Changes Going On, page 14
Kris glanced over her shoulder. “Emily? Should we go sit in the kitchen?”
The younger girl shrugged. “Here’s fine.”
Kris stepped back and waved them in. Casey and Will found places to stand along the wall. Scott stayed in the doorway.
Casey pulled out his pocket notebook and a pen that looked like a pencil. Funny how that made it less intimidating to some folk, like their words might be erased. “Emily?”
“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow at him, deliberately cool.
Last name could wait till he’d thawed a bit of that attitude. “We wanted to warn you that paparazzi have been hanging around the ranch, and right now they’re extra curious about visitors. There’s a reason we keep the gate locked, even if there’s no one there now. If you’re worried about being seen visiting Kris or being around us, you might want to be discreet.”
“Why should I be worried?” The look on her face didn’t match the casual question.
Scott waved at the three of them. “This is currently the media’s gay central. So if you happened to be on the rainbow, and if you were worried your folks might find out, this isn’t the place for a safe closet.”
She shrugged. “Kris and I are just friends. We’re talking about the band.”
“You’re in the school band?” Casey asked. “With Kris and Mike Dolan?”
“Yeah. Awful about Mike.” She sounded unhappy, but not badly upset. “Rehearsal tonight sucked.”
Casey glanced at Kris. “The band was rehearsing?”
“Yeah. We have to get all the time in we can before the festival.”
“You’re still making the trip?”
“For sure,” Emily said. “We’ll miss Mike a lot though. We have to rearrange and rechoreograph everything. It won’t be the same.”
“I thought the school might cancel.”
“Mike wouldn’t have wanted that,” Kris said. “Whether he killed himself or not, he knew what this trip meant to the rest of us.”
“Of course he killed himself.” Emily turned to look at her. “What are you talking about?”
Kris flicked a quick look at Casey. He said, “We can’t officially rule it suicide until we get—” he swallowed the word autopsy around these kids who’d known Mike “—a final report back, that’s all. No matter how likely it looks.”
She blinked, seeming to pale for a moment. “Well I can totally understand why he did it. Junior year without Rusty was going to be awful for him. It’s just weird he did it now. He was looking forward to this trip.”
“Why was school going to be awful?”
“Well, bullies. You know. Last two years, no one would start anything with Rusty hulking around. Next year? All that shit they’d been holding back would probably fall on Mike.”
“Any particular names? Who might’ve had it in for him?”
She sniffed. “I’m not going to be a snitch.”
“You’d rather protect homophobic bullies?” He let a little disbelief creep into his voice.
Emily’s neck and face flushed blotchy red. “I’m not in his class. I don’t really know.”
“What class are you in?”
“I’ll be a senior. He’s— was a junior.”
“So you’re what? Seventeen?”
“Yes.”
At least he didn’t have to worry about underage sex. “Last name?”
“DePaul. Why?”
He gave her his best smile. “Just habit. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He aimed his next question at both girls. “Did you know Mike’s family had their house broken into while they were at the candlelight service?”
Kris nodded. “We heard. That’s why, well, one reason why Rusty had it out with his folks. Or part of the mess anyway.”
“Did Mike do drugs? Is there a chance someone was looking for his stash, knowing the house would be empty?”
“No,” Kris said. “Mike stayed away from that shit. Sure, there are drugs around school, guys who get high, people who sell, but Mike? He was going to get a music scholarship if it killed him. He kept a big distance between him and anything that might derail him.” She swallowed a shaky breath. “Mike was kind of, well, clueless. He had one friend who got into the hard stuff but they didn’t hang out after that. Mike was the last person you’d ask if you wanted to know where to score.”
Who would be the first person? He didn’t let himself get distracted. “So no drugs, no weapons, nothing special they might’ve been looking for?”
“I don’t think so. Wasn’t it some creep taking advantage of the empty house?”
“Could’ve been. I’m just covering all the bases. When someone dies, suicide or not, sometimes other secrets get dug up at the same time. When was the last time you saw Mike? Did he say anything to you guys about being sad or upset or having problems at home?”
