Real World, page 4
part #2 of Love is Blind Series
“Uh-huh. Help me out, huh?” He thrust his hips forward, wanting Weldon to touch everything.
“My pleasure.” Weldon eased his zipper down, pushed his jeans over his ass, the touch gentle as all get-out.
“Oh, God.” Just the air hitting his dick made him dance a little.
Weldon inhaled, sucking in air like a drowning man as he reached for Dan’s dick, fingers wrapping around it. “You smell good.”
“You feel amazing.” Dan arched, his back protesting a little at how quickly he moved. That was what he got for crawling around on the floor like a teenager.
One of Weldon’s hands landed on the small of his back, supporting him, holding him up. So fucking responsive, this guy. So ready to give.
Dan bent back the other way, taking a kiss from that hot mouth, wanting to taste everything while Weldon worked his prick, up and down, fingers squeezing tight. He could do this all night if there was any way he could last that long, but Dan knew he’d go off soon like fireworks.
“Come on, honey. We’ll do a long, lazy second inning.”
Dan nodded, panting, hips sawing back and forth. “Sounds… sounds great.” His balls drew up, and all he needed was one more little something.
Weldon dragged one fingertip over the slit of his cock, pushing in and touching hard.
Boom. Dan lost it, his body jerking back and forth, his balls emptying. Oh, God, it had been too long since he’d had more than a furtive jack off session.
Weldon gentled his touch immediately, just holding him, holding on. They leaned on one another, both breathing hard, until Dan chuckled and danced Weldon toward the bed. They had drinks and stuff in the bags from the CVS, too.
They stumbled with their loose jeans, and they both had boots to toe off. God, this whole getting naked thing shouldn’t be so fucking complicated. This was about as sexy as a landed fish, flopping around.
Good thing Weldon had a fine sense of humor, laughing when they tumbled over.
Together they managed to get bare, and they leaned toward one another, both of them looking their fill. Weldon was lean, covered in muscles that didn’t look like they came from the gym.
“You work hard,” Dan murmured, tracing a thin line of scar running up Weldon’s forearm.
“It’s a good job. I like working with my hands.”
“Well, it’s a great look for you too.” Dan nuzzled at Weldon’s throat, taking in his scent.
Oh. Oh, he liked the way Weldon’s belly drew in, the way that the man shivered. He had to kiss that, as well, so Dan slid down, licking a path over Weldon’s right nipple.
“Damn.” The single word was whispered, so softly.
“You okay?” Not that the once more rising cock didn’t tell him Weldon was just fine. Dan did like to hear people were enjoying themselves.
“I’m better than okay, honey. You… you make me stupid.”
“Nah. I make you horny.” He winked up, then turned to nibble on one lean hip.
“Yeah, that too.” Weldon reached down and stroked his eyebrow, traced a line along the side of his face.
They needed to touch like that, to learn what felt good. He stroked Weldon’s thighs, the golden hairs there catching on his calluses and Weldon goose pimpled up for him.
That skin fascinated him. Dan couldn’t ever remember being so into someone. Must be the end of the longest drought ever. He loved all the little imperfections, all the character carved into Weldon’s body.
His mouth went a little dry, the luxury of this almost more than he could bear.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever done this in a bed.” Dan grinned at Weldon.
Weldon’s chuckle suited him to the bone. “I love the whole locked door concept.”
“I bet. Leads to far less rush and way more privacy.” Now, where did he want to attack next?
“Mmmhmm.” Weldon watched him like a damn hawk. “You make it feel…. Shit, I don’t know. Like you’re into me.”
“I am.” Dan kissed one nipple. “You’re hot as fire, man.”
“Yeah.” Weldon tugged him up and laid one on him, tongue pushing into his lips, giving him no quarter. The heat between them flared up another notch, a shot of pure need.
Dan swore he could feel each and every one of Weldon’s fingers where they rested on his ass. His skin felt so sensitized, every little touch making him twist and moan.
Weldon found his ear with his lips, traced the shell with the tip of his tongue. That should have seemed weird, but it made Dan shiver.
