20 Ford

Ford

I didn’t take him to bed after I blew him, even though that was what I wanted to do.

I wanted nothing more than to strip down with him, crawl between the cold sheets, and wrap myself around him.

Instead, I poured us coffee… because we couldn’t let coffee go to waste, especially when we happened to be running low. It wasn’t like we could run to the nearest store and pick some up. Hell, I wasn’t even sure where the closest store was.

When I handed the full mug to Austin, he got a wild look in his eyes that had my heart skipping a beat.

“I have an idea,” he said, sounding excited. “Meet me out front.”

“What about clothes?” I asked. He had his boxers on again, but that and a t-shirt meant he wasn’t wearing much. Certainly not enough to go outside where it was just skirting freezing temperatures. Not that I had room to talk.

“Hold on,” I said, because this wasn’t going to do. “More clothes, and then we’ll go outside.”

I had to admit, I was dying to know what was going on in that head of his.

“Three minutes,” he said, setting down the mug and dashing out of the room.

I hurried to do the same. He beat me upstairs, but only because I let him. No sense in fighting, and then one of us goes tumbling down and ends up with a broken neck. Plus, this way I had a nice view of his ass and legs.

In my room, my eyes automatically landed on the sweater I hadn’t worn yet. I couldn’t even stop the stupid smile from spreading across my face. I put on the ugly fucking sweater, knowing he’d laugh at me the moment he saw me in it. I was convinced that was the reason he’d snatched it out of my hand at the thrift shop and bought it.

When I saw him dart past my doorway in the direction of the stairs, I let him go ahead. I took a minute to appreciate what I had in my life, despite all the things that were hanging like a noose around my neck.

If I didn’t have Austin, I wasn’t sure if I would have made it this far. Not just because he helped look out for my ass, but because he kept me grounded most of the time. Even when he was telling me shit was off limits and walking around like he couldn’t stand to be on the same planet as me, he helped keep me from losing my shit.

When I finally made it outside, I found him in the bed of the stolen truck, blankets and throw pillows everywhere. He was sitting there, leaning against the side like he was waiting for me.

When he noticed what I was wearing, his head fell back and he let out a laugh so loud it echoed all around us.

“It’s awful,” he said, still laughing, though it was more contained this time.

“I know,” I said with a flat look.

“I like it,” he said with a small smile that lifted up higher on one side.

I tried not to shake my head as I crawled into the cab and sat beside him, moving the pillows so it wasn’t so hard on my back. He held out my mug for me once I was settled. The lazy smile he wore had a hint of uncertainty behind it.

We talked about anything that did not have to do with his family and his father. Like how this place felt like the only home he had, and how he rarely stayed at his apartment in Atlanta, even though he lived in the city most of the time.

I made it my goal to show him that he could be someone without thinking about the connection to his family. I needed him to see that I wanted to get to know the person he was, not the horrific story he was attached to.

And every little tidbit he gave me, I’d treasure forever. I hoped he knew how much it meant to me.

He asked me questions. Which I answered easily because I didn’t have anything to hide, and I think he knew that long before now.

Our mugs became empty, but neither of us seemed eager to get up. Eventually, we ended up on our backs looking up at the sky, nearly suffocated by four thick blankets to keep warm.

When his hand brushed against the back of mine, it was only a second later that he was tangling his fingers with mine.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, refusing to look at me, and I wondered if I would have been able to see pink tinting his cheeks if there had been more light.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, giving his hand a squeeze.

I was in my forties. There was no reason for me to feel this fluttery in my stomach. No reason for me to feel like this was the breath of fresh air I’d been waiting for. No excuse I could think of to explain why I was thrown back into my teenage years.

And the thing was, I didn’t hate it.

By the time we crawled into his bed and he curled up with his head on my chest, the sun was coming up. But it didn’t matter, since it wasn’t like we had things to do or places to be.

We were naked, his insistence because “skin-on-skin is the best way to warm our frozen bodies.”

Who was I to argue with that?

I pulled him closer, held him tighter. He tossed an arm and a leg over me, holding me back just as tightly. Inch by inch, my body began to relax.

This could almost be considered a vacation, you know, if my life weren’t in danger and I wasn’t running from the FBI. The sad thing was, this would have been the first vacation I’d taken in years… if it was that.

Maybe I owed myself one. A long vacation on an island with lots of visible skin and warmth and drinks. And Austin. He’d be the only distraction I’d let come along. Just the thought of him in a pair of tight swim bottoms nearly sent me right into dirty fantasy territory.

“What is going through your mind right now?” he asked as he hiked his leg up, his thigh softly brushing over my semi-hard cock, making more blood rush to fill it.

I let out a short chuckle.

“A vacation on an island,” I answered, keeping my eyes closed as I let the images continue to play in my head.

“Is it the vacation part that’s doing it for you or the island?” he asked, sounding very confused as to why the thought was making me hard.

“It’s you in a skimpy pair of swim trunks that’s working for me.”

