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Garrison are two of my favorite characters to write: former Marines,
one a cop, the other a lawyer, both reserved but so obviously in
is the third short story in the Courting Series, but can be read as a
stand-alone story. I originally wrote this for Torquere Press'
Holiday Sips, released in December 2010. I hope you enjoy
Concordant, and check out the other stories in the Courting Series:
tourists," Roby says through a yawn, nodding at a compact car
peers out the windshield at the retreating vehicle. "Nope,
that's the Gilmans' new hybrid."
Roby frowns. "When the hell'd they get that?"
shrugs. "She bought it as an early Christmas present for him,
like, last week."
the man who pisses and moans when we don't recycle at the station."
descends, broken only by the chatter on their police radio as they
watch a few more vehicles crawl past their patrol SUV. Between the
budget cuts and the shitty weather, everyone at their small Vermont
station has been pulling ridiculously long shifts, trying to do more
with less. At least the Chief was still sending them out in pairs
rather than on lone patrols, even with the department stretched thin.
have no effin' clue what to get Garrison for Christmas this year,"
Josh finally grumbles into his coffee cup, platinum band glinting on
his ring finger as a glaring reminder that he has less than two weeks
left until Christmas. He needs to find something
he can let Garrison open in front of the man's parents on Christmas
even start with me, kid," Roby snorts, South Boston accent thick
with exhaustion. "I volunteered for a double just so I ain't
eatin' no frozen dinners."
McGucken's sister's doing that potluck thing at the firehouse,
right?" Josh turns his head to glare half-heartedly at Roby.
"And don't call me kid, geezer."
rolls his eyes. "Sack up and buy your girl something pretty,
like you do every year, and I won't. Just spare me the chick flick
moment." His voice goes higher into a falsetto. "Will he
love me less if I only spend half
a year's salary on him?"
is tired enough that he lets his amusement show on his face for once.
"I'm telling Garrison you called him my 'girl' again--"
you, bean sprout--"
I'm going to laugh and laugh when he puts your ass down--"
time! One fuckin' time, and I was shit-faced, too, so it don't
part of 'we were Marines and he doesn't like that' didn't make it
through your skull the first time?"
I hate you."
laughs silently into his coffee cup, amusement dying off as he shifts
in the passenger seat, winter uniform jacket crinkling on the
leather. They're keeping the car cool in a sad attempt to stay alert
even though it's freezing outside, but his fingers are going numb. He
scrolls around on their dashboard computer just to restore the blood
flow to his index finger.
yawns like a grizzly bear then scrubs at his face, but it just leaves
his mustache going in all directions and his already blotchy cheeks
even redder on his pale skin.
man fur's trying to escape again," Josh says, deadpan, when he
looks up from the screen.
pickup truck creeps past. Roby sighs and Josh glances over at him in
old man will have my nuts," Roby says in a dire tone, "but
hypothetically speakin', I might've promised to watch a certain beast
for some time around a certain holiday."
arches an eyebrow. "You told us you'd rather eat your revolver
than dog-sit after that time Muttlee--"
talks loudly over him. "You promised never to speak of that
again! Never again!"
Josh holds up a placating hand. "How'd Garrison get dirt on you
his fingers on the steering wheel, Roby looks out the window. "Damn
lawyers. They smell blood and it's like chum in the waters."
just looks at him. Garrison is a damn good lawyer because he can read
people, not just target their points of weakness.
don't gimme that look. Ch. I might've mentioned feelin' bad that I
didn't help youse guys out more last year, y'know, with your pop
passing on at Christmas and all that. That bastard you married is
ruthless and laid a guilt trip on me."
what to say, Josh remains silent as Roby glares at the on-coming
finally settles on, "I really didn't expect you to do anything
next time, you pick up the damn phone and call your partner before
you head to another state," Roby says gruffly. "Don't make
me hear it from the gossips at dispatch."
shifts in his seat and sips his coffee. "Well, thanks. I guess.
