Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) (8 page)

“Hey,” Rooster said a little breathless.

“How was your run?” Wheland asked. He leaned up against the counter and crossed his long legs at the ankle. He saw Rooster’s quick visual inspection of him, then look away. Catching that made Wheland smile. Apparently, Rooster wasn’t as good at hiding his attraction as he thought and now that Wheland understood what was going on with Rooster, Wheland wasn’t missing the signs of that attraction, either.

“Run was good,” Rooster said, avoiding eye contact. “It’s going to be a warm one out there today.”

“Is that so,” Wheland said and took a few steps closer to Rooster.

“Yeah, could turn out to be hot,” Rooster said.

Wheland nodded and took another sip from his mug. “Listen, I worked most of the night in the studio and wrote the lyrics to the song. It’s done. All we need to do is lay the tracks for the vocals.”

“Done? Wow, that was fast,” Rooster said and glanced at Wheland.

“I was inspired,” Wheland said with a shrug. “In fact, I was so inspired I wrote the lyrics to another song, too.”

Rooster nodded. “I’m impressed.”

“Would you like to know what inspired me?” Wheland asked.

Rooster looked toward the staircase leading up to his room, then looked at the running shoes on his feet. “I need to shower.”

Wheland set his mug down on the countertop and inched closer to Rooster. “You’re not curious about what I
heard
on the playback audio track that had me filling the pages of my lyric book?”

“I really should go shower.”

“You already mentioned that,” Wheland said, moving in front of Rooster. The new proximity had Rooster stepping back until he was up against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. The
thunk
of his body hitting the flat surface echoed in the quiet house.

Rooster’s gaze remained lowered, focused on Wheland’s chest while his hands remained by his sides. It was slow to happen and Wheland was patient to wait it out, but eventually Rooster lifted his head to meet Wheland’s gaze.

“I’m moving out,” Rooster firmly said.

Wheland’s back stiffened. That was not what Wheland had hoped to hear and Rooster’s words hit him like a knee to the balls. “Why would you do that?” Wheland asked.

“I think it’s better if I leave,” Rooster said.

“Better... or safer?” Wheland asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Wheland shifted two more inches into Rooster’s personal space. He could feel the heat of the man’s body wrapping around him like a caress and smell the sweat and utter maleness of Rooster. It was intoxicating as hell and made his body hum with need.

Wheland saw Rooster tense at the new closeness and the uncertainty that flashed in his eyes. Wheland briefly considered backing away to make Rooster relax a bit, but shook it off. He needed to push Rooster to admit what he wanted and to clear the air between them. If Rooster didn’t like it, too fucking bad. Yes, there was a very real chance Wheland could end up with a punch to the face, but he was betting that wouldn’t be the case. It was the promise behind the positive outcome that had Wheland’s cock hardening.

“Moving is
safer
because then you don’t have to admit why last night freaked you out so much,” Wheland said.

“Damn it, Wheland!” Rooster yelled, pressing his hand to the solid wall of Wheland’s chest. “I told you I don’t want to talk about last night!”

“Yeah, you did say that, but then I listened to the playback from the other night. More specifically, the audio you made after I fell asleep on the floor,” Wheland said. He leaned forward putting his weight on a straight arm against the wall; his hand right beside Rooster’s head. “Is it ringing a bell yet, Roost? Do you remember what you said to me while I slept?”

“Don’t... go there,” Rooster said.

“Oh, we’re most definitely ‘going there’,” Wheland said. He had no intention of backing off now. He shifted again, folding on the wall to rest on his forearm, and slid his leg between Rooster’s. His groin now pressed against Rooster’s hip and he could feel the hard evidence of Rooster’s interest as well. Rooster cursed under his breath and his fingers dug a little deeper into Wheland’s chest. It was a lame attempt to push Wheland away, but Wheland let him have that bit of control. For now.

He leaned in to Rooster, his body touching Rooster from shoulder to thigh, and rubbed his cheek to Rooster’s. The whiskers on their jaw lines created a delicious friction and Wheland hummed his approval.

“Do you really think I’m a sexy prick?” Wheland asked, whispering the question into the hairline at Rooster’s temple. His tongue tasted the drying sweat there and Rooster shivered. “Fuckkkk,” Wheland said, turning his eyes back to Rooster’s. “Do you really want to move away from this?”

