September 2004

The music was rocking, the smell of beer and popcorn good. Hell, if he could smoke, he'd be at a bar.
'Course then he couldn't get fucked over the table and where the fuck was the fun in that? Rig racked the
balls up on the pool table, looked back at Dick. "You have to do two shots as a handicap before we
start."

"Shots of what? And two? I'm not that good."

Rock snorted and set up two shot glasses on the little bar, filling them with tequila. "One after the other.
Bambam ."

Rig nodded, grinned. "You're a ringer, kid. It's only fair."

Dick gave him a suspicious look. "We're not suddenly playing for money, are we?"

"Shit, no. Sex." He toed off his boots, no reason to keep them on.

"Oh, that's okay then. 'Cause I still win, even if I lose. Even if I only get to watch."

Rock chuckled as Dick tossed back the tequila. "Kid's working on taking away your King of the Sluts
title, Rig."

His answer was interrupted by Dick's coughs, the kid's eyes watering.

"But he's fucking cute,Rocketman . Just adorable." He chuckled, shook his head.

"Damn, that burns."

Rock handed Dick over a beer to chase the tequila down with and Dick took nearly two thirds of it in
two long gulps.

"It'll turn warm, kid." He grinned, winked, poured himself one.

"I don't have to stay two ahead of you, do I?" Dick asked, blinking. "And I want to break before I start
seeing double."

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"Hell, no. I just want one." He grinned, winked and poured the salt on his hand to take his shot.

Rock chuckled. "Go on, kid, make the break."

Dick watched him lick the salt, eyes on his tongue, smiled and then turned to make his break, bending
over the pool table, working the cue.

"Mmm..." He wandered over to squeeze that pretty ass.

Dick squeaked, scratching the table.

Rock chuckled. "I'm up."

Rig grinned, pinched again.

Dick squeaked again, turning to give him a quick kiss. "That's cheating."

"Touching is cheating? No..."

"It is while I'm trying to shoot! I'm not drunk yet."

Rock chuckled and came to loop an arm around the kid's shoulders. "You need another shot of tequila,
kid? Go ahead and take your shots first. I'm solids. Sank four."

"Four? Shit the old man's on a roll." Rig poured himself another. He was way out of his league when it
came to pool.

Dick nodded and grinned and proceeded to sink every last stripe.

Rock shook his head. "Suck his brains out of his cock, Rig and I'll pour him another shot."

"Oooh. Yes, sir." Rig grinned over, dropping to his knees.

"Oh. Is this my prize?" Dick asked, smile just starting to get a little wonky at the edges.

"You know it." He chuckled, worked the kid's jeans open.

Dick whimpered, hands sliding into his hair. "Oh, lucky me."

"Now you know why I want to win so bad, kid."

Rig blushed, grinned, lips sliding over the tip of Dick's prick as it popped free. Those so sweet noises
started up, Dick so responsive. He just went with it, eyes closed, the slow burn of the tequila making
things soft.

Rock's warmth came up behind him, hands dropping to his shoulders, a low purr sounding. Oh, yeah.
That just made it better, brought them all together. He heard them kissing, the sounds wet and slick. His
head started bobbing, lips working that hard cock, tongue sliding over the slit.

Dick's hips moved beneath his hands, pushing the long cock into his mouth. That was it. Just what he
needed, to feel that heat slide over his tongue.

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"Oh, fuck, Rig." Dick's hips started snapping, the whimpers and moans getting louder.

"That's it, kid. Give it to him, you know he wants it."

He relaxed his throat, drawing Dick in deeper, farther, more. His fingers curled around Dick's hips,
encouraging the motions.

"Oh!" Dick cried out, hips jerking a few more times and then that long prick throbbed, spunk splashing
against the back of his throat. He drank Dick down, humming, purring around the long cock.

"Oh. Oh, that was really good."

Rock chuckled. "Man's the best."

Dick nodded vigorously.

"Okay, get yourself another shot, kid, while Rig and I play this round."

He stood, licked and nuzzled Dick's belly on the way up, ending on a warm, deep kiss. Dick's arms
looped over his shoulders, going in for a second kiss.

Rock popped his ass. "Rack 'emup, cowboy."

He squeaked into Dick's mouth and then moved to set up the balls. "Yougonna break,Rocketman ?"

"Sure thing and I promise to go easy on your ass." Rock gave him a wink.

He chuckled, racked the balls up and stepped over to steal half of Dick's tequila. Dick giggled, tongue
sliding in to tangle with his. He heard the click of the balls, Rock's crow as the balls sank, but most of his
attention was on the kiss. Dick moaned and leaned into him, leaned into the kiss.

"Let the kid's tongue go and come sink a few stripes, Rigger."

Damn. "'kay."

He grabbed the cue and lined up, sinking a ball or two and then scratching. "You're up,Rocketman ."

"Don't go too far, Rig, I've only got two balls to sink and then your ass is mine."

"Was my ass on the line?" He chuckled, gave Blue his best innocent redneck look.

Rock snorted. "You better fucking believe it."

"I thought the person sitting out was supposed to give the prize?" Dick was frowning, leaning against the
bar.

Rig chuckled, cute little lightweight. "Nope, kid. Loser pays, you get to play the winner."

"Then how come Rock lost but you sucked me?"

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"Uh..." Rig chuckled. "Because I like sucking you?" Because Rock mentioned it and it was a damned
fine idea.

"Oh. Okay." Dick beamed at him. "So Rock'sgonna suck you now?"

"No, kid, I'm taking Rig's ass." Rock chuckled. "Maybe we've given him too many."

"He's young." He helped Dick sit, winking. "No getting stupid. Sit. Blink."

"I'm not stupid. Just floating a little." Dick kissed him and sat smiling goofily at him. "Gonnawatch, k?"

"Works for me." He grinned, leaned close, licking at Dick's lips.

Dick moaned, licking back.

Rock's hands slid around his hips. "You want me to do you here so you can keep playing with the kid's
tongue?"

"Did you win?" He spread his thighs, nuzzling Dick's cheek. "Here or where you can see?"

Rock chuckled. "Does it even matter right now?"

"Here's good," murmured Dick.

"Matter?" He pushed back, eyes fastened on Dick's, horny as hell.

Dick grinned. "Thought I was the drunk one."

"You are, kid. Rig's just a little passion addled."

"Wow, Rock knows what addled means." Dick giggled, even after Rock swatted him one.

"He's a winner, that one." He winked at Dick, leaned to lick at Dick's lips.

The taste of laughter and tequila mixed together, getting twisted up with the sensation of Rock's fingers
pushing into his ass. Oh. His thighs tensed, body begging, pushing back towards that touch. Dick's
tongue played with his, long fingers sliding idly over his skin, teasing and tickling and rubbing. Rock's
fingersscissored and thrust inside him, stretching him open for that fat prick.

Dick worked his t-shirt off, let him step out of his open jeans and leave himself naked. His cock was full,
hard, aching for a touch. Both Dick and Rock seemed to know, deliberately skirting his groin, his cock
and balls left hanging, wanting.

Rig groaned, breath coming quick and light, eyes rolling just a little. "Damn..."

Dick's eyes were unfocussed but happy, the kid's kisses growing sloppier, deeper.

"Here I come, Rig," muttered Rock, fingers leaving his ass.

"Yeah. Want you." He spread, gasping, hips tilting.

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Rock's hands settled on his hips, tugging him back onto that fat cock, spreading him wide as Dick's
tongue mimicked the motions with his mouth.

"Oh. Oh." He grabbed Dick's shoulders, body rippling.

"Fucking sexy, Rig."

Rock's words slid along his spine, and finally the kid's hand wrapped around his cock, holding him
loosely.

"Fuck, yes." Rig nodded, hips rocking nice and slow.

Each of Rock's thrusts pushed his cock through Dick's hand, the kid's fingers slowly squeezing tighter as
Rock worked harder. The mixture of booze and burn was sweet, addictive, driving him higher. Dick's
noises filled his mouth, one after another, moans and whimpers, soft gasps. Rock's grunts slid along his
spine, lips and tongue hot against his skin.

Oh, sweet fuck. Yes. Rock. More. Yes. His eyes rolled, hips bucking. Rock shifted, pulled hard on his
hips and that fat prick slid across his gland. He bucked, head coming up. "Oh! Again!"

"And again and again, Rigger.Gonna fucking make you scream."

"Love it when he talks dirty," murmured Dick.

He nodded, gasping, room fucking spinning. Dick's hand sped on his cock, Rock's thrusts getting harder
and harder.

"Gonna..." Rig arched, crying out as he shot hard.

"Yes!" Rock roared, pumping hard and filling him with heat.

"Oh. Fuck, yeah..." He groaned, panting and resting against Dick, body shivering.

Dick's hands slid over his skin, the kid humming happily. Rock pulled out slowly, growling a little.

"Mm..." Rig went to his knees, panting. "Damn."

Dick's fingers curled into his hair. "Oh man, that was fucking sexy."

"Damn right, kid."

He grinned, nuzzling right in. "Flattery will get you anywhere."

"Oh, no. I need to beat the kid at his game before this turns into an orgy."

"Can you have an orgy with three people?"

Rock snorted. "Where have you been the last six months?"

He reached back and pinched. "I meant, are we an orgy? Don't you have to have like, five?"

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"I would have thought I was man enough for three," Rock noted, swatting his ass.

"Two, tops." He wriggled, trying to protect his butt.

Dick gave him a look like he was crazy and Rock swatted his ass again, harder this time. "Bitch. I'll
show you just two."

He squeaked, scooting away, laughing hard.

Rock caught a hold of him and bent him back over the bar, big body pressed up hard against him. "Two,
tops?"

Oh, fuck that was sweet. "Tops."

"I'll show you two." Rock turned him, prick hard again, pushing at his hole.

Fuck, yes. "Thought you..." He moaned, shivering. "Thought you were going to show me three."

"Can't talk. Fucking."

He could hear Dick laughing softly, but the sound disappeared beneath the sensation of that fat cock
taking him hard.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. I... Yes." He nodded, panting, eyes rolling.

It didn't matter that Rock had just fucked him, there was nothing like that fat prick blowing into him,
Rock's low growls vibrating against his back.

He took it all, shaking, happy, needing it now just like the first time. "Don't stop."

"Not a fucking chance of me stopping anytime soon."

"Good. Need this." He leaned his head back, begging a kiss.

Rock's mouth closed over his, the kiss hard, all-encompassing, Rock just taking his mouth. His entire
body went tight, squeezing that heavy cock, clenching around it. Rock growled into his mouth, pumping
harder, faster.

He rode until he couldn't catch his breath, couldn't see. Then Rock's prick wrapped around his cock,
tugging hard, demanding his orgasm.

He gave it up, just like that, the heat zipping through him.

"Yeah, that's it." Rock kept moving, a little slower now, just keeping the aftershocks coming. "How
many, Rig?"

"I... that was two. Two, Rock."

"We'll see about that," murmured Rock, thrusts growing heat again, that growl back.

He moaned, eyes rolling. "Won't get it up again, Blue..."

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"Bull fucking shit, Rabbit."

He chuckled, groaned when it made him squeeze Rock's prick.

"Three in a row, Rigger. You think two could do that?"

"I..." Oh, fuck, he wasn't completely sure what all the twos and threes stood for anymore.

Harder and harder, that fat cock pounded into him. Rock's hand slid along his belly, teasing its way up
toward his nipples.

"Sweet fuck. Oh. Oh." His body was pushing back, demanding more.

"That's right, Rig. Sweet fuck." One nipple was twisted, tugged, and then the other.

He jerked, eyes wide. "Rock!"

Rock chuckled. "That's right." Rock's fingers kept playing, kept plucking.

His fingers covered Rock's, either trying to pull them away or pull them closer.

"Gonnagive it up for me again, Rig?" Rock's mouth found his neck, tongue licking across that one spot
that drove him fucking crazy. "The kid's watching like he's never seen anything like it."

"I. Fuck. Rock." He was blinking, gasping, needing so fucking bad. He grabbed one of Rock's hands,
pulled it down to his cock. "Need."

"I know, Rabbit. I know exactly what you need." That big hand wrapped around his prick, thumb sliding
across the tip, pushing into his slit.

"Blue!" He arched, room going sparkly and grey around the edges, spunk just pouring from him.

Heat filled him, Rock's roar cradling him, like those strong arms, just holding him. He shook, breathing
hard, trusting in his Blue to hold him up.

The world shifted and shook, Rock lifting him and carrying him to the chair Dick had been sitting in. Oh.
So good to him. He stroked one of Rock's cheeks, cuddling in.

Rock purred as the kid joined them on the strong lap. "We're a fucking orgy, Rig."

Dick giggled. "I'll say."

He just nodded. Anything Rock said.

Anything at all.

October 2004

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Rock scrubbed the fucking toilet, grumbling and growling and not fucking happy about it.

He hated it when Rig was away.

And it wasn't just because of the toilet, although that certainly brought it all into focus.

He hated latrine duty. It was a fucking punishment on the job and it was a punishment at home. No Rig,
no talented mouth wrapped around his prick every morning, though the kid did his best, no home cooked
meals and he had to clean the fucking latrine.

And yeah, there was less to clean with Dick around to help, but the kid was insisting they do the chores
every weekend, so he was going to be stuck doing it three times before Rig came home, instead of the
usual last minute do it all once just before Rig got home.

He growled some more, turning his head when he noticed the shadow. Dick stood casually in the
doorway.

"You want something, kid?"

"All you need's the little French maid uniform to complete the picture."

He took a breath, muscles tensing and the only thing that wasgonna save the kid was that he wasn't as
fast getting off his knees as he used to be.

***

Damn, Rig did a lot around here.

Dick had never realized just how much until the second time Rig was off working for a few weeks. The
first time he and Rock had kind of let things slide and then there'd been a panic day of mass cleaning and
stuff. They hadn't been done when Rig got back. So this time, he made sure they did everything on the
weekend each weekend that Rig was gone.

The thing was, Rig usually did all this shit by himself.

Dick shook his head. Him and Rock needed to help out more.

***

"You want me to what?"

Rock glared at Dick. He and the kid had a three day and Rig didn't, which meant here they were on
Friday afternoon, fooling around on thePlaystation .

"Not just you, both of us. We should wash the bathroom and do the lawn, maybe pick up the groceries
and dust or something."

"Why the fuck would I want to do that on my day off?"

"Because Rig'sgonna do it all by himself tomorrow if we don't do some of it today." The kid looked like
butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

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Rock shook his head. "Rig's particular about how things get done and I know better than to interfere."

"Well I'm going to do the bathroom."

Rock picked up the paper and started reading. "Knock yourself out, kid."

***

Rig loved his Saturday mornings -- he brewed the good coffee, turned his old good CDs on, got the
house just so.

Then he tookGrimmy for a jog and stopped at the donut shop, drank another coffee and read the paper,
grabbed donuts to bring home.

Then, if it wasn't winter? He mowed and trimmed and weeded and pottered outside until his marines
started waking up.

It was his routine, his way of keeping shit together, his way of being Alexander Roberts for a morning,
which nobody but him and maybe his folks would understand.

Of course, the more often that Dick woke up, worked alongside him, helped, the more Rig looked
forward to that, too. He enjoyed the quiet laughter, the company for his jog, the joking as they wandered
through theWal Mart or the grocery.

One morning, early and cool, he woke to find the good coffee already set up, enough for two.

Yeah. He loved his Saturday mornings.

***

It was pouring out, dark and grey and cold. Lightning and thunder came and went as storms blew
through, but so far they hadn't lost power. Of course given they were now watching John Wayne for the
thousandth time, it wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world.

Still, it was a lazy,cozy Sunday afternoon, three bodies curled together under a blanket, the smell of
popcorn and sex strong.

"Who's yourfavorite Hollywood cowboy?" asked Dick as the credits started to roll.

Rig thought on it, teeth chewing on that kiss-swollen bottom lip. "I'm partial to the Duke, of course, but
Eastwood is good. Kris Kristofferson, too."

"Are they authentic?"

Rock hit rewind on the remote and started cycling through TV channels, looking for sports. The kid did
like to listen to Rig talk. He suspected Dick had a thing for that drawl. Not that he wouldn't admit it was
damned sexy.

"I reckon some of bits of all of 'emare, you know?" Rig shrugged. "I mean, there's lots of folks who'd
say I wasn't a cowboy -- I rode a lot, chased cattle round the pasture, but I didn't do the rodeo thing."

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"So you're only a cowboy in Texas if you do the rodeo thing? 'Cause I always thought it was anyone
who wore boots and a cowboy hat."

"It depends on who you talk to, kid, but boots and a hat don't make a cowboy. Any fool can manage
that." Rig shook his head. "I'm not sure there's any rules. Just, you are a cowboy or you're not."

"So are you a cowboy then?"

Rock snorted. "Through and through. You can take the boy out of Texas but you can't take Texas out of
the boy. You just wait until thechilicookoff is on."

Rig grinned, pinked a little, but nodded. "I am proud of my roots, some."

"Some?" Rock chuckled and would have swatted Rig's ass if the man hadn't been sitting on it. "That's
like saying I like my morning blow jobs. Some."

That got a chuckle, Rig rolling his eyes. "It's like the old saying. Never ask a man if he's from Texas. If
he is? He'll tell you. If he's not?Ain't no use embarrassing the poor thing."

That had him rolling his own eyes, the kid giggling away.

"So is everything bigger in Texas, Rig?"

He waited for the answer to that one, ready with his own non-Texan evidence that not everything was.

"Nope. But damn near everything's better." One hand reached out, slid down his belly. "And there's
precious little that would get my ass to leave."

He stretched, encouraging Rig's hand down. "Nothing little about that, Rig."

"No?" Rig hummed, fingers wandering, sliding through his pubes, down to cup his balls.

He purred, legs spreading. "You tell me," he suggested.

Dick grinned. "It always comes back to sex, doesn't it?"

"You're the one who brought it up, kid."

"I did?"

"Yep."

"How?"

"Let me quote you. 'So is everything bigger in Texas, Rig?'" He grinned as the kid blushed a little. He
loved that. Kid could suck you down like a fucking Hoover, but he could still blush, too.

Rig leaned over, lips sliding over the kid's jaw as his cock was taken in those long fingers. "How could it
not be about sex, Dick? With you two right here? Naked? Warm?"

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"I don't know." The kid's voice was soft, already lost. Rig kind of had that effect on both of them. His
own hips were already pushing, wanting.

"Nothing wrong with making each other feel good. Nothing wrong with taking what you need." Rig was
licking at Dick's neck, fingers sliding on his cock and driving him crazy.

Dick moaned softly, hands reaching out, fingers finding Rig's shoulders and holding on. Kid was a slut,
just like his Rig. A real hedonist. Those grey eyes grinned over Dick's shoulder, self-satisfied and pleased
as fuck.

Grinning, he wrapped his hand around Rig's, tugging on his prick.

"Greedy." Rig bit Dick's earlobe, thumb sliding along the head of his cock.

He laughed as Dick gasped. "Nothing wrong with taking what you need."

A long groan was pulled from him as Rig's thumb slid across the head again.

"Mmm... what do you need, kid?" That wicked tongue kepttraveling , teasing Dick the whole way.

"Oh... anything."

Rock chuckled at the kid. "Or everything?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want to fuck me? Want my mouth?" Rig was wicked, that drawl pure sex.

"Oh, fuck." A sweet shudder went through the kid.

"Either way I'll fuck you," he told the kid.

Dick nodded, ass pushing back toward him.

Rig chuckled, brought Dick's lips close for a kiss. "Decide, now."

"Your mouth?"

Rock snorted. "That a question, kid?"

Dick shook his head and cleared his throat. "I want to your mouth, Rig. Please."

"Mmm... yeah. Yeah, kid." Rig licked at Dick's mouth, the little slut still working his prick. Not that he
was complaining. Just the opposite, in fact, his hips pumping his prick through those fingers. He reached
under the cushions, searching for the lube.

Rig had the kid twisting, moaning, shivering as that mouth moved down, licking and kissing. The kid sure
made some sweet noises, like their very own private porn soundtrack. He found the lube and slicked up
his fingers, teasing Dick's hole. Rig's head disappeared beneath the blanket, hand losing its rhythm for a
minute.

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Dick jerked, soft whimpers sounding. Rock purred, pushing one finger into the tight heat of Dick's body.
He could hear Rig's low, hungry sounds muffled by the blanket.

He fucking lived for this, for the fucking and the sucking. He made one finger two, stretching Dick out,
knowing between them they were blowing the kid's fucking mind. His fingers slid away.

Rig's hand guided his cock into Dick's hole, insistent, hot. He groaned, pushing in,reveling in the tight
heat that gave way to his cock. Dick was caught between them, moaning and rocking, pushing back onto
his cock, into Rig's mouth.

He set a fast pace, knowing the kid wasn't going to last long, not with Rig's mouth working that long
cock in addition to his own cock working Dick's ass. Rig's hands landed on his hips, holding them
together, joining them. Dick rocked between them, moans getting louder, more urgent.

He heard Rig's hum, felt it as the kid went tight around him. It only took a few more thrusts to have that
tightness double, holding him deep inside as the kid shot into Rig's mouth. Rig's fingers slid along his ass,
a low hungry sound floating up from the blankets.

He gave a few more shallow thrusts, feeling the aftershocks flutter around his cock, and then he pulled
out, stroking the kid's back.

"Shift over a bit, kid. Let me give Rig a go on theRocketman ."

"Oooh...gonna let me play ride 'emcowboy?"

"Fuck, yeah. Give the kid a demonstration of how a real cowboy does it."

Dick laughed breathlessly, shifting over to sit at the end of the couch, Rig's head coming to rest on his
thigh as he spread out. Rig's tongue slipped out, brushed his balls, then Rig was crawling up his body,
flushed and hard and grinning.

He couldn't help but grin back, prick hard enough to scratch glass, hands going around to grab Rig's ass.
"You ready for me?"

"Born ready, you know it." Rig wiggled, leaning in to lick his lips.

He did.

He leaned back against the couch, legs spreading as he shifted Rig, brought that sweet hole to his cock.
Rig groaned, smile widening as his cock slid in deep.

"Slut." He mouthed the word to Rig.

Rig nodded, leaned in to whisper, "Yours."

Fuck, yes. His answer was a thrust, hard and deep inside Rig.

Rig groaned, bucked, those grey eyes rolling. "Yeah..."

Dick moved closer, mouth sliding over Rig's and then his own, sharing kisses between them as his
cowboy rode him. So familiar, so easy, so fucking *good*, Rig just danced on his prick, moving, sliding

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on him. He didn't try to hasten the pace or anything -- he could do this all fucking day and so could Rig,
he knew that for a fact.

His fingers slid up along the skinny body, searching out that spot just under Rig's ribs and moving slowly
toward those super sensitive littletitties .

"Mmm.." Rig's head fell back, throat working, belly going tight as he touched.

The kid's mouth met his fingers on Rig's nipple, tongue lapping at his fingertip to send a tendril of extra
heat through him.

"Oh, sweet fuck." Rig jerked, eyes closing. That fine fucking mouth was open, panting.

"They're like little buttons," murmured Dick.

He laughed, nailing Rig's gland on his next thrust. "That they are, kid. Buttons straight to his cock."

"Oh. Again. Right there, man. Right fucking there."

He nodded and thrust again. Yeah, he knew where Rig's buttons were. He pushed the kid's head down
between them, encouraging Dick to suck that hot, hard cock. Rig moved faster, low groans filling the air,
so hungry. He followed Rig's lead, watching until Dick's head started moving up and down, cheeks
hollowing out, and then his attention went to those grey eyes, the heat in them searing.

Blue. The word was mouthed, not even whispered, those eyes fucking focused. He growled a little,
hands wrapping around Rig's waist, pulling him down hard to meet each thrust. Rig nodded, going tight as
a fist around him, teeth sinking into that bottom lip.

"That's it, Rig. Shoot into the kid's mouth. Come on my cock. Come on, give it to us. You know you
want to." He fucking lived for this. For the visceral fucking pleasure of burying himself balls deep in Rig's
ass.

The cry was sweet, the way that long body milked him sweeter. He held on as long as he could and the
kid was coming up for air when he let go, pushing up hard into Rig one last time as he shot his load deep.

He collapsed back against the couch, hands holding Rig, touching that fine skin.

Rig cuddled down onto his chest, humming low, vibrating. "'s good."

"Fuck, yeah." He sure wasn't going to disagree on that point.

The kid snuggled in against his side and he purred, warm and sated and the fucking stud of the house,
making them both come like he did. Rig's lips brushed his shoulder, grey eyes shining.

The thunder and lightning started up again outside, competing with whatever shit was on the tube -- he
had no clue what he'd left it on when they'd started fucking.

"I can't think of a better way to spend a fucking nasty Sunday afternoon."

The kid nodded against his shoulder. "Unless it was more."

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He snorted. "You're like the goddamned energizer bunny."

"Yep. Our own personalfuckbunny ." Rig grinned, winked at the kid. Which had the kid just giggling
away again, kind of half rubbing against him.

His own cock twitched deep inside Rigger.

Rig squeezed, chuckled. "I feel you."

"Kid's inspiring me."

That made Dick giggle again, one hand wrapping around Rig's spent cock, tugging it enthusiastically. The
kid was hot and hard against him, hips sliding that heat along his thigh.

"Kid, I'm not a teenager anymore, honest." Rig shook his head, laughing and reaching to tickle Dick's
ribs.

Dick scooted out of the way, but didn't let go. "What's being a teenager got to do with it? You guys are
sex walking."

Rig pinked and grinned wide. "We're walking sex,Rocketman ."

He chuckled and stretched, staying inside Rig. "So I hear. Kid might be a bit biased, but that doesn't
make it any less true."

"We need t-shirts." Rig chuckled, leaned down to nip at his collarbone. He purred at the touch, the
sound morphing into a moan as Dick's free hand cupped his balls, weighing them, thumb stroking them.

"I don't need a t-shirt -- the whole package just screams stud."

"Nothing wrong with your ego," Dick laughed.

"No reason to deny the truth." Any modesty on his part would be false -- he was a grade A all American
stud and he knew it.

"No shit. Beautiful fucking bastard." Rig nuzzled, lips tracing his skin.

He purred, cock twitching again, struggling to get hard. The kid was still cupping and playing with his
balls, too, and with Rig's cock.

"Mmm... feel so good,Rocketman ." Rig was humming and licking, every so often shocking him with a
bite. Dick was making happy noises, rubbing harder against him now.

Rock shook his head. "No fucking way. I'm too fucking old." Somebody needed to tell that to his prick
because it was slowly but surely getting hard inside Rig's ass.

"We'll both just be too old together." Rig chuckled, teeth scraping against his nipple. He jerked,
groaned, cock responding, hands grabbing Rig's ass and holding on tight.

"Mmm... You like that." Rig did it again and again, teeth scraping and sending sparks through him.

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"Fuck." His hips jerked and he moaned loudly as Dick's fingers squeezed his balls.

"You're not feeling real old to me, Blue." Rig's ass squeezed.

"I told you the kid was inspiring. Add him to you and fuck... I may never get it down again." He gave Rig
a wink, one hand reaching out to touch Dick, fingers sliding on skin.

Rig nodded, leaning to offer the kid that mouth. Their kiss was sloppy and needy, noisy and wet. It was
fucking sexy. Rig's body shifted, moved as the kid's tongue fucked those amazing lips.

He groaned and there was no denying that his prick was just as hard as could be now and he moved
with Rig, sliding all the way out and then pushing back in again, nearly fucking shouting as that tight ring of
muscles squeezed the head of his cock.

"Oh. Fucking sweet." Rig groaned, did it again.

"Fuck yes."

"You want to fuck the kid while I do you again?" Rock asked.

Dick moaned and nodded. "Yeah, he does. Right?"

"Always." Rig gave the kid a smile. "Always."

Dick grinned and turned, offering his ass, just like that.

Laughing, Rock pulled out of Rig, groaning at the loss of that tight heat. He shoved the tube of slick into
Rig's hand. "Make it fast, I'm not feeling patient."

"Pushy." Rig leaned down, nuzzling the kid's lower back while those long fingers pushed in.

Dick cried out, rocking back onto Rig's fingers. He pushed two of his own into Rig. "You blame me?" he
asked. Of course he was fucking pushy -- Rig had the finest ass. Rig's ass clenched around him, pulling
his fingers in.

He laughed huskily. "Now who's the greedy one?"

"Me. Me. Me." Dick sang, pushing back hard against Rig's fingers.

Rig chuckled, licking his way up Dick's spine. "You, you, you..."

"Uh-huh. Soon, please?" Dick was just making all sorts of noises, just letting them both know how
fucking hot and needy he was.

Purring, he pushed another finger into Rig, using Rig's own movements to fuck that sweet ass with them.

Rig shifted, sliding into the kid's tight ass with one long smooth stroke. He groaned and settled behind
Rig, replacing his fingers with his cock, just sinking in. There. Fuck, yeah. All three of them together.

They moved like a well-oiled machine, him pushing into Rig who pushed into Dick. Over and over again.
Their moans slid together, combined like their bodies and there was nothing fucking like it.

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Rig was whispering to the kid, making Dick moan and jerk. He purred, sliding his fingers along Rig's
spine, letting his fingernails scrape just a little.

"Mmm..." Rig rippled and arched, their thrusts speeding.

He could handle that. He wrapped his hands around Rig's hips and started driving their movements,
plunging into that sweet ass, finding Rig's gland and nailing it over and over again.

"Fuck, yeah. Don't stop. Rock." Rig's hands were tugging Dick back onto that heavy cock.

"Fuck no." Why the hell would he stop? He just kept fucking. They moved faster and faster, heat just
growing between them.

