit. A lightness spread through Tommy’s chest when realization dawned.I did that. I made him feel good. Damn, that felt amazing. A sense of power surged through him, and he took the nipple between his teeth and tugged it. There was no mistaking Mike’s reaction. He rolled out a groan and pushed his hand into Tommy’s briefs to wrap it around his shaft, pulling it free and working it gently.
It was Tommy’s turn to shudder.
The pair of them sat there on the couch, Tommy teasing and biting Mike’s nipple, his hand stroking that firm, taut belly, while Mike put his head back against the cushions and made low noises that went straight to Tommy’s dick. Mike spat into his hand and then curled his fingers around Tommy’s cock, sliding on the silken skin, moving slowly, gently building up speed.
Mike grabbed the back of Tommy’s head, his fingers through his hair, and pulled him free to bring their mouths together in a not too gentle collision that left Tommy gasping for breath. Mike plundered his mouth, sucking on Tommy’s tongue, that hand job not stopping for an instant. Tommy’s hips bucked, body trembling, and then there he was, creaming over Mike’s hand and moaning into that kiss. Mike held him steady throughout, until the jolts of orgasm had faded away. Tommy laid his head on Mike’s shoulder and watched as Mike lifted his come-covered hand to his lips and lapped it all up, his gaze fixed on Tommy.
Oh my dear Lord, that is so hot. Then he got to taste himself when Mike kissed him, slowly, thoroughly, tongue sliding between Tommy’s lips. Tommy closed his eyes and leaned into Mike’s touch, enjoying the feel of that warm, hard body against his. He didn’t want to think about leaving, about the coming week that was going to drag until he got to see Mike again. All that mattered was this, the two of them, curled up together, Mike’s kiss, Mike’s touch.
Who was he kidding? The way he was feeling right then, all that mattered was Mike.
Mike waved Tommy off, watching until the truck was out of sight. He closed the front door and then walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Within the next half hour heneeded to be showered and changed, ready for Woofs. Only, he didn’t want to go.
He hadn’t wanted Tommy to go either.
His phone’s shrill tone broke through the quiet. He picked it up from the coffee table and groaned aloud.Aw crap. When the call connected, he braced himself for the onslaught. “Hi, Mom.”
Her huff was clearly audible. “Oh, so youarealive, then. I was beginnin’ to wonder.”
“Don’t give me that,” he retorted, his chest tightening. “I know why you’re calling.”
“Have I done somethin’? Said somethin’?” she demanded. “Because it’s been a few weeks now that I haven’t had the pleasure of your comp’ny for Sunday lunch, and it’s startin’ to worry me.”
Fuck. Mike felt like such a heel. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? It’s just that I’ve been a little… busy these last weeks.”
