mud on you. You'll just soak the blankets and then we'll be as bad off as we are now." Jake's gaze flicked down Tor's body, taking in the defined abs and the open jeans, saw bare feet. He glanced in the back of the truck, saw Tor's boots, covered in mud. They'd be wrecked by morning.
"So, what? We get naked?" Tor asked.
Water dripped off Jake's hair into his eyes. He rubbed it away and said, "Well…yeah.
Problem with that?" His hand came away from his eyes and suddenly Tor was right there, close and hot, hands back on his waist.
"Nope. You?"
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Bareback
Jake froze, unsure of what exactly was happening. Then Tor's mouth was on his, a hungry tongue was sliding its way in, and Jake's brain decided that it had somewhere better to be. The hands at his waist slid around to his back and Tor was pulling him in.
Jake wasn't about to be seduced like some schoolgirl. Not by a man who went by the unlikely name of Tornado, not by anyone. He stood as firmly as he could in the mud and tore his mouth from the kiss, staring into too dark eyes. As his hands made their way into Tor's wet jeans he said, "This doesn't mean I like you, you know."
Tor threw his head back in the rain and laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Jake's rough fingers found the head of his cock and swept over it. "Oh, Christ."
Jake worked his hand as far into the clinging denim as he could and wrapped it around Tor's thick shaft, pumping as well as the tight fabric would allow. Tor groaned and thrust his hips into the stroke, almost slipping in the mud. Jake turned him, pressing him into the door of the truck and gripped Tor's cock a little tighter, his other hand trying to push Tor's jeans down and out of the way.
"Like it like that, Tor?" he said. "Hard and fast?"
Tor didn't answer, just started undoing Jake's shirt. The wet cotton was plastered to his chest and Tor had to push it out of the way with every button he managed to undo. The process would have being entirely too frustrating for Jake except that with every button undone, every bit of skin revealed, Tor's mouth moved over him, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of tingling nerve endings.
When the shirt was finally undone Jake let go of Tor and dragged it off, tossing it into the back of the truck. He leaned against Tor again, kissing him hard, their teeth clashing. Tor finally pushed him off and licked his swollen lips.
"Strip down, Taggart. Get the muck off."
Jake put a hand on the truck for balance and yanked one of his boots off, sending it into the back of the truck with his shirt. As he bent to get the other one off he looked at Tor and moaned, seeing him leaning against the truck, pants gone now, stroking himself in the rain. Water ran down his chest and arms, his legs were spread to brace himself in the slick mud and he was pulling himself in long hard strokes.
Jake tried to take his boot off without taking his eyes off Tor and fell over.
"Fuck." Jake lay on his back, propped up on his elbows and looked at Tor. Tor didn't even bother trying not to laugh, though how he managed to laugh his ass off and keep stroking that beautiful cock Jake wasn't sure.
Sighing, Jake sat up and pulled the other boot off and leaned back again. He figured he couldn't get much dirtier, so he may as well do this the easy way. He undid his belt and Bareback
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started getting his jeans undone, then realized that Tor had stopped laughing. He glanced up and met Tor's heated look, the intensity on the man's face burning into him. "Oh, shit."
He couldn't get his pants open fast enough, his straining erection making the job that much more difficult. With a gasp and a soft sigh he managed to push his soaked jeans past his hips and his cock practically jumped into his fist. He leaned back and thrust his hips up to meet his hand, gripping himself tightly as he watched Tor jerking off. Jake wriggled in the muck, working his pants off as he stroked himself, feeling his balls pulling up.
His breath was coming in
"So, what? We get naked?" Tor asked.
Water dripped off Jake's hair into his eyes. He rubbed it away and said, "Well…yeah.
Problem with that?" His hand came away from his eyes and suddenly Tor was right there, close and hot, hands back on his waist.
"Nope. You?"
10
Bareback
Jake froze, unsure of what exactly was happening. Then Tor's mouth was on his, a hungry tongue was sliding its way in, and Jake's brain decided that it had somewhere better to be. The hands at his waist slid around to his back and Tor was pulling him in.
Jake wasn't about to be seduced like some schoolgirl. Not by a man who went by the unlikely name of Tornado, not by anyone. He stood as firmly as he could in the mud and tore his mouth from the kiss, staring into too dark eyes. As his hands made their way into Tor's wet jeans he said, "This doesn't mean I like you, you know."
Tor threw his head back in the rain and laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Jake's rough fingers found the head of his cock and swept over it. "Oh, Christ."
Jake worked his hand as far into the clinging denim as he could and wrapped it around Tor's thick shaft, pumping as well as the tight fabric would allow. Tor groaned and thrust his hips into the stroke, almost slipping in the mud. Jake turned him, pressing him into the door of the truck and gripped Tor's cock a little tighter, his other hand trying to push Tor's jeans down and out of the way.
"Like it like that, Tor?" he said. "Hard and fast?"
Tor didn't answer, just started undoing Jake's shirt. The wet cotton was plastered to his chest and Tor had to push it out of the way with every button he managed to undo. The process would have being entirely too frustrating for Jake except that with every button undone, every bit of skin revealed, Tor's mouth moved over him, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of tingling nerve endings.
When the shirt was finally undone Jake let go of Tor and dragged it off, tossing it into the back of the truck. He leaned against Tor again, kissing him hard, their teeth clashing. Tor finally pushed him off and licked his swollen lips.
"Strip down, Taggart. Get the muck off."
Jake put a hand on the truck for balance and yanked one of his boots off, sending it into the back of the truck with his shirt. As he bent to get the other one off he looked at Tor and moaned, seeing him leaning against the truck, pants gone now, stroking himself in the rain. Water ran down his chest and arms, his legs were spread to brace himself in the slick mud and he was pulling himself in long hard strokes.
Jake tried to take his boot off without taking his eyes off Tor and fell over.
"Fuck." Jake lay on his back, propped up on his elbows and looked at Tor. Tor didn't even bother trying not to laugh, though how he managed to laugh his ass off and keep stroking that beautiful cock Jake wasn't sure.
Sighing, Jake sat up and pulled the other boot off and leaned back again. He figured he couldn't get much dirtier, so he may as well do this the easy way. He undid his belt and Bareback
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started getting his jeans undone, then realized that Tor had stopped laughing. He glanced up and met Tor's heated look, the intensity on the man's face burning into him. "Oh, shit."
He couldn't get his pants open fast enough, his straining erection making the job that much more difficult. With a gasp and a soft sigh he managed to push his soaked jeans past his hips and his cock practically jumped into his fist. He leaned back and thrust his hips up to meet his hand, gripping himself tightly as he watched Tor jerking off. Jake wriggled in the muck, working his pants off as he stroked himself, feeling his balls pulling up.
His breath was coming in
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