The kid came first, crying out, the scent of spunk growing strong again. Oh yeah. He pushed harder into
Rig. Rig's body clamped down around him, a soft moan filling the air.

"Oh fuck, yes." He just stayed where he was, buried inside Rig's body, and let that sweet, clenching ass
pull his spunk right out of him.

They slumped together, panting, heated. Rock purred and eventually slid out of Rig's body, collapsing
onto the couch, hand petting idly.

"Mmm... shower and then pizza?" Rig's eyelids were drooping.

"I could nap first."

The kid nodded, cuddling up against Rig, pushing them all closer together. "Me too."

He chuckled. "We wore him out, Rig." Of course he was worn out, too.

"Go us." Rig nuzzled in, humming.

Dick giggled. "I'm just encouraging you to rest so we can do it in the shower."

Rock laughed. "Not even you can get it up again without some rest and food, kid." Not that he wasn't
above giving it his best shot if that's the way the kid wanted to go. Still, even he would admit it was
probably a good thing the kid started snoring about then. Sometimes an old stud liked to just rest on his
laurels.

November 2004

Rock was like a bear with a sore paw:growly and likely to swat at you if you went near him. Dick knew
what the problem was, too. Rig had been pulling extra shifts while the entire base was down with the flu.

Somehow none of them had managed to catch it, but half the place had and that meant more patients
and less nurses and doctors available to treat them. So Rig had picked up what slack he could and it had
been over a week since they'd had any time together.

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Now Dick filled in where he could and he was getting damned good at that morning blow job thing, if he
did say so himself. Still, he wasn't Rig. And frankly, neither was Rock, which meant he was missing their
lover, too.

They'd eaten -- pizza for supper again -- and were parked in front of thetv now, Rock changing
channels like a man possessed. Dick was going to head for bed soon, just to get away from the eternal
clicking.

"Just pick something."

"What?"

He winced at Rock's growl. Still. He lived here, too.

"Thetv . You're clicking incessantly -- just pick something to watch."

"I don't know, kid, right now watching you pull the remote out of your ass sounds like fun."

He stuck his tongue out at Rock.

Steps sounded on the front porch, then the door got kicked hard. "Y'all,lemme in. I brought fried
chicken."

Rock was up like a shot and he was right behind, grinning as Rock tried to figure out whether to grab
Rig or the chicken first.

"There's a chocolate cake, too. Fuck, it's good to be home. Y'all been staying busy?" Rig looked tired,
but happy to be home, all grins.

"Not busy enough." Dick took pity on Rock and grabbed the food and closed the door, letting the big
guy push Rig up against the wall and kiss him dizzy.

Rig groaned, climbing Rock like the man was a big-ass jungle gym.

Dick spared enough time to put the cake and chicken on the coffee table, wagging his finger atGrimmy
and Lucy, hoping that'd be enough to keep the dogs out of the food. If not, Rock was going to get all
growly again. Of course Rig was here now and he could just suck the growl right out of Rock. Grinning
at himself, Dick made his way back to his lovers and pushed into their kiss.

Rig's hand pulled him in, a happy sound brushing his lips. Oh, he'd missed this, missed being three and
having Rig there to balance them out. With a soft moan, he pressed closer, rubbing, hands sliding to find
buttons and zippers because they were all wearing way too many clothes. Rig licked and kissed, just
driving them all.

Rock moaned, humping against Rig, sending that sweet ass against the wall again and again. Dick just
grinned and rubbed against Rock's ass, loving when the man got all caveman and just took what he
needed. Rig didn't look like he wasn't complaining either, low cries filling the air. He finished what he'd
started with the clothes, having to push Rig's legs down from around Rock's waist to get the scrubs off,
but finally they were all naked and all that rubbing felt fucking awesome.

"Fucking sweet, man. Been needing."

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Dick nodded "Yeah, us too."

Rock snorted. "You don't know if I was or not, kid."

He chuckled. "Um... I hate to tell you this, big guy, but the whole base knew you weren't getting any.
Even if you were still getting it from me."

Rig chuckled. "Was somebody growling?"

"Me?"

Dick laughed at that injured tone. "Maybe just a little."

"I'll take care of that problem,Rocketman . You know I will."

"I'm counting on it," purred Rock.

Dick couldn't help but grin. The growls were for an entirely different reason now.

Rig chuckled. "Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah. Kid's not bad, but in the morning, I only want one mouth around me."

Rig's cheeks went bright and Rock got a deep, hard kiss.

"I miss it, too." Dick gave Rig his best lost puppy look.

Rig crowed, diving for his arms, trusting in him, mouth fastening on his. He caught Rig, moaning into that
amazing mouth, letting Rig's tongue in, just melting. Rig's kiss made sure he knew he was missed, was
wanted. He kissed back, letting Rig know it was mutual.

Rock growled as the kiss went on, hands landing on their shoulders and dragging them down the hall.

"Neanderthal." Rig threw his head back, laughed.

"Yep. Only way to get any action around here." Rock winked.

"Spoiled brat." Rig reached out, grabbed both their cocks.

Dick cried out, pushing into that touch.

"I thought I was a Neanderthal."

"Huh?" Rig's eyes were on their cocks, tongue sliding over those lips.

"I said why aren't you sucking yet?"

"We were walking..." Rig knelt, lips wrapping around Rock's prick, then moving to suck his.

Rock growled and wrapped an arm around him, tugging him in closer and holding the bases of their

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cocks together.

"Mmm... I want." Rig opened up, tongue sliding over their cocks before slowly taking them in. Oh. Oh
fuck that felt amazing. Dick moaned and Rock's mouth covered his, kissing him hard.

Rig's head started bobbing, hands sliding up and down their thighs. He slid one hand through Rig's curls,
feeling that head move. With his other hand he just held onto Rock, whimpering into the hot kiss. It was
insane, the pressure and suction around his cock, Rock's prick pressed next to it.

Rock started moving them and he followed, their cocks pushing into Rig's mouth and oh, fuck, he was
just going to explode, any second. Rig cried out, the sound low and hungry, making things right again.

He shuddered, coming hard.

"Oh, fuck, kid!" Rock's spunk was hot against his cock and then gone as Rig swallowed it all down.

Rig's lips were wet, swollen, parted as their pricks slid out.

"Oh, fuck that's sexy," he gasped.

Rock nodded. "Enough to keep a man hard. You needing, Rig?"

"Always. Always. Been ages."

Rock nodded and rumbled. "I need your ass around my cock."

Dick moaned -- damn they were sexy. Rig moaned, too, arching into Rock nodded. "Fuck, yes.
Please."

Dick dug up the lube, passing it to Rock. "No, you get him ready, kid."

Rig spread those long thighs, offering that sweet tight ass. "Need."

"Oh..." Dick moaned and climbed onto the bed, rubbing Rig's ass with his hands, fingers sliding along the
hot crease.

"Uh-huh." Rig pressed against his hands, balls swaying. He bent and licked at them, and then the small
patch of smooth skin and then at Rig's hole, tip of his tongue teasing. "Oh. Oh, fuck." Rig rippled,
muscles twitching beneath his tongue.

Whimpering, Dick pushed his tongue in, wetting Rig. Rig arched, rocking, riding his tongue, cries low
and sweet. He shivered, the sounds making his cock hard. He moaned, working Rig harder, tongue
pushing in and out.

"Oh. Fuck. Kid." Rig reached down, squeezing the base of his own cock hard.

He beamed, feeling a hundred feet tall.

Rock chuckled. "You better let me in, kid. I don't want him popping off before I give him a good hard
fucking."

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"Uhn. Fuck me. Now." Rig leaned down, panting, sweat making him shine.

Dick lay down next to Rig, turning that face for a kiss as Rock settled behind Rig, rumbling. Rig dove
into the kiss, shaking, those eyes just flaring. He opened his mouth wide, letting Rig have him, moaning as
Rock's thrusts pushed Rig into him. Groaning, Rig whimpered, fucked his lips with that hot tongue.

He wriggled until he was beneath Rig, hands sliding over warm skin.

"Oh, yeah." Rig started rubbing, sliding over his skin.

Whimpering, he rubbed back, starting to push up against Rock's thrusts. They were all-together,
moaning, the three of them moving as one. His cock slid with Rig's, their tongues tangled, dancing.
Rock's hand landed on his as it slid along Rig's side, connected them skin on skin on skin. Rig's cry was
happy, low, sliding right up his spine.

He moved faster, humping up against Rig, sliding their cocks together. He was so close, felt so good.
Rig arched, shaking hard, eyes going wide as come sprayed over his belly. Dick cried out, Rig's come
sparking his own pleasure. Shaking, he came and collapsed against the bed, Rock's thrusts sliding Rig
against him.

Rig wiggled, hummed, stomach muscles going taut, making Rock roar. He grinned, licking lazily at Rig's
mouth.

Rock threw himself down beside them, purring. "Fucking good to have you home, Rig.

"Fuck, yeah. This working for a living thing's for the fucking birds."

Rock snorted. "You'd be bored out of your skull in five minutes if you weren't working."

Rig yawned and nodded. "Maybe three. I like what I do."

"As long as it doesn't interfere with morning blow jobs, I like your job, too."

Dick hid his grin at Rock's words.

Rig chuckled. "Back on track tomorrow,Rocketman . Hell, I? Am off 'til Monday."

Rock purred. "The kid and I have three days now that the shirkers are starting to come back."

"Being sick is hardly shirking," Dick pointed out.

"Mmmm... Three days of beer and burgers and fucking. We got lube?" Rig licked his nipple.

"We do."

"Kid's right. And if we run out, we'll just make our own."

Rig chuckled. "Fucking-A. Good to be home, marines."

"Yeah," murmured Dick, pressing close.

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Rock just grunted, one big hand sliding on his hip to pull them altogether. "Nap, more fucking, chicken
and cake. That order."

"Good plan." Rig turned his face, gave Rock a long kiss. "Real good, Blue."

"They always are."

Dick chuckled. Modesty and Rock were not familiar with each other. Of course, Rock had no need to
be modest. The man was a stud and always as good as his word.

They all settled, heavy and naked and hot and home. It was good. Fucking good.

Rock started snoring and Dick grinned. It sure beat all the growling.

***

Rig watched the puppy chasedGrimmy's tail, cackling the entire time, the sweet little shit following Grim,
tail wagging like nothing going.

Fuck, it was cute.

He stretched out on the sofa, one leg draping over the top, catching a glimpse of Rock coming in from
mandatory grocery shopping duty, the kid right on that fine ass. Grinning, eyes bright.

Cute.

They came in, the dogs turning and heading for them. Rock grunted at them, but Dick put down his bags
and crouched, giving them both lots of loving.

Rig grinned, admiring his Marines. "Find anything good?"

"Not 'til we got home," muttered Rock.

Dick grinned over at him. "He's right."

"Riding my coattails, kid?"

Dick nodded. "It was a great line."

"It wasn't a line, kid."

Rig grinned, stretching, smiling over at Rock. The man knew how to make him feel good. Those blue
eyes smiled back, Rock obviously in a good mood.

"We got steaks," Dick told him. "Rock said he'd grill 'emif you made baked potatoes and a pie for
dessert."

"Oooh. No one does a steak like Rock." Rig nodded, knowing there would be fixings for chocolate pie
in the bags. Those ingredients? Rock knew.

"I got stuff for a salad, too."

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Rock snorted. "No peppers though."

"Nope. But seeing as you aren'tgonna eat any of it, I don't see why you care."

"I don't care, kid, but Rig likes his peppers."

"He can have my pepper any time he wants."

Rig started chuckling, licking his lips. "Any time, kid?"

Dick nodded, eyes wide and almost innocent.

Rock snorted again. "We've got groceries to put away, kid."

"I think Rig wants my pepper, Rock. I should let him have it."

"Mmm... peppery marine..." He stripped off his sweater, sat up.

Rock rolled his eyes. "I'll put them away. Go on, get your pepper sucked."

Dick didn't need to be told twice, stripping as he came over.

He was chuckling, grinning wide. "I tell you what, he's in a good mood, putting groceries away."

Dick nodded, bending to kiss him. "He's been smiling ever since that blow job you gave him to wake
him up this morning. You must have done something special"

"I'll have to remember that." He'd slicked his fingers and stroked Rock's gland until his Blue roared,
driving into his lips.

"I've been hoping you might show me what you did?" Dick's eyes were shining down at him.

"Yeah. You want me to repeat the experience?"

Dick nodded. "Please?"

He sucked his fingers into his mouth, nodding towards the sofa. Dick pulled off his pants and lay down
eagerly, grinning up at him.

"Hungry." He leaned down, one finger sliding deep, tongue dragging up Dick's shaft.

Dick's eyes opened wide, a soft gasp sounding. "Oh, fuck, Rig."

"Looks more like he's getting ready to suck your cock, kid." Rock's voice sounded behind him, one
solid hand sliding along his spine.

"You know it,Rocketman ." He gave Rock a moan, a smile.

"Lucky kid."

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"You got yours this morning," Dick pointed out.

"I did, kid, but you know me -- I always want more of a good thing."

"Mmm... Y'all are a very good thing." His finger pegged Dick's gland, the kid arching as he dropped his
lips over Dick's cock. Dick's noises were loud, wanton, matched by Rock's purr. He loved those
sounds, and he searched for more, adding another finger, more suction. Dick bucked and got louder,
noisier, whimpering and moaning and begging with gasps.

Over and over Rig worked that little gland, making Dick need, making Dick fly. It didn't take long at all
for the kid to shoot, hips bucking as Dick's spunk filled his mouth.

Rock chuckled softly. "Always so ready to shoot. Good thing he's young and gets it up quickly again."

He licked at the tip of Dick's cock, nodding. "He doesn't let us down."

Dick moaned softly again. "You guys just make me need so much."

Rock's hand slid across Dick's belly. "That's what we're here for, kid. Now you think you've got the
edge off enough we can have some fun?"

He leaned to kiss and lick at Rock's hand, Dick's skin. Dick shifted, pressing into Rock's touch, his
tongue. Rock's low rumbled sounded, hand turning to stroke his cheek.

"Mmm..." He nuzzled, happy all through.

"Well men, the chores are done for the day; I think it's time you both took a ride on theRocketman ."

Dick giggled, hands sliding over him and Rock both, wherever the kid could reach. "That's myfavorite
ride."

"I know it."

"Worth paying two tickets for." Rig nodded, grinned as he worked his way up Dick's chest.

"Two each," said Rock, making Dick laugh, the kid's chest wriggling beneath his mouth.

"Two each?" Rig nipped a pink nipple. "Pricey ride." Dick squeaked and jerked, cock hard again, or
maybe still, against his belly.

"Well worth the price, I'd say," Rock noted.

"You know I wouldn't give for you."

Rock nodded and stretched, looking proud as fuck. And with reason. The man got more buff every
year, muscles hard and enticing.

"You know, I shouldn't be the only one here naked if we're taking a ride," Dick pointed out.

Rig nodded. "Excellent point." He sat up, tugging Rock's shirt off, just like that, mouth finding Rock's
skin. Rock purred for him, hands sliding beneath his t-shirt to feel him up. Dick was quick to work the

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t-shirt up and off, making his mouth leave Rock's skin to do so.

He licked and sucked at Rock's belly, fingers working the fly of those jeans open. Rock returned the
favor , hands meeting Dick's the two of them fighting over his fly, fingers and hands pushing against his
prick, driving him mad.

He groaned, teeth just sliding over Rock's skin. "Fuck."

"Yeah, that's where we're headed."

Dick giggled at Rock's words, fingers finally freeing his cock and getting around it before Rock could.
Rock didn't seem to mind though; he pushed his hands down the back of Rig's pants, grabbing his ass
instead.

"Mmm..." He wriggled, caught in the finest hands on Earth.

Dick's mouth slid along the back of his neck, tongue tasting his skin, hand working his cock. That made
him shiver, made him ache. Made him the luckiest fucking redneck on Earth. Rock groaned as his own
wandering lips found one of his Blue's little nipples, the hands on his ass squeezing tight. He purred,
tongue sliding over the tight flesh, lips tugging.

"Sweet fucking tongue, Rig. Fucking love your mouth."

He smiled up into those blue-blue eyes, sucked harder, so fucking horny. Rock groaned for him, the
sound getting louder as Dick's fingers tugged his and Rock's prick's together, thumb squeezing the heads
tight. He hummed against Rock's nipple, hips jerking. "Oh, fuck, don't stop, kid."

Dick made a noise against his back and didn't stop, hand working them together, thumb occasionally
sliding across the top of both cocks. He kid was hard against his back, rubbing the long prick into his
lower back while Rock continued to squeeze and knead his ass. He switched nipples, pulling and licking,
needing.

"Fucking good," muttered Rock, a shiver going through the big body. "I'd say I'm fucking ready -- who
wants the first ride?"

Rig chuckled, moved up to take a hard kiss. He liked being last, liked snuggling and holding after, but he
wouldn't be greedy.

"I just got off," murmured Dick. "You should go first, Rig." And that was just like the kid to not be
greedy, too.

"I've got more than enough for both of you." Rock shifted them all, settling against the back of the couch,
legs spread wide.

He leaned down, licking and nuzzling those soft, hot heavy balls. Rock moaned, fingers sliding through
his hair as one of Dick's fingers, slick and slippery, slid along his crease. He spread, offering his ass to the
kid, breathing the rich, male scent of Rock in. Rock's hips pushed those balls against his face, Dick
pushing in a second finger and finding his gland.

"Mmm..." He opened his lips, tongue pressing out.

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Rock purred and Dick whimpered. "You're so tight, Rig. So hot and soft."

Oh, fuck, he was needing, taking one ball in and sucking, so careful. Rock moaned low, that one hand
still in his hair, the other one kneading his shoulder. Dick kept pegging his gland, stretching and slicking
him up for Rock's fat prick. He rocked, groaning, whimpering. Fucking needing it.

Dick kept on fucking him with those fingers until Rock growled. "Enough already, slick up my cock and
let him ride, kid."

"Fuck, yeah." He nodded, ready to ride Rock right into the ground.

Dick's fingers slid away to wrap around Rock's cock, spreading lube on the thick heat. "All yours,"
murmured the kid as his hand slid away and Rig didn't know if Dick was talking to him or to Rock and he
figured it didn't matter any. He caught those eyes as he sank down, lips parting as that cock spread him.

Dick moaned and settled next to them on the couch, eyes watching them, fingers sliding over his skin,
over Rock's. Most of his attention though was on those blue eyes that stared into him and the fat cock
that filled him up. He nodded, brought their lips together, tongue sliding in for a deep, slow kiss.

Rock's rumble vibrated his lips, those big hands sliding around his waist, holding on, helping him find a
rhythm as he rose and fell on Rock's cock. Oh, man. He could do this forever, riding and rocking, harder
than Chinese algebra, needing this more than breath.

Dick's hand slid around his cock, palm hot and good as it rubbed. "You two look so amazing together.
You make me want." He reached out, drew Dick into their kiss, hand sliding around Dick's waist. Dick
whimpered, pressing close, hand tightening on his prick. "I bet all three of us look pretty amazing
together."

Rock chuckled. "We'll have to find one of those hotels with the mirrors over the bed. Now less talking
and more making out, kid."

Their mouths merged again, three pairs of lips, three tongues, sliding, licking, playing together. Rig's
fingers found Dick's cock, rubbing in time with all of them. Dick whimpered into their mouths, humping
hard against him and Rock groaned, hips pushing faster. They worked together, Rig bouncing on Rock's
prick, purrs and growls and cries shared between them.

"Oh fuck," murmured Dick, heat splashing over his hand.

"Mmm..." He arched, riding harder, faster. "Yeah."

"Your turn," murmured Rock and Dick's hand moved harder, faster on his cock.

He nodded, squeezing tight, balls drawing up as he gasped. Dick's mouth slid over the tip of his cock as
he came, catching his come. His ass squeezed Rock's prick, so fat and heavy inside him.

Rock groaned. "You wanting your ride, kid?"

Dick panted. "If I get araincheck , I'll wait 'til later."

Rock half laughed half moaned, pushing hard into him. He groaned, squeezing and releasing, determined
to drive Rock over the edge. His Blue roared, eyes going wide as he was filled deep.

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"Mmm... yeah." He grinned, licked at Rock's lips.

Rock purred, one arm holding him close, the other wrapped around Dick. "Fuck, yeah."

"Definitely a two ticket ride."

Rock laughed, prick jerking inside him. He winked, settling in Rock's arms. Rock rumbled, holding him
and Dick close.

He looked over the back of the sofa,Grimmy and Lucy snuggled together, sound asleep,Grimmy's tail in
Lucy's mouth.

Oh yeah. Cute.

December 2004

The kid was off doing something and they were finally alone. Finally. He dug the flyer out of a drawer of
his desk and settled on the sofa. Rig nudged Rock's leg with his own. "I know what we're getting Dick
for Christmas."

He held out the flyer with the litter of puppies, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

Rock looked from the flyer to him and back again. "We're getting the kid a picture of dogs?"

"Nope. A puppy." He grinned over, winked. "He loves Grim to death. He'd be over the moon."

"But we have a dog." Rock was wearing 'but I am being reasonable' expression.

"Yep. ButGrim's not a puppy and not Dick's." One day he'd find the dog that Rock would fall in love
with. One day. "You want me to get you one, too?"

Rock gave him a horrified look. "No. No, I'm just fine." His Blue grumbled and looked at the flyer and
groused about the price.

"I'm not walking anybody. I'm not cleaning shit up off the kitchen floor and the first time I step in it, the
dog is gone. And it's from both of us -- the kid's gift taken care of."

Rig smiled, leaned up and took a kiss. "Works for me, Blue. So works for me."

Growlybastard honestly thought he believed for asecond that Rock wouldn't treat the puppy good.

"And I want chocolate pie for dessert tonight." Rock was almost pouting.

He licked that fine pout, rubbing just a little. "I can do that."

He could see the bulge in Rock's jeans growing, could smell the want on his Blue. "What about
tomorrow night?"

"Mmmm..." God, Rock was adorable. Fucking hot. "Chiliand cornbread? Homemade brownies for
dessert?"

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"Oh, brownies are almost as good as chocolate pie. If there's icing on them." Rock's arm went around
him, pulling him against the hard body. "I might even be willing to open the back door a time or two for
the mutts if there's chocolate cake on the menu soon. And cobbler. And some of those pecan things."

He straddled Rock's thighs, settling in. "I might even make you fudge."

Rock purred, hands sliding to his ass and rolling him against that thick bulge. "Yeah? 'Cause I've been a
good boy this year, Rigger."

"You have been. Very good, Blue." He smiled against Rock's lips, tongue sliding in to taste.

Rock didn't answer, just tugged him even closer and sucked on his tongue. Heat and pleasure just filled
him right up and he framed Rock's face with his hands, snuggling close. That solid chest rumbled against
him, Rock happy, horny, and showing it.

He was pushed away long enough to have his sweater and turtleneck pulled over his head, Rock's thick
fingers working open his jeans. He returned thefavor , unbuttoning the flannel shirt, humming happily
when his fingers found skin.

"Gonnalet me fuck you?" Rock asked, one hand wrapping around his prick, the other finding histitties
and working them.

"You know it." He got Rock's jeans open, fingers stroking that hot, fat prick.

Groaning, Rock pushed up into his hand. His Blue leaned forward, mouth closing over one of his nipples
as the cushions were searched.

"Oh." His head fell back, pushing towards that hot mouth.

Rock nibbled and sucked, licked and tugged, mouth moving slowly and deliberately. Rig made some
damned embarrassing noises, cock hard as stone, nipple just on fire.

Rock just purred and shifted him off those amazing thighs, tugging down his jeans before pulling him
back onto Rock's lap. All without losing contact with his nipples.

"Oh. Oh, Blue. Need you." He wasn't too proud to beg. Hell, any man worth his salt would beg for that
cock.

"Right here, Rig. It's all yours." Rock's fingers slid to his ass again, this time pushing along his crack to his
hole.

He arched, spread to let Rock in. "Hell, yeah."

Two of Rock's fingers, slick and hot, slid into him, spreading him fast. Nodding, panting, Rig rode
Rock's fingers, taking him deep, hard. Rock searched out his gland, growling, looking pleased as he hit it,
making Rig jump.

"Fuck. Again. Oh, Blue. Damn." He held on, fingers squeezing, eyes just rolling.

Rock gave him what he wanted, what he needed, playing him like a fiddle until he was sure he was going

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to come. Rock seemed to know just how far to push it though and just before it was too late those
fingers were gone, Rock holding his own prick. "Come and get it, Rigger."

He waited until the need eased a little, then shifted, hands steadying himself as Rock pushed inside him.
Oh, those blue eyes just looked right into him, burned through to his soul as Rock's heat filled him.

Fuck, yeah. He smiled, couldn't help it; he fucking lived for this man. Rock purred, hands sliding to circle
his waist, digging into his skin as he was encouraged to ride. And hell, yes, he rode, moving sure and
firm, ass squeezing Rock's prick. Rock's head fell back with a moan, those strong hips pushing up into
him, meeting the movements of his body.

"Yeah. Made for this." His hands startedtraveling , exploring. Rock purred, pushing into his touches,
eyes holding his, bringing them together again and again.

"Oh." He rode, bucking, heat growing inside him.

One of Rock's hands slid down and circled his prick letting his own motions drive his cock through the
heat of Rock's hand. He watched those eyes, just lost and found all at once and fuck, wasn't he happier
than a pig in shit. They moved together for a long time before Rock's hand squeezed his cock, increasing
the friction.

"Yeah..." The heat ratcheted up, his breath coming faster.

"Come on, Rabbit. Come on my cock. You know how much I like that."

"Uh-huh." He nodded, teeth catching his bottom lip as he jerked, shot.

Rock groaned, cock nudging past his gland as Rock followed him.

He just hummed, melting some, cuddling. Rock settled back, hands hot on his ass.

"A puppy, huh? Well at least we won't have to wrap it."

* * *

Rock cursed himself out.

Here he was again, buying his fucking gift for Rig with only a couple of days to spare. He'd spoken to
Dick that morning. Fucking kid had already bought his Christmas gifts. What self-respecting guy didn't
wait until the last minute? He'd gone in with Rig for the kid, but now he was left him high and dry and on
his own for Rig.

He knew what he was getting the man, that wasn't the problem. It was the fucking crowds of falsely
cheerful and downright pushy people.

Made him fucking grumpy.

It had been a shitty day on base, too.

He pushed his way through the crowded sidewalk and into the cellular store, heading straight for the
counter. No fucking browsing for him. He wanted the best phone they had and he wanted whatever

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damned plan would let him prepay the first year and a whack of long distance. If they couldn't do that for
him he'd take his fucking business elsewhere.

He watched the clerk's eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree when he told the little geek what he
wanted.

Well at least someone was enjoying the holiday shopping season.

* * *

"I'm wrapping my gifts, Rock, you want me to do yours for Rig at the same time?"

"Nope."

He had to hold back his chuckle at the look on the kid's face. "I've got it all taken care of."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Fuck, the kid was green -- the malls were lousy with little booths sporting cheerful high school girls
who'd wrap your gift to raise money for cheerleading uniforms or the band or whatever.

Of course for now, that could be his little secret.

* * *

Just a few days until Christmas and the place smelled amazing, Rig had started getting stuff made a
couple days ago. Just a dish or two every night.

Dick had decided that he should make something, too. Something they used to have at home every year.
The only thing he could think of was the mince pies Mrs. Watson used to bring every year. So he'd
looked up the recipe on the internet -- he didn't think there was anything you couldn't find there -- and
was spending an afternoon off making... a mess.

It sure wasn't putting him in the Christmas spirit. In fact he was starting to feel as grouchy as Rock had
over the lights.

Rig wandered in, peeked over his shoulder. "Whatchadoin'?"

"Screwing up mince pies." He turned his head, brushing his lips against Rig's. Oh, that made him feel
better.

"Mmm... bet I can help." Rig deepened the kiss.

He moaned, opening his mouth wide for Rig. Oh yeah, this helped, or at least made him not care. Rig's
hand cupped his jaw, drew him closer, tongue fucking his lips.

He turned so his growing cock wassnugged up against Rig's, mince pie disaster forgotten. Rig moaned,
free hand landing in the small of his back, tugging him closer. He shivered and opened up wide, moaning
softly. There was nothing like this, nothing like being thecenter of Rig's attention, Rig's hunger.

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It was like Christmas everyday when Rig made love to him.

That tongue licked and tasted, making him shudder, making him need. He rubbed against Rig. "Want
you," he murmured, hands sliding into the back of Rig's scrubs, grabbing that sweet as fuck ass.

"Got me." Rig nibbled his bottom lip.

He laughed softly and squeezed Rig's ass. "It seems I do."

"Mmm... feels good." Rig wiggled, leaned for a kiss.

He let his hands slide around, one cupping Rig's balls, the other wrapping around Rig's prick. "Can I
have this for Christmas?"

"You know it." Rig moaned, pushing toward his touch.

He sank to his knees, looking up at Rig as he tugged the scrubs down.

"Oh. Dick..." Rig groaned, lips parted, panting. "You look hungry."

"Starving, Rig." He opened his mouth, licked at Rig's cock and then took the head in.

Rig arched, took his mouth nice and easy, prick sliding on his tongue. He moaned around Rig's cock,
sucking, taking the sweet heat.

Rig's hand stroked his head, petting. "Oh. Oh, yeah. So fucking sweet."

He hummed, sucking a little harder, letting his tongue play over Rig'scockhead .

"Yeah..." Rig groaned, starting fucking his mouth.

Oh yeah, happy Christmas to him. He slid his hands back to Rig's ass, holding, encouraging the
movements. Rig moaned, cock swelling, jerking on his tongue. He pulled harder, head bobbing.