“He was at practice Tuesday night. He seemed normal to me.”
Casey asked, “What about Wednesday? Was there practice scheduled?”
“No. Lots of folks do a Wednesday evening service, so we don’t practice that day.”
Emily said, “He was totally normal Tuesday. Remember? He was joking with Nate about how glad he was that his mom didn’t want to pay for a passport.”
“Passport?” Casey asked.
“For Canada,” Kris said. “We need them to cross the border. When we started fundraising, Mike was worried his mom might want to be a chaperone, but the adults had to pay for their own, so she wasn’t coming.”
Emily said. “Just as well we weren’t counting on her, now Mike’s gone. We’re down to the bare minimum already, with Missy’s mom on bed rest. We can’t lose another chaperone.”
“Em!” Kris frowned at her.
“What? I’m really sad about Mike, but this may be my one shot to see Canada. I don’t want to miss it.”
“Me, either,” Kris admitted. “But it feels wrong, to want to go when Mike’s dead.”
Casey said, “I bet Mike would want you to go play your hearts out. Right?”
“I guess.” Kris rubbed a hand across her nose.
“Did Mike have a boyfriend? Maybe someone he didn’t tell Rusty about? I promise I won’t out anybody.” If I can help it. Murder investigations could get messy.
Kris shook her head. “He said high school guys were really immature, and he was waiting till college.”
“Maybe an older boyfriend? Someone not in school? Someone who might worry about being outed now that Mike is dead?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What about friends? Who would he talk to?”
“Besides Rusty?” She hesitated. “Maybe Luke. He’s our snare drum. They’re in the same class.”
“Last name?”
“Spalding. And Mike really liked Mr. Ziegler.”
“Who’s that?”
Emily said, “The band director. And music teacher and assistant coach for the football and baseball teams.”
Casey blinked. “A man of many talents. Sounds like an odd mix.”
“He’s great. He was giving Mike extra music lessons for free, when they could fit them in. Mike’s folks wouldn’t pay for any.”
“I’ll have a word with him.” He didn’t want to push too hard. How much would he investigate a suicide and break-in? At least he had a few names. “Thanks for your help.”
Kris gave him a worried look. “Do you have to talk to Rusty tonight? He went off to bed early.”
He’d bet the boy wasn’t finding it easy to sleep, although maybe he was exhausted enough. “Not tonight. How is he?”
She sighed. “Like you’d think. I told him he could hang out here, maybe sleep on the couch, but he wanted to be alone.”
“He’ll still need his friends,” Will said softly. “Don’t let him push you away,”
Casey glanced at Will. Their cowboy wasn’t one to talk about his past, but Casey knew he’d been rejected more than once by people who should’ve cared for him. Scott stepped left from the doorway enough to bump Will’s leg with his own, and Casey saw Will’s expression ease in response.
Kris said, “I’ll try not to.”
“And double check the gate’s locked when Emily leaves,” Casey added.
“Yes, sir.”
“Right, good night.”
Full night had fallen while they were inside, velvet black from horizon to horizon. The bunkhouse windows had gone dark. Overhead, a thousand stars hung in the sky, distant and cool. Will tipped his head back to look up at them, something wistful in his expression, and Scott put an arm around Will’s shoulders, glancing between them. “Mom’s up in the house, but we still have a barn, a couple of outbuildings, and a pasture for that matter.”
Will chuckled thinly. “You’re turning into a city boy if you’ve forgotten the mosquitoes.”
“Okay, scratch the pasture.”
“Better than scratching our dicks.” Casey moved up behind Scott, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder to turn him. Scott pivoted obediently, and Casey pulled his head down for a kiss.
“Pole barn’s closest,” Will suggested, his voice warming.
“And no one will be out to check on the tractors in the middle of the night.” Casey gave Scott’s lush mouth one more kiss, then hooked a finger into Will’s belt loop and tugged. “Come on.”
They started out walking, but by the time they reached the barn they tumbled in through the side door at a run. Scott laughed and pushed the door shut, then pivoted and almost put Casey’s eye out with his elbow as the faint moonlight was blotted out.
