Shifting Gears (Crossroads Series Book 2) (12 page)

“I just don’t want to fuck up what we have. Look at what happened last time. We didn’t talk afterward.”

“In my defense, everything that’s happened since last time was one hundred percent your fault,” Rod told him.

“I know,” Landon said, that damn smile teasing his lips again. “It would most definitely be my fault. Seeing what I’ve seen…living what I lived. It’s got my wires crossed when it comes to sex and relationships. It’s a fucked-up excuse but it’s true.”

Rod got that. He really fucking did, but damn he wanted Landon too. And if Landon wanted him just a quarter of how much Rod desired him, then there was no chance this was going away. They’d fuck, maybe fuck a few times, and then Landon would get tired of him and they could go back to being friends. The end.

“I’m going to say this once, and then I’ll let it go. I won’t push, won’t bring it up again, and we’ll pretend none of it happened.” He grabbed Landon’s face and held him so he had to look at him. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want to suck your dick. I want you every fucking way I can have you. Every person that I’ve ever had sex with walked away with no problem. This wouldn’t be different. We get along. We have crazy-fucking chemistry and that chemistry would no doubt transfer in bed. Neither of us wants or expects anything other than friendship, and maybe getting off together from time to time. Really, if you look at it, it’s the perfect situation. We get sex and friendship and don’t have to worry about any of the other shit.”

It was there, in the dark corners of the back of his mind, that only part of what he said was true. There was something, something deeper in the way he felt about Landon. Something that could most definitely turn into more, but this? The sex? He would make that be enough, and then Landon would leave before Rod had the chance for his feelings to turn into what they shouldn’t.

He let go of Landon’s face. Rod couldn’t read his expression and wasn’t sure if he wanted to, or if Landon could see Rod’s quiet truth in his eyes. “So that’s it. We go on the way we were, or we go on the way we were with sex involved sometimes. And now I’m done. Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“No,” Landon said, his voice low and grainy.

He was going to leave. Jesus, Rod couldn’t believe he was really fucking going to walk away.

“Okay. Whatever you want.”

Rod stood, but Landon’s hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist, keeping him from going very far. “Come here,” he said, quiet but firm. “Just come here.” Landon tugged gently, and Rod turned and went to him.

Landon pulled softly on his arm again, and Rod got the hint. He kneeled between Landon’s legs, with his knees on the floor. “You’re determined,” Landon told him.

Yes, yes he was. At least when it came to this. “Is that a bad thing?”

Landon smiled. “Hell no. You’ve had my dick hard since the first time I saw you. Easy Ride comes in the mail too, ya know?”

“Aww, so you came to see me?”

“Shut up so I can kiss you.” The look in Landon’s eyes turned dark, hungry, urgent, and he pulled Rod closer, covering Rod’s mouth with his own. His tongue went straight for Rod’s lips, demanding entrance, and Rod gave it easily. He tasted like a mixture of coffee and mint, like maybe he’d had a drink right after brushing his teeth.

Rod slid his hands up Landon’s thighs until he got to the bulge at the apex of them and rubbed his hand over it, feeling the large bump beneath his jeans.

Landon growled into his mouth, making it vibrate through him.

He pulled back, grabbed the bottom of Rod’s shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m so damned hungry for you. This won’t be slow. It’ll be fast and hard.”

“Were you under the impression that I wanted it slow?”

Grinning, Landon reached around and swatted Rod’s ass. “Let’s go to the room.”

“Why move when we can do it right here?” He didn’t want to give Landon the chance to change his mind. Rod reached under the couch and grabbed a bottle of lube, before pulling a condom from his wallet and tossing both to the couch.

“You keep lube under your couch?”

“I live alone. I can jack off wherever I want. Are we going to talk or do this?” But really, he liked talking to Landon, and if what Landon said was true, he liked talking to Rod as well.

“Fuck now, words later.”