Heat and salt filled his mouth, Rig groaning low. He swallowed it all down and then licked Rig clean.

"You taste so good," he murmured.

"You make me feel good." Rig grinned down, stroked his face. "We could fix the pie. Or... we could go
fuck like bunnies and order one from the bakery."

He grinned back. "Like there's even a choice there."

Those grey eyes just danced. "Just got to know your priorities."

Laughing, he stood, sliding along Rig's body. "You got that right."

"You know it." Rig gave him a long, deep kiss.

"Let’s go show Santa just how good we are," he teased, taking Rig's hand.

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"Mmm... I was a very good boy."

Dick nodded and grinned. "Yeah. Hell, yeah."

Fingers brushed across his ass. "Tell me it's Blue's turn to wash up."

He giggled. "It is. Merry Christmas!"

* * *

Mmm. Chocolate pie.

Rock was a happy man.

His unit had been sent home early for the holiday, Rig had the day off and had taken an hour out of
cooking to suck him blind. Dinner had been fucking awesome and now there was chocolate pie.

Much as he enjoyed spending the holidays with Rig's family, this was a pretty fucking sweet Christmas
eve. Especially the not having to leave the couch to fuck his lovers part.

He put his plate down, having practically licked it clean and lay back against the couch with a groan.
"That? Was a fucking beautiful thing, Rig."

"Thank you, sir." Rig grinned, cuddled in close.

He chuckled. "Oh, I think you outrank me in the kitchen."

Dick half chocked on his pie.

"I'm a civilian. I outrank you altogether."

"Not in bed." He was head stud in bed.

"No? My mouth doesn't count?"

"Your mouth counts. I'm just that good." Poor kid was definitely choking on his pie. Which was too bad,
dead men didn't get laid.

"Are you? Good enough to outrank me? I mean, the kid, he's still fresh." Rig looked over at Dick,
winked. "But me?"

He sat up, growling a little. "You saying you don't think I am?"

Those grey eyes were just twinkling. "I'm saying you'll have to prove it, stud."

He snorted. "That happened to be next on my list."

Dick wiped some tears from his eyes, kid had been laughing that hard. "Is that a naughty or nice list,
Rock?"

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"Nope, I just do naughty." He gave the kid a wink and grabbed Rig around the waist, hauling him in for a
hard kiss.

Rig came easy, snuggling up to him with a happy little crow, lips parting like the pure-D slut his Rabbit
was. He took that mouth like he always did, no holds barred invasion of his tongue into that magic heat.
Oh yeah, this was better even than chocolate fucking pie.

Those long hands slid around his neck, up to cradle his head and hold on. They were wearing too many
fucking clothes, but the kid was there to take care of that and sure enough pretty soon Dick's hands were
working off their clothes, exposing all that warm skin for his hands.

"Mmm..." Rig's belly rubbed against his, so warm.

He purred into the kisses, hands slipping to Rig's ass, squeezing that fine piece of flesh. Those grey eyes
smiled at him, tongue sliding along his bottom lip.

"Lift up a little," Dick ordered, fingers on his waistband. Grinning, he did, and the kid pulled his sweats
right off.

"You got everyone naked now, kid?"

"I do."

"Then get over here and fuck with us."

Laughing, Dick pushed into their kiss, hands sliding on his and Rig's skin. Rig smiled, drew Dick in for a
long, deep three-way, tongue sliding along their lips.

Oh yeah. They couldn't do this at Momma's.

He got a handful of the kid's ass, too, holding and squeezing both of them, shifting them all until their
pricks slid together. Fucking awesome.

Rig's fingers were sliding, petting his head, the kid's shoulder, both their nipples. He slid his hands around
to find their pricks, groaning happily as he found them, the heat of them burning his palms. Rig's moan
pushed into his lips, Dick's following behind, deeper, rougher.

"Need," he growled, his own prick throbbing. It was time to take one of them and then he'd do the
other. He'd show them who the stud around here was.

"Hungry bastard." Rig slid back, down along the kid's back, Dick's eyes going wide.

He chuckled. "You seem pretty hungry yourself, Rigger."

Dick just nodded, almost squeaked and he knew that talented mouth was getting the kid ready for his
cock.

Rig's fingers wrapped around his cock, tugged and rubbed. He growled, hips pushing into that touch. He
and the kid locked lips, tongues fighting, pushing together and sliding.

Rig shifted, moving the kid and sliding his cock right into Dick's heat. "So fine..."

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"Fuck!" He groaned, hips pushing up, nailing Dick's ass and that sweet gland first fucking try. Oh yeah.
He was the stud.

Rig's lips nibbled at his fingers where they were wrapped around Dick's hips. That mouth was something
else, gave him a damned good run for his money in the stud department. Still, he had the prick that was
going to do them both.

The kid was slamming down on him, moaning and groaning, lighting the whole place up with his pleasure,
his sounds. Rig's lips started moving, sliding up Dick's ribs, finding one nipple.

"Rig!" Dick cried out, body going tight around his cock. It made him growl, made him push harder.

Rig's fingers found his balls, circled them, stroked him. "Mmm... yeah."

"Yeah," he agreed, legs spreading some, hips pushing up harder as his hand dropped down to tug on
Dick's cock. Kid went nuts, bouncing on him like he was a fucking trampoline. Rig grinned, working
Dick’s balls, teeth sliding on the kid's shoulder, watching those grey eyes all lit up.

"Oh! Fuck! Rig! Rock!" The kid jerked, squeezed his cock tight again as Dick shot.

Rock purred, kept moving inside the kid, making him jerk and shiver.

"Mmm... so fucking hot." Rig nodded, hummed.

Dick gasped and nodded, sinking against him. He stroked the kid's back a few moments, letting him
come down before making him shift over so Rig could have his turn.

Rig chuckled, grinned at him, leaning in to take a long, deep kiss. He moaned right into the kiss. Yeah.
Round fucking two for the stud.

Dick shifted and started getting Rig ready for him. Rig's hands were warm, cradling his head; that kiss
was driving him out of his fucking mind. Wasn't too long at all before Dick was stroking his cock, slicking
it up again. Then the kid was lining him up with Rig's ass and he pushed right in.

Rig's happy moan pushed right into his lips, eyes just rolling. "Yes..."

"Yeah, right here, Rig. Right fucking here." He started to thrust up into Rig, pushing hard.

Rig's eyes fastened on his, ass rocking, working, squeezing his prick.

He growled. "Fuck yeah."

"Made for this." They rubbed together, shoulder to hip, both hot as hell. He nodded, hands wrapping
around Rig's waist, bringing him down harder.

"Oh. Fuck..." Rig swallowed hard, eyes rolling, body clenching tight.

"Kid. His cock." Dick nodded, hand wrapping around Rig's prick.

"Mmm... The tip, Dick. Please." Oh, fucking sexy.

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Instead of working it with his fingers, Dick bent, mouth wrapping around the tip of Rig's prick, cheeks
hollowing out.

"Oh sweet fuck." Rig's eyes went wide, ass going tight as a fist.

"Yes. Fuck." He thrust harder, one hand on Rig's hip, the other holding the kid's head in place. Almost
fucking there.

"Blue." Rig moaned the word, almost like a prayer.

"Right here, Rig. Right fucking here. Just waiting for you to give it to me." He growled the words, gazing
into grey eyes.

Rig touched his face, eyes holding his as Rig shot. He roared as that sweet fucking ass pulled his own
climax from him. He kept moving though, kept pushing into Rig for a few more thrusts before collapsing
against the back of the couch.

Rig cuddled against his chest, lips brushing his skin. The kid pressed against his side, joining them.

All three of them well fucked and pressed together. That made for a mighty fine Christmas Eve.

Well, that and chocolate pie.

January 2005

Rock shoved the shopping cart at Dick. "New guy gets to push."

Grinning, Dick nodded. "I can push."

"And you have to pay attention -- Rigger's particular about certain things and you need to make sure you
get the right ones once you start coming on your own."

Dick nodded again. This was his 'learn the ropes' grocery trip, so he'd know what to buy and stuff and
the three of them could split the chores up. It would save time they could later use for fucking. At least
that was how Rock had put it, but Dick suspected the big guy just wanted to get out of having to do the
groceries.

He didn't mind though, Rigger did most of the cooking and Rock ordered out on the nights he was
responsible. So far Dick's contribution had been hotdogs and coleslaw. The least he could do was help
with the shopping.

"Is there a list or something?" he asked.

Rig waved the paper. "It's on the fridge. You put what you need on it and viola. List." Rig leaned close,
grinned. "If it says beer and chocolate cake? That's Rock's part."

He giggled; he'd seen the list on the fridge, just never really paid attention to it. "Do you get everything
that's on the list no matter what?"

"It depends on how many times Rock adds cake."

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"Hey!" Rock swatted Rig and then him.

"Hey! What did I do?"

"You were standing next to him."

He stuck his tongue out at Rock.

"Don't be sticking that out unless you intend to use it, kid."

Rig snorted, grabbed apples and grapes and bananas. Rock made a face at Rig, shooting off into an
aisle and coming back with four bags of chips. Dick bit his lip, not saying a word.

Rig rolled his eyes, grabbing lettuce, carrots and potatoes -- lots of potatoes. Dick started giggling when
Rock added two bags of cookies and three different kinds of ice cream to the cart. Neither Rig nor Rock
said a word, but their body language spoke volumes as they put their items in the cart.

Rig got some tomatoes, some onions, some peppers, replacing one bag of chips with tortilla chips. Rock
got brownies from the bakery department, two cans of spray whipped cream and a pie crust and several
boxes of instant pudding.

Dick was almost scared to see how far the two of them would escalate things. And he could see how if
Rig went grocery shopping, there would be tons of healthy stuff in the kitchen, while if Rock did, it would
be snack city. Half the stuff they were each bringing wasn't anywhere on the list either.

Rig chuckled and put some of the pudding back, added milk and cocoa. Rock didn't even seem to
notice when he came back with a pile of steaks.

Dick did some quick mental calculations and winced for the state of his wallet. He was going to have
trouble putting in his third if they were going to eat like kings...

"We've got t-bones in the freezer, Rock. And a couple of flank steaks. Just pick one of that set."

"You going to make baked potatoes for me with them?" Rock asked, all but pouting.

"Yep." Rig nodded. "We'll even get cheese and sour cream."

"Well all right then." Rock dropped three of the nicest looking steaks Dick had ever seen into the cart
and went to put the rest away.

"I can see why you want to avoid all three of us going shopping," he murmured.

Rig nodded. "No shit. Although, to be fair? Rock's damn good about making up the difference, budget
wise. We worked all that out a long time ago."

"Yeah? 'Cause I can't afford to eat steak every night on a private's wage." It was easier to admit to
Rigger. Rock was... well Rock. A class A stud. A hell of a marine. Rock. Not that Rig wasn't, but Rig
understood stuff like that.

"We pay for the meals we choose, yeah? And then take care of the shared shit between us." Rig

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grinned. "Basically? It all works out."

"Oh, cool. So I should be choosing what I want to cook on my 'nights', right? You guys like hotdogs
okay?"

"Hot dogs are for kids, kid," Rock told him, coming back with a hunk of beef roast.

"Oh. Well I guess I still am one then, 'cause I like them."

"Hamburgers are better than hotdogs," Rock told him.

"I can't make hamburgers." Rock's eyebrow went up as he put the cheese and sour cream into the cart.
"They always fall apart on me."

"Hell, kid. Even I can manage hamburgers. The kid only gets one night, Rig. Even that's more often than
I want hotdogs."

Rig pondered. "Two nights for me, two nights for you, one night for leftovers, one night for going out.
Yeah, that leaves one night for the kid."

"Are you sure? That doesn't seem fair?" He didn't want them to think he was mooching off them. He was
more than willing to do his share, as much as he could.

"Having to eat hot dogs more than one night a week's not fair, kid. We're good." Rock had that
expression he was coming to learn meant "discussion's over", so he just nodded.

Rig grinned. "You can be responsible for weekend lunches, too.Oooh . Pancake mix."

"Just no hot dogs, kid."

He nodded. "I got that, Rock. Are sandwiches okay?"

"Sandwiches are great as long as you mean steak sandwiches or meatball sandwiches or ham
sandwiches. You know. Meat on bread."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm beginning to see where your heart lies when it comes to food, Rock."

"And I don't want any of that green shit anywhere near any of mine."

"Green shit? You mean relish?" Though why he'd automatically put relish on sandwiches was beyond
him.

"Funny, kid. You know what I mean."

He looked over to Rigger for help because he most certainly didn't know what Rock meant by green shit
on sandwiches.

"Vegetables, Dick. Lettuce, pickles, anything that could possibly be confused for something healthy."

He blinked at Rig and then laughed.

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"I'm serious, kid," growled Rock.

"I know." That's what made it funny.

"Are we almost done yet?" he asked. The cart was going to be overflowing soon. Oh, and his cokes
were missing. As was milk and eggs and bacon and sausages for breakfasts.

He added a couple packs of coke to the cart as they were passing that section.

"We need coffee and tea and I want someRaisinettes ." Rig went to grab his one food vice and Rock
rolled his eyes muttering about Rig and sugar highs.

He bit his lower lip again as Rock put ding dongs andHoHos into the cart -- it was going to start
bleeding soon. Of course Rig was sweet enough without the sugar, whereas Rock always worked best
with a good infusion of it.

"How are we doing on laundry detergent?" Rig's drawl echoed through the store.

"How the hell should I know?" Rock asked.

"Well, I'd best get some. And dog food. Do we need another cart?"

Rock rolled his eyes. "This is why we don't usually do it together. Such a fucking production." The big
guy headed off toward the front of the store to pick up another cart.

Rig came back with laundry and dish detergent. "Is he bitching about it being a production yet?"

Dick giggled and nodded. "He is."

"He's angling for a visit to the video store and meat lover's pizza after."

"Wouldn't that make it even more of a production?" Not that meat lover's pizza didn't sound yummy,
because it did.

"Yep. But if we get popcorn now, we get explosions and pizza and happy Rock feeling macho because
he got what he wanted." Rig winked. "It's a game, kid, but it amuses us and there's no losing to it."

"Oh, a happy macho Rock sounds like a whole bunch of fun." He grinned. "I just want to make sure I
know the rules. I wouldn't want to be taking penalties."

"The rules are simple. He blusters, I bitch. It all ends in fucking."

"So what's my role? Cart pusher?"

Those grey eyes smiled over, warm, admiring. "You're ours. There's lots of miscellaneous duties as
assigned there."

He blushed hard, ducking his head and gripping the cart tight so he wouldn't reach over and touch Rig
like he wanted to. Rig grinned, adding soap and dog food and toilet cleaner to Rock's cart as the big guy
caught up to them.

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Rock snorted. "I see I have the fun cart."

"We could trade if you want," he offered.

"No, that's okay. You're new. It wouldn't be fair."

Paper plates, trash bags, charcoal, lighter fluid. Christ, feeding them was complicated. With at least half
this stuff not on the list, he had a feeling he was going to have to sit and make Rig tell him exactly what
needed to be added whenever it was his turn.

Eventually they were done and at the cashier, where Rock managed to add some chocolate bars to their
order. Dick didn't even want to know how much all this shit was going to come out to.

"I've got it," Rock told him, reading his mind. "Rig'lllet you know how much you owe at the end of the
month when he does the utilities and shit. It's easier that way."

"Okay, thanks."

Rig nodded, bagging, flirting madly with the little checker, making her stammer and blush. Rock rolled
his eyes, but gave her a nice smile and a wink before herding them all out.

"I'll go choose us something from the video store. You two go get a couple of meat lovers pizzas. Make
up for shopping being such a big production."

Rig grinned. "Don't dawdle. I called them in already."

Rock looked a little put out for a moment and then obviously decided to take it as a compliment. "I
won't be long," he told Rig before walking off, all puffed up.

Dick grinned. "You do have his number, don't you?"

"Yep." Rig watched Rock move away. "And he'll grab that new movie I've been wanting to see. It all
works. Come on, let's get the pizzas."

"Okay."

He followed behind Rig, doing some admiring of his own.

***

Movie in the VCR, stomach full of pizza, groceries and chores behind them for another Saturday.

Two men sharing the couch with him.

Rock was a happy fucking man.

The only thing that could make it perfect was a blow and some fucking.

And he was situated to get himself both. He dropped his hand to his groin, letting his fingers slide
alongside his cock. Here I am, Rigger, come and get me.

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Rig hummed, fuckingcockhound scooting against his side, hand on his thigh and sliding up.

He purred and casually spread his legs. He could feel the kid grinning at him. He turned and fixed a glare
on him. "What?"

Dick just grinned harder, eyes just fucking dancing. Rig wasn't paying attention, cheek on his chest,
fingers stroking his balls. He aimed another glare at the kid who just came and sat on the couch with him
and Rig, hand landing on his other thigh.

Now that was more like it.

Rig snuggled, hand leaving his balls to stroke Dick's fingers for a second before going back. Dick's
fingers followed, playing with Rig's, with his balls. It was all good but for the not naked part.

He grunted.

Rig chuckled, face sliding down his belly, warm and sweet. He purred. That wasn't naked, but it was
good. He gave the kid a look. Those eyes were still dancing, but Dick's fingers were playing over the
button and zipper on his jeans now. Rig's lips were so hot, sliding over his prick through the jeans. He
moaned, one hand dropping to Rig's curls, the other finding the kid's back, making Dick shiver as he
played the nerves there that were so sensitive. Rig purred, nuzzling in, heating him all up. He spread his
legs further, sighing with relief when the kid got his jeans open, let his swollen prick out.

"Mmm... smell good." Rig was such a slut, humming for it.

Not that he didn't enjoy that or wasn't going to take full advantage of it. "I taste good, too."

"Mmmm. Save some for me, Rigger." Oh, the kid was learning. Also taking his t-shirt off, fingers
exploring his chest.

"I can share. I'm good at sharing." Rig's tongue slid over the tip of his cock, just teasing.

He chuckled.

His prick got a slow, sweet, sucking kiss. "I am."

He might have argued the point, or at least teased Rig a little, except that mouth felt so fucking good all
he could do was moan. Dick leaned down, Rig lifting up, those two mouths kissing around his cock,
tongues trapping him between them.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Fuck, they were something else. Both of them. And fuck, he was one lucky man.

Rig moaned, hand cupping Dick's nape, keeping the kiss going. Kid was moaning and carrying on
around his prick, the vibrations settling in his balls and fuck, that was something special. Groaning, his
hand tightened in Rig's hair.

Rig's hand stroked his thigh, kiss growing harder, the heat of those two mouths insane, sharp. His other
hand found Dick's shoulder, holding on tight as his hips started jerking. Fuck. Fuck. He made an
inarticulate noise.

They started taking turns, his cock pushing into one mouth, then another. It felt fucking amazing and he

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let his hips go, feeding it to them over and over. Rig's fingers found his nuts again, rolling and tugging.

The kid was still far more enthusiastic than good, but he followed Rig's lead eagerly and Rock figured it
wouldn't be long before they could both blow his mind on their own, let alone together.

"Don't stop," he ordered, voice low, wanton.

Rig gently pushed the kid upward. "Kiss him." Then that mouth dropped down over his cock down to
the root.

"Fuck!" His hips bucked, jerking him against the back of Rig's throat and he'd be damned if his Rabbit
didn't take it all.

The kid's mouth covered his, tasting of his own salt and of Rig as well as the sweet, honestflavor that
belonged to the kid. He dove into the kiss, hips just going, pushing himself into Rig's mouth over and over
again. Rig just opened up, took all he had and demanded more.

He fucked the kid's mouth with his tongue and Rig's with his cock and just went at both hard. Dick's
hands were wandering, sliding under his t-shirt and stroking his skin. Rig's... fuck Rig was still playing
with his balls, making it absolutely amazing.

Rig sucked hard, throat working his prick. The kid held onto his shoulders, mouth opening wide,
welcoming his invasion. They made him feel like a fucking god. The god of fucking pleasure and it wasn't
going to be long now, not the way Rig was working him.

Then one long finger slid back, pressing into him. He roared, the sound muffled by Dick's mouth, come
pulsing into Rigger's throat. Rigger drank him down, swallowing.

Dick pressed against him, the kid hard, rubbing. It made him chuckle -- the impatience of youth. Rig's
hand reached out, rubbed Dick's thigh, lips still hot on his prick.

"Yeah, Rig, you keep me hard and I'll fuck you while you suck the kid."

That made the kid whimper and rub harder. Of course, it made Rig suck harder, head just bobbing.

He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, that was it. He spread his legs wider again, lying back against the couch, just
fucking enjoying the sucking and the rubbing. The finger inside him pushed deep, Rig pegging his gland,
stroking it.

"Fuck!" He bucked, cock throbbing inside Rig's mouth.

Those grey eyes just smiled up at him, the touch coming again and again. His eyes rolled into the back of
his head as he just fucking rode it, knowing nothing but their bodies and pleasure.

It didn't take long before Rig pulled away, panting. "Fuck me. You promised."

"Get your ass over here then." His voice was little more than a growl and he gave the kid a grin. "You
get his mouth, kid. Nobody gets left out of this gravy train."

Rig reached over, working Dick's jeans open. The kid moaned, fingers fumbling to help, probably
getting in the way.

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Rock growled and grabbed the jeans, tearing them apart. "Let's move. I want your ass, Rig."

"Pushy old man." Rig went on hands and knees, working those tight jeans open even as that mouth found
Dick's cock.

"I just know what I want." Besides the kid wasn't complaining. Probably couldn't what with Rig's mouth
wrapped around his prick, but still.

He got up and pushed his own jeans off, kneeling behind Rig. He dug the lube out from under the couch
cushions, slicked up two fingers and just like that he was pushing them into tight heat.

Rig jerked, started riding him sure and steady. He looked over at the kid, grinning at the glazed look in
Dick's eyes. Two fingers became three and he was hurrying now, knowing he'd look pretty much the
same once he'd sunk his meat into Rig and wanting it, fucking needing it.

Rig squeezed his fingers, a dark blush crawling along Rig's spine. That was his signal and he tugged his
fingers out. "Come on, let me go, Rigger. It's my cock you want."

Rig's body relaxed and he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing it in. Rig's head lifted, the low,
harsh sound music to his fucking ears. Groaning, he pushed all the way in, going deep. So fucking good.
And the look on the kid's face as Rig sucked him? Fucking awesome.

Rig was moving and rocking, humming and just happy as shit between them, taking them both. He bent
and grabbed the kid's neck, pulling Dick in for a nice, slow tongue fuck, rhythm matching his cock in
Rig's ass. Rig squeezed him, rippling around him, moaning low. Oh, that got him moving faster, harder,
tongue pushing into Dick's mouth, cock into Rig's ass, just pounding into that tight heat.

Rig's head started bobbing, mouth sliding over Dick's prick, making it wet. The kid was feeding him the
most amazing noises. He drove them all harder, faster, hand wrapping around Rig's prick to complete the
loop. Rig jerked, bucking hard now, demanding more, faster, deeper.

He broke off the kiss with the kid so he could give Rig what he wanted, what he needed. "Oh fuck, yes."
He nodded, watching as Dick started to really fuck Rig's mouth, matching him.

He could feel Rig, feel his Rabbit's heat everywhere, squeezing him tight.

The kid's eyes suddenly went wide, Dick crying out and loosing the rhythm, jerking as he came. Rig
pushed himself up, riding his cock hard, eyes rolling. Dick moved in, supporting Rig, mouth diving right
into Rig's.

He groaned and pushed harder, pumped harder. "Come on, Rigger, give it up."

Rigger cried out into the kid's lips, jerking, coming hard. That sweet ass milked him hard and he kept
thrusting as long as he could, shooting deep as he came.

Rig slumped, leaning against Dick, panting a little. "Damn. Fucking sweet."

He purred. Yeah. Goddamned fucking sweet.

He pushed them all toward the couch where they wound up in a pile of arms and legs, bodies warm and

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pliant.

"We can definitely do that again," observed Dick.

Rig nodded, hummed. "Hell, yeah."

"Give me a couple minutes to recover boys and I'll see what I can do for you." He winked, feeling pretty
fucking fine.

All this and he was getting out of doing the groceries, too. Life was pretty fucking good.

end

February 2005

Rig threw the ball across the yard, laughing at the pups as they scrambled, barking and running and
stumbling over their own ears. He was swinging on the hammock, soaking up the late fall rays, drinking a
cold one. Living life.

Fuck, he was happy.

He thought maybe he heard the front door banging and the dogs went nuts, running to the back door and
barking. A few moments later, Rock came stumbling out, Dick right on his tail.

"There he is!" said Rock, voice a little loud, words careful. "Our resident slut. Been looking for you."

"What have y'all been up to?" He grinned up, finishing his beer.

"Rock's drunk."

"Am not, kid."

Dick snorted. "I drove the truck."

"I have had a couple and felt it was prudent to let you have the wheel in case we were stopped by an
ossifer ."

The kid giggled. "You let me behind the wheel, Rock. You're drunk."

"Mmm... " He rolled up, getting almost in Rock's space. "You feeling all loose and wanting,Rocketman
?" The man was a cute drunk.

"Why else would I be searching you out with a ragingonhard ?"

"Oh, way to sweet talk him, Rock." Dick rolled his eyes. "Help me get him back inside, Rig, before he
gives theneighbors a show."

"We've got afence,? yelled Rock.

"Yeah, and you're shouting."

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"Am not!"

"Marines. Marines." Rig chuckled, winked. "Come on inside and we'll fuck. Way more fun than talking."
He made sure he wiggled all the way in.

"Talk is cheap. That ass is worth... a lot."

Dick giggled. "That's a little better, Rock."

"Fuck off, kid."

"That's the plan, big guy."

"Come get it, big guy. I'll give it up for you."

"Anybody would give it up for me!"

"Nothing wrong with your ego," laughed Dick.

"Come here, Dick, I'd like you to meet my ego."

"Hey, that ego is mine." Rig laughed, winked at Dick and stripped his shirt off. "Couch or bed."

"Right fucking here," said Rock, grabbing his crotch in one hand and the kitchen counter in the other.

"Um... maybe bed. That mattress is much softer when you pass out on it."

Rig licked his lips, got ready to run. The kid had a point. "Come get me, marine."

Rock growled and took off after him. Damn, even drunk the man was fast. The only reason he made it
to the bedroom before he got tackled was thanks to the kid holding Rock back. He hit the mattress hard,
laughing loud, ass pushing right up against Rock's prick.

"Oh, ready to go!" Rock laughed, pushed against him.

"Always for you, Blue." He leaned over, kissed Rock's hand.

"You're a little lost there, Rig. That's not my prick."

Dick's laughter was sweet, their kid tugging at Rock'sBDUs , getting Rock naked.

"I'm flexible. I'm not that flexible." He wiggled, stretching.

"You sure? How're you pressing against me from both sides then?"

Dick laughed again. "This is me, you big lug!"

Rig started laughing, tickled down deep. "You're something else, Rock. Something special."

"I know."

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He cackled, turned so they were face to face. "Hey."

"Oh, hey." Those blue eyes weren't exactly focused, but they were happy and he knew they saw him.

"So fucking hot, Blue." He leaned up, took a hard, deep kiss.

"I know," Rock told him again, chasing his mouth down for another kiss.

The kid was already making noises, rubbing up against Rock's back. "Wegonna play Rock in the
middle?"

"Mmm... myfavorite game."

"I don't want to play a game. I want to fuck."

Dick chuckled. "We're fucking, Rock. Promise."

Rig nodded, spread. "I want you to fuck me. Think you remember how?"

Rock snorted. "I could fuck you with both hands tied behind my back."

"That's because you fuck with your prick, Rock." The kid was grinning, teasing. Playing with the bear.

"If you had your hands tied, you couldn't touch me and drive me wild." He took another kiss, licking
Rock's lips.

"Don't need my hands for that." Rock kissed him hard and then bent and sucked hard on one of his
nipples.

"Sweet fuck!" He arched, eyes popped open.

Rock chuckled evilly around his nipple. "Told you."

"Uh-huh." He nodded, panting. Yeah. Yeah. Wow.

Rock moved to his other nipple, hips pushing into him and then back. "Come on, kid. Get with the
program."

"Pushy, pushy."

Rig spread, stretched, offering Rock his ass. "I like pushy."

Rock purred. "That's my Rabbit."

Dick got Rock's hand slicked up and guided it to his ass. "So push, big guy."

Two fingers slid right into him.

"Mmm..." He pushed into the touch, rocking nice and hard. "Yes."

"Yeah. You want more?" Another finger joined the first two, Rock's mouth still working histitties .

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"Uhn. Rock. Damn. Good." He was hard as stone, rocking, riding Rock's fingers.

"I know." Oh, that growl was all confidence and sex and need. Rock's fingers disappeared, that thick
cock pressing against his hole. "You want a piece of this, Rigger?"

"Fuck yes. Please." He arched up, rubbing, begging.

"Slut." Rock accused, looking smug. Then that fat prick was pushing into him, filling him up.

"Uh-huh. Yours." He nodded, took Rock in.

Rock's eyes glazed over even more, a low moan sounding. "Oh fuck. How can you still be so fucking
tight, Rig? Best fucking ass I have ever fucked."

He leaned up, whispered. "Made for you, for this."

"Uh-huh." Rock groaned, starting to move.

"Wait a minute, Rock. Let me just...." Dick moaned. "Oh fuck."

A shudder went through Rock. "Gottamove, kid."

"Okay, yeah. I'm with you now."

"Please, y'all... I need." He arched, groaning as Rock's prick slid over his gland.

"Now who's pushy?" asked Rock, chuckling.

And then they were moving, all three of them working together to find a good, hard rhythm. Even drunk
Rock could fuck like a machine, hard and fast and for fucking ever.

