Day of Porn is here!
Time to sit back, drink some tea, and celebrate sex. Per rykaine's request, here are my silly space cowboys getting it on:
“Hey, gorgeous. Coming to bed soon?”
BJ Longhard looked up from the ranch ledger and the stack of invoices he had been going over to see Alec Cox smiling at him. Well, damn. There went his concentration. There was no way he was going to be able to fix his mind on how many pounds of feed they needed to order or how much his Kernian buyers were willing to offer for his last load of Kaine skins now. Planets and stars knew he was done the second he caught sight of Alec at the end of a day of hard work, hat pulled low over his forehead, pants hugging his long, beautiful Sisenoid legs just right, and those damn boots being… well, being the biggest turn-on he’d ever seen, even a year after his first glimpse of their dusty leather toes.
“Yeah,” he sighed in resignation. “Might as well. Not going to finish this tonight.” At least, not with Alec walking around the place, looking like sex on a pair of long, hot-as-hell stilts.
Alec laughed, soft and smoky. “Don’t rush yourself. I’ll keep.” The corner of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly as he looked at BJ over his shoulder, sauntering toward their bedroom at the back of the house. His hips swung slightly, gracefully, in a way that hit BJ’s libido harder than anything else in the greater sky-and BJ had been to a few of the notorious shows the Jaii put on, so he felt confident he knew the best of what was out there. Not even bothering to fight it, BJ pushed back his chair and followed Alec, taking his time enjoying the view, and glad the hallway was nice and long.
BJ stopped at the entrance to their room, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as he watched Alec undress for bed. It was a good thing Alec worked as hard as he had promised in his sham of an interview, because, for all his words to the contrary, BJ would have had an awful time trying to kick that pretty ass out of his bed and off the ranch.
Alec dropped his hat on top of the dresser after knocking some of the dirt off against his thigh. BJ refrained from reminding him that the dust was supposed to say outside the house; there was no way he was going to interrupt the show for something as unimportant as keeping the floors clean. Alec’s shirt came next. He calmly unbuttoned it as he crossed to the hamper in the corner of the room. Although Alec made no sign that he knew BJ was watching, BJ would have bet his entire herd of Lloyds that Alec was well-aware of the eyes trained on his every move, and that he was being very deliberate about each one. Taking off his undershirt before his boots, for instance; that was not normal procedure. The boots usually went first. But Alec knew what those boots did to BJ, and his upper body was hardly an eyesore. No doubt he would have removed his pants and left the boots on if it had been possible. Hell, BJ wouldn’t have been surprised if Alec put the boots back on after the pants came off, just to torment him. Oh, now that was a thought…
Alec undid the ends of his braids, using his long, slender fingers to unravel the thick, purple strands and comb them out, tiny muscles in his forearms flexing, bigger muscles in his arms and back gliding under his skin with each impossibly graceful movement. It was totally unfair; Alec made even shoveling shit look like a smooth, slow dance. BJ might have been jealous if he hadn’t taken advantage of more than one instance alone in a stall to put that sensual grace to work on his own person. Alec’s hands swept through his unbound hair once, twice, then extra slowly a third time to smooth it away from his face and push the whole waist-length mass behind his shoulders. Then, flicking just the slightest glance at BJ, he turned his back fully and bent down for the boots.
BJ couldn’t decide if he wanted to stand in the doorway and stare at the gorgeous view all night, or if he wanted to take advantage of what Alec had put so beautifully on display. His bed was right there, and it wouldn’t take much to send Alec toppling onto it. Then he could tangle his fists in that long, pretty hair, bite the muscles in Alec’s shoulder built with hard work and sweat, and sink deep into the ass that was calling his name. Audibly.
Oh wait, that was just Alec’s voice. “BJ? You coming in, or are you just going to stand there staring all night with your tongue hanging out of your mouth?” Alec was still bent in half, peering up between his legs with an amused smirk. “I know there are better things you can do with your tongue, and you do them pretty damn well. Your mouth is none too bad either, least in my experience.” He licked his lips suggestively while his hands slowly pushed one pant leg up to the top of his boot and started to slide it off.
Planets and stars, this man was going to be the death of him. With a groan, he pushed off the doorframe and walked until he was close enough to touch. “Your ass,” he rasped, one hand smoothing slowly over Alec’s hip, “is a thing of beauty. Somebody should bronze it, then put that view in a museum.”
A quick grin lit Alec’s face as he worked off the other boot. “Calling me fine art?”
