Rose and Thorne: Every Rose Has His Thorne

Sean Michael

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Rose and Thorne: Every Rose Has His Thorne

Sean Michael

The minute they meet, Thorne knows Rose is his. Can he convince the beautiful stud

it’s true?

Rose has just lost his job as a bouncer -- apparently he’s too scary for the job. He’s
working out at the gym and considering going back into competitive bodybuilding

when he meets Thorne.

Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne couldn’t be any more different from Rose,
but he feels a connection with the big man the moment they meet. As they spend the
evening together, he believes they were meant to be. Now he just needs to convince

Rose.

Chapter One

Fuck, he was in a shitty fucking mood.

Rose grabbed the weight bar and started lifting again, making his muscles burn

as he worked pecs, then biceps, then pecs again. He’d lost another bouncing job, the bar

manager saying that he was too big, too scary for the little girls and pussy boys who

frequented the club.

He was the fucking bouncer. He was supposed to be scary.

Damn it.

“That’s a great growl, Mr. Bear.”

He looked up at the speaker, finding a short, whipcord-lean man, covered in

tattoos, and with the brightest green eyes, looking right at him.

“Been a day. I’ll be done at this bench in two minutes.” He’d taken his time.

“I’d say you were done about a half-dozen reps ago, but I’m no expert.” This guy

sounded… amused. Fucking amused.

Rose just grunted. Whatever. He wanted to sleep hard tonight.

“What’s her name?”

“Who?” He looked around, wondering who the guy was curious about.

“In my experience, a man usually works that hard to try to impress someone, or

to get over heartbreak.”

Rose chuckled. “Lost my job, man. Just want to sleep it off.” Like he needed some

woman to work like this for.

“That sucks. What did you do?”

“I was a bouncer.” He put the bar down, muscles trembling a little. Not enough,

but a little. He wiped the bench down, the bar. “It’s all yours.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. A bouncer, and you got fired?” The guy looked him up

and down and then up and down again, the looks like touches. “Why the hell did they

fire you?”

“Because I’m big and scary and frightened the little twinks.” Not that it was

anyone’s business.

The corner of the man’s very lovely lips twitched. “Seriously? You’re too scary to

be a bouncer?”

“Apparently. Have a good one.” Great. Scary and a joke. Goodie. He needed

about a hundred leg curls and a beer.

“You look like you could use a drink.” The guy had actually followed him to the

leg machine.

“Maybe a couple of them.” Rose loaded on two hundred pounds, kept another

hundred for later.

“You got much longer here?” the guy asked.

Rose shrugged. “Until I get tired, I guess. I got nowhere else to be.”

“Then you’re done. Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.”

Rose blinked. He hadn’t even started on his legs.

The guy smiled at him, one eyebrow going up.

“I… Do I know you?” he asked.

The man held out his hand. “I’m Thorne.”

“Rose Franks.” He shook. The guy’s grip was solid.

“Nice to meet you, Rose. So what do you say? Come have a beer with me. I’m

better company than that weight machine, I promise.”

He almost said no, but the fact that Thorne didn’t give a shit about him having a

girl’s name pleased him.

“Okay. Sure. Let me get cleaned up.”

Thorne nodded. “I need to hit the change room myself.”

Rose went to the locker room and headed for the showers, washing his heavy

mane of hair, scrubbing down. Weird. A light whistling started in the stall next to his.

The sound was oddly comforting, easy. Good. Again, weird.

The whistling stopped and Thorne walked by, tiny towel wrapped around his

waist. The guy looked even better without his clothes. Lots of ink on that skin. Rose had

one little rosebud, low on his hip, but Thorne’s ink was wild -- tribal patterns

interwoven with hearts and faces and flowers and animals. There was a hole in the ink,

on the left side of the man’s chest.

Then Thorne was out of his sight as he turned the corner back into the change

room.

Wow. That was hot. Rose thumped his cock, making sure no one could see, and

then went to get dressed.

Thorne already had his jeans on -- in fact, he almost had his top on too, that bare

chest back on display as the man’s arms went up, getting into the T-shirt. Rose stood,

watched, licking his lips. Thorne got the T-shirt on and bent, closing the Velcro flaps on

a pair of sandals he’d slipped his feet into, offering Rose an amazing view of a tight

little ass.

Yummy.

Rose grabbed his jeans, his T-shirt, dressing quickly. Thorne lounged against the

lockers, waiting for him. He didn’t know if Thorne had watched him getting dressed or

not -- he hadn’t looked.

He grabbed his gym bag, his coat. “I’m ready.”

“Cool. How does the bar on Fifth sound? The Flying Unicorn.”

“Oh, that’s nicely done.” He chuckled, nodded. That was the classiest way he’d

seen to find out if a guy was queer. The Unicorn was quiet enough, at least this time of

day, that a straight man wouldn’t freak, but a queer man would recognize it.

Thorne grinned. “I was hoping.”

He snorted. “Come on, let’s get a beer.”

“Sounds good to me.” Thorne stood and put a bag over one shoulder, leading

him out of the gym and into the street. “Do you live near here?”

“I do. I’ve got a little apartment within walking distance of the gym.”

“So we don’t have to worry about drinking and driving, just drinking and

walking,” Thorne noted. They headed toward the bar.

“One beer won’t make it so I couldn’t drive.”

“I might be hoping we share more than one beer, Rose.”

“We’ll see.” He really wasn’t in a place to get drunk and have a quick fuck.

“No pressure.” Thorne gave him a warm, easy smile and held open the door of

the Flying Unicorn for him.

“Thanks.” He ducked and headed in, nodding at people who looked vaguely

familiar.

Thorne put a hand in the small of his back and urged him toward a booth at the

back of the bar. Thorne’s hand was warm and surprisingly solid.

“Do you come here often?” Rose asked. After all, Thorne was familiar enough

with the place he knew where he wanted to sit, after all.

“At least once a week. I like the loaded potato skins.”

“Ah. I haven’t been here in a few months.” And often he wasn’t eating potatoes

or any starches, to get ripped for a competition.

“Have you tried the skins?” Thorne asked him as a waiter approached.

“No. No, I can’t say I have.”

“You’ll have to try them.” Thorne smiled at the waiter. “Two draughts, please,

and an order of loaded skins.”

“Absolutely, sir. I’ll get it right out.”

The waiter grinned and fluttered, flirting wildly. It was hilarious. Thorne gave

the kid a smile, but quickly turned the bright eyes Rose’s way again.

“Someone is interested, man,” Rose noted.

“Are you?”

“In the little twink? No. No, he’s not my type.” Rose knew that was what

everyone expected, but he wanted someone he didn’t have to be worried about

breaking.

Thorne chuckled and shook his head. “I think we’re talking across each other -- I

was asking if you were that someone who was interested in me.”

“In you? Shit, you’re hot, man. Like blistering.” He grinned. “Who wouldn’t be?”

Thorne grinned right back at him, green eyes shining. “Thank you. You’re pretty

hot yourself.”

“I try.” Rose flexed playfully, chuckling as his shirt creaked. “I’m not in

competition mode or anything, but it’s a good look.”

“It’s a very good look. Although I’m itching for a razor.” Thorne’s grin turned a

little predatory. “I do love shaving a man. All over.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I did that when I was competing. Not so much now.” His

body had started to crumple under the demands -- no food for days, hours of abuse.

Hell, his heart had stopped after the last competition. It had sucked.

“Oh, I don’t mean as a part of competition. I mean between lovers.”

Right, like guys like them had lovers. They had wild pick-ups. He changed the

subject. “You’ve got great ink.”

“Thank you. I love the high.”

“Who does it?”

“The owner of Ink or Die. I work there myself.”

“Ink or Die? That’s great!” Rose chuckled, clapped. He loved a good business

name. “I don’t suppose you need security?”

“I can ask. Though it would be more likely if you could ink as well…”

He pursed his lips. “Right. I’m not artistic, man. I’m just big and scary.”

“Big and sexy.” Thorne gave him a wink.

