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Authors: Sean Michael
Beginning to Believe (10 page)
He pushed Kit onto his back and started licking and kissing his way down his lover’s body. “Gonna taste you everywhere, Kit.”
“Ty... Oh, God...” The words were cries, Kit beginning to writhe beneath him. “How you make me feel...”
“Love that look on your face, that sound in your voice -- like you’ve never felt anything like how I make you feel.” Ty dipped his head and licked at Kit’s navel.
“You’re like magic.” Kit shivered, lifted up to look at him, biting that kiss swollen bottom lip. “You make me feel whole, real.”
Ty shook his head. “You are whole. Legs have nothing to do with it.”
His fingers trailed over one stump and he took a quick bite of Kit’s hip before moving further down, wanting to see what would happen when he tasted the scarred skin.
Kit watched him, eyes wide, teeth sinking deep into those lips, biting back sweet, hungry noises.
“Love you,” Ty whispered, the words true and good. He nuzzled Kit’s stump and then began to lick, tongue tracing the pattern of scars, tickling the soft, soft skin in between them.
A single tear slid down Kit’ s cheek, shining in the sun. “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to, cowboy.” He explored the one stump thoroughly and then went to work on the other, hands sliding over whatever other skin he could find.
His lover was gasping for him now, cock throbbing, balls so tight. His name was called over and over, Kit’s hands gripping the sheets. Ty moved over Kit’s stumps thoroughly and then made his way up his lover’s inner thighs, spreading Kit’s legs as he went.
“Good. Oh, fuck.” Kit sobbed and laughed all at once. “Shit, nothing should feel so fucking good.”
“Are you kidding? Fucking should always feel good.” He mouthed each of Kit’s balls and then moved past them, spreading Kit’s legs further so he could lick at the wrinkled skin of Kit’s hole.
“Ty!” Oh, that was a sweet cry.
He licked again and again, wetting Kit’s hole.
“I... I... Love!” Kit arched, shifting on the sheets, gasping and crying out again and again.
Ty hummed, making Kit this happy just turning him on so much. He pointed his tongue and stabbed it into Kit over and over again.
“Ty! Please!” Kit pulled back, eyes wild. “Make love to me. Together. Want to come together.”
He nodded, reaching over to his side table, finding the condoms. His hands were shaking as he put it on. “Need you so much, Kit.”
Kit just watched him, slowly pumping that dark cock, humming softly.
“So beautiful, my cowboy.”
He settled back down between Kit’s legs, pushing his arms beneath Kit’s thighs and spreading his lover wide. Kit was open to him, hole just swallowing him up as he pushed in.
“Oh, love. Yes.” The look on his lover’s face was pure bliss.
Ty made love to Kit, body finding a rhythm that suited them both. Kit’s hands loved him, and that sweet rough voice filled the air.
He’d made love a lot throughout his life, but he’d never felt such a connection, like he was made for this. Ty bent, pushing Kit’s thighs further back as he shared a kiss with his lover.
Kit’s eyes were dancing, happy, tongue pushing deep into his lips, body rippling around his prick. He moaned, moving faster, harder, loving Kit with everything he was.
“I love you. Oh, Ty, it’s so fucking good.” Kit arched, shaking.
“I love you, too, cowboy.” And he did. The truth of it was pure pleasure, making him come. It didn’t take anything to push Kit over the edge with him, both of them riding the waves together. Ty collapsed against his lover, pressing kisses over Kit’s face.
Kit started chuckling, laughing as his kisses were returned. “Our dinner’s going to get cold.”
God, he loved that sound. “I’ve got a microwave.”
“Oh, excellent. You got a VCR too?” Kit rubbed their noses together. “I brought something to show you.”
“I do, cowboy.” He licked Kit’s nose, laughing.
Their laughter mingled together, twined together like their bodies. “I brought a tape of one of my concerts for you. So you could see me in action, so to speak.”
“Oh... Oh, Kit -- you’re going to let me hear you sing?” He got up and went to the cupboard, opening it up to reveal his TV and VCR.
Kit rolled over on the bed, tugging his bag over -- fine ass in the air -- and pulled out a tape. “Here you go. Houston, seven years ago.”
He took the tape and another kiss. “Thanks, cowboy. I really appreciate this.” Ty put the tape in the VCR and grabbed the remote, going back to sit with Kit.
They watched together -- Kit had been so young, thin and lanky, no beard or mustache. The music was romantic, warm, for the most part, the band tight. Watching Kit laughing, dancing, eyes alight as he sang was either the most heartbreaking or the most beautiful thing Tyler had seen in a long time.
He reached for Kit’s hand, squeezing tight.
“I can’t believe you could give that up,” he whispered.
“I didn’t have a choice.” Kit leaned into him. “My career was dead before I got out of the hospital.”
“I meant the singing. It... transports you.”
“I...” Kit watched the screen. “It made me happy.”
“I can see that. You’re glowing, man. High on it.” He brought Kit’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.
They watched the tape all the way through, the final song one about forever and dreaming and shit that didn’t sound impossible from Kit’s lips.
He turned to Kit, eyes not quite dry and kissed his lover, long and slow. “Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me, Kit.”
Kit held him, fingers running over his face. “Thank you for wanting to see it.”
“I want to see all of you, Kit.” He let his hand slide down to stroke across one of Kit’s stumps. “You don’t need to hide who you are with me.”
Kit blinked, eyes filling with tears as his lips were taken in the softest kiss.
When the kiss broke, Ty licked at Kit’s cheeks, taking the tears in, the salt not quite bitter on his tongue.
“Sorry. I just... I thought I would never... I thought no one would ever...”
