With an impatient growl, Bo grabbed the legs, peeled the jeans from Lucky’s body, and deposited the denim and Lucky’s cotton boxers on top of the pile. Bo? Leaving clothes on the floor?
He eased down next to Lucky, all lean muscle, dark hair, and hard, uncut cock; running his hand up Lucky’s furry chest and tweaking a nipple. Not hard, but enough to get Lucky’s—and his cock’s—attention.
Bo threw a leg over Lucky’s thigh, his erection pressing against Lucky’s skin. “Why don’t you come here and say that?”
Come here? Not an inch of space separated them. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, you did.” Bo’s voice grew sultry, causing shivers. The same come-hither voice he’d used while seducing Lucky in an alley while roleplaying. He ran his tongue over the shell of Lucky’s ear. “Your body’s yelling at me.”
“What’s it yelling?”
Bo’s warm breath caressed Lucky’s neck. “Fuck me.” He chuckled, still sifting his fingers through Lucky’s chest hair.
“It is, is it?”
Bo gave his best solemn look and nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
As fast as his tired body would go, Lucky flipped them, Bo on the bottom staring up at him. Lucky bent forward, tracing his tongue tip around Bo’s mouth, then slipping it inside.
Bo molded around him; legs spread wide to let Lucky settle between. Lucky shoved, sliding his dick against Bo’s. Oh, damn. Yeah.
“Get the lube out,” he muttered. Good, so good like this. He wanted more and judging by Bo’s hip thrusts, so did he.
“Don’t need it,” Bo said with a grin. “I prepared while you tended Andro.”
Oh, hell yeah! One hell of a visual invaded Lucky’s mind. His cock grew even harder. “Thinking of getting lucky, mister?”
“Yeah. Getting Lucky. Now, how about less talk and more action?”
“I love the way you think.” Lucky lined himself up. He loved the foreplay, getting his partner ready, but this worked too. He thrust slowly, shallowly, teasing…
Bo wrapped his legs around Lucky’s ass and pulled. Oh, impatient! Lucky liked.
Bo rocked up to meet him, hand on his own cock, pumping in time with the rhythm of Lucky’s thrusts.
Weight braced on his forearms, Lucky locked eyes with Bo. Beautiful Bo, face flushed, eyes slightly unfocused. He loved the man’s sex face. Loved seeing him come undone.
The way he gripped Lucky’s cock, moaning out his pleasure… Lucky let out a cry. Then stopped himself. Mustn’t wake the kid.
Burying the fingers of one hand in Lucky’s hair, Bo continued to stroke himself with the other, at a leisurely pace. No hurry. All the time in the world. But Lucky had to move—needed to move.
“Ohhh…” he ground out, his own eyes losing focus. Bo squeezed around him. Tight. Hot. Oh, damn. Lucky didn’t consciously pick up the pace, but somehow, they were rocking against each other, grabbing, kissing, plundering.
“I’m gonna cum,” Bo gasped. Muscles seizing, he bowed up.
Lucky shoved harder, helping Bo ride the pleasure. Bo collapsed and Lucky withdrew, rising up on his knees. One hand on his cock, the other behind his balls, he stroked furiously. Almost there… Almost…
He jerked, body spasming. Oh, hell yeah. Head thrown back, he rode the wave, his cum shooting out over Bo’s skin. Oh, that was…
Lucky collapsed on his side by Bo, harsh breaths keeping time with Bo’s. He placed a hand on Bo’s chest, feeling thethumpa, thumpaof Bo’s racing heart.
Their breathing slowed. Bo wrapped an arm around Lucky, pulling him close. No words were needed. Lucky laid his head on Bo’s chest. He wouldn’t think of the day now. Wouldn’t think of anything.
Just feel.
He closed his eyes and sucked up the comfort Bo offered. “You did a mighty fine job of distracting me.” Or was Bo distracting himself, as well? He hadn’t mentioned Southwestern butting into the SNB’s business. Lucky wanted to talk about it. Ask if Bo was all right. Either Walter hadn’t told him, or Bo chose not to talk about it.
Which stung a little, what with his“You can tell me anything”speeches.