“Sisenoid legs, Pilter hair, and Saltarian movement paired with all the best parts of a human? You’re surely more than a little fine. And don’t pretend you aren’t well aware.”
Alec laughed, giving his ass a flirtatious little shake before straightening and turning around. “Well, gorgeous,” he asked, backing BJ against the bed and leaning over him, “what are you going to do about it?”
BJ let his eyes traveled down the long, bare chest until they reached leather. “I’m not doing a damn thing while you’ve still got pants on, so I think I’ll start by watching you take them off.”
“You could take them off yourself, you know,” Alec pointed out, but his slender fingers were already working on the fastenings.
“Wouldn’t make it look half as good as you will. And you like showing off for me.” BJ leaned back on his elbows on the mattress, not bothering to hide how much he enjoyed watching the way Alec moved, rotating his hips and pushing his hands down his thighs to send his pants sliding to the floor. Yeah, he thought as Alec stepped between his knees again, Alec was enjoying this too. The cock in BJ’s line of sight told him so.
“Now what?” Alec murmured, voice low and soft.
BJ smirked. “Now I earn my name.” Alec was close enough that all BJ had to do was tilt his head back and stick out his tongue, and he was licking the tip of Alec’s cock. Damn if he didn’t taste as musky and smoky as he sounded, and damn if just the taste wasn’t enough to get BJ about ready to go off in his own pants. The sound Alec made as BJ’s lips closed around him didn’t do anything to soften him up, either. BJ made an appreciative noise of his own while he sucked. Alec stepped closer, letting out a deep moan as his hips rolled forward, shoving his cock into BJ’s mouth with the same kind of fluid grace that made fucking him so, so much better than any other fuck of BJ’s life.
Alec’s hands clenched at his sides while BJ’s gripped the sheets tightly. He liked not touching anywhere but cock to mouth; there was so little to get in the way of his focus, his enjoyment of every single movement of his tongue and lips as he explored and tasted. And fuck if he didn’t get off a little on having to stretch up for it because of the Sisenoid blood in the fantastically long legs pushed between his own.
“I almost don’t care if you fuck me after this,” Alec groaned. He swore in some other language, probably Pilter, before biting his lips together so hard they turned white.
BJ pulled away at that, scowling up at him. “Well, I do. After all that teasing, my dick is going in your ass, and that’s final.”
Alec growled. “Damn it, BJ, I said ‘almost.’ Don’t stop now.” He pushed his cock back into BJ’s willing mouth. A minute later, Alec’s head was dropping back, tendons standing out in his neck as he came with a shudder and a gasp. BJ swallowed and licked his lips, grinning at how long it took Alec to catch his breath and regain the strength to move.
“Get your fine ass in bed,” BJ ordered. “I’m getting rid of these clothes.”
Alec collapsed bonelessly onto the mattress, rolling onto his back so he could watch BJ undress. His legs hung invitingly over the edge, too long for any mattress the mostly human settlement of New Cody had available. Catching BJ’s eyes traveling up his legs for the millionth time, Alec chuckled breathlessly. “You’re going to have to give me a minute to get myself together, so take your time. Even a full Salterian would need a few seconds to recover after that. Damn, but I think you almost killed me. Sucked my brains right out of my dick. Oh, what a way to go!”
Sometimes Alec talked too much. If it had been anyone else, BJ would have found it annoying. With Alec… well, it wasn’t so bad. And a minute to recover would do BJ some good too; he needed to calm down before he embarrassed them both by losing it too quick. He tugged off his boots, then his socks. He shucked his work shirt and his undershirt, tossing them carelessly in the direction of the hamper behind him because his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the naked body stretched out in his bed.
Alec pushed himself up onto his elbow after a moment. “You know, I never imagined a guy named Butterworth would look like you. I about swallowed my tongue when I first saw you in that bar on Kern.”
BJ’s lips curled up in one corner. “Yeah? You weren’t quite what I was expecting either. Never known a Saltarian to get his hands dirty, or a Sisenoid who didn’t mind a little mud on his boots.”
Alec grinned broadly. “That’s just because you hadn’t met me yet. Going to take those pants off, or you need a little help?”