“Don’t be silly, Kit. So your legs aren’t like everyone else’s -- neither is your voice, man. I believe in taking people as they come.”
Kit arched an eyebrow, that laughter so close to the surface, even now. “I thought it was taking people until they come...”
Ty laughed and gave Kit a quick kiss. “Yeah, that, too.”
“Can we eat now? I’m starving. You worked lunch right off.”
He chuckled and bent to kiss the beautiful stomach.
“Anything you want, cowboy. Anything you want.”
Anything at all.
Chapter Eleven
Kit threw a pair of swim trunks and a towel in a backpack, along with a change of underwear and a clean t-shirt. He had a toothbrush over at Ty’s already, sitting in the bathroom along with his spare robe and the portable shower seat they’d found.
Guitar? Check. Traveling chair? Check. Cell phone? Check.
He fed the dogs, patted Lindy’s so-pregnant belly and headed out to spend the day with his favorite person. Ty had called last night and suggested they go for a drive, spend the day together, play.
It was almost embarrassing how eager he was.
Almost.
After damned near a month together, Kit kept expecting the intensity to fade, to ease. So far, they’d just managed to have a damned good time -- laughing and swimming and making love and learning each other.
He made good time, pulling into the shop with the radio blaring with a song from one of his artists. Too cool.
Ty was outside waiting for him, leaning against a tarp-covered bike. His lover’s face was warm and happy.
“Hey there, you sexy thing.” Kit swung his legs out of the truck, grinning, letting his eyes travel over that sweet body. “You finish another bike yesterday? Damn, you’re hauling butt on those things.”
Ty grinned and came over to kiss him. “I want to get all my orders wrapped up -- gives me more time to play.”
After a bit of a snog, Ty stepped back. “Besides, this one’s a bit of a special order.”
“Yeah? Can I see?” Kit stroked one hand down Ty’s arm. He loved to see Tyler’s work, loved the enjoyment Ty took in it.
“You sure can.”
Ty was just grinning at him like a fool; this bike was obviously special.
Ty pulled the tarp away revealing a low-riding, heavy Harley, sitting on a wide, two-sided kickstand.
“What do you think?”
“Oh, wicked!” He walked around it, hands sliding over the bike. “Oh, Ty, it’s fucking beautiful!”
“You think so? It’s yours.”
“What?” Kit blinked over, eyes wide. “But... Oh. Oh, my.”
Ty nodded. “Yep. It’s the latest low-rider from Harley with a few Tyler Jenkins’ specials. Like the kick stand -- you operate it up here and it goes down on both sides to give you a good solid sitting bike for when you’re getting on and off.”
“Oh... Oh, man. This is too fucking cool...” He was almost bouncing, so excited. “Can we try it? Will you take me for a ride?”
“That’s the plan.” Ty handed over the keys, still grinning wide.
“I don’t have an M-class yet and I haven’t ridden since I was a kid. You’ll drive?” Kit let Ty steady him as he straddled the bike. “Wow.”
“Yeah, I can drive. I want you to get a feel for it first though -- turn it on, feel the power of her under your thighs.”
“You make it sound sexy.” He grinned, exploring the controls and learning the bike’s console before starting the ignition.
“It is,” Ty shouted over the noise. “All that power, thrumming between your legs.”
Oh, God, Lot loved this man. “You’re a perv!” His laughter shivered with the bike’s vibrations.
Ty was laughing too, one hand on his thigh as Ty leaned in to speak against his ear. “Me and every other bike owner out there -- I’m telling you, it’s three quarters of the appeal.”
Kit turned his head and took a long, deep kiss, filled with their laughter. “Thank you.”
Ty’s eyes were shining and happy and his lover said, “You’re welcome.”
He was handed a helmet and Ty shrugged on a leather jacket. “You want a jacket, Kit?”
“I’ve got one in the truck.” He put the helmet on, damned near beside himself, he was so excited, so happy. A motorcycle. For him. So fucking cool.
Ty fetched his jacket for him and put on a helmet before settling on the bike in front of him. He was soon snuggled up tight behind that fine ass and long back.
“You all set?” shouted Ty.
He wiggled a little, settling in and wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, nodding. “Where do you want my feet?”
Ty leaned over and helped him settle his feet into little stirrups where the footrests traditionally went. Oh, Ty had thought of everything.
“Here we go!”
Ty revved the engine a couple of times, making the bike vibrate strongly beneath them and then they were off, moving slowly along the city streets, headed for the old ocean road.
Oh. Oh, wow. He leaned into Ty’s body, eyes wide as he watched the scenery, felt the vibrations and the heat and the wind and Ty and... Wow.
Ty drove for about an hour before stopping at the beach, turning off the engine.
Kit didn’t say a word, just kept holding on, eyes watching the waves as he smiled.
Pulling his helmet off, Ty leaned back. “You good?”
“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, rubbed his hand against Ty’s belly. “So much more than good, I’m sort of stunned.”
“Awesome.” Ty picked up his hand and kissed it before putting it back on the slender belly. “I’m glad I could help give this to you.”
“Me too.” He stroked slowly, just quietly loving Tyler, thanking his lover with all he was.
Tyler’s cheek rested against his shoulder, one hand sliding along his thigh.
Such a great gift -- a bike for him. One he could use, they could use. From the minute they’d met -- Tyler singing with the Eagles and working on a bike, so blond, so fucking beautiful -- Tyler had been giving and giving to him.
Kit closed his eyes and said a little prayer -- partly forgiveness to those he’d lost, partly thanks to the good Lord for giving him another chance.
Then he cleared his throat and started to sing.
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