“Just because,” Bo said, and moved away from the heat of the steaming barbecue.
“Well if you feel like just becausing later, I’m all for it.”
Chuckling, Bo left Sam to finish cooking and headed inside for tableware, almost tripping over Tripaw in the process.
“Hey, Tripaw, have you been fed yet?” The cat’s empty food bowl said no.
He grabbed the cat food from the cupboard and filled the bowl. Bo had spent twenty minutes at the store earlier this week trying to pick a flavour for Tripaw. The customers must’ve thought he was a weirdo, standing there staring at bags of cat food, trying to figure out which one the cat would like best, picking up one bag, setting it down again, choosing a different one. Chicken, tuna, or mixed seafood?
He must’ve chosen well with the mixed seafood if the way Tripaw pounced on his food was anything to go by.
Sam was placing dinner on the table outside when Bo came out with plates and silverware. They were quiet through dinner, the clink of forks on plates mixing with the distant cluck of chickens from next door and the wind blowing serenely through the trees. Bo ate with one of his feet trapped between both of Sam’s beneath the table. Sam eyed throughout the meal, but he must’ve decided Bo was doing all right because he didn’t ask. Not until they’d both finished and were sitting back in their chairs watching the sun set over the fields in the distance.
Sam’s hand landed on his neck. “Want to talk about it?”
Bo shook his head. “I’m all talked out.”
“I’m here when you’re ready.” Sam’s thumb drifted over Bo’s neck, over his jaw, onto his lips. Bo sucked it into his mouth and made a small sound of satisfaction when Sam’s gaze heated.
“Sam?”
Sam grunted.
“Let’s clean up so you can take me to bed.”
In the bedroom ten minutes later, they lay on the bed kissing like they had all the time in the world. On their sides facing each other, Sam threw a leg over Bo’s hip, pinning him in place. Sam’s erection nudged against his, but neither one of them was in a hurry.
“I forgot the champagne next door,” Bo said.
Sam pushed him onto his back and kissed down his neck. “There’s still tomorrow.”
“Or the next day.”
“Or any day after that.”
Or any day after that. Bo grinned at the ceiling.
They undressed each other lazily and when they were finally naked, Bo pushed on Sam’s shoulders to get him to move onto his back.
“Why?” Sam asked, but he went willingly.
Bo licked and kissed his way down Sam’s chest. Giving his hard length a preliminary swipe with his tongue, Bo smiled at Sam’s groan. He shot Sam his dirtiest grin and said, “I want to give you a celebratory blowjob.” He hadn’t forgotten that they needed to celebrate the dropped case.
He took Sam into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the cock head, tasting Sam’s pre-come. He used one hand to keep Sam’s dick steady; the other fondled Sam’s balls. Sam swore and widened his legs, giving Bo more access.
Pubes tickled his nose when he deep throated Sam’s cock. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked.
“Fuck, Bo.” A hand landed in Bo’s hair and tugged. “Get up here. I want to be in you when I come.”
Bo gave him one last deep suck before complying. He licked and kissed his way back up Sam’s chest but got flipped mercilessly onto his back before he got to Sam’s mouth.
“Hey!” Bo said, laughing.
“You were taking too long.” Sam pecked him on the mouth then grabbed the lube out of the night table.
Bo gasped and fisted the pillow behind his head when Sam inserted a finger into him.
“Baby, look at me.”
Their gazes met as Sam stretched him. Bo’s thighs shook when a finger rubbed his prostate, electricity jolting him.
“Sam,” he gasped.
Sam’s eyes went molten at his name. “One more. And then me.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
A third finger stretched him and Bo swore under his breath, unable to breathe he was so damn turned on.
“Sam, I wanna ride you.”
The man didn’t need much convincing. He was on his back with a condom in place in less than ten seconds. Bo dribbled lube onto Sam’s thick cock, then lined himself up, taking him in an inch a time. The sensation of Sam rubbing up against his nerve endings made Bo shudder. He placed both hands on Sam’s chest, a muscle jumping in Sam’s jaw as he swore through gritted teeth.
“Bo,” Sam groaned. “Shit.”
Seated to the hilt, they took a moment to adjust. Bo sat up, threw a grin at Sam, and crooked a finger. “Come ‘ere.”
Sam heaved himself up, arms threading around Bo’s waist. Straddling Sam’s hips like this brought Bo’s head up a couple of inches above Sam’s. He buried a hand in Sam’s hair; the other caressed his strong back. Biting Sam’s bottom lip, Bo sucked it into his mouth, let it pop back out.
“One of these days,” Bo said brokenly as Sam started to move, “we’re going to get tested—” gasp “—and get rid of the condom.”
“Fuck.” Sam shuddered.
They were breathing hard when their mouths met, and Sam groaned into Bo’s mouth when Bo started to pump his hips. Bo loved this position, feeling Sam’s strong thighs beneath him, his wide back under his hands, his defined chest against his own. One of Sam’s hands clutched Bo’s ass; the other carved fingernail imprints into his lower back. Bo couldn’t wait to see those in the mirror later.
“Bo,” Sam said, voice tight and heavy. “Gonna come.”
“Yeah.” Bo moved harder and faster, and Sam met him with enthusiasm. “When you come in me without a condom, your jizz will leak out of my ass.”
“Oh, fuck.” Sam went still, tensing, hand gripping Bo’s butt so hard it hurt, teeth biting Bo’s shoulder. The pleasure-pain made Bo’s balls tighten, sending Bo over the edge. Sam’s dick pulsed inside him, filling the condom, while his own dick erupted and painted their bellies white.
“Shit,” Sam whispered against Bo’s shoulder, breathing ragged, beard scritching against Bo’s skin.
Bo ran his hand through Sam’s sweaty hair, messing it up further than it already was, and kissed Sam’s hot temple. “Congratulations.”
Sam started to laugh.
“Thanks again for the lift, guys.”
Sam pulled up to the departure gate at Pearson Airport and popped the trunk. Bo squeezed his thigh in silent thanks and opened his door.
“It really wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it.”
Laura was still talking. She’d talked the entire thirty-minute trip to the airport, as if trying to fill the silence. She didn’t know yet that he and Sam were often happy to sit in contented silence. They now knew more about wildlife rehabilitation than they’d ever wanted to and could ace a quiz called What Is Laura’s Vacation Itinerary? They probably knew down to the minute which city she’d be in.
“Bye, Sam,” Laura said, and got out of the car. Bo met her at the back of the car and helped lift her suitcase out of the trunk. “I, um…” She jumped when Bo slammed the trunk closed. “I probably won’t be able to call too many times a day with the time difference and all.”