For whatever you've agreed to, even if you did get shanghaied into
smile is evil. "Oh, you won't thank me when you hear where
frowns, worry creeping up his spine.
least this geezer
ain't no man's pack mule," Roby continues, starting to cackle
with unholy delight. "Where is your old man's most favorite
place to shop in the world? All. Day. Long."
god. That can only mean one place and, if previous experience is
anything to go by, Josh is going to be miserable.
a sigh, he slumps in his seat. Maybe he should worry more about
gift -- of the hundred-proof variety.
Josh says as he tries to gauge Garrison's expression over the dining
room table that night. He's finished demolishing his lasagna and
Garrison looks pleased. "New York City."
been talking I see," Garrison muses, setting his fork down and
leaning back in his chair, toying with his wine glass. The light from
the chandelier highlights the planes of his face, from his shaved
head to his high cheekbones. His smoky eyes are warm as he
contemplates Josh with the hint of a smile.
be fair, we were both sleep-deprived at the time," Josh offers
with a lazy shrug.
Garrison swirls the wine in his glass, taking a sip.
sprawls in his chair, hooking his elbow on the back of the chair next
to him, and fiddles with the stem of his own glass. He lets the
silence drag out. They're both stubborn, patient men, and Josh isn't
the one with a surprise vacation plan.
he just admires the cut of Garrison's bespoke Italian shirt, the way
the shade of lavender stands in striking contrast to Garrison's dark
brown skin. The top two buttons are undone, revealing the shadows of
Garrison's collarbones and the sharp line of muscled shoulders, tie
strokes the tabletop in a calculated move to draw Josh's attention to
his long fingers and his wide hands. He's starting to play dirty.
Josh is intrigued, but they both have above-average poker faces and
if he asks outright, Garrison wins.
their beast of a German Shepherd, sighs heavily from his dog bed
behind the couch. Moment broken, Josh glances over at Muttlee's sad
face, the woeful gaze fixated on their serving tray.
follows his eyes and laughs his booming laugh that makes the dog sit
think we never fed him before in his life," Garrison says.
Muttlee's tail thumps hard once in agreement. Josh snorts.
in contentment, Garrison stands and starts collecting the dishes.
"We'll have to try that recipe with less beef next time. By the
way, I was planning on making that pumpkin pie cheesecake you love
for Rick and Emmanuel's party."
makes a noise of agreement and follows him to the kitchen.
he'd met Garrison, food was just fuel to keep going, never this long,
thought-out production from preparation to presentation. Eight years
of being out of the Marines and happily attached to a foodie has led
to the softening around his gut more than anything else. Now he jogs
every morning just to keep off the pounds.
Josh says again. "New York City."
chuckles ruefully as he stacks their dishes in the sink, shaking his
head. "Cops and terriers. You both chase anything that runs."
you planning on running somewhere?" Josh asks dryly. "Will
I need to give chase?"
grins at him. "I was planning on you driving us, but if you want
to give me a head start..."
I need to take extra time off?" Josh finally gives in and asks.
He's already pressing his luck by taking an entire week off for
hey, no. No frowning." Garrison tuts and pulls Josh in against
his chest. "You're getting those lines on your forehead again."
frowns harder but lets Garrison reel him in, the spicy scent of
Garrison's aftershave soothing something deep inside him. Neither of
them are small guys, but Garrison has a couple inches on him and uses
it to his advantage. Josh doesn't yield completely this time, though.
thought a weekend getaway would be nice," Garrison murmurs,
leaning in to nuzzle against Josh's neck with gentle lips. "I
want you to have something better than last Christmas, and we've both
been working so much lately, I feel like I've barely seen you all
sighs and tilts his head to the side, resting his hands on Garrison's
chest. "You know I hate traveling around the holidays. Boston at
Christmas is bad enough, and that's to see your parents and the
know, babe," Garrison says, low voice sending a shiver over
Josh's skin. "But think of it--"
hands rub up Josh's back to caress the nape of his neck and massage
over his short brown hair. Josh can't help but arch into the touch.
you and me," Garrison whispers, "in a nice hotel suite for
two nights, time for just the two of us before we head to my parents'
house for Christmas. Maybe we can take in some sights or shopping.