He moaned and kissed, flying with it, just needing. "Blue. So fucking good."

"I know." Rock gave him a wink and a smile a mile wide. That prick just doing it to him over and over
again.

He chuckled, the soundgaspy and hoarse, one hand reaching up to cup Dick's jaw. Dick moaned and
nuzzled into his touch, their movements suddenly a little harder, a little faster.

"Kid's always so impatient," murmured Rock.

"Young. Strong. Fucking fine. My marines."

Both Dick and Rock purred at that and they moved together, moved faster, fucking him and each other
hard.

"Soon," said Dick, voice catching.

"Yes. Hell, yes." He arched, bucking hard, fucking flying.

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Dick cried out, their smooth motions beginning to jerk and then stopping altogether as Rock groaned
and filled him with heat. His own orgasm came easy as pie, just filling him up and pouring from him.

Two big bodies collapsed down onto him, Rock's purrs quickly fading into snores. Dick chuckled and
rolled to the side, taking Rock with him.

Rig met Dick's eyes, stretching for a kiss. "Did y'all eat supper while you were out?"

Dick shook his head and climbed over Rock and him, to snuggle up along his other side. "Munchies.
Well I ate a lot more than Rock did. And I was having cokes. He'll be starving in a couple hours, I bet."

"Mmm. We'll rest for a bit and then I'll make hamburger steak and potatoes."

"Cool." Dick's rubbed slowly against him, lips mapping his throat.

"Oh." He hummed, chin lifting. "Oh, that's fine."

"Uh-huh. Your skin's so warm. Smell good, too."

Rig pressed closer, cock throbbing a little, waking up. So good.

"I like it like this -- when the edge is off, you know? And we can just touch and kiss. Rub a little. Until it
gets all hot again." Dick grinned at him, fingers teasing, tickling.

"Mm-hmm. 's good." He was all purrs and snuggles, heated all through.

Dick's mouth slid over his lips, a barely there kiss before they ghosted over his jaw and down along his
neck again. Every now and then Dick's tongue would come out lick a wet line on his skin. He returned
thefavor by petting, fingers stroking through the short stubble, low hum filling the air.

Dick moaned and gasped, whimpered a little, rubbing against him again as he kept kissing, kept licking.
His collarbones and his shoulders, hispecs , his breastbone. His nipples.

"Mmm... Dick. So hot." He pushed into the kisses, heart just pounding.

"Yeah, you, too." Dick's mouth closed over one of his nipples, tongue teasing it until it grew hard,
pushing into Dick's touch.

Rig just panted, eyes rolling, sensation building and building inside him.

"Fuck, you're sexy," murmured Dick, lips sliding over his skin as the kid worked his way over to Rig's
other nipple.

"Just know who I want." He nodded, purring low. "Don't stop."

"Oh, no, I'm not planning on stopping." Dick stopped looking up at him, eyes wicked, dancing. "Why
would I want to stop?"

"Tease." He chuckled, goosing Dick good and hard.

Dick yelped, pressing hard against him, laughing. Rock shifted, grumbling and sprawling.

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"Watch out, you'll wake the bear and he'll bite."

Dick nodded. "He needs to sleep it off or he'll wake up hung over and you'll have to suck him off to
ungrouch him."

"If he sleeps it off and wakes up horny, I'll get to suck him off."

Dick chuckled and nodded. "But that'll be after I've had my shot at you."

"Hell, yeah." Rig nodded, pulling Dick up for a long kiss.

Dick moaned into his mouth, body rubbing against him, hot and hard and good. They kissed until they
were both breathless, gasping, hard as rocks.

"Want to suck you," Dick murmured, hand circling his cock and pumping lightly.

"Oh... Together? You haven't fucked my mouth in... well, hours, for sure."

Dick moaned. "Yeah. Yeah."

He was given a hard kiss and then Dick was shifting, turning so they could suck each other. Rig
wrapped his hands around Dick's thighs, pulling him close, humming low. The kid's prick was already full,
wet-tipped, ready for him.

Dick moaned, licking at his balls, still teasing. He wrapped his lips around the head of Dick's cock,
sucking nice and steady. Dick whimpered and took his cock in, mirroring him.

Oh, fucking sweet. He purred, tongue sliding, so happy. Dick's hands slid along his thighs, the kid's head
started to bob slowly.

"Mmm..." He moaned low, eyes closing, so hungry.

Dick's hips started moving, matching the rhythm he was being sucked off with. His fingers slid and
stroked, petting Dick's ass, Dick's hips. Dick whimpered, hips moving faster, mouth sucking harder.

They were moving together like a well-oiled machine, giving and taking pleasure. It was so good, so
easy between them. Rig counted on this so much, needed his men. Dick's hips pushed harder, the cock in
his mouth throbbing. Dick was close.

Rig tapped behind Dick's balls, jostling the kid's gland. Dick's scream vibrated around his cock, spunk
spraying down into his throat. He arched, hips rocking as he swallowed, drinking Dick down.

The suction around his own prick got weak for a few moments and then it was back, Dick working him
hard.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck." He pushed, nodded, thighs spreading.

Dick took him all the way in, his prick bumping the back of the kid's throat, Dick's nose bumping against
his balls. He shot hard, heat just flooding through him, Dick kept pulling, sucking him down, fingers
stroking his thighs.

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"Mmm..." He spread, shivered, rocking slow. "You melt me."

Dick pulled slowly off his prick and started kissing the insides of his thighs. Rig just purred, legs moving
slowly, floating. Dick kept it up, mouth soft and hot on his skin.

"So fucking fine." His fingers tangled in Dick's hair.

"Mmm... you are."

Rig smiled, petting, humming.

Dick slowly worked his way back around and up his body, bringing their mouths together for long, slow
kisses. He cupped Dick's cheek, pouring himself into each kiss.

Dick hummed. "That was nice."

"It was better than nice."

Dick chuckled and wriggled. "Yeah, I think so, too."

They settled together, Rig amusing himself with lazy kisses, touches. "You ready for the weekend?"

"Hell yes." Dick laughed. "In fact I'd like to spend the rest of it right here with the two sexiest men I
know."

"You have the most wonderful plans, kid."

"I learned from the master."

He chuckled. "Rock's plans are masterful. Simple. To the point."

Dick nodded. "I've never met one of Rock's plans I haven't liked."

He chuckled. "Me either, kid."

Dick settled in against him, hand sliding over him to pet Rock.

Rig pulled the quilt over them, snuggling. "Nap and then supper, yeah?"

Dick nodded, hand slipping back to slide into his.

He held on, smiling as Rock tugged him close.

Dick chuckled. "Doesn't matter how much he's had to drink he knows what's important."

Rig nodded, blushing dark. Yeah. Yeah, Blue did.

Dick pressed closer and squeezed his hand. "He's not the only one."

"No. No, he's not." He took another kiss, lips sliding over Dick's face.

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Dick murmured happily, heavy and warm against him.

Rig floated, warm and happy and held. Lucky.

Home.

March 2005

Rock was working out, showing the kid his moves. He taught the kid how to work the weights to his
advantage, how to use the morning PT in tandem with them. Running and jumping jacks complimented
back and front leg curls and you needed the side curls too -- they were hell on the inner thighs, but they
were the only thing that really worked those muscles properly.

You needed the right music, too, when you were working out. No music at all worked, the sound of
your weights and your own breath, grunts of effort from yourself and anyone you were working out with.
Or hard rock was good. Something that encouraged you to keep going.

What you didn't want was sickly sweet love songs or cowboy hurting songs. Nothing could deflate a
workout faster.

Rock was convinced the latter was the reason why Rig never worked out. His music just wasn't working
out music.

"Oh man, I'm done," complained Dick, weights settling heavy.

"Which means you can do ten more. Never quit when you think you're done. He got a look and just
grinned back. "You want to look like a stud like me, don't you?"

Groaning, the kid got back into it.

"Mmm... look at y'all, fine as Sunday supper." He looked up at his own personal redneck, leaning
against the doorframe in nothing but a pair of shorts and a sheen of sweat. Three beer bottles dangled
from those long fingers.

Dick's weights clunked back into place again. "Perfect timing, we were just wrapping up, weren't we,
Rock?"

He chuckled and nodded, doing another two reps before letting his own weights settle back down,
gently. "Kid doesn't have my staying power."

"He just needs practice. You both look fucking fine."

Dick stuck his tongue out and Rock laughed. "Now what do I always say about that, kid?"

"Yeah, yeah, no sticking it out unless I'm going to use it. Watch me use it."

The kid got up and went over to Rig, fingers sliding into the short blond almost curls, tilting Rig's head
just so as Dick brought their mouths together. There was plenty of tongue in the kiss and Rock's cock
throbbed. Rig moaned, melted right into the kid, hands sliding down Dick's spine.

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Oh, now that was hardly fair that Dick was getting all the action. He got up and went over to them,
wrapping an arm around each of them and pushing into that plenty of tongue kiss. Oh fuck yeah.

Rig smelled almost sweet, the sunshine and sweat on his cowboy making him hard as stone.

He broke off from the kiss quickly enough, wanting to take a taste, first of Rig and then of Dick, the
sweat enhancing the flavor of his men.

Rig moaned, arching, long, thin thighs spreading. "Oh, fuck."

"Not yet, Rigger, but give us time."

Dick's laughter was sweet, muffled by Rig's mouth.

"Bitch." Rig chuckled, nuzzled.

"Am not!" He was just being helpful. Pointing out the facts. Oh, and now the kid's eyes were just
dancing.

Rig chuckled. "Shower time, marines. Let's get slick and soapy."

The kid nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

"Let me get another taste of my men first." He leaned in and licked at Rig's neck, that sweet little spot
that made his redneck nuts.

"Oh." Rig arched, moaned nice and low.

He purred. His cowboy was easy.

Hands slid up along his arms, Rig petting him, rocking against him. Dick shifted, sandwiching their
cowboy between them. He rumbled happily. Perfect.

"Mmm... love that sound..." The words were whispered low.

He rumbled again and took Rig's mouth in a hard kiss. Rig hummed, rubbed against him, moaning, hands
sliding on his head. Made him feel like a fucking god, Rig did. He purred, fingers sliding down to find
Rig's ass, the kid's cock pushing against the back of his fingers.

"Mmm... yes. Yes. More." Rig shifted, moaning low.

The kid's sweet noises started about then, hips moving and rubbing. He slid his hands apart, letting Rig's
ass and the kid's cock push together.

"Blue..." Rig moaned, arched.

"Naked," muttered Dick and he chuckled.

"Yeah, naked would be good."

That was all it took and the kid was working off his own shorts and t-shirt before starting on Rig's.

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Rig's belly rubbed against his, hot and slick and lean.

He pulled off his PT shorts and there they were, all naked and hot and rubbing together. He rumbled and
growled, pleased as fuck. A bit of a shift and a push and Dick's back hit the wall as he ground against
Rig, making Rig grind back against Dick.

Rig's eyes met his, hot as hell, so fucking happy. "Made for this."

He nodded. He knew it.

He took Rig's mouth, the kiss hot, full of everything he felt and he rubbed and rubbed, humping against
his lovers. Rig's arms were around his neck, Dick reaching for his waist, all of them moving and rubbing
and sliding.

He could smell their sweat mingling altogether, strong and male and going straight to his fucking cock.
He got one hand down between him and Rig, wrapped their cocks together and started tugging as his
other hand slid behind Rig’s ass and around Dick's cock.

Rig's cry pushed into his lips, sweet and happy and horny as fuck, tongue fucking his lips in time.

He worked their pricks hard, Dick's sweet noises complementing the sound of flesh slapping, of Rig's
tongue-sucking and their groans.

The kid came first, shooting up against Rig's back, making his Rabbit jerk and moan.

"Love that smell," he murmured, squeezing his and Rig's pricks, thumb sliding across the tips of them.

Rig nodded, eyes going wide as more heat sprayed, the smell sweet. With a rumble, he let his own load
go, shooting up over his hand, coating Rig's belly and his own. He slumped against them.

"Oh. Oh, great fucking workout, marines." Rig's lips brushed his jaw.

He chuckled. "Now we can get that shower."

"And then we can get that fuck!" put in the kid.

"Gottalove marines with a plan." Rig's chuckle tickled his skin.

"Of course you do, we're marines." The kid sounded pretty confident, almost cocky. It was cute.

"No, Dick, we're not just marines. We'reus ."

"You'remine ." Rig sounded very, very sure of that fact.

"Yes, sir," murmured Dick.

He chuckled and swatted the kid's hip. "Okay, let’s go before I decide to hell with the plan and fuck
your asses up against the wall."

Rig grinned. "It'll be more fun soapy,Rocketman ."

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"You promise?"

"You know it." That laugh was fucking pure sex.

Dick groaned, starting to rub again and he shook his head. "None of that."

He gave them each a hard kiss and headed for the bathroom, confident they'd follow him. Rig's hands
landed on his ass, squeezing. Oh, yeah, right behind him.

***

Fuck, it was hot.

Not just warm. Not just sunny.

HOT.

He was up on the ladder in the backyard cleaning gutters and repairing the edging the squirrels had
gnawed on, sweat pouring from him. Shit, Rock said he never worked out. This?

Fucking exercise.

Grimmystarted barking, the sound of the front door slamming faint. A moment later his marines came out
the back door, the kid trailing Rock like he always did.

"Watch out for the pile of trash, y'all. It's nasty." Sexy bastards. He grinned down, wiped his forehead.

Rock just raised an eyebrow and skirted it, but the kid, god love him, stopped to ask, "You want us to
bag it and take it out to the garage?"

"If you don't mind, sure." He shook his head and started in on the last bit. "Man, who ordered this heat?"

Rock grumbled and popped the kid one, but he got in there and helped bag and shift.

"Thought you liked the heat, Rig?" Dick smiled up at him, a smudge of dirt on one cheek.

"I do, but I'm feeling baked through to my bones. I must've sweated a gallon." He finally finished,
carefully heading down the ladder.

Rock had stopped what he was doing and was watching him, standing near the ladder like his own
personal safety net.

Rig gave his Blue a grin, got down, knees a little wobbly. "Man, I stood up there too long." He stretched
up and then leaned down.

Rock immediately was at his side, arm around him. "Come on, you're coming in. The kid can finish
putting everything away."

"Gee thanks," Dick stuck his tongue out at Rock, but gave him a smile. "He's right though, I can."

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He just nodded. "Thanks, Dick. I'll make it up to you."

"You likely already have," Dick told him, giving him a smile with enough heat to rival the weather.

Rock snorted and led him inside and down the hall. "I'm putting you in a cool shower."

"Mmm. Sounds good." He smiled up. Fuck, Rock's eyes were blue.

"Yeah, I'm fucking you, too." There was that confident, happy grin.

"Oooh. You are? I am a lucky redneck."

"You know it."

Rock's arm supported him all the way into the bathroom where he was put into the shower and propped
up against the wall. He was given a wicked grin, his only warning before Rock started the shower, him in
it, clothes and all.

"Bitch." He didn't have much on, but wettennies ? Nasty. He chunked them off and then started
unbuttoning his cutoffs.

Rock batted his hands away. "If you're finished with the insults -- that's my job."

"Oh. Okay." He smiled, turned his face to the water. Oh, fuck, that felt good.

Rock stripped out of his own shorts and then pushed up against him, fingers trailing along his body to his
waistband.

"Mmm... beautiful fucking stud." He fucking lived for this.

"You know it." Rock got his cut-offs undone, pulled them down and shoved them to the end of the tub,
that fine, hard body pushing him up against the tiles.

"Oh..." His eyes rolled, the cold of the tile and the heat of Rock's body driving him mad.

"Sexy as fuck," muttered Rock, hips sliding against his own, hands working soap into his skin.

"Feels so fucking good, Blue." He didn't understand how his lovers could make him need so fast, didn't
try to. He just thanked God for it.

By the time Rock had him soaped up and washed off again, fingers starting to explore him more
seriously, Dick's head appeared around the shower curtain. "Got room for one more?"

"Always." He reached out, wiped the smudge from Dick's cheek. "Three's the perfect number."

"Works for us," agreed Rock, pushing against him hard as one of Rock's hands tugged the kid into the
water.

Dick just beamed and raised his face to the water, rinsing off before turning for a kiss. Rig dove into the
kiss, legs wrapping around Rock's waist. Dick's hands slid along his legs, helping him settle his legs just
right.

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Rock's mouth took his first, Dick's following, pushing into the kiss with them, just where he belonged.

Rig just melted, relaxed, right where he wanted to be. Two sets of hands slid on his skin, large and sure,
long and careful, it was sweet.

"Fuck, yes." He smiled at Dick, rubbed their noses together.

Dick grinned back at him, those sweet as fuck noises starting up as Dick rubbed against Rock.

"Sluts," muttered Rock.

"Yours." He met those blue-blue eyes.

"You better believe it."

His mouth was taken, Rock giving him the full on treatment.

Oh.

Oh, fuck yes.

He moaned, pressing closer. Yes, Blue. More.

Rock gave it to him, pressing close and rumbling, tongue fucking his mouth. Those fingers were hot on
his skin, knowing just where to touch him, chased by Dick's own sweet touches. It was Dick who sank
to his knees, forcing their hips apart so he could lick at first Rock's cock and then his.

"Oh. Again." He sucked on Rock's tongue, eyes rolling.

"That was the plan," Dick grinned up at him and then started licking again.

Rock just rumbled into his mouth, hands squeezed his ass, holding tight.

The kid started taking in both their cocks, just the heads, licking, sucking.

"Fuck, that's sweet." His eyes rolled, hands holding onto Rock's shoulders.

"Kid's got a mouth on him. I only know one better." Those blue eyes were looking into him.

Dick made a noise, teeth scrapping for a moment.

He arched, toes curling. "Fuck."

"Fuck, kid."

And that? Felt like laughter around his cock.

"He's getting cocky,Rocketman ."

"That's my job," growled Rock. "What do you think we should do about it?"

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Dick's head started to bob, taking them both deep, swallowing around the tips of their cocks.

"Fuck him into the mattress?"

"That works."

Oh, more laughter around their cocks, the kid's head bobbing faster.

"Except he has to beg f...f...for it." His eyes rolled.

"That's even better," growled Rock.

The kid's mouth disappeared.

"Hey!" complained Rock.

He glared down. "You lose your place, Pretty?"

"I'm thinking you two have to beg for it."

"I don't beg. I ask nicely."

"Turnabout is fair play, that's all I'm saying. If you're going to make me beg..."

Rock chuckled. "He's getting very cocky."

Rig laughed, reaching down to stroke Dick's hair. "No, he had been getting cocky. Now, he's
cock-y-less."

Dick nuzzled into his touch and licked the tip of his cock.

"Hey!" Rock complained again.

"Mmm... So hot." He wasn't above priming the pump, so to speak.

That earned him a smile and Dick's mouth back around his cock.

"Hey!" Rock was starting to pout.

He looked up, lips brushing over Rock's, then kissing hard. No pouting. Rock purred and then the
sound got louder as he felt Rock's prick join his in Dick's mouth.

He deepened the kiss, hips rocking in slow waves into Dick's mouth. Rock matched him and Dick just
took them both, swallowing around them again and again.

Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. Sweet. Damn. He moved faster, harder, humping up, want becoming need.

The kid didn't tease them anymore and he and Rock didn't say anything, just fucked that sweet mouth,
working together to get what they needed. He grunted as his balls tightened, thighs going taut. Fuck. Yes.

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Rock's growl filled his mouth, his Blue's spunk filling Dick's mouth, he could feel it around his own dick.

He cried out, eyes rolling, hips jerking. "Fuck! Yes!"

Dick swallowed hard, obviously trying to take down everything they both had to give.

He leaned against Rock's shoulder, panting. "Damn."

"Uh-huh." Rock's lips caught his, the kiss lazy, sated.

"Score two for the kid," said Dick, making Rock laughed softly.

"Hell, yes." Rig grinned, nodded. "Sweet mouth."

"Mmm... my turn?" Thoseriverstone eyes looked up at them hopefully.

Rock laughed again. "Bed. And then I'll give you the fucking you're begging for."

"I'm not begging!"

"Sure looks like begging to me, kid."

"No,Rocketman . That?" He winked down at Dick. "Is asking nicely."

Dick laughed and pressed a kiss to his hip while Rock rolled his eyes and leaned past him to turn off the
shower.

"Bed," his Blue growled. "Now."

"Is that begging?" Dick teased the bear.

"No, kid, that? Was an order."

"He's good at that. Ordering."

Dick nodded, grinned, chuckling as Rock hauled him up. "And you're usually better at following orders,
kid."

God, he loved when Rock gotrumbly .

Dick gave Rock a hard kiss. "You know I'll follow you wherever you lead, Rock."

Rock grunted, looking pleased.

"And me? I'm just in for the sex." He grinned, stepping out of the tub, ass wiggling.

"That's because you're a slut," Rock told him, hand sliding over his ass.

"Yep. Yours." He pushed back into the touch.

"You got that right." Rock squeezed his ass and then pushed him out the door and toward the bedroom,

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Dick stumbling along behind, laughing.

"We're the porn conga line!" He laughed, dancing in toward the bed, Rock snorting behind him.

Dick's giggles were sweet. "How about a man pile?"

That got a louder snort from Rock, but Dick tackled them both, sending them all tumbling to the
mattress.

His breath whooshed out of him and he gasped. "How... how come I'm always on the bottom?"

"Luck?" Dick suggested.

"I can accept that."

"Long as everyone gets fucked, doesn't matter who's the bottom," muttered Rock.

He smiled, turning to meet those eyes. "You know it."

"It's about sex. Of course I know it." Rock gave him a wink and then a kiss, tugging the kid down so all
three of their mouths slid together.

Oh, hell yeah. His men, naked, clean, kissing, in bed?

Heaven.

Two cocks, hot as brands, burned against his belly, wet tips leaving trails along his skin. Dick's noises
filled his mouth. Rig found Dick's cock, started stroking, pulling, loving the feel of that long, long prick in
his hand. Dick moaned and shuddered, hands sliding, finding his nipples.

Rock broke the kiss and disappeared a moment, coming back with the lube. "I believe I promised to
fuck the kid through the mattress."

"That was the plan, yeah." He pushed into Dick's touch, eyes rolling.

Dick gasped and moaned. "Oh, yeah. It's a good plan."

Rock laughed, moving, shifting them so they were lying properly on the bed with his Blue between their
legs as Dick lay on top of him.

"You going to fuck me while he does you, Dick?" Rig spread, offered.

"Oh fuck. Yes."

Dick nodded enthusiastically and Rock laughed again and two of those thick fingers pushed into his ass.
"Good thing I have two hands."

"Oh..." He nodded, riding those fingers just like that.

Dick moaned and whimpered and made all those noises that belonged to him and Rock, while Rock
looked smug andstudly , both hands working, opening him and Dick right up.

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Rig reached up, cupped Rock's jaw, thumb tracing that kiss-swollen bottom lip. Rock growled and bit
at his thumb, teeth sharp but not hurting. His body squeezed Rock's fingers, lips parting on a moan.

Dick licked at his lips and then bent down to take one of his nipples in and start sucking. That long cock
sawed against him, the rhythm dictated by the movements of Rock's fingers. His eyes rolled, breath
panting out of him. He could just stay right here, forever.

"Oh, Fuck. Need." Dick's voice was strained, wanting.

Rock's finger slid away. "You get inside Rig first."

He nodded, legs spreading, begging for it. "Come on, now. In me deep."

Dick just nodded and looked down, hand guiding his prick to Rig's ass. And then Dick was pushing into
him, sinking deep, going all the way. "Oh, fuck, Rig."

"That is the idea, kid." Rock's teasing words were threaded through with heat, his Blue's voice husky.

"Oh..." He leaned up, kissed Dick good and hard. Yeah. Yeah, so good.

Dick whimpered into his mouth and then whimpered again, cock pushing deeper into him as Rock filled
Dick. He reached, hands finding Rock's strong shoulders. Yes.

They started to move, all three of them together, hot flesh sliding inside hot flesh, groans and grunts filling
the air with their need, their love. Dick filled him, Rock was hot under his hands. So fucking good. Two
pairs of eyes gazed down at him, both filled with pleasure and need.

Then Rock and Dick's hands met at his cock, fingers sliding together as they wrapped around him.

"Oh. My marines..." He arched, rocking faster, hips snapping.

"Uh-huh," gasped Dick, eyes starting to roll.

"You know it," growled Rock, hand squeezing harder around his cock, the pace picking up.

They started slapping together, sounds growing sharper, harsher.

Faster and harder and more and Dick was moaning and crying out and heat filled him as Dick's cock
pulsed inside him.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah." Rock's hand squeezed him, and his eyes rolled, spunk just pouring from him.

Dick kept rolling into him as Rock continued to fuck him and then his Blue moaned and froze, Dick
making a soft, happy sound.

He hummed, so warm, so sated.

Their bodies all split apart and then they came together again, Dick and Rock on either side of him,
keeping him warm, held.

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"Oh. Yeah." He needed to make supper, feed the dogs, do... stuff, but...

Yeah.

"Sh..." murmured Rock, hand petting his belly.

A moment later the soft snores started.

Dick chuckle was soft and sweet, sleepy against his chest.

"Uh-huh." His fingers twined with Dick's, a soft purr escaping him as his eyes closed.

Dick snuggled close, breathing going soft, the kid's almost snores soon following Rock's.

Mmm. Yeah.

Yeah.April 2005

A museum.

He was in a fucking museum.

Rock wanted to know whose fucking ideathis was.

Yeah, sure they were in New York on holiday. Sure, New York had all this fuckingculture . But he was
a sports fan. They should have been at fucking Yankee Stadium. Or evenShea Stadium. He wasn't
fucking picky.

Or they could have gone to central fucking park and strolled. See him be not picky.

Except when it came to stuff like fucking museums.

This was the kid's fault. Dick had mentioned something about a cowboy showing or display or whatever
the fuck fancy name they called it and how wouldn't that be fun. What the kid hadn't mentioned was that
wasn't all that was here and damn, it was just never fucking ending.

Rock stopped in front of a bunch of dots on a canvas. Damn, that was ugly. Had they really paid to get
in here?

Dick and Rig owed him a steak. A nice thick porterhouse with sautéed mushrooms and grilled onions
and not a fucking vegetable in sight. And something large and chocolate for dessert. To be followed by
blow jobs until he couldn't fucking see anymore.

And then maybe, just maybe, he'd forgive them for dragging his ass through room after room of crap
hanging on the walls.

Tomorrow they were sleeping in, fucking, eating, fucking some more and having another steak.

He stopped in front of another butt-ugly picture, this one at least looked like... melted stuff. Okay, he
was out of there.

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"I'll meet you out front," he growled at Rig and took off. Maybe he could find a sausage or something
from one of those vendors to tide him over until he got his steak.

It wasn't long before heat was at his hip, grey eyes watching him. "Yeah. You pissed?"

"You'll make it up to me." He watched as the kid came up on the other side of Rig, looking at him
cautiously. "I mean a fucking museum. You think you high culture boys can find us someplace with a pool
table, cold beer and fucking decent steaks?"

"I imagine that's possible,Rocketman . Although I'm not sure we should trust Yankees with steak."

"I think I'll take that chance, Rig. After all, I trusted you two knuckleheads with the afternoon's
entertainment. I don't think Yankees can do any worse with a steak."

Dick slouched. "Sorry, Rock. I didn't actually think you'd say yes and I sure wasn't going to give up the
opportunity when you did."

Rig moved a little away, sunglasses going on, hat brim going down. "Lead the way. I'm right behind you."

He growled softly, looking at the two of them. Somehow he'd gotten to be the bad guy here and he
couldn't for the life of him figure out how. He'd gone to the damned museum, hadn't made anyone leave,
hell they'd been here for hours.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and led the way out, hailing down a taxi. They piled in together,
uncharacteristically quiet, stiff, still.

"You know a good place we can drink a little beer, play a little pool and get a decent steak?" He asked
the driver.

He really didn't want to go back to the fucking hotel allgrowly and pissed, none of them talking to each
other. They were supposed to be on fucking holiday.

"Sure, bud. Somewhere not-touristy?"

Rig nodded. "Yeah. Somewhere quiet."

He nodded. Yeah. Somewhere they could just fucking relax and play.

By the time they got there, Rig was relaxed, easier, fingers touching his wrist. He rumbled a little, letting
Rig know he was ready to let it go. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the kid relaxing, almost
imperceptibly. Damn, the kid could read them like a fucking book. When he wanted to.

Rig smiled. "I don't know about y'all, but I'm starving."

"I'm wanting a beer in the worst fucking way."

"Looks like we're at the right place then," said Dick.

"Yeah, kid. It does."

"Good." Rig handed the cabbie the fare, then slid out. "Man, it's getting chilly down here."

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"That's why we don't live here." He winked at Rig. "And why we didn't come here in January."

"No shit." Rig laughed, the sound easing everything and just making shit right.

The place was dark, about half full, only two out of three pool tables in use.

Rock went right over to the bar. "A pitcher of draft and three glasses."

Rig grabbed them a pool table, hung that cowboy hat on a peg on the wall. The kid arranged for
munchies and ordered them steaks while he racked up the balls.

Now this was more like it.

"Better?" Those grey eyes met his over the felt, picking up the bright green.

"Yep. I just hit overload on the culture."

Rig chuckled, winked. "Too much in your childhood?"

"Too much on TV." He grinned, checking out that fine ass as Rig bent over the pool table.

"TV'llrot your brain..." Rig spread, shot, gave him a nice long look.

"So will museums."

Dick arrived with a plate of potato skins and onion rings, laughing. "You'd think we tied you down and
poured honey on you and let the ants have you."

