Safe in His Arms (12 page)

His steak was sizzling in the grill and his potatoes bobbing around in boiling water when he heard his name called.

“Knock, knock! Lon? Are you there? I’m announcing my presence with a fifty-piece band.”

Casey’s voice brought a smile to his face and Lon stuck his head out the caravan door. “Are you alone?”

“What? Of course I am. Was I supposed to bring someone?”

“No. But if you had someone with you then I would need to chuck some clothes on before I let you come in.”

There was a pause before Casey almost shrieked, “You’re naked?”

“Yes, and now all my neighbors know that as well. Thank you for telling them all.” Lon expected Casey to come straight in but instead frowned when there was no movement on the other side of the canvas. He descended into the annex from the van and unzipped the door to peek out. “Casey?”

Casey was on the other side, pushing his fingers against his eyes and breathing deeply.

“Case?”

“Sorry,” he squeaked. “I just need to do some dick control before I enter or else I’ll be coming all over my pants within three seconds.”

He wasn’t joking either by the look of the wood under his boardies. Lon chuckled and yanked him inside. Casey stumbled in but refused to move his fingers from his face as Lon secured the flap again. Casey was muttering to himself—something about behaving and being mature—but his wood was still there. Lon smiled and wondered why that was a big problem for Casey. He knelt down and tugged at the material of Casey’s shorts until his dick popped free.

“What are you doing?” cried Casey, finally removing his fingers.

“Counting to three,” Lon replied before shoving the entire length of Casey’s boner into his mouth. In truth it took a little longer than three seconds before Casey was coming, but not by much. Casey thrust several times and then groaned as he filled Lon’s mouth with ejaculate, and gripped his bearded face while he pumped. A nearby towel helped with clean up, and Lon pinched some delectable arse as he rose to his feet, saying, “Feel better? Good. Now I’d better rescue my steak dinner.”

The meat was a little bit overdone, but still edible. The potatoes were ready, and he chucked them on a plate with the microwaved greens, grabbed a beer, and took it out to the table in the annex. Casey was redressed and looking through the car magazine on Lon’s table with the fan blowing directly on him.

“Have you had dinner? You can share mine if you want?”

“No, thanks. Devon fed me quiche all afternoon, so I’m bloated.”

“There’s beer, Coke, or water in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

Lon waited until Casey returned with his glass of cold water before asking, “Are you still staying over tonight? I thought you were coming over at six?”

With amusement he watched the blush rise up the younger man’s neck and spread across his cheekbones. “Yes, I was planning on staying if you let me. I just couldn’t wait until six. Blame my hormones if you want, but I’m blaming the fact that you’re too sexy for me to wait another hour and a half.”

That made Lon smile, and he wolfed down his meal. “You wanna head down the beach again? It’s still fuckin’ hot.”

“No.” The blush bloomed red on Casey’s cheeks again. “I’ve cleaned up and I don’t want to get salty again.”

“Oh. It’s damn hot in here, though. What did you want to do?” Lon scraped his plate and pushed the dish away from him. “We could catch a bus to Freo for a movie or head to the pub for a beer?”

“Do you really want to know what I want to do?” Casey decisively flicked the magazine shut, got to his feet, and stood less than four feet from Lon. He affected a fake brow wipe and smiled playfully. “Oh, wow. It’s just so hot in here. You really have the right idea about stripping down. You don’t mind if I do the same, do you?”

As he pulled up his shirt to show his flat stomach, Lon’s grin turned to a leer. “No. I don’t think I mind at all.”

The cotton was discarded and Casey placed his fingers inside the waistband of his shorts, teasing by pushing them down a couple of inches and no more. “It’s way too hot for these as well, but if I take them off, I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”

Lon’s cock had all sorts of ideas. “No. I won’t get the wrong idea at all,” Lon promised.

Casey kept his mocking, nonchalant attitude, but joy shone from his eyes. “I mean, just because we’re both naked we don’t have to do anything, right?”

