Page 53 of Touch of Innocence
“A goat with the tail of a fish,” Sam continued, and Gunner blinked, then shook his head as he turned his gaze up to the gemstone-studded sky.
“Whoever saw these things must have been pretty damn high,” Gunner commented and then slipped his arm around Sam’s shoulders, pulling him close to him. Sam turned onto his side, pressing against Gunner’s hip, his arm slipping over the smooth, flat expanse of Gunner’s stomach.
“I think it was mostly the Ancient Greeks but don’t quote me on that,” Sam admitted, and only after he said it did he realize how strange it was for him to not only admit to not knowing something but also to feel comfortable saying it. It all came down to trust. He trusted Gunner, who simply nodded and turned his head so that his lips brushed against Sam’s.
It was just supposed to be a light kiss, nothing serious, but that seldom worked between them. Just the brush of lips, or even hands, together would usually be enough for them both to get much more serious about it, and this time was no different. The heat between them, the passion, it didn’t seem to diminish at all. If anything, it grew stronger with every day that passed.
Sam was just thinking that it might be a good idea to roll on top of Gunner, to press their bodies more closely together than ever, maybe to suggest a stroll off onto the grounds away from anyone else’s gaze, when Gunner pulled back away from the kiss, those delectable lips still swollen and slightly damp from it.
When Gunner looked at him like that, it was far too easy to imagine his cock disappearing between those lips, those big, round hazel eyes shimmering and shining up at him in the darkness as Gunner pleasured him like no one else had ever been able to.
Gunner smirked at him, and Sam was pretty sure that his own thoughts were written all over his face, that Gunner knew exactly what he was doing to Sam. Well, it had been a long time since Sam had actually really felt ashamed of his desire for Gunner, though it had once been everything to Sam to try to hide all signs of what he had seen as an abnormality.
Normal or not didn’t seem to matter that much anymore. Not when Gunner had busted through those walls so easily. He wanted Gunner, and he would have him, and really, that was what mattered more than anything else.
“Hey, babe,” Gunner murmured, his voice low and intimate as he turned onto his side to face Sam, the hard angles of his body pressing against Sam, obvious even through the thin layers of their clothing.
“Mmm?” Sam hummed, shifting in to brush his lips against the line of Gunner’s strong jaw, the faint rasp of stubble thrilling him in a way that he once never would have believed.
“I’m pretty sure that you have work tonight,” Gunner murmured, his eyes glistening at him with amusement in them, far too clear. Gunner was a tease sometimes, there was really no two ways about it, and Sam groaned as he forced himself to put a few inches between himself and Gunner and the intriguing places that this making out had been going.
“… Fuck,” Sam commented, and then he heard the rumbly sound of a throat being loudly, deliberately cleared nearby. Far too close, actually. Sam did tend to get pretty lost in Gunner given half a chance. Ben had managed to walk all the way up to them without Sam even noticing.
“None of that,” Ben said, prodding lightly at Sam’s shoulder with his foot. “You do have work tonight, so get to it before I turn the damn hose on you two.”
Sam turned to look at Gunner, who had the nerve to be smirking at him. He looked his boyfriend over, from head to toe, even as he rose to his feet.
“Later,” Sam murmured, and the word was a promise, pure and simple. He was going to get some revenge for this, but it would have to be after work.
Gunner
It wasn’t like Gunner had wanted Sam to go. He would have, by far, preferred to take Sam somewhere private so that he could explore what they had started without being interrupted at all. But that would have been screwing Ben and Isaac over, and besides, Sam would have hated himself for his irresponsibility.
So it had been the right thing to do, but that shouldn’t imply that Gunner didn’t take some serious amusement out of teasing his boyfriend like that. When Sam got worked up, well, all Gunner could really do was hold on for the ride, and he had learned that that was a lot of fun for him.
Of course, he so rarely had the willpower himself to deny Sam. So when the chance had come up, he figured he could be forgiven for being all over it. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten quite as into it as he was, though, because, in the end, he had to wait just as long as Sam did.
Only maybe it was worse for him, because Sam, at least, was busy pouring drinks and watching over his big brother’s bar. He had something to occupy his time, and Gunner, well, he really didn’t.
He messed with his bike a little bit, but it was already in perfect shape, so there wasn’t much he could actually do with it. He had a brief conversation with Isaac and Ben, but they both looked at him so knowingly that eventually that got awkward and he excused himself back to the converted barn that he and Sam shared these days.
Tired from his long day, and yet strangely energized, Gunner paced over the floor. His thoughts were all of almond-shaped green eyes and dramatic cheekbones, a tight, slender, ripped body, the jut of a thick cock as it pressed up toward Gunner’s lips …
It was hell. He only hoped that Sam was going through even a fraction of what Gunner was. When was this intense desire going to calm down a little? Then again, looking at Ben and Isaac, Gunner couldn’t help but think that sometimes it just didn’t.
Eventually, with his body more or less under control though ready to be so easily aroused again, Gunner fell into bed. He might as well try to nap until Sam got there, and he could only hope that Sam would fulfill the promise that he had made right before he left for work.
He hadn’t actually been sure that he could sleep, but he did manage to, lightly, thinly. He found himself lost in vaguely erotic, and very sensual, dreams, all of them revolving around his beautiful, maddening boyfriend. In that dream, there was a hint of a new secret that Gunner had, the gleam of a golden ring, but that was something which wouldn’t be a secret for long.
Someday, he was going to marry that man. It was too soon for him to feel that way, and far too soon to ask, so he’d wait until it wouldn’t give Sam a heart attack, but the resolve was there.
The next thing he knew, there was a firm, solid weight settling on the bed, and the mattress gave under it so that Gunner rolled toward that weight. Lips touched his, rousing him instantly. His body was just so ready to feel desire for this man, and even half asleep, Gunner knew Sam. Knew him by his scent, by his movements, by a thousand other tiny signs that would make him know him anywhere.
“Sammy,” Gunner murmured, and wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him close. The connection of their lips deepened, and before Gunner was even fully awake, Sam had rolled on top of him and was straddling his body.
As he woke, Gunner realized that the situation was a little bit novel. Sam was naked, he had stripped down completely bare, whereas Gunner had fallen asleep in his clothing. It was strange to reach up, to touch smooth, soft, bare skin, but to feel his own clothes as they pressed against each other.
“Lie still,” Sam murmured, as he shifted down from Gunner’s lips, down to crouch between his legs. His movements were urgent, and if Gunner had been a little bit worried that the intensity of the desire that Sam felt for him would fade what with working, he found quickly that that was nowhere near the case.
