Beginning to Believe (9 page)

“Ty! Oh, again! Please. Again.” His shoulders left the pillow, rocking toward Ty’s touch.

Ty obliged him, fingertips sliding over his gland again and again. He was on fire. Burning. Aching. He twisted, crying out over and over, needing so badly.

“Not too much now,” whispered Ty. “Wait for me. I want you to come on my cock.”

Oh. Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Kit nodded, hand gripping the base of his cock. “Yes. Oh, I want that too.”

Ty’s fingers slipped away and Ty settled between his thighs. The heat of Ty’s cock was so much, the blunt head pressing against his opening.

“Oh...” He blinked up into Ty’s eyes, wanting so bad. “Please, let me feel you.”

“Stop me if it’s too much,” Ty told him. Then his lover was pushing in, slowly, carefully stretching him open. Oh, it burned, but the sensation wasn’t sharp, more like drowning in heat, his entire body sinking into the feeling. “Oh Kit -- you’re so tight. So good.”

Ty groaned and kept pushing in, not stopping until the man’s hips were pressed up tight against his ass.

“Oh... Ty...” Kit couldn’t catch his breath, the pleasure was so huge, the intensity overwhelming.

“Yeah, ‘s good, cowboy.” Ty leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. “You tell me when it’s good to move.”

Slowly he relaxed, taking careful kisses, body remembering the feeling of being loved, being filled. “Now, Ty. Make love to me.”

“Yes, Kit.” With that Ty started moving. Ty pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in, body moving slowly.

It took them a minute or two, to find a comfortable place for his legs, to smooth out the rhythm, to get it right. Once they found their stride, though, Kit was lost, body and heart and soul.

Ty peppered his face and chest with kisses, moving in and out, shifting until each push in included a nudge to his gland.

He cried out, the sound almost a song, almost a prayer.

“You’re glowing, Kit.” Ty kept moving, stroking across his gland with every thrust. “Amazing.”

His fingers were fisted in the sheets, lightning shooting along his spine. “Soon, Ty. Oh, God. Soon.”

“Yeah.” One of Ty’s hands wrapped around his cock and Ty’s thrusts got harder, faster, more.

It didn’t take much, a tug and a thrust and Kit was flying, body convulsing. Ty moaned and kept thrusting, keeping him high, sending sweet aftershocks jerking through his body.

He felt good. Hell, he felt so far on the plus side of good he wasn’t sure what it was called.

Ty thrust a couple more times and then froze, calling out his name.

Kit caught Ty as his lover slumped onto him, holding Ty close. “Oh, fuck. Ty. So good.”

Gasping, Ty nodded. “Damn good.”

He took a soft kiss, licking Ty’s lips. “Fuck, yeah.”

Ty chuckled, chasing his tongue. “Man, being with you makes me feel good, Kit. And I don’t just mean the fucking.”

“Mm... yeah? Because I could so fall for you.” Could so fall in love.

“It’s easy to be in love while in the sack, Kit. The trick is making it work every day.” Ty really looked at him, eyes serious. “There aren’t a lot of folks willing to do that. Are you?”

He met Ty’s gaze, so sure. “I’ve never done anything but every day, Ty. I’m a forever sort of man.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone who wanted every day, Kit, but I’d sure like to give it a shot with you.”

He reached up, cupped Ty’s cheek. “You make me want to believe.”

Ty nuzzled and moaned softly, softening cock sliding out. “It feels good being with you. Better than anything in a long, long time. I don’t want to lose it.”

“I can live with that.” Kit grinned, watching the sun in Ty’s hair. “I can so live with that.”

“Cool.” Ty’s lips covered his, the kiss warm, long, full of promise.

Oh, yeah. He could live with this.

Chapter Nine

Monday morning, Ty reluctantly left Kit’s bed to go open the garage.

He figured unexpectedly closed for three days was probably long enough. He’d called V and had her put up a sign for him, but he had a few bikes needing work that were supposed to be delivered this week.

He’d been reluctant to go though. As if leaving Kit’s might break the spell between them. He’d meant what he said, though -- it was easy enough when it was just the two of them making love all day, every day, but normal every day was harder and it had to start sometime.