“Hold still!” Casey fumbled out his phone and activated the flashlight app.
The light cast hollows in Scott’s cheeks as he grinned. “Sorry, dude.”
Will fumbled by the door for the light switch but Scott knocked his hand away. “We don’t want anyone coming to see why the light’s on. Flashlight will do.”
“Gonna kill my battery,” Casey grumbled, just because.
“Then you’ll have to work fast,” Scott said.
“Me?”
Scott dug into his pocket and pulled out two pillow-packs, waving them at Casey. “The man with the lube makes the rules.”
“Starting with that rule,” Will said, but he was smiling.
“Yeah.” Scott took Casey’s phone and set it down so the light bounced off the tractor’s safety mirror. The glow was enough to make out his shape as he turned. “Will, jeans. Get ’em down.”
“I need to ride tomorrow.” Will was unbuckling his belt as he spoke.
“Casey’ll prep you good.” Scott pressed the packs into Casey’s hand.
“I will?”
“You’d better.” Scott cupped his head and pulled him into a kiss. “He’s gonna to take your fat dick.”
Will muttered, “Hell, yeah.”
“Mmm.” Casey’s thoughts were scrambled by the heat of Scott’s mouth and the drive of his tongue. He broke free with a gasp. “I can get behind that.”
“Get behind Will.”
Casey moved to Will’s back, running his hands from Will’s cotton-clad shoulders down his arms. Will leaned back against him, ass in thin boxer briefs pressing against the ridge in Casey’s jeans. Casey kissed the side of Will’s neck. “What’ll you be doing, hockey-boy?”
“Having dessert.” Scott slid to one knee in front of Will and looked up, the faint light glittering in his eyes. He grabbed the waistband of Will’s underwear, pulled them low, and Will’s cock sprang free, already hard. Scott caught it in one hand and ran his tongue up the underside and around the head. Casey felt Will shudder against him.
“Lube, Casey?” Scott urged. “Battery’s ticking.”
Casey ripped the first pack open and coated two fingers. He gave himself a half step of space and ran a slick finger up between Will’s ass cheeks. Will widened his stance and sucked a breath as Casey found his opening with one fingertip. Casey hovered his touch there until Will pressed back in silent invitation, then he pushed in the first small distance. Will’s head tipped as he arched his back.
Scott caught Will’s hand and braced it. “Good, William?”
“Hell, yeah.” Will’s voice had a hoarseness he only got when someone was opening him up. “More, Case.”
Casey worked Will open an inch at a time, adding a second finger. Will panted as Casey twisted his touch, trying to hit prostate. There? There! Will bucked at the drag of Casey’s fingers inside him, clenching around Casey’s hand. Casey’s jeans were way too tight over his own hard dick. He bit his lip and kept working on Will.
Scott chuckled and slid his free hand up and down Will’s shaft, then reached down to unzip himself. “Ah, better. Doing okay in those jeans, Case?”
“Sadist,” Casey muttered, reaching around to tease Will’s nipple in time to the push of his fingers deep inside. “Gonna fuck you soon, Will. You ready for me?”
“Close.”
Casey pulled his fingers out, and Scott said, “Will, brace here.” He moved Will’s hands to the fender over the tractor wheel and shuffled out from under him. Will’s head dropped between his braced arms, and Scott bit at his bare hip.
Casey stripped the last slick out of the packet and went back in with three fingers. Will grunted low and harsh, but pushed back eagerly. Scott reached between them to unbutton and unzip Casey, who paused, fingers deep in Will, to let Scott free him from his denim straitjacket.
“Better?” Scott bit Casey’s revealed hip too, then tugged the shorts and jeans low, stroking him harder. He blew across the already-damp tip of Casey’s cock and sat back on his heels, still holding Casey.
“I thought you were having dessert.”
“Dessert comes in many flavors.” Scott pushed Casey’s hip to turn him, enough to get Casey’s cockhead between his lips.
Casey muttered, “Fuck.” Scott’s hand and tongue made him shiver and close his eyes. That wicked suction, the flick of tongue tip in his slit— “I thought you wanted me in Will.”
