Shifting Gears (Crossroads Series Book 2) (21 page)

“I’m not cute. Puppies are cute. I’m sexy as fuck.”

“Speaking of fucking…”

Landon tossed the shop rag from his lap at Rod. “You’re incorrigible. I’ll be inside in a bit. Don’t worry. I’ll have your ass tonight.”

“One of these days, I might want yours.”

Landon nodded. “And I’ll give it to you. Hell, you can have it tonight, if you want.”

“No. I want that thick cock of yours filling me tonight. Maybe round two. We can watch a movie in between!”

Jesus Christ, Rod and his fucking movies. “Whatever you say. But you need a new hobby.”

“Besides the fucking or the movies?”

“The movies. There can never be too much fucking. Now leave me alone so I can get this finished for you. I want you to go riding soon.”

“Yes, sir!” Rod saluted him and then walked away, Landon laughing as he went.

***

Rod loved showers, the feel of hot water beating down on his skin. When he had time, he often stayed in until the water began to turn cold, forcing him out.

With Landon in the garage working, he took care of what he needed to for their night, before jumping under the spray and letting himself relax. It had been one hell of a day, and while part of him wanted to run it through his head over and over until he could make sense of it, the other part of him knew it might never become clear to him, so he just needed to try and go with the flow.

So, that’s what he did. He cleaned up, and then got out and dried off. He must have been in the bathroom longer than he thought because by the time he got out, Landon was in the kitchen.

He looked up at Rod when he came in. “I’m hungry. Are you?”

Rod nodded. He hadn’t eaten since this morning. “Yeah, let me see what I have.” He opened the fridge and started moving things around inside. There was a package of Italian sausage on the rack. “I have sausage. We can make spaghetti.”

It was then that he felt Landon’s chest against his back, his swollen cock pressed against the crack of Rod’s ass. “Funny thing, I have sausage too.”

“You did not just say that.” Landon rolled his hips, pressing his hard shaft against Rod’s ass again and rubbing. “Oh fuck,” Rod added, his goddamned toes curling against the linoleum floor. Landon’s hands were there next, squeezing his cheeks as he pushed his dick against Rod’s crease.

“This ass of yours. I can’t get enough of it. Want my hands on it all the time. Why haven’t I tasted it yet?”

Rod’s knees nearly gave out beneath him. He loved being rimmed. Loved the feel of a hot, wet tongue licking and probing his hole. “I don’t know. Maybe you should get on that right now.”

Landon’s mouth came down on his neck. He bit into the muscle where Rod’s neck met his shoulders. There was a slight burn, and then he licked it, kissed it, making him shudder.

“Maybe I should.”

Rod gripped the door of the fridge, reminding him where he was standing. He closed it because it had to be all sorts of wrong to get his ass eaten while he stood in the open refrigerator. “The room…”

“Can’t wait. I’m suddenly fucking starving.”

A tingle raced down Rod’s spine. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah.

Landon wrapped his arms around Rod’s waist, pulling him flush against him, still fucking kissing his neck as he walked Rod to the table, a short distance away.

“Put your hands on the back of the chair.” Rod did, gripped it so hard his fingers hurt in anticipation of what Landon would give him.

He heard Landon’s knees hit the floor when he went down. Pushed his ass back toward him when Landon started to pull down his basketball shorts. He palmed the globes of Rod’s ass, squeezed them and then pulled them apart. “Spread your legs for me.” Rod did and Landon growled in response. Fucking growled. “Jesus, you have such a nice, tight hole. Your legs are shaking. You’re eager for my tongue, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Rod hissed out because he really fucking was. “You know I love my ass to be played with.”

“I do,” Landon replied, his voice hoarse with what sounded like lust. Rod wanted more of it.

“Shh, I need to concentrate. Wanna eat you until you’re out of your fucking mind.”

Rod already was, but he didn’t say that. He wanted more, wanted to be taken to the edge over and over before Landon finally let him careen over it.