Apparently he wasn’t kidding about only needing a minute or two to recover. Planets, that man was insatiable. BJ liked sex as much as the next human, but a full Salterian lover would probably have killed him. Alec was only one quarter Salterian, and he was still consistently up for round two within five minutes of finishing round one. Good thing he was BJ’s walking wet dream, or BJ might have been getting tired of the constant fucking. As it was, he just got hard the second he caught a glimpse of Alec anywhere on the ranch, because he knew the moment they were alone, they were going to be getting off together.
He reached for his belt buckle, taking a deep breath to get himself back under control before he undid it, popped the button at the waistband of his pants, and slid down the zipper. He wriggled out of them with none of the grace Alec had displayed, almost tripping himself as one foot got caught, but that was all right. Alec was still staring at him like his next meal, and BJ was too old to get embarrassed about hopping around on one foot in front of a guy who offered his ass to BJ on a regular basis.
When his foot was free, he strode back to the bed, not hesitating for a second before grabbing two handfuls of thick, purple hair and yanking Alec’s head up to meet his hungry kiss. Alec kissed the way BJ sucked cock: slowly, intently, as though he were using his tongue and lips to map out every ridge and texture in one area before moving on to another. While he focused on BJ’s mouth, his hands stayed put on BJ’s hips, thumbs stroking slowly over the swell of ass cheeks beneath his fingers. Light as his touch was, Alec’s grip was firm enough to keep BJ from grinding against him until he was done with his exploration of BJ’s mouth and ready to move on to his neck and shoulder. Then his legs came up to wrap around BJ’s waist, so long they folded and crossed somewhere behind BJ’s back and looped far enough forward again that BJ could have held Alec’s ankles together if he hadn’t been so thoroughly enjoying the other places his hands were finding to go.
Alec arched his spine as BJ pinched a nipple, giving an impatient wriggle of his hips. “What’s a guy got to do to get fucked around here?” he gasped. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a Plutonian year for you to stick it in. Don’t try to tell me you aren’t hard as a fence post, either, as ready to go off as a monk at his first Jaii show.”
“Not going to deny it. But you got me trapped here, and I can’t reach the lube. Besides, you’re the one who likes to kiss for light years before you let me move.”
BJ followed Alec’s hand with his eyes as it stretched up to rummage blindly in the drawer of the nightstand on the other side of the bed, then dragged his gaze down the lean, fully extended line of Alec’s body down to where his legs were slowly loosening and dropping from BJ’s waist. With a grunt of annoyance, Alec flipped over and crawled up the mattress far enough to peek into the drawer and grab the lube. BJ slapped his ass lightly before leaning forward lick one cheek.
“Scoot up or drop down. Your Sisenoid legs make you too damn tall for this.”
Alec snorted, but he was grinning and spreading his legs wider as he passed BJ the lube. “You love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the want spark in your eyes long before they made it down to the boots you claim get you so damn horny.”
“Didn’t say it wasn’t attractive,” BJ conceded. “Just inconvenient at times.”
“Good thing I got the Saltarian joints, then.” Alec shot a smug look over his shoulder as he flattened his hips down, bent his knees, and spread his thighs in a gorgeous contortion BJ could never have managed in a thousand years, bringing his ass down to the level of BJ’s eager cock. Holy hell, he wanted in.
BJ made kind of a mess with the lube, impatience making him squeeze the bottle a little too hard and then smear it around with a little less careful attention to keeping all the slick in the necessary places, but Alec was panting as hard as BJ by the time they were good to go.
“Oh, yes,” Alec groaned as BJ pressed inside. “Fuck me, Longhard. Long and hard.”
“What do you think I’m doing back here?” BJ snorted. “Washing dishes?”
“At the moment, doesn’t seem like you’re doing much of anything but standing there talking,” Alec snarked, drawing a laugh out of BJ. “Get a move on.”
“Which one of us is the boss?” BJ grumbled, pulling out and sliding back in excruciatingly slowly, just to be annoying. Alec exhaled just as slowly, letting his head fall forward to dangle loosely between his shoulders. He waited three strokes before answering.
“Pretty sure you own the ranch, but I’m the boss in bed. And if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to pin you down and show you how it’s done.”
Tempting, but not tempting enough. BJ slammed back in, sending a ripple up Alec’s body. Alec rolled his hips in that distinctly Saltarian way, and BJ’s breath hitched in response. Within moments, they were rocking to a hard, fast rhythm that brought sweat rolling down BJ’s temples. Every thrust was met with an undulation of Alec’s entire spine that was so beautiful BJ almost didn’t want to come. Except that he did, and he couldn’t have stopped it now if he tried. As the familiar tingle began to radiate from the base of his spine, he reached forward to grab a fistful of Alec’s hair and yanked hard.
