Valor on the Move

“You should try and rest.” Shane gently tried to pull his hand away, but Rafa held tight.

“No. We almost died. We still could tonight.” Screwing up his courage, Rafa let go of Shane’s hand and felt his way as he crawled over Shane’s lap, straddling his thighs. Rafa wasn’t much smaller, and his knees scraped on the rocky floor, but he didn’t care.

With a little groan and a puff of breath that brushed over Rafa’s cheek, Shane’s hands stroked up Rafa’s thighs, settling on his hips. In the pitch black, Rafa tentatively ran his hands over Shane’s shoulders, and up his neck to his face. His fingers rasped over the five o’clock shadow on Shane’s cheeks, and he explored gently, finding the groove where the bullet had grazed Shane’s head.

Shane inhaled sharply. Leaning in, Rafa pressed a kiss to his temple.

“We can’t do this.” Shane gripped Rafa’s hips. “Can’t. Shouldn’t.”

Rafa pressed their foreheads together, running his hands down Shane’s arms. “But you want to?” he whispered.

“Rafa…” His fingers dug in, and his breathing was loud in the darkness.

“You want me?”

“Yes.” It was barely more than an exhale, and Shane brushed their lips together. “I want you.”

To hear him say it sent heat and joy spiraling through Rafa. Rolling his hips slowly against Shane’s, he fumbled for the buttons on Shane’s shirt, desperate to feel skin. “How do you want me?”

Shane groaned again. “I shouldn’t…”

“I told you what I want.” Rafa spread open Shane’s shirt as far as he could with the holster. He flattened his palms over Shane’s chest. “Mmm, you are hairy.” He rubbed in circles, his fingers finding the nubs of Shane’s nipples and teasing. As much as he wanted to see Shane, somehow it was easier to be bold when they were invisible. “Everything I said in the bathroom was true. I tried not to want it, but since we met, I can’t stop myself.”

He rubbed his cheek against Shane’s in the blackness, their stubble scratching. His cock strained against his chinos, and he rolled his hips again, feeling Shane’s growing hardness. Rafa trembled all over, and he was going to shoot in his pants if he wasn’t careful. With his fingertips, he searched for the scar on Shane’s neck. When he thought he’d found the line of raised skin, he licked over it, making Shane shudder and inhale sharply.

Squeezing Rafa’s ass, Shane yanked his head up and kissed him, teasing his lips open, both of them laughing as they bumped noses in the dark. Laughing, and it felt so good and right.

They tilted their heads, and Shane deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Rafa’s mouth and exploring. Their little gasping breaths were loud in the cave, the wet, smacking sounds of their kiss turning Rafa on even more. He moaned, sparks shooting from his cock and balls and licking out over his whole body.

They kissed and kissed, and Rafa thought he could just kiss Shane forever and that would be enough. It would be everything. But then Shane worked Rafa’s shirt open, and his hands were rough and gentle on Rafa’s skin at the same time, and okay, maybe kissing wasn’t quite enough.

Rafa moaned as his dick strained. Shane stroked over his chest and back, teasing down his spine. Then he undid their belts and flies. Rafa lifted up as Shane pushed his chinos and briefs down his hips. Rafa cried out as a callused palm wrapped around his cock.

“Shh, shh. We have to be quiet.”

“Right. Could be…more kidnappers.” Didn’t want more bad guys finding them. Or the Secret Service hearing them have sex—oh my God, we’re having sex— or another rock slide starting. What if they can’t find us? What if we’re trapped in here forever? Rafa ruthlessly pushed those thoughts away. Damn it, he wanted to scream and shout, because another man was actually touching his cock. And not just any man—Shane. Biting his lip, he thrust blindly into Shane’s hand.

Shane gritted out, “Are you sure? If you want me to stop…”

Rafa moaned softly, searching for Shane’s mouth to kiss him again and muzzle any talk of stopping, because hell no. But Shane broke the kiss, one hand flat on Rafa’s chest, the other still holding his cock.

“I can’t see you. You have to tell me yes. I need to hear it.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop. Please.” Rafa gripped Shane’s shoulders. “Unless you don’t want…?” Was he doing it right? Shane had to be used to experienced guys, not over-eager virgins. “I know I’m not…I’ve never…”

Shane let go of his shaft, and Rafa’s heart sank. Then he had Rafa’s right hand, and he guided it to his own cock, which throbbed in Rafa’s grasp.

“Feel how hard you make me?”

Gasping, Rafa nodded before remembering Shane couldn’t see him. “Yes.” Aside from playing a jerk-off game once in Bobby Simpson’s basement in middle school, Rafa had never touched another cock. And Shane was every inch a man. Rafa touched it from the cut tip to the thick base, wishing he could see what it looked like. He ran his fingers into Shane’s thatch of hair before stroking him again.