Rooster shifted on his feet. His fingers fanned on Wheland’s chest. His other hand circled Wheland’s tight bicep. Wheland took that as a positive sign and wrapped his hand around Rooster’s throat, holding him against the wall. He liked the startled look on Rooster’s face and the lust that floated through his eyes a second later. That spark of interest told Wheland that Rooster loved the rough play, which Wheland was more than happy to supply. He loved feeling the slide of Rooster’s Adam’s apple beneath his palm, too. That was sexy as hell and definitely stroked his kink. In fact, everything about Rooster was sexy as hell.

“You want me, Roost, as much as I want you. That’s what this is all about,” Wheland said, his words bounced off Rooster’s partially open mouth. “You want me to fuck you in every room of this house? Isn’t that what you said on tape?” Wheland pressed himself fully to Rooster’s body and rubbed his erection against him. His lips were so close to Rooster’s he could barely draw in a breath. The need he was feeling was intense.
Have I ever wanted anyone this badly?

Wheland’s hand tightened around Rooster’s throat. The tip of his tongue licked at Rooster’s full bottom lip. Rooster growled when Wheland brushed his lips over Rooster’s; the feather touch a sharp contrast to the hold he had around the man’s neck. Wheland rocked his hips again on Rooster. “That hand you have on my chest,” he said and nipped at Rooster’s lips, then sucked the sting away from the bite. “If you
don’t
want this, you better use that hand to shove me away right now. Otherwise, I’m going for it and I
will
have you in every room in this house.”

“I won’t ask you to stop,” Rooster said, finally finding his voice.

“Good,” Wheland said before his tongue took another swipe at Rooster’s lips. “I’m glad we cleared that up.”

Wheland eliminated the last inch of space between them and pressed his lips to Rooster’s. They both opened at the same time and their tongues met in the middle, lightly stroking, until Wheland sucked Rooster’s tongue into his mouth. The suction was perfection and Wheland groaned. He wanted Rooster so badly he was concerned he’d scare off the guy if he wasn’t careful. This wasn’t some random waiter hook-up with no interest on his part for a repeat performance. This was Rooster and damn if that didn’t mean something.

Wheland cupped Rooster’s face in his hands and deepened the kiss, tasting every wet inch of Rooster’s mouth. He was taking as much as he was giving, wanting to give Rooster all of the pent up energy he’d been hauling around for the last week or maybe a lifetime. Rooster arched off the wall, pressed against Wheland, and together they started to grind while their tongues swirled and licked the other. Rooster’s arms folded around Wheland’s shoulders and that was enough to send Wheland to the stratosphere. Being held by this man nearly had his cock bursting from his jeans.

Wheland loosened the grip he had on Rooster’s throat and let his fingers slide over Rooster’s collarbone and shoulder. His fingers curled over the round shoulder muscle and then inched down Rooster’s side, over each bump of rib before moving around his hip to stop on the firm globe of his ass. The groan rumbling from Wheland’s throat made Rooster vibrate.

“I’ve had a hard-on for you since the day I hit your car,” Wheland said, dipping his tongue into Rooster’s open mouth and flicking. Wheland squeezed Rooster’s ass through the nylon jogging pants. It wasn’t nearly enough contact. He needed to feel skin. Wheland slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Rooster’s jogging pants and fanned them on Rooster’s butt cheek; kneading the flesh, then trailing the length of Rooster’s warm crease.

“You sexy fucker,” Wheland hissed. His hand moved up Rooster’s back and around to his chest. His fingers ran through the light dusting of dark hair while his mouth covered Rooster’s whiskered chin and dipped lower to lick and suck the skin over Rooster’s Adam’s apple. Wheland’s hand inched further south and curled over Rooster’s hard mound that was straining his jogging pants. “You are so fucking hard for me.”

Rooster managed a noise that sounded a lot like a strangled whimper and that had Wheland smiling. He loved knowing he was driving Rooster crazy. It served the man right considering how crazed he felt at the moment.

“Christ! The fucking things I want to do to you,” Wheland said.

“Fuck, yes,” Rooster said, rolling the back of his head against the wall.

Wheland rose to eye level with Rooster again, taking Rooster’s mouth in another frenzied kiss that was all tongue, lips, and fiery passion. He still couldn’t get enough; couldn’t get close enough. Wheland’s hand fumbled to get up under Rooster’s tank top and his fingers became tangled with the thin fabric.

“I need you... naked,” Wheland said. He let go of Rooster’s shirt and grabbed hold of his wrist. “You. Me. Upstairs. Now.”