Their waiter came back, all but fluttering his eyelashes at Thorne as he put down

their food and beer.

“Thanks, man.” Rose took a deep drink, letting the liquid splash down into his

belly.

“Yeah, thanks. Maybe we could have some of those beer-battered mushrooms,

too, please.” Thorne looked back at him and pushed a potato skin toward him. “Trust

me, you want a taste.”

“They look decadent.” He took one, smiled. “Thanks.”

Thorne watched him, a small smile playing on his lips. Rose took a bite, the crisp

of the potato mixing with the sour cream and cheese… Damn. Then came the salt of the

bacon and a hint of chives. Okay, so they were damn good.

Thorne grinned knowingly, sitting back and having a mouthful of his beer.

“Not bad,” he teased, making himself put the other half down on the plate and

lean back, playing.

Thorne laughed, the sound delighted. Rose grinned, winked. He liked Thorne so

far. Confident, pleasant, hot -- all good qualities.

Thorne grabbed a skin and bit into it, eyes closing for a moment as he chewed.

The man knew what he liked. Rose picked up the other half of his, finishing it.

Thorne ate half the skins in short order, licking his fingers when he was done

and sitting back again with his beer. “Best skins in town.”

“Go ahead and have some of mine, man. This is a lot of carbs.” And if he didn’t

find a job soon, he’d be back on the circuit.

“You have food issues?”

“Hmm? That depends on who you ask, I guess. Competitive body builders have

weird food things.”

Thorne tilted his head, eyes traveling over him. “Now I really want to see you

naked and hairless.”

“Like a mole rat?”

They looked at each other and cracked up, both laughing hard.

Thorne waved at their waiter when they’d calmed down. “Do you want

something more than just the mushrooms we’ve got coming? They do a decent burger

here. I wouldn’t recommend the salad, though.”

“I’ll take…” He pondered. “Give me three chicken breasts. That’s it.”

One of Thorne’s eyebrows went up, but when the waiter arrived back at their

booth, responding to Thorne’s summons, he ordered another round of beer, some

nachos, and the three chicken breasts Rose had asked for.

“So you’re going back into body building? If you are, dibs on shaving you.”

“If I don’t find something else, yeah.” He chuckled. “And if I have to shave, I’ll

holler at you.”

“Maybe you won’t even have that far to go to find me.”

Rose let his foot slide over, nudge Thorne’s. “You don’t think so?”

Thorne nudged back, smile warm, eyes focused on him. “I’d like to think I might

be right at hand.”

“Right at hand, hmm?” God, the man was a firecracker.

“Yes.” Thorne’s foot slid up his calf.

Rose’s muscles rippled at the touch. “You always this straightforward with

guys?”

“No. Only the ones I’m interested in.” Thorne smiled again. “It doesn’t happen

very often.”

“No? Good.” He liked the thought of being more than just another cock.

“No. I’m picky, and I prefer having a connection with the guys I get together

with. I felt your pull from the start.”

Well, Rose didn’t know quite what to say about that, so he didn’t. He just smiled,

pleased.

“You got any ink, man?” Thorne asked.

“Just one. A little rose and vine. The judges don’t approve.”

“The judges don’t have taste. No piercings either, then?”

“Oh, no.” He shook his head, chuckling. He couldn’t even imagine. He’d look

like an idiot.

“Shame.” Thorne licked his lips. “We don’t have anyone on staff at Ink who does

it. Danny fired the guy and has decided piercers are insane.”

“Are they?” He’d never met one.

“I do a little piercing on the side. No one’s called me insane yet. At least not to

my face.”

“I’ll keep my judgment in reserve, then.”

Thorne laughed again, managing to keep it under control when their food,

including the deep fried mushrooms and second drinks, was plopped down onto the

table.

“Thanks, man.” He dug in, as did Thorne, both of them eating like they were

starving. For a guy as small as Thorne was, the man sure could put away the food.

Rose focused on the protein, head on looking for a job, on looking for

competitions with decent purses. He needed to get some cash flow going.

“Will you come home with me?” Thorne asked when he’d finished his nachos.

Rose thought about that. It wasn’t like Thorne was going to be able to hurt him.

“Sure. We could use some stress relief.”

“I’m hoping for a good workout, myself.”

He nodded, drained his beer. He was good for a hard fuck.

Thorne motioned for the bill. “I live in the area.”

“Cool.” He dug out a handful of bills and handed twenty-five over. “For my

part.”

“I invited you.” Thorne handed his money back.

“For a beer. Not two beers and three chicken breasts.”

“So you get the next meal.” Thorne left cash on the table and held out a hand.

“It’s a deal.” He hauled himself up, grinned. “Lead the way, man.”

“You just want to check out my ass.” Funny, it didn’t sound like a complaint.

“Absolutely.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, either.

“Excellent.” Thorne wriggled it for him as they got out into the street. This part

of town was mostly family, so he didn’t have to worry about Thorne getting his butt

kicked.

Thorne walked ahead of him for a few minutes and then dropped back, bumping

lightly against him. “So what are you into?”

“Hmm? Into? Guys, I guess.”

Thorne chuckled at his answer. “Well, I hope so.”

“Nods.” Obviously. “You?”

“I can be very kinky when I want to be. Nothing wrong with a good old-

fashioned fucking, though.”

“I’m not kinky.” Not as big as he was. It just seemed like overkill.

“Not at all.” Thorne’s eyes travelled over him. “That’s a shame.”

“Most guys find my size a kink as is.”

“You’re more than just a huge guy, though.” Thorne patted his arm.

“I am. I’m a huge scary guy.” He winked down.

Thorne threw his head back and laughed. “I’m not scared of you, Rosie.”

“Well, good. I’m in my best not-scary skin.”

“I’m no easily scared twink, either.” Thorne grabbed his hand and turned a

corner, leading him to the first little apartment building.

“Nice neighborhood.”

“I like knowing I can walk down the street with a man and no one’s going to

look twice.” Thorne paused to smile up at him. “Except to admire him.”

“Yeah. That’s cool.” He held the door for Thorne.

“Thank you.” Thorne’s smile widened and he sauntered in, heading up the

stairs.

Rose followed, resisting the urge to grab Thorne’s ass.

Chapter Two

Thorne opened the door to his apartment, revealing a fairly Spartan room. “I

prefer space with a few good pieces of furniture.”

Rose nodded. He preferred no bugs and a mattress that wasn’t lumpy. He had

both.

“And I have a great bed -- big enough for even a huge scary guy.” Thorne

winked and led him to the first door past the living room.

The lights came on, revealing a king sized bed that took up nearly every inch of

floor space.

“Wow. It’s amazing.” It was like a jungle gym or something.

“You’re going to look amazing in the middle of my bed.” Thorne’s fingers

started on his shoulders and slowly moved down to his waist.

He’d never been with a man who was so seductive.

Thorne tilted his head and looked up at him. “Kiss me, Rose.”

“I can do that.” He reached for Thorne, cupped the man’s head, and brought

their lips together in a long, slow, breathtaking kiss.

Thorne moaned as their lips parted. “Oh, fuck. Do it again.”

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed and instigated another kiss.

Thorne’s fingers clutched at the bottom of his T-shirt, the kiss going deep. He

flexed, his abs rippling as he leaned into the touch. Thorne pushed under his T-shirt,

fingers stroking his belly skin on skin. Oh, that touch was fine -- just fine.

“You have the most amazing muscles.” Thorne didn’t give him a chance to

answer before one hand wrapped around his neck and tugged him down into another

mind-blowing kiss.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he wrapped his hands around Thorne’s ass,

pulling the man against him. Thorne rubbed against his thigh and then tugged, finally

using all his weight to pull Rose over onto the mattress. He caught himself easily, not

wanting to squish Thorne.

Thorne rolled onto him, managing to do it without losing their lip lock. A low

moan was fed into his mouth. The little man was surprisingly strong, surprisingly

hungry.

Thorne’s fingers were back at the bottom of Rose’s shirt, pushing it up to bare his

belly for those questing fingers. He clenched, hips rolling into the touch. Damn.