Scott pulled off with a pop. “I do.”
“Yeah.” Will rotated his hips, clenching around Casey’s fingers. “Remember me?”
Scott picked up the second lube from where Casey’d dropped it. He opened it, poured it into his hand, and reached for Casey’s dick. His slick tight fist wrapped Casey, sliding up and down, while Casey tried to keep fingering Will, falling into the same rhythm. The wet sounds of lube and hands made Casey groan and buck against Scott’s grip.
Scott laughed wickedly, let go, and squeezed back down in front of Will. “Do it, Casey.” Scott lowered his hand to stroke himself as he took Will’s cock deep into his mouth. Casey paused to watch, because even in that uncertain light there was nothing on God’s earth sexier than watching Scott swallow Will down, full lips stretched wide. Will shivered, his legs trembling, and groaned deep as Scott slowly sucked back off him, cheeks hollowed.
Don’t want to just fucking watch that. He needed the heat and the wet and the connection. He guided his dick to Will’s lubed asshole and pushed against the slick resistance. Will groaned and opened for him, a fraction at a time, bucking between Scott’s mouth and Casey’s slow drive forward.
More, more, more. Casey gripped Will’s hips in both hands and worked him open, grinding thrusts timed to match Scott’s blow job, circling with his hips whenever Scott pulled off to breathe. Will grunted and groaned as Scott hummed around his mouthful. Casey shuddered, knowing what that felt like, Scott’s throat vibrating around a hard cock.
Jesus, I can’t hold off. “Will, can I go—?”
“Yeah. Fuck me good.”
He closed his eyes, trusting Scott to keep them working together, and began to go hard. His groin slapped Will’s lean ass. The clench and drag around him with each thrust sent sparks of want spiraling higher. Heat pooled in his cock and balls, and his harsh gasps joined the fleshy slaps and Will’s moans and the wet sounds of Scott’s mouth.
Every inch of him needed to be buried inside Will, needed, needed— “Oh, God. Oh, shit. God, yeah.” He shoved home, buried in Will, shoved again, almost, almost, then spilling over in pulses of white-hot pleasure. Deeper, more. He wrapped an arm across Will’s chest and leaned, rotating his hips, unloading in dizzying climax all the way inside his man. The buzz spread through his body, making his vision sparkle behind his closed lids. His knees shook and his hand cramped where he gripped Will’s hip.
“Oh, man.” He sucked a slower breath and opened his eyes.
Will humped against him. “More. Fuck!” Will’s head dropped back, hair damp on his forehead, breathing harshly as Scott blew him fast and deep. Casey managed to ease out and pushed three fingers back into Will’s ass, crooking to hit Will’s prostate. Will grunted and shook. Casey shoved his fingertips against that spot over and over until Will moaned familiar orgasm sounds.
“Suck him good, Scotty.” He kept up the fingerfucking as Will let loose down Scott’s throat, their harsh breaths and the wet slurping sounds almost enough to get Casey going again. Finally Will sighed and slumped against Casey, leaning into Casey’s grip on his hip. Casey could feel the aftershocks still rocking Will’s lean frame. He eased his fingers out.
Scott pushed to his feet in the circle of Will’s arms and kissed him, his mouth open and hungry on Will’s. Casey looked down to where Scott’s big hand fisted rapidly over the erect length of his own cock. Casey kissed Will’s shoulder and reached around to add his hand over Scott’s, clamping their fingers together around the hard, wide shaft. Scott gasped, “Jesus!” against Will’s mouth and came in thick jets over their hands and down Will’s hip and thigh. They ended up in a sticky, shaky tangle, leaning together against the big tractor wheel.
Scott chuckled weakly. “Now the smell of tires is going to be erotic.”
Will licked the side of Scott’s sweaty neck.
Casey could almost taste the salt on his own tongue. He said, “If you’re going to get turned on by everywhere we fuck, you’re going to have a permanent hard-on by next month.”
Scott raised an eyebrow at him. “Big talk for an old guy with a short fuse.”
“I’ll short fuse you.”
Will murmured, “And I’ll old guy you, Scott.”