“Stars below,” Alec moaned breathlessly as his head snapped back. “I love it when you do that.”
He wasn’t going to love the lube in his hair once he realized it was there, but BJ would go along to help wash it out in the morning. With a long groan, BJ let his climax wash over him. After a few quick tugs on his cock, Alec followed suit, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” Alec panted. He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Glad you met me at that bar and took me home with you?”
“After a fuck like that? Hell yeah.” BJ rolled onto his side, facing Alec, whose eyes were closed and whose long limbs were sprawled across most of the mattress.
Cracking one eye open, Alec reached an arm around BJ’s waist and pulled him closer. A little more seriously, he asked, “Glad you hired me to work for you?”
BJ suppressed a smile, offering a noncommittal shrug instead. “You’re not bad. Not thinking of putting your name on the ranch or anything, but you do your job all right.”
Alec’s mouth twitched. “I don’t know. I think Longhard-Cox has a nice ring to it.”
“Not one that’s going to make people think about eating meat.” Alec let out squeaky snort that resembled a stifled snicker. BJ looked at him flatly. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.” He sounded smug. “You mean you actually considered changing your name to something even worse than Butterworth Jacksonville Longhard. You must love me an awful lot.”
BJ stiffened. “That’s not what I meant at all.”
As usual, Alec saw straight through him. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Of course you didn’t.” He opened his eyes and leaned down to press his mouth to BJ’s for a quick kiss. “And I didn’t mean anything at all like that when I asked.”
As Alec’s hand traveled slowly up and down BJ’s spine, BJ had the distinct impression that they both knew exactly what they weren’t saying, but they were okay with it for the moment. Especially the not saying it part.
He yawned. “Less talk, more sleep. First sunrise will be a few hours, and you’d best be out in the north pasture by the time the second sun comes up.”
“Yes, boss.” Alec’s hand dipped a little further, circling between BJ’s ass cheeks. Innocently, he asked, “Any chance of a fuck to help me sleep?”
He was already rolling onto BJ, pinning him down with those long, shapely limbs, before BJ had a chance to answer. BJ just huffed a quiet laugh into his pillow and curved his ass up against Alec’s groin.
Salterians. Insatiable.
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“Hey, gorgeous. Coming to bed soon?”
BJ Longhard looked up from the ranch ledger and the stack of invoices he had been going over to see Alec Cox smiling at him. Well, damn. There went his concentration. There was no way he was going to be able to fix his mind on how many pounds of feed they needed to order or how much his Kernian buyers were willing to offer for his last load of Kaine skins now. Planets and stars knew he was done the second he caught sight of Alec at the end of a day of hard work, hat pulled low over his forehead, pants hugging his long, beautiful Sisenoid legs just right, and those damn boots being… well, being the biggest turn-on he’d ever seen, even a year after his first glimpse of their dusty leather toes.
“Yeah,” he sighed in resignation. “Might as well. Not going to finish this tonight.” At least, not with Alec walking around the place, looking like sex on a pair of long, hot-as-hell stilts.
Alec laughed, soft and smoky. “Don’t rush yourself. I’ll keep.” The corner of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly as he looked at BJ over his shoulder, sauntering toward their bedroom at the back of the house. His hips swung slightly, gracefully, in a way that hit BJ’s libido harder than anything else in the greater sky-and BJ had been to a few of the notorious shows the Jaii put on, so he felt confident he knew the best of what was out there. Not even bothering to fight it, BJ pushed back his chair and followed Alec, taking his time enjoying the view, and glad the hallway was nice and long.
BJ stopped at the entrance to their room, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as he watched Alec undress for bed. It was a good thing Alec worked as hard as he had promised in his sham of an interview, because, for all his words to the contrary, BJ would have had an awful time trying to kick that pretty ass out of his bed and off the ranch.