Hell yes. Definitely what he wanted to hear. Rod stood up to take off his jeans. As he worked the button, Landon traced a path across his stomach with his tongue. He nipped at the skin next to Rod’s belly button, just enough to sting before he sucked the skin into his mouth again.

“Oh fuck.” Rod’s bones melted; his knees went weak.

“Get out of those pants before I rip them off of you. Want your ass.”

Rod looked down at him and nodded, letting Landon know he was good to go. Finally, his goddamned fingers started to work and he got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Blood rushed through his ears. His cock ached as he pulled down his jeans.

Landon leaned in. “Jesus, you’re leaking like crazy. Look at that fucking wet spot. I want your taste on my tongue again.” And then he nuzzled his face between Rod’s legs, his mouth against the growing spot of pre-come in Rod’s underwear.

“Damn, I’m going to fucking kill you if you make me come too soon.” Even as he spoke, Rod had his hand in Landon’s hair, pushing his face closer to his aching cock.

Landon smacked his ass again, before pulling back. “Get them off.”

There was a slight tingle in Rod’s cheek from the smacks. “You’re naughty, aren’t you?” The thought just made his balls even more heavy and tight.

“For some reason, I doubt I have anything on your level of naughtiness.”

Rod shrugged. “It gives you something to strive for. You can practice on me if you want.”

“I’ll consider it, now get your ass out of your underwear and on my dick.”

Rod’s cock pulsed behind the tightening fabric. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He stripped out of his underwear, just as Landon pulled his shirt over his head. Rod took a second to admire the definition of his muscles, his taut, golden skin. The ridges in the cut of his abs, and the dusting of hair on his chest. He fucking loved men with hair. Loved rubbing his body all over the coarse roughness of it.

“Wait,” he said as Landon began working the button on his pants. “I get to play. Do you know how much it killed me not to touch you last time?” And it had. It had hurt. He wanted his hands on Landon so badly. Jesus, he was a beautiful man.

“Then do it,” Landon told him.

Rod went down on his knees again. He pulled the button free, the zipper sticking slightly as he tried to work it down over the bulging swell behind it. He loved a nice, thick cock and Landon definitely had that.

This time it was Rod who swatted Landon, his hand smacking against his thigh. “Ass up so I can get you out of these things.”

Rod shoved the coffee table out of the way, and then leaned back on his haunches. Landon pushed against the back of the couch and lifted his ass, so Rod could pull his jeans and underwear down. When he got to the knees, he had to move to the other side of Landon’s left leg so he could pull them off.

Landon’s prick stood tall and hard, the tip glistening with pre-come. Rod wanted to suck his balls dry, milk him till he had nothing left in him, but he wanted Landon inside him too, wanted to feel a part of him in the only way he really knew how. “Jesus you’re gorgeous.” He looked up at Landon. “I can’t believe I get to play with you.”

Landon gave him a strange groan, his brows pulled together as though something Rod said confused him, but then his eyes fluttered and he groaned out, when Rod wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked.

“You’re going to make me lose my load before I’m inside of you.” Landon’s hand wrapped around Rod’s stopping it, but it didn’t put a halt to Rod’s hunger. He leaned in, tonguing Landon’s swollen sac—all that soft skin covering the tight balls beneath it.

He couldn’t stop touching him, tasting him. He wanted to do it all because this might be the only chance he got. There was a pulsing need inside him, an urgent hunger that wouldn’t go away. It just kept spreading, multiplying, growing.

He sucked Landon’s heavy balls into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, that mouth of yours. I knew it would be good,” Landon said and pride swelled in Rod’s chest. If there was one thing he was good at, it was sex.

“Come here,” Landon pulled Rod’s mouth off of him, pulled Rod to his lap and Rod went easily.

They attacked each other’s mouths. He felt Landon’s teeth bite into his bottom lip. Not enough to make him bleed but enough to make his dick threaten to explode right then.

They kept kissing, kept eating at each other’s mouths as Rod heard the bottle of lube open. He straddled Landon’s lap, leaning up slightly to make it easy for Landon to wrap his arm around Rod and finger his hole.

