King Cobra (Hot Rods) (9 page)

“Come on, Cobra.” He groaned. “I’m not a girl. I don’t need that bullshit. I just need you to fuck me already.”

“You might not need frills. Maybe I do.” Eli squatted to clean Alanso’s legs. He rested his cheek in the hollow of Alanso’s lower back. He couldn’t believe he’d nearly screwed this up. He wouldn’t do it again. By the time they were through, Alanso would know he meant this to be about more than physical pleasure.

“Then why don’t you let
me
take care of
you
?” Alanso spun around, rinsing himself off in the process. He lifted the gel from Eli and slathered it on his hands. Before Eli could think of some reason to stop him—other than the fact that he didn’t intend for the other man to put himself in a one-down position—he’d begun to caress every part of Eli’s body.

And all King Cobra could do was concentrate on not crashing to the floor and breaking his neck. Hell no, he planned to stay alive and alert for the fun ahead.

Alanso knelt on the floor and worked his way up from Eli’s toes.

Eli held on to Alanso’s bald head to keep his balance as he lifted first one leg then the other when instructed. He rubbed Alanso’s scalp, enjoying the hell out of how smooth it was. How soft despite the hardness beneath.

“Shit, that feels good Cobra.” He leaned into the touch, still cleansing Eli’s ankles, then the rest of his legs. When his fist wrapped around Eli’s cock, soaping him from root to tip then back again, Eli shivered.

As the water washed away suds, he imagined it also took the guilt and ugliness that had plagued him lately along with it. Alanso did that for him. Made him feel okay with all the blessings he’d been given. Even in the face of his friends’ suffering and the total devastation they’d lived through. Sure, he’d lost his mom. But he’d always had his father. And the absolute conviction that his mother had loved him beyond belief.

He swore then and there he’d never let Alanso fear the people special to him could do any less. How could they not value this man? How could he doubt his own worth?

While he debated how to show Alanso what he meant, the man surprised him. The moist heat of his mouth sucking the tip of Eli’s dick seemed a million times hotter than the steam billowing around them.

A groan tore from Eli’s throat. His fingers curled in Alanso’s shoulders, pressing deep into the muscles there. “Wait. Al, wait.”

“I’m so fucking tired of delaying.” He stopped only long enough to bitch before repeating the gesture, this time taking an extra inch or so of Eli’s shaft into his mouth.

If they didn’t stop this soon there wouldn’t be any going back.

“Just another minute.” Eli pressed on Alanso’s forehead, moaning when his dick left the paradise it’d only begun to explore. “I have a better idea.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” Alanso swiped the back of his hand over his lips, making Eli wonder just how much precome had leaked from his cock already. “I thought it was a hell of a plan.”

Eli slapped his hand over the shower handle, shutting off the water. He swiped his hands down his body, sluicing rain from his skin before stepping onto the mat and grabbing Alanso’s towel. “Here.”

He handed the well-used terrycloth to his friend before taking his own off the bar.

They raced to dry themselves.

Eli flipped the towel over his head to squeegee some of the excess wetness from the hair he kept short while Alanso buffed his baldness until it shined. Cobra couldn’t help himself. He snapped his towel at Alanso’s ass, laughing at his high-maintenance routines. “You know it always looks exactly the same, right?”

“
Come mierda.
So does yours. At least I’ve got some style.” He stood with his legs wide apart, his bulging arms crossed and his cock jutting straight out. “So what the fuck was this great scheme of yours? So far I’m not seeing the perks.”

“Last night when I watched you sucking Links’ cock…” Eli headed for Alanso’s bedroom. He wanted the man to be comfortable.

“Were you even a little jealous?” Alanso hesitated at the threshold. For the first time, he seemed uncertain.

“Hell yes.” Eli whipped the plush comforter to the foot of the bed. “It took everything in me not to interrupt and insist you service me instead.”

Alanso actually looked relieved. “So let me.”

