Real World, page 12
Problem was, Dan didn’t want to go away. Weldon kept looking at him like he was a magical animal, like he was a nummy treat.
That worked for him. Damn, the man was fun, funny, and sexy. Little and compact with a hard body that wouldn’t quit and an obvious lust for touch that was appealing as fuck.
Dan shook his head, feeling unbalanced. He wanted Weldon, but he wasn’t sure that was fair, and he felt as though the seesaw wasn’t fair to anyone.
“You okay, honey?” Weldon whispered. Caleb—the littlest of the towheaded kids—was sound asleep on his daddy’s shoulder, thumb in his mouth.
“I am. Am I frowning?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Just thinking hard, I guess. You get me all worked up.”
Weldon’s lips quirked, and the expression was possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Is that bad?”
“No?” Dan laughed softly. “I have no idea.”
“Yeah. I’m going to put Caleb down so I can tell all y’all good-bye. I know the little ones have school in the morning.”
“Okay, babe. Holler if you need help.” Dan watched Weldon leave the room before wandering about, picking up stray toys and cups.
Maddie came over, offered him a half grin. “You don’t have to do dishes, Mr. Dan. I can.”
Lord, how old had she been when Weldon’s wife passed away? How long had she been helping out her dad?
“I don’t mind a bit, kiddo.” He spread his hands. “I’m willing to dry, though.”
“Cool. Jakob asked me to take his turn today, and he’ll do laundry instead. Dishes are way cooler.”
“I bet they’re harder for him, though, huh?” He knew Dix would much rather do laundry now that color-safe detergent was a thing.
“Nah. Daddy says chores are for everybody and excuses are for pussies and he isn’t raising any of those.”
“I like it.” He winked, and Maddie began washing cups. The dishwasher was on load two.
Grainger and Emma and Randi were putting the Clue game away, Kenzie was in the tub, and Jakob had disappeared hours ago when Weldon had made it clear that the grownups were not giving him Dix to jam with.
Dan had the feeling he was listening to music and all in his room. Maybe chatting with buddies. Jakob seemed very attached to his laptop.
“So did you like being a soldier? My Uncle Frankie was in the Marines. I only remember him a little bit.”
“I did like it. I got out because I was missing something, but I liked my work.” She was a doll baby, this one.
“Oh. I told Daddy I might be in the ROTC. I might like it. He said he thought I could try it.” She looked so serious, so mature.
“Hmm. What does your school offer?”
“There’s a new Air Force one, when I get into high school. I like blue.”
“That would be a great choice for you.” As much as he loved the Army, Dan was no recruiter. He thought parents needed to have serious talks with their kids about joining up in the climate of the world these days.
“Yeah. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll join choir instead. Daddy says I have lots of time.”
“You totally do.” Dan was finding that with Maddie all he had to do was smile and nod. She was happy to jabber and then settle into her work.
Weldon wandered back out a bit later. “Hey. Caleb is snoozing.”
“Good deal.” Dan dried off the last dish, and Audie appeared.
“Hey, man. We’re heading out so that we can get ready for school tomorrow. You need directions on how to get home from here?”
“Nah. I have the GPS.” Dan glanced sideways at Weldon. “You mind if I hang out, get over that last beer I had?”
“You’re welcome to stay.” And didn’t those four words have a wealth of meaning in them?
His heartbeat kicked into high gear, and his body went on alert. Bang. “Thanks.” Dan nodded at Audie. “Don’t worry on me.”
“Good deal. You need any help cleaning up?”
Weldon shook his head and shot Audie a grin. “No, man. I’m good, and I need to get Em in the tub. You know she’ll be waiting for Randi to go.”
“Shit. Oops.” Audie winked at Maddie. “Don’t tell on me.”
“No, sir.” Maddie’s cheeks were bright red, and he felt sorry for the girl. Of course, Audie was a perfect adult for a first crush—gentle, sensitive, and totally queer.
“Thanks. Okay. Homeward!” Audie shook Weldon’s hand before kissing Maddie’s hair. “Dix! Round it up!”
