Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special 3)

“You do satisfy me. You have no idea. The things you let me do to you make me feel so fuckin’ good. And trust me. I have no problem voicing what I want. I do want you, Ruxs. I have for a long time. But there’s no rush. I have some plans for us tonight, but we’re going to take things slow. I want you completely comfortable with whatever we do. And I promise. It’s going to be satisfying for both of us.”

Ruxs reached up, tangling his hands in Green’s messy hair and pulled him back down to his mouth. The small grunt he made was swallowed hungrily. “You’re so gorgeous,” Ruxs said in between kisses. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy.”

Green rutted against him, squeezing his shoulders, his biceps, while sucking up more passion marks on his neck. His tongue flicked at his stubble on his jaw as Green worked his way back up to his mouth. “Sexy fucker.” Green groaned, devouring his mouth.

Ruxs tried to still Green’s powerful hips. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

“Hey, you guys still gonna watch the game? The first inning is almost over,” Curtis yelled from just outside the door. “Pizza should be here soon, too.”

“Damn. Talk about timing,” Ruxs muttered.

“Alright. We’re coming out,” Green yelled back, already up and straitening his clothes.

Green placed a chaste kiss on Ruxs’ lips, chuckling at the look of misery on his face. “It’ll be that much sweeter, baby.”

“I want you now.” Ruxs pulled at the hem of Green’s

“You’ll have me… be patient.”

This Is So Good

Green high-fived Curtis as he jumped up and down. Johnson was sliding into home plate, putting the Braves two runs ahead of the Cardinals. Ruxs pumped his fist. “That’s it baby. We’re contenders this season. Going all the way!”

“Damn straight,” Curtis yelled.

“Hey, language,” Ruxs admonished.

While Curtis laughed his way into the kitchen, Ruxs turned to him. “Are we going to tell him?”

Green took a long swig of his beer, still staring at the television. “Tell him what?”

“You know,” Ruxs said in a hushed voice.

Green shrugged. “It’s not a secret and this isn’t temporary, right?” He looked at Ruxs for confirmation. Ruxs gave him an incredulous look.

Green put his hands up. “Okay, okay. Then yeah, we should tell him.”

“When?”

“Why, babe? You want to tell him right now?” Green smirked. “You want to rent a plane and write it in the sky, yell it from the Georgia Pacific Tower.”

Ruxs flipped him off, turning back to the television. “Alright, smart ass. We’ll see who’s the one yelling later.”

Green choked on his beer. His cock liked the sound of that threat. Damn, Curtis needed to go to bed now. Green bit his bottom lip, and pressed down on the bulge in his pants. Ruxs eyes were trained on that action. He saw the heat and yearning filling those soft eyes. Ruxs licked his lips, like he wanted a taste, something stretching those plump lips. Damn, baby.

Curtis came back into the room and plopped down on the couch with more chips and salsa. “You staying the night, buddy?” Green asked.

“Probably. We got finals the rest of this week, but I got As in those classes so I don’t have to take the finals.” Curtis patted himself on the back.

“That a boy. Make some things in your life easy if you can. So you got three days off?” Green thought for a second. “Actually, you got a five-day weekend, huh?”

“Heck yeah!” Curtis whooped. “So I can stay up. We can play some video games or a board game. Whatever.”

Ruxs’ eyes widened and Green had to cover his laugh with a cough. If Ruxs was half as horny as him, he understood the horror of getting stuck playing games, using up a lot of their night hours.

“You may not have to get up early, but we have some business to take care of for work. So we’ll probably turn in soon, okay.” Green fibbed a little. Well, more like withheld some info. They did have work to do, but it wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon. He just needed to get Ruxs upstairs soon before they both exploded.

“No problem. Can I go over Shane’s then?” Curtis said, already standing up.

Green saw Ruxs look at his watch. “It’s almost nine.”

“I know. I’ll be home by eleven,” Curtis pleaded.

“That’s right, you’re not eighteen yet. Curfew is at eleven, not eleven-oh-one, not eleven-oh-five… eleven. And come back here, don’t go home that late,” Ruxs added. Green always kinda took a back seat when it came to enforcing the rules with Curtis. He was a softy and he knew it. That’s why what they had worked perfectly. “For every minute you’re late, that’s a day I have your keys.”

Curtis gave a quick “yes sir” and scurried to grab his jacket and keys. He was out the door in seconds, leaving Green and Ruxs alone… finally.