Alec dropped his hat on top of the dresser after knocking some of the dirt off against his thigh. BJ refrained from reminding him that the dust was supposed to say outside the house; there was no way he was going to interrupt the show for something as unimportant as keeping the floors clean. Alec’s shirt came next. He calmly unbuttoned it as he crossed to the hamper in the corner of the room. Although Alec made no sign that he knew BJ was watching, BJ would have bet his entire herd of Lloyds that Alec was well-aware of the eyes trained on his every move, and that he was being very deliberate about each one. Taking off his undershirt before his boots, for instance; that was not normal procedure. The boots usually went first. But Alec knew what those boots did to BJ, and his upper body was hardly an eyesore. No doubt he would have removed his pants and left the boots on if it had been possible. Hell, BJ wouldn’t have been surprised if Alec put the boots back on after the pants came off, just to torment him. Oh, now that was a thought…
Alec undid the ends of his braids, using his long, slender fingers to unravel the thick, purple strands and comb them out, tiny muscles in his forearms flexing, bigger muscles in his arms and back gliding under his skin with each impossibly graceful movement. It was totally unfair; Alec made even shoveling shit look like a smooth, slow dance. BJ might have been jealous if he hadn’t taken advantage of more than one instance alone in a stall to put that sensual grace to work on his own person. Alec’s hands swept through his unbound hair once, twice, then extra slowly a third time to smooth it away from his face and push the whole waist-length mass behind his shoulders. Then, flicking just the slightest glance at BJ, he turned his back fully and bent down for the boots.
BJ couldn’t decide if he wanted to stand in the doorway and stare at the gorgeous view all night, or if he wanted to take advantage of what Alec had put so beautifully on display. His bed was right there, and it wouldn’t take much to send Alec toppling onto it. Then he could tangle his fists in that long, pretty hair, bite the muscles in Alec’s shoulder built with hard work and sweat, and sink deep into the ass that was calling his name. Audibly.
Oh wait, that was just Alec’s voice. “BJ? You coming in, or are you just going to stand there staring all night with your tongue hanging out of your mouth?” Alec was still bent in half, peering up between his legs with an amused smirk. “I know there are better things you can do with your tongue, and you do them pretty damn well. Your mouth is none too bad either, least in my experience.” He licked his lips suggestively while his hands slowly pushed one pant leg up to the top of his boot and started to slide it off.
Planets and stars, this man was going to be the death of him. With a groan, he pushed off the doorframe and walked until he was close enough to touch. “Your ass,” he rasped, one hand smoothing slowly over Alec’s hip, “is a thing of beauty. Somebody should bronze it, then put that view in a museum.”
A quick grin lit Alec’s face as he worked off the other boot. “Calling me fine art?”
“Sisenoid legs, Pilter hair, and Saltarian movement paired with all the best parts of a human? You’re surely more than a little fine. And don’t pretend you aren’t well aware.”
Alec laughed, giving his ass a flirtatious little shake before straightening and turning around. “Well, gorgeous,” he asked, backing BJ against the bed and leaning over him, “what are you going to do about it?”
BJ let his eyes traveled down the long, bare chest until they reached leather. “I’m not doing a damn thing while you’ve still got pants on, so I think I’ll start by watching you take them off.”
“You could take them off yourself, you know,” Alec pointed out, but his slender fingers were already working on the fastenings.
“Wouldn’t make it look half as good as you will. And you like showing off for me.” BJ leaned back on his elbows on the mattress, not bothering to hide how much he enjoyed watching the way Alec moved, rotating his hips and pushing his hands down his thighs to send his pants sliding to the floor. Yeah, he thought as Alec stepped between his knees again, Alec was enjoying this too. The cock in BJ’s line of sight told him so.
“Now what?” Alec murmured, voice low and soft.
BJ smirked. “Now I earn my name.” Alec was close enough that all BJ had to do was tilt his head back and stick out his tongue, and he was licking the tip of Alec’s cock. Damn if he didn’t taste as musky and smoky as he sounded, and damn if just the taste wasn’t enough to get BJ about ready to go off in his own pants. The sound Alec made as BJ’s lips closed around him didn’t do anything to soften him up, either. BJ made an appreciative noise of his own while he sucked. Alec stepped closer, letting out a deep moan as his hips rolled forward, shoving his cock into BJ’s mouth with the same kind of fluid grace that made fucking him so, so much better than any other fuck of BJ’s life.
Alec’s hands clenched at his sides while BJ’s gripped the sheets tightly. He liked not touching anywhere but cock to mouth; there was so little to get in the way of his focus, his enjoyment of every single movement of his tongue and lips as he explored and tasted. And fuck if he didn’t get off a little on having to stretch up for it because of the Sisenoid blood in the fantastically long legs pushed between his own.
“I almost don’t care if you fuck me after this,” Alec groaned. He swore in some other language, probably Pilter, before biting his lips together so hard they turned white.