Wheland directed Rooster toward the stairs. He let go of Rooster’s wrist and started up; taking them two at a time. Halfway to the top landing he realized Rooster wasn’t following and his heart sank. He faced Rooster and noticed Rooster’s gaze had been on his ass.

“Change your mind?” Wheland asked.

Rooster shook his head and his mouth lifted up on one side in a playful grin. “I was just admiring the view.”

“Come to my room and you’ll get a whole lot more than a nice view,” Wheland said.

“Fuckkkk,” Rooster said on a sigh and closed his eyes.

“My thoughts, exactly,” Wheland said, and started up the stairs again.

Chapter Six

Wheland waited for Rooster to step into his bedroom and then shut the door behind them. The silence in the room unsettled Wheland and made him feel off his game, but with Rooster this didn’t feel like a game. This was real and Wheland didn’t want to fuck it up, nor did he want to use his usual tactics to get what he wanted either.

He stood beside his dresser and watched Rooster’s eyes dance around the large room, shifting from the enormous bed with the black, wrought iron headboard laced into a Celtic knot design, to the opening of the master bathroom. Then he saw Rooster’s gaze land on the overhead beam with the silver harnessing loops and the attached chain link.

Wheland pushed off the dresser and came up behind Rooster. “Those steel rings intrigue you, don’t they?” Wheland said in a hushed tone beside Rooster’s ear.

Rooster leaned back into Wheland’s voice and Wheland’s fingers curled around Rooster’s forearms. He felt gooseflesh break out on Rooster’s skin as he palmed it. “I have every intention of attaching your wrists to that beam, but not today,” Wheland said. “I’m far too turned-on to deny myself of having you for one more minute.”

Rooster’s head dropped back to Wheland’s shoulder and Wheland pressed his lips into Rooster’s warm neck. One hand caressed Rooster’s chest while the other groped Rooster’s groin. Rooster reached back and grabbed on to Wheland’s thighs for balance. Rooster’s hands began inching higher on Wheland’s firm legs and Wheland groaned against Rooster’s neck. As soon as Rooster’s hand reached Wheland’s bulge, Wheland stepped away turning Rooster around in the process.

“If you touch my cock right now, I’ll come,” Wheland said. “And it’d be so much better to come inside you than in my jeans.”

Wheland reached behind his head and tugged off his t-shirt and the whole time his eyes never left Rooster. Rooster removed his tank top and then balled it up in his hands. Wheland’s gaze dropped to Rooster’s tanned skin and the dark swirls of hair over his chest and pectorals. A bald eagle tattoo covered one pectoral and colorful flames in oranges and reds decorated the other side. Barbed wire circled each of his defined biceps and the handle of a handgun was inked on his right hip with the nozzle end hidden beneath the waistband of his jogging pants. The artwork only helped to enhance Rooster’s toned body and Wheland licked his lips.

“Christ, you are hot as fuck,” Wheland sighed.

“I’m sweaty as fuck,” Rooster said softly, his eyes darting to the open bathroom door. “I should shower.”

Wheland shook his head and stepped closer. “I’m not waiting for you to shower,” Wheland replied. “Besides, your scent right now is a huge turn on for me and in another minute I’ll be getting you all sweaty again, so it won’t matter.”

And I can only imagine how delicious you’ll taste!

Wheland shook that thought from his mind and stepped closer. If he had any say in the matter, he’d have Rooster under his tongue in less than thirty seconds. He licked his fingers and ran them down the length of Rooster’s chiseled torso before he raised them to his tongue to taste. Salt, male musk, and something distinctively Rooster met his taste buds and Wheland moaned around two of his fingers. He let his fingers explore Rooster’s chest again before skimming lower to toy with the enticing trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of Rooster’s jogging pants. When his fingers reached the nylon fabric, Wheland gave Rooster a hard tug; bringing the man right up against Wheland’s bare chest.

The touch of Rooster’s warm skin pressed to him was like flipping a light switch for Wheland. His arms circled Rooster and his mouth came down on him. Urgent sloppy kisses followed. Wheland’s hands slid into the back of Rooster’s nylon pants and cupped his butt cheeks. His hands worked the muscled globes; grasping at them, then spreading the cheeks apart. The movement of his hands rocked Rooster’s cock against Wheland’s.

