Cleats in Clay (34 page)

“You rich bitch,” Tuck almost squealed. “A fuckin’ birthday present?” he teased. “I’ve never even
seen
one.”
“Oh. We can go look at it, if ya want?”
Tuck nearly jumped off the couch. “Any more silly questions?”
“Well, then,” Bobby said with a smirk as Tuck pulled him up to his feet, “to the garage, I guess.”
Not sure if he was leading or following, Bobby made his way to the garage, Tuck in tow. The fluorescent lights echoed with a slight hum as they blinked to life and illuminated the large space. Bobby moved to the tarped vehicle by the far wall.
“When did you get it?” Tuck asked as he helped Bobby lift the softened cotton fabric.
“Thirty-fifth birthday,” he replied as they slid the fabric away from the car, revealing the green color. Bobby had always thought of it as a light forest green, but some other label tried to worm its way forward in Bobby’s tired brain.
As he stepped around to the side to gather more fabric, he froze when his eyes fell on the logo emblazoned in the center of the hubcap. “Damn you, Nate,” he said. He felt the spasm of hysterical laughter seconds before the sounds escaped his throat.
“What?” Tuck asked as he froze in place. “Don’t go all loco on me, I don’t have my Taser.”
Bobby leaned against the car as the fits of his diaphragm brought tears to his eyes with each barking laugh. “Logo,” he finally managed to say.
Tuck glanced over at the scooped shape of the front grill and saw the symbol. “Oh.” He looked over at Bobby. “Looks more like a trident than an algiz, but….”
Bobby managed to get his laughing under control. “From what I’ve been learning, Nathan always went about things deliberately. This
can’t
just be a coincidence,” he said as he helped Tuck remove the rest of the cover.
“Guess not,” Tuck agreed. “What do you think he meant by it?”
Bobby shrugged. “Who knows?”
Tuck looked over the sleek lines of the gorgeous green automobile. He decided this beautiful vehicle should never be referred to as a mere “car.” This was a work of art on wheels. “Can I drive it?”
“Sure,” Bobby said. “I guess I’m too practical at heart. Never did get a hard-on over it the way Nate did.”
Tuck could hardly take his gaze away as Bobby walked over to the wall and grabbed another tarp.
“Might as well see it all,” Bobby said, and he uncovered the blue motorcycle.
Tuck glanced over at the bike and then did a double-take as his jaw dropped open. “Is that a fuckin’ Timmin’s Cycle?”
“Yeah,” Bobby said as he looked down at the blue machine. “That name sounds right.” Something about that blue nagged at him. That sky blue. And the green car. That grass green.
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me,” Tuck muttered as he approached the motorcycle. “Do you know how rare these are? Each one is individually custom-made, by hand,” Tuck cooed as he ran his fingers along the pectoral-like curve of the upper tank. “The guy even had his own reality show for a while.”
Bobby looked up into Tuck’s eyes as he admired the motorcycle with the car framed behind him. Then that worming thought suddenly burst forth into the light. The car was the same color as Tuck’s eyes. He looked over at the bike again. That sky blue was the color of Odis’s eyes. “Oh fuck me,” he muttered, trying not to laugh again.
“What now?” Tuck asked in an almost exasperated tone.
Bobby pointed over at the car. “Don’t you ever look in the mirror?”
Tuck’s brow furrowed in puzzlement as he glanced back at the Maserati. “Of course.”