When he felt the first wet lash of Landon’s tongue on his asshole, he nearly lost it right there. Rod gripped the chair tighter, bent over farther, giving his ass to Landon, who devoured it. He ran his tongue back and forth over Rod’s pucker. Each rasp of his tongue sent pleasure soaring through him. His whole body felt sensitive. He trembled, savoring the feel of Landon’s strong hands parting his cheeks and his skilled tongue licking him like his life depended on it.

“I’m leaking in my pants. I knew you’d taste like a fucking dream.” He ran his hands down Rod’s thighs. “I love this, hairy fucking men. So goddamn sexy.” And then he spread Rod’s cheeks again, his tongue probing at Rod’s asshole.

Rod looked down to see a string of pre-come a few inches long leaking from his dick. He reached down and wiped it. Was going to lick it off his own fingers, but then Landon said, “Don’t you fucking dare. That’s mine. Rub it on yourself.”

Jesus fucking Christ, the man was trying to kill him. Rod reached around, wiping the pre-come on his sensitive asshole, and then Landon went at him again, moaning as he ate Rod’s hole.

Rod held the base of his dick to keep himself from coming. “Fuck me. I need something inside of me.”

He heard Landon spit, and then what had to be two fingers pushing inside his hole. It was as though his body sighed in relief. He relaxed, savored the stretch of Landon’s fingers spreading him.

“Christ, that is sexy, watching your tight, greedy hole swallow my fingers. What else can I put in there? There were anal beads in your drawer. I want to play with you.”

“Anything,” Rod gasped out as he pushed backward, fucking himself on Landon’s fingers. “Anything you want.”

“Later. I can’t even make it to the room right now.”

Rod gasped when Landon pulled his fingers free…but then his tongue was there, pushing inside Rod’s hungry asshole.

It felt like everything.

It also wasn’t enough.

Landon licked up and down his crease, went between Rod’s legs and licked his taint. He felt Landon’s hot breath against his balls and nearly fucking lost it. “I need to come.”

“Jesus, me too. My nuts feel like they’re going to fucking explode. I don’t have condoms or lube out here, though, so we’re going to have to make do.” Landon licked him again, wetting his hole and the crease of his ass. He stood, pulled down his own pants, not even taking them all the way off. They rested below his ass, the denim rubbing the backs of Rod’s legs as Landon spit.

He rubbed his bare cock up and down the crease of Rod’s ass. “Jack off,” Landon told him, and Rod did, jerking his aching dick with strong pulls. “You’re so fucking sexy, I could come just like this. Just rubbing my prick against your ass and thinking about that hot, hole of yours.”

That was enough for Rod right there. He came in two long spurts, groaning out Landon’s name as he did. And then Landon’s hand was there, jerking with him, gathering up his come before his hand was gone. When Rod felt the slick rubbing of Landon’s shaft again, he knew he was using Rod’s spunk as lube.

Landon’s arms were around him, holding him as he thrust once, twice, three times and then hot jets of his come squirted onto Rod’s back and ass.

They both stood there, breathing heavily for a long moment before Landon said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that right now. I really did want to eat, but you looked so damn sexy, I couldn’t help it. Everything about you is addictive. I can’t get enough.”

The words filled Rod’s chest. Made a home there, pushing blood through his heart. He wanted what Landon said to be true. “Then why are you apologizing? That was…” Incredible. Different. Every-fucking-thing. “Hot.” Did he really just settle on hot?

Landon chuckled. “You can say that again. Take another shower with me, then we can make some dinner and eat.”

The fullness in his chest spread out, filled him. “Okay…yeah, that sounds good.”

It sounded better than fucking good.

“Holy shit. I think I’m in love. Mind if I move into your spare bedroom?” Landon looked around Bryce’s set up in his garage. The space was a wet dream come true. He had three bikes, two of his own and one he apparently bought to fix up. It looked like a mini shop with everything you’d need to sit and play with bikes all day. Bryce lived in motorcycle heaven.

“Beautiful isn’t it? When Nick and I first moved in, and I finished the garage, I slept out here. Jacked off twice to the scent and visual of tools, bikes, and all that fucking metal. Nick epoxied the floor for me as a surprise.”