Casey nodded. “It’s a date. Next time you’re getting done, Scotty.”
The younger girl shrugged. “Here’s fine.”
Kris stepped back and waved them in. Casey and Will found places to stand along the wall. Scott stayed in the doorway.
Casey pulled out his pocket notebook and a pen that looked like a pencil. Funny how that made it less intimidating to some folk, like their words might be erased. “Emily?”
“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow at him, deliberately cool.
Last name could wait till he’d thawed a bit of that attitude. “We wanted to warn you that paparazzi have been hanging around the ranch, and right now they’re extra curious about visitors. There’s a reason we keep the gate locked, even if there’s no one there now. If you’re worried about being seen visiting Kris or being around us, you might want to be discreet.”
“Why should I be worried?” The look on her face didn’t match the casual question.
Scott waved at the three of them. “This is currently the media’s gay central. So if you happened to be on the rainbow, and if you were worried your folks might find out, this isn’t the place for a safe closet.”
She shrugged. “Kris and I are just friends. We’re talking about the band.”
“You’re in the school band?” Casey asked. “With Kris and Mike Dolan?”
“Yeah. Awful about Mike.” She sounded unhappy, but not badly upset. “Rehearsal tonight sucked.”
Casey glanced at Kris. “The band was rehearsing?”
“Yeah. We have to get all the time in we can before the festival.”
“You’re still making the trip?”
“For sure,” Emily said. “We’ll miss Mike a lot though. We have to rearrange and rechoreograph everything. It won’t be the same.”
“I thought the school might cancel.”
“Mike wouldn’t have wanted that,” Kris said. “Whether he killed himself or not, he knew what this trip meant to the rest of us.”
“Of course he killed himself.” Emily turned to look at her. “What are you talking about?”
Kris flicked a quick look at Casey. He said, “We can’t officially rule it suicide until we get—” he swallowed the word autopsy around these kids who’d known Mike “—a final report back, that’s all. No matter how likely it looks.”
She blinked, seeming to pale for a moment. “Well I can totally understand why he did it. Junior year without Rusty was going to be awful for him. It’s just weird he did it now. He was looking forward to this trip.”
“Why was school going to be awful?”
“Well, bullies. You know. Last two years, no one would start anything with Rusty hulking around. Next year? All that shit they’d been holding back would probably fall on Mike.”
“Any particular names? Who might’ve had it in for him?”
She sniffed. “I’m not going to be a snitch.”
“You’d rather protect homophobic bullies?” He let a little disbelief creep into his voice.
Emily’s neck and face flushed blotchy red. “I’m not in his class. I don’t really know.”
“What class are you in?”
“I’ll be a senior. He’s— was a junior.”
“So you’re what? Seventeen?”
“Yes.”
At least he didn’t have to worry about underage sex. “Last name?”
“DePaul. Why?”
He gave her his best smile. “Just habit. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He aimed his next question at both girls. “Did you know Mike’s family had their house broken into while they were at the candlelight service?”
Kris nodded. “We heard. That’s why, well, one reason why Rusty had it out with his folks. Or part of the mess anyway.”
“Did Mike do drugs? Is there a chance someone was looking for his stash, knowing the house would be empty?”
“No,” Kris said. “Mike stayed away from that shit. Sure, there are drugs around school, guys who get high, people who sell, but Mike? He was going to get a music scholarship if it killed him. He kept a big distance between him and anything that might derail him.” She swallowed a shaky breath. “Mike was kind of, well, clueless. He had one friend who got into the hard stuff but they didn’t hang out after that. Mike was the last person you’d ask if you wanted to know where to score.”
Who would be the first person? He didn’t let himself get distracted. “So no drugs, no weapons, nothing special they might’ve been looking for?”
“I don’t think so. Wasn’t it some creep taking advantage of the empty house?”
“Could’ve been. I’m just covering all the bases. When someone dies, suicide or not, sometimes other secrets get dug up at the same time. When was the last time you saw Mike? Did he say anything to you guys about being sad or upset or having problems at home?”
“He was at practice Tuesday night. He seemed normal to me.”