"That would have been less painful, kid."

"I liked the Remington stuff. I learned about him in high school. We went to his personal museum in
Dallas."

"Well at least someone enjoyed themselves."

"I liked it," said Dick. "It's nice to do something different."

He rolled his eyes. Kid was sucking up.

"Daddy used to take me and Sissy to the museums, believe it or not. I don't know that he liked them
either, but he thought we ought to go."

He gave Rig a look. "You're cheating, Rabbit."

"Cheating?" Rig took his shot, missed.

"How am I supposed to argue against your Daddy?"

"You're not." Rig winked.

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He shook his head, chuckling. "Then I won't. That doesn't mean I'm going to the museum next time you
two have an urge."

"Okay, that's fair." Rig nodded, easy-going cowboy.

He dipped a potato skin in sour cream and pushed it into his mouth before taking his shot, sinking half
his balls before he missed and it was Rig's turn again. Now that things had eased, he was better able to
appreciate the way Rig bent over the pool table.

And so now he was horny. Which sure beat bored to death and pissed off with his lovers, but they
weren't exactly going to be able to drop their trousers and fuck over the pool table here like they could in
the basement at home.

Rig managed to give him a great view, over and over, that little cowboy ass a huge temptation. So big a
fucking temptation that he actually lost the first game to Rig.

Well. He knew that worked on the kid -- show enough skin and his game went to shit, but he usually
managed to keep it together enough to play a decent game. Of course, that gave him a whole round to
watch Rig tease and play with Dick, which was one fucking sweet consolation prize.

The kid wasn't even paying attention to his game and Rig was the victor yet again.

They had time for one more game, which he lost to Rig yet again, teasing his lover about cheating, and
then their steaks were served up and they settled in a booth in the corner.

Rig sat close, hip nudging his, stealing bites of his potato, letting him steal bites of steak. It wasn't exactly
exciting holiday stuff, but it was relaxing and good and that's what counted.

He poured himself some more beer, settling back against the booth with a sigh when he was done.

One happy, stuffed marine.

Dick grinned across at him. "You got room for dessert there?"

"There's always room for dessert, kid."

"I thought it was Jell-O..." Rig chuckled. "Wannashare one, Dick?"

"Jell-O's for wrestling in." He winked, watched as the kid tried not to choke on his last mouthful.

"Oh, Lord... Can you imagine? Jell-O in your unmentionables?" Rig was laughing, the kid snorting hard.

"I'll bet it beats mud wrestling, because let me tell you mud and unmentionables? Fucking brutal."

"Well, we've all dealt with mud and your unmentionables, ground-pounder."

It was his turn to choke and he nearly shot beer out his nose. Lucky for Rig, who was in the line of fire,
he didn't.

"All right, if we're going to mention fondling my unmentionables? I think it's only fair if they actually get
fondled."

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"Then we'd better get this show on the road,Rocketman . This city isn't big enough for public Rock
fondling." Rig put some money on the table, slid out.

"There's a city that is?"

Rig grabbed his cowboy hat and he resisted grabbing Rig and Dick's asses and out they went.

It turned out they weren't that far off their hotel. "Yougonna freeze to death on the spot if I suggest
walking, Rigger?"

Rig pondered, "Nah, stud. Y'all warm me up when we get there. Watch out for pickpockets."

"How about I watch your ass for pickpockets and you watch mine?"

"What about me?" Dick asked.

"You can watch Rig's ass, too."

"I don't usually need an excuse."

Rig laughed, wiggling a little, teasing for all of four steps before gawking at the big buildings, the lights,
the noise.

Rock grinned. "It is something else, isn't it?"

"Huge. Just. Huge, Blue..."

He nodded. "I am, it's true."

Rigger nodded, agreeing, then heard what he said, looking back with a laugh. He chuckled, strutting
along like the cock of the block, the kid trailing him.

"You know I'd be embarrassed for him, but he's got a point."

"Gee, thanks, kid."

"No." Rig shook his head, serious. "You're more pointy. He's too wide for that."

"Got that right. Nice and fat."

Dick shook his head. "I can't believe we're talking about this in the middle of the street..."

"Well, yours goes deep, deep. That's a plus, kid."

Rig just grinned, wicked shit.

The kid actually blushed nice and dark and they were laughing pretty good as they got to their hotel.
They wandered over to the elevator, letting a group of blue-haired ladies get on ahead of them.
Unfortunately they held the door open in return so on they piled.

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Rock looked down to find the lady standing next to him looking him up and down, a wicked twinkle in
her eye. Swallowing, he looked up at the numbers. Damn, the ninth floor seemed far away.

Rig managed to keep it together until the elevator door opened, then his cowboy looked the lady right in
the eyes. "Sorry, ma'am. These two? Mine. Thanks for admiring, though."

He chuckled at Rig and Dick squeaked as he got off, turning back in shock as the doors closed. "She
pinched my ass!"

His chuckles turned to laughter. "Can't find fault with her taste."

"No shit. Sexy bastards. Room." Demanding Rabbit.

Of course he was hustling, wasn't he? Even if he was making it look casual. He knew which side of the
bread he wanted to be buttered on. Or something like that.

Their room boasted a beautiful fucking king sized bed that had been thoroughly tested the night before. It
was time for round two on it.

Rig started unbuttoning his shirt, ass swaying to the music playing on the little radio.

He purred. "Gonnagive us a striptease?" He sat back on the bed, spreading his legs. "Maybe a lap
dance?"

Rig groaned, eyes on his cock, licking those lips. Slowly but surely, Rig lost the shirt, worked the belt
open, eyes watching him close. He stroked himself through his jeans, just hard and wanting, admiring the
fucking view.

Dick stripped quickly and landed on the bed next to him. "Best damn show in the city."

"You got that right, kid."

Rig blushed. "Y'all..." Still, Rig bent, gave them a long look at that fine body as he worked his boots off.

He and Dick whistled and hollered, carrying on like the fine marines they were. They got the arched
eyebrow, those jeans sliding over lean, fine hips, showing off that ink crowning a heavy cock... Oh, that
bastard shaved.

"Slut." He shook his head, hands reaching to touch almost without thinking. "You fucking slut."

"Your fucking slut." Rig stepped away, staying out of his reach.

He growled a little. "Mine. So bring it over here, Roberts."

"Hmm?" Those grey eyes twinkled, teased.

"Yougonna go get him?" Dick asked, grinning, stroking himself.

"No. He's going to come here." He crooked his finger. "Come on, Rigger. Shake that fine ass over this
way."

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Rig slid a couple steps closer, licking those lips. Fuck, he was going to bust right out of his jeans at this
rate.

"Want y'all." Rig slid even closer, cock hard as a stone.

"Sitting right fucking here, Rabbit." He growled, sitting back again, legs spreading wide.

Rig straddled his thighs, eyes hot, hungry. "Yeah."

He purred, one hand sliding around Rig's waist, the other petting that smooth skin. "Fuck, Rig."

Dick lay across his thigh, tongue moving to trace the tattoo.

"Mmm... perfect idea." Rig leaned back, offering himself. "Fuck Rig."

"I've got to get fucking naked."

"Details, details."

"Important details, Rabbit. My prick'sgonna fall off if I don't get these fucking jeans off." He fucking
needed. Now.

Rig and the kid started working his jeans open, helping to get him naked.

"Oh, fuck." Yeah. Fuck it felt good when his cock hit the air, got some room. "All right, who wants to
ride theRocketman ."

Rig chuckled. "Best fucking ride in New York,hooboy ."

"You fucking know it." He lay back as they pulled his jeans right off, got rid of his shoes and his socks
and his shirt. His cock was hard and thick. "Come and get me boys."

"How do you want it, Dick?" Rig leaned down, nuzzled his belly, eyes on the kid.

"Anyway I can get it."

Rock rumbled, hand dropping to Rig's head. "While you're down there..."

Rig's eyes shone up. "You wanting, stud?"

"Always. Always." He nodded tilting Rig's mouth toward his prick. Like he wouldever turn that mouth
down.

Rig's lips opened, tongue sliding down over his prick, hot and slick, those eyes still fastened on him. He
growled, hips pushing. So fucking good. Rig groaned, lips pulling hard, tongue sliding, lapping the tip of
his cock.

The kid slid away and moved Rig, tilting the skinny hips and taking Rig's cock in his mouth. Yeah.
Fucking sweet to feel and watch. Rig's eyes went wide, the groan harsh and good around his cock.

He nodded, hips moving, finding a rhythm, pushing into Rig's mouth over and over again. This was worth

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any fucking number of museums. Not that he'd admit it.

Rig's hands rolled his balls, pet him slow and easy. Loving on him.

"Yeah. Fuck. Good." He growled the words out, pleasure making his belly heavy.

Rig nodded, sucked harder, throat tight around the tip of his prick.

The kid was good, but no one could match his Rabbit when it came tococksucking and that he was
going to come first was a foregone conclusion. Sure enough, he was soon thrusting as hard as he could,
coming down Rig's throat with a cry. Rig sucked hard, swallowed, pulled the spunk right out of him.

He shuddered through it, purring as he relaxed back into the bed.

The kid was still working Rig's prick, sucking hard. Rig climbed up, dragging the kid with him, low cries
filling the air. He took that mouth with his own, tasting himself.

Rig cried out, eyes rolling, hips pumping into the kid's mouth. He slid his hands down and tweaked Rig's
nipples.

"Oh!" Rig arched, blushing dark as he came. "Yes!"

He purred. "Yeah. Fucking good."

Dick hummed, swallowing Rig down, taking his time cleaning that pretty cock.

Rig settled, humming low, blinking slow. He got a hold of the kid and dragged him up as well, tasting Rig
in Dick's mouth. Then he settled them both on his chest.

Rig reached down for Dick's cock, fingers sliding. "You need, Dick?"

The kid blushed hard. "I kind of already... when you did."

He chuckled. "That's our boy."

Rig nodded, leaning towards Dick, taking a long, slow kiss. "Yeah. Ours."

Dick grinned, looking happy, cute, sexy as fuck.

"Naptime," he growled. "Then it's riding time."

"Yeah. Yeah, Blue." Rig nodded, cuddled, warm and happy and close.

"Yeah."

His eyes closed. Oh yeah. For this? He'd visit any number of fucking museums. Not that he was going to
tell them that. Not for a second.

May 2005

Rock cracked a half an eye open, glancing at the clock. 0600 hours. And it was raining, he could hear

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the fucking drops on the roof, on the ground. Happy fucking Saturday. The least his body could have
done was let him sleep in. And no wonder he hadn't been woken up with his usual blow-job, Rig
wouldn't come back and do that for another three hours at least because usually he slept the fuck in.
Usually, he'd growl if anyone dared wake him before nine

So why the fuck was he awake, mind chasing its own tail?

Because it was Rig's birthday, that was why.

A glance beside him confirmed that he had to get up a damned sight earlier than six fucking a.m. to beat
Rig out of bed to the coffee machine, but he figured his Rabbit would still appreciate him hauling ass up
early. There was no present like the gift of oneself.

He got up with a groan, the kid snuffling and shifting, but not waking. He grinned. He guessed you
learned about the important stuff with age. Yeah, sleep was at the top of the list, but making his Rabbit
happy on his birthday? That ranked higher.

He stretched and let his cock point the way, heading out to the kitchen.

Rig was sitting at the table, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, wearing one of his PT
sweatshirts and a scant pair of shorts.

"Looking good for someone who just got another year older," he growled, letting his hands drop onto
Rig's shoulders.

"Mmm... Hey Blue." Rig looked up, gave him a warm, happy smile. "You're up early."

He chuckled and pressed his cock along Rig's neck. "I sure am. Figured I should, though -- your
birthday and all." Rig hummed, leaned right in and nuzzled his cock. Oh, fuck yes. Already shaved and
smooth, that skin just slid against him.

"I didn't come out here just so you could suck me." He hadn't. Really. It wasRig 's birthday. 'Course
with Rig nuzzling him like that a man could be forgiven for forgetting just exactly what he'd come out for.

"No. Not just." Rig kissed the tip of his cock, lips hot and just right.

He groaned. "Rig...fuck, that mouth is pure sin."

"All yours. Yougonna take me back to bed, after? Give me what I need?" Those grey eyes just told him
all he needed to fucking know.

"You know it. All fucking day long." He slid his hand along Rig's cheek, thumb slipping into that hot
mouth. Rig's lips wrapped around his thumb, suction low and sweet. He let his pleasure rumble from him,
anticipation building. He knew how that suction felt around his cock. Rig's eyes got darker, hungrier, the
suction on his thumb stronger. He gave a full out growl and pulled his thumb from Rig's mouth. "No sense
wasting that enthusiasm on my fingers."

"Pushy old man." Rig's laugh was pure sex, no question.

"Careful who you're calling old -- I'm not the one with the birthday today." He gave Rig a wink, rubbed
his cock along Rig's lips, making them shine with his pre-come. Rig's tongue slipped out, wetting his cock

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and he moaned. "Yeah, that's it, Rig."

His fingers slid through Rig's short hair, petting. He got a low hum, lips wrapping around him, starting to
pull, to give him just what he wanted. It was so fucking good. Like nothing else ever and he was pretty
much purring, just fucking enjoying the hell out of Rig's mouth.

He'd had it -- over and over for a long damn time -- but it was still just it. Just fucking right. Rig knew
exactly what he liked, exactly how to make it last, make it slowly build until he was just pumping with his
hips and filling that hot mouth over and over again. Long fingers moved up, over his abs, to hispecs ,
Rig's eyes closed, loving it. Slut.

His.

"Fucking something else, Rig." He stroked Rig's skin and then held onto his head, held it in place as he
started to hump, pushing deep into Rig's mouth, cock hitting the back of Rig's throat. Rig let him in and in,
swallowing around his prick, eyes just rolling.

"Fuck!' His hips were snapping, out of control and just fucking humping Rig's face and then he was
shouting, coming hard and deep inside Rig's mouth. His hungry Rabbit didn't miss a drop, just kept
working him, drawing it out. The shivers and shudders that shook him now were almost better than his
orgasm had been, the look on Rig's face about as blissful as he felt.

Those hands started moving, petting and stroking, tickling a little.

He chuckled, prick sliding out of Rig's mouth. "It a tickle war you were wishing for on your birthday,
Rabbit?"

"Are we calling it tickling now, Blue?" Those fuck-swollen lips were licked, turned up into a smile.

"We can call it anything you want. Long as you don't forget to call me for it." He winked and slid his
fingers down into Rig's sweatshirt, touching those sensitive littletitties . "Come to bed. Maybe we'll even
wake the kid in time for the celebratory fucking."

"Sounds perfect." Rig stood, pushed right into his arms and rubbed. He chuckled and bent, taking Rig up
into a fireman's carry and heading off to the bedroom. Rig’s laugh rang out, hands grabbing his ass and
squeezing. "Neanderthal!"

"You know it." He reached up and squeezed Rig's ass back, thumb pushing beneath theshorty
-short-shorts to slide along Rig's crack. Man wasn't wearing any underwear. "Slut."

"Yours." Those thighs parted, gave him access.

"Absolutely." He slid his thumb into Rig's ass, the heat there just grabbing at him. "All fucking mine."

"Mine, too." Dick was sitting up in bed, grinning at them. "You playing Neanderthal again, Rock?"

Rock nodded. "It was on his birthday wish list."

Rig slapped his ass, chuckles a little breathless. The kid laughed and held out his arms and Rock
deposited hisfavorite redneck in them, plopping down next to his lovers. "You want to know what else
was on his list?"

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Dick nodded before diving in and giving Rig a nice, long kiss that was pretty as anything. Plenty of
tongue, if he wasn't mistaken.

"A piece of theRocketman ."

Dick looked up and grinned as the kiss ended. "I could tell he already had that."

"Yeah, well he's wanting a piece for his ass, too."

Dick laughed. "You have anything on that list thatdoesn't involve sex, Rig?"

"There are things that don't involve sex?" Rig grinned, licked Dick's lips. "I want to go have Mexican
food for supper."

"Cool. We can do that, can't we, Rock?"

"I don't see why the hell not." They'd need a good supper out after having fucked their brains out all day.

"Anything else?" Dick asked. "Because my present is wrapped."

"Show off," Rock accused with a wink.

"You. Both of you. All day."

Dick lifted the cover and looked down at himself. "I forgot a bow, but I'm very enthusiastic."

"Enthusiasm counts." Rig chuckled, sliding to start kissing Dick's belly,shorty -short covered ass tempting
the hell out of him.

"Am I allowed to rip the wrapping off my gift?" he asked, sliding his finger back up under Rig's shorts.

Dick laughed and then moaned, hands dropping to Rig's head.

"They're your shorts,Rocketman ." He laughed, grabbing two handfuls and splitting them, exposing the
sweetest ass ever. Clothes were replaceable. Well, that just seemed to tickle Dick just right, the kid
falling back into the pillows and laughing like crazy. Rig looked back at him, grinning. "Brute."

He gave Rig a slow smile. "Oh, no, that wasn't brutish. This? Is." He leaned in and got a mouthful of ass,
biting.

"Fuck!" Rig jerked, ending up in Dick's arms.

Rock purred, followed, biting turning into sucking and then he was sliding his tongue along Rig's crease.
Dick was still laughing, shaking his head. Rig, though? Oh, his Rabbit wasn't laughing, not at all. Rig
shivered, spread.

"Good thing it's your birthday," he murmured. "You're allowed being greedy."

Dick grinned, chortles finally quieting. "What's your excuse the other 364 days, Rock?"

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"Have youseen this ass, kid? Felt that mouth around your prick? That's a no-brainer." Rig hummed for
him, blushed, ass to cheeks. "Aint' that pretty, kid?"

Dick was smiling, fingers moving on Rig. "Sure is. Wegonna do real presents soon?" Dick asked,
drawing circles on Rig's back.

Rock snorted. "This?" he said, grabbing his prick and rubbing it along Rig's crack. "Is a real gift."

"Blue... Don't tease." Rig groaned, pushed back into his touch.

"Am I teasing?" he rubbed again, making sure Rig was wet with spit and pre-cum before pushing the
head of his cock just barely in.

"Uh... uh-huh..." Rig's body rippled. Horny bastard. His horny bastard. He pushed the rest of the way in,
nice and slow. Fucking sweet. And tight. And hot. And gripping him like crazy. Rig was a full service
fuck. Rig's head came up, "Oh, fuck. Yes."

"Uh-huh." He nodded, grinned at Dick.

"And you call Rig the slut," teased Dick.

"He is. He's just not the only one." He winked and started to move. Rig pushed back, wanting him,
riding him. "Better hurry up, kid. I'm on gift number two."

Dick laughed the sound happy and he pushed the covers away, shifting up a little so Rig could reach his
cock.

"Mmm... all for me." Rig nuzzled Dick's pubes for a little bit, teasing. That started up the kid's noises, the
perfect soundtrack.

He kept his own movements slow, letting Rig get a chance to catch the kid up to them. It didn't take that
fine mouth long, either, Dick's fingers digging into Rig's shoulders. As soon as he could read Dick's need
flaring, he started to move harder, faster, shifting until he found Rig's sweet little button. Rig flushed dark,
entire body shuddering and Dick bucked, eyes just rolling. Oh, yeah. Right there. He kept pegging that
spot again and then again, hand sliding down to wrap around Rig's cock.

Rig jerked, ass squeezing him tight as a fist, making him groan with it.

"Fuck, Rig. Good." He grunted, riding it until Rig started moving with him again and then all bets were
off. Hard and fast, pushing toward the finish line. Dick went off first, Rig's head bobbing furiously, ass
working him in time. He slid his thumb across Rig's prick, no way he was leaving Rig behind. Rig jerked,
spine arching, heat spraying over his thumb, just like that. Oh yeah. He pushed into Rig a couple more
times before coming, filling his Rabbit.

Rig shivered, breathing hard. "Oh, fuck yes."

Rock nodded, letting Rig take some of his weight. "Don't let it be said I don't know what my man wants
for his birthday."

Rig nodded, that hum so satisfied. "You know it."

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Dick giggled. "Does that mean I should take the stuff I bought you back to the store?"

"Suck up," he mouthed over Rig's head at the kid. Dick stuck out his tongue.

"Gimmemy goodies, kid." Rig chuckled. "Teasing the birthday boy is mean."

Rock laughed and pulled out, and settled next to the kid. Dick pulled out a box, full of gifts. "Oh, you are
trying to show me up, kid."

Dick shook his head. "Just trying tokeep up, Rock."

Rig blinked. "All these for me?"

Dick blushed and nodded. "It's not as much as it looks, really."

Rock just grinned. The kid was so sweet on Rig. It was cute. Rig opened the presents -- books and a
mug with the damned dog's picture on it, another cowboy shirt and weird-assed cowboy boot cufflinks
that even he had to admit were cute and Rig exclaimed over.

Dick grinned, looking pleased. "You like?"

Rig pounced the kid, kissing him good and hard. "I like."

Dick took a second kiss and then a third and Rock had to clear his throat. "My turn." He passed over
the smallish box, the wrapping a little shabby, but a bow that more than made up for that.

"Oooh." Rig grinned, eyes just all lit up as he unwrapped. "Oh, Rock. A camera. Wicked."

It was his turn for a long, happy kiss, those grey eyes dancing. He purred into Rig's mouth, fingers sliding
on that skin. The kid pushed up behind Rig, pressing them together. Damn, he did like the way his Rabbit
tasted, well-fucked and happy. His hand slid down along Rig's body, just enjoying that smooth skin, the
lovely taste in his mouth. Rig hummed, the kiss going deeper.

"Always hungry," murmured Dick. "Gottalove that."

Yeah, you did.

Rig's hand cupped his head, tilting him, the kiss just stealing his fucking breath. He moaned, hips sliding
forward, cock rubbing against Rig's belly. Rig moaned, rocking between them, eyes watching him close.
He let Rig see it all, let him see how it made him feel to have Rig in his arms. He got a smile, a sweet low
moan. He purred again, fingers starting to move with intent. Slow and touching and sweet was all well
and good, eventually they needed more. He could see the effect his touches had in Rig's eyes. The kid
started moving behind Rig, sliding them all together.

Fuck, yes. Rig moaned, cock filling, getting hot alongside his own.

"Keep it up, kid, he's liking that."

Dick grinned and bent, mouth sliding on Rig's neck. Rig shivered, hips starting to work with intent. They
rubbed off on each other, bodies moving together, working for something good. They were all in sync,
moans and grunts, sighs and sweet groans. His fingers met Dick's on Rig's hard little nipple and he

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chuckled into Rig's mouth, found the other one, squeezing and teasing it. Rig bucked, eyes rolling,
pushing hard against him. So fucking sensitive.

He growled happily into Rig's mouth, the three of them moving faster together, Rig's pleasure spurring
his, the kid's. Rig moaned for him, starting to shake, to need. He reached down for the kid's cock,
rubbed it along Rig's crack. "He should still be loose, kid."

Dick moaned and pushed, following his guidance.

"Oh..." Rig rippled, lips parted, looking just like pure sex.

"You like that, Rabbit? Like that long prick going where mine was just a bit ago?"

"Yes... So deep..." Rig's head fell back, the moan fucking sweet.

He growled, mouth going to Rig's neck, that spot made his Rabbit shiver almost as much as those little
titties . The kid's tongue slid along his lips, teasing both him and Rig. Rig cried out, damn near bouncing
on Dick's cock, hands on his shoulders.

"Sexy fucker," he murmured. His opinion was echoed by Dick, the kid giving him a gasped "yes".

He shifted, pushing his cock with Rig's, wrapping a hand around them both. The grunt he got came from
deep inside Rig, the man shaking.

"Fuck, yes." His hand pumped harder, leg sliding between Rig's.

"Uh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh." Rig nodded, throat working as that cock throbbed in his hand.

"Harder, kid, he can still do more than grunt."

Dick thrust harder, the movement sending Rig's cock sliding against his own, through his hand. Rig
shook, eyes wide, jerking. "Fuck!"

"Yeah, that's right. We're fucking." He chuckled, the sound husky with his own need. "Harder kid, send
him over."

It was a thing of fucking beauty, his Rabbit coming, bucking, just lost in it. He leaned in and kissed Rig,
tasting the pleasure on Rig's lips as he came. Then Rock leaned in further, kissing the kid just as hard,
feeling him buck into Rig, swallowing his cry.

Rig leaned into him, cuddling, coming down. "So fucking fine."

And that was all he needed to hear. With a grunt, he came, heat splashing up over his fingers, coating his
and Rig's bellies.

They slumped together, all tangled and sweaty and happy. Rig groaned, snuggling in. "Damn."

"Not a bad start to your birthday," murmured Rock. "Even if it is..." He turned to check the time,
groaning. "Not even eight a.m."

"Damn. Naptime. Then pancakes." Rig snuggled. "And more fucking."

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"Yes, sir. Your day. You rule the roost." He gave Dick a wink, the kid grinning at him.

Rig was already almost asleep, making lazy little happy sounds.

He settled, too, pleased he'd taken the time to get up early and do Rig. A little sacrifice like that was
more than worth that look on his Rabbit's face.

June 2005

Rock's shoulder was aching something fierce and he was trying to ignore it. It was the fucking weekend
-- he wasn't letting an on the job injury ruin his damned weekend.

He got his blow and fucked Rig and Dick both into curled up balls of nap on the bed. Then he had
coffee and a fucking fine breakfast courtesy of his Rabbit. Biscuits with sausage gravy, sausages and
scrambled eggs, coffee. Then the work out and he soldiered through it and if he skimped on the arm
curls, well there was no one there to count as the kid had gone out with the other privates on some
bonding thing.

Rock snorted. Bonding. Like the baby greens needed more than theirgreenhood to bond them.

A shower had helped and now the shoulder had settled into a dull ache that he would be able to ignore
better if there was something on the fucking tube to watch. And where the hell was Rig anyway? They
were scheduled to do the fucking shopping tomorrow -- Rig was supposed to be around today.

He rolled his shoulder a little, wincing. Damn. It wasn't really getting any better. Maybe he'd take his
Rabbit out for dinner. He wanted a nice thick steak and a potato with all the fucking fixings. Twice.

"Okay Blue, you've been favoring that shoulder since Thursday. 'fess up." Rig's voice came from behind
him, hitting him a second after the smell of Icy Hot. Those fingers landed on his still bare skin all slick and
sure and oh...

Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there. Damn.

There was something to be said for not having to soldier through something. He groaned, letting his head
drop forward. "Don't stop."

"Not planning to. Lord, Rock, you're as tight as a boar's ass." The massage kept on, the touch getting
hot, making his toes curl as it eased things. Rig was talking some, random bullshit about this and that,
nothing he had to listen to or pretend to give a shit about later, just chatter to fill the space.

He was practically purring before too long, the remote falling out of his hands. Oh, he owed Rig. Had an
idea or two on how he'd pay up, too.

"Mmm... that's it. That's better." Those hot lips brushed his jaw, his ear, breath just barely blowing.

He purred, head tilting back. "Yeah. It is."

"Sexy marine." Rig moaned, mouth moving down the side of his neck. "Beautiful fucking man."

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"You still like what you see, Rig?"

"You know it. Was fucking made for you." Those eyes caught his, shining and happy, warm as fuck.

"Come around here," he growled. "And I'll show you just what you were made for."

"Promises, promises." Rig's hands left him just long enough to get a lapful of redneck, all long legs and
arms.

He wrapped his good arm around Rig, grabbing a handful of jeans-clad ass and squeezing as their
mouths met in a kiss that made him forget all about aches and pains. Rig gave back as good as he got,
tongue pushing in, just fucking his lips like nothing else ever.

He purred and growled and sucked on Rig's tongue, free hand tugging at Rig's zipper. There wasn't a
pain in the world that would stop him from fucking his Rabbit.

He could smell Rig -- the mixture of musk and soap and sunshine just barely charged with the scents of
him and the kid -- fucking hot. He got hold of Rig's cock, his own pretty fucking hard already. Something
about the smell of his Rabbit and the feeling of him wriggling and eager.

"Mmm..." Rig groaned, rocking up into his hand, eyes just rolling.

"Gonnaride me, Rig?Gonna take theRocketman to the sky?"

"Hell, yes. Your shoulder good for it? Don'twanna ... Oh. Feels so good..."

He grinned. "It's not my shoulder you're going to fuck, Rig."

"You're going to be doing the fucking, stud."

"No, I'm going to sit here and you're going to ride me. That's how the real studs do it." He winked at Rig
and got his own jeans undone, letting Rig get a good look at his prick.

Rig leaned down, nuzzled his cock, tongue dragging a little over the tip. He groaned as pleasure shot
from Rig's tongue straight through his cock and down to his balls.

"Mmm... yeah." That fucking amazing mouth slid all the way down, lips so fucking hot on his nuts.

"Fuck. Rig." He wrapped his hands in Rig's hair, working hard not to hold Rig down there.

Rig nodded, licking and lapping, eyes closed, the look on his Rabbit's face fucking fine.

"You were going to go for a ride," he noted. Not that he wanted Rig to stop, not for a fucking second,
but he could be generous and he'd promised Rig a ride.

"Oh. Oh, Hell yes." Rig worked his way back up his prick, paying good attention to the tip, sucking and
licking and getting it good and wet.

Rock's eyes rolled. "Better hurry, Rabbit."

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Rig got the rest of the way naked, straddled his lap with a moan. "Want it, Blue. Want every fucking
inch."

"All yours. Every fucking inch." He grinned, hands landing on Rig's hips, wrapping around them and
tugging him down.

Rig arched, lips parting as that fine, cowboy ass just squeezing him tight.

"Now that's medicine." He grinned and encouraged Rig to ride up.

