Semper Fidelis (28 page)

Pulling open a side drawer, Tucker withdrew their bottle of lubricant.

“You want me to open you up?” Jamie murmured against Tucker’s cheek.

“Uh huh.” Tucker pressed his free hand to Jamie’s chest, fingers curling into ink and muscle.

Drawing back just enough to do what they needed to, Tucker flicked open the bottle of lube with his thumb. Jamie held out one hand and Tucker coated it with slick. Arching his back, Tucker leaned into Jamie’s chest and breathed against the shell of his ear. He moved his hands restlessly over Jamie’s shoulders and the tops of his arms.

Jamie reached over Tucker’s hip with his lubed hand. With his other, he gripped Tucker’s ass cheek, keeping him spread. Jamie circled his lubed finger around the distended rim of Tucker’s hole. Tucker writhed in his arms and practically purred. He pulsed his hips so that his cock slid along Jamie’s shaft and his belly.

“Hold on to me,” Jamie whispered. He spread lube once more along Tucker’s rim before pushing the tip of his finger into Tucker’s hole.

Tucker arched upward, hissing his pleasure and gripping Jamie’s shoulders. Jamie pulled at Tucker’s ass cheek, keeping up the stretch of his hole. He dipped his fingertip inside once more, adding to the stretch of Tucker’s ass as he continued to slick him.

Jamie pushed his finger deeper. Giving a twist, he spread the lube inside Tucker’s hole. Jamie heard him swallow hard. Tucker’s shudder rolled through him and into Jamie. The arch in Tucker’s spine sharpened, his ass clutching greedily at Jamie’s finger.

He slid free and Tucker rocked back slightly. With a quick flick of his thumb, Tucker added lube to two of Jamie’s fingers. He didn’t tease this time. Jamie pulled Tucker’s ass open and pushed two fingers into him. Tucker lay against him, panting, Jamie’s cock trapped between their bodies. Tucker’s erection slid along Jamie’s, their shafts gliding smoothly until the ridges of their heads bumped and caught.

Jamie shifted his legs, pressing his feet to the mattress to cradle Tucker against his hips and thighs. He pushed his two fingers as deep into Tucker’s body as he could reach. Jamie fucked Tucker’s hole with his lubed fingers, cradling him with his own body.

“Ready for more?” Jamie asked, voice strained.

“Uh huh,” Tucker replied. He shifted back against Jamie’s thighs, searching for the bottle of lubricant.

With three fingers slicked, Jamie pulled Tucker’s ass wide, sliding three fingertips inside his hole. Tucker moaned loud and long, his body tensing, the muscles of his channel clasping at Jamie’s fingers. The rim of Tucker’s opening flexed when Jamie pushed his knuckles against the straining muscle.

Tucker laid his head on Jamie’s shoulder. He left his face pressed to Jamie’s throat as he panted. Tucker lay passive and willing in Jamie’s arms, his ass spread and filled with Jamie’s fingers.

“Did you say you want to ride me?” Jamie asked between harsh breaths. He needed to give Tucker everything he wanted tonight.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” Tucker said on an exhale. He sat up languorously, pushing at Jamie’s chest and resting back against his thighs. He produced the bottle of slick once more.

Jamie watched the clear, viscous liquid coat the head of his dick and glide down his shaft, warmed by the heat of his body. Jamie hissed at the shock of the cold, snapping his hips upward reflexively. Tucker’s laughter melded with his own, warming Jamie’s heart.

Tucker wrapped his fingers around Jamie’s cock. Jamie clenched his jaw, struggling for control. He wanted to fuck Tucker’s fist. Jamie’s balls tightened and lifted, his climax swirling to life deep inside his belly and flowing into his groin. The slick, wet sound of the lubricant on his erection was loud in the room, despite their mingled, harsh breathing. His dusky, red head emerged from Tucker’s fist, shiny with slick. When his cock disappeared inside Tucker’s grip, heat enveloped him. The pleasure was excruciating.

“Okay, hold me steady,” Tucker said tightly, easing forward to position Jamie’s cock at his hole.

