Living The Dream (5 page)

His cock ached, fighting to get to Went, to feel that touch.

"Too fucking many clothes." Went kept tugging ineffectually at his shorts.

"Uh-huh. I'll help."

Nodding, Went stood him up and together they got his shorts open and down over his bare feet. His prick popped out and Went grabbed it immediately. Went's hand was so hot, burning around his prick. Tugging him closer by his cock, Went licked at the tip.

"Oh, damn..." Chip's eyes crossed.

"Want you to ride me after," Went warned him before that hot mouth wrapped around his cockhead and sucked him right in.

"God, yes. As long as I can."

Popping off his cock, Went laughed again. "You think we can last until morning?"

"I think we can try."

"I think we have a moral imperative to try." Went teased the tip of his cock, tongue sliding back and forth across the slit.

Throat working, Chip let his head fall back. Humming, Went nibbled, like he was something delicious. Chip kept his eyes wide, not missing a second.

Licks and nibbles, Went was making him wait for that whole mouth, just teasing his flesh for now. He could totally handle that. Hell, he was into it. Make it last. Moving to the base of his cock, Went opened his mouth wide, and sucked just the base, fingers rolling his balls. That pulled, deep in his belly, making him ache.

Dragging his mouth all the way up along Chip's cock, Went left a damp trail behind him. Chip's legs pulled up like there was a string attached to them. Then Went took him in, sucking the head of his cock.

"Oh, more. More, beautiful." That felt so fucking good it almost hurt.

Tongue playing across his slit, Went sucked harder. He reached out, hand wrapping around Went's nape. The suction increased, Went taking him in a little deeper. His hips started sliding, moving up and up toward that amazing mouth and Went let him push, swallowing around the tip of his cock. The suction increased as he pulled out, like Went was trying to keep him in.

He saw sparkles lighting up behind his eyes. Hands wrapping around his hips, Went pulled him in, taking him deep into the pretty throat.

"Close!" he warned. "So close."

Went just sucked harder, pulling, demanding his orgasm. His balls drew up, aching for a moment before the tension released with a rush. Swallowing madly, Went drank him down, fingers digging into his ass as they pressed against him, held him close.

How the hell was he going to be able to let Went go?

Slowly, oh so slowly, Went pulled off him. Then Went tugged his shorts right down, helped him step out of them. "Gonna ride me now."

"Uh-huh. Until we can't move another inch."

Tearing open his own shorts, Went lifted up from his chair to drag them down his hips, take them off right off. "Come on."

He nodded and went, straddling his lover, aching for it.

"Still slick from this morning?" Went's fingers moved to his hole, pushed into him.

"Uh-huh." He clenched, began to move on Went's touch.

"Oh, damn. You're going to feel so good on my cock."

Chip could feel said cock, hot against his thigh. "That's the point. I have to make sure you remember me."

"I'm not ever going to forget you." Went's fingers went in deeper, hit his gland.

Chip arched, bowing above his lover. "Swear it."

"I swear I will never forget you. Ever." Went met his gaze, eye so serious.

"Good, because you're..." He shrugged. "You know."

Went's free hand went back behind his head, tugged him in for a hard, needy kiss. Yeah. Went knew.

The fingers opening him up disappeared, Went grabbing hold of his waist and guiding him to the heavy prick. He settled down, taking Went in.

"Oh. Damn. Fuck." Went moaned. "Chip."

"Uh-huh."

Went's mouth met his in a kiss, the hands around his waist, tugging him up, encouraging him to rise. Tugging him down, Went pushed up into him at the same time. His toes curled, body gripping tight. With Went guiding him, he rose and fell.

His world was in danger of losing one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He pushed the thought away, concentrating on how good this felt, how right, how wonderful.

Beginning to pant, Went moved him faster. He held on, kissing Went, balls tightening, wrinkling up. Went's moans filled his mouth, hips punching up into him.

He took every inch and begged for more. Went gave it to him, shifting and sending Went's hard prick even deeper. He was close, body aching, desperate to come again, more desperate for Went's orgasm. He could see it in Went's eyes, how close his beautiful lover was.

Bearing down, he tried to encourage Went over the edge.

"Chip!" Went bucked and filled the condom, face going slack.

Oh, that was what Chip wanted, that pleasure.

Eyes dropping closed, Went smiled. "Fuck, that was good."

"Uh-huh. Totally."

"Oh God, you!" Went's hand wrapped around his cock, began stroking him.

"I'm..." He was going to say he was good, but he didn't have to. His eyes crossed, his heart slamming.

Went's hand tightened, the strokes getting faster. Three strokes in, it was all over, and he shot hard enough that his bones rattled. Went's hand stayed on his cock, an arm going around his shoulders and tugging him in against Went's chest.

He leaned in, breathing Went in deep. They stayed just like that, Went still buried inside him and holding him close.

"Wish you could stay. Know you can't, but I wish you would."

"I have to go, Chip. I tell you what, though. For all I know the place blew up--I haven't checked my email in three days. If it has, I'll come back."

"Fair enough."

Went's smile was sad and he rested their foreheads together, feeding Chip little kisses.

It sucked, but it was what it was.

And they still had the rest of the night.

Went was fucking miserable. Three weeks had passed since his vacation and it was like it had never happened. He was stressed, overworked. He wasn't sleeping. His body hurt. The only lights had been the calls to Chip. He'd only managed a few. A week and a half off meant a ton of nights spent catching up and his time just hadn't been his own.

Tonight, though, he was home, in bed and it was only ten. Not too late to call and he didn't have to keep it short. He dialed, then listened to the ringing.
Come on, Chip. Pick up.
He didn't know what he was going to do if Chip didn't.

"'lo?" That voice was low, husky, perfect.