He touched in return, stroking Weldon’s flat belly, muscles moving under the skin with every glide of his fingers. Weldon moaned, and the air that brushed against his throat made him goosepimple up.
Christ on a sparkly pink crutch, that was fine.
They rubbed all up on each other, shifting until Dan was on the bottom, Weldon straddling his thighs and exploring.
Feeling the pressure of Weldon on his legs, the way Weldon’s fingers felt on his nipples, and the amazing stunning visual of naked hard body above him, Dan was in heaven. He grabbed Weldon’s butt and rocked, humming deep in his throat. “More.”
“More of this?” Weldon pinched his nips a little harder.
Dan’s cock jerked, and he panted. “Hell, yes.”
Weldon’s grin was pure-D evil, but the tug to Dan’s nipples was everything good in the world.
He jerked, dancing for Weldon. “That’s… nipples are a strange thing, huh?”
“I tell you what.” Weldon winked down at him, those blue eyes dancing with amusement. Shit, he could get used to this, yes sir. Weldon had this way about him, a sense of joy that Dan needed in his life.
Why did the man have to have so many offspring?
Okay, whoa. This was naked time. No heavy thoughts. Naked. Time.
Cocks.
Balls.
Asses.
Dan stroked down over Weldon’s butt to his balls, in fact, grazing the sac with his fingertips. Some guys didn’t like too much pressure. That earned him a sweet, low sound, and Weldon leaned forward to kiss him again.
“Mmm.” He hummed into the kiss, exploring the tight strip of skin between balls and ass. Someone was sensitive as fuck right there, the touches making Weldon jump and jerk.
Dan grinned. Oh, yeah. He did love a hot spot. He pressed hard there, knowing he would zing the gland from the outside.
“Fuck.” Weldon jerked, cock leaking against his belly.
“I like how you like that.” Dan watched Weldon rock above him, the red cheeks and unfocused eyes sexy as all fuck.
“Uhn.” Now there was a grand noise. Dan approved.
“What do you want, honey?” he finally asked because he was getting a little desperate.
“You. Is that okay? I mean, if I ride you?” Suddenly Weldon looked so young, as if his years and experience meant nothing in the face of their pleasure.
“More than. We got all the stuff.”
“Yeah, might as well get our money’s worth.”
“You know it. Grab the lube, will you. I can’t wait to feel you from the inside.”
“You got it.” Weldon crawled off him and grabbed the fallen bags, pulling out lube and rubbers both.
Dan took the little tube when Weldon handed it over, popping the top to wet three fingers. When Weldon slid back into place atop him, Dan pressed one finger between Weldon’s ass cheeks. The tiny ring of muscle was tight, but Weldon pushed back against him, letting him in.
His finger slipped in and Dan held it there for a moment, letting Weldon adjust. His new lover panted, watching him with hungry eyes. Yeah, he wanted this so badly, wanted Weldon pushing down around his dick. Just the thought had him groaning and pressing in a little harder, a little deeper. A little more.
Then Weldon began riding his finger, rising up and falling down. That was a sure sign the pressure had eased, so Dan inserted a second.
“Oh. Oh, damn.” Weldon’s eyes crossed and that sweet ring of muscles tightened around him.
“Uh-huh. Tight, honey. Can’t wait to be in there when you do that on my cock.”
“Uh. Uh-huh. Damn. Damn, that’s good.” Oh, incoherence. How cool was that?
Dan grinned, his dick brushing Weldon’s balls, making a whole new level of friction. They were getting a little sweaty down there, but it just eased the chafing some. No one wanted road rash on their privates.
He shook his head at himself. He needed in, wanted to feel Weldon all around him instead of contemplating rashes, for Chrissake.
Dan tugged his fingers free. “Glove me up?”
“My pleasure.” Weldon gave Dan a confident smile, but the man’s hands were trembling as he opened the packet.
“You good?” Dan asked. He sure hoped Weldon shook from excitement.
“Fuck yeah. Just hoping I don’t shoot like a teenager.”
“I hear you.” Dan felt the pressure in his lower belly, in his thighs.
“I guess if we both do, it’s okay. We’ll pretend we meant to.” Weldon began to ease the rubber down, to cover Dan’s needy cock.
