Safe in His Arms (5 page)

Lon snickered and let up a bit. Casey had asked for fingers and mouth at the same time, so if he was that close to the edge, then maybe Lon should get moving on that request. The bottle of lube was in the drawer next to the bed, and he upended it, squeezing a good-size amount onto his fingers.

“Has someone done this to you before?” Lon asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Huh?”

“Have you been penetrated before? Do you know what to expect?”

Confusion cleared from Casey’s brow. “Oh, yeah. Go for it. You’re not in bed with a virgin.”

And somewhere in the recess of his mind, Lon found the presence to thank some God for that, before pressing a firm finger back to Casey’s entrance. Casey pulled one leg up, making plenty of room for Lon to work with, so he tried for two digits. Casey keened at a pitch that only dogs could hear and threw his head back. Working the lube inside with his two fingers, Lon leaned forward to fulfill the second part of his promise. He opened his mouth and engulfed Casey’s cock down.

Casey was so aroused that Lon only needed to lie still while the younger man jerked himself to climax, as with every thrust of his skinny hips he buried himself in the warmth of Lon’s mouth, then speared himself down on his fingers with every retreat.

Five thrusts and he was coming, spurting up into Lon’s mouth with delight and still riding the wave of pleasure as his channel squeezed around Lon’s fingers.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh.”

Lon swallowed. It wasn’t his most favorite thing to do in life, but he liked it when guys did it to him. And in his philosophy, what goes around, comes around. He allowed Casey’s limp cock to fall back on his stomach with a wet plop, but kept his fingers firmly in his arse, feeling the last of those tremors and contractions. They were his reward. Even if Casey decided that that was it for the night and left Lon with blue balls, then at least Lon had this reward.

Finally he withdrew and reached for the nearby towel. It was rough and mostly clean, so he used it to wipe up his wet chin and slippery fingers before swiping at Casey’s dampness on his dick and stomach.

“Oh, my God, Lon. You’re fantastic. Can I put you in a bottle and carry you around with me?”

Lon chuckled. “If I was small enough to fit in a bottle, how small do you think the important parts of me would be? The parts that you like, such as my big fingers and my impressive mouth?”

Casey nodded in agreement, all seriousness on his face. “True. Those are very important parts. You’re right. I need you full-size. You’re perfect the exact size you are now.”

“Like this?” Lon sat back against the pillows and palmed his erection, which was still patiently waiting its turn. Casey rolled to his stomach, which put his face directly in front of the towering shaft. Thankfully Casey was in the mood for reciprocation. He reached out and grasped Lon’s cock in his hand.

“Oh, yes. This is exactly the right size. I’ve been waiting all day to play with this baby, so I hope he enjoys it.”

Even sloppy blow jobs were enjoyable, Lon thought but didn’t bother to verbalize. He lay back, rested his hand on the back of Casey’s head, and allowed him to explore at will. The guy wasn’t shy about investigation, and he fingered Lon’s scrotum and palmed his balls while gliding his hand up and down the shaft.

“Do you want some lube?” Lon asked, thinking that Casey just wanted to use his hand.

“No.” He pulled back the foreskin on Lon’s cock, uncovered the head, and placed it in his mouth. He licked and applied light suction, using both hands to surround the rest of the penis that couldn’t make it into the waiting wetness. He bobbed, creating an immediate rhythm that was familiar and exciting.

Lon touched the smooth skin of Casey’s back where he was kneeling over Lon’s lap. The guy was simply beautiful—all creamy skin—sexy, responsive, and eager. His arse was stuck up in the air, and Lon didn’t know where to look—at the mouth devouring his cock or the globes of the cute butt. And playing with that butt was definitely on Lon’s to-do list.

While Casey created the sensation he needed, Lon reached over and fingered the arse crack he could reach but not see. Casey hummed and moaned around the flesh in his mouth, bringing Lon closer to climax, so he did it again, this time sliding a finger back inside that hot hole. Yeah—that hole was definitely hot, and Casey increased the speed of his work.

