Lucky intended to send the lackeys with him.
Bo wrapped a hand around the back of Lucky’s neck and pulled him close enough to lock lips. Lucky fought the urge to check over his shoulder to ensure his nephews weren’t watching.
Too hell with it. Todd would soon be in college, where’d he’d likely encounter gay couples, if he hadn’t already. If it grossed the boys out to see their uncles kiss? Oh, well. Lucky’d had one hell of a day, and if he chose to take the comfort of a kiss, then he’d earned the right.
He never intended to go further than a light kiss, but the heat escalated with each tongue stroke, with each slide of Bo’s hand down his arm.
A moan escaped him, followed by another, and another.
Locked in an embrace, they swayed together, working their way down the hall.
A noise from the guest room brought their progress to a halt and they both eyed the door. Lucky listened long enough to figure out Moose and Cat Lucky wouldn’t be bothering him anytime soon.
As one he and Bo let out a deep breath a few moments later when nothing else happened. Grinning like loons, they raced the remaining steps to their room and eased the door shut.
The streetlight outside washed the room in a soft glow.
Lucky winced at the click.
“Would you relax?” Bo pressed his mouth to Lucky’s.
Relax? With his nerves wound to the breaking point, nephews likely eavesdropping on their every word, and…
Lucky broke away, locked the door, and turned on the stereo, loud enough to hopefully drown out any noises, but not loud enough to advertise what they did.
Bo kissed him again, wiping away any thoughts beyond the here and now, tongue, lips, hands, skin and “Oh, right there!”
They hadn’t really gotten started yet and already Lucky wanted to throw Bo on the bed and fuck him like there’d be no tomorrow.
But there would be a tomorrow, and God willing, a tomorrow after that, and another, and another.
A whole lifetime stretched out before them.
He sucked at the base of Bo’s throat, reaching around to grab a double handful of Bo’s fabulous ass. Bo rocked toward him, hard-on apparent at the front of his suit pants. One good thing about suits—not nearly as thick as jeans and so much easier to remove.
Lucky pressed his answering hardness against Bo’s thigh, untucking and running his hands up the back of Bo’s shirt. Sinewy muscles flexed under his fingertips, and Bo exhaled in breathy pants.
“You like that?” Lucky stepped back and undid each button on Bo’s shirt, unveiling more skin for him to lick, kiss, and suck.
“Yaaaaasssss!” Bo groaned.
Lucky thrust the shirt off Bo’s shoulders and onto the floor. There! Much better. He attacked a nipple with his mouth, working the bit of flesh into a hard nub, then giving the other side the same treatment.
Placing his hands firmly against Bo’s chest, Lucky sank onto his knees, dragging his fingers down Bo’s torso, sifting through Bo’s treasure trail, and settling at last on his belt buckle.
Lucky made short work of buckle, button and zipper, careful of the inviting erection tenting out Bo’s boxer briefs.
He mouthed the hard flesh through a layer of cotton, breathing deeply of the scent of man and pre-cum. Bit by bit he pulled the elastic away from Bo’s body and slipped the obstacle out of the way.
Humming softly, he wrapped his mouth around the amazing fullness of Bo’s cock head, tasting the drop of fluid at the tip. He’d never grow tired of Bo’s taste, his smell—his everything.
He reached down a hand and stroked himself through the dress pants he couldn’t wait to lose.
Bo grabbed Lucky’s tie, urging him upward.
Nothing beat an aggressive Bo.
“When all this is over, I’m taking you to a cabin in the woods, with no one for miles around, and spend an entire weekend making you scream my name,” Bo murmured against Lucky’s ear. “Your lips will be swollen from sucking me, and you’ll be walking bow-legged for a week.”
