Safe in His Arms (4 page)

It didn’t exactly go as planned.

He snuck around the side and crept down the front of the van where the mugger couldn’t see him until he was just around the corner. His plan was to jerk the guy out of the alley and then thump him a couple of times. He reached for the guy’s shoulder as a voice said, “Lon?”

Simultaneously two things occurred to him. First, that the guy in the shadows was Casey, and second, that he wasn’t a mugger and rapist, but merely waiting for Lon to arrive home. Then the third thing occurred to him, a fraction of a second too late—he didn’t need to hurt the guy.

“Ow! Hey!”

Casey’s voice was sharp as Lon’s strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Lon immediately let go, but he knew it was still going to bruise. “Shit! Casey? What the…?”

Casey scrambled to his feet and massaged his shoulder while frowning at Lon and muttering to himself, “Ow, ow, ow. Note to self: do not sneak up on bigger, tougher men.”

“Casey, man. Sorry. What the hell were you doing hiding in the shadows?”

He grimaced in Lon’s direction. “Well, I was trying to be discreet. But fuck, next time I think I’ll announce my arrival with a fucking fifty-piece band.”

Lon chuckled. “A simple knock on the door is usually enough.”

“I tried that. No one answered.”

“I wasn’t home.”

“Exactly. So I thought I would sit myself in the shadows here and catch a little shut-eye while I waited.”

Cocking his head to one side, Lon asked, “Waited? I’m sure you have a perfectly good bed at home. You don’t need to sit on the wet grass.”

A blush that was visible even in the darkness stole across Casey’s cheeks. He shrugged, “To tell the truth, I don’t. What I have is a temporary sofa at my grandmother’s place that’s too short for me. Anyway, that’s why I’m here.”

“Huh?” Belatedly Lon realized they were still standing outside his van. He cleared his throat, unlocked the padlock on the canvas zipper, and gestured for Casey to come inside. “Come on in, mate. I need to get some water in me or else I’m gonna be so hungover tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay at the gym.”

Casey didn’t hesitate—he was inside Lon’s place in the wink of an eye and immediately curled up on his reclining chair. “I’m sorry for barging in on you like this.”

Lon unlocked the van door and pulled out a water bottle from the mini-fridge, took the top off, and gulped it half down before blinking at Casey in confusion. “You’re not barging anywhere, Casey. I’m big enough to tell you to fuck off if I didn’t want you here. I’m just surprised. Anyway, did you sleep okay last night? I crashed, so I have no idea if you stayed five minutes or five hours. Did I leave you enough room?”

Casey pulled his legs up on the chair and wrapped his skinny arms around his knees. “Umm… I stayed most of the night. It was great, thanks. You probably did bed-hog, but I’m sure I hogged straight back. You certainly didn’t wake me, anyway.”

“That’s good.” Lon polished off the rest of the water and moved back into the van to refill the bottle and place it back in the fridge. “I didn’t even think to ask you whether you needed to work today or anything. I could’ve set the alarm for you.”

Bony shoulders shrugged again and Casey couldn’t make eye contact with Lon. “Umm… I don’t work. I… ahh… yeah. I just don’t work.”

Lon figured it wasn’t any of his business whether the guy bludged off the government or paid his way in life. Everyone had a story, and it was up to them to share it or not. The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat began to intrude on his senses, and he realized that he was still wearing his pub clothes. He hated cigarette smoke, but it was a fact of life—people had a right to kill themselves slowly if they wanted to, even though the smell disgusted him. Unfortunately, while the government could ban smoking in restaurants and pubs, smoking was a cultural thing that went hand in hand with drinking. The smokers simply stepped outside and their fumes wafted over the others anyway.

Lon quickly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and chucked it in the direction of the annex door. He would have to wash all his clothes tomorrow. He hesitated for a moment, as it wasn’t exactly polite to strip off in front of guests, but then he figured that Casey had seen all of him last night and didn’t seem the prudish type.

“Can I get you a drink or anything?” he offered belatedly. “Water? Coke?”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

Lon sat on a chair at the table while he bent to unlace his shoes and pull them off his large feet. He placed them neatly in the corner near the van and stood on one foot to strip off one sock, then the other. The two black pieces of material made a wide arc and fell short of his shirt by a good two feet.