Casey asked, “What about Wednesday? Was there practice scheduled?”
“No. Lots of folks do a Wednesday evening service, so we don’t practice that day.”
Emily said, “He was totally normal Tuesday. Remember? He was joking with Nate about how glad he was that his mom didn’t want to pay for a passport.”
“Passport?” Casey asked.
“For Canada,” Kris said. “We need them to cross the border. When we started fundraising, Mike was worried his mom might want to be a chaperone, but the adults had to pay for their own, so she wasn’t coming.”
Emily said. “Just as well we weren’t counting on her, now Mike’s gone. We’re down to the bare minimum already, with Missy’s mom on bed rest. We can’t lose another chaperone.”
“Em!” Kris frowned at her.
“What? I’m really sad about Mike, but this may be my one shot to see Canada. I don’t want to miss it.”
“Me, either,” Kris admitted. “But it feels wrong, to want to go when Mike’s dead.”
Casey said, “I bet Mike would want you to go play your hearts out. Right?”
“I guess.” Kris rubbed a hand across her nose.
“Did Mike have a boyfriend? Maybe someone he didn’t tell Rusty about? I promise I won’t out anybody.” If I can help it. Murder investigations could get messy.
Kris shook her head. “He said high school guys were really immature, and he was waiting till college.”
“Maybe an older boyfriend? Someone not in school? Someone who might worry about being outed now that Mike is dead?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What about friends? Who would he talk to?”
“Besides Rusty?” She hesitated. “Maybe Luke. He’s our snare drum. They’re in the same class.”
“Last name?”
“Spalding. And Mike really liked Mr. Ziegler.”
“Who’s that?”
Emily said, “The band director. And music teacher and assistant coach for the football and baseball teams.”
Casey blinked. “A man of many talents. Sounds like an odd mix.”
“He’s great. He was giving Mike extra music lessons for free, when they could fit them in. Mike’s folks wouldn’t pay for any.”
“I’ll have a word with him.” He didn’t want to push too hard. How much would he investigate a suicide and break-in? At least he had a few names. “Thanks for your help.”
Kris gave him a worried look. “Do you have to talk to Rusty tonight? He went off to bed early.”
He’d bet the boy wasn’t finding it easy to sleep, although maybe he was exhausted enough. “Not tonight. How is he?”
She sighed. “Like you’d think. I told him he could hang out here, maybe sleep on the couch, but he wanted to be alone.”
“He’ll still need his friends,” Will said softly. “Don’t let him push you away,”
Casey glanced at Will. Their cowboy wasn’t one to talk about his past, but Casey knew he’d been rejected more than once by people who should’ve cared for him. Scott stepped left from the doorway enough to bump Will’s leg with his own, and Casey saw Will’s expression ease in response.
Kris said, “I’ll try not to.”
“And double check the gate’s locked when Emily leaves,” Casey added.
“Yes, sir.”
“Right, good night.”
Full night had fallen while they were inside, velvet black from horizon to horizon. The bunkhouse windows had gone dark. Overhead, a thousand stars hung in the sky, distant and cool. Will tipped his head back to look up at them, something wistful in his expression, and Scott put an arm around Will’s shoulders, glancing between them. “Mom’s up in the house, but we still have a barn, a couple of outbuildings, and a pasture for that matter.”
Will chuckled thinly. “You’re turning into a city boy if you’ve forgotten the mosquitoes.”
“Okay, scratch the pasture.”
“Better than scratching our dicks.” Casey moved up behind Scott, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder to turn him. Scott pivoted obediently, and Casey pulled his head down for a kiss.
“Pole barn’s closest,” Will suggested, his voice warming.
“And no one will be out to check on the tractors in the middle of the night.” Casey gave Scott’s lush mouth one more kiss, then hooked a finger into Will’s belt loop and tugged. “Come on.”
They started out walking, but by the time they reached the barn they tumbled in through the side door at a run. Scott laughed and pushed the door shut, then pivoted and almost put Casey’s eye out with his elbow as the faint moonlight was blotted out.
“Hold still!” Casey fumbled out his phone and activated the flashlight app.
