Ever the Same (18 page)

Oh, good deal. Scrubbed decently, and no cakes of gooey soap.

“Are you allergic to Dial?”

“Nope.”

“Oh good.” Grainger was terrible allergic to Irish Spring, which was why they’d switched. “Can we get naked now?”

“God, yes.”

The immediate eagerness made him feel so fucking good, like he was a fucking god. He had a lover. Lord, who would have thought he’d ever say that?

Dixon started working at his clothes, opening his buttons. Those fingers didn’t care that Dixon was blind; they played Audie like a guitar. They explored him, even though they’d seen all he had to give.

He tugged at Dixon’s shirt too, wanting to rub and touch. Dixon sucked in, the shirt pulling free. Audie tugged it off, all that ink bared for him to stroke. He traced the lines, loving how the touches made Dixon’s eyes cross.

“So damned hot, babe.” He licked Dixon’s lower lip.

“It is. Makes me ache.”

“That’s good right?” He reached down and squeezed Dixon through his jeans.

“Fuck, yes.”

God, that laugh. It was like…. He didn’t have the words. A man could live on the sound forever. He squeezed again, and Dix moaned, rising up against him, their belt buckles rubbing together.

“Let’s get rid of the rest, huh?” He tugged at Dixon’s clothes. Damn, he should start the water.

“Naked time!” Dixon hooted, and that was damn near rednecky. Audie was proud.

“Just let me get the water going.”

“Works for me. The soap doesn’t work near as well dry.”

He hooted. “Exactly.” Audie turned on the water, wondering how hot Dix liked his shower. He grabbed Dixon’s hand. “Warm enough?”

“Little more.”

“Cool.” He turned up the hot tap a tiny bit. “You ready?”

“I am.” One hand stroked down his ass.

Audie went still for a moment, except his cock, which jerked hard. “Damn.”

“Mmm, good?” Like Dix didn’t know.

“So good.” He reached around to squeeze Dixon’s ass. “Like that.”

“Uh-huh. Like that. Damn, honey.”

“In the water, man.” He tugged Dix gently into the shower.

Dixon searched the walls, the tile, the little niche for the soap. Once Dixon had satisfied his curiosity, Audie pulled the man in for a kiss. Dixon’s hand wrapped around his neck, fingers rubbing his shoulder as their lips parted.

“I dreamed about this,” Audie murmured.

“With me?” Dixon found the soap, started lathering his hands. Those talented fingers really knew how to make him crazy. “Love the smell of soap. I never knew I did before.”

“Yeah?” Audie closed his eyes and sniffed. It smelled like Dial.

“Uh-huh. It’s sharp and clean. You can smell it under your tongue.”

“I like how you describe things.” He got busy washing Dixon too, wanting to touch.

He’d wanted to do this since he’d seen a scene of folks showering together on the TV. He banged his elbow against the tile right then, which he didn’t remember seeing on the show.

“You okay, honey?” Dixon’s fingers trailed down his arm, petting him.

“Uh-huh.” The stars faded from his vision fast with Dix touching him.

“I could do this forever.”

“As long as you mean forever interspersed with orgasms, I’m all over that.”

“Orgasm-studded forever. I like it.” God, look at his Dix smile.

“Me too.” He kissed Dixon’s mouth.

Dixon moaned, pressing fully against him, letting him have all that slick skin. They rubbed together, and he luxuriated in being able to make noise, to talk and touch without worrying about being interrupted. Dixon was loving it too. He could tell Dixon’s expression was relaxed, lazy, eyes closed and not searching.

Audie loved that he could give that to Dixon, that together they could make things better.

“So, what’s the verdict? Group showering a win?”

“Yeah. I like it.” Audie grinned, feeling like a million bucks.

His cock and balls got well lathered, Dixon playing with him, teasing. He spread his thighs, letting Dix have more room, better access. The sensation of the bubbles and the pressure from Dixon’s hand and the slide of skin was purely amazing, the tingle bringing him up on his tiptoes. His breath began to come hard and fast, his belly pulling in tight.

Dixon’s fingers slid farther back, stroking the strip of skin behind his balls, playing him like a goddamn guitar. He tried to give as good as he got, but he was losing thought and speech and all.

There was nothing like being the focus of Dixon’s attention. Nothing. Dix was a damned good lover—giving, sensitive to every motion Audie made. Dixon’s face was pure bliss, lips parted, and the heavy cock proved that this wasn’t one-sided.

