Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Colby

T he whole drive home, Colby couldn't stop thinking about that moment earlier with Vince. The thrill he'd felt shoot through him when they were a tangle of mouths and seeking hands right there in the garden shop on Covington Acres…and when his brother had walked in.

He should have been nervous about getting caught, but he hadn't been. It had been exciting having his brother possibly catch them, which was a bit confusing. But then, just like in the bar, it all felt so new, like a part of him he'd never experienced and that he really liked. Everything with Vince was more exciting than it had ever been with anyone else.

Part of him wanted to just come out and say he'd realized he's queer, adopt that as his label and move on, but he knew if he told his family, they would assume he and Vince were a couple. That maybe that's who Colby had been waiting for the whole time. He might not have stuck with the women he'd dated, but they would hope it would be different with Vince, and it would just hurt them and make them more disappointed in him when it wasn't.

A dull ache settled in Colby's chest as he looked over at Vince, who was driving them home in Colby's truck today. He paid close attention to Vince's jawline, the sharper edges to it, and to the lips Colby knew the taste of so thoroughly for the short amount of time they'd been hooking up. The facial hair he kept neatly trimmed around his mouth. The strong arms that reached out and the hands that clutched the steering wheel. The ache in his chest turned to a confused flutter, which made him wonder if he wanted it to be different with Vince. If he wanted Vince to be the one to change something inside him, to make it so Colby Covington knew how to romantically love someone. But then, that was a foolish wish, wasn't it?

Vince didn't want a relationship.

Vince didn't want anything serious.

Vince was maybe still in love with the asshole who hadn't deserved him.

And of course Vince glanced his way just then and noticed Colby looking at him. "What?" he asked, his gaze returning to the road.

What was he supposed to say? That he was analyzing how sexy Vince was? Wishing that if there was a person he could be different with, that it would be Vince, before realizing that Vince would never want more with him? He settled on, "Nothing. Just hoping that when we get home, we can continue where we left off back at the farm."

They hadn't kept messing around after that, had enjoyed their laughter together, the way they always did, before going back to work.

"That can be arranged. But shower first. Then naked playtime," Vince said, and Colby snickered.

"I can handle that."

When they got home, Vince's aunt ended up calling him, so Colby showered alone. Vince was still on the phone when Colby got out, so he got dressed and grabbed some chicken to season while his smoker grill warmed up. He put together a quick salad, wondering if Vince would give him a hard time if they had cereal with dinner, then sat out back while the food cooked. It was halfway done when Vince came out in his backward ball cap, shirtless, in a pair of basketball shorts and slides, clearly having gotten out of the shower.

"Sorry about that." Vince sat in the chair beside him, the trees close to the house giving them shade.

"No worries. I thought about making a bowl of cereal for dinner but figured you'd give me shit." He snickered.

"You like it. You can't pretend you don't."

The thing was, Colby did enjoy it. He liked the way he and Vince took care of each other. The way they were always looking out for each other and working together. "It's torture," Colby lied, and Vince gave him a knowing laugh. "Everything okay with your family?"

"Yeah, all good. We check in every once in a while, is all."

"Do you see each other much?" he asked, not sure if he should have. Maybe it wasn't his place.

"I fly out to see them every few years. I was raised in California but moved to Atlanta for college. That's how I ended up there. My aunt just mentioned we should try to see each other soon, though." He looked at Colby. "You wanna go? We can get some more traveling under your belt. Maybe after the wedding and before apple season is too busy? Not sure if we can squeeze it in then, but if not, maybe after the apples?"

He was struck stupid for a moment, not having expected the invitation. "I can't go to California to see your family with you?" He wasn't sure why that had come out as a question.

"Why not? I go to family dinners and stuff like that with your family all the time."

Which was true, but it felt different. Wouldn't that seem couple-y? Wouldn't that make Vince's aunt and uncle think they were together? But then, if Vince didn't care what it looked like, why should he? Vince and Colby would tell them the truth, and he doubted Vince's family would harass him about being in a relationship the way Colby's would. "Sure." He shrugged.

"It's a date." Vince winked.

They chatted until dinner was done and then sat outside and ate together. Colby liked being outdoors, and Vince did too.

