Blood Howl (18 page)

He nipped Redford’s lower lip hard, tangling his fingers in his hair to pull him back in when Redford jerked back, startled. The sting was soothed with slow, sucking kisses and Red sank into the sensation of pain meeting pleasure, whimpering a little when Jed repeated the movement. Big, callused hands, hands that seemed designed for holding a gun or imparting violence, pushed up under Redford’s shirt with a gentleness that surprised them both. Jed’s fingertips painted slow arcs against the warm, bared skin, enthralled with the silky smooth feel under his hand.

“Jed.” The restless whisper drove him crazy, and Jed’s only response was a deeper kiss, losing his breath, his mind, into the bliss of Redford’s mouth.

Red’s fingers were at his belt, fumbling with the clasp, pushing it aside with a single-minded determination. There wasn’t any more time for second guessing, for Jed’s many issues to rear their ugly heads. It was as if every ounce of self-control he had just snapped the moment Redford reached for him.

“It’s okay,” he found himself murmuring, open-mouthed kisses leaving a wet trail down Redford’s neck. “God, you’re so good.”

The hesitance was easily apparent in Redford’s touch, his inexperience making him nervous, but Jed responded so well to even the lightest attention that he couldn’t help but gain confidence. Redford’s fingers slid just under the button of Jed’s jeans, and he moaned softly when he finally reached bare skin.

“Hey! What the hell are you two perverts doing in here? This is a family place, for Christ’s sake.” The barking holler of what Jed’s barely focused gaze identified as a rent-a-cop ripped through the mood and practically shot Redford off of him and across the narrow viewing galley.

“Fuck,” was Jed’s completely appropriate reaction, scowling at the man and adjusting his pants, trying to ignore the tight press around his groin area. These jeans were made for showing off his ass, not hightailing it with an erection. “Okay, okay, General Kill Joy. Keep your shirt on. We’re going.”

Not exactly the most romantic ending to that particular situation—or the most satisfying, unfortunately—but this was hardly the first time he’d been caught with his dick out. Grabbing Redford’s hand and giving the security guard a two fingered salute, Jed took off running out of the exhibit and toward the zoo exit. Redford’s rigidly mortified stare pretty much ruled out any hope Jed might have had of fading into the crowd and trying again, perhaps at the butterfly garden. Nobody was ever at the butterfly garden when it got chilly out. Oh, well.

They made it back to the car without further incident. The security guard had halfheartedly chased them as far as the giraffes to make sure they actually left. The parking lot was all but empty while Jed fumbled with the key, cursing the loss of his sweet Jeep, Matilda. Matilda had been a good car. She’d never complained when he drove above the speed limit or used her backseat for things decidedly outside the manufacturer’s intended use. This car was an ugly boat, some late eighties station wagon with wood panels. It did have considerable room, though. For storage and whatnot. Or other things, should the need present itself.

Huffing out a sigh, leaning against the door frame once he’d finally gotten the key to cooperate, he gave Red a pathetic smirk, running a hand through his hair. “So, that probably ruined the mood a little, huh?”

Where there’d been utter mortification before, Redford was now smiling. Nearer to full-on
grinning
, almost, there were actually teeth showing. “It doesn’t have to,” he replied, leaning against the door next to Jed, hip to hip, turning to rest his chin on Jed’s shoulder.

A sharp little jump in Jed’s stomach took his breath clean out of his lungs. He found himself smiling back, completely and utterly lost in how amazing Redford looked. He wasn’t hunched in on himself, wasn’t skittering back and praying to disappear. There was mischief in his eyes, a proud humor at their escape. Confidence in how he reached out for Jed, casual little touches that electrified them both. He was incredibly transformed, and Jed couldn’t believe how much he liked seeing that.

“Yeah?” he asked, throat jumping as he swallowed, voice dropping like a stone. “You got something in mind there, sweetheart?”

“Well.” The hesitance was back, but it wasn’t the kind that made Redford freeze up like before. “Your place is… completely free of security guards.”

“That it is,” Jed agreed, turning slightly to wrap one arm around Redford’s waist, to pull him in closer so that their lips could ghost along each other’s. It was more the promise of a touch, their breath mingling between them, the soft inhale when Jed’s tongue eased an outline of Redford’s lower lip. “One of my favorite things about the place. No rent-a-cops.”