There'll be room service if we want and no furry beast to walk or
cooking to be done, or work to call the home line."
Josh relaxes into Garrison's hands. "What if I don't want to go
to New York?"
I'll just have to convince you." A playful nip to his shoulder
emphasizes Garrison's point. A hand strokes down to cup his ass
Josh breathes out.
love when I'm bossy."
cloud the issue with facts," Josh grumbles and Garrison's
laughter rumbles in his ear. He's so hard it's a relief when Garrison
grabs his ass with both hands and hauls Josh in closer, their legs
entwining as their cocks rub together.
Josh hisses. He can feel Garrison's grin against his skin. He loves
when Garrison's tender, but some days, like now, he just wants to be
man-handled, and he's not ashamed of that.
up on Josh's compliance, Garrison kisses him deep, dirty and wet and
just this side of sharp before he pulls Josh back a step by the arms
and moves smoothly away. He circles around to Josh's back, pushing
Josh forward to brace against the counter edge. Nimble fingers undo
the button on Josh's jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly.
just tenses his arms and waits to spread his legs until Garrison's
pushed his jeans all the way down to his bare feet so he can step out
of them. He rolls his hips back, loving the feel of Garrison's
expensive slacks against his bare skin.
hands push his shirt up to his arm pits, Garrison's mouth following
behind on his spine, stubble scratching. Josh groans and lowers his
head down onto his arms, muscles quivering.
can feel when Garrison opens those soft slacks and pulls out his
dick, letting the head rub against the small of Josh's back. A hand
reaches over Josh's shoulder to grab the bottle of olive oil.
got to be--" Josh starts to growl but breaks off in a gasp when
cold oil trickles down his crack.
and messy?" Garrison asks breathlessly as he smears the oil
around with his fingers and pushes a thick thumb into Josh's hole.
Josh's only response is to moan loudly and work himself on Garrison's
hand while Garrison chuckles at his eagerness.
all that Josh has been tense lately and they haven't had much time
for fucking, Josh feels loose and open as Garrison slicks his cock
with oil and guides himself into Josh's hole. The stretch as he's
filled takes Josh's breath away and he groans wordlessly, arms
straining as he pushes back.
slippery hands gripping Josh's hips tight enough to bruise, Garrison
works his way in with short jabs of his cock, each thrust going
deeper, pulling at the sensitive skin of Josh's ass until he surges
forward sharply and he's balls deep. It's just this side of rough and
it's perfect. Josh clenches his ass tight, feeling the burn of
pleasure radiating out, through his balls and his bobbing cock, up
his back and down his legs.
doesn't bother reaching around, he just slams into Josh again and
again, lifting Josh's hips with every thrust, working Josh's ass.
When he hits Josh's prostate hard, it's enough to send Josh over the
edge, dick untouched.
hears the splatter of come on the floor, the harsh gasps of
Garrison's breathing with each pump of his hips, and he feels fucked
out after a long day. He leans forward to rest his weight on his
elbows and lets Garrison use his ass, groaning again when Garrison
shoves in deep and comes with several short thrusts, mouth open
against the back of Josh's neck.
his legs, Josh takes all of Garrison's weight when the man slumps
over his back, panting hard.
Josh says, licking dry lips. "I'm convinced. New York sounds
feels sore and cold and wonderful as Garrison pulls out. Garrison
presses a kiss to his shoulder before stepping away and saying, "Then
I rest my case."
has to laugh as he turns around to watch Garrison try not to make a
bigger mess of his clothes. The laugh turns to a wince as he feels a
cooling trickle run down the back of his thigh.
use that tactic in the court room."
hotel Garrison chose is modern chic, with a hipster-hunting-lodge
motif that Josh blinks at while Garrison checks them in. There's
leather and mahogany everywhere, and what looks like an English
tavern instead of a hotel bar off to the side. A statue of a horse
jockey is wearing a red Santa hat.