Eventually, they went inside. Colby was at the sink, washing off their dinner plates, when Vince crowded in behind him, his arms around Colby's waist, and began kissing his neck. "So…we still haven't picked up where we left off earlier." He nibbled the skin at the meaty part of Colby's neck, where it met his shoulder.

He dropped his head to the side to give Vince better access. "Mmm. I've been looking forward to it," Colby admitted, but… "I knew I didn't have to rush. We'd get there, and I like talking to you too." Hooking up with Vince…those were always some of the hottest experiences of his life, but damned if he didn't enjoy just being with him equally as much.

Vince's palm splayed against Colby's stomach, pushing his shirt up so he could touch bare skin. "So fucking sweet." Vince nibbled on him again, then kissed him. "I like talking to you too. Probably more than you know."

Colby wondered what that meant, what made him say it, but then Vince was spinning him around so Colby's ass was against the counter. Their mouths pulled together, Vince's tongue immediately delving inside to taste him. Strong arms wrapped around him, and he heard Vince turn the water off while they kissed and rutted together.

Heat pooled in Colby's groin, blood rushing to his cock, making it swell and harden. He grabbed Vince's ass, kneaded the muscular cheeks, and…wondered what it would be like to sink between them, to push his cock into Vince's body, to fuck him and have him that way. It sent another jolt to his groin, making his dick twitch beneath his shorts.

One of Vince's hands sneaked between their bodies, rubbing against the pole between Colby's legs. "Ooh, look what you brought me, babe. This is for me, right?"

Colby chuckled and tugged on Vince's bottom lip with his teeth. "You know it is. But I also…" He pushed his hand beneath Vince's shorts and palmed one of his ass cheeks. "I wondered if…" Colby teased Vince's crack with his finger. "If I could fuck you. Do you like that? Is it something you do?"

He swore he felt Vince tremble in his arms. "Fuck yes, I like it. I love to be fucked, and I'd definitely love to take a ride on that thick fucking cock of yours."

This time it was Colby's turn to shake in anticipation. A wave of lust washed through his body, and he grabbed Vince's hand, pulling his friend to their bedroom—shit, Colby's bedroom. While yes, they slept together most nights, that didn't mean they shared a room. That was something people in relationships did, not two guys who were the best of friends and liked sharing orgasms on the side.

They stumbled into Colby's room, their mouths colliding again. Colby explored Vince's mouth, hands roaming up and down Vince's body like he was mapping out every inch of Vince's skin. He wanted it all, to taste and touch it and claim the landscape of his body and for Vince to do the same to him.

They ate at each other's mouths while Colby shoved Vince's shorts down. He felt Vince move his legs to work them down and kick out of them, leaving his friend completely bare for him. Colby grabbed his ass again, squeezed it and played with it, Vince pulling them closer and undulating his hips so he rubbed himself off on Colby.

"Clothes," he mumbled into Vince's mouth, pulling apart so he could tug his shirt over his head. Vince pulled Colby's shorts down too, their cocks kissing, the shafts straining and leaking with their need for each other.

"You're so sexy." Colby looked down at them together, at the contrast of the two of them—Vince thicker than him, veinier, his skin darker and so fucking beautiful.

"So are you. I want to bite these nips." He pinched Colby's nipples, making him grin.

Colby leaned forward, licking Vince's collarbone, then down his body with kisses and tastes of salty skin until he was kneeling in front of Vince's delicious cock.

He liked sucking dick. Liked it a lot. At least, he liked sucking Vince's.

He looked up, saw Vince's brown eyes peering down at him. Vince grabbed the base of his shaft. "Kiss it."

"Fuck yes." Colby did as Vince said, pressing his lips to the head, a burst of precum on his tongue when he licked it from his own lips.

He loved that Vince treated him the way he would any other lover—at least, Colby assumed he did. Even though Vince was Colby's first and only man, he didn't constantly question Colby during sex. Now that they'd gotten used to being with each other, he figured Vince knew that if Colby didn't like something or didn't want to do something, he would tell Vince.

And he would.

He could tell Vince anything.

You could tell him about yourself, that there's something wrong with you and you're not like others.

Colby shook that thought from his head.