Rig moved, sliding up and down, riding him nice and easy.

"You do that like a pro," he murmured, fingers pushing up under Rig's t-shirt, searching for those little
nipples.

"People... people get paid for this?" Those grey eyes just danced.

He laughed and squeezed one little nipple. "You should charge me."

"Mmmm... You think you can afford me?" Rig bucked, laughed, so fucking sexy.

"That mouth and ass? On a gunnery sergeant’s salary. No fucking way."

Rig laughed, the action making that fine ass milk his prick. "Oh, man. Good thing I like you then. I hear
certain SergeantSouths ? Get amazing fucking discounts."

He growled a little and flexed his thigh muscles, pushing his cock in deeper. "Certain SergeantSouths ?
Better only be one fucking Sergeant South gets anywhere near your ass."

"Mmmm..." Rig stretched backward, groaning low. "There's only one Sergeant South I'd move half-way
across country for."

"Good."

He used Rig's movements to play his fingers over those sensitive little nipples, pinching the first again and
then the second.

"Oh, fuck." He loved how that made Rig jump and squeeze, made that tight belly flush.

"So fucking easy," he noted. It wasn't a complaint or an insult.

"Made for this." Rig smiled at him, nodded, leaned in to give him one of those kisses.

His eyes held grey as he took Rig's mouth, their tongues sliding together, the taste as familiar as his own.
Rig's hands held his head, fingers just stroking and petting. The movements of the long body got faster,
the clench around his cock harder.

He wrapped his hands around Rig's hips, growling when he couldn't comfortably lift with his bad arm.
He settled for wrapping it around Rig's cock, letting his Rabbit's motions slide that heat along his palm.
Rig groaned, kiss going deeper, hotter and suddenly his shoulder didn't matter, nothing did.

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Nothing but that mouth, that ass.

His hands tightened, squeezing Rig's cock, his hip. Rock's own hips pushed up, thrusting deep into Rig's
ass.

Rig's cry when he shot? Pure fucking sex.

Rock let that perfect ass squeeze his come right out of him and he filled Rig with a low moan, relaxing
back against the couch as the pleasure faded.

Rig nuzzled his throat, lips soft as fuck. "If that shoulder's not better Monday, you're taking it to sick call,
yeah?"

He growled and considered making an excuse, but Rig had a point and if he dealt with it Monday, then it
likely would be better by the weekend. Rig kissed Rock's jaw, the thank you implied.

He pet Rig's back. "You want a steak out tonight, Rabbit?"

"Mmm... that sounds good, Blue. We haven't gone out together in a while."

"You got some nice shirts clean? I've a hankering to take you up to Cattleman's." Treat Rig to a real nice
dinner and then bring him home and fuck him into the mattress. Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Oooh. I had the grey one pressed at the cleaners." He could feel that grin, the pleased sounds making
promises of a fine night ahead.

"Are my best jeans clean?" He didn't really want to have to put on his suit. It wasn't like this was
something formal.

"Yep. Only thing in the dryer's towels." Rig took good care of them.

He purred. "Excellent."

He glanced over at thevcr . "We've got time for a nap before we go."

"Oh, fucking A." Rig grinned. "You want to stay here or find us the bed?"

He grunted. "Right here we don't have to move."

"Mm-hmm." Rig nodded, cuddling in, eyes already closed.

He shifted a little so his shoulder wasn't bothering him any and let his own eyes close. This was the life.

***

Lord, lord.

Rig got the ice pack and thevicoden and a big old glass of grapefruit juice and took it out to the front
room where Dick was sitting. Poor guy, the hummer he'd been riding in blew a tire, threw him out and
tore him up -- sprained knee, stitches in one hand, black eye.

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Still, the other guy was still in traction and they were talking surgery, so Rig wasn't bitching.

Not even a little.

"Here, take your pill, kid. You want I should put a movie on for you?"

"Are you staying?" Dick asked, giving him the best kicked puppy look he'd seen in a long time.

He nodded, pushing the pill again. "Even called Rock and he's picking up burgers fromCal's for supper
after he stops in at the hospital and checks on Martinez."

Dick dutifully took the pill and drank all the juice. "I thought he was dead for a minute there. Shit, I
thought we'd been shot at."

"Oh, no one's dying on my watch, now. You're a baby. You'll live forever."

Rig just hope Rock worked out all his fury before coming home. The man was pissed and hunting
someone's head for not checking out the vehicle.

Dick grinned at him, eyes already starting to go a little soft. "Not sure I want you thinking of me as a
baby."

"Mmm... with that long, pretty cock? I don't think that's an issue."

"Oh." Dick beamed at him, leaning back on the couch, pretty cock in question starting to make a dent in
the kid's sweats.

"You want a hand with that before you take a nap?" He settled down in front of Dick, icing the hurt
knee.

"A hand? Oh!" Dick grinned at him. "Yeah. I bet Rock would say that's the best cure, right?"

"Nope. Rock would say a good blowjob was." He nuzzled Dick's belly, soft and easy.

Dick's giggle turned into a soft moan. "Yougonna give me one?"

"You ever once heard me turn my marines down?"

"Um... " Dick actually looked like he was trying to figure it out. "No?"

"Well, then." He chuckled, eased Dick's sweats down. "Just close your eyes and feel and I'll take care of
you."

He started by licking a long line up the thin shaft, just dragging his tongue along. Dick moaned and then
groaned, those sweet porno noises starting right up for him.

Rig didn't hurry it along, just spent his sweet time, fingers stroking the soft sacs, tongue licking and
lapping at the tip. So strong, so fucking full-on male.

Dick's uninjured hand dropped into his hair. "So good, Rig." The words were just slightly slurred, Dick
sounding like he was floating on sensation.

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"Mm-hmm." Rig nodded, hummed a little. It was good and all his whenever he needed. He slowly took
Dick all the way in, slowly sucking, deepthroating .

Dick cried out, hips jerking before the kid settled back, fingers opening and closing on his head.

"Mmm..." Yeah, kid. That's it. Just feel...

He kept it up, driving Dick higher and higher and then backing off.

Dick's noises grew higher, more intense, desperate, as he worked the long cock. "Rig. Fuck. Oh."

He rolled Dick's balls, squeezed so easy.

"Fuck, Rig. Need to come."

He nodded, swallowed hard, head just bobbing. Come on. Come on.

Dick cried out, hips bucking as heat filled hit the back of his throat.

Rig swallowed Dick down, cleaning the kid's cock thoroughly before dropping another soft kiss to the
tip. Dick was already dozing, head lolling and Rig tucked him into his sweats. The hand in his hair slipped
away, a soft smile on Dick's face.

Grimmystarted barking as the front door slammed open.

"Shh!" He got up, grabbedGrim's muzzle. "He's sleeping, now."

"You going to hold my muzzle like that, too, if I don't hush?" Rock asked, closing the door with less
force than he'd opened it with.

"Nah, I'll just kiss you quiet.Wanna beer?"

"That's not incentive to be quiet," Rock noted. "And yes. Reaming idiots new assholes is hard work."

"How's Martinez?" He did get that kiss, took the food from Rock's hands.

"In surgery. He'll live." Rock growled. "Couple of kids could have been killed because some prick in the
motorpool wasn't doing their fucking job."

Rock went over and looked down at Dick. "He on anything?"

"Yeah.Vicodin . Blowjob." Rig winked. "He's off regular duty for ten days, but he can go in starting
Monday on light duty."

"He could be where Martinez is." Rock was still growling, obviously not feeling he had reamed enough
assholes for the day.

"He could, but he's not."

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the hummer?"

"Asshole in charge of the motor pool wouldn't give me a name, said he'd deal with his own people in his
own way." Rock glared. "I want to hear heads have rolled."

"No shit. You want to go down together? I haven't had a good fight in months." His hands landed on
Rock's shoulders, rubbing hard.

Rock growled. "I'd love to, but the kid needs you here not nursing a shiner in lock-up."

"You never let me have any fun." He quirked his lips. "And you're assuming I wouldn't duck."

Rock chuckled, relaxed marginally. "It was my shiner you were going to be nursing."

"Oh, right." He laughed, kissed Rock's temple. "No more weird-ass accidents for my men, damn it."

"Amen to that." Rock raised his beer bottle and then downed half of it in a go. "Ah. That hit the spot."
He got a look. "I know what else would."

"Yeah?" Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Come on, Rock, ask for it.

Rock growled a little and one arm came up and wrapped around his neck, tugging him down. He went
easy, melting down against Rock. Oh, yeah. That worked.

Rock pushed back from the table and he was dumped right in his Blue's lap. His mouth was invaded,
Rock's tongue just pushing in. He hummed happily, taking all that energy right in and asking for more.
Rock gave it to him, hands wandering on his skin, kisses moving one into the other, each harder than the
last.

Oh. Oh, fuck yes. He started shifting, rubbing against his Blue.

"Gonnafuck you over the table," murmured Rock, working his t-shirt out of his jeans.

"Promises, promises." He nodded, lifting up his arms.

"You know it." Rock pulled off the t-shirt and then started messing with his button and zipper, fingers
starting to tear at his jeans as the zipper got stuck.

"Hey, hey. Easy. Don't rip them off, I like them." He stood up, wriggling out of his jeans.

"I like you better naked," Rock told him, blue eyes hot, dancing.

"Mmm... You little pseudo-nudist." God, he loved teasing that man.

"Hey now I was being nice, you don't have to get into name calling."

His laugh just rang out, surprised right out of him. "You are a funny man."

"No, I'm a well-hung man. Nobody calls me little." The words were growled, but he could see the light
in Rock’s eyes.

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His eyes dropped to the bulge in Rock'sBDUs , and his tongue licked his lips immediately. "Uh-huh."

Rock grinned and spread his legs, popping the top button. "All yours, Rabbit."

"Mmm..." He stepped forward, eyes on the prize.

One button after another was undone, and then that thick cock pushed through, begging for his touch,
his kiss. He dropped down, lips parted, tongue sliding up along that fine fucking prick.

Rock groaned. "I can get it up again for you," promised his Blue, hand dropping to his head.

"Mmm..." He nodded, taking what all Rock was offering, lips parting wide.

Rock's hips rocked, pushing that thick cock deep, intense right out of the gate. He braced himself on the
chair, head bobbing, swallowing hard around Rock, demanding a taste.

Rock groaned. "You're something else."

His own moans slid down Rock's flesh. Yours. Shit. More.

Rock kept pushing with his hips, rocking up and down, sending that fat prick against the back of his
throat again and again. Rig relaxed, opened his throat and took Rock in all the way.

"Fuck. Yes. Rig." Rock moved faster, humping harder now.

He swallowed around the tip, groaning, grunting.

"Fucking love your mouth."

He looked up, met those blue-blue eyes. Rock was looking down at him, eyes hot, full of promises, full
of need. Rig reached up, hand sliding up Rock's belly.

Sexy motherfucker.

The muscles in Rock's abdomen flexed under his touch, cock pushing deeper, harder.

Come on, beautiful bastard. Come for me.

Maybe Rock read it in his eyes, maybe he heard it in his head, maybe he was just ready, but Rig had no
sooner thought it than Rock's cock was jerking in his mouth, spunk shooting down his throat. He drank
his Blue down, swallowing hard, groaning low. Rock moaned, hand starting to slide through his hair.

"Nice. Very nice."

"Mm-hmm..." He kept sucking, lips gentle now, careful, keeping Rock hard.

Rock grinned down at him. "You making sure I can still fuck you nice and hard, Rabbit?"

He looked up, nodding. Hell, yes. You know it.

Rock chuckled. "Don't you worry, I've got plenty here for you."

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"Promise? I fucking need."

"Have I ever not fucked you when you needed it?" Rock growled and stood. "On the table. Spread 'em
."

Standing, he spread wide, bending his ass over their table. Rock purred, fingers rubbing into his skin.

"Nice ass."

"Mmm... you can have all of it you want, Blue." He spread a little wider, arched a little more.

"I know it." Rock's prick slid along his crease, hot, hard.

"Oh. Oh, fuck yes." He nodded, breath catching a little.

"We've got lube in here somewhere. I know we do." That fat prick just kept sliding.

"Don't tease." Two blowjobs and he was fucking aching to come.

One of Rock's thumbs pushed into him, then the other, Rock spreading him.

"Oh..." He stilled, lips open, focus on that touch. "Fuck."

"That's the idea." Those thumbs pushed into him again and again.

Oh, hell yes. He nodded, going up on his toes.

Rock's thumbs disappeared, that thick cock coming back to slide along his ass. "You ready for me,
Rabbit?"

"You know it. Fuck me." He wasn't going to beg for it, but fuck, he needed it.

Rock didn't need him to beg though, that thick cock slid into him just like that, pushing all the way in and
filling him deep. His groan just echoed, deep and low as Rock took him.

"So fucking tight," muttered Rock just before he started thrusting, started letting him have it nice and
hard.

He braced himself against the table, pushing back, just taking all Rock had to give. Rock's hands slid
over his shoulders, pulling him down into each thrust, working with him.

"Blue!" He arched, squeezing tight, moaning at Rock's deep groan.

"Right fucking here." Each word was punctuated with a thrust, Rock just going to town on his ass.

Close. So fucking close. Fuck, yes. "Come on, oh, fuck. Come on."

With a growl, Rock wrapped one hand around his prick, tugging firmly. "Give it up."

Oh, fuck yes. He bucked, shot, just aching for it. Rock growled and kept thrusting, cock pushing into

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him again and again, stretching the pleasure out until Rock came with a roar. Heat filled Rig right up,
Rock leaning down over his back, panting.

"Mmm... 's good. Needed."

Rock nibbled the side of his neck, tongue sliding and hot. "I know. I've got what you need." That thick
cock rocked into him once more.

"Always." He damn near hummed with it, melted all through.

He was given another kiss on his neck and then Rock stood and pulled away with a groan.

"You better eat. Keep your energy levels up to baby the kid."

"What're you going to keep your energy levels up for?" He stood, stretched up.

Rock grinned at him. "What do you think?"

"Grilling steaks tomorrow and fucking me through the mattress?"

"You know it." Rock put an arm around his shoulders and hauled him in for a long, hard kiss.

He just leaned into it, humming for a good long time before stepping back. "Come on, let's go check on
the wounded one. He'll be starting to hurt."

"You'll make him feel better."

Rock gave him another kiss and headed for the front room, bag of food in hand.

***

Dick was playing Rock in Kung Fu Fighters. It was the championship showdown and the two of them
were sitting side by side, tense, quiet grunts filling the air as their fingers and thumbs worked the controls.
He waspummeling Rock's ass, which was far from realistic, but it was just a video game. He was pretty
sure that in real life Rock could clean the floor with him.

It was a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon and the only thing missing was munchies and Rig, who
was working on something or other out in the garage.

Rock had made loud, grumbling complaints several times about the lack of something to munch on, but
so far Rig had either not heard them or was ignoring them. Dick guessed ignoring because that's what he
was doing. If Rock wanted chips and salsa he could haul his ass to the kitchen and get himself some.

Rock's character got his in the gut with a kick and Dick narrowed his eyes, concentrating harder on the
game.

They heard the crash from the garage about a quarter-second before they felt the floor shudder like a
fucking earthquake had hit. Dick looked up and back for Rock, but the huge man was already moving,
roaring Rig's name. He was right behind Rock, the two of thembarreling into the garage, looking for Rig
asGrimmy barked like mad.

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The big old shelf that held Rig's wood had collapsed, Rig passed out cold underneath the pile, just still
and laying there on the concrete.

"Oh my god! What do we do?" Dick stared down at the pale face, shocked.

"The serious first aid kit's on that shelf by the mower. Get it. We need to brace his neck."

"What? Why?"

"In case his back is hurt. Move!" Rock roared at him and Dick shot across the garage. Shit, this could
be really serious. Shit.

"Oh.Ow ." He heard boards clatter, heard Rig's moan. "Jim? The shelf broke." At first Dick thought Rig
was out of it, then he realized that Jim was Rock.

"Don't move, Rig. Kid's bringing the collar. And then he's calling 911 while I get this crap off you."

"No. No ambulance. I just whacked my head, yeah?" Rig blinked again, one arm sliding up. "Shit. I been
out long?"

"Maybe a minute." Rock didn't look happy. "Get the collar on him, kid and let’s get this shit off him. I
might still drive you to the hospital myself," Rock warned.

Dick knelt by Rig's head and tried to work on the collar without actually moving Rig's neck any. It
always looked so easy ontv and in the movies.

He managed though, and man, Rig was pale and looking a little green. "In. I want to sit. Fuck."

Rock got the last of the wood off Rig and shook his head. "Easy does it. I'm not convinced you don't
need a doctor." The big guy looked a little pale himself, was grumbling.

"I just... Man. That thing didn't give me warning."

"It's been just begging to fall," groused Rock. "We're making this place safe once Rig's settled."

Dick just nodded and tried to help Rig stand. That just made Rock growl and push him aside and he
picked Rig up carefully, striding into the house.

Rig groaned and Dick winced at the goose egg on the back of Rig's head. Oh. Ice pack. Rig had those.
He hotfooted it into the kitchen, hearing Rock and Rig start up an argument as to where Rig would best
recover, couch or bed.

When he got back, Rig was in the bed, Rock simply winning the fight, no question, no bullshit.

He put the ice at the back of Rig's head. "Is the collar still necessary?" he asked. It didn't look
particularly comfortable.

Rig toed off histennies , toes wiggling. "Nothing's broke. Take it off."

"You absolutely sure, Rig?"

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Dick just stayed where he was, letting them work it out. He knew enough to keep out of their
arguments, especially at a time like this.

"Yeah, I hit the fuck out of my head, man. My neck's fine." Rig grimaced, swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck.
Gimme a drink. I feel like I'mgonna hurl."

"Go," ordered a growling Rock.

Dick hightailed it to the kitchen, grabbing a pot for Rig to throw up into and a glass of water and then
headed straight back into the bedroom where Rock was pacing.

"Thanks." He got a half-grin, Rig drinking deep, throat working. "Oh. Man. Better. Thanks. Rock, I'm
good. I bumped my head. That old shelf just gave up the ghost finally."

Rock sat carefully on the side of the bed and undid the collar. "The kid and I are going to go in there and
make sure everything is safe."

"I'll do it here in a bit, Rock. I just need to sit a minute..."

Rock gave Rig a look. "You'll do it? I don't think so. I think you need to lie there for the rest of the day
and have a nap and let me and the kid take care of things. Fuck only knows what could have happened
to you."

It said something that Rig didn't argue, just rolled his eyes and relaxed back.

"You need anything, Rig?" he asked quietly. "Some aspirin? A backrub?"

Rock grunted and gave him an approving look. Fuck, the big guy didn't like it when anything happened
to Rig.

"Oh, some aspirin would hit the spot." Rig found a smile, hand held out to Rock.

Rock took it, rumbling quietly as Dick went back into the bathroom. He found some aspirin in the
medicine cabinet and grabbed the bathroom cup, filling it with water before heading back.

He stopped in the doorway and just watched quietly as Rock pressed soft kisses on Rig's face. Rig
made a sweet, soft sound, mouth moving, whispering, hands stroking Rock's back. It made him smile,
that Rig was comforting Rock, loving on him. It was moments like these that he knew he was lucky,
knew he was a part of something special.

Dick went in quietly and put the aspirin and the water on the bedside table, went around and sat on Rig's
other side, hands reaching out to slide over both of them. Rig smiled, eyes warm and welcoming him, just
letting him right in.

He pressed a kiss on Rig's mouth, smiling as Rock joined them, theflavor of all three of them together
something else.

"Mmmm..." Rig moaned, tongue slipping out to taste.

"Fuck," muttered Rock, the sound almost a purr.

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Dick nodded, hands touching, pushing up their t-shirts so he could touch skin. Rig was warm and
smooth, felt good under his fingers. He moaned softly, fingertips brushing across Rig's hard little nipples
and stroking over Rock's solid belly.

"Yeah. That's it. That's good." Rig muttered, lips moving slowly.

Rock growled a little, pulling back. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"We'll be easy." Rig leaned back. "Slow."

"Slut," accused Rock, making Dick snort and giggle.

"Yeah. Yours." Rig winked.

"You know it," growled Rock.

Dick just smiled and cuddled against Rig, fingers still on Rock's belly, teasing the top of his jeans.

Rig kissed Rock's jaw, tongue sliding along Dick's throat. Dick moaned, pushing back the urge to press
Rig into the mattress. It was odd, going slow, worrying about hurting one of his lovers, not at all what he
was used to.

"Y'all taste good." Rig shifted, wincing a little as his head moved.

Rock growled. "Tell you what. You stay still and let us do all the work."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Rig nodded, leaned back, still a little pale.

Dick put himself in charge of getting rid of Rig's clothes, grinning as Rock grunted his approval. He got
Rig undressed with a minimum of fuss and then started on Rock's clothes. There were already little
bruises raising up here and there, marking Rig's shoulder, arm.

Rock grumbled and kissed each one, fingers sliding gently over Rig's skin. Dick touched them both,
loving the hard muscles under Rock's skin, the whipcord leanness of Rig.

Rig rocked, moving slow and careful, eyes watching, lips parted.

"You want me to suck your cock?" Dick asked.

"No. I'm doing it." Rock slid down the bed as he said it, heading right for Rig's prick.

Rig moaned, hips bucking a little. "Blue. Damn."

"Just wait a few minutes and then you can say damn." Rock winked and swiped his tongue across the tip
of Rig's cock.

Fuck, that was sexy.

Rig's lips parted, a deep groan escaping. Dick leaned in and licked at Rig's lips, tongue pushing into the
hot mouth. Rig opened, sucking his tongue, loving him. He groaned, moaned into Rig's mouth as his
hands slid over skin, Rig's and Rock's touching them both.

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He felt Rig start to shiver, body starting to go tight, starting to rock. He looked down, moaning at the
sight of Rock taking Rig's cock in.

"Blue. Blue. Oh, fuck. Fuck. It's. Oh." Rig arched, legs thrumming on the bed.

Rock pulled off to glare at Rig. "You're moving."

Dick chuckled, reached down to stroke Rock's cheek. "You're blowing his mind and he's not feeling any
pain."

"Rock. Fuck, don't stop. I'll be still. Please."

Rock grumbled a little, but he went back to blowing Rig, mouth looking so hot around Rig's prick. It
made Dick moan and he rubbed against Rig's hip.

"Yes...." Rig was flushed and panting, eyes just rolling.

Dick watched as Rock's eyes closed, a low, muffled moan sounding. Fuck, it was the hottest thing he'd
seen in a long time. Groaning, he moved faster, just rubbing away against Rig, mouth finding one of those
little nipples.

Rig's hand reached down, touched Rock's lips. "Oh, hell, yes."

It was hot and sexy and Dick was going to come before Rig did if Rig didn't go off soon. He tugged
harder on Rig's nipple, fingers finding the other one, pinching lightly. Rig cried out, bucking, shooting into
Rock's lips.

That was all Dick needed and he moaned loudly, spraying against Rig's skin.

Rig moaned, relaxed back. "Oh. Good."

Dick nodded and relaxed next to him. "Real good."

"Hey," complained Rock. "What about me?"

"Mmm...c'mere ." Rig tugged, blinking slow.

Dick grinned. "I've got him, Rig. You just enjoy the mellow after glow of a Rock blowjob."

"Mmm... I like the mellow. The after-glow, I mean."

He giggled and slid down along Rig's body as Rock slid up. Rock settled beside Rig, taking kisses while
Dick wrapped his lips around that beautiful cock. Rock's hands wrapped around Rig, held the thin body,
kisses getting longer, deeper. Dick watched as he sucked, getting horny again, his lovers just fucking
inspiring.

Rig petted Rock's belly, Rock's chest, then reached down and stroked his head. He hummed happily,
making Rock groan and start thrusting a little. Oh, yeah, he could go for some of that. He heard Rig's soft
laugh, the sound pure sex. He was hard again, hips pumping his prick against the covers as he sucked on
Rock's thick cock.

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"That's right. Fuck, that looks good, Blue. So fucking hot."

Dick moaned and groaned around Rock's cock, making Rock jerked and groan. One hand landed on
his head and he stilled, letting Rock fuck his mouth. Rig's hands kept moving, wandering, petting him and
Rock, driving them both higher and higher. He increased his suction, and his own hips were working the
sheets like crazy.

"Yeah. Come on, marines.Wanna see." Rig groaned low, did something to Rock to make him grunt.

Dick could feel Rock's prick get just that much harder in his mouth and he knew it would be soon and
sure enough, Rock groaned low and thrust hard and spunk sprayed down the back of Dick's throat.
Fuck, that was sexy. Dick swallowed and swallowed and his own sounds were muffled by Rock's prick,
but he was coming, too, all over the sheets.

Rig sighed, the sound sweet, husky. "Too fucking fine."

He sucked on Rock a moment longer and then slowly pulled off before sliding on up and settling on the
other side of Rig.

"How're you feeling?" Rock asked, blue eyes on Rig's face.

"My head hurts like a son of a bitch." Rig grimaced, snuggling right in. "I need a nap."

"Oh, the aspirin!" He reached around and grabbed them and the water. "I kind of got distracted," he
admitted, handing them over.

Rig chuckled. "Distracted? By fucking? Us?"

He giggled and Rock grunted. "As long as you're not badly hurt, that's all right."

"Justgonna be sore tomorrow." Rig cuddled in, eyes closing.

"You nap," Rock ordered. "The kid and I will go clean up the garage."

And Dick knew Rock meant practically childproof the place as well. Of course looking at Rig's pale
face, he couldn't blame the big guy.

Rig curled around Rock, breath slowing right down. "'kay. I'll help."

Rock snorted, but Dick put his fingers on Rock's lips, keeping him from saying anything. Rig would sleep
easier thinking they were going to let him help. He settled against Rig, letting the easy breaths ease him,
too.

Rig was okay and in the end, that was all that mattered.

***

It was the first Friday night in what felt like months that they were all home and all healthy.

There'd been accidents and strains and some fucking virus that had the place reeking of shit and vomit.

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Just like a bunkhouse on a Sunday morning.

But tonight there was pizza on the way and beer in the fridge and his men were taking too fucking long in
the kitchen, so he made his way there, intent on some up against the wall fucking. Or some over the table
fucking. He wasn't particularly picky.

Oh, shit. No fair, Rig on his knees, working Dick's cock like a master, blond head just bobbing away.

"Hey now, I thought the party was supposed to be in the front room?"

Dick gave him a lopsided grin, the kid half gone on Rig's mouth.

Rig popped those lips off Dick and grinned back. "Appetizers."

He snorted. "As long as you have room for the main course right here."

Rig laughed, going back to town on Dick, making the kid fucking jerk and shudder.

Rock moaned and started undoing hisBDUs . No reason he couldn't serve up the next dish just because
Rig wasn't quite finished yet with his appetizer. It wasn't going to be long, anyway. Not the way Dick was
moaning and carrying on, hands on Rig's head, hips starting to move. Rig knew just what he was doing,
pushing the kid right along, those porno sounds filling the air.

He stepped closer, ran his prick along Rig's cheek. Dick's mouth opened and he thought the kid was
going to protest. Instead, Dick's hand landed on the back of his neck and tugged him closer, their mouths
meeting on a hard kiss. Rig's hand slid up along his thigh, saying hi as the kid jerked.

He fucked Dick's mouth with his tongue, his hand joining Dick's on Rig's head. He felt Rig swallow and
moan, Dick's hips pumping. Dick went a little limp, kind of leaning into him, mouth going lax against his.

He chuckled and broke the kiss, just grinning. "You got him, Rig. He'sjello ."

"MMmm... there's always room..." Rig nuzzled Dick's belly.

Dick grinned, looking very nicely melted. "Your turn, Rock. You might want to sit down though, he's
something else."

Rock snorted. "Tell me something I don't know, kid."

Rig chuckled, reached for his cock, pumping nice and slow. "Mmmm... second course?"

"Maincourse," he corrected.

Which sent Dick into absolute giggles. "It wasn't meant to be a joke, kid," he growled.

"Rock -- what is my last name?"

"Oh."

Rig's laugh rang out. "See, kid? He's a funny, funny man."

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Dick nodded, giggled some more and Rock rolled his eyes. "Are we chatting or am I getting a
blow-job?"

He got a raised eyebrow, Rig thumping his hip. "We're appreciating your fine fucking sense ofhumor
right before I suck your brains out your cock."

He growled a little on account of the thump, but his fingers were sliding through Rig's hair, his cock
already hard in anticipation. "You can appreciate my sense ofhumor any time, he pointed out."

"I do." Rig wrapped hot lips around the tip of his cock, sucking sweet and easy, tongue teasing the slit.

He moaned, shifting slightly so he could lean back against the counter. Rig could make a man weak at
the knees with that tongue. Rig grinned, just for a second, then started making love to his prick, licking
and nuzzling.

He watched, because that's what you did when you came across a master at work, you watched, his
Rabbit so fucking fine, working his prick. Dick leaned against him, making little porno noises just from
watching them. It wasn't that Rig had some amazing technique or something. It was that Rig loved it,
loved sucking and tasting, loved the whole thing and it showed.

You could feel it down to your fucking toes.

He groaned for Rig, let him know just how fucking good it was. And once he really let go and just
started enjoying it, he couldn't stop the movements of his hips, pushing into Rig's mouth, taking it. Rig just
let him in and in and in, taking him down, taking himall .

It was enough to make a man come and come he did, shooting straight down Rig's throat, his balls
emptying as the pleasure went all through him. Rig kept sucking, cleaned his prick, kept the pleasure
going. He held onto Rig's shoulders, fingers digging in, his purrs fucking constant.

"Mmm... so good." Rig nuzzled his belly, eyes shining up at him.