Monday night was lonely, sleeping in his own bed all by himself. There were any number of ex-lovers he could have called for company, but he found that it wasn’t just any body he was missing, it was Kit himself.

He checked his watched again -- 4:20. He was closing up at five sharp and calling Kit. He wanted to see the man.

At 4:25, the front door opened, the smell of fried chicken strong. “Y’all still open?”

He grinned and popped up from behind the bike he was working on. “Kit!”

“Hey, stranger.” Kit gave him a grin. “I brought supper.”

“Cool.” Ty wiped his hands on a rag and made his way over to Kit. “I’m a mess, but if you’ll risk the grease, I’m dying for a kiss from my favorite cowboy.”

Kit’s face just glowed. “I’m wash and wear, Ty.”

“Awesome.” He took Kit at his word and wrapped grease stained arms around the man, pressing up close as he brought their mouths together.

God, Kit tasted good. Smelled good, too and that beard and mustache tickled just like he remembered. Kit moaned into his lips, tongue sliding into his mouth and tasting. Just like that he was hard, hungry. And not for chicken. He deepened the kiss, wishing like hell there wasn’t a set of stairs up to his place.

Kit’s fingers trailed through his hair, opening wide for him, then pulling back. “Mmm... Ty. Are you finished for the day?”

“No, Kit. I’m just getting started.”

Soft chuckles pushed into his lips. “Show me your bed?”

“You okay with the stairs?” he asked softly, hands sliding over Kit’s hips.

“I’ll manage. You won’t let me fall.” Those eyes shone at him.

“You’re right. I won’t.” He gave Kit another kiss. “Give me two minutes to lock up.”

“Sure.” Kit was grinning, ear-to-ear. “Would you think I was pushy if I said I brought an overnight bag?”

Ty laughed. “No, I’d think you were a man who didn’t want to share a toothbrush.”

The laughter was warm, rich, and he watched Kit make it out to the truck and grab a bag and a guitar case.

Grinning and almost bouncing, he covered the bike he’d been working on and quickly put away his tools. Once Kit was back in he closed the doors and locked up. Then he took Kit’s hand and led his lover to the stairs.

Kit let him take the food and the guitar up, then together they slowly did the stairs, talking about this and that, relaxed, easy, not a bit of worry on his lover’s face. They made it without a hitch and his hand tightened on Kit’s.

“There’s the kitchen and the living room,” he said, waving in their general direction. “The bedroom’s this way.”

“Very nice.” Kit grinned, following him to the bedroom, stepping carefully.

His bedroom was painted blues and greens, like being caught in a huge wave. The bed was low, unmade. “I’m not the neatest housekeeper,” he admitted.

Kit grinned. “I’m not worried. Well, maybe a little about getting up off that bed...”

Ty grinned back at his lover. “You’re not going to hear me complaining if you wind up stuck in my bed.”

“Oh, then I’m not worried at all.” Kit took a long kiss, licking at his lips until they parted.

“Love the way you taste,” Ty told Kit, fingers working on the buttons of Kit’s shirt.

“Mmm... was lonely last night without you. Reckoned you might feel the same.” Kit started working on his jeans.

“Big time lonely. I was just waiting for five to close up shop and show up unannounced on your doorstep. Hadn’t thought of bringing supper with me though -- that was a good one.”

“I knew I wasn’t interested in cooking or going out.” Kit grinned, cheeks pink. “It’s still all new, just the thought of you makes me ache.”

He nodded, helped Kit get his jeans past that sweet ass and then helped the man lower down onto his mattress so Kit could take off the legs.

“I know what you mean. I’ve had a hard-on for two days straight.”

Kit chuckled. “I’ll take care of that for you, Ty. Don’t you worry.”

The legs were put aside out of the way, his lover turning to push into his arms. “Hey.”

“Hey, cowboy.” Ty wrapped his arms around Kit, licking at the man’s lips, chuckling softly as the short hairs of Kit’s beard and mustache tickled him.

