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Authors: BA Tortuga

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Hot. Jesse’s skin was like touching the handle of a brand—not hot enough to blister you, but you knew you were holding something dangerous. Ez had never been one to back down from danger, though, so he dove in for another kiss.

Jesse bit at his lips, fingers tearing at his clothes, the man feeling as if he was still dancing to that eternal drum beat. Maybe he was, or maybe it was their heartbeats Ezrah heard.

Jesse finally found his cock with his fingers, and they both moaned. Yeah. Oh, hell, yes.

“It’s you.” Jesse laughed, the sound husky, just tinged with shock.

“No, this is all you.” He tugged what he held, letting it slide through his fingers.

Jess went up on tiptoe, head falling back. It shocked him, the lack of worry, the way Jess showed him how good it was. Ezrah was used to being careful. Not getting caught. This was primal. Raw. Wild. And he intended to experience every single second of it.

He pulled at Jesse’s cock, tracing the big vein underneath with his thumb.

Jesse bit out a vicious curse, then knelt before him, that sweet line of prick jerking from his hand. His kit was wrenched open, Jesse’s lips open, hungry on his belly while Jess bared his hips and legs. His cock.

“Please.” He hated how he sounded, as if he was begging. Ezrah never liked to beg.

“Yes, Ez. I need to know.” Then those lips were around him, surrounding him, pulling him so deep his balls bumped Jesse’s chin. He’d never felt anything like the pressure of Jesse’s lips and tongue.

He sank a hand into Jesse’s crazy hair, tugging, not wanting to hurt the man, but needing so badly.

Jesse reached up, grabbed his wrist and held his hand there, encouraged his touch. So he held on to the dreads, pulling, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. The pleasure was so strong, almost as if it were a burn.

Wild noises tore out of him, rough and raw, as Jesse loved on him. He adored the feel of those soft lips, the way their bodies smelled together. The way those heavy braids slid through his fingers.

He spread his legs, planting a little harder in the bedroll, and thrust back and forth. He was about to start babbling, words piling up behind his lips.

One of Jesse’s hands pushed between his legs, rolled his balls in those callused fingers. Ezrah’s toes curled, his belly vibrating. “Want to touch you, too,” Ezrah said, his hands feeling useless.

“Mmm.” Jesse nodded as Ez’s cock slipped into the man’s throat. That wasn’t helping his need to touch, but it was pushing him toward orgasm.

He stepped back, shaking his head. This might be the only time he could do this. He wanted to touch, too.

“Jess, let me.” He sank to his knees, reaching out as if he were a blind man searching for water.

Jesse pushed right into his arms, their cocks bumping together, their lips smashing in a wild kiss. That was better, all that bare skin against his, muscles sliding under flesh. Jesse’s body was slick, burning hot where they rubbed.

He wanted to talk, so he bent and bit Jesse’s shoulder instead, keeping stupid words and phrases inside. What good would they do?

Jesse arched, the motion rubbing all along his prick. They were like two sticks sliding together to make fire. Jesse’s fingers wrapped around both of them, dragging them together.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah. Jesus.”

“So good. So good, Ez.”

“Wanted to touch you so bad.” He had to stop talking, damn it. He was going to ruin this.

“Good. Don’t stop.”

“No. No quitting.” No way. This might be the only chance they had.

Jesse’s chest slapped against him, fingers moving faster, squeezing harder.

Panting, he stroked Jesse’s skin, gripping those lean hips with his hands to slow them down. Jesse offered him a low, hysterical cry, body shuddering. That was stunning, the long length of Jess’ throat, pale and perfect.

He leaned down to taste it—the salt and hint of smoke and sand. Yes. He could eat Jesse up. He could bite and suck and make new marks to rival the tattoos he hadn’t begun to explore.

“Ez, you make me ache.” Listen to that. Jesse wasn’t just jonesing on the night and the smoke and the moon. He was aching for Ezrah specifically.

It was fucking powerful.

He licked and nuzzled, obsessed with the flavors of Jesse’s skin. He loved how it got smoother where it was usually covered by clothes, low on the belly.

Jesse had sensitive spots everywhere, places that made him jerk, shiver. Not just his nipples or the hollow at the base of his throat. No, Jess tried to climb Ezrah and hump when he licked the spot just under one hipbone.

They rolled over and over on the furs and blankets, Jesse’s mouth on his knee, his balls, his belly. The whole thing became a dance to see who could touch more, taste more. At some point, Jesse’s cock was at his mouth, and he opened to it, took it in, even as Jess sucked him.