Thorne moaned again, playing over Rose’s abs like a musician. The touch was

fascinating, making his skin tingle. Over the ridges and bumps of his belly, Thorne’s

fingers moved slowly upward, heading for his nipples.

He hummed, nibbling on Thorne’s lips. His nipples were more ornamental than

hot. When Thorne got to them, the man pinched them. Hard.

“Hey!” Fuck. Fuck, he’d felt that. He grabbed Thorne’s wrist. “Careful!”

“Oh, sensitive? Awesome.” Thorne stroked them this time.

“No. No, they’re not.” But that touch was… damn. Far more than he’d ever felt.

“No?” Thorne tugged on them again, not hard, but not gently either.

“N-no.” He bit back a groan.

Thorne kept playing with them. The sensation was odd, almost irritating,

definitely maddening. Then Thorne twisted them again.

He grabbed Thorne’s wrists, pulled the man’s hands away.

“No? Sensitive after all?” Thorne smiled.

“No. Just ready to move on.” He rolled Thorne under him, brought their lips

together.

Thorne chuckled, wrapping around him. He settled down against the lean

strength, rocking slowly. Thorne’s prick was hot and hard against his belly, leaking.

When had Thorne opened his jeans? Damn. He pushed a hand between them,

wrapped his fingers around the hard cock.

“You first,” muttered Thorne, nipping at his bottom lip, hands pushing at Rose’s

waist to get at his jeans.

He sucked in, but kept jacking Thorne, fingers moving from base to tip. Thorne’s

fingers stuttered on Rose’s jeans, but finally got them open. Digging in, Thorne grabbed

his prick and pulled it out. His prick was heavy, fat, and full, eager for Thorne’s touch.

“Stunning fucking cock,” murmured Thorne, fingers exploring thoroughly.

Rose’s eyes crossed and he spread, knees digging into the mattress. Reaching

back, Thorne cupped his balls, rolled them on that warm palm. He groaned, bending to

take another kiss. Thorne opened up to him, tongue tangling immediately with his, the

kiss hot and full of need.

He started stroking Thorne hard, making sure the man felt it, making sure

Thorne felt good. Thorne’s fingers wrapped around his prick in response, tight and

good, holding him hard.

“Damn. Yeah. Yeah, man. Just like that.” Rose liked to really feel the touches to

his prick.

Thorne slid his other hand over to Rose’s nipples again, tweaking one sharply.

“Hey!” Rose lifted up, pulling away.

Thorne tilted his head. “You didn’t like that? It didn’t make your balls ache?”

“I’m just not a big nipple-play guy.”

“No? Or is it just not something your lovers have done?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, man.” Why were they talking?

“Then just take what I dish out and enjoy it.”

“Dish out?” He chuckled, then grabbed Thorne’s hands, taking another kiss.

Thorne pushed into the kiss, tongue sweeping into Rose’s mouth, owning it. His

fingers tightened as he fought to balance himself, the kiss distracting him. Thorne rolled

them again, and he found himself on the bottom once more, the lithe, strong body

straddling him.

“Jesus.” That was impressive.

Then Thorne had his mouth again, and his breath and sense went MIA. Rose

found himself limp and moaning, totally focused on Thorne’s mouth, the heady kisses.

Some guys wouldn’t even kiss; Thorne made an art form of it. One kiss turned into two,

then three, then four, making him breathless.

Thorne’s hands landed on his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, running lightly

back and forth across them. He chuckled softly, the sound pushing into Thorne’s lips.

Thorne grabbed his tongue and sucked on it, fingers still moving.

He got one hand tangled up in Thorne’s hair, hips bucking up in rhythm.

Shifting, Thorne moved until their cocks were rubbing together, those kisses dictating

the rhythm. They were leaking on each other, the scent of male sex heady and strong.

“Want to be inside you,” murmured Thorne, the words slipping into Rose’s lips.

“Hmm?” He hadn’t bottomed since he was a teenager and had that last big

growth spurt.

“Want to feel you all around me.” Thorne grabbed his lower lip and tugged.

“Oh, fuck. I haven’t. I don’t, not for a long time.”

Thorne kissed him, halting his words, and started rocking. “We can just do this.

For now.”

Rose nodded, driving up into Thorne’s body, their cocks moving together.

Thorne used his fingernails, flicking them across his nipples in tandem.

“Damn it.” That stung so good.

Thorne did it again.

“Don’t.” He arched up into the sting.

“You can’t tell me it’s not making you ache in all the best ways.”

That was true. It didn’t matter.

Shifting slightly, Thorne wrapped his lips around Rose’s right nipple. The heat

was deep, steady, and Rose felt it, balls deep. Each pull was like a throb of Thorne’s

heartbeat and matched the roll of Thorne’s hips against his.

Rose was going to shoot. God, that was hot. Thorne didn’t let up, either, sucking

and rolling and sucking and rolling. He was close to coming, balls drawing up tight-

tight.

Without warning, Thorne bit down on his nipple. Seed poured from Rose, balls

emptying in waves. Humming around his nipple, Thorne kept rocking against him,

making his orgasm go on and on.

“Damn. Damn, that was good.”

Thorne smiled at him, nodded. “Yeah, you looked like you needed that.”

“God, yeah.” He reached down, fingers wrapping around Thorne’s cock. “How

about you?”

Thorne nodded. “I need. I want to get the edge off before blowing your mind.”

Rose started jacking Thorne, slow but steady, thumb nudging the tip with every

upstroke.

Groaning, Thorne rocked into his touches. “You like sucking, Rosie?”

“It would be silly to be queer and not like a dick in your mouth.”

Thorne laughed, the sound free and uninhibited. Rose grinned back, still

touching, still letting his hand move.

“Want you to suck me.”

“Sure.” He wasn’t greedy, and Thorne had gotten him off.

Thorne started climbing his chest, knees coming to rest on either side of his head.

Oh. Oh, he… Wow. His heart started beating a little faster. Weird.

Thorne painted Rose’s lips with the tip of that hot, long cock. Rose opened up,

tongue sliding out to lap at the slit. Moaning, Thorne slapped Rose’s lips and then

slipped the tip right into his mouth. Rose wrapped his lips around that heavy cock,

sucking hard.

Thorne sank slowly in, hands landing on the bed above Rose’s head as his cock

pushed in deeper. The position was unnerving, but surprisingly erotic, making Rose’s

cock jerk back to life. Rolling his hips, Thorne slid out and pushed in again, then again.

Rose caught himself swallowing hard on each push in. Thorne moaned for him, hips

moving faster, eyes watching his face, his mouth.

He grabbed Thorne’s hips, fingers digging into the taut ass. That earned him

another moan, and Thorne moved faster, pushing back into his hands and then forward

into his mouth. Rose groaned and swallowed hard, throat moving around the tip.

“Fuck! Yes!” Thorne jerked, pushing deep and coming down his throat, the salt

filling his mouth and belly. Rose swallowed convulsively, drinking the man down.

Thorne rested in his throat for a moment before backing off, prick sliding out of

his mouth. Rose slid his hands up Thorne’s thighs, thumbs digging in and massaging

on the way.

Thorne rose up onto his knees over Rose, back arching as Rose touched his

thighs. “Fucking sweet, Rose.”

“Mmmhmm.” It was weird, looking up at someone from this position. Thorne

was fucking hot, though -- a sexy, painted man.

Thorne traced Rose’s features for a moment and then shifted, bringing his leg up

out of the way and lying next to him, leaned up on one elbow. Bringing their mouths

back together, Thorne kissed him like they hadn’t both just come. The man liked to kiss.

In fact, Thorne was trying to go for a two-fer, Rose could tell.

Rose threw a leg over his, the move casual and yet somehow possessive at the

same time. He kept one hand wrapped around Thorne’s ass, just holding on.

“Such a fine stud.” Thorne nuzzled his neck.

