Beginning to Believe (8 page)

“Oh, Kit...” Ty whimpered, writhed, pushed a hand into Kit’s jeans and wrapped it around the man’s prick. So hot. So good.

Kit, for all his joking, was hard again, full and thick against his palm. The suction around his fingers grew harder, Kit’s fingers finding his cock. Ty shuddered, pleasure singing through him.

“Ty... ‘mere.” Kit hauled him up, wrapping both of their cocks together in their twined fingers.

“Oh man. Kit.” He whimpered, bucked against Kit and then settled, their hands doing the work now.

“Yeah.” That’s when the kisses started, sweet and rich and so hungry, so eager for each sensation, each second of pleasure.

Ty could understand that. He even admired it, gave each kiss and touch the attention they deserved because they meant so much to Kit and in return to himself. Kit kept his eyes open, watching, those quiet eyes taking everything in, so happy, so hot.

“It’s good, Kit.” He murmured softly, eyes rolling back in his head as Kit’s thumb slid across the tip of his cock.

“Uh-huh. Fuck, Ty. Sweet.” Kit groaned, crying out, those hips thrusting. He brought their mouths together, latching onto Kit’s tongue and sucking on it. Kit shot with a cry, spunk shooting over his hand, his cock.

It smelled like sex and the ocean and Kit and his cry joined Kit’s, his heat spilling over their hands, too.

Kit caught his breath, eyes twinkling as they relaxed together. “I... I think I need to buy some vitamins.”

Ty threw his head back and laughed. “I think you’re doing a damned good job on your own, cowboy.”

Soft chuckles tickled his throat, Kit nuzzling close. “Yeah? Excellent, ‘cause you’re making me fly, Ty.”

“Awesome. Who needs speed, eh? We’ll just take a dose of each other.” He chuckled. Yeah, high was definitely how he was feeling.

“Damned straight.” Kit’s eyes just twinkled . “Or maybe not exactly straight...”

Ty kept on laughing, burying his face in Kit’s neck and just enjoying himself, enjoying Kit’s happiness.

Kit held him for a long time, hands stroking, a soft, almost silent humming ghosting in the air.

“I could get used to this,” he said quietly, hand stroking the ripped belly.

“So could I.”

“Okay.”

He drifted there in Kit’s arms until it got to be time for them to get dressed.

By the time the musicians arrived, Ty was settled in a large, comfortable room, watching Kit warm up Betty again, the music sounding happier this time, easier somehow.

He sipped at a V8, watching them set up, joking together, working out what they were going to play. It was good, seeing Kit in his element. The man led the group of musicians through the setting up with an easy hand, clearly the veteran, clearly commanding the respect of the other musicians.

There was a lot of laughter, a lot of juggling, but they all settled, and started playing. It was awesome, Kit leading them through song after song. The vocalists changed -- sometimes it was the pretty little mandolin player, something the massive bassist. Once or twice the drummer led them and they all sang harmony, all but Kit.

Kit was deep into the music though, entire body moving as he played, completely focused on what he was doing. The man was simply gorgeous. That Kit was made for music was damned obvious when you saw him playing.

Ty felt himself going hard, not desperately, just... it was good, really good, watching Kit.

They were singing something slow and sweet, filled with a soul-deep longing, when they stopped, started into a discussion about the lyrics. Finally Joanne, the mandolin-player, laughed and held up a hand. “Come on, Kit. You wrote the song. What are the damned words?”

Kit grinned. “I forget that I have never always held you/For in my heart, always is now.” Then those eyes glanced over at him for a heartbeat. “Take it from the top.”

Oh.

Oh, Kit was a lover.

Kit was a keeper.

Those cheeks warmed and the song started again, Kit leading the melody on his guitar, rich and warm and beautiful.

Ty wished Kit would sing; he imagined that it had to be an amazing thing.

The music went on and on, finally fading off, leaving the room almost ringing with silence as everybody packed up and left, one by one. Ty waited for Kit to say goodbye to the last one of them and then went over to his lover. “That was a truly amazing experience, Kit. Thank you for letting me share it.”