Audie stroked Dix’s cock for a moment, feeling the weight and heat of the shaft against his palm.

“Mmm.” Dixon’s balls drew up and that amazing touch came again.

“Damn, babe. Love how you feel.”

“Good. Good, I want to make you feel something.”

“You do. Always.” Dixon made him want too much.

“Let me give you this, then.” Dixon took his lips in a wild kiss, surprising him.

He clung to Dixon’s shoulders, his hands coming up like a puppet’s. The kiss made him cry out into Dixon’s mouth. Nobody had ever kissed him like this before. Never. Like he was the only other person in the world, and that this moment was more important than anything else they might be doing or worrying about or whatever.

Dixon’s tongue traced his lips, teasing him, then he got another deep kiss.

God, he was gonna explode. Hell, as fast as he was roaring to a finish he would come before the hot water ran out.

“Come on, honey. Let me do this for you.”

“Oh God. Okay. I can’t—Dix.” His ass clenched hard.

“You can….” Dixon slid against him, rubbing his cock.

“Yes.” His balls pulled tight, his belly went rock hard, and he came like a ton of bricks.

The look on Dixon’s face was pure satisfaction. Audie couldn’t help but kiss that smile, even as breathless as he was.

“You liked that.” Dixon nibbled his bottom lip.

“A dead man would like that.” He felt so good he could leap over the barn.

“Mmm.” Dixon rested against him, lips on his collarbone.

“I want to do for you too, honey. What do you want?”

“I…. Will you rub my legs? They’re limp as noodles.”

“Oh man. Of course I will.” Poor baby. They rinsed off, and he grabbed his fluffiest towels to dry them off.

Dixon was still sporting a healthy hard-on, but he bet it disappeared with the massage. That was okay. He’d get the man up again after. “Come see my bed, honey.”

“I’d love to.”

Audie tugged Dixon to the bedroom and gave him the lay of the land. “The light switch is on the left when you come in. There’s a dresser two inches from it, so don’t bang your hand.”

Dixon reached out, searching the dresser, fingers sliding along the edge. Audie knew it was sharp when you whacked your elbow on it, but he had a big bed, so the furniture lurked along the walls.

“The bed’s in the middle?”

“It is. Right smack dab. No rugs, just wood floors.”

“It smells good.”

“Now you’re just shitting me.” He felt pleased down to his toes to hear it.

“No. I know this is your place, your bed.”

“Yeah, and Duke stopped sleeping here when Grainger was old enough to have a bed bigger than toddler sized.” He grinned, happy that there was no dog smell.

Dixon chuckled, stepped toward the bed, hand out. Audie let him find his own way, knowing there wasn’t even a loose or uneven floorboard. Dixon looked pleased as he found it, sat down.

Then he looked way more pained than pleased. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh, your legs. Let me get a little oil.” He had some baby oil.

“Uh-huh.” Dixon stretched out on the bed on his belly.

Audie admired for a long moment, then got the oil so he could warm it up between his hands. He sniffed it just to make sure. Baby oil. Not rancid. Score.

He poured it between his palms and rubbed his hands together. Then he reached for Dixon’s feet.

Dixon had his head tilted, listening for him.

“Gonna start, babe.” He pressed his thumbs against Dixon’s soles.

“Oh. Oh God.” This amazing sound tore from Dixon, damn near pained. Those poor sore feet drew up, Dix’s toes curling.

“I’ve got you, honey. I’ve got you.” He worked to the ankles, really rubbing. Dix had weirdly delicate bones for a man, long feet and fingers. Maybe that was why he could play the guitar so well.

By the time Audie reached Dixon’s calves, the moans were like a song, filling the air. Dixon wiggled and arched, the motion like a rolling wave.

“Be still, now. Let me love on you.”

“I can’t. My muscles are dancing.”

He couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he got to Dixon’s thighs. That fine ass called to him too. His hands itched for it. He could dig in, rub his thumbs into the dimples.

He worked the knees first. Yeah. Those muscles, those poor calves, were so tight he could bounce quarters off them. He didn’t, choosing to get more oil instead and really work it.

“That aches so good.”

“You really are tight, babe. You really are.” He wanted so much to help with that and anything else Dix needed.

“Mmm. You should know.” Oh, little flirt!

Audie laughed, rubbing one ass cheek for a moment. “I do.”