“Nothing familiar about that green?” Bobby hinted.
Tuck still looked puzzled.
“Or maybe that blue?” Bobby asked as he pointed to the Timmin’s.
“Not really,” Tuck said as he shook his head.
“Eyes,” Bobby hinted more strongly, but Tuck still didn’t seem to get it. “Odie’s eyes.” He pointed back at the Maserati. “
Your
eyes.”
“Oh,” Tuck said as the realization and its implications crept over him. “Loki’s nuts.”
Bobby laughed. “So I guess you can drive
your
car home, but what should we do about Odie’s motorcycle?”
Tuck glanced over at the Prius. “You sure ya want that one?”
“I like my car,” Bobby said with a firm nod. “Not giving it up.”
“Well,” Tuck thought aloud, “I suppose we could rent one of those smaller trucks with enough room for the Timmin’s Cycle and whatever personal things ya wanna bring. Then get a car dolly and bring the Prius along behind it.”
“That could work,” Bobby agreed.
Tuck grinned as he glanced around the garage. “So what other treasures ya got hidden away?”
Bobby grinned. “You haven’t seen the Blu-ray collection yet. Or the library.”
“Fuckin’
library
?” Tuck teased as he followed Bobby back into the house.
Going across the living room to another short hall, Bobby led Tuck to a smaller room. All four walls were lined with neatly arranged bookshelves.
Tuck looked around at the array of books. “Gods, have you read all these?”
“Only about half,” Bobby said from the doorway. Tuck looked back and noticed the calendar hanging on the wall next to the door. It displayed January of 2010, which drew Tuck in for a closer look, since it seemed odd they would have such an out-of-date artifact displayed in the room. Then he saw the picture at the top showed Bobby sitting on a dugout bench, his chest shirtless and glistening as he pulled his leg up as if he was preparing to tie his cleat. The angle also showed off his firm ass hidden in the tight baseball pants.
“We did those for the children’s hospital every year,” Bobby explained with a shrug. “Kind of a fund-raiser thing for them. Nate saved that one because I was the ‘cover boy’ that year.”
“Really nice picture,” Tuck complimented as he waggled his eyebrows.
Bobby grinned. “If you like that one, you should see July.”
Tuck grinned. “I’ll come have a closer look tomorrow,” he said as he stepped past Bobby into the hall. “It’s getting late. We should call Odie and get to bed.”
“Sure,” Bobby agreed, taking Tuck’s arm, and pulled him farther along to the end of the hall, where it opened up into a glass-enclosed room. “And this is the solarium.”
Tuck gaped at the huge solar space. One side was cluttered with weights, machines, and other workout equipment. On the other side, he saw the narrow pool, which seemed to be shaped for swimming laps. Tuck thought it seemed like the kind of space you might find in a fancy hotel.
“To bed,” Bobby said as he tugged at his arm again.
Tuck followed him through the house and back up the stairs. “Ya sure you wanna leave all this? Seems like a helluva house to me….”
“I’m sure,” Bobby said as they approached the guest room. “I can’t look anywhere without seeing Nate.”
“Oh. Right.”
Bobby went over to the phone and the business card before remembering Odis was probably at Tuck’s apartment. “Your number’s not on here,” he remarked.
Tuck stepped over to the nightstand and grabbed the receiver before dialing his number and handing the phone to Bobby. While Bobby chatted with Odis, Tuck went down the hall to the bathroom.