He groaned. There was a hot spot there. Thorne zeroed in on it, nose rubbing

before that agile tongue slid out and teased his skin. He made a low sound, body

shivering. Damn.

“Sweet,” murmured Thorne, even the word vibrating against him.

“Mmmhmm. That’s hot.”

“You’re hot. You’re amazing.”

Rose chuckled. There was nothing like the random bullshit you spewed post-

orgasm.

“It’s true,” murmured Thorne. “You’re like this wonderful playground. All these

muscles, all these secret hot spots.”

“Thanks, man. You got the hotness thing going for you, too, with all the ink.”

Thorne stretched alongside him, showing off and rubbing at the same time.

“Look at you.” He chuckled, fingers exploring idly. Thorne pushed into his

touches, like a big, colorful cat. “What was your first one?”

“The bunny on my hip.” Thorne shifted and showed him the little purple rabbit.

“I was fifteen.”

“It’s tiny.” He traced it. “Why a purple bunny?”

“I had just come out and my folks kicked me out. My best friend’s family took

me in -- they called me their little purple bunny.”

“Oh.” That made him smile. “That’s sad, but cool, man.” He didn’t have family.

He didn’t do family.

“It was cool. I found out that the family you’re born into isn’t necessarily your

real family -- that you make yourself.”

“Yeah. I have the gym. The guys there.”

“And now me, too.”

He smiled, nodded, but kept his opinion that a one-night stand did not a family

make to himself.

“Do you feel it, Rosie?”

“Feel what?”

“The pull between us.” Thorne rolled on top of him, straddling his waist, hands

moving over his muscles.

“The pull? I feel how good it is, you and me. We got chemistry.”

“We have that in spades.” Thorne nodded, then bent to kiss him again, as if

proving the point.

He wrapped one hand around the back of Thorne’s head, held their mouths

together. Despite his hand, the kiss felt like Thorne owned it -- owned his mouth too,

plundering it. Rose rumbled, heart pounding hard, fast. That was… Damn. It went on

and on, too. There was no doubt about it: Thorne could kiss.

His world started spinning, just a little out of control. Thorne broke the kiss off

before he could panic, Thorne’s teeth tugging on his lower lip. He let himself groan,

grab Thorne a little tighter.

“I smell your need, Rosie. Fuck, I can feel it.”

What was he supposed to say to that? Thorne didn’t seem to be looking for an

answer, mouth finding the hot spot on his throat, lips working the skin there.

Thorne took one of his hands, put it above his head and held it there, fingers

pushing down. Then the man grabbed the other one and did the same thing. “Leave

them there.” The words were murmured against his skin and followed by a light bite.

“Hmm?” Silly man.

“You heard me.” Thorne pressed his hands into the mattress, fingers hard on his

skin.

His fingers curled and Rose grunted, a little turned on. Thorne’s fingers slid

down his arms, dragging along the whole way. Rose’s biceps bulged.

“Just feel all these sexy muscles.” Thorne kissed one biceps. “So hot.”

Rose flexed again, letting his pecs jump.

Thorne moaned and chuckled softly. “Showing off for me.”

Rose chuckled, ducked his head. “Just playing, man.”

“Uh-huh.” Thorne licked Rose’s lips, a long swipe across his mouth. Rose

reached down, cupped Thorne’s head again. Thorne laughed softly and grabbed Rose’s

hand, put it back up over his head. “I said leave it there.”

Rose looked at Thorne. “Say please.”

One of Thorne’s eyebrows went up but he said, “Please.”

Rose stretched back up, tall and long. Thorne’s fingers slid along his arms and

then over his chest. He felt like Thorne was watching every move he made.

The long fingers flicked across his nipples again. They drew up, more sensitive

now than ever. Thorne hummed, the sound happy, fingers lingering. Rose’s fingers

curled and he had to force himself not to grab Thorne’s hands.

“These need to be pierced, Rosie.”

“Yeah, right.” He chuckled softly. “That’s not going to happen.”

“It should. You’d look magnificent.”

“The judges wouldn’t approve.”

“Judges? Like for your bodybuilding things?” Thorne frowned at him.

“For competitions, yes.”

“That’s a shame. They’d be like magic.”

He chuckled. “Well, like I said, when I retire again, I’ll let you know.”

“You do that.” Thorne tugged on both nipples at the same time.

“No…” He arched, lifting Thorne with his torso.

“So strong.” Thorne wriggled down his body, mouth on his chest, tongue

working his skin.

“It’s my thing.” His talent.

“It’s one of your things.” Thorne smiled up at him and then turned back to his

belly, tongue dipping into his navel.

He chuckled, legs spreading to give Thorne room. Thorne fucked his navel for a

moment before turning his head to take a swipe at the tip of Rose’s cock. That made

him grunt and roll, the zing delicious. He could feel Thorne’s smile slide all the way

down along his cock.

“Sorry. I’m not like… normally so jumpy.”

“I just know what buttons to push.”

“You’re good at it.” He let go of the headboard with one hand, touched Thorne’s

lips. Thorne pulled his finger in and bit the tip, hard.

“Ow.” His legs drew up, hips rolling.

Thorne rode the movements, licked the tip of Rose’s finger, and then let it drop

from his mouth. “Hands on the headboard, Rosie.”

“I can’t touch you like that, man. Can’t make you feel good.”

“You make me feel good by doing what I say, by letting me send you to the

moon in a way no one else ever has.”

His hand was gently encouraged to raise again, to wrap around the headboard.

“Keep it there, Rose.” Thorne squeezed Rose’s hand and then let his own hand

drag back along Rose’s skin.

This was crazy. Wonderful and sensual and hot, but crazy.

“Spread your legs,” was the next order, Thorne slipping to kneel between them

as soon as he did.

Orders. Rose was losing his mind. He was also following them.

Bending, Thorne licked the tip of his cock.

“Fuck…” He arched up, the zing of heat perfect.

Thorne nibbled next, lips and teeth working together.

“No… no biting.” His toes curled.

“But I like biting.”

Rose honestly didn’t know what to say to that, really.

Thorne bit his hip. Rose groaned, the headboard creaking under his hands. That

questing mouth slid down, and Thorne nibbled at his inner thighs.

“Damn. Damn, that stings.”

Thorne soothed the sting with his tongue, so hot and soft.

Rose’s legs spread wide, thighs tensing. “Yeah…”

“Can’t have the licking without this first.” Thorne bit the inside of his other

thigh.

His quad tensed, but he didn’t pull away, waiting. The lick followed the bite,

sweet and hot, making him shiver. He sucked in a deep breath, moaned. Thorne’s teeth

scraped along the sensitive, soft flesh behind his balls.

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes rolled. God, that was… sensitive. And that magical tongue

followed the scrape of teeth, so hot. He was going to lose his fucking mind.

Lower and lower, Thorne’s tongue lapped down toward his hole. Surely Thorne

wouldn’t bite. Not there. The next moment, Thorne proved him wrong, teeth on his

hole.

“Don’t. You can’t. I…” Fuck.

Then came Thorne’s tongue, soothing and arousing and perfect.

“Thorne.” His fingers ached. “I gotta touch you, man.”

“No. You have to hold onto that headboard like it’s your lifeline.”

“Thorne…” What was wrong with him? Why was he just following along with

everything Thorne said?

Thorne’s tongue pushed into him. His fingers squeezed tighter. That tongue was

fucking magic, fucking his hole like mad. He’d hold onto the fucking headboard

forever, if that would just keep going. So far it was, Thorne’s tongue agile and hot and

slick and fuck. He’d never felt anything so good.

It stopped for just a second as Thorne grunted out to him, “Lube?”

His eyes rolled. “Where?”

“Under the pillows.”

Rose nodded, fingers stiff and sore as he let go, searched the tube out. He handed

it down, hand shaking.

Thorne took the lube, and then grabbed Rose’s hand and kissed it. “I’m going to

make that easier for you.”

“What?” Easier?

Thorne leaned over him and opened the little drawer in the nightstand, pulling

out a length of rope.

