Bo hadn’t worn a suit, dressed casually in jeans and a loose button-down shirt. Loose enough for Lucky to slip his hands under and touch smooth skin. He rolled the shirt up Bo’s chest, and ran his tongue up taut abs, tasting clean skin and Bo.
Bo slipped the shirt over his head without unbuttoning while Lucky sank to his knees, yanking at Bo’s belt buckle. Those jeans needed off. Now.
He fumbled the belt and jeans open, grasped Bo’s waistband, and yanked downward, lowering jeans, belt and boxers in one motion. Oh, wait. No boxers. Bo wore nothing under those jeans but what the good Lord gave him.
Lucky approved.
He pushed his face into Bo’s groin and breathed deep, so many memories coming back with the familiar scent.
One lick, two licks. Lucky rubbed his moustache and chin hair over Bo’s balls, fulfilling his fantasy and earning a drawn-out moan. He opened wide and took Bo’s cock into his mouth. Bo moaned again, working his fingers into Lucky’s hair. For the novelty, Lucky pulled back and brushed wispy, fake facial hair over Bo’s erection and moved lower, taking Bo’s balls into his mouth.
Bo said on panted breaths, “If you. Don’t want. Things to end now. Stop!” He tightened his hold on Lucky’s head and pulled him off. “Oh, damn, that was close.”
Lucky shoved Bo backwards onto the bed and followed him down.
It had been too long since they’d had sex with no worries about noise levels.
In a flurry of movement, they yanked off their clothes, kicking shoes to the floor and tossing shirts and jeans in the general direction of a chair.
“What?” Bo stopped, staring at the padding Lucky wore. “When you go in character, you don’t go halfway, do you?”
“Nope. Gotta match my fake license, don’t I?”
“Well, take it off!”
A little shifting and some untying and the garment came free. Lucky had worked up a sweat under that thing. Finally naked, he rolled on top of Bo, pressing their straining erections together and devouring Bo’s mouth.
He stopped. “Ummm… I just got here…”
“I swept the room before you arrived. Trust me, we don’t have an audience.”
Lucky grinned. “Even if we did, we’d show them how it’s done.”
“Damned skippy.”
Lucky shoved against Bo. Oh, God, the man felt good. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d been close. Felt like a stiff breeze might get him off.
Lucky latched his mouth onto Bo’s neck, running a hand between their bodies to grip their cocks and hold them together.
“Where’re my jeans?” Bo poked his head up from the onslaught.
Lucky anchored him while Bo stretched, reaching for the chair. He snagged his jeans and dug into the pocket.
“Hand sanitizer?”
“Lube. Only container I could find. Don’t worry. I washed it.”
What Bo squeezed onto his hand certainly smelled like what came out of the bottle they kept by the bed. He slicked Lucky’s cock and lined him up.
“Wait! We need to…”
“You’re twenty minutes late. I put the time… umm… to… good use.”
Oh. Oh! “You brought your toy, didn’t you?”
“Yup.” Pink crept up Bo’s face.
Damn. Lucky missed the act, but what a visual. The mere image of Bo working himself open nearly sent Lucky over the edge. “Have I told you lately that I love the way your mind works?”