tense from driving in traffic and fighting his way to lower
Manhattan, reminding himself that even a squad car with flashing
lights wouldn't make driving in New York City any easier. The holiday
traffic meant they didn't arrive until early evening, so Josh's
stomach is rumbling, but he doesn't want to brave the streets again
for food. The city is crowded with people, snow flurries are falling
outside, the parking fees are ridiculous, and he's staring at silver
deer antlers and a decorative arrangement of dried twigs and bark.
all set," Garrison says behind him, so Josh slings their two
bags over his shoulders and follows his guy to the elevator bank,
frowning when a fashionable twenty-something woman gives Garrison an
obvious once-over as she exits the elevator.
couple times a year Garrison gets the urge to visit the city and Josh
doesn't mind horribly, even with the holiday craziness in full swing.
It makes Garrison happy, so he tries not to complain too much. That
doesn't mean he likes being herded from point to point like cattle in
a slaughter house all weekend, though, and putting up with all the
should go to a museum," Garrison muses, squeezing his tall frame
past a young couple to get off the elevator. Everyone's wearing puffy
winter coats like they're expecting a blizzard and everything in New
York is tiny, cramped spaces to begin with.
there a museum we haven’t
gone to yet?" Josh asks, trying to keep the resignation out of
obviously hears it anyway, and gives Josh a sympathetic look over his
liked the Guggenheim..." he says as he opens the door to their
because Josh had spent the time imagining himself rollerblading down
all seven floors of the building's open spiral floor design. Or
throwing himself over the edge of the seventh floor railing to
about the Museum of Sex?" Garrison continues with a smirk,
knowing full well neither of them would ever go there.
we could just stay here," Josh suggests as he gets a glimpse of
has a half bath in the foyer, then a bar and lounge area separate
from the bedroom, all decorated in dark mahogany and leather, with
hardwood floors and spun glass light fixtures. He tosses their bags
at the couch and closes the blinds on the skyscrapers of the
Financial District out of habit.
think the sitting area's nice, come see the bathroom," Garrison
calls out. Josh glances over the king-size bed and leather headboard
on his way into the bathroom.
doors are glass, the floor is marble, and there's a separate closet
for the toilet. Best of all, around a partitioned wall is a claw foot
tub and glass shower stall that can hold at least five guys their
doesn't even try to hide his smugness as Josh fiddles with the tub
and generally pokes about at all the room's décor. He gives Garrison
a hopeful look.
right," Garrison laughs. "I'll go call room service. Why
don't you try that tub out and we'll stay in tonight?"
is already twisting knobs and moving towels. He wanders back out to
the bedroom once to grab his toiletry bag, deciding to shave while he
waits for the enormous tub to fill. Garrison is on the phone with
room service and Josh hopes they have steak or at least a decent
burger on the menu.
tub is worth the wait. It's long, almost six feet, and he can sink in
to his neck like he's never been able to with a bathtub before. The
water is hot enough to steam and he can barely hear the sounds of the
city outside. He melts, just drifting until the water goes cold.
he finally emerges feeling more human, there's a covered tray waiting
for him on the bar counter. Garrison is picking at a salad, watching
the local news on the sitting area's flat screen TV.
makes a low appreciative noise when he sees Josh in just a towel,
settling further into the couch and letting his legs sprawl open in a
hides a smirk and struts a little as he pokes at his plate. There's a
thick rib eye steak, some breaded onion rings, and some green stuff
to the side that he ignores. He takes his plate over to the couch.
you get?" He asks Garrison, knowing full well he's showing a
distracting strip of thigh.
chops with a black cherry sauce and sweet potatoes," Garrison
replies absently as his eyes stay below Josh's waist. "Damn,
boy, next vacation should be the beach. You're as white as that
you're just checking my tan lines," Josh says dryly, digging
into his steak with gusto.