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“You’d rather keep holding on? It is way sexier that way, knowing you’re doing

it by will alone, but the ropes’ll be easier on your muscles.”

“I don’t… Rope? That’s a little kinky, man.”

“Oh, Rosie, you don’t know the half of it.”

Rose chuckled, the sound too nervous for his own comfort.

Thorne held Rose’s gaze and tied one of his hands up with the rope, attaching it

to the headboard. Then his free hand was brought back up, fingers wrapped around the

wood. “There. Difference split.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, man.”

“I know. I’m unique. And I know exactly what you need, Rose.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because I know you. I’m watching you and listening to you.”

That was unnerving, exciting. A little wild.

Grabbing the lube, Thorne settled between Rose’s legs. Rose let one leg rub up

and down Thorne’s side, touching.

“Mmm. Nice.”

“You’re warm.”

“You, too. I love the heat of flesh on flesh.” Thorne rolled Rose’s balls and

rubbed the skin behind them.

He dug his heels in, eyelids heavy. That touch was so good. Slick fingers slid

over his hole, one and then the other rubbing there. Rose let himself enjoy the touch,

even though it wasn’t often he let anyone play down there. Thorne’s tongue had made

him hungry, needy.

Then Thorne bent and that tongue was back, stroking his hole, pushing in once

more.

“Thorne…” Rose could just purr with it.

Something that sounded like it might be a chuckle vibrated his hole. Then one of

Thorne’s fingers pushed in with that tongue. Rose would have rumbled about being

laughed at, but he was caught in the sensations.

Thorne’s finger could go deeper than that tongue, the need increasing with it.

Then Thorne’s tongue disappeared and a second finger pushed into Rose with the first.

He moved with the touch, rocking, the huge bed stable.

Thorne licked at his balls, tugged one into that hot mouth, and he almost didn’t

notice when a third finger pushed into him. His knee bent, a deep sound escaping him.

Those fingers pushed in deep, finding his gland and hitting it hard. He rolled up, eyes

wide, hands pulling at the rope and headboard.

“Right there, Rosie. Right fucking there.” Thorne’s fingers pushed against the

spot again and again. His lips were open, and all he could do was moan. Yes. Yes. Right

there.

Thorne stretched his fingers wide and then nudged Rose’s gland again, opening

and sending him high at the same time. He braced against the headboard, driving

himself down.

“You can’t come yet.”

Rose growled, focused on the pressure in his ass.

Thorne touched his gland again, and then those fingers that were making him

feel so good slid away.

“Goddamn…” Rose gritted his teeth against the words that wanted out, the

pleading.

“Easy, Rosie. I’m not finished with you yet.” Thorne slathered more lube on his

fingers and returned them to Rose’s hole.

“Thank fuck. Want you, man.” More than he’d ever wanted anyone. Why was it

he didn’t bottom anymore? Oh, yeah, he was huge and big men didn’t bottom. Thank

fuck, Thorne hadn’t gotten that memo.

“You’re going to have me. I’m going to show you how to really fly.” Thorne’s

fingers pushed into him, thicker than before, wider somehow.

“Full.” Rose groaned, shifted. “Fucking full, man.”

“A big man like you needs a man who’ll take control, fill you up.” The words

poured over Rose, and he barely heard them, his focus on his ass, his needy cock.

That stretch continued, huge, stretching him wider than he’d ever been opened.

He shifted, back arching, the pressure making him burn. “So much…”

“You can take it, Rosie.” All of a sudden his body closed around Thorne’s…

wrist.

He stilled, panting. “What the fuck?” Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck. Fuck.

“Shh. I have you, Rosie. Just relax.” Thorne’s fingers wriggled inside him.

“I… What are you…” Oh, fuck.

“I’m holding you in my hand, Rosie.”

“But. But. But…” His heart was racing, the world spinning.

Those fingers moved again, brushing his gland. Thorne began to speak, deep

words that didn’t make any sense to him. All the while those fingers brushed his gland,

working it, making him twist.

“Stunning, Rosie. You are quite stunning.”

“I…” He couldn’t think.

Thorne kept moving his fingers, kept touching him so intimately inside and

lighting everything up.

He let go of the headboard, reaching down for Thorne. One hand was still caught

by the rope, but the other landed on Thorne’s head. The man looked up at him, smiled

wickedly, and turned his hand into a fist inside Rose.

Rose tried to sit up, tried to move. Thorne’s free hand pressed against his chest,

keeping him where he was. “Easy, Rosie. I have you.”

“Yeah?” He needed someone to have him because he was about to fly apart into

a million different directions.

“Yeah. I have you.” Thorne’s fingers opened and curled, again making a fist

inside his body.

Rose cried out, his fingers curling. “Fuck!”

“Beautiful man.” Thorne’s fist moved inside him, fucking him.

Rose roared, the pressure and pleasure huge.

“That’s it. Let it all out.”

He roared again, shaking, sweating, caught. That hand kept moving inside him,

Thorne right there, owning him. The world spun, his balls drawing up tight.

“When I give the word, you can come.”

He shook his head, groaned, trying to focus.

“Yes. You will wait.” Thorne’s whole hand kept moving inside him.

“This is crazy. Fucking crazy.”

“My hand is inside you and you love it.”

Rose looked down. At the sight, his eyes rolled back in his head.

“That’s right, I’m holding you in my hand. Now you know you’re mine.”

Rose’s lips parted, a groan tearing from him.

“Mmm. Okay, Rosie. You can come now.”

His body jerked, but nothing happened. Nothing.

Thorne’s knuckles bumped up against his gland. “I said come.”

Spunk sprayed from him, the seed spreading over his belly. Thorne rubbed it

into his skin, and for a moment it felt like Thorne’s fingers were going to meet through

his body.

Rose’s cock never flagged, his entire body on fire. He’d never felt pleasure like

this. Never.

“Just look at you. Fuck, Rose, you’re stunning.” Thorne’s fingers rippled inside

him. Rose’s abs clenched, and the room rocked, side-to-side.

Thorne’s hand on his belly stroked, urged his muscles to relax. “Easy now. Let

the sensations flow over you.”

A tear escaped one eye, his body overwhelmed. Not hurt, but totally

overwhelmed. Thorne kissed it away, murmuring softly; Rose couldn’t make out any

words, but the sounds eased him.

“So strong, amazing. Never seen someone so giving.” Thorne put more lube

around Rose’s hole, the slick stuff cool, soothing. “Rose. My Rosie.”

Rose took a slow, deep inhale, only able to moan.

“I’m coming out now, so just relax.” Soft kisses landed on his jaw, gentle and

sweet.

The pressure intensified again, Rose’s heart slamming. Thorne’s lips brushed his,

then pushed hard, these kisses as breath-stealing as the first had been. His breath lost,

his world spinning, Rose barely noticed Thorne’s hand slipping free.

He did notice Thorne’s weight as the man climbed onto him, lying on him like he

was a human mattress as the breathtaking kisses continued. Thorne’s cock was like a

brand against him, solid and burning. Almost distracting him. Almost.

Thorne rubbed their noses together, then their lips again, opening them up for

another kiss. He moaned, floating, muscles loose and easy. Thorne moved against him,

nice and easy. Everything was nice and easy.

One of his legs was bent, Thorne’s cock sliding alongside his. Thorne sucked

lazily on his tongue, the man’s movements getting faster. He cupped Thorne’s ass with

his free hand, squeezed.

“Mmm. Love your hands, Rosie.” Thorne rocked a little harder, pushing back

into his hand then forward along his hip.

How could Thorne love them? Already? They’d only just met.

Thorne moaned again, pushing back harder, rocking faster.

“Have you.” Rose’s voice was blown.

“Fuck, yes.” Thorne jerked a few times and heat spread up along Rose’s skin.

They breathed together, in and out, panting.

Thorne petted him, hand gentle on his arm. “Stunning man.”

“Thank you.” His eyelids were heavy.

“Stay the night. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Okay.” Maybe. Maybe he’d just go.

Later.