With a meaty paw, Lon scratched at the bristle on his chin as he considered it. “No. I don’t think we do. But how about you get naked so we can test this theory out?”

“Are you sure you’re alright with me being naked? I don’t want to offend you or anything.”

“I’ll try to keep the maidenly blushes down. Do you need some help?”

“No, thanks. See? These pants come off nice and easy. Now, don’t be upset about my boner. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It looks to be a very nice one too.”

“Thank you.” Casey giggled, something that Lon wished he could do. But a big, hairy guy giggling like a girl was not really the sexiest look.

“Now, I don’t want you to get upset about my boner either, okay?” Lon said. “It’s just something that happens sometimes. How about you bring your boner over here and we can prove it doesn’t mean anything together.”

Casey’s mouth was twitching like mad but he came obediently forward until their knees were touching. “Wow, Lon. Your dick is really big.”

“Thanks. Come here and sit on my lap and we’ll see how big yours is too. We can line them up together.” Casey spread his legs wide and eased down onto Lon’s thighs. Lon immediately surrounded both of their stiffened flesh with his hand and Casey groaned. When their erections rubbed together, Casey looked as though he wanted to come immediately.

“Shit, that feels good, Lon.”

“It’s you who feels good, Casey. I think I like every part of your body.” Lon leaned forward to take a pert nipple into his mouth while still slowly moving his hand on their dicks. Casey grabbed his head and pulled up until they were kissing madly. “I especially love this mouth of yours, Case. It’s delicious.”

Casey’s breath was coming in shorter pants now that his arousal was rising. “It’s yours. You can do anything you want with it.”

“Okay. That’s good to know. First I want to know what you want.”

“Just you.”

Lon laughed. “I think that’s a given considering the situation we’re both in at the moment, but how about some specifics for me to work with?”

Casey’s toes could just reach the ground and the leverage it provided meant he could lean in and frot with Lon. “I want you inside me.”

They took a moment to kiss again before Lon clarified. “You want my dick inside your mouth? Remember, I need specifics.”

“I want your dick covered with a condom and lube. I want to be on my hands and knees in the middle of your bed. I want your fingers inside my arse for a moment, and then I want you to take your cock and ram it so far inside me that it feels like it’s coming out my throat.”

Lon took hold of Casey’s arse globes and massaged while he ground back, finding an agreeable friction that would be able to get them both off. “When do you want this? Because I have a notion to just continue doing this for a bit.”

Casey managed to pull away with obvious reluctance, to stand unsteadily in front of Lon. “No. Bed, now. Please.” His dick was pointing straight up and leaking some, so Lon moved forward to take it in his mouth again. “No,” repeated Casey. “Bed. Sex. Now.”

Lon looked unsure. “Will that be okay? I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

“It’s not a requirement, Casey.”

“I want to,” he reiterated more firmly.

Still Lon hesitated. “Have you… done it before? I mean… you know? Not just him? Because I’m not the smallest guy on the planet, and it may take a bit to get me in.”

A smile of anticipation crossed Casey’s face. “I’ve done it. It’s okay. I can’t wait to get it in.” He turned and marched resiliently toward the van before throwing back over his shoulder. “Bring the fan with you. I have a feeling things are going to get hot and sweaty inside here.”

Five minutes later, with the fan blowing hot air across their nakedness, Casey was moaning in the middle of the bed as Lon plunged two fingers inside him. They were in the required positions—Lon’s cock covered with a pale condom, Casey on his elbows—as Casey groaned his approval. “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so great?”

An earthy chuckle erupted from Lon. “Because you have the most beautiful arse I’ve seen and I can’t get over the sight of it. What you’re feeling is my arousal.”

“No,” contradicted a breathless Casey. “I’m not feeling your arousal yet, but I hope to be soon.”

Lon encircled Casey’s arousal with his fingers as he languidly rotated his hand to bring more pleasure. “All in good time, my boy. All in good time.”

“You’re so fuckin’ mean.”

