“All the time we need. I told Charlotte we’d meet them for lunch, then go test drive trucks.”
The Durango. May it rest in pieces.
T-shirts and shorts went flying, leaving Bo in Lucky’s preferred state: nekkid.
All the better when no clothes came between them. Lucky latched on to his favorite human with both hands on broad shoulders, rising up on his toes and melding his mouth with Bo’s.
Bo met Lucky’s challenge with brutal intensity, cock rising against Lucky’s stomach. Lucky shoved into Bo’s firm thigh, breathing in soap, fabric softener, and Bo.
He skated his fingers up Bo’s arms, the skin beneath his fingertips prickling with chill bumps. Their height difference put him at a disadvantage, so he stepped forward, crowding Bo into taking a step back, then another, until the bed stopped their progress.
Lucky grabbed Bo’s shoulders, toppled them over, then climbed on top of him to continue ravishing his mouth.
Bo gripped Lucky’s ass, urging him to move, to grind their erections together.
Oh, how Lucky loved the way Bo thought.
Grunts, groans, and the occasional “Oh, my God!” escaped them as they rutted together, a slight sheen of sweat loosening Lucky’s grip.
Bo bucked beneath him, wrapped a hand around their cocks and whimpered into Lucky’s mouth.
He’d never last. Given Bo’s frantic movements and moans, he and Lucky were on a collision course.
He licked, sucked, and bit Bo’s shoulders and neck, returning to his mouth again and again. Harder, faster. Nothing else existed in the world, just Lucky and Bo and the amazing brush of skin against skin, their mingled scents, the rightness of them together.
Tightness in Lucky’s groin grew and grew, becoming too much to hold back. Wrapping a hand around Bo’s and adjusting the rhythm, he shouted, “Ahh…,” spattering cum across Bo’s stomach.
Lucky scuttled backward on the bed, batted away Bo’s hand, and took Bo deep. Bo bowed off the bed, burying his fingers in Lucky’s hair, and pulsed down Lucky’s throat.
Lucky lay with his head on Bo’s thigh, too content to move.
“C’mon up here.” Bo patted the mattress beside him.
“Do I have to? I’m happy right here.” Besides, his position on Bo’s thigh gave Lucky an upfront and personal look at Bo’s softening cock, should it happen to rise again and need more attention.
“I can’t hold you if you’re down there.”
If Bo wanted to hold him, Lucky wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. Summoning strength, he squirmed up the bed and rested his head on Bo’s shoulder.
Bo wrapped an arm around him.
Lucky had begun to drift off into a sated doze when Bo said, “You know we have to get up, don’t you? The house is still a mess.”
“You rounded up your lube stash, didn’t you?”
“Yup. I no longer keep one under the couch, don’t think anyone will go in the garage or car, and I’m not carrying packets in my pockets.”
Dang. Bo stayed prepared.
Lucky raised up far enough to take in the drying cum on Bo’s stomach. “We’re kind of a mess too.”
“Us first, then the house.”
Taking a deep breath, heart thudding, Lucky began a conversation he’d been meaning to have ever since things had returned to normal, or as normal as their lives got.
“You know, if we ever have kids, we’ll be picking up after ‘em, so extra housework, they might get mouthy, and get into trouble.” If Bo had witnessed Lucky’s teenaged years, he’d swear off kids forever.
True to form, Bo went into lecture mode. “That’s all part of being a parent, but in the end there’s this wonderful person you get to raise and watch as they go on to live their own life. You have to be there for the bad times and the good. I think it’ll be worth it, don’t you?” Bo jostled Lucky’s head against his arm.