“I’ve got you,” Jamie replied on a choked whisper. “You do what you need to. I’ve got hold of you.” He gripped Tucker’s hips tight. He didn’t care if he left bruises beneath Tucker’s ink, Jamie liked the idea of Tucker marked as his once again.

The muscles of Tucker’s belly tightened, thighs flexing as he pushed himself down around Jamie’s cock. His hole gave easily, Tucker’s body opening up and taking Jamie in. Once the head of Jamie’s dick was inside him, Tucker released his shaft and gripped Jamie’s biceps with both hands.

His dark eyes were wide open and locked on Jamie’s. Tucker’s face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip. Tucker’s dark hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his cheeks and throat. His red, bite-swollen lips fell open in a silent moan of ecstasy. Tucker’s chest heaved as he panted.

Jamie adjusted his grip on Tucker’s narrows hips. He planted his feet on the mattress, pushing upward even as he pulled Tucker downward slightly. Tucker’s expression grew heavy lidded as he held Jamie’s gaze, groaning when Jamie’s hips met his ass with a quiet slap.

Tucker’s heat engulfing him made something in Jamie’s brain short circuit. He sank his teeth into his lower lip, struggling for self-control. Tucker’s ass was so tight around him. The muscles in his channel gripped Jamie’s cock, rippling each time Jamie’s dick slipped deep inside.

Tucker slid his hands up to cradle Jamie’s head. They found their rhythm. Jamie dug his fingers into the firm muscles of Tucker’s ass and pulled, opening Tucker wide. He thrust upward hard as Tucker rocked downward, their bodies meeting with a loud slap.

Jamie’s chest swelled with affection. It felt so right, being deep inside Tucker again. He watched Tucker’s face, looking for all the small signs that meant he was bringing Tucker pleasure. Jamie’s cock reached intimate places. Tucker rocked against him, coming down hard in Jamie’s lap. He seemed to watch Jamie just as closely, flush still high on his cheeks. Tucker’s eyes shone with pleasure and affection as he worked himself on Jamie’s shaft.

“Do you feel good?” Jamie asked breathlessly, his vulnerability growing under Tucker’s intense scrutiny. “Am I doing it right? Is this what you like?” He knew this was how Tucker liked it but Jamie needed to hear it, to be sure after their time apart.

“Yeah it is,” Tucker said, quirking a knowing smile. “It always is. You always do it right.”

Releasing him abruptly, Tucker surprised Jamie. He gripped Jamie’s biceps again, leaning backward in his lap. Jamie’s rhythm faltered as Tucker shifted. He kept his grip on Tucker’s hips, though, promising to hold onto him and not let him go.

Tucker fucked himself vigorously on Jamie’s dick, coming down hard and rolling his hips slightly. Jamie’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open as he let his legs fall onto the bed. He was at Tucker’s mercy now. He watched, awestruck, as Tucker used Jamie’s cock to bring them both pleasure.

Curling forward, Tucker altered his angle. Jamie watched Tucker’s eyes lose focus. The head of Jamie’s dick slid along the front of Tucker’s channel, nudging at his gland with each downward thrust of his body.

“Are you close, Tucker?” Jamie asked, just above a whisper. “You gonna make yourself feel good?”

“You gotta feel good too,” Tucker replied. He arched his back, releasing one of Jamie’s biceps.

Jamie scrambled to adjust his grip, pleasure making him sluggish. He circled Tucker’s waist, using his joined fingers to brace Tucker’s lower back. Tucker cupped himself with his free hand. He cradled his own ball sac, pressing his straining cock against his belly. Tucker lifted himself, giving Jamie a clear view of their joined bodies.

“Oh,
fuck
,” Jamie said harshly, watching his shiny-slick cock slide in and out of Tucker’s hot, clenching body.

Tucker trembled as he rode Jamie’s dick. His thigh muscles strained as he forced himself down, taking Jamie’s erection deep inside himself. The rim of Tucker’s ass stretched around Jamie’s width, clutching him desperately. Tucker’s fingers dug into Jamie’s arm. His other hand held his own arousal securely as he rocked vigorously on Jamie’s cock.