The light cast hollows in Scott’s cheeks as he grinned. “Sorry, dude.”
Will fumbled by the door for the light switch but Scott knocked his hand away. “We don’t want anyone coming to see why the light’s on. Flashlight will do.”
“Gonna kill my battery,” Casey grumbled, just because.
“Then you’ll have to work fast,” Scott said.
“Me?”
Scott dug into his pocket and pulled out two pillow-packs, waving them at Casey. “The man with the lube makes the rules.”
“Starting with that rule,” Will said, but he was smiling.
“Yeah.” Scott took Casey’s phone and set it down so the light bounced off the tractor’s safety mirror. The glow was enough to make out his shape as he turned. “Will, jeans. Get ’em down.”
“I need to ride tomorrow.” Will was unbuckling his belt as he spoke.
“Casey’ll prep you good.” Scott pressed the packs into Casey’s hand.
“I will?”
“You’d better.” Scott cupped his head and pulled him into a kiss. “He’s gonna to take your fat dick.”
Will muttered, “Hell, yeah.”
“Mmm.” Casey’s thoughts were scrambled by the heat of Scott’s mouth and the drive of his tongue. He broke free with a gasp. “I can get behind that.”
“Get behind Will.”
Casey moved to Will’s back, running his hands from Will’s cotton-clad shoulders down his arms. Will leaned back against him, ass in thin boxer briefs pressing against the ridge in Casey’s jeans. Casey kissed the side of Will’s neck. “What’ll you be doing, hockey-boy?”
“Having dessert.” Scott slid to one knee in front of Will and looked up, the faint light glittering in his eyes. He grabbed the waistband of Will’s underwear, pulled them low, and Will’s cock sprang free, already hard. Scott caught it in one hand and ran his tongue up the underside and around the head. Casey felt Will shudder against him.
“Lube, Casey?” Scott urged. “Battery’s ticking.”
Casey ripped the first pack open and coated two fingers. He gave himself a half step of space and ran a slick finger up between Will’s ass cheeks. Will widened his stance and sucked a breath as Casey found his opening with one fingertip. Casey hovered his touch there until Will pressed back in silent invitation, then he pushed in the first small distance. Will’s head tipped as he arched his back.
Scott caught Will’s hand and braced it. “Good, William?”
“Hell, yeah.” Will’s voice had a hoarseness he only got when someone was opening him up. “More, Case.”
Casey worked Will open an inch at a time, adding a second finger. Will panted as Casey twisted his touch, trying to hit prostate. There? There! Will bucked at the drag of Casey’s fingers inside him, clenching around Casey’s hand. Casey’s jeans were way too tight over his own hard dick. He bit his lip and kept working on Will.
Scott chuckled and slid his free hand up and down Will’s shaft, then reached down to unzip himself. “Ah, better. Doing okay in those jeans, Case?”
“Sadist,” Casey muttered, reaching around to tease Will’s nipple in time to the push of his fingers deep inside. “Gonna fuck you soon, Will. You ready for me?”
“Close.”
Casey pulled his fingers out, and Scott said, “Will, brace here.” He moved Will’s hands to the fender over the tractor wheel and shuffled out from under him. Will’s head dropped between his braced arms, and Scott bit at his bare hip.
Casey stripped the last slick out of the packet and went back in with three fingers. Will grunted low and harsh, but pushed back eagerly. Scott reached between them to unbutton and unzip Casey, who paused, fingers deep in Will, to let Scott free him from his denim straitjacket.
“Better?” Scott bit Casey’s revealed hip too, then tugged the shorts and jeans low, stroking him harder. He blew across the already-damp tip of Casey’s cock and sat back on his heels, still holding Casey.
“I thought you were having dessert.”
“Dessert comes in many flavors.” Scott pushed Casey’s hip to turn him, enough to get Casey’s cockhead between his lips.
Casey muttered, “Fuck.” Scott’s hand and tongue made him shiver and close his eyes. That wicked suction, the flick of tongue tip in his slit— “I thought you wanted me in Will.”
Scott pulled off with a pop. “I do.”