Thorne untied Rose’s hands and settled like Rose was the most comfortable

pillow ever, his breathing evening out. Rose kept petting, kept touching Thorne for

what seemed like hours.

Chapter Three

Thorne woke with the sun shining on his back, warming him. Not as much as the

man he was lying next to was, but it felt good. Of course, so did Rose. And Thorne

couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept the night through.

He stretched, enjoying the slide of his and Rose’s flesh together. He’d known

when he first saw Rose -- he’d felt it like someone had taken a sledgehammer to him.

This man belonged with him.

Buff and muscled, dark and lovely and instinctively submissive -- Rose was

perfect. Thorne itched to pierce the man -- nipples, cock -- tip and ladder, a guiche,

possibly two… He could imagine them like they were actually there right now.

Then he would start inking the fine skin, fix the little flower on Rose’s hip and

then add to the beauty that was already there. His thoughts had him hard, had him

moaning, and he started rocking.

Rose murmured softly, hands on him, soothing him. He shifted, finding a better

spot for his prick. He wanted to feel Rose’s hole, tight and hot around him. He’d

wanted that last night, too, but Rose had needed his hand, needed to know he was the

man’s Master. Thorne had never met anyone he’d immediately wanted. Who he’d

known was his.

Thorne started moving again, rocking gently as his tongue slipped into the dip of

one of Rose’s collarbone.

“Mmm.” Rose wrapped both arms around Thorne. He was going to tie Rose

spread eagle one day soon and have his wicked way with every amazing inch.

For now, he licked his way down to one sweet nip. He’d put a double piercing in

this one. He wrapped his lips around the bit of flesh and sucked, his tongue playing

with the tip. Who was he kidding? He’d put a double piercing in both.

“Mmm. Morning,” Rose rumbled, shifted underneath him.

“Morning, Rosie.” He gave that pretty nipple a last lick and moved to the other

one.

Rose stretched, the huge muscles moving under Thorne, moving him. Fuck, that

was sexy.

He moaned around Rose’s left nipple, then started sucking it. Rose groaned, the

sound vibrating under Thorne. He could feel the large cock swelling up against his

body, and it made him moan.

Rose’s chin ducked, the beard rubbing against the top of Thorne’s head. He let go

of Rose’s nipple and turned his face up, taking a kiss. Fuck, he could kiss this man

forever.

Rose rolled them, kissing him long and slow. He wrapped his legs around Rose’s

waist, pulling them tighter together. Rose rolled against him, hips moving in a rhythm

old as time.

“Want to be inside you, Rosie.”

“You were. A lot.”

“I was. I held you in my hand -- you needed to know.”

Rose’s cheeks heated. “Know what?”

He reached up and stroked one hot cheek. “That you’re mine.”

“We just met.” Rose pushed into his touch.

“And yet you let me tie up your hand; you kept the other one around the

headboard and you let me put my hand inside you.” On some level, Rose knew what

Thorne knew. Rose’s body had been honest in its reactions to him. It had been rather

stunning.

“I…” Those near-black eyes rolled. “I just…”

He stroked Rose’s cheek. “There’s no shame in finding what you need.” He knew

submission was hard, but for a man of Rose’s size and stature, it was even more so.

Society had certain expectations of men like Rose, and it wasn’t being submissive. To

anyone.

“This is… Whoa.” Rose was going to bolt; Thorne could feel it. His man wasn’t

ready yet.

He brought Rose’s head back down, fed one kiss after another into Rose’s mouth.

His Rosie began to moan, rock against him, cock full and wet-tipped. Rose might

protest, but his body knew Thorne would give it what Rose needed.

Thorne reached up for the lube, eager to feel Rose tight around another part of

his anatomy this morning. He wanted to blow Rosie’s mind, make the man need. He

wrapped one hand around Rosie’s prick and slid his fingers, now slick, along the hot

crack, over the still slightly swollen hole.

His hand had been there only last night. Shuddering, he bit down on Rosie’s

bottom lip.

Rosie cried out, bucked against him. “Want you.”

“Yes. Yes, please.” He pushed two fingers into Rosie’s body, finding it opening

easily to him, still ready from last night.

“Oh. I meant…” Rosie groaned, moaning as he moved, rocking back onto

Thorne’s fingers. “Yeah…”

Yes, he knew what Rosie’s body craved, what the man really wanted -- it was

exactly what he wanted. He pushed a third finger in, stretching them wide and then

pushing deep to brush over Rosie’s gland.

“Fuck!” Rose bucked above him, moving against him. Thorne used that motion

to roll them, putting his big lover beneath him.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” Thorne reached for a condom, rolled it onto his cock, and used the

rest of the lube on his fingers to slick it up. The touch of his own fingers was

maddening. He needed, but not that. He was nearly vibrating, he wanted inside Rosie

so badly.

“Move me.”

Thorne chuckled, settling between Rosie’s legs, his prick nudging at that

stunning little hole. That was the thing, the answer to the whole situation, wasn’t it? “I

couldn’t if you didn’t want me to.”

Rosie was far too strong to let anything happen that he didn’t want. Rosie

wanted him, wanted his cock, his domination, his hunger. Because if he didn’t, the big

man would simply push him aside and leave; he outmatched Thorne completely in the

strength department.

Holding Rosie’s gaze, Thorne pushed slowly in, the tight heat opening for him,

and then closing over his prick so that he felt every inch drag along his cock as he went

in. Rosie groaned, muscles rolling under him.

“You’re a fucking furnace inside.” He’d never been anywhere so hot, so tight.

“Feel you. Feel yesterday.”

Thorne imagined so. “And when you stop feeling me, I’ll do it again.”

Rosie’s eyes rolled, a low moan sounding, and Thorne smiled, pushed in deep.

He stayed right there for a moment, revelling in the sensations. This was the first time

his cock had been buried deep inside Rosie.

It wouldn’t be the last.

Pulling most of the way out, he began to thrust. Rosie had such a sweet, needy

hole. It was made for Thorne. He put a hand in the middle of Rosie’s chest, let that great

strength hold him, and plowed into Rosie with everything he had. It was so fucking

good, better than he’d ever imagined it could be. And he liked to think he had a very

good imagination, especially when it came to sex.

He was going to do everything in his power to make sure he made Rose’s world

good, that he made Rosie stay. He wanted to blow Rosie’s mind, make this the best sex

ever, make every time they made love better than the last.

Shifting, Thorne searched for just the right angle to make this the best fucking

Rosie had ever had. When he found it, Rosie arched, driving down onto his prick.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Right fucking there.” He stayed with it, pushing in hard again

and again.

“There. There. Thorne. Fuck. Don’t stop.” Rosie’s words were exactly what

Thorne wanted to hear. What he’d needed to hear; Rosie was right there with him.

“Not gonna.” He wrapped a hand around Rosie’s prick, jacking as he thrust, as

he banged on that sweet spot. He wanted Rosie to be out of his goddamned mind.

He bent up to bite at a nipple. Rose’s eyes went wide, fingers grabbing Thorne’s

head. Thorne wanted that ring in there, so he could really tug and twist. He wanted to

mark Rosie as his own. No, he needed to, that need like an ache inside him.

“Rosie. My Rosie. Gonna make you come on my cock.”

Rosie moaned, lips moving restlessly. Thorne captured them with his own,

breathing Rosie in. Rosie’s eyes fluttered open, looking right into him. Thorne looked

back, opening himself to this man. The deep moan that slipped into his lips was the

most erotic thing he’d ever heard.

He rubbed his thumb across the tip of Rosie’s cock, stimulating the sweet slit.

Arousal flared in the dark eyes. Need. Thorne had what Rosie needed. He jerked in

harder. Rosie gasped, lips parting.

“Come for me, Rosie. Come on my cock.”

“Oh, fuck.” Heat sprayed between them, thick and wet. He loved the way Rosie’s

come smelled.

Groaning, he thrust a few more times and came, filling the condom.

Rose moaned, lips parted, looking debauched and well-fucked underneath him.

