Beneath the Stain - Part 7 Read Free

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    “You stink like booze and cigars,” Mackey panted while Trav nuzzled his neck by his collarbone. “I think you need to shower before we do any more of this.”
    Trav had no answer to that. He rasped his face down to Mackey’s chest, ripping the thin blue T-shirt clean off his body and dropping the front halves so he could rake his teeth down Mackey’s skin and lave roughly on his tightened nipple. Mackey moaned and clutched at his head, and Trav nipped at his ribs, at the soft skin of his muscled stomach, and down.
    Mackey wore his softest jeans, and the button came undone with a jerk of Trav’s teeth on the denim. That quickly, Mackey was naked, and Trav planted nibbling kisses, small, savage nips that teased with an edge of pain.
    “Suck your dick, isn’t that right?” he rasped, punctuating the words by taking a shaved testicle delicately in his mouth and then releasing it. “You told me I owed you. I’m paying up.”
    “Fine,” Mackey muttered on a challenge. “Fi— uhng! ” Because Trav had taken his other ball and sucked on it gently. “You go ahead and suck my dick, and then we’re going into the shower and I’m sucking yours. And then, if we got anything left, I’m fucking you up the ass, because we made promis— augh! —promises!”
    Trav sucked him harder, took Mackey’s soft-skinned cock down his throat as far as he could. Trav loved giving Mackey head more than any other lover he’d had, because Mackey didn’t just lie back and take it. Mackey tugged on his hair and made sexy noises and said things like “Faster, faster, faster, dammit !” and he was just as responsive today as he had been their first time.
    Trav couldn’t get Mackey’s cock far enough down his throat. He grasped the base hard, spit spilling over his fist, but he shoved down until the flared head caught in his throat, and then shoved harder past the gag reflex because he needed , needed to be filled with Mackey’s cock.
    “Omigod, Trav—I’m gonna come—just now. Stop. Don’t wanna come yet—”
    Tough, Mackey. I need you inside me. Trav swallowed again, a shot of precome spurting against his throat.
    Trav’s fist was swimming in spit and precome, and he let go of Mackey’s cock, working his mouth lower, and shoving his hand between Mackey’s thighs. He used his thumb to massage between Mackey’s balls, stroked his slick middle finger down Mackey’s crease, finding his pucker and soothing.
    Mackey groaned, pounding the side of the bed in agitation. Too much too soon, Trav knew that, but he’d woken up alone too, woken up without Mackey. He’d rolled over and reached for where Mackey had lain for the better part of a year and had forced himself to imagine life without him.
    He’d imagined walking away, finding an apartment with four white walls, managing the band from nearby but not living in the house anymore. He’d imagined watching Mackey perform from the sidelines, hiding when the band came off stage because he couldn’t stand to see who Mackey would kiss when the set was over. He imagined the coldness of another lover’s touch after the heat of what was filling his mouth, his hands, his nostrils, his skin, right now , and he needed.
    With a groan, he pushed his finger in to the second knuckle as his lips brushed Mackey’s bare skin.
    “Trav, you asshole— !”
    Come, hot, rank with musk, and bitter spilled down Trav’s throat. Trav savored it, pulled back so it could hit his palate, hit his tongue, and he could milk Mackey until he was done spurting.
    Their breaths sounded harsh and grating in the space of the hotel room.
    Mackey sat up suddenly, scrabbling for purchase in Trav’s hair. “Shower,” he snarled, and Trav was at his mercy.
    Trav went first while Mackey stopped to grab something from the beach bag, and for a moment, he had a reprieve. A second, a heartbeat alone in the bathroom while he stepped under the spray. Because Mackey wasn’t going to give him any space. Trav