ragged gasps and he knew he was going to shoot soon. He squeezed the base of his shaft hard, trying to stave off the inevitable, but Tor beat him to it. With a sharp cry Tor fell to his knees, hips snapping back and forth as he fucked his hand. Jake watched as Tor screamed out a slew of nonsense and shot, come hitting Jake on his legs and belly, and then Jake was over the edge, coming in jerky pulses, spraying his own chest.
Jake was still shaking with the aftershocks when Tor was on him, Rubbing against him and taking his mouth in a hungry kiss. Jake moaned, not caring that he was lying in mud, getting his brain twisted by the arrogant bastard who drove him to the end of his patience about twice a week.
"Christ, Taggart, you’re hot," Tor hissed in his ear as he moved over Jake. "Drive me out of my fucking skull, the way you walk around, just handling shit like you know it all."
"I do know it all. You just don't get that," Jake replied, thrusting his hips up into Tor's.
Tor groaned and slid down Jake's body again, the maneuver made easy by rainwater, mud and come. He licked at Jake's cock and then rolled off.
"No way I'm fucking in the mud, Taggart. Up you go." Tor pushed himself up to his feet and held a hand out to Jake.
Jake looked down at himself and raised a brow. He didn't blame Tor in the least; messy was an understatement. He let Tor pull him up and they stood in the rain, scraping as much dirt off themselves as they could, then let the rain take care of the rest. They moved hands over each other, wiping the water to where it was needed, feeling taut muscles strain and flex.
Jake felt Tor's hand move down his back and tensed, not sure if he was going to get turned around for another mind melting kiss or if the games were progressing. The only thing he was sure of was that no one's cock was going in anything other than a mouth without a condom, lots of lube, and a very thorough examination for mud.
"What's up?" Tor said, moving his hand away.
Jake turned and looked at him, saying, "Me. Get in the truck, Tornado."
12
Bareback
Tor smirked and reached for him, pushing him up against the truck, his hand stroking Jake's erection to fullness. "Yeah, Taggart. Truck." Then his mouth was on Jake's again, tongue owning him. Jake moaned, giving himself over to the man, his hips thrusting lazily into Tor's hand.
Tor let go and opened the truck door. "After you," he grinned.
"Bastard." Jake moved, climbing into the truck and pushing the blankets out of the way.
He leaned back and watched Tor get in, eyes following the water trail down the leanness of Tor's body to the dark thatch of hair at his crotch.
Jake let his hand move to his own shaft again, needing to feel some friction, some contact. He moaned softly when the door closed against the rain and it was just him and Tor in the truck, the rest of the world shut out. He closed his eyes and let himself go, riding the slow build of need, feeling it gather at the base of his spine.
He felt Tor move his leg, spreading him wide. He opened his eyes and watched as Tor’s dark head dipped low, felt Tor's tongue on the tip of his erection. He shifted a bit, giving the man more room to work, and was rewarded by the sudden, all encompassing heat that surrounded him, the wet mouth taking him in, nice and deep.
"Oh yeah, Tor, like that."
Tor moved a little, then pushed down, taking in more, worked his tongue around the head and started to suck. Big hands held his hips, not letting him thrust as Tor moved up and down on his cock, and Jake couldn't have that. He let Tor have his way for awhile, let himself get so hard it hurt, lost in the feeling. He hissed when Tor pushed at the slit at the tip with his tongue and Jake just about crawled out of his skin when he felt teeth on the upstroke. When he felt himself getting close, though, he pried at Tor's hands, forcing them off his hips. Tor resisted, like the bastard he was, and Jake finally resorted to talking him into
Jake was still shaking with the aftershocks when Tor was on him, Rubbing against him and taking his mouth in a hungry kiss. Jake moaned, not caring that he was lying in mud, getting his brain twisted by the arrogant bastard who drove him to the end of his patience about twice a week.
"Christ, Taggart, you’re hot," Tor hissed in his ear as he moved over Jake. "Drive me out of my fucking skull, the way you walk around, just handling shit like you know it all."
"I do know it all. You just don't get that," Jake replied, thrusting his hips up into Tor's.
Tor groaned and slid down Jake's body again, the maneuver made easy by rainwater, mud and come. He licked at Jake's cock and then rolled off.
"No way I'm fucking in the mud, Taggart. Up you go." Tor pushed himself up to his feet and held a hand out to Jake.
Jake looked down at himself and raised a brow. He didn't blame Tor in the least; messy was an understatement. He let Tor pull him up and they stood in the rain, scraping as much dirt off themselves as they could, then let the rain take care of the rest. They moved hands over each other, wiping the water to where it was needed, feeling taut muscles strain and flex.
Jake felt Tor's hand move down his back and tensed, not sure if he was going to get turned around for another mind melting kiss or if the games were progressing. The only thing he was sure of was that no one's cock was going in anything other than a mouth without a condom, lots of lube, and a very thorough examination for mud.
"What's up?" Tor said, moving his hand away.
Jake turned and looked at him, saying, "Me. Get in the truck, Tornado."
12
Bareback
Tor smirked and reached for him, pushing him up against the truck, his hand stroking Jake's erection to fullness. "Yeah, Taggart. Truck." Then his mouth was on Jake's again, tongue owning him. Jake moaned, giving himself over to the man, his hips thrusting lazily into Tor's hand.
Tor let go and opened the truck door. "After you," he grinned.
"Bastard." Jake moved, climbing into the truck and pushing the blankets out of the way.
He leaned back and watched Tor get in, eyes following the water trail down the leanness of Tor's body to the dark thatch of hair at his crotch.
Jake let his hand move to his own shaft again, needing to feel some friction, some contact. He moaned softly when the door closed against the rain and it was just him and Tor in the truck, the rest of the world shut out. He closed his eyes and let himself go, riding the slow build of need, feeling it gather at the base of his spine.
He felt Tor move his leg, spreading him wide. He opened his eyes and watched as Tor’s dark head dipped low, felt Tor's tongue on the tip of his erection. He shifted a bit, giving the man more room to work, and was rewarded by the sudden, all encompassing heat that surrounded him, the wet mouth taking him in, nice and deep.
"Oh yeah, Tor, like that."
Tor moved a little, then pushed down, taking in more, worked his tongue around the head and started to suck. Big hands held his hips, not letting him thrust as Tor moved up and down on his cock, and Jake couldn't have that. He let Tor have his way for awhile, let himself get so hard it hurt, lost in the feeling. He hissed when Tor pushed at the slit at the tip with his tongue and Jake just about crawled out of his skin when he felt teeth on the upstroke. When he felt himself getting close, though, he pried at Tor's hands, forcing them off his hips. Tor resisted, like the bastard he was, and Jake finally resorted to talking him into
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