“They’re a good group.” Kit smiled up at him, eyes peaceful, happy. “Not too bad for country music, yeah?”

“Not bad at all, Kit.” He leaned down to give Kit a kiss. “Watching you play turns me on,” he whispered.

Kit blushed for him, those eyes twinkling. “Yeah? I’ll have to show you video of me performing. Almost as good as porn.” The fingertips that trailed over his cheeks were hot, just a little swollen.

Ty moaned softly, moving to straddle Kit where the man sat. “I want to see that. Definitely not in company though -- I want to be able to jump your bones at will.”

“That sounds mighty fair to me.” Kit’s hands slid down his spine, cupped his ass. “You are a fine, fine man.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy.” He pushed back against Kit’s hands and then rolled forward, bringing their cocks together, regretting the two layers of denim.

Kit shifted, giving him more solid strength to push against, lips fastening over his with a sweet moan. Ty kept rocking slowly, hearing the rhythm of that last song in his head as he moved, letting the need build between them. Those hands cupped his ass, helping the rhythm, making him ache as the pleasure grew heavy, thick.

He started to unbutton Kit’s shirt, moving slowly, making them both wait. Kit’s mouth slid along his jaw, tongue licking and tasting, nuzzling his skin.

“Oh, it’s good, Kit. So good.” He writhed, fingers moving faster, pulling the rest of Kit’s buttons open and stroking the hard muscles.

“Make me ache, wanting you. Make me want so much.” The words were whispers, low and needy, pressed below his ear.

“I’ve been hard since you started playing,” Ty whispered back, fingers finding the hard bits of flesh that were Kit’s nipples, teasing them, twisting them.

“Ty...” Kit arched, moaning, fingers squeezing his ass.

He bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth while his fingers worked open their jeans. With a gasp, he pressed their pricks together, suddenly needing it urgently.

“Fuck. Yes.” Kit’s hands pulled them together, moved them faster, harder.

“Oh God, Kit! Kit!” Sensation chased down his spine, made him shake, made him shout out as he came.

The sound that tore from Kit’s throat was pure need, filled with joy, as more heat joined his own.

He wrapped his arms around Kit’s neck, holding on tight as he panted.

Strong arms wrapped around him, held him. “Come to bed with me? Let me hold you while we sleep?”

“I’d like that.”

In fact there wasn’t anything else he could think of wanting just now.

“Oh, good.” A soft kiss brushed his hair. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Kit. You’re a good man and I’m happy you let me in. I get the feeling you tend to keep the world out.”

“Who? Me? Whatever made you think that?” Soft chuckles tickled his ear.

Oh, he loved that, the laughter that Kit brought to things. Ty kissed Kit, then stood, shedding his jeans in favor of tripping over them, and held out his hands to Kit. “Come on, cowboy, take me to your bed.”

Kit took his hands and stood. “Sounds good to me, beautiful man. Let’s go.”

Hand in hand they made their way to Kit’s bedroom.

Oh yeah. He could get used to this. Real used to it.

Chapter Eight

He was dreaming about riding on the beach. The view was beautiful and clear, the horse strong underneath him. There was something in the waves, someone looking for him. Kit sighed, he’d had this dream before, knew that soon the sky would go dark, the horse would throw him. Knew that Tim, slick and sleek and ghostly would swim away, caught in the waves.

Still, this time the being kept motioning to him, kept moving closer. The sun kept shining. The horse kept running. It was frightening. It was wonderful. It felt so real.

It distracted him enough that it drew him up out of sleep, right into Tyler’s warm arms. The sun was shining. The waves were crashing. Tyler was snoring softly. Oh. Right. Frightening. Wonderful. Real.

Tyler shifted, morning wood rubbing against him.

“Mmm...” Kit shifted down, curious and hungry. He slowly licked his way along Ty’s belly until he could lick and nuzzle at Tyler’s shaft.

There was a soft gasp. “Kit!”

He grinned, kept licking, kept touching. Salt and musk and warm and... Mmm...

“Oh, God, Kit. You make waking up good.”