“So. What’s up, then?” he asked Casey, still bewildered by the unexpected visit. When Casey didn’t answer, he turned around and saw that he was avoiding looking at Lon and instead picking at a small scratch on his bare knee. Lon cursed internally. Had he embarrassed Casey by removing his clothes? “Case? Do you need me to put my shirt back on?”

“What? Huh? Oh, no. Of course that doesn’t bother me.” Casey’s swift reply reassured him, but it still didn’t answer the question of why he was in Lon’s place. Why was Casey waiting for him?

“Then?” Lon prompted.

Adorably, Casey wrinkled his nose like a three-year-old offered spinach and sighed dramatically. “Fuck! This was easier in my head.” Lon lifted his brows but waited patiently for Casey to continue. “I mean… shit. You know? I was wondering if we could… if I could… you know? If you don’t mind…? Fuck! Can I… you know? Fuck—can I stay here again tonight?” he ended in a muttered rush before taking another deep breath and plunging into the mire again. “I mean, if you don’t mind? If you want me to… you know? Fuck? I can if you want? I don’t mind. Just let me stay?”

Lon’s system was feeling the mild buzz of alcohol, so it took him a couple of seconds to work through the
fucks
and the
don’t minds
and the
you knows
. When he finally understood what Casey was getting at, the despair he felt was all out of proportion to the short time he’d known the guy.

He shook his head at Casey and winced. “You don’t have to pay me with sex to score a safe bed, mate. I have no idea what’s so wrong with your grandmother’s place, but if you need somewhere to crash, then you just need to ask. I’m not such an arsehole that I’d demand you suck me to…. It’s not a problem for you to stay here. That recliner that you’re on is pretty comfy if you want. I can grab you a blanket. You don’t have to share the bed.”

“No!” Casey was uncurled and on his feet in an instant. “I
want
to be with you. In your bed, I mean. You make me feel… protected. Shit! That sounds stupid, but I don’t know how else to put it. And I don’t mind sucking… I mean. Oh, God, this just sounds so awful. But I
want
to do whatever you want to do, if you want me to do it, or want to do it to me.”

It was too much for Lon. “What?”

Casey smiled shyly and stepped closer to Lon, put his long lean fingers on Lon’s broad chest, and squirreled through the dense mat he found there. “I want you, Lon. Any way you want to have me. So, as long as you don’t mind, how about you show me your bed and tell me where to sit or lay, and we’ll both enjoy it.”

That made sense to Lon and his cock began to fill. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying it to pay me back or something silly, are you?”

Casey moved his fingers down through the thick hair on Lon’s body as he took another step forward, this one bringing them chest to chest, hip to hip. “If I get to see, touch, or taste you in any shape or form, then I count myself lucky.”

Lon couldn’t believe his luck, but he didn’t hesitate to thrust two hands out and bring Casey even closer. This was no longer an anonymous blow job in public, so he pulled Casey’s mouth up to his and took a taste. In some unwritten rule book, there was a line that stated kissing was not required on first acquaintance. It was followed by the line that said it was optional on the second go around. And Lon was determined to take up that option. Casey’s lips were full and plump, and he wanted to feel that against his mouth.

Fire ignited between them and they both gasped and fell together, kissing and grabbing each other to stay upright while keeping their mouths fused. Casey’s hand went for Lon’s waistband, undid it, and shoved his jeans down his thighs, taking his underwear with them. For Lon it was a relief. Jeans and pants didn’t always leave a lot of crotch room when he started to get an erection, so the removal of the material was golden. Casey dropped, squatting down to take the trousers all the way to his ankles, where Lon could step out of them.

Once they were gone, Casey looked up and smiled. “Can I taste now?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Anticipation was a great thing, but Lon didn’t get to experience that. Casey didn’t leave him hanging. He immediately opened his mouth and took Lon inside, working the rest of his length with two hands to ensure Lon’s entire cock was pleasured. He thrust into that mouth several times and was slightly disappointed when Casey backed off. The art of deep-throating was lauded in clubs, and the one guy who’d taken Lon in was older and infinitely experienced. He didn’t expect Casey to be able to do it, but he had hoped.

Casey worked him well, and soon he could feel his climax rushing in, so he pulled out, not ready to come this soon. “Not yet,” he panted as he pulled Casey up. “How about you do a little clothing removal so we can party together?”