"Suck it a little before you fuck me. I can't wait to give you my hole, baby. Been dying to know what it would feel like to be stretched out by you."

Want sizzled beneath Colby's skin. "Been dying to know what it's like to be inside you too." With that, he took Vince's cock into his mouth, savored the taste of salt on his skin while bobbing his head.

He used his hand to help stroke while he sucked Vince off. He still didn't take Vince as deep as Vince could take him, but damned if he didn't try, if he didn't want to be the best damn man at sucking Vince's dick that he'd ever had. He would go down trying.

He pulled off to suck Vince's balls the way he'd learned his friend liked, tasting them, licking them, pulling in the scent of Vince's soap from his shower and the natural musk from his skin.

Then…then he swallowed Vince's cock again. Hands tangled in his hair, Vince's breaths were choppy between his "Fuck yes," and "So good," and "You're so fucking hot down there, mouth full of my cock."

Vince thrust his hips slightly but never gave Colby too much, and when he felt Vince's thighs tighten, he knew what was coming. Vince pulled back, Colby scrambling forward for more dick as Vince chuckled. "We keep going that way, and I'm not going to get to come with your dick in my ass."

"We wouldn't want that."

"No. We wouldn't," Vince agreed.

They scrambled onto the bed, Vince on his back while Colby knelt beside him, grabbing a condom and lube from his nightstand. He tossed the rubber onto the bed.

"Have you ever done this before?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, a few times, though obviously with a woman. I figure a lot of it is the same. Opening you up, using lube, and making you come." He winked.

"Yeah, but you get to play with my prostate too. I want to feel you hitting that just right."

Colby had heard about how good your prostate could make you feel, and he wanted nothing more than to give Vince every good sensation he could, to make him come apart with how much pleasure Colby gave him. "Your prostate. Got it. I want you to come so hard, you don't ever have another orgasm without comparing it to me."

Vince grinned, that bright, happy fucking smile of his that made Colby feel more important than he'd ever felt in his life. "Babe…I'm pretty sure that's already the case."

Colby's heart stumbled in a way he wasn't familiar with, then picked itself up again and started to run, fast, almost too fast…making him feel… different .

He didn't have much time to think about it because Vince's hand grabbed the back of his head and tugged him down into another kiss. It cleared Colby's brain of any thought other than the feel of Vince and the fact that he could soon be inside him.

"Need you," he admitted against Vince's mouth, then sat up, grabbed the lube, and slicked his fingers.

Vince rolled onto his stomach. "I have a great ass. I don't want to deny you the view." He spread his muscular thighs. Colby's dick twitched. Holy shit, he hoped this didn't end too soon. His cock ached, balls fuller than they'd ever been.

Colby straddled Vince's leg, pressing his finger between Vince's cheeks. He felt hair there, much like he had himself, while he sought out the tight ring Vince was giving him. Leaning down, Colby kissed the top of Vince's spine as he pushed one finger into the hot, tight suction of Vince's body.

"Fuck yessss," they said together, and that made something weird inside Colby's chest twitch again.

He ignored it, working his finger in and out of Vince's body, kissing, licking, and gently biting at his shoulders, his neck, then down his back and back up again.

"You're so tight," Colby told him.

"Give me two fingers. Get me ready for your cock." Vince pushed up some so he was on his knees and forearms, his ass in the air. All that nakedness, all his flawless brown skin, hard muscles, and masculine body made another shot of lust dart through Colby. Vince was…Vince was the sexiest man he'd ever seen, the sexiest person. Sex had always been one of his favorite things. He had a good time when he was with someone, but being with Vince was next-level shit. Their friendship made his pleasure that much stronger.

Vince pumped lube into his hand, then reached down and started stroking himself. Colby couldn't move for a moment, just enjoyed the show until Vince turned to him, cocking a brow like, you joining me here or what?

"Shit. Sorry. I'm usually better at this." He lubed himself more too, then pushed two fingers inside Vince's eager body.

"You feel really fucking good at it already."

Colby moved his fingers around, twisting them, fucking Vince with them. "What am I looking for?"

"Curl your fingers some. It's a soft spot about two inches in."