Rooster’s arms folded around Wheland. He pressed his forehead to Wheland’s and moaned. Wheland’s hand inched around Rooster’s hip heading toward the heat of Rooster’s groin. His fingers stretched and touched Rooster’s shaft. Wheland felt Rooster’s cock flex into his fingers. Wheland deepened the kiss and caught Rooster’s tongue with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. His fingers curled around the wide girth of Rooster’s cock and squeezed.

Rooster’s head rolled to the side. “Oh, fuckkkk,” he sighed and swayed on his feet.

Wheland’s mouth went for Rooster’s throat, first nipping at the skin covering his Adam’s apple and then sucking.

“I need you naked and on my bed,” Wheland said, his voice raspy with lust.

Wheland watched Rooster step toward the bed and push his jogging pants onto his thighs before he kicked them off his legs and climbed up onto the bed. Wheland froze at the sight of all that dark, tanned skin and the fat cock pointing skyward. The thought of Rooster sliding into him and the pleasure of being filled to the limit with his cock momentarily passed through Wheland’s head, but he dismissed it. That wasn’t going to happen today, but maybe one day soon. Today was all about Wheland making Rooster his; owning him in a way he hoped might build something between them lasting longer than the short-term hook-ups he was used to.

“Are you going to join me or stand there and stare?” Rooster asked from the center of Wheland’s bed.

Wheland’s cheeks flushed with heat. His fingers went to work on the button of his jeans while Rooster slid to the edge of the bed.

“Can I help?” Rooster asked.

Wheland’s head lifted and looked at Rooster. The sly grin on Rooster’s gorgeous face had Wheland’s knees turning to jelly. He moved closer and watched as Rooster’s fingers fanned over his stomach and he shivered from the pleasure. Wheland was ready to explode and he didn’t even have his pants off yet. The intensity of this was overwhelming and the strength of his need was scary. He felt the teeth of his zipper give way and Rooster spread the flaps of the material on his pants. A low chuckle escaped Rooster’s throat when Wheland’s cock sprang free in his face, tapping him on the cheek. Wheland’s eyes burned with fire as he watched Rooster’s tongue lap at his crest and the pre-come dripping from the slit. Rooster licked him again, then swirled his tongue around the broad head before taking Wheland all the way into the back of his throat.

“Fucking Jesus!” Wheland hissed. His head dropped back on his shoulders and he closed his eyes. Rooster’s mouth took him whole again, easing off a few inches before going down to the root. Wheland’s hand gripped the back of Rooster’s head and fisted the thick, dark waves in his fingers.

“I would love to unload in your throat,” Wheland said, his voice hitching in pleasure. “But I really need to fuck you.”

Rooster pulled off of Wheland’s cock making a popping sound and moved back against the pillows. Wheland shed his pants, climbed up onto the bed, and over Rooster. He used his muscle to ease Rooster on to his back and came down to pin him with his chest. Nose to nose and with eyes locked on the other, Wheland tipped his hips forward rubbing himself against Rooster. The friction caused by Rooster’s body hair had Wheland sizzling with electricity.

Rooster gripped Wheland’s hips and stilled him. “Condom?”

Wheland reached across the bed and pulled a foil packet and a tube of lube from the bedside table. He lifted himself to his knees and squirted the gel onto his fingers and rubbed them together. His eyes darted to Rooster before he lay down again on top of him. Wheland’s hand drifted between their bodies finding Rooster’s tight sac and moved below and behind it. His fingers pushed through Rooster’s crease and found the indent before he pushed inside. Rooster sucked in a breath and trembled.

“You are driving me out of my fucking mind, Rooster,” Wheland said. “And, although I plan on fucking you through this goddamned bed, I will make sure you’re good and stretched for me first.”

Rooster groaned when Wheland spun his fingers inside his channel. Wheland made sure each turn dragged his fingertips across Rooster’s prostate, lightly stroking the gland while scissoring his fingers. Rooster arched off the bed, lifting Wheland with him, and the pads of his fingers dug into Wheland’s hips.

“I’m so close,” Rooster panted. He latched onto the back of Wheland’s neck and his eyes met Wheland’s. “Please. Push me over. I need to come.”
Wheland’s lips slanted into a half-smile. “I’ll let you come when my cock is buried in your ass.” His fingers slid from Rooster and he sat back on his heels again. He quickly sheathed his cock with the condom and stroked the long length with lube. “Are you ready for me, Roost? Are you ready to be fucked?”