That got them cooking with oil, really getting into a rhythm, pushing, giving and taking.

He groaned, the pressure of the world flying off him, his hands shaking as if they were in the center of one of the Great Quakes themselves. His hips moved in time to Jesse’s sucking, and he sucked harder, wanting Jess there with him.

Jess cried out, grabbed him and dragged him deeper, swallowing around the tip of his cock.

His eyes rolled back, and his body bent as if it were a bow. He might just die here. The pleasure was too good to miss, though, and he poured himself into Jesse’s lips. He wasn’t sure if he still had Jesse’s cock in reach or not. All he could do was feel.

Jesse took him in and in, hands sliding over his thighs, his ass. Ezrah came until white noise was all he could hear, until he felt wrung out.

When the drumbeats came into his awareness again, Jesse was close, hand on his need, jacking himself with sure, hard strokes, face in Ezrah’s hip.

“Shit, Jess. I can help with that.” He had this crazy urge to apologize. Instead, he knocked Jesse’s hand out of the way.

“Please.” Jesse sprawled, hips humping the air, need written on his lean face.

He licked, then sucked, breathing through his nose so he could go all the way down. He was kind of proud of that little talent, which he’d practiced on a carved wood dildo.

“Ez!” Jesse curled up around him, the sound of his name in that harsh voice nearly hysterical.

He just kept sucking, his hands on Jesse’s thighs, holding the man down for more.

Bitter salt spilled onto his tongue, Jess coming and coming, promises pouring down on his head. This was a fucking religious experience. Better than, because Jesse was there, with him, one hundred percent.

He licked that amazing cock clean, happier than he’d been, even with Em next to him. A tiny tingle of guilt hit him at that. Jesse’s fingers were in his hair, though, loving on him, so he couldn’t get too lost in his thoughts.

In fact, Jess pulled at him, making him pay attention to the kissing that started when he slid back up that pale body.

Jesse’s hands were everywhere, tracing and touching and tugging him closer. They weren’t slowing down a bit, and why should they? They only had so much time. That thought chilled him, but he pushed it aside.

This was theirs. Now. He bit at Jesse’s flesh, needing to hear Jesse moan.

“Ez.” Jesse pulled him over on top of all that warm skin, letting him sink down and rub.

“Want to mark you.” He wanted to know Jess wore bruises he’d left.

Jesse lifted his arms, stretched under him, the offer clear. So fucking trusting. Generous.

Ezrah bent, licking at the tender skin at the inside of Jesse’s elbow. Jesse’s fingers curled, clenched and closed in response. He nipped there, but he wanted to leave the big bruise right over Jesse’s left nipple.

He wanted Jesse to know he’d been here, done this. Wanted a reminder when the trail got lonely.

Jesse moaned, distracting him from his thoughts, reminding him all this skin was for him, right now. He licked his way to his spot, then bit down, sucking at the bit of flesh, too.

“Ez. Ez, please. More.” Jesse moaned, reached for him.

He nodded, testing that hard little nipple with his tongue, feeling it harden even more.

When he bit down, Jesse arched, almost bucking him off. He held on, not wanting to lose his purchase. He sucked, licked, then bit again.

His body was lit up, his hips moving in time with the beating of the drum, as if his body needed to dance. Jesse moved with him, rubbing, kissing, loving on him. Their lips fastened together, and they breathed, one into another. The heat built between them, Ezrah’s cock hard as a rock once more.

Jesse’s leg wrapped around his hip, tugged him closer.

They got rubbing together again, the friction enough to curl his toes with pleasure. Jesse’s need painted his belly, his skin. He could feel every little movement Jess made against him, his body was hypersensitive.

“Can’t believe how different this is,” Jesse muttered, twisting in his hands.

“Different?” That knocked him a little sideways. “Than what?”

“Sex in the Flow. I’ve never touched someone like this.”

“No?” His body jerked. Oh, fuck, how amazing was that?

“No. Not with bodies. Fingers. Mouths.”

“God, Jess. I want to show you everything now.”

“Everything.” Jesse nodded, fingers clenching against his arms. “Ez, yes.”

“Here.” He shifted just the tiniest bit so he could reach down, back behind Jesse’s balls to touch the tiny, hot hole there. One of Jesse’s legs drew up, Jess so eager, so easy and open for him. All he had to do was push, and Jess let him in. He gasped, finger sliding in deep, curling to touch that silken heat.