He pressed random kisses over Rose’s face, on the warm cheeks, Rose’s mouth, his jaw.

“I… You’re something else, man.” Rose spoke softly, sounding more than a little

stunned.

“Thank you. You’re pretty special, yourself.”

Rose pinked.

Thorne kissed Rose’s nose. “You are. Get me all hot and bothered and very

happy.” Thorne pulled out slowly, holding the end of the condom and then getting rid

of it in the little garbage can by the bed.

Rose sat up, stretched. “Do you mind if I get a shower, man?”

He slid a hand along Rose’s back. “Do you mind if I join you?” He wasn’t ready

to let this big, beautiful man out of his sight yet. “I can make you breakfast after.”

“It’s your shower.” Rose grinned, winked at him.

“Yes, and I can’t think of a more stunning look for it than to have you in it.” He

got up and stretched.

“You have great ink. I guess I already told you that, huh?”

“I still like to hear it.” He turned slowly, let Rose have a long, good look. Rose

had seen last night, but they’d been… preoccupied.

“I’ve been saving this spot.” Thorne pointed to the large, bare spot over his heart.

He knew what he’d been waiting for now. He’d been saving it for Rosie.

“Yeah?”

“I have. I’m pretty sure I know what goes there now.” Thorne reached out,

touched the little rose on his lover’s hip. “When did you get this?”

“Five years ago on spring break.”

Thorne noticed how Rose’s cock jerked, tried to fill again at his touch. It made

him smile.

“You have to come into the shop so I can fix it. Make it worthy of a man like

you.” He hated bad ink anyway, but on a man as stunning as Rose, it was criminal.

“I’d love that. Thanks.”

“The shower’s this way. It should be big enough for both of us.” He paused at

the door to the bathroom. “If we’re close.”

Rose chuckled for him, smiled, and Thorne found himself smiling back.

He turned on the water, bending and wriggling his ass for Rose. “Where in the

hot scale do you like it?”

“Medium high?” Rose’s hands landed on Thorne’s ass, squeezing.

Grinning, Thorne wriggled and pushed back into Rose’s hands. Rose’s thumbs

rubbed in lazy circles. He loved that Rose was so sensual.

“You’re tight.” Rose started massaging, fingers digging in.

“You have amazing hands. Are you trained?” And don’t stop.

“No. No, the only thing I’m trained in is lifting.”

“You should take some classes.” Thorne stayed leaned over, pushing

rhythmically back into Rosie’s massage.

“Maybe, when I find a job.” Those amazing touches didn’t stop.

“Maybe that should be your job.” Thorne let his head hang and closed his eyes.

“Rubbing your butt?” Rosie’s thumbs dug in.

Thorne laughed, the sound husky. “Mine. And other people’s. And more than

just their butts.” He looked back at Rosie. “You know what I mean.”

“Nah. I don’t want to rub strangers.”

“Massage.” He pushed the toggle so the water went up through the showerhead

instead of the tap.

“I am.” The water crashed around them, the steam building immediately.

“I meant it’s called massage, not rubbing.” He grinned. God, Rosie made him

happy.

“Is it? You sure?”

“I’m sure that’s how it started.” He wriggled his ass into Rosie’s hands again. “It

just might turn into rubbing, though. Not that I’d let you ‘rub’ anyone else. Only

massage for others.”

“Your lower back is tight as hell.” Rosie’s fingers dug in.

Thorne groaned and settled himself against the tile, letting Rosie have at him.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this professionally?”

“Absolutely. I just know about sore muscles.”

That made a lot of sense; as a competitive body builder, Rose no doubt had

suffered from that ailment on a regular basis. “Well, you’re damned good at it.”

“Thank you.” Rosie’s hands moved north.

Thorne moaned. This was like good sex, only different. Every inch of his body

was touched, rubbed, loved on. He felt like melted butter at the end of it, and wound up

leaning against Rosie, letting the big man support him.

They stood in the steam, panting.

“It seems we both have very good hands.” His had been inside Rosie.

“Mmmhmm.” Rose leaned back into the spray, began washing.

Thorne was eye height with those wonderful nipples. They definitely needed

piercing. In the meantime, he took one in his mouth and sucked on it.

“Hey. Hey, tender.”

Wonderful! He pulled harder.

“Thorne!” Rosie’s hands landed on his head.

Thorne slowly let go of Rose’s nipple and looked up, grinning.

“They’re tender.” Rose said it again, as if Thorne didn’t know. He knew.

“I know. That makes it better.”

“Crazy.” Rosie’s body clearly agreed with him, both little nipples hard, as was

Rosie’s wonderful prick.

“Only in a good way, Rosie.” Thorne went back to sucking one sweet nip.

“You better have good hot water.”

“I do. And it goes cold slowly so we’ll have a warning.” He’d spent a lot of time

in this shower; he loved relaxing under the spray. Relaxing under Rosie’s hands had

been even better.

“When do you have to go to work?” Rosie asked.

“I have today off.” The stars had all been aligned when they’d met yesterday.

The evening and then a whole day to be together.

“Oh, yeah?” He got a slow, slow grin from his Rosie.

“You have anywhere you need to be?” He wanted -- no, he needed -- the answer

to be no.

“I probably should job hunt, but I can do that later.”

“Good answer.” He pushed Rose up against the wall and brought the man’s

head down for a kiss.

The heavy, wet hair fell around him, Rose’s beard tickling him. Reaching up, he

stroked Rose’s face. “Let me shave you?”

“What?” That surprised, hungry look was addictive.

“You know, a bit of shaving cream, a razor, your face.”

“I… Why?”

“Because I think you’d look even more studly clean-shaven.” Not to mention it

was intimate and very sexy to do with a partner.

“Sure. Okay, I guess. It’s just a beard. I have to shave for competitions anyway.”

“Well, I want to see your handsome face.”

“Okay. It’s a little weird.”

“How so?” Thorne thought it was like the fisting -- the intimacy was hard for

Rosie, harder than a quick fuck with a one-night stand.

“It’s like… personal.”

“Yes, that’s a part of the draw.” He touched Rose’s face again. “I want to get

personal with you.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever been so personal with me.”

“Good.” He spoke the word fiercely. “I want to be the first. I want to be special.”

He wanted to be the only one.

Rosie kissed him. “You are. I don’t normally kiss.”

“Oh, I love kissing. It’s one of my favorite things. I like kissing you better than

anyone, though.”

“You’ve only known me a few hours.”

Thorne didn’t think that mattered. At all. “I knew after our first kiss I liked

kissing you the best.”

Rose blushed, eyes crinkling along the corners.

That was a sweet look on the man. Thorne bent past Rose and turned off the

water. “We will run out of hot water if I shave you in the shower.”

“Well, that would suck.”

Thorne laughed softly. “It would.” Getting out, he grabbed a bath towel and put

it around Rosie’s shoulders.

They dried off, those huge muscles rippling. Thorne’s eyelids dropped to half-

mast as he watched Rose move. Damn, but Rosie was sex on legs. A low moan might

have dragged out of Thorne from somewhere deep inside.

Rose’s dark eyes met his, burning.

“You’re stunning, Rosie. Simply stunning.” It wasn’t flattery, either -- just plain

truth.

“Thank you. I work hard.”

“Now, let’s show off that handsome face.” Because that would make the face

match the body.

Thorne got out the scissors, the razor, and a few extra blades, along with some

shaving cream. One day he’d have the long hair cut, too, trimmed to a crew cut so Rosie

couldn’t hide from him.

He folded another towel and set it on the lip of the tub. “Sit.”

Rose propped himself up, sat, thighs spread wide.

“Mmm. Yum.” Thorne waggled his eyebrows and grabbed up the scissors. One

of Rose’s legs made a great seat for him, and he began to trim the man’s beard as close

as he could.

Rose’s hair was thick, rough to his fingers. Just trimming the beard, though, gave

Thorne a good idea of how Rose would look without it. He liked what he saw. He

trimmed the mustache last; Rosie rumbled the littlest bit.

“Shh. You’re going to look fantastic, Rosie.”