“Come on, y’all. Time to put this old dad to bed. Tomorrow is going to come early.” Dixon looked stupidly happy, helping put on coats, whistling for Boomer.
Poor Grainger looked half-asleep. Randi was more…. Well, not whiny, but not so much ready to leave. Audie steered her firmly toward the door.
“Bye, Emma! You should be in my school!” she called, and Dixon and Audie both shuddered. Weldon cracked up.
“Night, y’all!” Audie said with one last wave, and then the house was oddly quiet.
“Emma, head to your bath. Maddie, thanks for your help, honey.”
“You’re welcome, Daddy. Can I watch TV on my tablet?”
“Surely can. Can you make sure Kenzie’s still in bed?”
“Yessir.” Maddie waved at him, and off she went.
Weldon chuckled. “Alone at last.”
“Yeah. The house held up very well, huh?”
“It’s kid friendly.”
Dan nodded. That it was, but he had to admit, it looked and felt homey, not like total chaos. “It’s a good spot.”
“Thank you.” Weldon grabbed a cookie from the platter and leaned against the pass-through. “You should have seen it when we bought it. It was the kitchen, the front room, and a half bath.”
“Y’all fixed it up together?” He felt odd asking about Weldon’s wife, but he would feel even more strange not talking about her. He knew from Randi that it hurt when you pretended someone never existed. Dan had made the mistake of doing that about her dad, Ron. Audie was so much smarter than Dan; he’d never done that.
“I did it with my dad and her dad. Krista was a ranch girl, but not much for building stuff, and the smell of sawdust made her sneeze. She loved to cook; she was a wiz at the books, that sort of thing.”
“Ah. I bet she did a lot of the choosing of finishes and stuff, though.” Girls did that, right?
“The kitchen was all hers, but that was the big one. The rest was built as we went, as the babies came.”
“Grew organically, huh? Good thing you had acreage.” Dan wasn’t sure what to do with his hands.
“Yep.” Weldon offered him a sideways grin, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m sorry you’re so uncomfortable, man. That’s not my intention.”
“I know that. I want to jump you, and your kids are still awake.” That was honest enough.
Weldon’s laugh rang out, bright and happy, and he’d be damned if Weldon didn’t step right up to him and kiss him like the son of a bitch was storming a beach.
Dan slid his hands around Weldon’s waist, pulling the man closer still, feeling the warmth of his strong body. Christ, for a little guy Weldon was whipcord lean, strong. You could tell he worked with his hands.
“Come to the master bedroom when Em goes down?”
“Hell, yes.” Dan could do that. Every fiber of his being said, yes please.
“Thank fuck for that.” Weldon’s grin felt like heaven against his lips.
“Mmm.” Oh, the things he could do to this man.
“Daddy, come tuck me in?”
Weldon didn’t jerk away; he eased back. “Be right there, Em.”
“Night, Mr. Dan.” Em waved at him, and it was easier than he thought to smile and wave back.
“I’ll be right back, honey. She just wants tucked in, and I’ll take that as long as I can get it. I already have two that are too big.”
“I hear you.” Dan would finish picking up, his military mind demanding order.
He had to admit that Weldon’s kids were surprisingly neat—given there were five. Or maybe that was why they were neat. Everything had to be in its place. Hell, with Jakob, that was probably real important. He couldn’t imagine.
Dixon was always stumbling over the kids’ shit.
He finished the dishes, then turned the television down, the postgame sitcom deal somehow louder than the game.
Dan nearly jumped a foot in the air when Weldon slid both arms around him from behind. “Em and MacKenzie are out for the count.”
“That’s three of five.”
“The oldest two fend for themselves. Come to bed?”
“Yeah.” He took Weldon’s hand, the weirdness gone, because Weldon just wouldn’t allow it. They headed down the hall to the very end, to a huge master suite with this amazing handmade bed, the wood posts huge and gleaming in the light.
“Wow. You built this, huh?”
“I did.” Weldon’s hand slid up and down the post, like he was jacking off the wood.
Dan watched, mesmerized by the motion. His mouth felt dry as a bone.
“I worked every inch by hand, sanded it, made it smooth.”
“It’s lovely.” He liked it. Was it weird that he wanted to ask if it had been Weldon’s with his wife?