BJ pulled away at that, scowling up at him. “Well, I do. After all that teasing, my dick is going in your ass, and that’s final.”
Alec growled. “Damn it, BJ, I said ‘almost.’ Don’t stop now.” He pushed his cock back into BJ’s willing mouth. A minute later, Alec’s head was dropping back, tendons standing out in his neck as he came with a shudder and a gasp. BJ swallowed and licked his lips, grinning at how long it took Alec to catch his breath and regain the strength to move.
“Get your fine ass in bed,” BJ ordered. “I’m getting rid of these clothes.”
Alec collapsed bonelessly onto the mattress, rolling onto his back so he could watch BJ undress. His legs hung invitingly over the edge, too long for any mattress the mostly human settlement of New Cody had available. Catching BJ’s eyes traveling up his legs for the millionth time, Alec chuckled breathlessly. “You’re going to have to give me a minute to get myself together, so take your time. Even a full Salterian would need a few seconds to recover after that. Damn, but I think you almost killed me. Sucked my brains right out of my dick. Oh, what a way to go!”
Sometimes Alec talked too much. If it had been anyone else, BJ would have found it annoying. With Alec… well, it wasn’t so bad. And a minute to recover would do BJ some good too; he needed to calm down before he embarrassed them both by losing it too quick. He tugged off his boots, then his socks. He shucked his work shirt and his undershirt, tossing them carelessly in the direction of the hamper behind him because his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the naked body stretched out in his bed.
Alec pushed himself up onto his elbow after a moment. “You know, I never imagined a guy named Butterworth would look like you. I about swallowed my tongue when I first saw you in that bar on Kern.”
BJ’s lips curled up in one corner. “Yeah? You weren’t quite what I was expecting either. Never known a Saltarian to get his hands dirty, or a Sisenoid who didn’t mind a little mud on his boots.”
Alec grinned broadly. “That’s just because you hadn’t met me yet. Going to take those pants off, or you need a little help?”
Apparently he wasn’t kidding about only needing a minute or two to recover. Planets, that man was insatiable. BJ liked sex as much as the next human, but a full Salterian lover would probably have killed him. Alec was only one quarter Salterian, and he was still consistently up for round two within five minutes of finishing round one. Good thing he was BJ’s walking wet dream, or BJ might have been getting tired of the constant fucking. As it was, he just got hard the second he caught a glimpse of Alec anywhere on the ranch, because he knew the moment they were alone, they were going to be getting off together.
He reached for his belt buckle, taking a deep breath to get himself back under control before he undid it, popped the button at the waistband of his pants, and slid down the zipper. He wriggled out of them with none of the grace Alec had displayed, almost tripping himself as one foot got caught, but that was all right. Alec was still staring at him like his next meal, and BJ was too old to get embarrassed about hopping around on one foot in front of a guy who offered his ass to BJ on a regular basis.
When his foot was free, he strode back to the bed, not hesitating for a second before grabbing two handfuls of thick, purple hair and yanking Alec’s head up to meet his hungry kiss. Alec kissed the way BJ sucked cock: slowly, intently, as though he were using his tongue and lips to map out every ridge and texture in one area before moving on to another. While he focused on BJ’s mouth, his hands stayed put on BJ’s hips, thumbs stroking slowly over the swell of ass cheeks beneath his fingers. Light as his touch was, Alec’s grip was firm enough to keep BJ from grinding against him until he was done with his exploration of BJ’s mouth and ready to move on to his neck and shoulder. Then his legs came up to wrap around BJ’s waist, so long they folded and crossed somewhere behind BJ’s back and looped far enough forward again that BJ could have held Alec’s ankles together if he hadn’t been so thoroughly enjoying the other places his hands were finding to go.
Alec arched his spine as BJ pinched a nipple, giving an impatient wriggle of his hips. “What’s a guy got to do to get fucked around here?” he gasped. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a Plutonian year for you to stick it in. Don’t try to tell me you aren’t hard as a fence post, either, as ready to go off as a monk at his first Jaii show.”
“Not going to deny it. But you got me trapped here, and I can’t reach the lube. Besides, you’re the one who likes to kiss for light years before you let me move.”
BJ followed Alec’s hand with his eyes as it stretched up to rummage blindly in the drawer of the nightstand on the other side of the bed, then dragged his gaze down the lean, fully extended line of Alec’s body down to where his legs were slowly loosening and dropping from BJ’s waist. With a grunt of annoyance, Alec flipped over and crawled up the mattress far enough to peek into the drawer and grab the lube. BJ slapped his ass lightly before leaning forward lick one cheek.
