Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

“Good.”

He swallowed hard. Jesus, they weren’t declaring their love for each other; why was he feeling so off balance? They were basically saying they cared for each other, which was entirely true. He did care for Tripp. He cared a lot about him. They were best friends. They were sleeping together, but that’s not why he cared about him. It was deeper than that.

He ordered another shot. He ended up having three shots, and then two more beers. He was feeling pretty damn good when they decided to head home. Tripp obviously drove. He let his hand rest on Jayme’s thigh during the ride. He liked it. He liked when Tripp was touchy feely. They couldn’t be that way at work, but outside of work; all bets were off.

He turned his head against the headrest of his seat, and looked over at Tripp as he drove. Now that he was drunk, he could admit that he had serious feelings for Tripp. Why could he only admit these things when he was drunk? Maybe because he was too much of a pussy when he was sober.

Tripp glanced at him, a soft smile playing across his sexy mouth. “What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Why you staring at me?”

“Cause you’re hot, and I’m dying to tear your clothes off?”

“Well, we’ll be home in five minutes.”

“Good. Cause I’m gonna fuck you so damn good.”

“Looking forward to it.” Tripp chuckled.

When they got home, Tripp headed right upstairs; and he followed closely behind. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but that was okay; he could still fuck Tripp into the mattress.

He followed Tripp into his room, where they both immediately started stripping out of their clothes. Once Tripp was naked, he climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees; his ass on full display for Jayme. His cock jumped in anticipation.

He grabbed the lube and a condom and tossed them on the bed next to Tripp’s knee. He then climbed onto the bed behind Tripp and leaned down to flick his tongue over Tripp’s hole. Tripp moaned. He continued licking, and flicking, and fucking Tripp with his tongue, until Tripp was begging for more.

He knelt behind Tripp, and grabbed the condom. Once it was on, he lubed up. He lined up with Tripp’s hole, and pushed forward. Tripp hissed, and dropped down to his forearms. He slowly worked his way inside Tripp’s tight hole. He moaned, and Tripp gasped when he was finally fully sheathed.

He started out slow, making sure Tripp felt every inch of him. His control eventually snapped, and he pounded hard into Tripp. Tripp cried out and reached down to jerk himself off. He had Tripp’s hips in a brutal grasp, pulling him back as he pushed forward.

“Tripp.” He warned. He was close, but he wanted Tripp to come as well.

“I’m close.” Tripp panted.

His rhythm faltered, as his orgasm washed over him. He shoved hard into Tripp, rocking slightly; but staying all the way in that tight ass as he came. Tripp shouted, and Jayme felt his hot hole convulse around his cock; as Tripp came too. Fuck, that was the sexiest thing ever.

He pulled in a deep sated breath and smoothed his hands up Tripp’s back. He bent down and kissed his partner between his shoulder blades. He slowly pulled out so they could both clean up.

Once they were all cleaned up, they climbed back into bed; and pulled the covers up. He sprawled out on his back, one arm tossed over his head. He sighed contently. Tripp rolled toward him and rested his head on Jayme’s shoulder. Tripp draped his arm across Jayme’s chest, and a leg over his hip. He turned his head, and kissed Tripp softly on the lips. No words were needed as they both drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER TEN

Tripp

TWO WEEKS later, Tripp unloaded his weapon down range. He and Will were there getting in some practice. Will was at the lane next to him, tearing up his target with the rifle he brought. Tripp changed out the magazines and unloaded the new one on his target.

Jayme had wanted to come, but had already promised his mom that he would help her re-paint her living room today. He smiled at the thought of his best friend covered in paint and bitching about it.

Tripp and Will stayed for another thirty minutes, before packing up their stuff and leaving. He called Jayme as they walked back to the truck. Jayme had made him promise to call when they were done, so that he could meet up with them for lunch.

“Hello?” Jayme answered.

“Hey, Buddy. We’re all finished up. Wanna meet us at the Austin Diner?” he said.

“Yesss.” Jayme hissed. “Anything to get me outta here. See you in fifteen minutes.”

He chuckled. “Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

He hung up, then got into the driver's side of his truck. “Jayme’s gonna meet us at the diner.”