1.

Grady woke early to the sensation of crisp ocean air filling his lungs. He turned his head to the side and, finding Luke still fast asleep, rolled gingerly to the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over without a sound, and the bare wood boards felt cold beneath his feet, the chill air in their little room pricked his flesh. Quickly, Grady yanked a pair of jeans up his legs and a shirt over his head. He found Luke’s sweatshirt in a heap on the floor and put that on, too.

He crept down the hall, pausing outside the next bedroom. The door was tightly shut, but Grady thought he heard voices. Berkley and Cliff were inside, and Grady picked up a low, indistinct murmur. Then the bedsprings squeaked and a low moan reached Grady’s ears, and the squeaking grew rhythmic and he hurried down the hall.

The skies were gray outside, thickening in the distance until they met the ocean in a dark, curving line at the horizon. Grady pulled the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the porch, a small shiver passing through him. He shut the door behind him and breathed deep the crisp ocean air.

They had arrived late the night before after two days of aimless, nonstop travel. They’d trooped in together, edgy and gripped with exhaustion. Berkley had claimed a room for he and Cliff, and without a word they disappeared inside. He and Luke found some fresh linens and made up the second bed. Grady could not remember undressing or climbing onto the mattress.

It was peaceful by the ocean, and a part of Grady wondered what it might be like to remain. He tried to imagine how Luke would fare in a place like this--nothing but sand and ocean, the faint but steady rush and fade of waves all day and all night. He sat on the porch steps with his knees up to his chest and listened.

Sometime later, the door behind him slid open and Berkley stepped out. His cigarette was already lit. Berkley sucked deep, held it a minute, and released.

“Fuck yeah,” he sighed, dropping to sit beside Grady on the steps. He held the cigarette out and the sweet, sharp scent of marijuana filled Grady’s nostrils. He looked closer and saw it was not one of Berkley’s smooth store bought cigarettes, but a thinly rolled joint.

Berkley’s eyes were closed, his face tipped up to the sky. He wore a gray cotton shirt with long sleeves, and the same dark brown corduroy pants from before, threadbare around the knees and ankle. His hair was a mess, sticking up in the back and tangled across his forehead. They said nothing, passing the joint back and forth. Grady stared out at the ocean as Berkley seemed transfixed by the rippling mounds of sand stretching up and down the beach. It had been a long time for Grady, and it wasn’t long before he felt that tingling flush creep across his skin.

Cliff came out some moments later, a snug white T riding up his side and the top button of his jeans undone. He stomped down the porch steps, ruffling Berkley’s hair as he passed. His boots were on, the laces untied, and sand kicked up behind him as he went to the water. He paused just out of reach of the waves, both hands disappearing in front of him. He wriggled his hips a little and went still, rolling his head back.

“Oh, class act,” Berkley murmured, watching him. Grady averted his gaze, glancing discreetly Berkley‘s way, wondering about he and Cliff. Berkley hadn’t seemed to change very much after his time with Cliff. Less than a year had gone by, and still he was the same scruffy young blond Grady remembered, the ever present pack of cigarettes a square bulge in his hip pocket.

Cliff shook off, zipped up, and came back.

Berkley pinched off the roach and stored it with his cigarettes. Cliff squeezed in behind him, and Berkley leaned back against his chest.

“Hey there, big guy,” he said, tipping his head back with a grin.

Grady looked away from them just as Cliff leaned in for a kiss. He stared up the beach, wondering at the emptiness of it. Too cool for swimming, but it was flat and clean, perfect to go chase around a dog or two. His head was fuzzy from the pot, his eyes dry, and his skin felt sensitive like he had a fever. Suddenly Grady could not stand the chill, and he pulled himself up and trooped back indoors.

Luke was in the kitchen, standing before the open refrigerator. It was empty but for a pack of butter and an old jar of fat. His dark hair stuck out at all angles and he met Grady’s gaze with a tired smile. Grady thought of the rhythmic creaking behind Berkley and Cliff’s closed door that morning, and felt a need come over him.

“Hey,” he said. Luke nudged the door shut as Grady pressed close, tilting his head up for a kiss.

