24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sel watched his face as he climbed over Indio's dick, slowly lowering himself on it. He could instantly tell Indio was uncomfortable with Sel being on top, but he was also tired, so he didn't make a fuss.

The way Sel had positioned his body, pretending to be asleep to see what Indio would do, was brilliant. Barely covering his dick, looking as good as he could while the dark hid his twitching lips.

The girth of the thing stretched him again, and though he was still pretty open from the previous night, it still ached like a tree was being inserted into his ass. "I could give you a big compliment right now, if I didn't think it would go to your head," he grunted as he stopped moving for a few seconds to adjust.

"I know I got a big dick. I'm just laying here laughing at you while you try so hard to take it and act like it's not killing you."

"You're such an ass."

"Yeah, an ass with a huge dick up your ass."

Sel pushed down faster, and though it really was killing him, he refused to show it. All it ended up doing was making Indio laugh.

"Stop laughing or I'll get off you and you can enjoy your hand to get off."

"Why? I think you're funny, trying so hard to pretend it doesn't hurt. Kinda sexy, too, how stubborn you are."

Whether or not he meant to make Sel blush, Sel felt his face and chest heating. "I'm always sexy," he managed as he bottomed out on that big dick.

His voice was strained, but not as bad as it could have been. Indio didn't seem to notice as he grabbed Sel's hips and nodded slowly. "Yeah. You are."

"Wow, almost a compliment? From you?"

"All you're gonna get. Now, fuck yourself. I wanna watch."

Sel moved, lifting, sitting, lifting, sitting, slowly at first, his hands flat on Indio's muscled chest. Indio was lean, but he had an amazing body when he wasn't wearing his constant black T-shirts and faded, loose-fitting jeans. Flat stomach, ripped pecs, and an ass that was much too nice to hide under those jeans.

If he could without offending the guy, he'd buy him a wardrobe fit for a body such as his. Lean, hard-working muscles that came from a man that got dirty in his day-to-day tasks. That was what was missing from his life, men that had grease under their nails and dust blowing in their faces while they rode vibrating metal monsters.

As he fucked himself, he stared into Indio's crazy eyes. How intense they always were, even in moments when he was being softer than normal.

Like in that moment, with Sel making love to him, smiling disarmingly, soft hands gently gripping his hips. Indio wasn't his normal gruff self, and Sel knew the day must have ended better than he'd feared.

After he made Indio come, and he jacked himself off while Indio's cock was still inside him, he moved off, threw the condom in the trash, and lay next to Indio. "The day went well?"

"Yeah. We're good to go. Now, just getting this security detail over with so we can start finding a clubhouse."

Sel's finger traced over the tattoo on Indio's chest, the big Aztec mask that was like the one on the club's patch. "You, uh, hate doing the security here?"

"Yeah, I feel like I've made such a difference, you know, getting caught by that asshole."

"That wasn't your fault, Indio."

"It kinda was. And that is enough talking."

Sel kissed him sweetly and laid his head on Indio's chest. "Sorry. I know you are trying so hard to avoid certain subjects."

"Yeah, and I ain't apologizing for that, either."

Sel smiled, hearing it in his voice. He didn't want to talk about it because talking would reveal how he really felt. "I don't need words, Indio."

"No, you just need more dick."

Sel laughed and said, "Maybe later. Much later. You are very big."

"Yeah. I know."

Sel woke to an empty bed, but it didn't bother him. He felt like things were changing, like Indio was allowing himself to feel more for Sel. He could be crazy, but Sel refused to let himself deny it.

He showered and dressed in his best linen blend Capri pants and linen tank, doing a twirl in the mirror on the door to assure his ass looked great. Like Binx said, always be in Indio's eyeshot, showing him what he wanted, what he could so easily have.

Downstairs, he grabbed a banana while sitting on the stool to watch Binx cook. "You look good, and happy," Binx whispered.

"I am. Happy, that is."

"Oh? Well, good. I hear that there is good news for the biker guys."

"He said little, except he's definitely moving up here," Sel whispered back.

"So, does that mean you'll be up here too?"

Thinking far into the future, how having a home there, with family, and with friends didn't sound bad at all. "Uncle Dante said he'd built a house for me. He was already building one for my family when they wanted to visit."

"I am pretty sure, if they catch that Brooks, that we'll be up here too. My Sirs like it a lot. They're planning on fishing and camping as soon as the threat is gone. We've been talking a lot."

"Yeah, we haven't gotten there yet. So far, it's all sex."