Garrison lightly runs a finger up the exposed skin, making Josh break
out in goose bumps. Giving a noise of protest, Josh pointedly chews
the chunk of steak in his mouth. With a rumbling chuckle, Garrison
settles back and starts flipping through the TV stations, finally
settling on It's
A Wonderful Life.
combination of old movie and filling dinner makes Josh sleepy, until
he's slumped into Garrison's side, curling up as his towel slips
away. Garrison's dressed down in a knit polo and the fabric is soft
under Josh's cheek, so he nuzzles at Garrison's chest, feeling
Garrison's nipple perk up as his mouth rubs against it.
you trying to distract me?" Garrison asks softly, hands stroking
along Josh's bare arms.
knows that Garrison is so much more tactile than he is, but he tries
to show that he gets it, that he wants Garrison too; that his body
comes alive under Garrison's touch like a flock of birds taking
flight. His heart rate picks up and suddenly he's not tired anymore.
own hands start to stroke Garrison's chest and thigh, skimming
lightly, touching everywhere except where Garrison really wants him
to. Josh can see where Garrison's half-hard, and he wants to sink to
his knees between Garrison's legs and suck until Garrison's coming
down his throat. He licks his lips.
Garrison rumbles, nudging Josh until he sits up. "I want to try
something new tonight."
rolls to his feet, stretching his arms above his head and walking
toward the bed. Garrison catches up to him, guiding him back into the
bathroom with two hands on his hips. Garrison snags Josh's razor as
they go past the sinks.
Josh arches an eyebrow and turns, walking backward as he helps
Garrison strip off his shirt. The pants hit the floor with Garrison's
what would this 'something new' be?" Josh asks as they enter the
enormous shower stall.
wait," Garrison says happily. He starts to mouth along the line
of Josh's shoulder, the hint of stubble enough to scrape.
gasps as he's pressed against the cold tile wall of the shower, the
chill making his skin all the more sensitive to the nip of teeth as
Garrison traces his collar bone.
want you to think of only me right now," Garrison murmurs,
cranking on the water and setting the razor on the glass corner
shelf. They're on the far side of the stall, so the stream doesn't
even hit them. Josh holds Garrison close and tries to absorb his body
thinking I'm pretty cold right now," Josh says.
you?" Garrison laughs, all deep and throaty. He trails a hand up
Josh's thigh, traces the crease of his hip and whispers in Josh's
ear, "I can warm you up. All I want is for you to think only
about my hands on you. Me touching you."
closes his eyes, his answer more a hum.
my mouth." Garrison keeps talking, voice hypnotic and hand
slipping down to Josh's cock. "Only me, and my fingers, giving
you what you want."
at Garrison's frustratingly light grip, Josh wants more. He wants
this to be quick and dirty. He wants Garrison's mouth on his cock,
warm sucking heat. He wants to be held down and fucked open and the
taste of Garrison's fat cock in his mouth.
Garrison pulls away with a chuff of amusement, keeping Josh from
getting too much contact.
Josh opens his eyes to narrow slits and stares, hoping Garrison will
get the message. Garrison just stares back, dark gaze contemplative,
and reaches up, running his hand over Josh's head.
Garrison's hand trails down to Josh's cheek, Josh turns his head
slowly and kisses Garrison's palm. Garrison sucks in a sharp breath
and leans forward, his mouth hovering over Josh's, waiting.
you," Josh whispers against his lips.
rewards Josh with a searing kiss, lips claimed and plundered, tongue
fucked until his jaw's sore. He loves every damn movement of
Garrison's lips and still wants more.
pulls away and reaches for the razor. Josh quirks his eyebrow again,
but relaxes against the tiles and lets Garrison position him under
the shower stream. Garrison likes to shave him sometimes and Josh can
admit that he likes it, the way it makes him feel -- protected.
the expensive hotel body wash, Garrison cups Josh's balls, sliding
his palm over Josh's cock, giving a good squeeze. Josh closes his
eyes again with a moan.
bleed, you bleed," is the closest he comes to protesting,
widening his stance so Garrison can have easier access.