“Scoot up or drop down. Your Sisenoid legs make you too damn tall for this.”
Alec snorted, but he was grinning and spreading his legs wider as he passed BJ the lube. “You love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the want spark in your eyes long before they made it down to the boots you claim get you so damn horny.”
“Didn’t say it wasn’t attractive,” BJ conceded. “Just inconvenient at times.”
“Good thing I got the Saltarian joints, then.” Alec shot a smug look over his shoulder as he flattened his hips down, bent his knees, and spread his thighs in a gorgeous contortion BJ could never have managed in a thousand years, bringing his ass down to the level of BJ’s eager cock. Holy hell, he wanted in.
BJ made kind of a mess with the lube, impatience making him squeeze the bottle a little too hard and then smear it around with a little less careful attention to keeping all the slick in the necessary places, but Alec was panting as hard as BJ by the time they were good to go.
“Oh, yes,” Alec groaned as BJ pressed inside. “Fuck me, Longhard. Long and hard.”
“What do you think I’m doing back here?” BJ snorted. “Washing dishes?”
“At the moment, doesn’t seem like you’re doing much of anything but standing there talking,” Alec snarked, drawing a laugh out of BJ. “Get a move on.”
“Which one of us is the boss?” BJ grumbled, pulling out and sliding back in excruciatingly slowly, just to be annoying. Alec exhaled just as slowly, letting his head fall forward to dangle loosely between his shoulders. He waited three strokes before answering.
“Pretty sure you own the ranch, but I’m the boss in bed. And if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to pin you down and show you how it’s done.”
Tempting, but not tempting enough. BJ slammed back in, sending a ripple up Alec’s body. Alec rolled his hips in that distinctly Saltarian way, and BJ’s breath hitched in response. Within moments, they were rocking to a hard, fast rhythm that brought sweat rolling down BJ’s temples. Every thrust was met with an undulation of Alec’s entire spine that was so beautiful BJ almost didn’t want to come. Except that he did, and he couldn’t have stopped it now if he tried. As the familiar tingle began to radiate from the base of his spine, he reached forward to grab a fistful of Alec’s hair and yanked hard.
“Stars below,” Alec moaned breathlessly as his head snapped back. “I love it when you do that.”
He wasn’t going to love the lube in his hair once he realized it was there, but BJ would go along to help wash it out in the morning. With a long groan, BJ let his climax wash over him. After a few quick tugs on his cock, Alec followed suit, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” Alec panted. He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Glad you met me at that bar and took me home with you?”
“After a fuck like that? Hell yeah.” BJ rolled onto his side, facing Alec, whose eyes were closed and whose long limbs were sprawled across most of the mattress.
Cracking one eye open, Alec reached an arm around BJ’s waist and pulled him closer. A little more seriously, he asked, “Glad you hired me to work for you?”
BJ suppressed a smile, offering a noncommittal shrug instead. “You’re not bad. Not thinking of putting your name on the ranch or anything, but you do your job all right.”
Alec’s mouth twitched. “I don’t know. I think Longhard-Cox has a nice ring to it.”
“Not one that’s going to make people think about eating meat.” Alec let out squeaky snort that resembled a stifled snicker. BJ looked at him flatly. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.” He sounded smug. “You mean you actually considered changing your name to something even worse than Butterworth Jacksonville Longhard. You must love me an awful lot.”
BJ stiffened. “That’s not what I meant at all.”
As usual, Alec saw straight through him. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Of course you didn’t.” He opened his eyes and leaned down to press his mouth to BJ’s for a quick kiss. “And I didn’t mean anything at all like that when I asked.”
As Alec’s hand traveled slowly up and down BJ’s spine, BJ had the distinct impression that they both knew exactly what they weren’t saying, but they were okay with it for the moment. Especially the not saying it part.
He yawned. “Less talk, more sleep. First sunrise will be a few hours, and you’d best be out in the north pasture by the time the second sun comes up.”
“Yes, boss.” Alec’s hand dipped a little further, circling between BJ’s ass cheeks. Innocently, he asked, “Any chance of a fuck to help me sleep?”
He was already rolling onto BJ, pinning him down with those long, shapely limbs, before BJ had a chance to answer. BJ just huffed a quiet laugh into his pillow and curved his ass up against Alec’s groin.
Salterians. Insatiable.
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