Went's whole body relaxed back against the pillows. "Chip."

"Hey beautiful. How goes it?"

Oh God. That voice just soothed him, all the way through. He actually had to blink away tears. "I miss you."

"Oh, dude. I'm going crazy. I just ski all the time."

"Yeah? You promise? No waiting tables and picking up random guests?"

"Nah. I gave that up a few weeks ago. I'm waiting for a certain guest to return."

He took a breath--now he could tease. "Do I know him?"

"Nope. He's totally into making love, totally into hot tubbing. Totally." Chip laughed for him and Went desperately wanted to see that smile.

He closed his eyes and he could see it in his mind's eyes. "Sounds like a dream life."

"Doesn't it?" Chip's voice dropped. "Can you come for Christmas, Went?"

"I'll make it happen." That was...fuck, months away. "I'll see what else I can swing."

"If I need to, I'll come to you."

"It won't come to that." He didn't want Chip to come here. He didn't want Chip to see him like this. Went didn't want to make Chip be in the city, away from his mountains and his joy. He needed Chip to be his hope.

"So if I was there, what would we be doing?" he asked.

"Right now? I'd be begging you for a hard fuck."

Went's prick perked right up, suddenly paying attention. God, he hadn't been hard since he'd come back and just knowing he could still get hard, just from a few words from Chip... "Mmm. And I'd be promising to give it to you."

"I'd love that. Nothing fancy, just you, your hands, your cock, your kisses."

Went stretched, hand drifting down to his prick, sliding on his muscles on the way there. "That works for me."

"Yeah." Chip sighed. "Do you have a house there?"

"A penthouse apartment. With a big bed you'd look fantastic on."

Chip chuckled softly. "Do you have a fabulous view?"

"Not as fabulous as yours and you can't see the stars at night."

"Oh, that's no fun. Did you eat supper?"

"Um..." Went honestly didn't know. And suddenly he wanted chocolate chip cookies in the worst way.

"Oh, you do need a keeper."

That had him chuckling. "You volunteering for the job?"

"Yeah. Yeah, dude. I totally am."

"Cool."

It was. Chip was cool and fun and he felt so good when he was there and he knew damn well it wasn't the place. It was the person. It was Chip.

"Tell me to quit being all mopey because you went away, beautiful."

"You can't be mopey, Chip--you're my happy place."

"Okay. I won't be mopey anymore."

"Good, good." He sighed, wishing things were different, wishing he and Chip were together. "You wanna have phone sex?" That was almost as good as the real thing, right?

"As in, hey watcha wearin'?"

"As in, I'm wearing a silk sheet. How about you?"

"Dude, I'm naked. All the way."

"Oh good, I love looking at that pert little ass of yours with its dragon inviting me to your hole." His cock twitched again and he gave it a pat. He wanted an orgasm, and he wanted it with Chip.

"Pert? I love it!" Chip cackled, the sound a bit like a huge bird. "I should get that inked on my butt."

"Only if you also get 'property of Wentworth Dawson' on it as well."

"Pert Property?"

They started laughing together, the happiness better than any kind of sex.

"Oh fuck, I lo--looking so forward to seeing you." Shit. Went loved Chip. Every fucking inch of the man.

"Yeah? I love you, too, man."

Oh.

"For real?" Or was he having insomniatic hallucinations or something?

"Yeah. Totally. I mean, like totally."

He laughed, his whole body suffused with something that felt like an orgasm, but wasn't. This went deeper. "Well, okay then." He could deal with pretty much anything, knowing that.

"Yeah. It's pretty damned okay."

He laughed again, his eyes closing and he just enjoyed the feelings inside him and having Chip on the phone with him.

Everything was going to be damned okay.

Chip looked at the snow, grumbling a little bit. He'd taken a tumble, broken his arm. It wasn't serious, hell, it wouldn't even keep him off the slopes for half a season, but still... Bored. He couldn't even call Went--his beautiful called him, when Went could. Which was next to never, damn it.

The knock to his door was loud and sudden enough it made him jump. Oh, maybe one of the guys had taken pity on him and come to hang. He hurried to the door, opened it up, hoping it was someone wanting to share an Irish coffee or three.

Went stood there, looking pale and exhausted, two huge suitcases next to him. "Hey, Chip."

"Went? Beautiful?" He stood back, holding the door open. "Come in. You look like hell. Come on. I'll make coffee." He wasn't sure what Went needed, but it didn't matter, they'd figure it out.

"I feel like hell. Life's looking up now, though." Went grabbed his suitcases and came in. Then stopped before he closed the door. "Before we go any farther. I sold the company and my apartment. So...uh. Honey, I'm home."

"No shit?" He grinned. "Cool. Come on in."

Sold his company. Huh. Chip bet Went felt lighter.

"So that's okay?" Went closed the door and wrapped him in a hug. "'Cause I really need somewhere to stay and I don't want it to be anywhere but here. No, I mean anywhere you are. It doesn't have to be here. It can be anywhere."

"Shh. We'll talk about it later. After coffee and hot tub, orgasms and signing my cast."

"And chocolate chip cookies?" Went didn't let go of him, if anything, the arms around him got tighter.

"God, yes, and the best macaroni and cheese on earth." And snowboarding, but that would have to wait a few weeks.

Went's smile was fucking beautiful. Then his man was kissing him and he knew Went was finally home.

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the
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A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working as a mechanic in a garage, having served in the army during the era of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and being raised by a fundamentalist-preacher stepfather who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he's learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.

Still, when a tall, dark, and handsome stud named Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang, Kendall can't help but look admiringly and longingly at the man, just a little. And when the flirtatious Barton not only looks back but eagerly invites him to explore his hidden desires, Kendall's whole world is turned upside-down.