“If I was mean would I do this?” Lon asked and squeezed Casey’s erection tightly. “Or this?” he said as he curled his fingers in Casey’s tight channel, brushing against his prostate.

“Oh, holy….” Casey’s words trailed off as he lost the ability to think.

Lon curved his large body over Casey’s slighter frame, engulfing him and rubbing his chest hair on the sensitive skin of his back. “And if I was mean, I would definitely not do this.”

Casey keened animalistically as Lon pushed a third finger inside. “Now, Lon. Oh, man. Now!”

Lon pulled back and felt Casey freeze in anticipation, but instead of a hard cock against his body, Casey got Lon’s scratchy chin.
“Oh, fuck!”

Twin sensations of Lon’s tongue on his rim and Lon’s fist on his dick sent Casey over the edge. He screamed into the mattress and came in a huge gush. When he heard a familiar noise nearby, he blinked and nearly jumped a foot off the bed when he realized what was about to happen.

“No!” he cried as he spun around, just in time to see Lon ejaculate into the condom. “That was mine!”

Of course it was way too late. Lon had jerked himself off, the sounds of slapping skin still echoing through the small room. He groaned and collapsed onto the bed next to Casey. “Oh, man. Fuck that was good.”

Pouting, Casey mumbled, “You were supposed to come inside me.”

Lon opened his brown eyes, smiled shyly at him, and stretched a long arm up to pull Casey onto his furry chest. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait anymore. Later, okay?”

“Okay.”

Chapter 8

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While recovering Casey shared his news with Lon, and that led to celebrations which, unfortunately for Casey, didn’t involve any inserting of Lon’s penis in waiting holes.

“Holy fuck! I forgot to tell you. I have a job!”

Casey had been lying on top of Lon, ruffling one hand through the hair on Lon’s chest while the last shivers of his orgasm receded. Lon grunted in a pleased tone. “Yeah?”

“Yep. That’s why Devon and Ash were celebrating with me. This place called me up this morning, and I start tomorrow. Full-time hours, but only casual, so I don’t get any sick leave or holiday pay.”

“That’s excellent. Where will you be working?”

“Banksia Nurseries down in Spearwood. It’s a plant nursery, and I can catch the bus there. I’m so happy—but freaking too. I don’t know anything about plants. They told me they’ll teach me all I need to know, but still. I don’t know a wattle from a whittle, and the only thing about plants I can tell anybody is that the Quondong tree is supposed to be Aboriginal Viagra.”

Startled, Lon blinked. “Really?”

“I don’t know!” Casey wailed. “Someone once told me that, and the stupid fact stuck in my head. It’s going to be the shortest job in the history of mankind!”

Lon laughed and soothed Casey by running his hands up and down his bare back. “No it won’t. Think positive. What do you have to lose? Nothing. What do you have to gain? A job, money, respect, learning, opportunity. Now, come on. Get off me and I’ll open a pack of chips to celebrate. I’d offer beer, but a hangover on a Tuesday morning is not going to make a good impression on your new boss.”

The weather was finally cooling down, so they opened the canvas flaps in the annex to let the Doctor through and left the privacy blinds in place. Lon was perfectly happy to potter around in the nude, but Casey ended up slipping into briefs because he couldn’t keep his hands off his own dick. Lon naked. Did he need to say more?

With cold Cokes and a packet of Doritos in front of them, Lon and Casey curled up together on the recliner with a DVD playing. Casey wasn’t playing much attention—Bruce Willis kicking German ass couldn’t hold his attention like Lon’s naked body could. Lon’s arm was around his shoulders and he idly rubbed Casey’s arm and back. Their legs were tangled up together. Casey rested his head on Lon’s large chest and unintentionally teased the heck out of him.

It was a feast for his eyes, Casey thought. Lon had large muscles under golden skin, a smattering of hair in some places, a veritable forest in others, and all visible, since Lon was completely naked. Then if Casey glanced toward the TV, in his line of sight he could see cock. Magnificent, delicious, glorious cock.