Eli held up his hand, palm out. “You didn’t let me finish. Yes, I wondered what it would be like to have you working me over. But I also was curious about what it felt like to you. How did he taste? Did it feel good to have him in your mouth? I always thought women just put up with BJs for the sake of our pleasure, but…it seemed like you were really enjoying yourself.”

“I told you. I sucked cock and I liked it. So what the fuck is the hold up?” Alanso stalked closer, staring at Eli’s erection, which hung thick and ready against his thigh. “I want to try again. Just to be sure.”

“I want to check it out too.” Eli applauded himself silently when Alanso’s jaw dropped open. “Let’s sixty-nine. First guy to come lets the other guy fuck him as a reward.”

Chapter Seven

“You’re right. Your idea’s better.” Alanso took two giant strides and launched himself onto the mattress. His balls bounced as he settled into the comfort of his bed.

Eli grinned above him. Why did Cobra have to be so damn sexy? Tall, lean, tattooed discretely compared to some of the other guys in the shop. His mother’s name perched over his heart and the Hot Rods logo arched across his lower belly.

“What’re you looking at?” Cobra sank onto the bed, lying with his head toward Alanso’s feet.

“Just thinking I’m glad your portrait of Tom is on your back. It’d freak me out to have him staring at me when I do this.” Alanso didn’t waste any time stuffing Eli’s cock into his mouth. He wasn’t about to give his friend the opportunity to run.

Coño
, he tasted fine. Clean and fresh, without the fake minty flavor of the guy last night. Alanso couldn’t have considered a condom with Eli. No more barriers. He knew the guy was clean. His jaw stretched and he psyched himself up to take the full length of Eli’s shaft despite the fact that it was several inches longer than Links’ or even Alanso’s own cock.

Not quite as thick, he found as he measured the girth with his lips and tongue.

Eli groaned. He rolled, grabbing Alanso’s ankles—one in each hand. As he rotated, he spread them far apart and pinned them in place. Alanso forgot to suck for a minute as he adjusted to the weight bearing down on him in addition to the wash of warm breath drying his cock and balls.

Sure, the gang hadn’t been kidding last night. Catching women had never been difficult. He enjoyed flirting and playing up his accent when it seemed to suit a bar bunny’s fantasy of taking a Latin lover. So he’d had a million blowjobs from women who knew their way around a guy’s junk. But something about this was different. Whether because the mouth about to service him was male or because it belonged to his best friend, he couldn’t say for sure.

He had a guess, though.

With his head tipped back onto his pillows, he let Eli’s sac drag along his cheek. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive head of the Hot Rod’s cock when he hesitated. His demand garbled around his mouthful of Eli. “Enough torture.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Eli came to life. He dropped lower, pressing them together chest to belly. Their height difference meant Eli had to hunch his back a bit, but he managed to get his mouth on Alanso’s dick without pulling his own shaft out of Alanso’s grasp.

“
Mámamela
!” The directive to suck would have been lost on Eli even if he’d known the term because his cock garbled Alanso’s cries.

Still, the motion of Alanso’s hips left no room for misinterpretation.

They both knew he was going to lose this battle of wills. He’d dreamed of this too long to keep from pouring his come down Eli’s throat. Hell, this was bigger than he’d dared to let himself hope for. Yet he’d like to hold on long enough to qualify as something other than utterly pitiful in his attempt to keep up. In case he couldn’t, he didn’t want Eli wasting time. He wanted to feel the man’s tongue laving him, his lips choking the base of his cock and the stronger suction a guy would impart, knowing just how damn good it felt.

“Is this what you want?” Eli grabbed Alanso’s cock. “Feels weird and cool to touch you. It’s like doing it to myself except not. I’ve wondered since that day with the crew if I imagined how hot you were. I didn’t.”

Eli prevented any coherent response from Alanso when he held the cock still in his grip and licked the head as if it were a lollipop. The smacking of his lips made Alanso sure he tested the taste of his best friend on his tongue.

He had to concentrate on the sequence of engine parts he needed to assemble later today to keep from letting that thought overpower his restraint. Eli hadn’t even taken him totally in his mouth yet. Coming so quick wasn’t an option. He’d waited too long to waste this opportunity, in case he never got another one like it.