“Maybe we should go back there,” Redford replied, a quiet smirk lurking in the corners of his eyes. Jed blinked a few times, focusing. Yes, that had been the suggestion, hadn’t it? A very good suggestion, in fact, and one he had every intention of following. Just as soon as he’d finished investigating the little dip just under Redford’s left ear. His tongue circled against the soft skin there, and his hands wandered up, under Redford’s T-shirt, palms flat against the small of his back.

“Yeah,” he agreed absently, letting his teeth scrape a light path down the column of Redford’s neck. “Yeah, we should. Good idea. Let’s go.”

Jed pressed the keys into Redford’s hand, nudging his chin up so that he had more room to slide his tongue down to the hollow of Redford’s throat, to suck tiny reddened marks in the skin, a hop-skip guide to where he’d been. “You drive,” he mumbled, busy trying to get Redford’s shirt unbuttoned, completely oblivious to where they were. “I’m gonna suck you off so hard, baby. You’ll come twice before we even get home.”

“I’ve never driven before,” Redford protested, pushing the keys back at Jed. “We’ll crash, and—” He broke off to inhale sharply, trying to get his thoughts together. “You drive. I don’t want to die.”

Oh. Right. Damn it. Raising his head, looking around him dazedly, Jed scrubbed a hand over his face and barked out a laugh. “Right. Jesus, right, sorry. I forgot.” Another breath, slower this time, and Jed shoved his hormones back away from his higher thought processes, which was a little hard to do when Redford was attaching himself to his neck. “Okay. Come on.” With a low groan, Jed sagged back against the door, eyes fluttering shut, pulling Red closer. “Fuck, right there.” There was a spot just beside his pulse point that drove him absolutely fucking insane every time, and Redford had just gleefully discovered it. It took several more minutes before he even remotely could think about anything but the wet, hot pressure of Redford’s tongue, the way his teeth scraped so gently against his skin.

Eventually though, he did manage to stand upright, gently shoving Red into the car and choosing to crawl over him to reach the other side. Mostly because that way he never had to stop touching him, pausing to straddle his waist and rock their hips together, panting breaths lost between frantic, hungry kisses. “Fuck,” Jed muttered, forgetting all over again why he had the keys in his hand.

“You need to drive
really
fast,” Redford announced, once Jed had gotten over to the driver’s seat. In an effort to keep himself from being further distracting, he’d linked his hands together and put them in his lap, although that didn’t stop the slight squirming. Which was utterly distracting all by itself.

Reaching over, Jed slid his hand down under Red’s, grinning as he cupped the hard curve of his cock through his jeans. “Really fast,” he agreed, slamming the car in reverse, screeching them out of the parking lot and back out to the highway. Driving one-handed was a skill he’d picked up a long time ago; driving while horny, however, got him every time. Still, it wasn’t like he was completely helpless.

His thumb rubbed lightly along the outline of Redford’s dick. Jed glanced over at him, hungry for his reaction, wondering if he really could get him off before they’d even gotten home. It took some doing, but he managed to unbutton Red’s pants single-handed, groaning when he got his fingers wrapped around the heat and tight length of him, grinning when Redford mirrored his moan and pushed up against his hand. His boxers were shoved aside in favor of Jed grasping his gorgeous cock, thumb gently rubbing the head, fingertips dancing down to explore the fullness of him. “You’re big,” Jed moaned happily, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around him. “God, babe, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“That’s… good?” Redford blinked at him, dazed. Sprawled out in the passenger seat, rumpled and flushed, he didn’t seem to care that they were in the middle of traffic and could be seen. He was too busy trying to shove his pants down further so that Jed had more room. Which Jed definitely took advantage of, his hand running down to the thick base of his cock, thumb finding the sensitive vein on the underside, teasing him even harder.

Redford’s legs were spread, his eyes glazed, and Jed suddenly realized he was probably the first person to do this with him. This was the first time another’s hand had found all those secret places, had discovered just how warm his skin could be, how velvet smooth above all the hardness. He was gorgeous in his lust, and Jed stared at him, hand slowly caressing him, until the car behind him honked his horn and he jerked his head back toward the road with an oath.