“Fuck, you have a nice arse, Casey. I don’t know if I want my fingers or my dick up there more.”

All too soon for his liking, Lon’s climax was on him. His balls drew up tight and he came in a sudden rush, tightening his fingers in Casey’s hair and pushing him down for a second. Thankfully he realized what he was doing before he could choke the poor guy. Dead twinks in bed did not make a good impression on the cops.

“Shit. Sorry, mate.”

Casey was swallowing madly as he came up, but he smiled. “No harm, no foul.”

They put the towel to good use again, and then Lon settled down on the bed. Casey curled up beside him in his allotted third of the space and cuddled with his head on Lon’s outstretched arm.

“Is this okay?” Casey asked softly.

“Mmm,” Lon replied sleepily. Alcohol plus ejaculation plus a nice soft bed meant sleep was approaching rapidly. Before he fell asleep, he reached over and flicked the lights off. The covers weren’t within grasping distance, so he pulled Casey closer to him for warmth. The heavy breathing coming from that direction confirmed that Casey had dropped off just as quickly as he was about to.

As sleep came Lon wondered how long it had been since the guy had had a decent night’s sleep.

Chapter 4

C
ASEY
AWOKE
to the smell of bacon frying. He felt well rested. When he stretched and rolled over, he discovered that Lon had already risen. It sounded like he was on the phone.

“Yeah. Sure, what time? Fuck off—not that early, you dickhead. No. How about ten? Because I have a cute twink in my bed that I need to take care of before I come and meet you.” He gave a sexy laugh as he listened to whatever the person on the other end of the phone said. “No, not like that, although that sounds great. I was meaning I need to cook him breakfast, you wanker. Don’t you do nice things for guys that sleep over? No? Well, no wonder you don’t get laid very often.”

Lon glanced over, saw that Casey was awake, and gave him a sweet smile. That might’ve sounded stupid—a sweet smile on Lon’s rough, tough, bear face—but Casey was rapidly realizing that the exterior didn’t match the interior on this guy.

Lon stirred whatever he was cooking and rolled his eyes at what his friend was telling him. “No. You can just go and fuck yourself. I’m not sharing my twink, and that’s final.” He paused to listen for a moment before smiling. “And no, I’m not giving my twink your number. Shit, mate! I like to remain friends with those I screw and he’d be crossing me off his Christmas card list if he ever had you fuck him. How embarrassing! I’ve heard you’re a total dunce in bed. Sure, sure. You and whose army? Now go and practice sucking on a dildo or something, and I’ll see you at ten, okay? Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”

Lon unceremoniously chucked the phone on top of the nearby table and turned to Casey with a wide grin. “Good morning, merry sunshine. How do you like your eggs?”

Casey sat up and scratched at the peach fuzz that tried to come through on his face every night. “You’re cooking me eggs?” No one had ever bothered to do that for him before.

“Yep. And bacon and toast if you want them. Are you a vegetarian?”

Casey smirked at the sight of a naked Lon cooking for him, and stared at his cock resting closer to the caravan stove than he would like. “No. I definitely like my meat.”

Lon laughed and the sound boomed from his large, hairy chest as he picked up the pan and shook it. Once the bacon was satisfactorily cooking again, he turned to Casey with an exaggerated leer. “You like cock, then, boy? You want some of this?” He swiveled his hips around and made his cock bounce back and forth on his meaty thighs.

Casey dissolved into giggles. “Oh, man. That’s like the most unsexiest thing I’ve seen!”

“What about this, then?” Lon asked, presenting his back to Casey and putting his hands on his hips. He then stuck out his butt and wriggled it like a belly dancer, making the globes of his arse shiver and shake. Casey hooted and fell back on the pillows, clutching his sides. So Lon struck a third pose, placing one arm on the cabinet above his head and tilting his hips up and down in a decent impression of a slow twerk. His cock bobbed with the movement and Casey grabbed his stomach with laughter and nearly fell off the bed.