with a gentle snort, Garrison rolls Josh's balls absently in his
hand, warming them up so the skin will be more pliant. Josh moans.
don't say anything as Garrison slowly, carefully, drags the razor
over Josh's sac. Pulling the skin taut in places, Garrison is as
meticulous with this as he is with every other aspect of their life.
can't help the way his breath hitches with each stroke. The sound
reaches him even over the water, the little scritch
that tugs so freaking lightly on his skin, just enough to make his
cock twitch. He tries to hold still, to not squirm, but Garrison's
fingertips are running over his balls, the base of his cock, the
crease of his thigh. After the razor moves on, Josh's skin is
sensitive, a little hot. The soap is just enough to keep the shaving
smooth, but it still stings just enough.
focusing so hard on Garrison's movements that he doesn't realize
Garrison's finished until another handful of cool shower gel is
lathered on his balls and cock, then rinsed away. He opens his eyes
in time to see Garrison suck both his balls in, the startling heat
Garrison's mouth punching Josh's breath out of his lungs.
moans, loud and unashamed. Garrison pulls off him with a smack of his
now you get your Christmas present early..."
pants, letting the wall hold him up, and wants to protest when
Garrison cranks the water off. He is perfectly fine with what they
were doing right there.
Garrison dries them both off and takes Josh by the hand, gently
leading him to the bed. Stepping in close, Garrison murmurs in his
ear, "Spread out on your back."
cock jumps at the softly spoken command. He doesn't get off on just
anyone giving him orders -- that would have made the Marines and
being on the force problematic -- but Garrison, with his deep sexy
voice? He could ask anything of Josh and Josh would hurry to please
duvet cover is slippery under Josh's hands and knees, so he moves to
the middle of the bed and sprawls on his back. The position gives him
the perfect view of Garrison's rounded ass bending over one of their
Garrison says decisively, glancing over his shoulder with smoldering
eyes, "are a very difficult man to shop for. So I did some
stands and tosses a small bottle of lube on the bed, distracting Josh
for a moment before Garrison dangles the little bit of leather and
metal in front of him.
Josh swallows hard, entire body tensing with need.
Oh fuck yes.
a wonderful place," Garrison says, letting the leather drag
across Josh's chest, grazing a tight nipple.
never really used toys with each other, and Josh never knew how to
ask, but Garrison must have noticed how turned on Josh gets when he
watches certain porn.
doesn't say anything, just lets his legs fall open. He lets Garrison
push them further apart and slip the cockring over Josh's aching dick
and snap it shut. There's a leather strap that wraps around his balls
and it's tight, a solid pressure without pinching. Josh lifts his
hips wantonly, puts himself on display. He wants Garrison so fucking
badly and this -- this is going to be perfect.
when Garrison pops open the lube, he just pours some into his hand
and looks at it thoughtfully. Josh gazes up at him, wondering where
this is going to go.
a moment, Garrison reaches down for Josh's hand, slathering Josh's
fingers with the lube. When Josh's hand is good and slick, Garrison
crawls up the bed, hovering over him.
me ready," Garrison says in that commanding tone again. Josh
can't prevent his full body shudder. The man is trying to kill him.
his lubed hand, Josh reaches behind Garrison's balls and rubs his
fingertips over Garrison's hole, sliding his middle finger into the
tight entrance. With his clean hand, he pulls Garrison down into a
heated kiss, reveling in the way Garrison moans into his mouth.
adds a second finger, scissoring them back and forth, rubbing and
stretching and trying to make it good for Garrison. The man doesn't
bottom often, it's just not his thing, but he's giving Josh this,
offering himself and taking what he wants.
good enough," Garrison finally says and Josh lets his fingers
slip out reluctantly, but then Garrison lines his ass up and slides
down onto Josh’s cock, so fucking tight, and Josh can't help
curling up, pushing up into that burning heat that feels -- so --
hands clamp on his wrists, pinning him back down to the mattress.