There was no dawdling. Casey simply smiled, stripped down quickly, and threw his clothing on the table. Lon stepped back and took a good look. Last night in the shower he hadn’t gotten more than a glimpse or two. Now he could look his fill and not have to worry about offending or being demanding. Casey was lean, on the verge of skinny, but with nice muscle tone and a sprinkling of hair on his thighs and pubic area, but that was about it. His nipples were small and pale pink, puckered up nicely in arousal.

There was also something else that showed his arousal, and Lon stepped forward to palm his junk and watch Casey melt from the contact.

“Bed?” he asked gruffly.

“Oh, God! Yes!”

Spinning Casey around, Lon nudged him toward the caravan door, then padlocked the annex and followed him inside. Casey was perched on the edge of the bed, cupping his own cock in his hand and giving it a bit of a jerk while he waited.

“One day I’m going to watch you do that to yourself,” Lon promised Casey in an undertone. To his surprise Casey’s face paled and his hands dropped away from his own body as if he were suddenly on fire. Startled, Lon quickly assured him, “Only if you want to, of course. I’d never force you to do anything.”

He saw Casey take a deep breath before looking up at Lon from beneath his lashes. “I know. Just not that. For now.”

That made Lon hesitate. He’d once been with a guy who’d been in an unhealthy Dominant-submissive relationship for ten years before he’d gotten out. The guy had been forced to do things that his natural inclination balked at, and was so screwed up that he didn’t know what he wanted and what he didn’t like. Lon had slept with him on and off for about a month, but in the end the guy needed something that Lon couldn’t provide. He needed someone less—less big, less bossy, less dominant, less intimidating. The last time Lon had seen him, he’d been dating a nice but boring accountant with thick glasses and a comb-over.

“Casey,” he sighed. “You don’t have to do anything with me tonight. If you just want a bed to stay in, then give me two minutes to jerk off outside and we can just sleep together. I’m not into the rapist scene.”

“No!” Casey jumped up and almost climbed up Lon in his attempt to get close. “I want to! Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

Not convinced, Lon nevertheless walked Casey backward until his knees hit the bed and he flopped down. Lon placed one large knee on the bed next to Casey’s hipbone and hovered over him. “How about you tell me what
you
want, and we’ll go from there.”

Casey reached out and touched Lon’s buttcheek, making Lon wonder if he wanted to switch roles. He’d come across enough gay guys to know that the skinny, boyish ones were not always bottoms and the beefy, macho ones were not always tops. Lon had, on occasion, spread his thighs for a good ride. Not with anyone like Casey, but with big daddies who fucked hard. He’d do it if Casey wanted to.

“Do you remember what you offered me last night?” he whispered to Lon, who shook his head. “You said to me, ‘Do you want my mouth, my hand, or my fingers?’ Well, I want all three at the same time.”

Was that all?

Lon smiled and bent down for a kiss. Casey responded with enthusiasm, which assured him he was on board with all that was about to happen. He kissed Casey for long moments before venturing further south. Casey’s pink nipples were calling to him and he spent some time licking and tonguing the little nubs before moving on again.

“Lon! You don’t need to do this seduction crap. I’m seduced, I’m seduced!”
Crap
? He thought it was crap? Lon was a little bit hurt until Casey thrashed under him and cried, “For fuck’s sake! What are you going to think of me when I come before you’ve even touched my dick? Move along or else this party is going to fizz.”

Lon smiled but understood. He had Casey move over a bit on the bed so he could comfortably kneel beside him; then he spread those two lean legs and investigated with his tongue.

“Oh, fuckityfuckfuckfuck….” The words seemed to be wrenched from Casey’s soul as he first froze in surprise and then jerked as sensation hit him.

Lon used his tongue on Casey’s pert hole before sucking wetly at his perineum and finally moving on to take his balls, one by one, into his hot mouth. The area was soaked with his saliva, so he used one finger against Casey’s entrance and found resistance.

Poor Casey was having a hard time holding it in, and his voice had gone all squeaky. He was chanting to himself, pushing his fingers against his eyes. “Oh, man. Don’t come, don’t come! Think of something really terrible, Casey-dude. Think of sand in horrible places, sunburn on your scrotum, athlete’s foot, giant inflated breasts, Grandma’s enema cream, choc milk left in a hot car for two days. Think bad, Casey-dude, ’cause we really want Lon to keep doing what he’s doing.”