Page 15 of Touch of Innocence
He was out of his league here, but it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to happen. Ever since the first night while they’d been doing the dishes, Gunner had kept his distance. And it didn’t matter, anyway, because Sam wasn’t interested. Why was that starting to ring so false to him, though?
Gunner was dangerous. The first man that Sam had wanted, really, truly, whether he allowed it or not, wanted. A man who was just on his way through, and had made no secret of that. A bad boy, not the sort of person that Sam should be letting in.
And yet, Sam had seen past that gruff, strong exterior. He’d seen Gunner being playful, grinning at him with mischief sparkling in his eyes. He’d seen Gunner scared. He’d seen Gunner in action, saving Sam’s dog.
Silently, Sam knelt down and carefully sprayed water over the filthy black lab. A thick torrent of brown water ran off of him, and it seemed like it would never run clear.
Shadow shifted uneasily, and Gunner came down to their level, whispering softly in that utterly adorable, sweet voice again. He spoke nonsense, soothing and calming things about how Shadow was a good dog, how he just had to stay still, that was a good puppy, because the words didn’t matter. It was all about the tone.
As Gunner held Shadow, he distracted him enough that Sam was able to lather him up with the shampoo. Alone, this would have turned into basically a wrestling match with the dog, and while Sam knew that he would have triumphed in the end, there could be no doubt that it was a lot easier when he had Gunner helping.
Just as Sam was thinking that he had been overly cautious to take off nearly all of his clothes, just as Shadow was stepping out of the tub, gleaming fresh and clean in the afternoon sun, the dog shook himself dry. Droplets of water flew everywhere, and Sam, who had pretty much dried off in the hot summer sun, gasped as he was misted liberally again.
He heard Gunner laugh, and while he felt a brief moment of chagrin, there wasn’t the same anger, the same defensiveness, as he had felt before. He raised his eyes and couldn’t even help but join in the laughter, though the sound caught in his throat when he saw Gunner kneeling there.
Gunner was grinning, droplets of water clinging to his hair, his chest, his shoulders, even his eyelashes. Maybe it shouldn’t have been appealing, with the smell of wet dog all around them, but Sam found that his eyes caught on Gunner, iron drawn to strong magnets, utterly irresistible.
“Hey, Sammy, think fast,” Gunner said, and as he sprung to his feet, Sam saw that he was holding the hose in his hand. But he noticed that far too late since Gunner had already turned it on. Sam had barely noticed it before Gunner was spraying him with it.
“Oh, that’s it, it’s on,” Sam threatened, helplessly laughing as he lunged at Gunner, their bodies colliding as they wrestled over the hose, with Shadow happily barking as he bounded around them, enjoying the game.
Which Sam thought was sort of hilarious, really, given how miserable Shadow had been while Sam and Gunner had been bathing him. Once the stream of water involved playing, though, Shadow was in, and the grin on his doggie face was as clear as day.
Dogs were weird. On the other hand, Sam realized that he was actually having fun, trying to snatch the hose back from Gunner, wrestling him for it, laughing as the frigid spray of water washed over both of them, rinsing away some of the muck from the river.
Maybe it would have just stayed playing, somewhat odd for the two of them but not dangerous, if not for Shadow. But the dog was still so young, so playful, and the next thing Sam knew he had a large black furry head knocking into the back of his knees, making them buckle and sending him flying.
Right into Gunner, who put up his hands and dropped the hose, catching Sam before he could go tumbling to the ground. His chest smacked right into Gunner’s, and Sam was dimly aware of those strong, rough, calloused hands on his bare skin as the two of them tumbled to the ground.
The ground was covered in mud from all of the water spraying around, and in two seconds, all of the cleaning that had happened from the hose was undone, on Gunner, at least. Sam landed on top of the other man, and for a moment, Sam was struggling to draw in a breath.
Gunner was huge and strong, and it was a little bit like falling onto concrete to land on top of him. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize just what position they were in, though, their legs tangled together, hips pressed flush, so close to one another that not even a thin dime could have been shoved between them.
Sam shifted uneasily, but that just brushed his skin over Gunner, rubbed the front of their boxers together in a way which sent a thrill of desire racing along Sam’s skin. His cock twitched, and the worst part was, he was pretty sure he felt Gunner’s twitch right back.
They were both almost naked. Two thin layers of cotton were all that separated them, and Sam couldn’t actually remember a time when he had found anything to be this arousing. Just that light brush together, the feel of Gunner’s dick plumping up against his own, and Sam was ready to go.
His eyes met Gunner’s, seeing the way that the gold in them increased as the desire built between them. At that moment, there was a wordless communication, an acknowledgment that what was about to happen was inevitable, unless one of them stopped it right now.
Neither of them did. For Sam, at least, he didn’t even come close. He just groaned softly and his long legs settled on either side of Gunner’s. His hips rocked, almost against his will, without his conscious direction, only that wasn’t true because at the very least he allowed it to happen.
Gunner moaned, just a soft exhalation of air, and his hands, which had been pressed into the small of Sam’s back to break his fall, those hands slid down to cup Sam’s ass. Not on top of the fabric, but beneath it, and for the first time it was a man groping Sam’s ass, a big, strong, undeniably masculine man.
The kiss was as utterly inevitable as everything else that was happening. Their hips started to roll, seeking each other out, grinding and bumping together until they were both so hard that they threatened to burst right out of their boxers. Sam felt it. He felt Gunner, and he heard him, and as their lips met and their tongues slid together, Sam also heard Gunner’s desperate, breathy little moans.
It was so easy to rock, to thrust, to grind himself against Gunner. To press their erections together, to finally shove Gunner down, his hands on those broad shoulders, and to rut against him almost frantically as the pleasure rose inside of him.
For some reason, it didn’t take too long for the desire to overtake Sam. This shouldn’t be the sort of thing that drove him this insane. He shouldn’t have felt himself building toward an orgasm, not this easily. Not with a man.
And yet, this was the most intense, the most real, sexual experience that he already had. The way Gunner thrashed under him, the way those eyes seemed to glisten gold as he got close, too, it was all unbearably hot, and when it happened, his orgasm slammed through him with a force that brutally stole his breath.
Their bodies arched and they kissed hard enough that their lips were almost bruised with it. At the same time that Sam felt his own release tear through him like a tidal wave, at the same time as he soaked his boxers with cum, he felt Gunner tense up under him and heard his urgent, primal moans as he spilled more fluids between them.
It was the first time that Sam had ever made a man come. It was the first time he’d ever come for another man, too. It was utterly terrifying, and Sam felt a cold chill deep inside of himself when he realized that he had liked it. More than he had ever liked any other sexual experience that he’d ever had. Far, far more. There was just no comparison.
He could go again far too soon, and when he looked down at Gunner, he saw the same desire written in his eyes, stamped on his face.