A violent shudder rocked Tucker’s frame. His eyes slammed shut, head falling back on a shout. His cry took Jamie by surprise and he stared in fascination at Tucker’s vulnerable throat, just begging to feel the sting of Jamie’s teeth.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” Tucker cried. “Don’t let go, Jamie. Don’t let me go!”

As Jamie’s balls tightened, his grip on Tucker’s waist strengthened. “I got you. Not going anywhere.” There was no doubt in Jamie’s heart just what they were talking about.

Tucker suddenly gripped his own cock, his hand a blur of motion. Jamie watched in fascination as Tucker’s hand moved vigorously on his shaft. His own climax tightened his gut, spilling heat into his balls.

Tucker’s ass clamped tight on Jamie’s dick. The pressure and friction dragged Jamie toward the cliff of his own pleasure. Tucker’s groan became a keening wail as the first strand of his thick cum erupted from the end of his cock. Hot jizz spilled from the dusky purple head, running down over Tucker’s fingers, coating his shaft. Strands landed on Tucker’s belly and Jamie’s chest.

The scent of Tucker’s cum, his ass milking Jamie’s cock, dragged Jamie’s climax out of him. They clung to each other while Jamie spilled his seed inside Tucker’s body. He sobbed into Tucker’s neck, grateful to be this close to him again.

Neither of them moved afterward. Jamie held Tucker against his chest. He was amused when Tucker took Jamie’s hand, placing his palm against Tucker’s heart.

“Glad you came home,” Tucker whispered.

Jamie was silent for long moments, unsure exactly what Tucker meant. Finally, he placed Tucker’s palm over his own heart. “Glad you came to get me.”

About the Author

Kendall McKenna’s first work of fiction was written at the worldly age of nine, and was a transformative work that expanded on the story told in a popular song of the time.

She tried her hand at vampire and cowboy fiction, winning high school poetry and short story contests along the way. It wasn’t until she discovered the world of
m/m erotic fiction
and found her stride with
cops, Marines and muscle cars
, that she felt inspired to share her stories with readers who enjoy the same things.

Putting herself through college by working in a newly-created HIV testing clinic in her local Department of Health, introduced Kendall to the gay and lesbian community. Understanding and empathy has made her a lifetime advocate of GLBT issues.

A brief bout of unemployment gave Kendall the time and focus she needed to finally produce a novel worth submitting for publication. Her first novel,
Brothers In Arms,
introduced the world to her authentic military stories and characters.

Kendall was born and raised in Southern California, and currently still resides there. A non-conventional relationship has kept her happy for the last decade. Her four dogs enjoy it when she writes, as she sits still long enough for them to curl up around her.

Email:
[email protected]

Kendall loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
http://www.totallybound.com
.

SAFE SHORES

Morticia Knight

Dedication

Many thanks to all our Coasties here in Astoria. ;-)

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

GQ: Cond
é
Nast

The Goonies
: Warner Brothers, Inc.

Chapter One

Quit checking your cell, old man.

Shane would be docking soon—Kirk had received his text the night before. There was a tightening low in his belly in anticipation of seeing his Coast Guard lover for the first time in three months. They would have two months together before Shane took off on his next tour, plus holiday time. It was the longest stretch of time they’d had together in a while.

Kirk was done fishing for the year until he started up again in May. As was typical, he would work more hours as a cook at the Lighthouse Grill—he took over for the kids who usually went back to school in the fall. But the comfort of routine had been absent as of late. Restlessness scratched under his skin, a dissatisfaction he hadn’t felt since he’d ended his marriage ten years before. He’d grown up in the Columbia River community of Astoria, Oregon then married his childhood sweetheart. They’d had a magnificent son, he’d taken over his dad’s fishing business and had settled into what should have been a peaceful, ideal life.

Except for the part where admitting he was gay had created a major upheaval in his world.

He’d always known that divorcing Cindy would be painful—they’d been best friends since they were twelve—but there’d been the added challenge of being outed in such a small town. It had been a mixed bag of those who didn’t give a shit and those who’d behaved as if he’d contracted leprosy. Since he’d never been social—quiet by nature—it hadn’t been that big of an issue. Thankfully, he and Cindy had finally reached the point where the friendship had returned.