The slide of latex against his flesh gave him some control back, and Dan helped Weldon out, too. He grabbed those swinging balls and tugged them down and away from Weldon’s cock, admiring how that made Weldon arch.
Pretty.
Then Dan locked his hands around Weldon’s hips, lifting so he could raise Weldon up, then lower him back down. Right on Dan’s dick.
“Oh.” The single surprise word dissolved into a low groan as Weldon began to stretch around him.
They eased together, and Dan gritted his teeth at the need to slam into Weldon, to take and take. He couldn’t; Weldon wasn’t ready. Damn, he wanted to, though.
Panting harder, he worked his hips in shallow motions, opening up that tight passage for the ride to come. Slow and steady.
Of course, Weldon leaned in, braced his hands on Dan’s chest and bore down, taking him in right to the last inch, ass sealed against the cradle of his hips.
“Oh fuck.” Dan arched, keeping the motion in his upper body all he could. “Weldon.”
“Uh-huh.” Weldon’s head bobbed, the motion less a nod than an overwhelmed swing.
“Need to move soon.” His fingers would leave bruises on Weldon’s hips, but Dan couldn’t make himself let go. The heat around his cock threatened to burn him alive.
He got a grunt, which he took as an agreement because Weldon began to move, up and down, nice and easy. Way too slowly, but that was okay. At least they had pressure. Sensation.
Heat.
All the good things.
It took a minute to find a rhythm, but it happened, Weldon dancing above him sweet as could be. Dan worked his body, sweat beading up on his skin. Weldon leaned both hands against Dan’s chest, palms against his nipples, making Dan cry out.
“Yeah.”
They both went into grunt and click mode, which worked, because it was too good for words. Dan watched Weldon, touched him when he could pry one hand off that lean hip. They got going faster, their need too deep and strong to hold back.
“Shit. Don’t stop, man.”
No. No, he didn’t intend to stop. In fact, he worked harder, his hips rising and falling, everything but his shoulders and upper back leaving the mattress.
Weldon curved above him, riding him like he was a prize pony at the fair, the man’s body tight as a fist around him. Every time Weldon so much as breathed those inner muscles squeezed down, and Dan was about to go off like Old Faithful.
He started tugging hard, needed to feel it, to feel Weldon shoot over his belly, all around his cock.
“Come on, honey,” Dan said. “We can go over together, huh? Really let loose.”
“Yeah. Please. Please, Dan.” Jesus, the plea in Weldon’s voice was the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
“I go you. I do.” He stroked Weldon’s cock, losing all his finesse. He sawed up and down, reaching with every part of him for that brass ring.
His toes curled, his head came up off the pillow again and he grunted, so close it hurt. His balls drew up, and he slapped Weldon’s hip, knowing the sting would push the man to come. Well, he hoped.
Might get him punched in the face. You never knew.
Weldon cried out and shot, heat landing on his belly. That hard body bucked against his, muscles standing out in sharp relief.
Dan grunted, watching as long as he could. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and came hard, his breath leaving him in a huff.
Weldon rode for another minute or so, then eased down to kiss his chin.
Yum. Dan chuckled, a tiny puff of sound. “Damn, honey. Happy New Year.”
“No shit on that. Best one in ages.”
“Me too.” Dan snuggled down a little after he dealt with the condom, wanting to just hold on for a bit. Weldon seemed more than willing to handle that, resting against him with a soft little sigh.
They could hide from the real world, just for a while. Right?
It was a holiday, after all. A worldwide party.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to admit this would never work and have the awkward weirdness.
4
“Jesus Christ, Maddie, can you reach Caleb and take whatever the hell that is out of his hand? Did your grandparents force-feed you guys pancakes and syrup or something?”
Jakob snorted, his oldest boy grinning like a monkey. “French toast. Gran had to change Caleb twice.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, low enough that Jakob heard, but no one else.
“Got it, Daddy.”
He totally could have guessed that, given the way that his youngest began to scream like Maddie’d pinched him. His head hurt already, and that siren wail was not helping.
“Did you drink a lot last night, Dad? Did you party?” Jakob was so fucking curious, so clever.
