“Sure.” He walked away, wondering for the first time if a man was interested in him. Adam usually knew, but he hadn’t even looked for the signs. He wasn’t sure he cared.
His Cajun was waiting on him.
He headed back to Leelia’s stall, searching for that little nut-brown man. Maybe they could find lunch. She’d been fed, watered, and nickered at him as he passed by, stamping playfully.
“Don’t let her fool you, she had carrots.”
“No apples for her, huh?” He grinned at Landon, ducking into the shade of the trailer the kid stood by.
“Nope.” Landon was fanning himself, shirt mostly open, sweat on his dark throat.
“She give you a workout?” Adam licked his lips. Maybe he would have Landon for lunch.
“Sun’s warm.” Landon’s eyes were on his mouth.
Adam felt like a fucking teenager. This was ridiculous. Fun as hell. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but only one other man had made him this happy, and that man was more and more a memory these days.
“I want you, cher. I want to suck you. Want your cock, oui?”
“Now. In my trailer.” Adam grabbed Landon and tugged him. Yes. Now.
Landon’s laughter followed along, happy and wicked. The sound made him grin, made him hungry. Lord, this whole thing made him feel young. Strong fingers grabbed his ass, quick, playful, squeezing him.
“Oh-ho!” He yanked Landon inside the trailer, their chests thunking together.
Landon lifted his face, dark eyes dancing for him. Adam blinked. Christ. That feeling in his chest was… Wow. He didn’t want to call it love, not yet, but he thought he might have to.
“Kiss me, cher, ’fore I suck you dry.”
“Yeah.” That sounded like a plan. He half lifted Landon up against him, mouth coming down on those sweet lips. The happy sound that pushed into his kiss was pure sex. He ate it up, tongue sliding between Landon’s lips. Fuck, he loved how Landon opened up for him, wanted it.
He started tugging at clothes, trying to get that brown little body bare for him. He wanted to be able to see it all, from the tight ass to that lean, tan back. Adam pulled at Landon’s jeans, demanding.
“Uh-huh. You too.” Landon stripped for him, eager, unashamed.
“Me?” He thought about keeping his clothes on, just because it was so damned naughty, the idea of him being clothed and Landon being nude. He didn’t want to have to struggle out of theclothes at the end, though. He got naked, pushing Landon down in front of him.
Landon knelt up tall, lips open, tongue flicking at the tip of his cock. Christ—that felt good. Like a tiny flame, sliding along his skin. It fascinated him, how Landon acted like he was into it, like there wasn’t any place his Cajun wanted to be but right here.
He stroked that springy, black hair, then the sharp line of Landon’s cheekbone, letting his fingers wander.
Landon took him in, lips wrapping around his cock. The heat made his teeth clench and his balls draw up. He rocked up on his toes, his heels leaving the floor. He pushed up with his hips, needing more.
Warm hands wrapped around his hips, drew him in, Landon’s mouth like a brand against him.
Adam thrust hard, his eyes falling closed. He needed this like water or air. The pressure was fierce, strong, Landon’s suction like he was starving and Adam was a feast. He grinned a little, thinking that was probably a bad comparison. There had been that incident with Chrissie and the vacuum when they were fourteen. Still made him shudder.
He swallowed his chuckle, not wanting Landon to think he was laughing at him. Nothing Landon did was laughable, at least not right now.
His cock slipped in deep, and he felt Landon swallow, throat clenching around the tip of his dick.
“Uhn.” He pulled in his belly, trying to hold on.
Landon stared up at him, the expression on the man’s face pure bliss. That was enough to make Adam’s balls pull up, his body quivering with the need to come. Warm fingers wrapped around his nuts, tugging them steadily, firmly. A hard cry burst out of him, along with everything else in him. He gave Landon everything he had, his orgasm leaving his legs shaking and weak.
Landon groaned, licking and lapping, cleaning his cock.
He reached down, stroking Landon’s hair. “Lord, you’re good at that.”