Oh, hell. He was inside Jesse. Inside. Touching.

The drums faded in comparison with the pounding of his heart. He wanted… oh, the things he wanted. He wanted to see what that sweet hole felt like around his cock. He’d read about it, had touched himself that way, but had never been inside anyone.

He added another finger, touching Jesse deeper. Ez wanted Jesse wild with pleasure, wanted so much to see the man come again and again. Jesse pushed up on his elbows, driving himself down, over and over, onto his touch. The man was wild for him, saying his name over and over.

“Want more, Jess.” He was a greedy bastard, but he knew Jesse would give it to him.

“Anything. Ez. You know I’m yours.”

His. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, the thought so tantalizing he almost offered to take Jess and run, leave the herd and everything behind. He teetered on the edge of that abyss for almost a full minute, breathing hard.

He couldn’t. Momma was counting on him, the drovers. Em, too, but—

“Ez. You don’t have to do nothing you don’t want to.”

“I know, Jess. I ain’t worried about the wanting. I’m aching for you.” That was the God’s honest truth.

Jesse leaned up, kissed him, and the motion drove Jess deeper on his fingers. He was in fucking heaven. Or fucking in heaven. Whatever. Maybe when he woke up there would be peach ice cream.

Hell, maybe he’d never wake up, and they could just do this, forever.

“Here, roll on your side.” He wanted to get Jess ready, wanted to put his cock where his fingers were. Just to feel it all. Only once. There would never be another night like this, with the smoke and the dancing.

Jesse’s body was long, spine covered in odd, dark designs. Diné markings. Ez traced them with his free hand, fascinated. He’d never seen anything like them.

“They’re ink, and they mean I’m a friend here.”

“They’re stunning. I’ve heard—” He licked one, just to see if it tasted different.

Salt and sand and needy male. That was perfect. “I need something slick, Jess. I-I can’t just lick my fingers now.”

“Slick? Ez, I can’t think.”

“No?” He bit at Jesse’s neck, then licked the spot. “Oil?”

“My bag. I left it here. There’s a bottle.”

Oh, thank God. Yes. He could use that. He rolled away, grabbing Jesse’s weird little sling bag. The bottle felt tiny in his fingers, delicate, and the scent of the oil was green and spicy.

“It won’t burn?” He wanted to make sure. It would ruin everything if he hurt Jess now.

“It doesn’t burn my cock,” Jesse said, glancing back at him, blue eyes almost black with dilated pupils.

He moaned, rolling back with the oil. “You’re killing me.”

“I’m loving you.”

What could he say to that? Jess meant it, had always been there when they were young, loving him. He felt as if he’d let Jess down, somehow, not knowing about the threats and the loving and everything. Jesse shifted underneath him, distracting him from his thoughts. That hard little body was what he needed to concentrate on now.

He had ‘til Denver to worry on the rest. Then Jess would decide whether he was leaving or coming back to Texas or what.

Oiling his fingers, Ezrah pushed them back inside Jesse’s body, opening that tight ring of muscles. Jesse took him, bearing down on him, so ready. He couldn’t believe how easy Jess spread, how open the man was for him. That was a good thing, though, as he was going to go off soon. They needed to get this show on the road.

He added another finger, watching the look on Jesse’s face go from blissful to needy. Yeah. This was all new territory for them, one Ez hoped Jess really enjoyed. This was going to be right, good for Jess if it killed Ez, and Lord knew it might. No pressure.

Ezrah leaned down, lips on Jesse’s belly, lapping at the skin. He loved the way the muscles quivered there, and that skin felt so warm, smooth. He felt Jesse’s cock, filling, nudging his cheek. He licked at it gently, his fingers working hard.

He didn’t play long, his need too strong to be ignored. He pushed Jess up on his knees. “Now, man. I have to.”

“Now.” Jesse nodded, that sweet, tiny, wrinkled hole offered to him. Had anyone ever been so unafraid? Ez didn’t think he’d ever met anyone who was, at any rate. He held Jess open, pushing his cock right there at the tight little entrance. He had to grit his teeth on a shout.

His entire body was on fire, lit up. Damn. His nerves jumped, his muscles pulling up as if he was fixin’ to come. He had to hold on, though, make it good for Jess.

He panted, breathing shallow, his hips rocking in time with his breath. Every thrust worked him farther in until his hipbones rubbed Jesse’s ass, his thighs shaking with effort.

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