“Yeah.” Will rotated his hips, clenching around Casey’s fingers. “Remember me?”
Scott picked up the second lube from where Casey’d dropped it. He opened it, poured it into his hand, and reached for Casey’s dick. His slick tight fist wrapped Casey, sliding up and down, while Casey tried to keep fingering Will, falling into the same rhythm. The wet sounds of lube and hands made Casey groan and buck against Scott’s grip.
Scott laughed wickedly, let go, and squeezed back down in front of Will. “Do it, Casey.” Scott lowered his hand to stroke himself as he took Will’s cock deep into his mouth. Casey paused to watch, because even in that uncertain light there was nothing on God’s earth sexier than watching Scott swallow Will down, full lips stretched wide. Will shivered, his legs trembling, and groaned deep as Scott slowly sucked back off him, cheeks hollowed.
Don’t want to just fucking watch that. He needed the heat and the wet and the connection. He guided his dick to Will’s lubed asshole and pushed against the slick resistance. Will groaned and opened for him, a fraction at a time, bucking between Scott’s mouth and Casey’s slow drive forward.
More, more, more. Casey gripped Will’s hips in both hands and worked him open, grinding thrusts timed to match Scott’s blow job, circling with his hips whenever Scott pulled off to breathe. Will grunted and groaned as Scott hummed around his mouthful. Casey shuddered, knowing what that felt like, Scott’s throat vibrating around a hard cock.
Jesus, I can’t hold off. “Will, can I go—?”
“Yeah. Fuck me good.”
He closed his eyes, trusting Scott to keep them working together, and began to go hard. His groin slapped Will’s lean ass. The clench and drag around him with each thrust sent sparks of want spiraling higher. Heat pooled in his cock and balls, and his harsh gasps joined the fleshy slaps and Will’s moans and the wet sounds of Scott’s mouth.
Every inch of him needed to be buried inside Will, needed, needed— “Oh, God. Oh, shit. God, yeah.” He shoved home, buried in Will, shoved again, almost, almost, then spilling over in pulses of white-hot pleasure. Deeper, more. He wrapped an arm across Will’s chest and leaned, rotating his hips, unloading in dizzying climax all the way inside his man. The buzz spread through his body, making his vision sparkle behind his closed lids. His knees shook and his hand cramped where he gripped Will’s hip.
“Oh, man.” He sucked a slower breath and opened his eyes.
Will humped against him. “More. Fuck!” Will’s head dropped back, hair damp on his forehead, breathing harshly as Scott blew him fast and deep. Casey managed to ease out and pushed three fingers back into Will’s ass, crooking to hit Will’s prostate. Will grunted and shook. Casey shoved his fingertips against that spot over and over until Will moaned familiar orgasm sounds.
“Suck him good, Scotty.” He kept up the fingerfucking as Will let loose down Scott’s throat, their harsh breaths and the wet slurping sounds almost enough to get Casey going again. Finally Will sighed and slumped against Casey, leaning into Casey’s grip on his hip. Casey could feel the aftershocks still rocking Will’s lean frame. He eased his fingers out.
Scott pushed to his feet in the circle of Will’s arms and kissed him, his mouth open and hungry on Will’s. Casey looked down to where Scott’s big hand fisted rapidly over the erect length of his own cock. Casey kissed Will’s shoulder and reached around to add his hand over Scott’s, clamping their fingers together around the hard, wide shaft. Scott gasped, “Jesus!” against Will’s mouth and came in thick jets over their hands and down Will’s hip and thigh. They ended up in a sticky, shaky tangle, leaning together against the big tractor wheel.
Scott chuckled weakly. “Now the smell of tires is going to be erotic.”
Will licked the side of Scott’s sweaty neck.
Casey could almost taste the salt on his own tongue. He said, “If you’re going to get turned on by everywhere we fuck, you’re going to have a permanent hard-on by next month.”
Scott raised an eyebrow at him. “Big talk for an old guy with a short fuse.”
“I’ll short fuse you.”
Will murmured, “And I’ll old guy you, Scott.”
Casey nodded. “It’s a date. Next time you’re getting done, Scotty.”