"Oh. That's…good, though, right?"

"For now. It's not all I want. Which is crazy, because he really is an asshole. What if he doesn't chill out? I mean, I can't imagine being with someone so angry all the time."

"Figure it out before your heart gets more involved in it. That's the only advice I can give. I don't want to see either of you hurt."

*****

Indio was at the door of the basement when he heard the conversation. His heart ached, and it hated that feeling, but he hated it worse that Selestino thought he was a prick.

Well, he was. He could admit that. It wasn't Sel. It was everything about Sel, his upbringing, his money, his…life. But he wasn't what he'd had growing up. He was a tough little fucker. He'd somehow squirmed his way into Indio's heart. Not that he loved the guy.

Indio doubted he had that in him, to fall in love like that.

Mal was climbing the stairs and Indio pretended to be just heading back down into the basement. "Hey, Mal."

"Hey, Prez."

Indio smiled at the sound. "Thanks."

"How was your night after that?"

Indio stopped cold and avoided Mal's eyes. "Slept great."

He made it down the stairs as Mal went into the kitchen, but Kirk was folding his blankets as Indio got to his cot. "I thought you were heading up."

"Changed my mind. Is that okay?"

Eight chuckled on the other cot as he stuffed clothes into his duffle. "You and your sweetie fighting already?"

"I don't have a sweetie."

"No, of course you don't," Eight said, laughing. "If it matters, I think he's hot, but don't tell Kale I said that. Fucker is more jealous than I am."

"Bullshit," Kirk told him. "I seem to remember some guy looking at him at that run and you about lost your fucking cool. Me and Trip had to hold you back from killing the guy."

Eight got up and shrugged the duffle strap onto his shoulder as he grinned. "I don't remember it that way."

Indio went to him with a hug. "Thanks, hermano . For everything, you know?"

Eight looked him in the eye after the hug. "You got this. Don't fuck up and make me come back to kick your ass."

"Like you could."

They walked him out and Indio purposely avoided Sel while walking through the kitchen, but once Eight had ridden off, Sel was outside next to him. "Sad he had to go."

"He was dumb enough to have a family."

"Having a family is dumb?"

"Yeah," he said in a sneer. "It's dumb for a gay dude to think we can do what the straights do. Same for bikers. We ain't like other people."

"That's a stupid thing to say. Why don't you tell my uncle that? He's having a family with his husband."

Indio smiled at him and went back into the house, but he couldn't shake the annoying fuck. "Indio, stop."

He turned and hated they were alone, so he didn't have an excuse to tell him to be quiet. "Sel, don't. I'm not the family having kinda guy. If that's what you want, find someone else."

Unable to shake him, Sel followed him through the kitchen and down into the basement. Indio stood facing away from him, but Sel wouldn't back down. "You're being a jerk. I never said I wanted to have a family with you. Why would I? You're probably as abusive as your fucking father!"

Indio's temper broke, and he spun around and grabbed Sel by the throat. Fury pulsed in his veins, and he wanted nothing more than to snap his neck, but then he saw Sel's eyes, how tears fell from them.

He realized Sel was right. He was like his father.

"I didn't mean that. I swear it, Indio. It just…came out."

Indio let his hand relax and it fell to his side. "Why not? You're right."

Sel looked so good, so clean and fresh all dressed in white, like some angel that had no business around a guy like him.

"I'm not right. Indio…I'm sorry. I didn't expect that. I just want…I want…"

"What? For me to fall in love with you? Sel, that's not me! That's not me, and you need to stop expecting that. You're way too good for me. I'm a scuzzy biker. I'm nothing compared to you."

Sel grabbed his T-shirt and pulled Indio close. "You're so much more than you can even know. I'm not asking for anything more than you can give me, Indio. Stop pushing me away. Fuck! You're making me crazy."

"Me? Do you know how fucking annoying you are?"

"Yeah! I've been told!"

Indio laughed at last, his knuckled brushing over Sel's teary cheeks. "Stop fucking crying, you pussy."

"I cry when I'm pissed off."

"Sure."

Sel moved up to kiss him and then whispered, "I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll be there. I'm on top this time."

"You loved me riding you."

"Ain't gonna happen again, no matter how fun it was," Indio whispered in a growl. He grabbed Sel's chin and got right in his face. "I'm gonna teach you who's on top in this…whatever the fuck it is."

"Almost labeled it. Tsk."

"I'll be there at eleven. Be ready for me."