The gesture was barely perceptible, but Dustin inched a little bit closer. “Did you mean what you offered down by the creek? That if I wanted to lay you down right here you’d let me?”
SETHrecalled the words he’d blurted; unable to comprehend why he’d said them. Then the truth became painfully clear. He’d wanted Dustin from the moment he’d first laid eyes on the grownup version, but at the creek other things competed for his attention. Now, in their little bubble of calm, he felt safe voicing his wishes. “I’ve never meant anything more.”
Dustin pounced, pinning Seth to the ground. “Mmmmph?” Seth got out around the tongue in his mouth before getting with the program.Man! Willing!His brain shut down, his body taking over.
They shoved and clawed, pushed and pulled, until their clothing lay strewn out about them on the ground. “Oh God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you,” Dustin whispered, blazing a trail between Seth’s ear and collarbone with his lips.
Muscles bunched beneath Seth’s questing fingers, and he grabbed wherever he found purchase, frantically bucking up, his achingly full cock sliding against Dustin’s answering hardness. No gentleness existed between them. They rutted together in frantic desperation, Seth barely noticing the occasional rock digging into his ass.
Sometimes he found himself on top, gazing down into lust-glazed eyes; at others, he looked up from beneath. They rolled and tumbled, panting hot breath into each other’s ears.
“Oh God!” Seth exclaimed, pressure building. He redoubled his effort, mind about to shatter to pieces. They groaned and moaned, occasionally cussing for good measure.
Dustin sheathed both their erections in a relentless grip, finding Seth’s mouth with his own and sliding their tongues together as frantically as their bodies. The tension built, Seth desperately bucking into Dustin’s grasp. He splintered and fragmented, white-hot release sweeping over him like a carnal tidal wave. “Oh God, oh God, oh God….”
A look of intense concentration crossed Dustin’s face, and he pumped faster, muscles tensing. He closed his eyes, muttering, “Seth, Seth, Seth….”
Seth came to himself sprawled on top of Dustin, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “Well, damn!” he uttered, once he recovered the power of speech, too sated to even consider moving.
“Um… Seth?”
Seth trained unfocused eyes on the man who had just given him the orgasm of a lifetime. “Yeah.”
Dustin craned his neck to see over Seth’s shoulder. “We need to move.” He suddenly swatted at Seth’s backside.
“Hey, sometimes I like a little spanky, but during, not after.” Seth flinched as Dustin’s hand landed again, just as fast but more gently.
“I was too busy to do it earlier.” Dustin rolled Seth over and stood, extending a hand. “You can swat your own skeeters if you’d rather. Come home with me?”
Voice scarcely above a whisper, Seth replied, “I’d love to,” while allowing Dustin to haul him to his feet.
Dustin bent to retrieve their clothes, his lily-white ass adorned with tiny red mosquito bites.
Chapter 9
IT DIDN’Tsurprise Seth that Dustin lived in the small but cozy log
cabin he’d been raised in. Now, instead of climbing to the loft and Dustin’s old room, Dustin steered him toward the downstairs bedroom, formerly occupied by the senior Livingstons. The familiar scent of lemon oil that he’d always associated with the house lingered.
“Where are your mom and dad now?”
“Dad died three years ago; Mom retired to Florida to be with her sister.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. To his dying day, Dad claimed he was the luckiest son of a bitch to ever live. He loved life and didn’t fear dying—made it easier on those left behind. I only hope I can be half the man he was.”
Seth felt confident, even in the short time they’d shared since his return, that Dustin had left the halfway point a few miles back.
Given Dustin’s confident self-assurance, Seth expected something a bit sexier in the way of interior design. Instead, they entered a study in minimalism, with plain log walls and a hardwood floor. A wrought iron bed sat beneath the room’s lone window—left open to admit a rose-scented breeze. A worn patchwork quilt similar to the ones Aunt Irene used to sew covered the old double bed. The only nod to creature comforts was the pile of pillows. Two wore matching cases; the other three were covered in plain white cotton. Five pillows? The guy slept with five pillows?
Suddenly an image came to mind: Dustin, curled up in a comfy nest of those pillows, sound asleep. Though they’d taken the edge off at the pond, Seth’s cock, semi-hard since he’d arrived at the house, filled completely, demanding attention.
Across from the bed sat a dresser and mirror, the polished wooden top gleaming in the low light of a lamp. Again, the faint traces of lemon oil permeated the air. The mirror was perfectly situated to reflect the bed, and for a moment Seth wondered what images had appeared there in the past. A vision of Dustin came to mind, but this time he was neither asleep nor alone, his smoky baritone chanting obscenities as he pounded some willing partner.
How many men had shared Dustin’s bed, and had Dustin ever been on the receiving end? Seth certainly hoped so. Though he fully intended to catch tonight, one eyeful of the good doctor’s tight ass hiding under those carefully creased dress pants convinced him that he needed to do more than gawk. Normally, Seth bottomed—for Dustin, he’d make an exception. As he stood staring into the mirror, fantasy images filling his head, Dustin appeared behind him, enveloping him in a hug while nuzzling soft lips against Seth’s neck. Seth kept his eyes riveted to the mirror. His breath caught in his throat at the erotic display they’d created. He barely recognized his own face, filled with passion as it was. How long had it been since anyone had seen want in his eyes? Did he always appear slightly unhinged when aroused? If so, he must have looked like a lunatic at the pond.
A firm tug on his shirt pulled the tail from his jeans, and Dustin slid a hand underneath it, cool against heated flesh, to caress Seth’s bare skin. The faintest of touches traced his abs, slowly moving higher, shooting fire straight to his groin. Dustin stroked his other hand down Seth’s stomach, inching lower until the barest touch of fingertips dipped beneath Seth’s waistband, gently stroking the head of his cock. The wet spot in his boxers must have been apparent, telling Dustin of the depths of Seth’s need. Damn, but the man turned him on. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Dustin’s fingers against his skin.