“Okay. Okay.”

He smiled and gave Rosie a quick kiss before putting down the scissors and

going for the shaving cream. He foamed up his lover’s face, the stubble tickling his

fingers. He kissed Rosie’s nose when he was done.

“Do I look like Santa Claus?”

He laughed, nodding -- maybe a little, and only in the best ways.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Rosie was proving to have one hell of a sense of humor.

He wriggled on Rosie’s knee. “I’ve been a very bad boy this year, Santa.”

Rosie laughed, one hand swatting his butt playfully.

He wriggled again and grinned. “That’s my job, Rosie.”

“I’m not the bad boy, man.”

“No, you probably deserve a reward.” Thorne waggled his eyebrows.

“Uh-huh. Get the shaving done -- my lips are tingling.”

“Are you allergic to the shaving cream?” Thorne began to shave, sliding the

blade along Rosie’s skin.

“No, it’s just the menthol.” Rosie’s eyes closed, chin lifting.

“Okay, we’ll get this done fairly quickly.” He worked easily, baring the lovely

skin.

Rosie was beautiful, skin the color of coffee with heavy cream. It made Thorne

moan, his fingers trailing behind the razor as he shaved.

“You like that.” Rosie leaned into the touch.

“It’s one of the sexiest things -- a man’s bare skin.” He looked into Rosie’s eyes.

“Your bare skin.”

“I get that. You shave a lot for competitions.”

“All that smooth, oiled skin. Beautiful muscles. I can definitely see the appeal.”

Rose flexed for him, and Thorne almost fell off one of Rose’s heavy thighs.

He grabbed onto Rosie’s arm. “Stop that now. Let me finish this.”

“Yes, boss.”

Thorne grinned. “I like the way that sounds.”

Rose chuckled, pushed the heavy jaw toward him. Smiling now, he finished up

the job, working carefully between Rosie’s nose and lips.

“Almost done.” He rinsed Rosie off, tilted his head this way and that to make

sure all was well. “Mmm. Just look at you.”

Rose chuckled, leaned forward, brushed their lips together. “All smooth?”

“All smooth. So sexy. And now I can see you, Rosie.”

Rosie leaned forward, letting the long, dark hair curtain his face.

Thorne laughed, brushing the hair back and hooking it around Rosie’s ears.

“Don’t make me cut this, too.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Then don’t hide behind it, gorgeous.” Thorne knew Rosie was wrong, though. It

would happen, when Rosie was his, full time. Thorne could be patient; he could wait

until Rosie understood. Soon Rosie would come to him, offer up that need.

Thorne leaned in and took a kiss, fingers sliding on the bare cheeks. Rosie’s

moan slipped into his kisses, one after another. He couldn’t believe this sensual, lovely

man had denied himself kisses. Huge, muscled arms wrapped around him. He fucking

loved that, loved feeling surrounded. He slid his own hands over Rosie’s shoulders,

moving slowly.

“Mmm.” Rosie turned him so he was straddling Rose’s thighs, their bellies

together. Thorne rolled gently, just sort of rocking against Rosie.

“Mmm.” The sound vibrated in Rosie’s chest. “You’re warm, man. I like it.”

“Thank you. You’re nice and warm, too. And smooth. I love all these muscles.”

Rose’s answer was a lazy kiss. Thorne hummed happily into it, rocking a little

harder as his prick started firming up. Rose moved him, carefully, slowly, sitting him so

they were rubbing together in all the right places.

“So strong.” He stroked those amazing muscles.

Rose groaned, rippling for him. It made him moan and press closer.

“We should find a chair, a bed,” Rose suggested.

“Can you carry me?”

“Of course.” Rose stood like Thorne weighed nothing, holding him in a sure

grip.

Moaning, he wrapped his arms around Rosie’s neck. Rose brought him to his

bed, eased them both down. He kept his legs wrapped around the strong waist, feeding

Rosie one kiss after another. The kisses were heady, making him dizzy, needy.

He kept humping against Rosie, their pricks hard and leaking.

“Want to fuck you this time, man,” Rose told him.

Thorne touched Rose’s smooth cheek. “Then lie back and I’ll ride you, Rosie.”

Rose moaned and leaned back on his bed, cock full and heavy. Bending, Thorne

wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard.

“Thorne!” Rosie’s hips rolled up, fat prick pushing deep.

Thorne pulled away, keeping just the tip in his mouth, tongue playing with

Rosie’s slit.

“Oh, oh, fuck. Fuck, Thorne. Need.” Rose’s hips punched up.

Thorne hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he pulled Rosie in deeper. Rosie’s

hands tangled in his hair. “Fuck…”

He smiled around the cock in his mouth and then went back to sucking, his head

bobbing.

“I’m… I’ll… Thorne.”

He had no problem with Rosie coming. He rolled Rosie’s balls and spunk

splashed in his mouth, on his tongue. He swallowed it down, still sucking, cleaning

Rosie’s prick. His fingers pushed behind the heavy balls, sliding over the sweet, swollen

hole. He dipped his finger inside.

“Uhn.” Rosie squeezed, jerked around him. Thorne pushed his finger deeper and

wriggled it.

“Mmm.” He licked a line along Rosie’s flagging cock, making it jerk.

“Sweet and salty and good.” He looked up at Rosie.

“You… I wanted to make you feel good.”

“Are you going to roll over and go to sleep?” he asked.

“What? What, no. No!”

Thorne liked the quick reply. “Then you can still make me feel good.”

Rose nodded, cheeks pink. “Right. Come here.”

Thorne slid up that lovely body until they were face to face again.

“Hey.” Rose drew him close, kissed him slow and deep.

Thorne lost himself in it, in the taste of Rose, in the way those smooth cheeks felt

against him. His lips ached, just the slightest bit swollen with their lovemaking, with

Rosie’s hunger. He moved his hips, rubbing his prick against that amazing abdomen.

“Mmm.” Rosie reached down, fingers circling Thorne’s dick, thumb rubbing the

tip.

“Oh, yeah. Don’t be afraid to be a little rough.” Sometimes a bit of a harsh touch

felt good.

“I wouldn’t hurt you.” The touch intensified.

He groaned, hips moving hard.

Rosie worked him, fingers squeezing and pulling, tugging at him. He raised his

head, begging another kiss, and Rosie gave it to him, tongue pushing in, tasting him. He

moaned, hips moving faster. That hand worked him like a master, base to tip, furious.

“Oh, fuck, Rosie. Gonna…”

“Come on. Want to make you feel good.”

“Do.” Thorne nodded; Rose did make him feel good, but that one word was the

only one he could get out as spunk sprayed out of him.

“Yeah.” Rosie grunted the word out.

He kept rocking into Rosie’s hand, stretching the pleasure out as long as he

could. Rosie’s grip gentled, fingers caressing him now, moving slow and easy.

“You keep me hard, I’m going to have to do you again.” Not that he was

complaining about the thought.

“I thought I was doing you.” Rosie smiled against his lips.

Thorne chuckled and licked that smile. “Maybe after breakfast. You have to be

hungry.”

“Starving.”

“For food?” Thorne waggled his eyebrows as he teased the man.

On cue, Rose’s belly snarled, making itself known. Collapsing against Rose,

Thorne laughed out loud.

“Come on, I’ll make you eggs and bacon.” The first breakfast of many, if Thorne

had his way.

Given the smile on Rosie’s face and the look in the man’s eyes, Thorne was pretty

sure he would.

Sean Michael

Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving

for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends days surfing, smutting, organizing

an immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small,

secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs.

While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean

whiles away the hours between dropping the F-bomb and perusing the Kama Sutra by

channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to

Chicago.

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn

the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? Sean’ll stick with writing stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty

bodies together to see if they spark.

You can write to Sean at [e-mail], or visit his websites. For

Sean Michael’s M/M works, see www.seanmichaelwrites.com. For Sean’s adventures

into the HET world as S. Michael, see

www.seanmichaelwrites.com/smichaelbooks.html.