Though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling. I couldn’t explain it, but I’d already figured out his different smiles. The one he was wearing now was full-on happy but also a little shy. It was real, not an ounce of that cocky shield he used to keep people at arm’s length. And it radiated a kind of warmth that seeped into my soul.

“You’re thinking about a vacation… where I’m with you?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yep,” I answered. “I haven’t had one in years, and I think it’d be more fun if you were there.”

Not that getting a vacation was something that would happen any time soon.

“What are you doing to me while I’m in these trunks?” His question came out in practically a purr.

I really had planned on getting at least a few hours of sleep with him, but he wasn’t playing fair. When he urged me to roll on my side, I could no longer ignore my erection. Austin’s cock was hard against my hip. His skin was cool, but not as cold as when we’d first crawled into bed. If he stayed this close to me, I had a feeling we’d both be on fire soon.

I cleared my throat, finding it hard to concentrate with him pressed against me like that. His breaths fanned over my lips, making me realize that it wouldn’t take much to shut him up with a kiss.

Not that I wanted to shut him up.

Now that I’d gotten under his skin and slid through the cracks in his armor, I was desperate to know everything.

“Austin.” His name came out nearly a growl.

“You didn’t get off earlier,” he pointed out.

“I’m okay with that. It wasn’t about me.” Even though it felt a bit cheap, I added, “Not that I didn’t enjoy myself, though.”

He rolled his eyes so hard I was worried he’d give himself an eye strain.

“And while I can’t express how much I appreciated that, just like I appreciated the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life, I want to touch you.”

“Oh,” I said a little shocked. I hadn’t thought he’d be so eager… or bold this quickly. “I’m not opposed to that.”

I smiled as I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

He rolled his hips, pushing his hard cock into me. The next time he rolled his hips, his cock slotted up right next to mine. I groaned at the contact, then kissed him harder.

“Can we get off like this?” he said, lips brushing against mine as he talked.

“Yeah,” I choked out. The idea alone had my dick twitching. “But I can do one better.”

“I want to,” he said as he leaned up on his elbow and stared down at me. “I want to drive you crazy and then send you over the edge. I want to see what you look like when I make you come.”

“Fuck,” I hissed.

My lids fell closed as the fingers of his free hand skated a trail down my side, over my hipbone, and made a path to the base of my cock. When he wrapped his fingers around me, he gave a few tentative strokes before collecting the pre-cum that was leaking from my slit on his palm.

Stroke, stroke, play with the head.

“Fuck, Austin,” I breathed out as I forced my eyes open. I wanted to watch his face while he jacked me off. “That feels so good.”

The crease between his brow relaxed right before my lips met his for a kiss.

My hand found his ass, fingers digging in as I held onto him. He jerked his hips, rutting against my body. Why was that so hot? I wanted him to get off on me. I wanted his cum on me, smeared in and mixed with mine.

I briefly let myself wonder if that was wondering too much into possessive, caveman territory.

Then I simply thought I didn’t care if it was.

Austin stroked me faster, twisting his grip when he got to the crown.

“Shit, Ford,” he said, jerking his hips faster, rutting harder against me. “I—”

Fuck it,I thought. What reason did I really have to hide things? If it was too much for him, he could tell me.

“Come, Austin. I want you to come for me,” I said.

His hand moved faster on my cock as his grip tightened. It was as if he thought he could hold off his orgasm by gripping onto me.

“Austin,” I said again, voice deep and calm. My fingers dug into his ass cheek. The same one that I’d spanked earlier, and I wondered if he could feel how much I wanted to leave him with a reminder of me, of the things we did together, even if it was only temporary.

“Ford,” he whispered as his body began to shake against me. His head lifted, eyes gazing down into mine. “Ford,” he said again as I felt his cock twitch against my hip and then his cum spilled onto my skin.

“Give it to me,” I said, holding him tight. My balls drew up, and with one more jerky flick of his wrist, I came hard.

We both stilled once we were done. Rolling onto my back, I sagged into the mattress while he draped his boneless body over my side once again.

“You look so intense when you come,” he said, his voice slightly slurred. “It’s pretty sexy.”

I let out a soft laugh.

“You look…” Like an angel? It was the closest thing I had to compare it to, but I didn’t think that would have been the right thing to say. I cleared my throat and tired again. “You get this smile that lights up your whole face. I really like it.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as his face went to my neck. His nose brushed against my skin as he inhaled deeply. “I’ll accept that.”

His hand made a path down my chest. Down. Down. Until he pushed his palm into the mess cooling on my skin. Well, what was left of it, there was a pretty decent-sized wet spot under my hip. He pushed it up, and over, and down. Eventually, he made a lazy circle, mixing our come and smearing it into my skin.

I wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing. Or if he had any idea how hot I found it.

This would be the point where I’d normally hop out of bed and clean up. Maybe even go as far as jumping in the shower.

I smiled at the ceiling and held him closer, not a single part of me attempting to move.

Yeah, I wasn’t in a rush to wash this moment away.