Grady was eager. It had been days. They’d had almost no chances over the past week, always cooped up in a van or a room with Berkley and Cliff. He felt lonely and horny and empty, and he needed Luke to fill him. He pressed into the solid breadth of chest, fingers digging into broad shoulders, teeth nipping, tongue pushing. Luke’s big hands closed around Grady’s arms as he accepted the fervent ministrations. After a moment he pulled away, breathing hard.

“You smell like pot,” he accused, a slight smile curling his lips.

Grady offered a broad, playful wink, gaze dipping down. Luke’s mouth was flushed and wet, and Grady wanted it, badly. “So?” he asked.

“Hm.” Luke pulled him close, arms closing like iron bands around his body. Grady panted against Luke’s neck, nuzzling and licking, humming quietly as Luke’s big warm palms rubbed circles on his back, dipping down to squeeze his ass.

He could feel Luke hard against his belly and reached down between them for a rough grope through their clothes. Luke growled low in his throat, and Grady felt his excitement build. He felt lightheaded, and needy.

Luke’s hands slipped past the waist of Grady’s jeans and landed cool on his cheeks. Strong fingers kneaded the warm flesh, and Grady rocked forward into the hard body pressed to him.

“Cliff and Berkley are out there,” he said, “making out.”

Luke seemed amused. “Oh?” he said, trailing a finger along Grady’s crease. Grady shivered.

“Yeah,” he said, and bit Luke’s chin. “So…” He reached inside the front of Luke’s pants, grasping the hot, stiff flesh. He lightly squeezed and stroked it, and rubbed his thumb around the damp tip. He watched Luke’s eyes, saw him go to that place.

Luke’s dark gaze turned hooded and animal. “So,” he echoed, roughly. He squeezed Grady’s left cheek hard and stinging, and pressed one blunt finger against his hole.

Grady hid his face in Luke’s neck, releasing a long, shaky moan. “Oh, shit,” he breathed. “So…” He paused, panting as Luke’s finger breached him. “Um. So. You should.” He stopped. Slowly, Luke pumped the tip of his finger in and out. “Um,” Grady said, mind blanking.

“So,” Luke continued for him, “You want to get fucked?”

“Um.” Grady squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He rubbed his face against Luke’s soft knit sweater. “Yes,” he said raggedly. “Yeah.”

Luke dipped his head down, and Grady felt warm lips brush his ear. “You sure about that?”

Grady rubbed his face some more.

“It’ll be hard,” Luke warned. “Can you handle that?”

Grady rocked his hips back and forth in a slow, agonizing hump. With Luke’s hands firmly set on his ass, it was all he could manage. “Yes,” he panted. “Please. Yes.”

Luke’s finger disappeared out of him, and Grady felt the loss.

Luke hushed him, and guided them down the hall. His hands squeezed Grady’s shoulders. “Don’t worry,” he growled, teeth nipping Grady’s ear. “I’ll stick it in you, fill you right up. That what you need, Grady?”

Grady peeled the shirts up over his head and dropped them to the floor. He wriggled out of his jeans and waited, shivering on the cool boards as Luke shut the door and locked it.

“Get on the bed,” Luke directed him. “On your back.”

Grady did as he was told and lay flat, staring up at the old ceiling. He heard a rustle of fabric and then the mattress dipped. He peered down the length of his body to find Luke settling between his legs. Grady’s prick lay stiff and swollen against his belly, and Luke reached for it. Grady jumped, and Luke’s dark eyes flicked up. A question.

“Cold,” Grady whispered.

The corner of Luke’s mouth quirked up. “Sorry.” He rubbed his hands together for a moment and reached for him again. Luke smoothed his palms over Grady’s thighs and leaned in, face pressing to Grady’s stomach, making the muscles jump. He licked and kissed and nibbled a trail down, nuzzling the dark thatch of crisp curls before taking Grady’s hot flesh into his mouth for a long, slow suck.

Grady’s hips began to climb up off the mattress, but Luke pressed him down, firmly.

“Stay,” he growled, and Grady didn’t have much choice in the matter. Luke fondled his balls while he licked and sucked, tugging gently, and then his mouth moved down, leaving Grady’s stiff length cool and wanting. He took Grady’s balls into his mouth and Grady writhed beneath him, going crazy with the wet heat massaging him. His own hands skimmed over his chest and belly, and he threaded his fingers through Luke’s short, soft hair, grasping and pulling.