“Yeah, sugar,” Jed said, need making his voice rough. “That is very good. I’m going to get you inside of me, and I’m never letting go.” Redford’s only reply was a quiet groan, a murmur of his name, and Jed couldn’t help the smug smirk that twitched at the edge of his lips. He’d already reduced Redford to incoherency.

Thank God they were close, because if he really was going to give Redford his first time in the front seat of some shitty station wagon—and like hell were they
moving
, so the location was pretty set—it wasn’t just going to be with his hand. Slamming the breaks on, Jed threw the car into park and reached under Redford’s seat to slide it all the way back. Luckily, he was fairly flexible. Crawling between Redford’s knees, kneeling on the floor, he happily got his first good look at him.

The flush from his cheeks had curled down his chest, disappearing under his shirt to show up again, swirling along his thighs. Jed bowed his head to lick the trail of it, broad strokes of his tongue tasting Red’s skin. His hand tightened slightly, stroking along the hot length of him, base to head. He wondered what Redford liked, if he’d ever touched himself like this, if he’d come thinking of someone else’s hand.

Kissing his way up the inner curve of Redford’s thigh, he watched his face, completely taken in by his reactions. The dark glaze of arousal had turned blue-gray eyes stormy. Red’s head was thrust back, lip caught between his teeth, little groans and whimpers shuddering through him. Nipping lightly at the crease of his leg, Jed turned to study his dick. It was gorgeously thick, long, and curved ever so slightly, and it was all his. For the moment, it was completely
his,
and Jed intended to enjoy every moment.

It started with his tongue gently teasing against the slit. He used both hands to wrap around him, feeling his erection twitch and harden as he slid his palms up and down. “Tell me if this is okay,” he murmured, eyes locked on his face. “I want to taste you, baby, please.”

It was evident then, that Redford really had never had sex, because he was wearing a look of utter shock that Jed’s tongue was going anywhere near his cock. “I—it’s—shouldn’t we move into the house?” he managed, and that definitely wasn’t a protest. “I want to touch you too.”

With a smirk, he reached up to take Redford’s hand, knowing exactly what he wanted. It was what they all wanted, really, and he very much didn’t mind it. He put Red’s hand on the back of his head, showing him how to guide him, before returning his attention to that gorgeous hunk of man meat he had laid out so temptingly. Pursing his lips over the head, he gently took in just a mouthful, just enough to hollow out his cheeks, to let Red get a sense of what was to come.

Lowering his head, he swallowed more of him, the tight flesh filling his mouth, bumping against the back of his throat. Jed’s tongue pressed lightly against the underside of his cock, lips stretched around him, and he pulled back slowly, eyes fixed on Redford’s. Here was where he figured it out, Jed knew. That dawning of realization, the heady rush of control—he’d seen it a thousand times before when the guy on top finally understood that he really was just a warm, wet hole for them to use. He wanted it that way.

Any minute now.

What happened instead was Redford grasping his arms, pulling him up onto the seat and kissing the hell out of him. A tentative hand settled on Jed’s thigh. “I couldn’t touch you when you were down there,” Redford explained in a murmur, and it was cramped as hell, but suddenly they were both sitting on the seat in a confusing tangle of limbs, facing each other, Redford kissing him like it was the main event.

Confused, Jed pulled back just enough to see Redford’s eyes, face tugged into a creased frown. “You… that was a blow job, Red. You’re not supposed to touch me. You’re just supposed to… you know. Get off.”

This was good too, though. Jed let his hand idle down the curve of Redford’s hip, running back to explore along his ass. They fell into another kiss, hungry and desperate, like they couldn’t get close enough. Jed gripped one ass cheek and used it to tug Redford in, his leg hitching around his waist, their hips grinding together to send little popping explosions of friction all along his spine.

“I don’t want to just ‘get off’,” Redford breathed against his lips. “I want us to… be together.” Struggling for the right words, he searched Jed’s eyes, smiling a little. “Maybe in your bed and not a cramped car seat.”

Stunned, Jed let his fingers trail along Redford’s jaw, following a path they already knew so well. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, a knot twisting in his stomach, a heat that had nothing at all to do with arousal. Kissing Redford again, so gentle this time that he ached with the contact, Jed helped him do up his pants. Tumbling out of the car, he straightened his shirt, running fingers through his hair and holding out his hand for him to take.