The only way he knew to make Eli quit dallying was to fight fire with fire. He opened his jaw wider, letting Eli’s cock embed more fully in his mouth. The angle and his length made his erection a choking hazard, but Alanso didn’t let that stop him.

He tried to recall what Phil had done to him the night before and simulated that rippling finger thing with his mouth by hollowing his cheeks and wriggling his tongue all along Eli’s length.

“Uhh.” Eli grunted and flexed forward. His mouth surrounded Alanso with heat and temptation.

No way was he going to be the only one frantic with desire. He reached up and around Eli’s hip to tease the balls threatening to cut off Alanso’s air supply where they pressed near to his nose.

“Cheater!” Eli reared back long enough to shout. He shuddered and slurped Alanso’s cock farther into his mouth on the return journey.

“Mmm.” Alanso didn’t have the luxury of retreating with Eli’s pelvis trapping his upper body against the bed, but he wouldn’t have done it if he could. The vibrations he sent along Eli’s shaft seemed to aid his mission.

Then Eli retaliated. He began to bob his head over Alanso’s erection, sliding up and down the length with lips and tongue and cheeks.

Alanso’s thighs began to quiver as he curled his toes, attempting to stave off the eruption bubbling in his balls.
Just a few more minutes
, he begged himself. A little while longer to experience this bliss.
Please don’t let it stop
, he prayed.

With the end near, Alanso took a chance. He let his fingertip wander from the spot he’d discovered behind Eli’s balls, which seemed to drive him wild, to the tight pucker of his asshole. The tongue-lashing Ronnie had given Alanso last night had sold him on the merits of playing around back there. He’d never imagined it could feel so fucking good.

But he’d sure as hell like to share that knowledge with Eli.

For two reasons. First being that he liked to please the guy. In bed and out. Second, because he hoped that Eli might be willing to treat Alanso to that riot of sensation from time to time in their future.

The thought that they might have a future at all nearly made Alanso shoot.

He howled as he clamped down on the urge to come. It was too soon to end this euphoria. Like an addict, he wanted to prolong the high.

When his finger nudged the clenched muscle at the opening to Eli’s ass, it instinctively tightened. But when he continued to prod and massage, the muscle relaxed, opening to his exploration. Only the tiniest bit of his digit had poked through Eli’s resistance when Cobra stiffened above Alanso.

They both froze in absolute amazement as Eli’s balls contracted on Alanso’s upper lip and Cobra’s cock jerked. Eli ripped his mouth from Alanso’s cock, probably to protect him as he spasmed. If Alanso didn’t know better, he’d think the man was having a seizure.

Eli buried his face between the mattress and Alanso’s leg. He growled, moaned and shouted Alanso’s name before biting into his thigh. Not hard enough to hurt. Hell no, the pressure almost had Alanso joining the man on top of him in rapture. Almost, but he couldn’t quite tip into climax without the escalating pressure of Eli’s mouth on his dick.

And that was when he felt it. The first gush of come blasted from Eli’s cock.

He prepared himself to drink it all, every last drop.

Stream after stream coated the back of his throat, making him choke a little as he swallowed reflexively. He offered up a silent apology to every woman he’d nearly drowned like this.
Carajo!

As if Eli could sense his struggle, he attempted to lift up and steal Alanso’s treat.

Alanso dug his fingers into Eli’s fine ass and trapped him in place. Weak with ecstasy, Cobra couldn’t escape and finished emptying those huge
cojones
into Alanso’s open, waiting mouth. When he’d finished coming, he unclamped his jaw and kissed the ring he’d indented on Alanso’s thigh. Secretly, Alanso hoped it would bruise so he’d have a reminder that this amazing wakeup call hadn’t been some kind of dream.

Eli rolled to the side, collapsing on his back.

Alanso flipped around so that they were face to face, their feet propped on his pillows. He brushed the matted spikes of Eli’s hair from his forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m pretty sure we can rule out high blood pressure. I’d have had a stroke if I wasn’t in good shape there.” Eli still gulped like a fish out of water.