"You know it." He stroked Rig's cheek, loving the way Rig looked, lips all swollen, eyes hot. "Yougonna
let the kid suck you off while I fuck you, Rabbit?"

"Oh, fuck yes." Rig nodded, panting a little.

"Come on, bedroom." Rock grabbed Rig under his arms and hauled him up. "Let's get busy."

"Oooh. I like busy!" Rig cackled, hand cupping his balls, just for a second.

"Nutjob," he accused, but the words were kind of mitigated by the way he was pushing toward Rig, legs
spread.

"Yep. Your point?" Rig hummed, eyes going hot.

Rock just laughed and nudged his cock, still hard thanks to Rig, against Rig's belly. "I think that's my
point."

"Mmmm... good point." Rig and the kid laughed, then Rig took off down the hall.

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The kid hightailed it after Rig and that put him in the rear, which offered the mighty fine view of the best
pair of asses that ever walked the earth. And they were all his. He sauntered down after them.

All healthy. All horny. All his.

Fuck yes.

July 2005

Rock pushed the mower and drank his beer, enjoying one way more than the other. Lawn care was
Rig's job, but it had been raining for weeks and now that it wasn't and he was home while Rig was off
playing nurse, well.

He got himself another beer.

The kid was off on special training, wouldn't be back until late and he'd be fucked if they weren't calling
for rain for tomorrow. So here he was, on a perfectly nice Saturday, doing the fucking mowing.

He'd had three beers by the time he was done, sweat pouring down his back. The smell of grass was
strong, still wet, drying in the sunshine. Soon as he was done he opened another beer and threw himself
in Rig's hammock.

It swung, ropes creaking and he hoped it didn't break. Rig would be heartbroken. He'd had just enough
to drink to wonder if Rig would be more heartbroken about losing the hammock or him hurting his ass.

"Oh, somebody's been good to this old man..." Rig's drawl draped over him just like a touch. "Damn
good."

He opened one eye and grinned. "Who're you calling old?"

A cold beer slid along his leg, Rig's eyes dancing. "Me, old man. Me."

He grunted, leg jerking. "That for me?"

"The beer or the redneck?"

"Oh, Iknow the redneck's mine."

The beer trailed over his abs, his own personal redneck nodding, moaning low.

"You sure do know how to handle that... bottle." He reached out, fingers sliding on Rig's wrist.

"That's not all I can handle." Rig's nipples were hard, belly tight, cock rising in the green scrub pants.

"No?" His eyes were caught by that tent in Rig's scrubs.

"Not at all, Blue. Not at all." Rig shifted, cock bobbing, bouncing a little.

He snagged the beer out of Rig's hand and took a nice long swig before taking the bottle and sliding it
along the front of Rig's pants.

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"Rock... Come inside?"

He grinned, his own cock getting uncomfortable in his jeans. He recognized that tone. "I could do that."

"Yeah?" Rig's teeth sank into that bottom lip. "Come on then." Rig turned, sashayed inside, hips swaying.

Rock groaned and rolled out of the hammock, following that ass. Rig pushed the screen door open,
fingers untying the drawstring at the thin waist. Growling, he hurried up the steps, pushing Rig in without
any ceremony. If the man was going to tease and get naked barely inside the door, he was going to get
his ass jumped.

Of course, the way those thighs parted, sweet ass offered as Rig bent over the table? Rock didn't think
Rig was going to file harassment charges.

Grabbing the lube out of the breadbox -- thank fuck for the kid -- he slicked up two fingers and pushed
them right in. Groaning, he leaned over Rig.

"Oh. Fuck, yeah. Foreplay's forwusses ." Rig grunted, arching.

He chuckled, the sound thick. "Fuck yeah.Wusses who don't know what's important." He spread his
fingers and then curled them together, pushing deep.

"Fuck! Good! Blue!" Yeah, right there.

"I know," he growled, mouth moving over Rig's neck as he let his fingers hit that sweet spot over and
over again. He rubbed against Rig's thigh, cock hard as nails.

"So fucking hot. More. Need more."

"Slut." It was fondly said as he pushed in another finger, fucking eager to get in there with his prick.

"Yours." Rig arched, hands grabbing the edge of the table. "So fucking yours."

"Yep." And he didn't want to wait a moment longer to prove it. He slid his fingers out of Rig's hole and
guided his cock to it, pushing right in.

Rig pressed back against him, hotter than hell, starting to ride him with a low cry. He grabbed hold of
those hips, adding his strength to the way they were coming together. Together they were zero to sixty in
no time, burning and driving together, hotter than shit.

He was purring, grunting, just fucking going for it over and over again. Fuck, there was nothing like this.
Nothing.

Rig bucked, a low groan just echoing. "Yeah..."

"You want it harder, Rig?" He matched action to words, increasing the strength of his thrusts.

"Oh. Fuck, Blue. 's so fucking good."

"I know." He bent and nipped at Rig's neck, tasting the salt. Rig just grunted, ass squeezing his prick
tight.

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"Fuck. Yes."

He pushed harder, deeper, fingers digging into Rig's hips. He could feel it, the way Rig shuddered,
squeezed, body working his cock. The man never just lay there and got fucked. Oh, no, fucking was a
two way street. A whole fucking highway.

He slid one hand around Rig's body, finding that sweet prick, nice and hard and just waiting for his
fingers to wrap around it.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Need you." Rig started shaking, vibrating under him.

"Yeah, need it." He keptplowing into Rig's ass, taking them both higher.

Spunk sprayed over his fingers, Rig's cry echoing.

"That's it." He nodded, grunted and pushed harder. Wasn't long at all before he roared, coming inside
Rig.

"Mmm... Blue." Rig was almost purring, slumping down on the table.

He went down with Rig, staying buried inside that heat, head resting on Rig's back. "Fucking good,
Rabbit."

"Fuck, yeah." His cock was squeezed again. "Thanks for mowing, man."

He chuckled. "Is that what we're calling it this week?"

Rig snorted, grinned wide. "Whatever we call it is good, so long as we keep it up."

His chuckle turned into a laugh. "With this ass to look at? I'm pretty sure I can keep it up."

"Just pretty sure?" Rig wiggled, ass rocking, working his prick.

"Fuck no, I'm positive. Positive."

"Good." Rig kept it going, just driving him fucking nuts.

He purred, fingers pushing at the green material covering Rig's back.

"Mmmm..." Rig raised up a little, let him tug the top off. Good thing, too, or he'd have had to tear it and
it always made Rig cranky when he did stuff like that. His hands slid on Rig's back, the long, lean lines,
the bumpy spine.

"Fucking amazing hands, Blue." Rig squeezed again. "Could have you touch me for fucking ever."

"That's the plan, Rig."

"Oh, now look at this. And they told me romance was dead." Dick was in the doorway, grinning at
them.

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They flipped the kid off in unison.

***

He got to working on Rock's truck early in the morning, listening to the Saturday morning oldies country
on his little radio. The radiator needed flushing and the oil changing and, if it didn't get too hot too fast, he
needed to change spark plugs and shit.

He lost his shirt about ten thirty, began thinking he ought to go getcutoffs around noon.

Still, the sunshine felt good, beating down on him, while he sang along, ball cap keeping the sweat out of
his eyes. Man, shit like this? Always made him think of Daddy dragging him down pasture to tinker on
the old Ford.

Shit, the two of them must have replaced every goddamn piece of that engine over a ten year period.
Momma still had it for hauling hay. Him and Rock had tinkered on it last Christmas, replaced the timing
belt -- a good old normal timing belt, too, not one of these damned serpentine contraptions now that a
normal man couldn't replace.

About one he ripped the fuck out of his jeans on the bumper -- bottom of his ass to the back of his knee
-- so he got some airflow.

It wasn't long after that that he garnered an audience of one, complete with a low purr and two
longnecks. Rock was wearing nothing but his pt shorts, muscles of his chest and belly just gleaming in the
sunlight.

Oh, hello.

"Morning,Rocketman ." He gave his old man a good long look, just admiring. "How's it hanging?"

"Pretty fucking good." Rock gave him a grin and held out one of the bottles. "You've put in
air-conditioning, I see."

"You can thank your Chevy for that. Thanks." He drank deep, turning to sit on the bumper. "Got the
radiator flushed and the oil changed, didn't find any leaks, but you had a bad hose. I'mgonna need you to
make sure it's good and tight."

Rock flexed for him. "I can do that."

He got a wink and Rock took a drink of his own beer. "You didn't need to sit. In fact you didn't need to
turn to look at me either."

Rig chuckled, finished his beer and tossed the bottle into the recycle bin. "No? You ready for me to get
back to work?" Rig turned, bent over the engine, thighs spread, ass offered and teasing. Never let it be
said he didn't know that hot, half-dressed, working man was one of his Blue's turn-ons. That long, low
groan was more than proof of that.

"I think you'd better haul your ass inside, Rig, before it gets... sunburned."

"You think?" He bent farther, going up on his toes, flexing for Rock.

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Rock's beer bottled clattered against the ground and that was his only warning before Rocksnugged up
behind him and leaned over him. "Where was that thing that needed tightening?"

"Mmm..." He pushed back, groaning, before he handed Rock a pair ofchannellocks , and pointed.
"Right there. Fuck."

Rock grunted, hips rolling from side to side against him as Rock tightened up the connection, strong
muscles going tight around him.

"Fuck, you're a strong son of a bitch." He wanted Rock. Right fucking then. Hard and deep. Fuck.
Fuck.

Rock purred, hands sliding on his arms as Rock stood. "Come on inside, Rig. I'll show you just how
strong."

"Hell, yes." He nodded, closed the hood and grabbed his toolbox, following Rock into the garage, cock
hard as nails.

Rock was waiting for him just inside the door and he didn't even have time for his eyes to adjust to the
sudden darkness before he was pushed up against the wall, Rock's mouth closing over his.

Hell, yes. Just what he fucking needed. His skin was sweat-slick against Rock's, sliding them together.
Rock's purrs filled his mouth, hot, strong hands holding onto his arms. He didn't hold a single fucking
thing back, kissing Rock with all he had, damn near crawling up the man's body.

One of Rock's hands slid around and down, searching for the tear, searching for skin. He didn't even
tease, just slid one leg up along Rock's, making it easy. The fucking jeans were a loss and Rock got off
on the tearing thing.

Rock purred and pushed against him, rubbing their cocks together as that hand slid into the tear, stroking
his skin, teasing his ass. He could smell them both, male and needy and sweating, along with the vague
hint of oil and sun and soap.

Rock was just devouring him, mouth hard and necessary on his own. It wasn't long before both hands
were at the tear in his jeans, fingers wrapping around the denim and ripping them further apart. Rig
groaned, pushing deeper into the kiss, tongue just fucking Rock's lips.

The sound of the garage door shutting had him jumping, but Rock never stopped kissing him, humping
against him.

"This show needs more naked," Dick informed them. Always could count on the kid to appreciate the
view. It was a fine fucking quality.

Dick worked Rock's shorts off first, that thick cock pressing against Rig's belly as soon as it was freed.
Oh, fuck him raw, that felt good. He got one hand down, wrapped around that fine fucking prick.

Rock growled into his mouth, hands working to tear the jeans the rest of the way off him. And didn't
those big muscles do it, too, the kid whistling at them.

"Need it. You. Now." He worked the tip of Rock's prick with his thumb, demanding, needing.

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"Let me back there, Rock. I've got the slick."

Rock pulled him away from the wall, hands spreading hisasscheeks wide. The grunt that left him when
Dick's fingers slid in was pushed right into Rock's lips, whole body one big ball of want. The angle was
strange, but the kid knew what he liked, knew how to find his gland and play it while Rock rubbed their
fronts together.

His eyes just rolled with it, hips pumping and pushing, riding the pressure and needing more.

Dick's fingers slid away and then they all worked together until there he was, legs wrapped around
Rock's waist, that thick cock pressing up into him.

"Oh. Oh. Sweet fuck, yes." He leaned back, Dick right there, helping to support his shoulders, body
filled with Rock.

Dick's cock slid against his back as Rock's pushed into him, slowly at first and then with increasing
force, speed. It was just what he fucking needed. His men, pushing and fucking and riding with him.

Rock's hands were hard on his ass, fingers digging in, while Dick's were pushing between his body and
Rock's, finding his nipples and sliding over them, pinching them.

He just nodded, riding and moaning, hips bucking. "More. Fuck."

Rock growled and pushed into him harder, faster and fuck him if one of Dick's fingers didn't slide into
him right along with Rock's prick.

"Oh..." His eyes rolled, world spinning madly, hands squeezing Rock's shoulders.

Dick's mouth found his neck, muffling the sweet sounds that were starting up, pushing from Dick's chest
as that long cock slid along his spine. He just lost it, milking Rock's prick, heat spraying as he grunted.

Dick pushed against him hard, just humping his back and crying out as heat splashed up along his back.

Oh, hell yes. Now. One more. "C'mon Rock. You, too."

Grunting, Rock pushed faster, fucking him hard and coming deep inside him. Oh, now. That? Was just
what he needed.

"Mmm... 's fucking good."

"Yep," agreed Rock. "Good fucking."

Dick chuckled behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.

He nodded, leaned into Dick. "You know it, Blue."

"I can't believe you let him tear off your jeans."

Rock chuckled at Dick's words. "I'm a stud, kid. I can do what I want."

Rig grinned. "His truck started it, you know."

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"His truck?"

Rock laughed. "Yeah, I'm such a stud my truck makes passes for me."

Dick started laughing, body shaking behind him. Rig just hooted. Fuck, he did enjoy himself a weekend.

Rock's blue eyes smiled at him, that fat prick still buried deep. "Of course it helps that the man is easy."

Dick nodded. "Almost as easy as you, Rock."

"Now, now, Rock rarely if ever falls for passes from my Jeep..."

The kid sounded like he was going to hurt something he was laughing so hard. His Blue just chuckled,
cock jerking a little inside him.

Oh yeah, weekends were something special. Just like his men.

***

It took Dick awhile to figure out that Rock and Rig were romantic, just not in any conventional sense.

Rock might mow the lawn or carry the groceries in, step and fetch heavy stuff. Rig cooked and cleaned
and overhauled Rock's truck.

It was all romance, Rock and Rig style.

And it worked for them, whoever did whatever whenever and in the end there was grunting and
groaning and fucking.

It took Dick even longer to figure out that he had his own brand of romance.

It wasn't anything big or grand, just little things like buying moretp when they were out or bringing home
cinnamon rolls when he passed the bakery. Stuff like fixing the sink from leaking without being asked and
picking up the front room when Rig worked late.

Or quietly letting Rig know when Rock had a bad day on base.

They weren't even things he did on purpose to be romantic or get fucking points or anything like his
friendBri talked about doing with his wife, it was just stuff he did because he was a part of them. And he
had a hunch that was why Rig and Rock did the things they did.

It worked pretty good for them anyway.

Today though, Dick was doing it on purpose.

Well, the chocolate layer whipped cream cake would probably go over well with Rock. Dick wasn't so
sure the fact he'd used every dish and gotten the ingredients splashed all over the kitchen counters and
floor was going to go over so well with Rig.

He'd clean it up though. As soon as he figured out how to get the chocolate shavings to look like they

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did in the book.

"Smells likeRocketman heaven in here." Rig peered in, leaning against the kitchen door. "You've been
busy."

He grinned ruefully at the mess. "I'll wash up, I swear. I don't suppose you know how to shave
chocolate, do you? I'm almost desperate enough to grab one of the razors from the bathroom, but Iknow
that can't be right."

Damn, Rig looked good enough to eat.

"Potato peeler. Works like a charm. Rock? He'll be just as tickled with chocolate chips. He's not high
rent."

He giggled. "I kind of wanted it to look like the picture." He passed over the magazine he picked up
along with the dry cleaning on his way home after lunch. Then he went for the potato peeler and wow,
that was exactly what the doctor, well nurse, ordered. Except that said nurse kept stealing his curls and
nibbling them.

He giggled and slapped at Rig's fingers. "I thought you said it smelled likeRocketman heaven."

"Yep. I nibble the Rock enough, yeah? Stands to reason I should get addicted to chocolate."

He laughed and peeled a few strokes off into a little bowl for Rig and then went back to covering the
cake with the thin curls of chocolate. "This actually looks pretty good." And if he sounded pretty
surprised, well, there had been other cakes and while the kitchen hadn't looked this bad every time, some
of them had been rather... inedible.

"You're getting to be good at that. There a special occasion or did your sweet tooth just wake up?"

He grinned. "There's a new chocolate place in the mall. Smelled fucking good, but the prices? Shit."

"Yeah?" Rig's eyes twinkled. "They got chocolate covered bananas?"

His mouth dropped open and he shook his head. "Not that I noticed, no. Can you imagine though? We
could melt some chocolate and spread it over our cocks."

"Nah. Might burn. Body heat should do the trick, though..." Rig picked up a single curl and then
dropped to his knees. "Unzip."

Well he wasn't stupid and didn't have to be asked twice. Dick undid his top button and pulled down his
zipper, cock nice and eager already, pushing at his underwear.

"Mmm... Look at what you found for me." His cock was freed, the curl of chocolate settled on the tip.
Then Rig leaned forward, breathing on the candy, on his prick.

"Oh, fuck!" He moaned hands reaching back for the counter to prop himself up.

"Uh-huh." Rig nodded, tongue tracing the edge of the chocolate.

He moaned again, watching, a shiver going through him as Rig's tongue slid on his cock so carefully. Rig

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slowly -- so fucking slowly -- spread the chocolate over his flesh, then licked it up. He whimpered and
reached for another shaving.

Rig backed up a little, licking those soft lips, watching. He dropped the new chocolate shaving onto his
cock and licked his own lips.

"Mmm... pretty, pretty." His skin was lapped, tongue dragging. "Hot, too."

"On fucking fire."

Fuck. That mouth. No wonder it was Rock'sfavorite thing in the world. Even better than chocolate. Rig
wrapped those lips around him, sucking good and strong, head just bobbing, pulling the chocolate off his
skin.

"Damn."

"I'll say, kid." Rock's low voice was hot.

Rig hummed around his prick, eyes hot and happy, smiling at him. Yeah. Damn.

Rock came in. "Smells fucking good in here. Chocolate and man. Myfavorites ."

He grinned and then moaned and Rig's tongue worked some magic. Rig's fingers slid up along his hips,
petting and teasing, loving on him.

He gasped and whimpered and Rock came up and took afingerful of chocolate icing, spreading it on his
lips and leaning in to kiss him. His mouth gasped open, the taste of Rock and chocolate filling him.

Rig took him all the way in, just going to town, sucking him like a starving man. Whimpering and
moaning, he reached out, one hand wrapping around Rig's shoulder, the other around Rock's.

Rig groaned, pulling hard, sucking him, reaching to stroke Rock's thigh. Making more noises, he started
to move his hips, fucking Rig's mouth as Rock's tongue fucked his mouth.

Rig's fingers tugged at his balls, tapped behind them and sent shock through him. He cried out, hips
jerking as he came down Rig's throat, hands squeezing tight.

Those grey eyes were dancing, tongue licking his cock clean. "Yummy."

"Better than chocolate?" he asked, making Rock snort.

"You know it." Rig left a soft, sucking kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Nothing tastes better than chocolate," Rock insisted.

Dick grinned. "No? I'm glad Rig thinks so."

Rock laughed. "Yeah. Me, too."

Rig grinned, tucked him back in. "Kid made us a cake."

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"Is that what this is?" Rock asked. "It's a little lopsided but the icing was pretty fucking good."

It was Dick's turn to laugh. "That wasn't the icing, Rock, that was me." He ducked Rock's swat.

Rig snorted, stood. "No dessert before burgers, marines."

"Well that sucks, Rig. Unless by burgers you mean marines."

Rig's laugh just echoed, filling the kitchen.

Dick grinned. "Let me get this in the fridge so it doesn't melt in this heat."

"Look at Martha fucking Stewart here."

"Hey, that's an all chocolate creation, Rock, I'd be careful who I was insulting."

Rock just grinned and leaned in for another kiss. "No insult, kid. You finish fussing with your cake and
I'll fuck your ass through the mattress."

"Such a generous offer." Rig grinned, started running hot water in the sink.

"No, I'll do the dishes, Rig. I said I would."

"You deal with that cake, kid."

"But then I'll do the dishes. I made the mess." He started putting the cake into the fridge, making room
for it.

"I'll do the fucking dishes," muttered Rock.

Rig grinned. "Come help me, up close and personal."

Rock purred. "I can do that."

Dick grinned, watching as Rock stepped up behind Rig, arms going around him and playing with the
water. Rig just laughed, leaning back into Rock's strength.

He got the cake into the fridge and grabbed the dishtowel, drying as they washed. Funny how even a
chore could be fun done together.

Rock kept giving Rig long, sloppy kisses, distracting their cowboy, getting water everywhere. Of course
soaked Rock and Rig? Was a good thing. Without even really realizing it, he gave up drying infavor of
watching them. Rock's hands were under Rig's shirt; Rig's thighs were parted, ass rocking in a steady
motion. The only thing missing was the naked.

And that's where he came in.

Dropping the dish towel, he went over and started working Rock's jeans open. The wet t-shirts? Those
were staying. Rig's hips were rocking, tight little cowboy butt working against Rock.

Rock purred and gave him a kiss. "Knew we could count on you, kid."

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Grinning, he just kept at it, tugging Rock's jeans down almost to his knees before working Rig's down as
well. Rig leaned over the sink, pretending to reach for something, teasing Rock. Rock groaned and
pushed forward hard, hands on Rig's hips. Dick stripped and pushed up against Rock, his own hands
dropping to Rock's waist.

"Mmm... Warm,Rocketman . Feels fucking good."

Rock purred. "I know it."

Dick chuckled and pressed harder against Rock, those low purrs increasing. Rig turned, facing Rock,
offering those lips for a kiss. Rock didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing over Rig's, the heat of
their kiss making Dick moan and rub harder against Rock's ass. Rig's hand curled around his scalp,
petting him. He reached out himself, one hand sliding up along Rock's side, the other finding one of Rig's
nipples and tweaking it through his wet t-shirt.

Fuck, they were sexy.

Rig's fingers tightened, a muffled moan sounding, trapped by Rock's mouth. He rubbed harder against
Rock's ass, that sound spiking his want.

Rock chuckled and pulled away from the kiss long enough to tease him. "Fuck, kid, you just came. Ah,
to be young again."

Rig hopped up on the counter, legs draping around Rock and him. "You telling me you're old?"

Rock snorted, hands landing on Rig's ass and pulling him up against that hard prick. "Does this feel old
to you?"

"You did call me young," Dick pointed out. Sometimes it was fun to play with the bear -- especially
when he was safely wrapped around Rig.

"It wasn't a compliment, kid."

He laughed at the grump in Rock's voice. Rig hummed, leaning in to lick at Rock's lips. Dick grinned and
licked at the base of Rock's neck, finding his spine and starting to slowly work his way down.

He kept an eye on the Rig and Rock action going on in front of him. Rig pushed into Rock's strength,
tongue fucking Rock's lips. He moaned, hand reaching around to take their pricks and rub them together.
He got two moans, deep and low and needy, Rig's legs going tight around them.

"Hot," he muttered, hand working those cocks, mouth working Rock's spine, and it made him whimper
when a ripple went through the big guy.

Rig was rubbing, cock leaking, so hot against Rock's prick, his hand. Suddenly, Rock's back wasn't
enough and he pushed between their chests, mouth making a beeline for those two hard pricks.

"Oh. Sweet fuck." Rig arched, teetering on the edge of the sink. Rock had Rig though, keeping him
upright, keeping their hips together so Dick could take both their heads in at the same time.

They were so hot, leaking and wet-tipped. Tasted so good, too and he sucked hard, tongue sliding

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across the tips, collecting the liquid there. He could hear them both, moaning and shifting, grunting above
him. He slid his hand up between their legs, fingering both sets of balls as he sucked harder, eager to hear
more sounds.

"Oh. Oh, better than fucking chocolate any day." Rig's drawl was thick, pure sex.

Rock grunted and then agreed with a husky, "yeah."

Moaning, Dick sucked harder, took them in deeper. Rig groaned, pushing up into his mouth.

They started a rhythm, Rig pushing deeper as Rock pulled shallow and then Rock deep, Rig shallow.
Back and forth, one and then the other and he moaned, relaxing his throat, taking it all. Rig started
talking, filthy promises and praises and shit that were so hot, so sexy.

It made him moan and whimper and work harder to bring them off, his own cock just throbbing.

"Soon, kid. Sweet fuck.Gonna ." Rig's cock throbbed, swelling in his lips.

He moaned, wanting it, ready to swallow Rig down. The splash of heat was rich and salty, all male, all
Rig. His mouth was so full and he swallowed and swallowed it down.

"Almost there, kid," groaned Rock, cock pushing deep into his throat. When he swallowed around it,
Rock roared and his come joined Rig's in Dick's belly.

Rig was panting, head back. "Don't... don't let me fall, Blue."

Rock snorted. "Notgonna happen, Rabbit."

Dick just hummed and slowly pulled off them, licking and nuzzling and cleaning them both.

"Mmm... so fucking good to us, kid." Rig's hand was gentle, easy in his hair.

Smiling, he kissed Rig's belly and then Rock's, and straightened, happy to take a nice long kiss from
both of them at the same time.

"I try."

"Everybody should try like you do, kid." Rock gave him a wink and another hard kiss. "Can we have
cake now?"

Rig nodded. "Fuck, yes. Chocolate. Sex.Nummy ."

He grinned and took out three plates from the cupboard.

Yeah, as romance went, they weren't going to win any awards, but it sure as hell worked for them.

August 2005

Dick was playing poker against the computer and losing.

At least the computer didn't expect him to take off his clothes or perform sexualfavors . Not that that

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wasn't a side benefit to losing when he played with Rock and Rig. But still, he liked to win as much as the
next guy, so he was practicing.

He'd considered if it was cheating and decided that it wasn't. He wasn't fixing the deck or marking cards
or anything, he was just getting more experience at playing. Rock and Rig had a lot of years of playing
under their belts and he was at a distinct disadvantage.

Of course the way the computer was kicking his butt, the practicing wasn't doing him much good
anyway.

Rig wandered in, hands full of grocery bags and uniforms. "Hey kid. There's beer and coke in the jeep.
Fetch and carry some?"

He closed the program and popped up, grinning as went to do as Rig asked. "Don't think I haven't
figured out why you keep me around," he teased.

"That's it. I keep you and Rock to carry shit for me."

He was still laughing as he brought the drinks in. Rig was bent over, ass in the air, putting cans of dog
food away. His laughter faded away, his cock going way hard just like that. Man, that was one sweet
ass.

"You cool, kid?" Grey eyes blinked over, upside down.

"Nope. I wouldn't say cool is what I am."

Rig tilted his head, then stood, turned toward him. "No?"

"No. I mean, isn't it pretty hot in here?" He put down the beer and coke near the fridge.

Rig came closer, smelling fine, looking good. "You running a fever?"

He grinned. "I don't know, maybe you'd better check me out."

"You flirt." Rig pushed right up, hands sliding up his arms.

He felt his cheekscolor but he circled his arms around Rig's waist. "You can't blame me."

"No?" Rig smiled, leaned right in for a kiss. "Hey."

"Hey," he murmured, smiling right back. He closed the distance between their lips, moaning softly as they
kissed.

Rig's hands pushed up past his neck, holding his head. He whimpered, holding Rig closer. Fuck, it
always felt so good.

"So fucking hungry." Rig licked his lips, groaning low.

"Starving." His tongue slid out to play with Rig's.

"Let's go fuck."

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He giggled. "Yeah, okay. You think we should put the beer in the fridge first?"

"Yeah. Warm beer sucks." Rig winked. "Rock'llpitch a fit."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. And there's better things for him to pitch."

Rig chuckled, reached down and pinched his ass. "Oh. Wait. You said pitch..."

He shrieked and then giggled and pinched back. That started the tickle fight, both of them pouncing and
poking and laughing hard.

"I can't leave the two of you alone for a few minutes without you regressing to five year olds and leaving
the beer to get warm." Rock sounded more amused than pissed off.

Rig blew a raspberry at Rock, then twisted beneath Dick as he found a ticklish spot. Rock just laughed
and shook his head, and went to put the beer in the fridge.

Dick looked shocked. "Wriggling Rig and you're more interested in the beer?"

"Rig's not going anywhere -- you're holding him down. And this way the beer will be cold when we're
done fucking. Use your head, kid."

Rig reached down and squeezed his cock. "Yeah. Use your head."

He giggled, moaned, pushed into Rig's hand. "Yougonna help me?"

Rig chuckled, squeezed harder, rubbed a little. "Goober."

He was going to complain about the goober thing, but he was too busy burying his tongue in Rig's
mouth. His jeans got loosened, fingers sliding inside and wrapping around his cock.

"Can't you two wait for the bedroom?"

Rig snorted, stroking harder, eyes shining up at him.

"No," he answered, hips moving urgently, whimpers and moans coming from him.

"Mmm..." Rig licked and kissed, tongue fucking his mouth in time with the hand working his prick.

"Rig! Oh!" Eyes going wide, he came, the pleasure like lightning shooting up his spine.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah." Rig nodded, moaned. "Fucking hot."

"Smells fucking good," muttered Rock. "Come on now, you two. Bed."

"Hell, yes." Rig licked his own hand clean, groaning low. "Bed."

He grinned and nodded. He could get behind that. He headed down the hall, letting his ass wiggle for

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them. He heard a brief struggle behind him, then footsteps followed, Rig gasping and chuckling.

He laughed. "You guys arguing over who gets me first?"

"Already had you." Rig chuckled, jumping on the bed.

He pouted. "That was just a warm up."