“I had two beers and listened to a lot of music. Y’all would have liked the music. Mr. Dix played and played.”
“Was Randi there?” Em asked, and he shook his head.
“No, kiddo. She was at her grandparents like you were.”
“Can she come spend the night with us tonight?”
“I’ll have to see. We have to go see your granny after this.”
“Yay!” Another nation heard from, his MacKenzie always ready to go and have someone else love her.
“Tell me what Dixon played, Dad.” Jakob loved his blues.
“Guitar,” he teased.
“Dad!”
“It was mostly experimental doodly-doo sort of stuff, but musical.”
Jakob rolled his eyes. At least he was fairly sure that was what that expression was supposed to be. Sometimes Jakob resembled every other teenager on earth just because some things were universal. Other times you could tell he’d never seen someone make that face. “Did you like it?”
He gave that the thought it deserved. “I wanted to and intellectually, sure, but… I admit, I was happy when they started playing New Orleans style stuff.”
“You are a traditionalist.”
“Caleb will you hush!” He hated snapping at the baby, but God, those crocodile tears….
Emma and MacKenzie stared at him, but Caleb stopped wailing and Maddie applauded.
“Good job, Daddy-O.”
“Don’t make me kill you, girl.”
“Promises, promises.” She cackled. Lord, she was like her momma.
He hoped she didn’t kill him through high school. Krista’d been a wild child until she was grown. Maddie had the potential to be crazy making.
“Daddy, will there be cookies?” Emma asked. She’d recently developed a cookie obsession.
“This is Dix and Audie’s house. Have you ever known them not to have…. Shit. Does anyone remember what we were supposed to bring?” The night with Dan had made him addlepated.
“Cokes and chips or crackers. Something to have with cheeseball,” Jakob said promptly. “You said we’d stop at the HEB.”
“Thank you.” He rolled his eyes at himself. “I’m not used to being awake after ten thirty.”
“God, Daddy,” Maddie said. “You’re old.”
“Ancient,” he agreed. “Fixing to rot.”
“Ewwww!” MacKenzie yelled, which set Caleb off again.
“Oh, jeez.”
“I got it, Daddy.” Maddie popped a video in the player. “Caleb, look! Minions!”
Caleb sniffled. “Be-doh, be-doh.”
“King Bob!” The kids all shouted it together, and Weldon laughed. They might make it to Dixon’s without his head exploding.
He pulled into the HEB and ran in—grabbed Doritos, Lays, french onion dip, Sprite and Coke, and cupcakes, along with a shitload of crayons and colors for the younger set. Ta-da.
“Everyone still alive?” he asked when he got back. He opened a small bottle of water and popped some Tylenol.
“That’s the theory, although Em might be pretending to be Kenzie.”
He counted heads. “No, we’re all here.”
“Excellent.” Jakob said. “MacKenzie is pretty cool.”
Kenzie beamed, bounced a little. She did idolize her big brother. Weldon got it. Jakob was a star.
Jakob was his hero.
They pulled up to Audie’s ranch, Grainger and Randi in the fenced front yard playing football. They were pretty evenly matched in size and weight, the biggest difference Randi’s long bright red pigtails.
“Can I go play?” Emma asked.
“Sure, kiddo. Kenzie, can you grab the cupcakes?” MacKenzie would want to play too, and it would get too rough for her, he knew.
She gave the group a longing glance, but nodded. “Am I ever going to get big, Daddy?”
“Oh, honey. It’ll happen.”
Jakob snorted. “At least you can catch a ball, kiddo. Come on, Pepper. Let’s go see Boomer.”
“Be nice, Jakob.” Like Jakob hadn’t played every kind of ball known to blind man. He grabbed Caleb and as many bags as he could. “Maddie, help me out.”
“Yes, sir.”
They all trooped to the house, a chorus of barks meeting them. Dix’s blind dog Boomer was well behaved, but the ranch dogs were crazy.
“Hey, y’all. Happy New Year!” He looked for Dan. He wanted to… hell, he didn’t know, introduce Dan to his kids, say, see? They’re not bad children.