W
HEN
he returned a few moments later, Tuck found Bobby already off the phone and undressing. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as Bobby slid off his T-shirt, and enjoyed the slight ripple of the muscles along Bobby’s bare back and spine as Bobby bent down and removed his left sock. The man was hot enough to melt the cover of any calendar he posed for, and he didn’t even seem to know it.

Bobby quickly yanked around like he sensed an audience. “Hey,” he said playfully as he bent down and slipped off his other sock, wriggling his ass a little this time and drawing a smile from Tuck.

Maybe the man
did
know it. “So how’s Odie?” Tuck asked, not trying to hide the appreciative happiness growing in his boxers.
“Sounded chipper. They came out and took measurements for the glass and are installing it tomorrow. Said the studio is fine and he spent half the day there, but power’s still out.” Bobby glanced down at Tuck’s bulging boxer-briefs.
“That’s promising.”
Bobby playfully smiled. “You plan on sleeping in the doorway?”

“No,” Tuck said without moving as he fought a grin. He looked down at the jogging pants Bobby still had on. “Maybe I need some enticement.”

Looking back at the growing boxer-briefs, Bobby grinned. “Looks like you’re pretty enticed already.”

“Not totally,” Tuck teased. “Still needs more work.”
“Yeah.” Bobby smirked. “Forgot you’re an old man.”
Tuck smirked back. “Better be careful what ya say, young’un. I

noticed another bedroom across the hall,” he said, peering back over his shoulder for emphasis. “I might just end up in there.”

 

Bobby chuckled. “Well, guess we couldn’t have that,” he said as he walked up. “Wouldn’t be very neighborly for me to make ya sleep alone.”

“Not the least neighborly at all,” Tuck agreed, trying to keep a firm face.
Bobby held Tuck’s gaze as he stepped closer and reached out both hands, using his fingertips to ever so lightly tease along the pectoral lines under Tuck’s nipples. The excited little inhaling sound Tuck made sent a shiver through Bobby. “Have I ever told you what a great chest you have?”
“Once. Or twice. I think,” Tuck replied with rapid breaths as Bobby teased his fingers around his nipples and across the top of the muscles to his armpits. As he felt Bobby gently explore, Tuck held his gaze. “Is that all ya like? My chest?”
“Top three, or maybe top five,” Bobby said as he looked into Tuck’s eyes. “Somewhere on the list.”

“And what else? Is on this list?” Tuck asked as he relaxed further back against the doorframe, bringing his head a little closer to Bobby’s eye level.

“Your eyes,” Bobby said as he peered into them and glided his hands back to the front of Tuck’s chest. “Your ass, those little dimples in your buttcheeks.”

Tuck reached out and brushed his hands down Bobby’s sides all the way down to his hips. “And what about my prick?”
“Way too big to be called a prick,” Bobby said as he brought his hands together and lightly slid his fingers down the center of Tuck’s abs. “That word always makes me think of a needle.”
“No,” Tuck said nearly in a hiss as Bobby’s hands slid farther down. “Not a needle.”

Still holding Tuck’s gaze, Bobby spread his hands and moved them under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, carefully avoiding the pubic area. “It’s a very ample cock,” Bobby said without touching it.

“Would ya like? To feel how ample?” Tuck asked with ragged breaths as Bobby’s hands teased down his thighs inside his boxers. “I would.”
Tuck slid his hands inside Bobby’s jogging pants and lightly

massaged his glutes. “I’d like to show you.”

“Just need to be slow. I haven’t ever bottomed anyone quite your size.”
Still holding Bobby’s gaze, Tuck leaned forward and kissed him with tenderness and warmth. “I’ll give you whatever you need,” he breathed into Bobby’s ear.
Holding firmly to Tuck’s hips, Bobby pulled him toward the bed while sharing another kiss. When he neared the edge, Bobby slid his hands over Tuck’s legs, pushing the boxer-briefs down to his knees as Tuck worked the sweatpants past his butt. Each man took over removing the rest of his clothes. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, using only his tongue to tease at the swelling and protruding head of Tuck’s cock, pushing the foreskin further back.
“Oh, stud,” Tuck moaned as he grinned at Bobby. “You make me want you right now.”

After a teasing nibble at the tip of Tuck’s very ready member, Bobby grabbed the lube off the nightstand and slid back onto the bed. He pulled up his knees and used his own lubed fingers to open and loosen himself.