He shuttered with the first brush of Landon’s finger against his pucker. “Fuck yessss,” Rod hissed, gyrating his hips. He really fucking needed something inside of him.

“I jacked off to thoughts of you more than once,” Landon said before pushing a slick finger inside him.

Rod’s eyes rolled back. “Yeah?”

“Yep. Wanted to know how hot and tight you are. Wanted to feel you from the inside. At first, I kept seeing that dildo sliding in and out, but soon it was my cock. Me filling you and making you moan. I came all over my hand more than once a day thinking about this ass.”

There was a part of Rod that tried to block out the words. They were sex talk, things you said when you fucked someone, but then…they almost sounded different coming from Landon. Maybe it was because they were friends. Rod had never slept with someone he considered a friend before. Jesus, what if Landon was right? What if his fucking libido put crazy thoughts in his head and he screwed this up?

“Landon..
.
” His previous thoughts were gone when Landon pushed his finger in deeper, curved it, rubbing his insides. “God
damn.
Fuck me. I want your dick.” He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. He didn’t need that one finger, two fingers, three fingers bullshit. He just wanted Landon’s prick. He loved cock and wasn’t ashamed of it. There was no changing that. There was never a chance of changing anything about who Rod was.

He rolled the condom over Landon’s erection as Landon used both hands to squeeze his ass. He spread Rod’s cheeks before kneading them.

“Lean forward.” Landon grabbed the base of his cock, before scooting down on the couch so they could get a better angle. “Ride me.”

Rod did as Landon’s husky voice told him to do. He went up on his knees. Landon squirted more lube in his hand, rubbed it on his erection and then added more to Rod’s tender hole.

And then he lowered. Landon kept ahold of his dick and Rod slowly sat on it, let it stretch and fill him the way he loved to be stretched and filled. “Finally.” He smiled when he spoke, trying to keep the mood light.

“Took you long enough to come around,” Landon teased back.

“I’m stubborn and ridiculous. What can I say?” And then he sat all the way down, the back of his thighs on Landon. Landon’s cock buried as deep in Rod’s ass as it could go.

“Don’t move.” Landon grabbed his hips, leaned forward resting his forehead against Rod’s chest. “Don’t fucking move. Not yet. Jesus, you feel even better than I thought you would.”

That’s what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear, and finally, when Landon started to guide his hips, Rod was ready. He rode Landon hard—up and down, he let Landon’s cock fill him before pulling almost all the way out of him again.

He felt the familiar stretch of his ass, the pressure that made him come so fucking hard.

Landon thrust up into him, a deep breath gasping from Rod’s lungs every time he slammed home. Rod stayed up on his knees, letting Landon run the show for now, letting him fuck fast and hard the way he’d promised.

“Jerk yourself off. My balls are gonna explode any second. Let me feel your ass squeezing me until I do.”

Yes. Rod wanted that very, very much. He rubbed his swollen cock. Each stroke sent another bolt of pleasure through him—his cock and ass both in fucking heaven right now.

Landon’s hand slid up to his throat. He almost lost his rhythm for a minute, but relaxed when he just held him there, rubbing his thumb over Rod’s Adam’s apple.

“You’re so fucking sexy riding me like this. And Jesus, that eyeliner gets my dick hard.”

Okay, so he’d wear it every damn day then.

Rod moved faster. Landon did as well. Their bodies slapped together. They were sweaty, and breathing heavy, the sounds of their sex the only thing in the room, and he fucking loved it.

His balls drew tight. His legs quivered. “Fuck…I’m gonna—” And then he did. Rod shot his load, white ribbons of come shooting up, landing on his chest, in the trail of hair that lead to Landon’s dick and disappeared inside him.

He felt Landon tense. His hands went to Rod’s ass and he squeezed his cheeks hard, nails biting in as he shot, coming in the condom, thrusting his way through orgasm.

Rod collapsed against him. He’d get up in a second, but right now he wasn’t sure his legs worked.