He wondered if he should feel embarrassed having to ask questions like that, but he didn't with Vince. He was too comfortable with his friend for that.

Colby did as Vince said, curling his fingers, rubbing, and—Vince twitched. "There we go. You found it."

Colby massaged the soft spot again, felt the reaction in Vince's body when he did, heard the sharper intake of breath that went straight to his own aching erection.

He kept going that way, rubbing his prostate and fucking Vince with his fingers while the other man jerked himself off. Vince's muscles started to shake with need, and he was pushing back, fucking himself on Colby's fingers.

"Christ. Get that cock inside me, babe. I fucking need it."

Well, it wasn't as if Colby was going to argue with that.

He pulled out, watched Vince's hole close some but staying open for him too. Colby grabbed the condom wrapper, ripping it open, then slathering his dick with more lube.

"I want you to fuck me like this from behind. Pound me, babe. Make me feel it tomorrow, so every time I move, I'll remember what it was like to be taken by you."

Colby grabbed Vince's hips, squeezing tightly, fingers digging in. That was…hell, that was maybe the hottest thing he'd ever heard in his life. "You're bossy, aren't you?" He settled on teasing Vince rather than saying he might blow his load the second he got inside him.

Vince looked at him over his shoulder. "Did you expect something else?"

Colby chuckled. "No, I didn't." And he loved every second of it.

"I'm vers, but one of my favorite things is to top from the bottom. Fuck me, babe."

"Yes, sir," he replied playfully, but really, he would get down on his hands and knees and beg for Vince's ass if he had to.

On his knees behind Vince, Colby held the base of his cock, pushing forward. He watched Vince's tight hole spread for him, open up, stretch to take him. It made Colby dizzy with lust, made him sway like he might faint.

"Goddamn it, Vince. This is so hot. Seeing you take me this way."

"I'm not just taking you. I'm dying for it. Fingered my ass thinking of you, wanting it to be you. Give me that dick. Don't make me wait any longer."

Colby pushed forward more as inch by inch he disappeared inside Vince's body, until he was buried to the hilt. He hardly had a chance to register what was happening before Vince moved forward until only the head of Colby's dick was inside him, then pushed back again, hard and fast.

"Oh fuck. Do that again." He forced himself to stay still while Vince used his cock as a toy, fucking himself on it, pulling off, then pushing back, over and over, the tight glove of his ass like heaven around his dick.

"I could make myself come this way, just use your cock like it's there to bring me pleasure."

Colby's hold on him tightened. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, hoping this didn't end too soon, but missed the view. He opened them and watched Vince, saw Vince move on his cock, letting it disappear inside him before pulling off. It was the sexiest thing Colby had ever seen.

"You love this, don't you? Love fucking yourself on me. Love taking control even though I'm the one inside you." It was a new experience for him, one he was thoroughly enjoying.

"Hell yes." He kept seesawing backward and forward, Colby's hips moving slightly, the tight squeeze of Vince's ass feeling amazing on his cock.

"Need to move," he said, taking over and slamming into Vince, his groin slapping against Vince's ass. His thighs burned, and he hoped his fingers didn't dig too hard into Vince's hips, but the man didn't ask him to stop.

Sweat beaded on Vince's back. It was sexier than Colby thought something like that would be.

His balls tightened, and he teetered on the edge, so close to careening off the cliff and into his orgasm, but he needed to make Vince come.

Colby pumped his hips harder, moved faster, made the bed hit the wall, caused an earthquake for all he knew. The noises Vince was making were getting louder and louder, strings of curses and Colby's name like he was praying to him.

"Right there. Fuck, you're going to make me come." Vince wrapped a fist around his cock, stroking fast, in tandem with Colby's thrusts. His back arched, ass tightened, a deep groaning falling from his lips as he shot his release on the bed.

"Me too. Goddamn, me too." Pleasure swept him under, made him feel like he was floating and spiraling and cracking apart all at the same time. His dick twitched inside Vince, balls high and tight, body spasming as he filled the condom with his cum.

"That was…the best sex I've ever had." He pulled out, wanted to collapse into a heap, but got rid of the condom first. Vince didn't seem to care about the mess, lying down. If he wasn't going to complain, Colby wouldn't either.

It was kinda hot.