Tyler’s hands slid over his face, stroking, caressing. He smiled, licking the tip of Ty’s cock in thank you, lips wrapping around the hot flesh and sucking carefully. Ty moaned, hands moving over his head, stroking through his hair, tracing where his lips met Ty’s cock. Kit nibbled on Ty’s fingertips, tongue flattening over the tip of Ty’s cock and rubbing. Oh, he could so get used to waking up like this.

Ty bucked and whimpered, gasping softly and saying his name like it was a prayer. Kit started stroking and petting, doing all he could to make Ty’s body sing for him, even as his mouth moved over that hard prick. Ty writhed beneath his touches, whispering words like “more” and “oh God” and “Kit.”

He started thinking about finding a condom when another need hit him, deep and low in his belly. Kit lifted his head, lapping at Ty’s prick. “I want to feel you in me. Will you?”

“Wha? Oh. Yeah, Kit. Yeah. Oh man, you sure don’t have to ask twice.” Ty smiled down at him, eyes happy and horny.

Kit licked again, moaning. “Oh, good. Want you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, Kit. Want you too.” Ty wriggled down and kissed him, mouth warm and sweet. He pushed into the kiss, lips parted wide, cock stiff and caught between them. Ty kissed him for a long time and then pulled back, licking at his lips. “How do you want to do it?”

Kit offered Ty a shy grin. “Never tried without my legs. I’m not sure I can do hands and knees.”

“Hey there’s more than one way to skin a skunk.” Ty gave him another kiss. “Besides, face to face is really nice. You can kiss while you fuck.”

“I can so handle that.” Kit ran his hands up Ty’s belly to tease those tight little nipples, feeling his balls tighten at the thought. Oh, yeah. Yeah, he could handle that.

Ty moaned. “Oh man, your hands... love what they do to me.”

“Love the way you feel.” He dipped his head, licking at Ty’s shoulder, Ty’s neck. “So good.”

“Mm... gonna make you feel good, Kit. Gonna make you fly through the sky.”

“So long as you catch me at the end? I’m your man.” Kit sucked up a little mark on Ty’s neck, licking and sucking until the blood came to the surface.

Ty gave him another moan. “Are you kidding, Kit? I’m gonna go flying with you. But don’t you worry -- I know how to land.”

“Not worried. Wanting. Big difference.” Kit grinned, lifting his face for a kiss.

Ty’s lips closed over his, the kiss going on as Ty shifted and moved them until he was on his back, head on the pillows.

He fastened his lips around Ty’s tongue, sucking, hips rocking, cock so full.

Ty got his fingers slicked up and then one of them was teasing the skin down behind Kit’s balls. “You sure about this, Kit?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, Ty. Please. I want you.” He met those bright eyes, nodding. “I’m sure.”

“Cool.” Ty gave him a kiss. “I just didn’t want you to feel you had to. But I’m way glad you want to.”

Then Ty pushed against his hole until the tip of one finger slid in. Kit relaxed, pushing down into Ty’s finger, moaning soft.

“Oh man, Kit. You’re tight. And hot.”

“’s been a long time.” He met Ty’s eyes. “Been waiting for the right touch to find me.”

“I’m right here, now.” Ty leaned in and kissed him, finger sliding the rest of the way in.

“Oh...” Kit moaned against Ty’s lips, body tightening around that finger.

So good.

“Yeah, Kit. ‘s gonna be good.” Ty licked his lips, nuzzling. “Just relax and open for me, yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘s good.” His legs parted, shifting on the sheets. “Good.”

“Yeah. Gonna make you fly, cowboy.” Tyler moved that finger inside him, in and out and in and out, making him need.

Kit rocked on that finger, sliding steady and sure, riding it. He would have responded, would have agreed, but he was busy feeling, busy making love.

“Another finger now,” whispered Ty, lips sliding over his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Sure enough, the glide of one finger became the push of two, stretching him, filling him like he hadn’t been filled in years.

“Full... Oh, Ty. So full, so good.” Kit moaned, humming, body damned near singing.

Ty worked him for a long time, fingers stretching him. Then they started pushing in further, scraping across his gland.