He was fed the sweetest little moan, Kit’s hands moving down his back and working his muscles with a strong, sure touch. He pulled his t-shirt off, eager for those warm hands to be touching directly on his skin.

“Mmm... Ty.” Kit’s mouth trailed over his jaw, his neck, licking and nibbling, hands pushing into his open jeans.

“Oh God, Kit.” Ty whimpered a little, like a love-starved teenager, hips moving, eager.

“So sexy. Want you so bad.” Kit pushed at his jeans, one hand squeezing his ass, the other wrapped around his cock. “Taste so good.”

He pushed his jeans off with another whimper. “You make me so hot, Kit. So damn close so quick.”

“Yes. Need you now, then we’ll go slow, yeah?” One of Kit’s legs rubbed against his thigh, hot and soft.

“Oh yeah. Slow later.” He wrapped his hands around Kit’s ass, tugging his lover closer.

“Uh-huh.” Kit’s teeth fastened on his earlobe, tugged. “Dreamed about you, about your eyes when you come.”

“Sweet talker,” he accused with a gasp.

“Truth.” Kit laughed, the sound sweet. “Besides, I’m a songwriter. ‘s what we do.”

“Love that sound,” Ty murmured, hips moving, pushing his cock through Kit’s hand.

“Mmm... Love you, Ty.” The words were soft, quiet, almost silent.

“Oh!” With a gasp he came, body shuddering as he sprayed over Kit’s hand.

Kit buried his face in Ty’s shoulder, dropping soft kisses on his skin.

“Oh, Kit... Oh.” He squeezed Kit’s ass and then stroked the broad back, one hand moving up to slide through Kit’s hair.

“Ty...” Kit lifted his head and they kissed, Kit’s eyes closed, hidden.

Ty put everything he felt into the kiss, all his hopes and fears and if he couldn’t say it yet, he could show Kit how much the man meant to him.

Kit took all he offered, cock sliding against his belly, the motions of those hips growing jerky, restless.

He wanted to suck Kit off, but the condoms were on the shelf by the head of the bed. Instead he wrapped his hand around the man’s cock, tugging. It didn’t take anything before Kit was crying out, seed pouring over Ty’s fingers. He kissed his lover, hand still moving, drawing out the pleasure. Soft cries filled his mouth, Kit’s eyes meeting his, shining, bright.

He let go of Kit’s cock and slid his hands through the short hair. “I think I’m falling in love with you, cowboy.”

Kit’s eyes closed for a second, then opened again as Kit nodded, a small wondering smile on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ty kissed Kit again, slowly. “Yeah.”

Kit’s fingers brushed through his hair. “I’m glad.”

“Good.”

His own fingers began some explorations of their own, sliding over the lovely muscles of Kit’s arms and back. That got him random little noises -- sighs and moans, little hums and purrs. All the while Kit was loving him, touching and stroking, mouth taking long kisses.

The fast had been good, necessary, but the slow... oh, this slow moving together was magical. They were stretched out in the bed, moving together in waves, skin on skin, lips together, breathing each other’s air. The magic just grew and grew, getting stronger between them, making him ache in the best of possible ways.

Kit smiled at him -- the look warm and happy, pure joy, something he could feel deep in his soul. Ty caused that look. He made Kit happy.

He wanted to keep it there. Forever.

“Ty... “ Kit took a deep kiss, tongue pushing in for a long, slow taste.

He wrapped his lips around Kit’s tongue, sucking softly. It was a keening sound that pushed into his lips, those strong hands counting his ribs. So vocal. So responsive.

He slid his leg between Kit’s, rubbing his knee against his lover’s balls as they kissed. His hands were busy too, sliding over Kit’s sides, his hips, on down to trace the scars where Kit’s knee should have been.

“You’re the only one who’s ever tried to touch me there.” Kit nuzzled, legs shifting. “Thank you.”

That just blew him away, the skin was so different there -- soft but with the rough scars, and sensitive. Not to mention the way it made Kit react. “Maybe you never gave anyone else a chance. I can’t imagine any part of you I don’t want to touch. With my fingers, with my prick, with my tongue...”

Kit cried out, jerking in his hands. “Oh...”