Josh arches his back and moans and pants, pushing back against the
weight on him. He squeezes his eyes shut at some point, because he
has to pry them open to look up, to meet Garrison's intense dark
gaze. Josh wants to come so badly it's the rage of a brushfire under
Garrison's fully seated, his fingers still like metal bands around
Josh's forearms, only then does he start to move, working himself up
and down on Josh's cock, holding Josh down, using Josh to get himself
pushes back against Garrison's grip and moans, but he's covered too
completely to move much, can only strain up against Garrison, wanting
to swallow the shallow grunts coming out of Garrison's mouth. All
Josh can do is let Garrison ride him and realize that he would have
come by now if he didn't have the cockring on.
dark skin is glinting with sweat in the suite's dim mood lighting,
his thigh muscles straining as he works himself on Josh's dick. His
thick cock is right there in front of Josh and Josh wants to touch so
sudden movement from Garrison and both of Josh's hands are above his
head, pinned to the mattress around the wrists with one of Garrison's
hands. Josh could break the grip easily, but he doesn't want to. He
bends his elbows, bring his wrists closer in so that Garrison isn't
stretched as far and can push back deeper on Josh's cock.
starts stripping his own cock roughly with his free hand, pace quick
and brutal. The tendons in his neck stand out in stark relief as he
grunts, and Josh can't help moaning, "Fuck, that is so hot."
come spatters across Josh's belly, up to the dip of his sternum. Josh
groans again as Garrison's ass clenches around his dick so tightly
Garrison releases his wrists, Josh gasps like he's been waiting for
Garrison's release to breathe. But Garrison slides down the bed, dick
still half hard and swinging, dragging a trail of come along Josh's
thigh, his knee. Garrison swipes two fingers through the white mess
on Josh's stomach, rubbing it with his thumb, and then he reaches
down and just--
shoves two fingers into Josh, burning and stretching and beautiful,
as he unsnaps the cockring. Josh comes with a shout and a sob, all
the air forced out of his body, hearing whited out, vision gone. It's
like Garrison has reached into his guts and pulled his orgasm out of
collapses back into the mattress, completely spent, muscles
quivering. Garrison doesn't pull away; he just lies there propped up
between Josh's knees, watching his fingers move in Josh's body. He
crooks his fingers in Josh, still slick with his own come, and Josh
gives a feverish shudder, sobbing on another breath when his dick
twitches out another bead of liquid.
has to cover his eyes with his arm, has to look away from the intense
emotions on Garrison's face as those long fingers pump into Josh a
few more times, slowly, dragging in and out with slick noises. Josh's
muscles are twitching, and he feels like he's just run a ten miler in
five minutes. But still Garrison's fingers are there, making him feel
the burn, the fullness of them in his ass and his sore cock.
Garrison finally pulls them out, Josh doesn't know if he's feeling
relief or empty aching disappointment. But Garrison crawls back up
over him, covering him with the heat and weight of his body, pushing
Josh down into the mattress with his entire self as he pulls Josh's
arm away from his face.
knows his expression is wrecked. He feels raw and exposed and it was
just-- He curls a hand around Garrison's neck, drags him down for a
slow and dirty kiss, sluggish and drugged with it.
he leans back, Garrison strokes a finger across Josh's face, his
cheeks, down the sweat and the moisture from his eyes.
you," Garrison whispers in the space between them, nipping
lightly at Josh's mouth.
burrows his face into Garrison's neck, surrounded by the scent of
them and sweat and sex, and can't speak or swallow.
think I should be thanking you," he finally says in a hoarse
nuzzles his cheek, his neck, and ear, feather-light kisses filled
with love and adoration. Josh tries to return them, but he can barely
lift his head.
gift ever," Josh finally says with a sleepy chuckle, giving up
laughs and kisses him again, lingering. "I think I got the best
frowns inquisitively, eyes drifting shut.
Since 2006, J. Rocci
has published LGBT romance stories, ranging from contemporary to
steampunk to fantasy. Rocci currently lives near Washington D.C. with
the love of her life and their furry children, and loves giving her
characters happy endings. You can find Rocci on the web at: