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Authors: Riley Hart

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BOOK: Shifting Gears (Crossroads Series Book 2)
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“Come here!”

“No, you come here. I went to the store for you. The least you can do is walk out here to get it.”

Great. Of course. Leave it to Landon to fuck up his Rod’s display. “You’re going to want to come in here. At least, you better want to come in here. I have a surprise that’s probably no longer a surprise.” He heard the rustling of a bag before Landon’s heavy steps sounded down the hall. It was only a few seconds later that Landon stood in the doorway of their bedroom, gripping the frame tightly with one hand. “I want to play. Will you play with me?” Rod stroked his hard shaft, as Landon practically growled at him.

He didn’t wait for Landon to respond before he rolled over. As though all he had to do was snap his fingers for the man to appear beside him, Landon was suddenly right there, standing beside their bed. He ran his hand down Rod’s back, circled the dip at the base of his spine before he finished the journey down his ass. Rod trembled in response to Landon’s gentle touch, coupled with the calluses on his fingers.

“You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”

Rod looked over his shoulder at Landon and grinned. “I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure that out. You really scored with me.”

Landon playfully rolled his eyes. “So fucking cocky. I guess I better hurry up and serve his majesty so he keeps me around.”

“Oh. I like that. Maybe we should use His Majesty instead of Hot Rod.”

“You’re crazy.”

“So you’ve told me.”

“Be quiet so I can take off my clothes and play with you.”

That Rod could do. He watched as Landon kicked out of his shoes. He went for his pants next, pulling the faded jeans down his muscular legs. His long, thick cock sprung free and Rod almost said fuck the toys and just asked for Landon’s dick in his ass instead. They’d get to that later, though. There was nothing wrong with playing a bit first.

“Put a pillow under you. I want your ass is a little higher, but don’t want you to be on your hands and knees for too long.”

“This gonna take a while?” Rod cocked a brow at him.

“If I’m going to play, I’m going to play right.”

“You always play right.”

Landon smiled down at him, then cupped his cheek. “I love you.”

He still wasn’t used to hearing those words. Landon said them often and there wasn’t a part of Rod that doubted them, but he figured years of doubting himself couldn’t be wiped away in just a few months. He was working on making sure he consistently felt worthy of Landon’s love and that wasn’t something Landon could give him. It was something Rod had to give himself. “I love you too.”

He shoved a pillow under himself the way Landon told him to and then waited for him to do his thing. He didn’t have to wait very long.

Landon kneeled between his spread legs. He started out by peppering kisses along Rod’s ass, rubbing the globes as he did so. Already he wanted to thrust, to rub his erection against the pillow for the delicious friction it would give.

Landon’s tongue started at the base of his spine, and then he ran it down the length of Rod’s crack. “Oh fuck,” he gasped out as he pushed forward just a little, feeling the fabric rub against his cock.

“Such a pretty ass. I love that it’s mine,” Landon said before tracing his tongue back up Rod’s crack. “Now I get to decide what I want to do with it first.”

Sex had always been this strange struggle for Rod. He loved it, craved it…but he’d used it as well. Used it to feel, but it was so damn different to be with someone you loved. To know there was more behind it than orgasms. It was almost as though he got to rediscover sex all over again with Landon. Or he guessed, now he was learning the difference between just sex, and making love. They could still get down and dirty, still fuck, still play, only now, it was about love.

“Do something.” Rod wiggled his ass and Landon chuckled.

“Always so impatient. I’m going to start with the beads. I’ve always wanted to watch them slide out of your ass.”

Rod trembled in anticipation. He heard the lube open and squirt before what felt like two of Landon’s fingers probed his hole. He groaned, loving the feel of Landon and again he considered forgetting the play, just to have Landon.

It was only a couple seconds later that Landon’s fingers were gone. He heard the lube again, and on reflex, Rod spread his legs more and lifted his ass higher in open invitation.

“Such a pretty fucking hole.” Landon rubbed his thumb against Rod’s sensitive anus and then he felt the first bead pop inside. They ranged from half an inch to an inch and a half, the sizes staggered, six beads attached with a couple inches between each.

“I’ve never done this,” Landon whispered as Rod felt the second bead pop inside of him. He could tell by the way it felt that it was one of the bigger ones.

“Never?” Rod closed his eyes, pushing his ass back farther. Landon’s other hand came to rest on the cheek of his ass.

“No. Just you. It’s so fucking sexy watching them slide into you.”

There was a slight stretch and then another bead popped inside. Then another, and another, the last one stretching him more than any of the ones before it. He started to feel full. It was fucking amazing, even more incredible because when he opened his eyes, he got to see that it was Landon doing it.

“You good?” Landon asked before he leaned over and kissed Rod’s ass. He was better than good. He was perfect.

“Yeah. Getting full but you can keep going. I can take them all.”

Landon nodded at him, before he pushed another bead inside Rod’s ass. They were heavy, and so fucking good. Landon’s brows were pulled together, his eyes intense as he watched his work, watched himself filling Rod’s ass. “I like watching you,” Rod told him.

“I like your eyes on me. I like watching you, too.”

There was a burn and stretching before Landon inserted the last bead inside him. “Oh fuck,” Rod groaned out, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “Pull them out slowly. Christ, this is so fucking good.”

***

Landon’s dick was angry at him. It wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck with it…but he liked this too. He more than liked it. He’d always been up for this kind of thing, but he hadn’t thought he would get the pleasure out of it he did. His balls ached. Pre-come dripped from him.

Yeah, this was good for him too.

He began pulling, watched Rod’s pink hole stretch and then a black bead pulled free. “I like watching it stretch you, seeing you let it go.”

Rod was moving now, gentle thrusts as he no doubt rubbed his dick against the pillow.

“I love how it feels.”

Landon got the sudden urge to feel it himself. Maybe one day Rod could try this on him… Though Rod was the ass man, he had fucked Landon a couple times by now.

He tugged slowly and watched Rod open, watched the next bead and then the next as they popped out of his tight pucker.

He rubbed Rod’s ass as he pulled them free. Watched him shudder and listened to his gasp. Jesus, he loved this man.

Deciding to switch things up, he inserted the bead that just came out, and then pulled it free again. Rod moved faster now, moaned louder.

One by one he popped each of the beads free. Watched Rod stretch and give them to him. His dick was fucking twitching.

“Jesus, that was beautiful. Why did it take so long for us to do that?”

“I don’t know. I also don’t know how long I’m going to last with the next one.”

Landon winked at him. “We’ll figure it out.” He picked up the black, curved, vibrating plug and prostate stimulator. He squirted a little lube on it, before positioning it at Rod’s hole.

He didn’t turn it on at first, just watched it disappear inch-by-inch as he inserted it into Rod’s ass.

Rod’s fingers were clutching one of their pillows, his hips moving as short, quick breaths fell from his lips.

Landon wanted to make this last…but he also wanted to see Rod lose it too.

“More,” Rod rushed out and Landon pushed it all the way inside before turning it on. “Oh fuck!” Rod cursed. Landon moved the stimulator, rubbing Rod’s prostate. His hips were jackhammering against the pillow now and Landon knew it wouldn’t take him long to explode.

“Oh God, Landon. I’m not going to last.”

“Then don’t,” Landon told him as he rubbed what he knew was an aching spot inside of Rod.

The man thrust, his thighs shook and then he called out as he no doubt spilled his seed all over the bed. He kept pumping against the bed, as he reached back, grabbing for Landon’s wrist.

It was so fucking beautiful, Landon felt his own orgasm creeping up on him.

“Finish…I want you to finish too,” Rod gritted out, his voice heavy with post-orgasm bliss. Landon pulled the toy out and lay on top of Rod. He didn’t even have to fuck him. His balls were already heavy and tight. He rubbed his cock up and down the crack of Rod’s ass, letting it cradle him. It was less than ten thrusts later that his nuts let go, come jutting out of him and pooling in the small of Rod’s back.

Landon fell on top of him; their deep, heavy breaths mixed. Landon kissed the back of his neck, his cheek, ran a hand through Rod’s hair. He couldn’t stop touching him.

“I love you,” Rod said softly.

“I love you too….and I can’t fucking wait to do that again.”

 

 

A HUNDRED THOUSAND WORDS

Riley Hart writing as Nyrae Dawn, available now.

CHAPTER ONE

It was my best friend’s older brother who made me realize I’m gay. Sure, I’d wondered before. I mean, a part of me had to have known, but it was Levi who made me admit it to myself. Or rather, it was the fact that when I really started jerking off on the regular, it was to thoughts of him. It didn’t matter that he was an asshole—a straight-as-straight-could-be asshole—he was the star player in a whole hell of a lot of my fantasies growing up.

But then I went away for college and made all of those fantasies and more come true. Not with Levi because of the whole being a straight asshole thing, but once I was out of Coburn, the small town in Oregon where I grew up, I didn’t need to pine after the guy I’d never have. I was in San Francisco for fuck’s sake. Home had a shortage of gay guys to choose from, but San Francisco was an all-you-could-eat buffet.

Now it’s winter break and I’m home from college, so of course the Levi-factor is in effect again. His family is throwing a holiday party and I’m sitting on their living room couch watching Levi do what he does best: charming a group of women. He must be telling some kind of joke or something because they’re laughing and smiling, all eyes pinned on him. He was always the golden child—straight A’s in school, popular, good at sports. Maybe that’s why I wanted him so much. He was everything I wasn’t. Not that I want to be those things, because I don’t, but on him they’re sexy as hell.

He flashes a smile at his admirers that gives me a tingle in my balls. Groaning, I try to look away but can’t. He’s always had this magnetic energy that sucks me in.

His hickory-brown hair has grown out since I saw him last. It’s hanging in his face, almost blocking his dark eyes. When he grins, big and bright, his thin lips stretched wide, the group does the same. It’s like when someone yawns and you’re powerless not to yawn yourself. Sometimes it’s as though he lends you some of his confidence, or at least I tell myself that. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who feels that way as everyone looks at him like he’s teaching them to hang the moon. But then he has to go overboard when he puts his arms out, flexing his biceps. That’s when I roll my eyes and look away.

“What a fucking idiot.” My best friend Chris sits next to me on the couch. We met in fifth grade and we’ve been tight ever since. I was the quiet kid before I met Chris. Take after my dad that way, I guess, but Chris pulled me out of my shell.

We were always doing something stupid when we were kids. Nothing too outrageous: got caught drinking and smoking a few times, missing curfew. He stole two Playboy magazines for us to jack off to, which was when I first realized there was something different between the two of us. Naked girls and tits did nothing for me. I pretended to come as hard as he told me he did, and then a few months later, I was forgoing the magazines in favor of mental images of his brother.

“Eh,” I reply, because talking about Levi with Chris never goes well. He’s always had issues with his brother.

“Watch them, though—women eat him up. I don’t fucking get it. I swear to God if Gemma falls for him I’m going to beat his ass.”

Laughing, I look at Chris. His hair’s the same shade of brown as Levi’s but it’s shorter. Chris has always had this jealousy thing with his brother, which I guess is probably normal. I don’t have siblings so I wouldn’t know. His concerns aren’t too farfetched, though. Every girl who spends more than five minutes with Levi ends up falling for him. I can see why Chris would be jealous, especially because Chris had been in love with some of them. Or at least, he’d wanted to screw them. There was one girl in particular who Chris had been into. They’d fucked around a few times and the next thing we knew, Levi was taking her out. Chris hasn’t forgiven him for that one.

“I’m sure your girl isn’t going to fall for your brother.” If I don’t change the subject, he’ll go off on all the ways he can’t stand Levi, and I’ll want to stab my eardrums so I don’t have to hear it all for the millionth time. Nudging him, I say, “It’s kind of good to be home for winter break. I missed this.”

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