“It’s relatively new, you know. She died in the bed, and I sorta… well, I lost my shit, got drunk, and set it on fire in the backyard.”
“Oh.” Dan chuckled, grabbing Weldon for a hard hug. “I’m so sorry, you know? She must have been a neat lady.”
“She would have liked you. A lot. Kiss me?”
Dan nodded, relieved as fuck. He kissed Weldon with everything he had in him, all of the need he’d struggled with over the last days. Weldon’s hand landed on his ass, fingertips digging in, the touch threatening to leave marks.
That thought sent Dan up on tiptoes, his breath catching, his body on fire. Damn.
Weldon followed him, rocked up hard against him. That lean body made him pant, made Dan a little nuts. Did it stay like this when you were this hot for someone? Would it be that way if they were together for years like Weldon and his lady?
Was he fucking thinking about this? Now?
No, he was not. Dan lifted Weldon off his feet and heaved, the two of them landing on the bed. Boom.
Weldon’s laugh got trapped between their lips, caught in their kiss.
God, that felt good, making Weldon laugh. Dan needed that like crops needed rain, and he soaked in the sound.
“Want you like breathing, honey. I been thinking about precious little else.”
“I hear you.” Dan rolled to his back, putting Weldon on top of him. “Touch me.”
“Yes, sir.” Weldon worked his shirt open, easy as pie, fingers smart and quick, and lickety-split, his chest was bared. Those long, callused fingers stroked over his skin, finding all the sensitive spots that he didn’t even know he had. Christ, he’d never had someone who paid so much attention—they’d only been together the once.
Dan grabbed that fine ass in both hands and rubbed Weldon against him. Their jeans rasped together, the sound utterly delicious. God, he wanted more. Dan grinned and squeezed, wishing he’d gotten them both naked from the start.
“You thinking what I’m thinking? Get naked and meet back here in ten seconds?” Weldon asked.
“Oh, you are a bright son of a bitch. I like it.” Dan did love a man who paid attention.
“And break.” Weldon slid off him, whipping clothes all over the otherwise neat room.
Dan could only stare for a long moment. Then he remembered he was supposed to be getting all naked. It wasn’t easy to ignore that tight, hard little body. Christ, he had to work his ass off for a form like that.
Weldon ate damned well, so he had to put in some serious hours in the shop. Damn.
Weldon looked over from where he was bent over, pulling off his socks. “You okay, honey?”
“I am more than okay.” Dan almost killed himself skinning out of his jeans. “I want you. Now.”
“I can handle—oof.” Weldon landed on the bed, their bodies slapping together as Dan tackled him.
Dan kissed that hot mouth, his need ratcheting up to desperate. His body felt on fire, his hips pumping hard already. He’d been ramping up for hours, but now? He had what he wanted, and he fucking intended to take Weldon, give him every inch of his cock.
“Tell me you have rubbers and lube, babe.”
“I have rubbers and lube. I bought them at the HEB.”
Good man. Dan gave him another kiss. “You’re perfect. I can’t wait much longer.”
Weldon twisted underneath him, reaching up for one of the drawers in the headboard, and that simple motion made his eyes cross. The way their skin caught and burned when Weldon moved felt insanely erotic. It was almost as good as the sight of condoms and lube.
Dan grabbed the lube and let Weldon deal with getting the foil packet open. That was fair, right?
Weldon managed to get the rubber opened, then started jacking Dan’s cock, keeping him revved up.
He almost dropped the lube, his fingers shook so hard. “Weldon. Oh, babe, making me crazy.”
“Want to.” Weldon swooped down, tongue dragging along the tip of Dan’s cock, hot and wet and slick. He froze, his breath catching. Oh, God. Weldon watched him like a hawk with those bright blue eyes, and then Weldon licked again.
Dan chuckled. “You’re evil. I like it.”
“I like the way you taste.”
“Good. I want your mouth more than I want to breathe.”
And just like that, Weldon’s mouth dropped over his cock. Wet, hot, lips and tongue wrapped around Dan’s length, sliding up and down. That white-blond head bobbed over Dan’s lap, and he stared, his ability to speak blown. It was like… shit, it was like Weldon had been born to suck.