Rooster nodded and Wheland watched the sensual slide of Rooster’s Adam’s apple in his throat. The anticipation on Rooster’s face pleased Wheland. He’d never seen that look on any of his lovers before Rooster and that made his cock harden even more. Wheland slid to Rooster’s side, then pushed on Rooster’s hip to turn Rooster onto his side, too. He moved in behind Rooster; rubbing his chest to Rooster’s smooth back. His nose pressed to the soft waves of hair at Rooster’s temple and inhaled the scent of the man that had tipped his world on end. His lips nuzzled the shell of Rooster’s ear and his teeth nipped the fleshy lobe.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Wheland whispered. “I won’t be able to hold back.”

Rooster reached behind him and latched on to Wheland’s thigh. “Why would you do that?” Rooster asked. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

Wheland made a growling sound and lifted Rooster’s leg before wedging himself behind him. A quick angle change of his hips and the head of his cock was pressing against Rooster’s opening. Wheland heard Rooster’s breath hitch and shifted again. He slid his arm under Rooster’s head offering his bicep as a pillow. His hips continued pushing forward, holding the steady pressure of his cock to Rooster’s entrance.

Wheland looped his other arm around Rooster’s chest and held him tight, almost in a hug. A breath later, Wheland breached Rooster’s tight ring of muscle and his cock eased inside. Wheland held still for a bit, then pushed deeper. He could feel Rooster’s inner muscles gripping him and moaned. His mouth sought the skin of Rooster’s neck and sucked causing Rooster to arch in his arms.

“So fucking good,” Wheland said softly. He could feel the pound of Rooster’s heart beneath his palm. “You okay?” Wheland asked.

Rooster nodded and held on to the hand Wheland had on his chest. “Give me more,” Rooster begged. 

Wheland fed another couple of inches into Rooster and once fully seated, Wheland pulled his hips back and slammed back inside. Rooster moaned loudly.

“Okay?” Wheland asked.

“Yeah, more... just like that,” Rooster urged.

Wheland thrust again; the withdrawal dramatically slow, allowing time for every nerve ending inside Rooster to spark to life.

“Christ, this is good,” Rooster said on a long groan. His hand reached to stroke his cock and Wheland pushed it away.

“I’ll be the one to make you come,” Wheland said against Rooster’s neck.

Rooster twisted slightly and looked over his shoulder at Wheland. Their gazes met and held; smoldering and raw, the golden flecks in Rooster’s irises turning his eyes the color of honey. Wheland felt a rush of something powerful wash over him. The fine hairs on his body stood up on end and he swore under his breath. He tipped forward, pumped into Rooster again, and their lips brushed. They shared a breath, moist and hot, and Wheland began moving faster, deep and forceful into Rooster.

“I’m not gonna last,” Rooster warned.

Wheland’s hand latched on to Rooster’s throat and held him close. “Come with me,” he whispered, and covered Rooster’s mouth with his. The slide of tongue matched Wheland’s powerful thrusts, pushing them both closer and closer to the abyss. Everything around Wheland blurred, except for the one perfect connection he had with Rooster. Sweat began to build between them creating a slick glide for Wheland’s movements. He rose up over Rooster, holding his mouth and ass in a frenzied need to own the man writhing beneath him.

He changed his angle again and achieved a deeper penetration that Wheland was certain was rubbing right over Rooster’s gland. Enhanced noises of approval vibrated in Rooster’s throat and spilled into Wheland’s mouth. The next snap of Wheland’s hips had Rooster trembling and Wheland held on to him tighter.

“Holy shit,” Rooster panted. He took hold of his own leg behind the knee; lifting and spreading himself wider and Wheland took full advantage.

“I’m there,” Wheland hissed. His fingers curled around Rooster’s straining cock and stroked in time to his thrusts. He felt Rooster’s balls lift and his cock started pulsing in Wheland’s grip. He knew Rooster was riding the sharp edge of bliss with him. Wheland’s heart was pounding in his ears. His toes curled when the swirl of heat began building at the base of his spine and spread, taking him along with it.

“It’s never felt like this,” Wheland said, almost lightheaded from the euphoria.

“For me either,” Rooster said and arched in Wheland’s arms, and pressed his ass tighter to Wheland.

Wheland heard Rooster’s response and realized what he’d said a beat earlier was out loud and not to himself.
What the fuck is happening to me and why are these sensations so fucking intense?
Wheland closed his eyes and kissed Rooster again.
At least using my tongue to pleasure Rooster will keep me from saying shit out loud!

“Oh, fuck!” Rooster grunted.