They chuckled together, and it was the best thing, to laugh together, tease. Like they weren’t just fucking, but they were friends. Maybe they could be both, though that had never worked for Audie before. Of course, he’d never ever met someone like Dixon before. Not ever.

He rubbed up Dixon’s thighs, thumbs digging in.

“Oh. Oh damn. Audie. Audie, please.”

“That’s it. Yeah. This is the hard part.”

“Sore.”

“Yeah. Thank God I learned to ride when I was wee. I never had to deal with being saddle sore.” Audie didn’t remember his first ride by himself.

“How old were you?”

“Oh God. I was in the saddle with Mom and Uncle Lee when I was a baby. I got my first solo saddle when I was maybe four?”

“I can’t imagine. I would die if Randi had done that.”

“Nah. Kids are actually better than adults with animals sometimes.”

“Sometimes. I think some…. Oh God. Right there, man. I think some kids are naturally animal people and some aren’t.”

“Well, your girl sure loves them.”

“She does. Ron always had a dog or a ferret or a cat or something to rescue.”

“Is that where the doxies come from?”

“Oh yes. Ron was stupid for the gorgeous little shits.”

“They’re cute, though.” Audie thought they might trip Dix, but he kept that to himself.

“If they could keep from under my feet, yes.”

“Yeah. That has to be tough.” The cane would work there, huh? Audie really needed to get Dix up to speed on that. He hit the crease where Dixon’s thighs met his butt and rubbed his thumb there.

Like he was hitting a button, Dixon’s legs popped right open. Audie hummed happily, all that exposed skin good, the scent of Dixon suddenly so strong.

His thumbs worked the strip of skin behind Dixon’s balls, rubbed slow, sure. Dix cried out, arching, the knobs of his spine standing out. Audie kept on keeping on, touching there over and over, digging in with his thumbs. He loved the way Dixon thrashed for him, the pleasure he could give with a little touch.

His eyes burned in his head as he watched, drinking in the sight of Dix bare and wanting. Massage was fading into something far more sensual, and since he’d come in the shower, Audie felt like he could really focus. Touch. Bask some.

He dipped his hand, his knuckles brushing Dix’s balls.

“Uhn.” Oh now, that was a pretty damn sound. Musical.

Audie grinned and did it again, then touched that hot hole with one finger.

“Mmm.” Dixon spread a little wider.

“Love those little noises,” Audie murmured, pressing but not slipping inside.

“Love being able to make them.”

Yeah, yeah, he heard that. He chuckled, rubbing Dixon’s sac, rolling the balls inside.

“Oh damn. More, Audie, please.”

“Uh-huh.” He set the oil aside in favor of the lube in the nightstand. Baby oil could be murder on a rubber.

Not that he was worried, but it was the principle of the thing. That, and the lube was easier to clean, which was important when it was going inside.

And he fully intended to touch Dix inside. With more than his fingers.

Audie got the lube open, not easy when his fingers were already slippery, and got enough on his skin to ease the way when he pushed into Dixon’s hole with two fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asked, not wanting to stretch too much.

“Feels fucking hot, man. Don’t stop.”

“No stopping. I promise.” He could watch Dix move for hours.

“Thank you. Good. Sweet.” Incoherence was a good thing. So was the shift and pull of muscles in Dixon’s thighs, his ass.

Dixon squeezed him, hole tightening and relaxing, over and over.

Audie worked that little hole, opening it up for him, and Dixon spread, gave. He wanted more, so he pushed in that third finger, wanting to make sure everything was ready.

“Oh. Audie, man. Yes.”

“You feel hot. Silky.”

Dixon squeezed his fingers, a blush covering the lean back. He loved that flush, the way Dixon’s flesh showed his pleasure. The lack of shame.

Moving his fingers, he pushed in and out, the sight fascinating him, making him dry mouthed. He stared, barely realizing that he was rocking back and forth. His own cock was hard as galvanized nails, the tip wet, slick.

“Want you so bad,” Audie said, his breath short in his chest.

“Uh-huh. Now works for me.”

“Yeah? I mean, it’s okay?” He wanted that tight ass, wanted to ride hard.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay. Now.” Dixon tilted his hips, made Audie moan.

He grabbed a rubber, his hands shaking, and slid it on, then lubed up. Audie rubbed the tip of his prick against that tight hole, staring, fascinated. He couldn’t wait to sink inside, to watch his dick disappear an inch at a time. The tiny hole spread as he pressed in, then backed off. He worked back and forth, the friction maddening.