Eventually Luke moved on. He ran his tongue up the length of Grady’s dick and then pushed his legs into in the air, leaving Grady open before him.

Grady held one knee up while Luke pinned the other, and gave a sharp yelp as Luke’s tongue swiped across his hole.

Luke laughed quietly. “Like that?” he asked, and Grady was struck by the low, rough quality of his voice.

“Yes,” he answered, shakily, feeling the color rise in his cheeks.

Luke did it again, and Grady moaned, loving the wet heat against his hole, but feeling dirty about it, and then getting excited all over again.

“You do,” Luke marveled, nibbling on one ass cheek. “You love it.”

Grady tucked his knee closer to his chest, spreading himself further. He pinched his nipples, hard, until it hurt and they were stiff and red.

“God, you’re a slut,” Luke said, and Grady had never heard those words from Luke before.

“What?” he asked, wanting to be clear. Wanting Luke to say that again.

Luke swirled his tongue around Grady’s hole once more, tickling at the tight ring of muscle. “You,” he said roughly, “are such,” lick, “a,” lick, “slut.”

Grady’s vision went hazy. The old wooden boards overhead seemed to shimmer and wave.

“Your slut, though,” he said, and his voice came so quiet he thought Luke might miss it. Then, the wet heat disappeared and Luke climbed over him, bringing their faces close.

“What did you say?”

Grady swallowed thickly. “Your slut,” he said.

Luke caught his mouth in a savage kiss, and Grady could taste himself. It was weird, but not bad. Luke hiked Grady’s legs around his waist, and ground their hips together. Luke tore his mouth away and buried his face in Grady’s neck. He bit down hard, and Grady cried out.

“That’s right,” Luke said, in his low, rough voice. “My slut. Gonna make you mine.”

Grady’s jaw went slack. Yes, he thought.

His hole was slick and ready, and only an instant passed between the moment he felt the head of Luke’s cock pressing against him, and the moment when it popped inside. Grady squeezed his thighs around Luke’s hips, and Luke sank deep inside him with a long groan.

“Fuck, yes,” he sighed. “Grady.”

Grady wriggled and panted and writhed. He reached down to grasp his own cock, but Luke grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them to bed.

“No you don’t,” he growled. “No touching.”

Oh, shit.

Grady had never seen Luke like this, never experienced this dark element in their couplings. It excited him. “Please,” he said.

“Oh, no,” Luke said, sliding his hips back before plunging deep once more. The action forced a surprised grunt out of Grady, and Luke did it again, and again, piercing him with the hot, unforgiving length of him. “Mine,” he growled, “You’re mine.”

Luke felt huge inside him, thick and long, and Grady felt gripped with that fever once more. “Yes,” he heard himself say, “Please, yes.” And then Luke seemed to rear up over him, rocking back and transferring both Grady‘s wrists to one hand. He pinned them against Grady’s chest, his fingers tight like steel. He lifted Grady’s hips high off the bed, and when he sank deep Luke hit some hot coil far inside him.

Grady’s back arched and his dick strained hot and leaking. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, seeing mini explosions behind his eyelids. “Oh shit.” Luke did it again, and again, nailing that spot over and over until Grady wanted to kick and cry out in frustration, and then he felt that tightening in his balls and liquid heat shot through his dick, and come spurted hot across his belly.

Luke’s face was dark, his eyes hooded and severe, and his lower lip was caught tightly between his teeth. His hips snapped and his hands clenched tightly around Grady’s wrists, and then Grady felt that shooting heat deep inside him. He watched Luke’s face, he loved watching Luke’s face.

They touched each other, after. Luke lay on his back, a slight curl pulling at the corners of his mouth, and hugged Grady to him. Grady stared down at his face, rubbing his chest, pressing little kisses now and again. He brought his lips close to Luke’s ear and said, “This isn’t so bad. Being here.”

Luke offered a vague hum in reply. After a moment he opened his eyes, chocolate brown meeting Grady’s careful slate gaze. “We can’t stay,” he said, and Grady’s mood died a little.

Grady tucked his head down into Luke’s shoulder, focusing on the faint tickle of fingertips creeping over his back and side. “Yeah,” he said with a small sigh. He shut his eyes. “Okay.”

a/n

A continuation of Crescent Sky + Blood Moon (paranormal). J