Him. Specifically. Dan didn’t want to think of that mouth on anyone else, the possessiveness catching him off guard. He let one hand drop down, let his finger tangle in those tight curls, helping Weldon stay steady. He didn’t want to push, to hurt at all, but Dan was about to explode.
Weldon’s throat worked around the tip of his cock, tongue pushing at his shaft. The sensation sent him soaring, made him hump, his rhythm failing a little. He wanted to fill Weldon up, but he needed that mouth.
Dan chuckled, stroking that amazing hair. “Can you get me up again, babe?”
Dan’s cock bumped against the top of Weldon’s mouth as he nodded.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, God.” That was like permission to come, and that was all he needed to lean back and enjoy it. He rode those soft lips and rough tongue, his balls pulling up tight. He fucking loved the way Weldon’s stubble rasped every time it pegged him.
“Weldon. Close.” He ought to warn the man, right?
Weldon’s response was to roll his nuts, push them up in their sac.
Dan grunted, his eyes going wide. He lost it, shooting so hard his ears rang. The pressure eased, but the heat didn’t fade a bit.
Weldon kept at him until he thought he might scream, and Dan never went down. No, Weldon kept him up. It wasn’t fucking fair, to take so much when he could give.
“Babe. Babe, it’s your turn. Let me touch.”
Weldon let his cock slip free with a popping noise. Dan stroked that wavy hair, smiling.
“Good?”
Like there was any answer that wasn’t God yes.
“You know it, babe,” Dan said, then took a kiss that tasted of him. That made his cock jerk, made him shudder.
He stroked Weldon’s chest, tweaking at the hard nipples he found. Oh. Oh, someone liked that, was sensitive there.
Dan liked it too. A lot. He was into the way Weldon shook for him, the deep little noises that escaped Weldon’s throat. So he repeated the motion, twisting those tiny nubs of flesh. Weldon bit his bottom lip, digging in enough to make him grunt and cover Weldon, hips rolling and rubbing his cock against one of Weldon’s thighs, the coarse hair there rasping the fuck out of his shaft.
Dan panted, his hands shaking a little too much. Lube. Right. So he could be inside that hot, tight ass.
“Want in. Need to feel you, man,” Dan said.
It felt like heaven when Weldon’s response was to spread wide, draw his knees up, and grab hold of them.
Dan stared hard for a moment, memorizing the sight. Then he got two fingers lubed, proud that he’d managed to focus long enough.
He’d never been with a towhead before, someone covered in hair so pale it looked white. The textures of Weldon’s body fascinated him, and the heat when Dan slid a finger into Weldon’s tiny hole made him grunt with pleasure.
“Addictive,” he groaned, then shut himself up with Weldon’s mouth. The kiss went nuclear hot, Weldon arching up and holding him there with both hands.
He managed to work a second finger into that tight ring of muscles, loving that shocked, needy look on Weldon’s face. Dan licked Weldon’s lower lip, then bit at it, knowing the sting would jolt Weldon into another level of need.
“Damn….”
Okay, the way Weldon’s ass gripped his finger? Someone was into the sting. Dan chuckled. That suited him; he wasn’t a spanky kind of guy, but he wasn’t exactly a gentle, calm lover either. Dan liked a little bite now and then.
And he wasn’t afraid of going at it hammer and tongs either. He pushed a little harder, opening up Weldon’s passage, making room for his cock.
“More, huh? One more.”
Oh, hell yes. He added a third finger with a groan, loving the squeeze, the grip like a fist.
Weldon stared at him, eyes blazing like the Texas sky, blue and hot as the Fourth of July, and he hummed, fingerfucking like a madman as he fought with the condom packet Weldon had dropped. Stupid things, always so tough to deal with when you got desperate.
Weldon wasn’t paying attention to that, though. No, those blue eyes were watching him—his face, his mouth. Him.
Dan assumed the damned condom, feeling like a hero. Then he got his cock slicked up, ready and rarin’ to go.
“Come on. Waiting for you.”
He leaned over and bit Weldon’s calf. “Patience.”