Landon had no idea if Bryce was serious about the jerking off thing, and he didn’t care. Hell, if Bryce wasn’t here, he just might have to rub one out himself. It was incredible. He wanted his own set up like this. “I was serious. I’m moving in. I do dishes.”

“You do?” Rod cut in. “Why haven’t I seen that yet?”

Landon wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulled him close and kissed his forehead. “I washed dishes this morning.” He’d spent the last week at Rod’s place. When his mom was home, he sometimes went and spent a few hours with her between the time he got off work at the shop and Rod was finished at the store, but he always ended up at Rod’s at some point. He liked sharing a bed with the man. Liked being able to fuck him every night, to watch movies with him, and talk to him, so that’s what he did.

“You’re right. I’ll have to find something else to complain about then.”

“Do you want to borrow some of the annoying habits Bryce has?” Nick asked, and all four men laughed.

They finished their tour of Bryce’s garage before they made their way back into the house.

“I got steaks. They’ve been marinating all night. Bryce is going to throw them on the grill in a bit. I made some pasta salad as well. I hope that’s okay.” Nick looked over his shoulder as they walked.

“When he says pasta salad, he’s not talking about that shit most people make. Nick has his own recipe. It’s fucking incredible just like everything he makes. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten fat yet.” Bryce put his hands on Nick’s shoulders and squeezed. “It’ll be good. You guys will love it.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I’ll eat anything,” Landon replied. When he rubbed his thumb against fabric, Landon realized he had his hand on Rod’s back. That he’d reached out and touched him the same way maybe Nick and Bryce would do. It wasn’t something he’d ever really done, just hold someone like that or to touch them for no reason, but now it was a reflex when it came to Rod.

They went to the living room and hung out for a while, before Bryce announced that it was time to put the steaks on, so they made their way to the backyard. It was a beautiful yard, with a large deck and two outdoor tables. “Think you have enough space?” Landon nodded toward the tables.

“We both have big families,” Bryce replied and it reminded Landon of what Bryce had said about one of Nick’s sisters before. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to ask about it. He wanted to now, but wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. If things hadn’t gone well, he didn’t want to bring up the painful memory.

“How are things going with that, by the way?” Rod asked, looking at Nick with a sad smile.

“Okay. I saw my sister Michelle, once back at the beginning of the summer. It was the first time I met her youngest child. I’ve tried a couple times since, but she always makes up an excuse. It’s a start, I guess.”

Landon could see the tension in Bryce as Nick spoke. It killed him that Nick was going through the situation, that much was obvious. Landon couldn’t fathom what that was like, how it would feel not to have support that way. His heart went out to Nick and Rod both, because he knew Rod had suffered more than he’d told Landon about as well.

“It’ll get better. I know it, but Christ it pisses me the fuck off.” Bryce’s hands were in tight fists as he spoke. “Nick is the best person I know. Don’t like me. Don’t be around me. That’s fine, but not him. That is not fucking fine with me. Anyone who doesn’t want to spend every fucking second with Nick can’t know him, not the way I do.”

Landon could feel the passion in Bryce’s words, feel the love that dripped from them, the love that gave them life. Jesus, to feel that…to have that…he looked over at Rod who sat in one of the chairs. He was looking toward the back of the yard, away from them all.

“Hey,” he heard Nick say to Bryce, but Landon kept his eyes on Rod. “We’re good. It’ll all be okay somehow. All I know is I have you and I wouldn’t change that for anything. I don’t want anything to do with someone who doesn’t see how incredible you are or how our love is the realest fucking love there is.”

At that Rod looked up and turned toward Landon. He was transfixed with him, with the way Rod’s serious blue eyes held him. He put on a front for the world. Landon saw that. Not that he didn’t like to laugh and have fun, but he had buried pain that he only showed in glimpses like he did now. They hid in the shadows of his normally happy eyes, and Landon felt the need inside him build. The need to evict anything that had ever hurt Rod from his memories and to leave nothing but happiness in their wake. He wanted to protect him and care for him, and let Rod do the same things for him. He wanted Rod to prove his past thoughts to be false. Wanted Rod to show him how to not be afraid to love. Wanted Rod to show him people could be happy, that maybe they could be happy together.