Page 50 of Rarely Pure and Never Simple
"What?"
"Don't start lying to me now."
Little irritation sparks flew off Blaze's fingers as he drummed them on the tailgate. "I don't lie about shit like that. You're hot as hell. You're a little weird, granted, and the way you stare through stuff probably throws people off, but you're handsome enough to cause a coronary. Especially with your clothes off."
The rising moon caught a wet glint in Damien's eyes as he blinked up at Blaze. He chose to ignore it and leaned in for a gentle, lingering kiss. And where the hell did that come from? Getting all soppy and sentimental.
"Call me a liar again, Twitch. Go on. Try it."
"If I do, you'll knock my fucking head off?"
"You"—Blaze tapped the end of Damien's nose—"are a fast learner. I like that in a man."
Damien managed a choked laugh as he pulled off his boots, put them away neatly, and crawled inside to their flattened-seat beds. Blaze risked a last look over to the skimmer. The darkened lump near the skimmer's door told him Shudder had decided to bed down under the stars. Chilly prospect, but none of his business.
He followed Damien in, closing up as he went, and stripped out of his coat and shirt. After the half fiasco the previous evening, he'd decided to leave Damien alone. He would have, too, but the moment he lay down, a hand fumbled at his belt.
"Blaze, you still have your guns strapped on," Damien murmured in what almost sounded like fond exasperation. "You can't sleep with your guns."
"No? You don't think that would be sexy? Me in nothing but my holsters?"
He got a snort for that, which from Damien was as good as a laugh. Carefully, not wanting to catch Damien in the face with his elbow, he unstrapped his weapons and set them aside while Damien undid his belt and fly in quick, efficient tugs. He was about to do the same for his lover when heavenly wet heat enveloped the head of his cock.
His limbs lost all coordination, and his head thumped back on the pillow. There might have been an embarrassing, strangled squeak involved, but he wasn't going to admit it. Damien hummed a delicious moan as he licked around the head and teased his tongue into Blaze's slit.
"God." One of Blaze's hands remembered how to move, cupping the back of Damien's head as he closed his lips around the shaft. The velvet pouch confining his erection slid down as Damien took him in, that magic tongue licking all the way down.
He squirmed and moaned, trying to remember human speech. "Damien, I'm gonna come that way."
"Mm-hmm."
"And then I'll fall asleep and you'll be pissed at me."
"Hmm."
The heart-pounding velvet heat left his cock, allowing Blaze to pull in a normal breath and indulge in a moment's selfish disappointment. Rustling and soft grunts came from the far end of the cab. Soon Damien's breath returned to his skin. Blaze reached out with both hands and found a completely naked Damien beside him on hands and knees with his feet at Blaze's head.
"Clever man," Blaze purred and took hold of Damien's right knee to help guide him to where he could straddle Blaze's head.
Damien didn't return immediately to sucking on him like a lollipop. Instead, he nuzzled at the velvet still covering his balls and half his cock. "I love these. The textures. So beautiful on you."
"You'd better like it. You picked it out."
Blaze decided that must have been the perfect response since his cock got to nestle back between soft lips. He lifted his head to nose at the curls around Damien's balls. Completely natural, no trimming or depilating that he could tell. Just how he liked his men and, oh, fuck, Damien smelled so good, even after a day on the road.
A sweet moan vibrated around his erection as he sucked on Damien's balls. The moan turned into a sensual wriggle as he got them both between his lips at the same time. His big mouth was good for some things.
He gasped and lost his concentration when Damien shoved his velvet pouch down and swallowed him whole, his head knocking against Damien's throat. He fought to keep his hips down, not sure yet how far experience went. Last thing he wanted to do was make his lover choke and gag.
"Attaboy," Blaze murmured against the tender skin of Damien's thigh. "Just like that. So damn good."
Always hard to concentrate in a sixty-nine if you both went full bore, so Blaze bent his knees up and spread his legs, giving Damien all the access he wanted. He didn't disappoint, pulling up and down with hard suction, twisting his tongue over the head on every upstroke.
Damien's aggression in bed appeared to be usual for him. He shoved two fingers into his mouth beside Blaze's aching cock. When they were sloppy wet, he hooked Blaze's thong aside and teased at his hole. Still nuzzling at Damien's toolkit, keeping everything warmed up, Blaze cried out when Damien shoved his fingers in. There was nothing gentle about it, his movements fierce and demanding, and Blaze relished the bit of pain, writhing desperately, trying to get more, now, everything.
"Damien, I'm—"
A hard growl cut him off. Blaze didn't think it was possible, but Damien actually increased his suction. He pushed his fingers in deep, bumping Blaze's prostate. Stars exploded in his vision, and he came with a howl, gripping Damien's thighs with bruising force. He squirmed through the hardest pulses of his orgasm, then took Damien in his mouth before the aftershocks calmed, keeping the momentum going before he had a chance to catch his breath.
