September 5, 2008

Post Rodeo by BA Tortuga

"What floor are you on, darlin'?" Brandon's eyes were on his hips, he *knew* it.

They were wiggling a little, bouncing to the beat in his head, and he just loved that Brandon was aware of it. "Eighteen."

"Yeah? They musta got us a little block of rooms." Brandon pushed the button and leaned back against the elevator wall, shoulders rolling.

"Something." No, he hadn't switched rooms with Hal and Baker just to be on the same floor. Nope. Not a bit. "So, do you have a whirlpool tub?"

"I do. I may just get in it and stay until tomorrow."

Shit. There went him inviting poor, sore Brandon to use his... Stone sighed, waiting for Brandon to open the door so the man could run if he wanted. Then he made his play.

"I could join you."

"Oh, darlin'. You don't have one? I bet you're sore, with all that shaking and moving and stuff. Come on in."

Okay. He could go with that. Stone bebopped right in, noting how freakishly neat things were. Oh, thank God Brandon hadn't come to his room. He was a wreck. "Thanks, Brandon. Did you get robes, or do I have to go with a towel?"

"You can have the robe." Brandon headed over to the closet, pulling the big fluffy thing out. Stone noted that the robe was held in front of Brandon's crotch. Carefully held.

Score.

"Oh, I can wait on the robe until I'm all clean." Giving Brandon another smile, Stone stripped off his shirt. "Hey, we could take a shower, get the grime off before we fire up the tub."

Brandon blinked at him just a second, before shaking himself, cheeks heating. "Sure. Sure, you go ahead, darlin'."

"You don't want to come?" he asked, and he didn't have to fake his disappointment at all.

"I. Uh. Stone, darlin'. I. That prob'ly ain't wise of me, huh?" Those big, scarred hands were cupped over Brandon's cock, held so careful.

He almost felt bad for making Brandon so uncomfortable. Almost, but not enough to stop. Not when he could just see... Stone stepped closer, letting Brandon feel the heat of his bare chest. "I'm not always about wise, Brandon."

Oh, fuck him raw. That moan was better than he'd dreamed it would be. "I don't want you to think I'm a... a bad guy, darlin'. I surely don't."

"Why would I think that? I'm an adult, Brandon. I'm not that much younger than you, eh?" Really, you'd think Brandon was ninety.

"Younger enough."

"Brandon." Going for desperation, Stone reached down and covered Brandon's hands with one of his, pressing against the hardness beneath. "You're not too old for me."

"Oh..." Brandon's nostrils flared, the man taking a step closer.

Closer.

Hot damn.

"You'd best be sure, Stone."

"I've been waiting for *ages*, Brandon." His other hand slid up Brandon's arm, landing on one strong shoulder, his fingers just stroking lightly.

"Sweet Jesus." Brandon stared right into him, those green eyes burning into him, looking right down into his brain. Then Brandon's hand slid out of the way, that denim-covered bulge right there against his palm.

All of his flippancy and bouncing and nerves just went away, and Stone squeezed. "Oh, you're hot. I can feel..."

Brandon's eyes rolled a little, hands creaking as they opened and closed, over and over. "Yeah."

"Can I?" His fingers curled up, moving right to the tab of Brandon's zipper, pulling it down gently. Now he could smell, too, and it made his mouth water. Heat and sweat, all man.

That heavy cock pushed at the briefs that kept it hidden, a wet spot already forming at the tip.

Licking his lips, Stone pushed the fabric down, still holding onto Brandon's shoulder for balance. His world was just spinning, man. Faster and faster. Finally. Oh, God.

"Stone..." Brandon swallowed hard, fingers wrapping around his wrist. No. No, don't stop now. "Be sure, Stone. I. I've had my eye on you, even when I shouldn't."

Sure? He'd been sure for oh... years. Smiling, he leaned up and kissed the corner of Brandon's mouth. "I'm sure. I'll show you."

Pushing Brandon back against the bathroom door, Stone slithered to his knees, pulling Brandon's cock the rest of the way out to stare at it like a starving man at a three day feast.

Thick, stock, heavy - just like the man himself. Brandon was hard and ready, the tip wet and leaking for him.

He closed his eyes and moaned, thanking whatever universal forces he could think of. Then he leaned forward and licked, one long stroke across the head of that beautiful cock.

"Stone." Oh, yeah. Someone was *so* with him.

"Mmmhmm." He was good at this. Or so he'd been told. Stone wrapped his lips around Brandon and sucked, his tongue working the slit. Oh, fuck him. That was perfect.

Stone had guessed that Brandon would move carefully, just a little stiff. He'd guessed that Brandon would be hot, would be focused. He wouldn't have guessed that Brandon would be vocal, would moan and gasp and just let him know how goddamn good it was.

So salty and deep and rich... He could do this forever. Pulling strongly, he grabbed Brandon's hips, holding the man steady while he went to town.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Stone. Your mouth, honey. I..." One hand landed on his head, fingers pushing through his hair.

Licking all the way down, Stone breathed through his nose and went all the way to the base, lips sealing right there.

Those strong, muscled thighs went tight-tight, a deep groan filling the air as Brandon came for him - hot and salty and all male. When he'd licked the man clean, Stone sort of rested his cheek against Brandon's belly, smiling like an idiot, just wanting to hold on. Oh, he was hard as frozen rope, but he could wait and savor this.

"You. You..." Brandon's hand wrapped around his chin, tilted his head so that their eyes met. "Look at you."

He got a smile that burned him, head to toe.

"Can you, uh, do something more than look? I'm. I need." Shit, he couldn't get the words out.

Brandon blinked, then laughed, good and hard. "I bet I can remember how this works."

Those big old rope-scarred, calf wrestling hands pushed under his arms and up he went, just like he didn't weigh a thing.

Now it was his turn to blink. Then laugh. "Hi."

"Hey." Brandon's mouth crashed down on his like a lead balloon, even as those hands slid down to grab his ass and pull him in tight-tight.

Fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, God. If he had his mouth he'd be babbling. Thank God someone was kissing him like there was no tomorrow, like Brandon couldn't stand to let go. He wrapped around that solid body and humped a little, kissing right back. Brandon's hands did nothing but help, rubbing him up against all those stiff muscles while that tongue took his mouth like nothing he'd ever had. Fuck him, yeah.

Stone got his cock in a good place against Brandon's hip and pushed, feeling like he was climbing a mountain.

"Mmm. Yeah." Brandon got his fly open, holding him up with one hand. Oh. Skin on skin. Better.

Brandon's hand felt almost like sandpaper, it was so rough. The scars and lines and the strength of that hand almost had him coming before they got started. Stone wanted just a little more, though. Brandon spread a little, leaned back, and that gave him more - more skin, more strength, more of Brandon to rub and rock against.

His hips rocked, his cock hot as fire, and Stone figured he wasn't gonna last near as long as he wanted. The man just flat out did it for him.

"Damn, honey. Come on. Lemme see." Brandon's fingers trailed along the crease of his ass, making all sort of promises.

"O-okay..." His head fell back, his butt pushed up, and Stone came hard enough to see stars, his whole body shaking. Damn.

He never slipped, never slid down. Brandon just held him up through the whole thing.

"Wow." Maybe it was a pale word for a dream come true, but it was the best he could manage. "Now we really need a shower."

"Uh-huh. Tell me you like it hot."

"I do. Blistering." See? They had a lot in common. They really did. He slid down and found his feet, his head a little spinny.

"Good." Brandon nodded, held onto him until his got his balance. "Real good."

"You know it, sugar. Better than I could even imagine."

He couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

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