“Gods, you don’t know how hot a sight that is,” Tuck told him as he kneeled onto the bed.
“Not trying to be hot,” Bobby said as Tuck took the lube from his hand.
Tuck chuckled. “Ya don’t hafta
try
at all,” Tuck complimented with a gentle coo as his larger fingers took over the job of preparing Bobby’s sphincter before he slathered up his swollen prick.
As Tuck lined up and pushed his cock in, Bobby tried not to wince. “You’re so damn big,” he said with a relaxing exhale.
Tuck pulled back. “Ya don’t hafta prove anything.”
“Don’t stop,” Bobby nearly begged with another deep breath. “I’m just commenting.”
After lining up again, Tuck pushed inside and paused before sliding farther and submerging the whole head of his cock within Bobby. He hesitated when Bobby took another deep breath.
Bobby lifted his feet and started to wrap them around Tuck’s waist just below his ribs before he remembered the Easter-egg bruise. He lifted his right leg further, nestling back into the bed as he placed his right ankle over Tuck’s shoulder.
“Limber,” Tuck commented as he leaned forward and slowly pushed himself deeper into Bobby.
“You don’t have to be
that
slow,” Bobby urged as he pulled Tuck closer with his feet and brought his ass up to meet Tuck.
Tuck slid his knees forward and, with a quicker thrust, buried himself the rest of the way into Bobby.
Looking into Tuck’s eyes, Bobby panted as he grinned. “That’s more like it.”
Putting his hand on Bobby’s shoulder, Tuck tried to lean down enough for a kiss, but the pangs from his bruised side made him stop short. Bobby curled his neck up enough for their noses to brush together.
“Sorry, I can’t get close enough to kiss you,” Tuck said.
Bobby smiled as he nestled back. Just feeling Tuck so amply inside him was more than enough. “I’ll pretend like you are, then. Giving me one of those sparking kisses.”
Tuck pulled back and slid forward calmly and carefully a few times while watching Bobby’s eyes. Bobby put his hands on Tuck’s thighs and rubbed firmly, urging him on. Surprised at himself, Tuck already felt near the edge. Tuck asked, “How much do you need?” as he slid back in at a higher angle, searching for the sweet spot.
“Oh shit,” Bobby whispered when Tuck found it on his next stroke. “Not much.”
Angling down for two harder and longer thrusts, Tuck brought himself closer, then pushed back up for Bobby’s spot again. A fervent moan and the sparkle in Bobby’s eyes let Tuck know his aim was true. He watched Bobby’s face as he alternated his longer and shorter strokes, working himself and Bobby closer. He saw the veins in Bobby’s neck start pulsing as his eyes began glazing over.
“Oh, now,” Bobby nearly begged. “I’m—”
Tuck punched at the sweet spot twice as he wrapped his hand around Bobby’s cock, but he had to let go when he couldn’t brace himself properly on his casted arm. He tried to reposition, but his orgasm wouldn’t wait and overwhelmed him with little warning. “Oh fuck,” he choked out as his cock swelled and his body stiffened, his spewing spasms squirting inside Bobby, one after another. His back muscles loosened and turned to jelly, tumbling him forward and almost collapsing him on top of Bobby.
“Shit, Tuck. Oh God,” Bobby hissed out as he jacked himself one quick stroke and came, gushing all over his own stomach.
Tuck managed to roll them sideways instead of squishing on top of Bobby as he continued pulsing inside of him. “Shit,” he whispered again.
Bobby rolled onto his back without dislodging Tuck’s still swollen cock. “Damn, Tuck,” Bobby muttered between panting breaths as Tuck’s cock spasmed again.
“Sorry,” Tuck replied meekly. “I was having a little trouble with the cast,” he said as he shifted on the bed to get a more comfortable angle.
“Shut up,” Bobby teased. “Not talking about that. Do you always come like that?”
Tuck withdrew his softening self and scooted up next to Bobby’s side. “Like what?”
“Like—shit,” Bobby whispered. “I’ve never
felt
somebody come like that before. I swear, you got twice as big. And the pulsing. Like a frantic heart beating.”
“I guess not,” Tuck said with a silly sideways grin. “At least, nobody ever said such a thing.” Tuck gazed at Bobby. “Must all be
your
fault, sexy stud.”
Bobby leaned over and kissed him with such electric depth Tuck felt like he might come again. Tuck pulled back. “I hope it was okay for you, that I wasn’t too clumsy.”
“Clumsy?” Bobby asked. “I didn’t notice
anything
like that,” Bobby chuckled as he scooted off the bed to find a towel. “If that’s you being clumsy, bring it on.”