Rock laughed. "Greedy, kid."

Rig nodded. "Greedy. Hot. Hung. God bless the Marines."

"We aim to please," said Rock.

Dick just giggled.

Rig cackled, waggled his ass. "You got decent aim,roadbump ?"

"Who you callingroadbump , redneck?"

Grinning, Dick settled against the pillows, watching them.

"That would be you, tall, dark andstudly ." Rig's drawl went deep and pure sex, just like that.

"Well if you're going to put it like that..." Rock started stripping, eyes hot and heavy on Rig as he pulled
off his clothes.

It made Dick wriggle, cock going hard again. Rig spread, moving, taunting Rock, teasing.

"Get him naked, kid." The words were growled, on fire and Dick hurried to obey.

"Gonnafuck me good and hard,Rocketman ?" Oh, Rig was pushing, just begging for it.

"Is there any other way?" Rock asked.

Rig chuckled. "Well, you could try crappy and soft, but you'd have to really stretch for it..."

Rock growled. "I couldn't do crappy and soft if I tried. Spread 'em, cowboy. I'mgonna ride."

"Fuck, yes." Christ no one gave it up like Rig did.

Dick moaned, hand dropping to his cock. Rig looked at him, licked his lips, grunted. He grinned,
stroked a little.

Rock laughed. "Slut."

"Yours." Rig nodded, smiled that slow, sexy smile.

That had Rock purring. "Yes."

Dick whimpered and stroked harder. Fuck, they were sexy.

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"Come on, now. I need it."

"Oh, you're going to beg now. I think I like that." Rock knelt on the bed between Rig's legs. "I think I
like that almost as much as I like fucking that sweet little hole of yours."

Rig chuckled, reached out to stroke Rock's belly. "Not begging. Just telling the truth."

"You do know how to sweet talk a man." Rock pushed a finger in behind Rig's balls and Dick
whimpered.

"Don't hold out on Rig, kid. Save that for him."

Rig started riding Rock's finger, long, lean body rippling.

"Oh, that's pretty," he murmured, hand working hard.

"Mmmm..." Rig reached up, braced himself on the headboard.

"Yeah, just like that, Rig." Rock pushed a second finger in.

Dick whimpered again. "Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes. Yes." Rig nodded, moving faster, harder.

He bent and kissed the tip of Rig's prick and then straddled Rig's head. His fingers tangled with Rig's on
the headboard as his cock nudged at Rig's lips. That hot, hungry, amazing mouth opened right up,
sucking and pulling at him. A shudder went through him and he started making noises, each one pulled
out of him by Rig's mouth.

"Fuck yeah, kid. Nice."

One of Rock's finger's teased his hole, made him jerk. Rig smiled around his cock, sucked harder. He
knew the moment Rock's cock slid into Rig's ass, that sweet fucking mouth tightening around his prick.
Rig's eyes rolled, a deep cry vibrating his cock.

Gasping, he started moving harder, faster, crying out himself as two of Rock’s fingers sank deep into his
ass. The bed creaked, Rig bracing them all as their movements got faster, harder. His own cries were
filling the air, whimpers and gasps and moans, punctuated by the occasional sound from Rock. It was too
good to last and just like always, Rig's mouth pulled Dick's orgasm right out of him.

Crying out, he shot down Rig's throat. Rig took him all, swallowing and moaning and humming around
his prick. Whimpering, he kept moving, letting his cock slide on Rig's tongue. Fuck, it was so good. So
unbelievably good.

Rig's eyes blinked up, dragging along his body until they met his own. Needy and happy and hot -- there
was nothing like that look.

Rock's fingers slipped out of him and he pulled out of Rig's mouth, shifting so he could kiss Rig as his
hand met Rock's around Rig's prick. Rock grunted, moving faster. Rig keened, arching, entire body
fucking begging for it, for them.

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Leaving Rig's mouth, Dick focused on the sweet nipples, knowing how much even the slightest touches
drove Rig crazy.

"Oh! Fuck!" He heard Rig's cry, Rock's grunt and then heat poured over his fingers.

Rock thrust a few more times, jerky pushes that ended with his roar. All three of them collapsed
together, legs tangled, his and Rock's hands curled together on Rig's belly. Rock got a slow kiss, then he
got one, then Rock again, Rig humming and snuggling.

Rock pulled the covers over them with a grunt. "I suppose I'm buying pizza tonight."

"Later." Rig settled in. "Or we can go get burgers and fries and milkshakes. Later."

"Not too much later," grumbled Rock and Dick had to hide his grin. With one appetite fed, Rock was
thinking of another.

"'kay." Rig nuzzled into Rock's throat, Rock's eyes closing.

Dick grinned and cuddled in. This beat practicing poker any day.

***

Dick sat at the table with the guys, frowning at his cards. He still wasn't great at poker and he was
getting his ass beat. The problem was, he was also getting horny, because the last time he'd played
poker... well he'd still been losing then, despite his practicing, but losing with Rig and Rock was always
as much fun as winning.

Rock grunted and kicked him under the table. "Come on, kid. Your turn."

"Huh? Oh!" He blushed as he met knowing blue eyes and threw a twenty on the pot. "Call."

There were groans around the table and one after one, the others all folded. All except for Rock who
matched his twenty and put down his cards. "Full house, kid."

He looked down at his own cards, not even sure what he had. "Oh. King high," he said, showing his
garbage hand and going redder.

There were hoots and hollers all around the table and Rock just laughed, collecting all the money.

"How did you know the kid had a shit hand?"Gutterez asked.

"Because the kidalways has a shit hand." Rock gave him a wink and started dealing.

Dick just grinned,color remaining high as he remembered just how different losing with Rock and Rig
was compared to losing with the guys.

And if he was lucky, he'd be reminded after everyone went home and they set up a private game of their
own.

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Dick looked down at himself and shook his head. There was no way he was wearing this in public and
he didn't believe any of the other guys were either. Jackson's wife had come up with the idea of a uniform
for the guys on their team for the charity games and Jackson had just shrugged apologetically and told the
rest of them they'd understand when they were married.

Dick snorted. His guys? Would never have dressed him up in skin tight biking shorts and t-shirt like this.

Well. They might, but they'd keep him inside. Fuck, the thought of Rock and Rig was turning him on and
damn, these stupid things leftnothing to the imagination.

A wolf-whistle split the air. "Woo-hoo! Look at that! Shake it, baby!" Rig applauded, leaning against the
doorframe.

Dick went beet red and actually dropped his hands in front of himself, feeling like an idiot. "Jackson's
wife picked them."

"They're fucking hot.Lemme see the back."

"Hot? They're revealing enough." He turned around, twisting to see. "Are they just as tight back there?"

Rig made a low, needy noise, coming across the room, hands reaching for Dick's ass.

Oh. Okay, maybe there were some benefits to these things.

"Fuck, kid. Look at that." Rig got hold of him, squeezing and rubbing.

"I guess I know why Jackson's wife wanted them," Dick murmured, pushing back into Rig's hands.

"Uh-huh. You have to go soon?"

"I'm not going anywhere with this hard-on."

"Oh, shucks." Rig's hands slid around, thumbs rubbing his cock.

He leaned back into Rig, moaning softly. "Oh, don't stop."

"Promise." Rig's mouth found his shoulder, teeth scraping.

He shivered, loving the focus, the way Rig wasreally turned on. That was proved by the hard bulge
rubbing against his ass, pushing against him.

"Fuck me?" he asked, rubbing back against Rig's cock.

"Hell yes." Rig tugged his shorts down, kneeling behind him, tongue sliding on the small of his back.

He whimpered, a shudder going through him. "Oh fuck, Rig." Leaning forward, he spread his legs some,
hands finding the edge of the dresser.

"Uh-huh. Let me just..." Rig spread him, licking him, getting him good and wet.

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"Rig!" He cried out, body going tight and then hot and then loose, letting Rig's tongue in.

Rig started fucking him with that hot tongue, pushing deep and hard. Dick panted, trying to catch his
breath, Rig just sending him soaring. Rig groaned, the sound vibrating against him. His knuckles were
white he was holding the dresser so hard, just holding on and flying.

Rig backed away, working his own belt buckle open. "Want you. Fuck."

He nodded, looking back, watching Rig undo his jeans. "Hurry. Please."

Rig was hard, cock dark and dripping, wanting him.

He whimpered, licked his lips. "Fuck."

"Yeah. Now. Hold onto the chest of drawers, now." Rig lined up and pushed deep, hands hard on his
hips.

Dick gasped, locking his arms in place as the heat set him on fire.

"Fucking perfect." Rig worked him hard, tugging him back on that cock, fucking the hell out of him.

He let Rig move him, pushing back into the thrusts, the pleasuretraveling his spine and settling in his balls.
Rig reached around, hand finding his cock and pumping in time, driving him crazy.

"Fuck!Gonna come. Rig!" His whole body shook, Rig rocking him.

"Come on. Come on, now. Fuck." Rig shoved in hard, just taking him.

He cried out, bucking as spunk sprayed out of him.

"Yeah. Yeah." Rig slumped down against him.

"Oh, fuck. That was amazing." He kept his elbows and knees locked, trying to catch his breath, loving
Rig's weight on him.

"'s good. So good." Rig rubbed one cheek against his shoulder.

"Mmmm... yeah." He had to agree. And maybe he had to keep the skin tight shorts after all.

***

They'd spent the entire fucking day doing underwatermaneuvers and it had been faster to just come
home than to change with everyone, fight for the fucking showers, and wait on transportation back to the
base.

Rock couldn't wait to get out of his fucking wetsuit.

It had been awhile since they'd done this and he'd obviously added a few pounds of muscle since then,
because his suit was fucking tight. He was not looking forward to getting out of it. Of course that's where
one Nurse Roberts came in...

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He let himself in starting to feel like a raisin needing peeling. "Rigger! Where the fuck are you?"

"Kitchen." Rig wandered out, drying his hands on a towel. "I finally got the ice maker workingag ..." The
low drawl faded, Rig's eyes going wide, lips parting.

Oh, that was a good look on his Rabbit. Grinning he pulled the zipper down to his navel. "Youwanna
give me a hand?"

"Uh-huh." The towel dropped to the floor, Rig's gaze hotter than fire.

He could feel himself getting hard and damn it, that wasn't going to help the removal, not one little bit.
Still, Rig would help him get out of the suit because that gaze meant Rig was wanting him.

"Look at you... Fuck that's..." Rig walked over, reaching out, petting and stroking him. "Gottaget this
off."

"Uh-huh." He could feel the touch but not the warmth of Rig's fingers through the suit and that was a
damned shame. He gave Rig a wink. "There's safe sex and then there's going overboard."

Rig's laugh just filled the air, honestly tickled, husky, sexy. No one loved his jokes like his own personal
redneck. The man just made him feel good, from head to toe and all the stuff in between. If Rig wasn't
already his... well Rig was though, there was never any question of that.

He ran his fingers through Rig's curls, his cowboy needed a cut. Made it easy for tugging Rig in for a kiss
though. His mouth landed against Rig's, tongue pushing in between the soft lips. Rig opened right up,
sucking on his tongue as the rubber suit was pushed off his shoulders. Purring, he let one hand down to
grab Rig's ass and give it a squeeze before letting his arms hang loose so Rig could work the rubber
down off his arms.

"Beautiful son of a bitch." Rig got his arms free, fingers moving to touch his belly.

He flexed the muscles under Rig's fingers. "Yours," he muttered.

Those grey eyes met his, sharp and clear. "You know it. Came across the country just for you."

He nodded. "I know."

He grabbed the bottom of Rig's t-shirt and started tugging it off over Rig's head. Then they were belly to
belly, rubbing and hot, Rig moaning at the touch. His hands worked their way into the back of Rig's
jeans, no mean feat considering how tight the man wore them, and he had a double handful of the
sweetest ass ever. Rig stroked his balls through the rubber, the touch barely there, too gentle.

He spread his legs a little, growling when that made the rubber awfully tight and didn't help. "Gottalose
the suit."

"Yeah." Rig went down to his knees, hands working the rubber down, cheek on his cock.

He moaned softly, hand dropping to Rig's head. "Am I wrinkled up like a prune?"

"Just a little damp." Rig nuzzled his balls, breath hot and good on his skin.

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"Nothing wrong with a bit of damp."

He spread his legs a bit, which wasn't helping Rig get the wetsuit off his legs, but it sure as fuck was
giving Rig more room to get to his balls.

"Sexy fucker." Rig licked and kissed, driving him crazy.

"You know it." His hips started moving, encouraging Rig, just wanting.

"Mmhmmm..." Rig nuzzled in, lips open, tasting him, tongue touching him.

"Fuck, you're something else." Something special and he knew enough to just hold on. One hand slid
around Rig's shoulder, the other kept moving through the blond curls.

Rig's eyes were closed, entire focus on him -- his prick, his skin, his balls. Fuck, yes. His cock
throbbed, his balls just beginning to ache in that perfect way they did. His Rabbit knew every inch --
knew when to take it slow, when to give it up. Knew how to show that the man loved sucking him.

He spread his legs a little wider, finding a comfortable place to stand, a stance that would let him rock
and let him stay standing when things got intense. He hummed and purred, stroked Rig's head.

The tip of his cock was worked, slow and careful, lips moving on the ridge, tongue pushing into the slit.

He shuddered, jerked. "Fuck, yes!"

Rig moaned, tongue carefully fucking the tip of his cock.

His hands tightened in Rig's hair, on his shoulder. "Jesus fuck, Rig.Gonna make me fucking explode."

Rig's answer was to gently squeeze his cock, spreading the tiny opening of his prick, tongue pressing a
little harder, a littler deeper.

"Fuck. Fucking shit, Rig!" He shuddered, so fucking close.

One more hard push then Rig's mouth dropped over his cock like a ton of bricks. He just gave it up,
hips snapping, pushing his cock all the way in as he came hard. His Rabbit just drank him down, pulling
hard and swallowing. He held on tight to Rig's shoulders, knees locking so he didn't fall as that talented
mouth pulled out one aftershock after another.

"Mmm... So good." Rig's eyes were warm, dancing.

He nodded, touched Rig's bottom lip. "Fucking good."

Rig kissed the tip of his fingers. "Mm-hmm."

He purred, stroking Rig's face. "You wanting, Rabbit. Needing a little of this?" He pushed his cock along
Rig's cheek.

"You know it." Rig nuzzled, stubble just rasping against him. "Every inch."

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"It's all yours. Every fucking inch."

"You fucking know it." Rig helped him get the rest of the way naked, hands sliding on his legs.

He hummed, stepping out of the wetsuit, feeling like the fucking stud he was. "Where do you want it?"

"Sofa? Bed? Shower? I'm easy so long as I get it."

He chuckled. "I could go for your ass in the shower. I feel all rubbery."

Rig grinned, let Rock help him up. "Let's go, Blue. I'll help you find the soap."

"Oh, you will, will you? I guess I'd better drop it a time or two then." He chuckled, tugged Rig in close
for a long, deep kiss.

Rig cupped his jaw, leaning right into the kiss. He purred into it, hands busy on Rig's jeans, working
them open, off. Rig was hard, hot, cock leaking for him. He grabbed hold of it, stroking nice and slow.

"Oh. Oh, fuck yeah." Rig rippled, lips open, tongue just wetting them.

"Fuck you are one sexy fucker, Rig." He took a step or two toward the shower, tugging Rig along by his
cock.

"That's not a leash..." No, but it was hard and heavy in his hand.

"You sure about that?"

"Uh-huh." There was a hint of that dark ink, those trimmed pale curls around that dark prick.

He growled a little. "Forget the shower I'm doing you over the couch."

Rig groaned, belly going tight and flushed.

"Come on, Rabbit. Your ass is mine."

"Yeah." Rig bent over the back of the sofa, ass offered right over, pretty as you please.

He leaned over Rig, mouth finding that spot on his Rabbit's neck as he reached for the lube under the
sofa cushions. Rig spread and wiggled, rubbing against him.

"Sexy fucker," he muttered, sliding two slick fingers into Rig's ass.

"Yours." Rig pressed back, took him in. He loved that, the way Rig just gave it all up to him. Always
had, always would. It had been true from the start.

"More, Blue. I'm needing it." Those long fingers dug into the couch cushions, hips rolling.

He pushed in another finger, stretching wide, admiring the way Rig's body sucked him in and begged for
more. "You're not going to be happy until it's my cock."

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"I know what I need."

"Yep. Good man."

Rock let his fingers come out and lined up, waiting just a moment, feeling Rig's asshole jerking against
the tip of his cock, wanting him in. Then he pushed, nice and slow, letting Rig feel every fucking inch. The
moan he got was pure pleasure, Rig nodding, just taking him in deep.

Rig was tight and hot and still just the most perfect fucking lay...

Groaning, Rock stopped when he was all the way in, his hips tight against Rig's ass, his hands on Rig's
hips, just holding on as Rig's back rippled for him.

"Made for this." The words were soft, serious.

"Made for me." With that he pulled back and pushed in again, hard and sure.

"Yes!" Rig's body went tight, squeezing him and making him moan low.

"Fuck, yes." Moaning, he set up a good rhythm, fucking Rig hard and fast, just like they both wanted.

Skin slapping, both of them right there, into it. There was nothing like it. Nothing at all.

He just watched Rig's body ride his cock, hands tight on his Rabbit, the sensations so fucking good. A
dull red flush started crawling up Rig's spine, their motions getting faster, harder. He slid one hand down
around Rig's hip, finding that hard, needy prick and wrapping around it. Oh yeah, it wouldn't be long
now. He pushed as hard as he could, just giving Rig everything.

Rig's cries came faster, little needy sounds just filling the air.

"Give it to me, Rig. Give me what I want."

"Oh. Oh, fuck yes." Rig jerked, squeezed, come pouring over his hand.

He roared as Rig's body milked his cock, pulling the spunk right out of him. He came hard, body just
shaking with the pleasure.

"Mmm... 's good." Rig moaned, leaned against the sofa.

He bent over the long back and kissed Rig's spine, breath puffing from him. "Fucking good."

"Uh-huh." Rig just nodded, body holding him.

Warm and smooth, silk against his skin. This sure beat the wet-suit. Any fucking day of the week.

***

All of his old jeans were too loose.

All of them.

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So after his shift at the hospital, Rigger went to the mall and bought two more pair and a couple three
t-shirts that might actually fit.

Then he stopped in the mall bathroom and changed, looking in the mirror. Damn. He was down to his
college weight. Maybe high school. The tight jeans? Looked incredibly not fucking bad.

He stuffed his other clothes in the bag and headed out to the pool hall where he was supposed to meet
his men. Rock and Dick were already playing, the kid laughing at something Rock had said. They sure
did look fine together, two studs and all his.

He got himself a beer and wandered over, avoiding the crowds, making a beeline for the marines. Dick
saw him first, happy welcome smile going all wide-eyed and hot. Rock took one look at Dick and turned
to see what had him flustered. Rock was better at hiding his reactions in public, but his Blue gave him a
slow once over and whistled.

"How's it hanging, marines." Oh, yeah. Tight jeans.

Rock grinned. "Well itwas loose."

Dick laughed, eyes wandering between his chest and his crotch. "Damn, Rig."

"Now, come on boys. You've seen me in jeans before..."

"Yep, but I haven't seen you in a pair that tight in quite awhile," Rock noted, reaching out and touching
his nipple ring through his t-shirt.

His eyes went wide, nipple and cock going hard. "Wouldn't... wouldn't want my men to lose interest."

"No chance there," Dick said, eyes still wide, hot on him.

Rock shook his head, flicking the ring again before leaning back against the pool table. "No chance at
all."

Rig licked his lips, took a deep drink of his beer to wet his whistle. "Whose shot?"

"Huh?" asked Dick.

Rock chuckled. "Your shot, kid."

"Oh!" Dick blushed, but kept looking at him. "I got distracted."

"Yep, that'll happen." Rock gave him a wink.

Rig just blushed, feeling sexy as fuck, feeling good and hot and wanted.

Rock grinned and tugged him to the side. "Come on, kid. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can get
home and..."

"Oh, fuck yeah. Take your shot, Pretty."

Dick nodded and bent over the pool table, ass wriggling and shifting.

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"Mmm... look at that..." Rig grinned, watching. "He is a fine young man."

"Yep. Learned how to shake it from the best, too." Rock was splitting his attention between the two of
them, looking hot and horny.

"Well, then there's you." He let himself just admire. "You're... damn."

Rock stood a little straighter, all but flexing for him. "You know it."

Dick managed to sink one ball before scratching the next. He bounced up, admiring both of them. "I'm
the luckiest guy in the place."

Rig grinned, rolled his eyes. "Y'all had supper already?"

"Justmuchies shit. I'm wanting a real steak when we get home. On the grill. After we check out the fit of
those jeans."

Dick grinned at Rock and nudged him. "Go ahead and take your shot so I can sink my last ball and win."

"Mmm... you cooking the steaks, Rock? I'll make dessert." The reward for pretending Rock's steaks
were better than his was worth it.

"If that dessert is chocolate pie, you've got a deal."

"I don't know," Dick put in. "I'm thinking I want a Rigger Cream for dessert."

Rock chuckled and shook his head. "That's for appetizers. And before bed drinks."

"Sounds perfect." He finished his beer. "Come on. We'll call it a tie. Let's go home."

It was a testament to the jeans how quickly his marines put the testosterone over the game aside to
hustle him out of the pool hall.

He grinned. "Who's riding who. I mean, with who?"

Dick giggled and Rock chuckled. "You'd better take the jeep yourself, the kid and I will stay out of
trouble without you in the truck. Promise."

"Okay. I'll meet y'all at the house." He made sure to sashay all the way to the Jeep, hips just swinging.
And didn't he just feel their eyes the entire way and when he looked back? Their tongues weren't quite
hanging out, but they were definitely drooling.

Fuck, yeah. He still had it.

He hopped in the Jeep, turned the music up loud and sang all the way home, hot and hard and happy.
Rock's truck was on his ass the whole time, not close enough to be tailgating, his Blue had the distance
just gauged perfectly to be as close as possible without being dangerous. As it was, they were all at the
front door pretty much at the same time, his marines both sporting impressive bulges.

He opened the door, going to let the dogs out, first thing. His marines were still right behind him, Rock

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pushing up against his back, Dick coming around to rub against his front.

"They can stay out the back while we take care of some edges," growled Rock.

"Mmmm... good plan." Fuck, this was hisfavorite place on Earth, between his marines.

"Rock's always are," murmured Dick, mouth meeting his, open and eager, tongue inviting his to play.

Rock's mouth found his neck, found that sweet spot on his neck that just went straight to his cock and
made his balls ache. He whimpered, diving into the kiss, tongue fucking Dick's lips, ass pushing back
against Rock.

Two sets of hands worked on his clothes. His t-shirt was tugged up, his jeans yanked down, and then
Dick and Rock undressed each other as well, at least far enough that they were all rubbing skin on skin
together. Rock's cock slid along his crease, leaving wet trails and Dick had a hand wrapped around their
two cocks, stroking them together.

"Mmmm." His eyes rolled, thighs parting as much as he could, rocking between them.

"Fuck, those jeans are sexy," murmured Dick against his mouth, hand working faster, thumb teasing the
tips of their cocks.

Rock just grunted, hands at his waist.

"I'll buy four more pairs."

"Isn't the jeans," muttered Rock. "'s man in 'em."

Oh. Oh. He reached back, touching his Blue, his moan saying everything he needed it to.

Rock grunted at his touch, pushing harder, driving his cock through Dick's hand. That fat prick teased
along his ass, promising a good hard fuck. He rocked between them, just shaking for it, cock weeping
and wet against Dick's belly.

"Come on, Rabbit," murmured Rock. "Give it up for us. You know you want to."

That had Dick whimpering, his pretty jerking, heat splashing between them.

"Always want y'all. Fucking always." He arched stretched, needing them.

"Show us," growled Rock, two fingers pushing between hisasscheeks and into him.

Spunk sprayed from him, his entire body going tight.

"That's it," murmured Rock, one hand sliding between him and Dick to tug on his nipple, making the
orgasm stretch.

"Uh-huh..." His eyes closed, just humming with it.

"You two don't take too long to recover," murmured Rock. "Your asses are mine. Both of them."

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"At the same time?" Dick asked, giggling.

"Not even Rock's that good, Pretty."

That had them all laughing, supporting each other and trying not to trip over their jeans as they made
their way down the hall.

"You guys can flip a coin for who gets me first."

Rig hooted. "I like him second, get the slower ride."

Dick grinned. "Works for me. I get to watch that way."

Rock chuckled and swatted his and Dick's asses. "Pervs, the pair of you."

"Me? I haven't got a singlepervy bone in my body."

Rock laughed. "No? Sluts then?"

"There you go." Rig winked, turned back for a kiss.

Rock gave it to him, tongue pushing deep, arms going around him. Those hot, big hands found their
home on his ass, holding on to him. He moaned, just sort of melting into Rock's strength. Dick hummed
and pushed them along, getting them into the bedroom and helping them the rest of the way out of their
jeans so that they could fall into bed naked.

Yeah. Yeah, his marines, his men, his lovers.

Dick lay back on the bed and pushed the lube at him, legs spreading nice and easy for him.

"Want me to get him ready for you, Blue?" He slicked his fingers up, touch sliding behind Dick's balls
before Rock even answered.

"Uh-huh." Rock's hands were split between him and Dick, just touching, sliding on their skin as Dick
slowly writhed.

"Mmm... Pretty." He leaned down, lapped at Dick's cock, just tasting. Dick moaned and whimpered,
those sweet porno noises starting up right on cue.

Rock purred, kiss dropping on Rig's shoulder. "Fucking love those noises, kid."

He nodded, smiled, sucked a little harder. Those noises were like Heaven. Rock's fingers joined his
teasing at Dick's hole, making those sweet noises get louder, better. They fucked Dick together, eyes
locked, rhythm matched.

Four fingers spread Dick open, fucked him, made him theirs all over again. His Pretty just rode it,
sounds getting louder and louder, body shivering and bucking.

"He's ready for you, Blue. So fucking hot." Rig kissed Dick's belly, nuzzling.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Born ready," muttered Dick, head shifting from side to side on the pillow.

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Rock chuckled and settled between Dick's legs, lining his cock up and pushing right in. Dick moaned,
bore down to take more in. Rig stayed down there, lips teasing and playing Dick's cock.

"Fuck yes," moaned Dick, one hand in his hair, the other in Rock's. "Gonnamake me fucking fly."

"That's the idea, kid," muttered Rock, that fat cock moving inside Dick.

Rig nodded, tongue working the tip of Dick's cock, pulling it into his mouth. They moved together like a
well-oiled machine, Dick's noises punctuating the slap of flesh on flesh, the sound of his mouth on Dick's
cock. His hand found Rock's ass, squeezing, rubbing. Rock groaned and Dick bucked and they moved
faster, Rock driving into Dick. He groaned, humming low, head bobbing. Come on. Come on.

Dick's noises got higher pitched, louder and suddenly he was shouting and bucking, come pouring down
Rig's throat. Rig swallowed, drinking Dick down, cock full again. Rock kept moving into Dick, slowing
and then stopping with a low rumbled.

"Next!"

Dick laughed, stretching lazily.

Rig chuckled, raised his hand. "Pick me!"

"No, I'm going to fuck you, Rig." Rock winked and pushed him onto his back.

"Pushy marine." He chuckled, spread.

"Am I pushy, kid?" Rock asked Dick.

"Yes, yes, you are."

"Brat."

Dick just laughed, hand reaching out to slide across Rig's nipple.

Rig arched, electricity shooting through him. "Fuck."

Rock chuckled. "That's the idea."

Dick just moaned softly and bent to lick at his nipple, breath hot, tongue hotter. Then his Blue got
serious, eyes watching him as two slick fingers filled him.

"MMmm... Yeah. More." He spread, rocking, riding those fingers.

"You'll get it. Have I ever let you down?"

Dick hummed and sucked harder on his nipple.

"Never. Never, Blue." He twisted, breath caught in his chest. "Oh. Damn."

Rock purred, fingers twisting, nailing his gland. "You've got that right."

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"Blue!" His thighs spread wider, hips rocking.

Rock nodded, pegging it again and then again.

His eyes just rolled, heart pounding, body aching. "More. More."

"I've got your more right here." Rock's fingers slid away, slowly as if they didn't want to go, and then that
fat prick was right there, pushing into him, stretching him.

His moan filled the room, ass squeezing Rock's cock.

Rock groaned. "You feel good."

Those blue eyes closed for a moment, Rock still. Then they opened again and Rock smiled at him,
started moving. He nodded, reached up for Rock, body aching. Fuck, yes. Rock’s smile grew and he
found the perfect rhythm, Dick's fingers and mouth working both their bodies in counterpoint.

Rig ached, needing, made for this. For them. Dick's mouth slid up along his neck, his jaw, ending in a
long, deep kiss that Rock joined, their tongues tangling together, hot and wet and so fucking good it was
almost too much. He held on, whimpering, wanting, needed.

Harder, faster, Rock just kept driving into him over and over. Dick grabbed his cock, pulled, tugged.
The kiss between them grew desperate, hard and eager, like the thrusts, the tugs, all of it.

Everything inside him went rock-hard and fiery, then he was coming, moaning into Rock's mouth. Rock
moaned back, hips jerking. Heat filled him, Rock right there with him through his climax.

"Mmm... Blue." His eyes were rolling, heart pounding.

Rock rumbled and gave him a long kiss before settling next to him. Dick was cuddled up on his other
side, his marines keeping him warm, keeping him loved.

"Mmm... 's home." He cuddled happily. Man, he was so buying more jeans.

Because in them or out of them, he had his marines right where he wanted them. Close.

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