“Oh, stop. Please. No more. Or at least let me get my phone and film it if you’re going to do something like that!”

Lon laughed along with him and reached over to pull the sheets off Casey’s naked body so he could swat his bare butt. “Oi! Be polite to your elders, boy. Now stop lolling around in bed and come and wash your hands for breakfast.”

He obediently slipped out of bed but had to maneuver around Lon’s naked body to get to the sink. “I think I like this,” he chuckled. “Naked breakfast with a naked hunk.”

A feral grin split Lon’s face. “Just be glad I didn’t offer you sausages with your eggs. Think on how funny that would be.”

Casey had to admit to himself that he’d never had breakfast naked before and definitely not naked breakfast with a guy he’d slept with the night before. Lon seemed comfortable in his bare (bear?) skin, whereas Casey squirmed a little at the sensations—the rough fabric against his butt, the need to
think
of where he should put his dick (on his thigh, between his thighs, somewhere else?), to spread his legs, close his legs—the list was endless. But best of all was the visual of seeing Lon.

“So what have you got planned for today?” Lon asked Casey as he cut up his egg.

“Umm, nothing much. I was thinking of going to see about getting a job.”

He didn’t tell Lon, but in the middle of the night, the decision to get back into therapy had solidified in his mind. He didn’t know if he needed it, but that’s what therapy was for. How many people were crazy and didn’t realize it? A new therapist would also help him decide if his attraction to Lon was real or simply a result of what he’d endured.

Unfortunately a change of address and moving to the other side of the country meant that the government would no longer be paying for these therapy sessions. A therapist would need to be paid, and Casey didn’t have a job.

Lon was encouraging about looking for work. “Yeah? That sounds good. What do you want to do? What sort of job?”

That was a little harder to answer. “I don’t know. I’ve never… to tell you the truth I’ve never actually had a job before. I had some trouble after high school, you know? Some problems with my headspace and stuff, so I couldn’t ever get a job because nobody wanted to take a chance on me. I was hoping that the move across to Perth from Sydney would help with that.”

Lon looked at him sympathetically, but with also a bit of worry. “You mean you were into drugs?”

“No!” Casey shook his head emphatically, then tried to tell Lon about it without telling him about
it
. “No. I mean I was… a victim.” He swallowed. He really hated that word. “I was a victim of… a crime and I used to have anxiety attacks and depression and all. I was too busy dealing with getting out of bed every morning to be thinking about holding down a job.”

A troubled look passed over Lon’s face. “Do you mean you were mugged? Is that why you have trouble sleeping?”

“No. Not mugged. Hit. And something else. I…. The man who did it is in jail, so most of the time I can deal with the anxiety and fear. But then last week…. Shit. Last week I heard that he’s appealed his sentence. He still wouldn’t be out for a couple of years if he wins his appeal, but it shook me up some. The nightmares came back. So I just wanted to say thanks for the bed. It’s really helped.”

“Sure. It’s not a problem, mate. Anytime.”

Silence fell as they attacked their meals again. Then Lon asked, “So do you have any qualifications?”

“No. Nothing.”

“Have you thought about going back to school, then? You could go and check out the local TAFE and see if they have any classes starting soon? A technical college diploma would help you.”

Casey chewed and thought about this. He had no idea what direction he wanted his life to go in. Sometimes living and surviving were the only things he thought about. “When would classes start?”

Lon used his toast to mop up some of the egg yolk. “Probably February. You’d have to pay up front, so you’d need to save. With Christmas coming up, you could probably get some sort of casual job in a store or something.”

They chatted about job options and how to go about getting one. Lon described where the local library was, where Casey could go and use the computers, and also where the nearest employment agency was located. Lon washed the dishes, and Casey dried as they switched the conversation to Lon.

“So what are you doing today?”

“I’m going to the gym to meet up with a buddy.”