
Worn with Pride Sean Michael Man, they had some shit.Rig pulled another box down from the top shelf in the closet, hunting an old pair of scrubs from back in nursing school. He seemed to remember them being perfect - not too big, not too small,not too itchy. Just right.If he could find them, then he'd be able to order more for his hospital rounds.He'd found a bunch of shit. Pictures. Newspapers. Medals. Some of Dick's old video games.
Some Gun and Ammo mags of Rock's. Lots of shit.He'd lost his shirt about a box and a half ago."Man, where are those fucking things..." These were recipes and shit from Momma. Nothing he needed, but nothing he wanted to toss either, shit.He climbed back on another box, hauled himself up again, using the closet rod for balance. Sure as shit, one of Rock's old dress uniform jackets came slip-sliding off its hanger, damn near knocking him over. Shit.Heavy.Damn.He almost fell, tugging the jacket on rather than let it fall to the floor. God knew it was probably like some esoteric Marine law.If the uniform touched the floor, the world would end and they'd cancel your pension.Or burn your house.He'd just grab this one box and then put the jacket back where it belonged."Shit, don't tell me it's spring cleaning time alrea..." The gruff voice faded and he turned to find Rock standing in the doorway. "You joining up?""Huh?" He turned, looking under one arm, hands around the box. "No. God, no. It was going to fall and I'd already climbed up here." Like they'd take his skinny ass.
"You should have called for help, you know." Rock growled a little. Overprotective asshole. "But I appreciate you not letting the jacket fall."Rock came up, wrapped those big hands around his waist and lifted him down from the box ontothe floor.
"God, you're still so fucking strong." He turned, smiling up into those amazing blue eyes.
Rock beamed at him, fingers staying where they were, warm and solid on his hips. "You know it.""I was looking for..." Something. He'd been looking for something, damned if he cared what that was right now. "Hey, Blue."
Rock chuckled, the sound rich and deep. "Hey." Rock's hand slid up along his chest, pushing the jacket off one shoulder. "Mmm. Careful. Don't let it fall." The inner lining was slick, cool, sort of sexy against his bare skin.
"No, never that." Rock winked at him, bending to bring their mouths together, tongue pushing into his mouth, invading.Oh.Hello.Hungry, beautiful fucking Marine.Former Marine.Retired Marine.Whatever.Rock's hands slid on his skin, warm and solid, familiar. Rock knew every single one of his hot spots and played them easily.
"Let me get your jacket off, Blue. I'll make it sweaty." It would smell like him. Not rich and good. Not like his Rocketman.Rock's mouth left his, tongue sliding down along his neck. "Oh, you know how I hate a sweaty man..." The chuckle tickled his skin, Rock's purr warm."Uh-huh... More." He could feel his stomach ripple, a familiar heat starting to build.
"Yeah, more." Rock groaned, mouth sliding on his skin, tongue licking and tasting him. Rock followed a path from his neck to his shoulder to his armpit, leaving a hot, wet trail."Mmm..." He shifted, legs spreading as he tried to make room for his cock. When his foot hit abox, he chuckled. "Rock. Blue. We're fucking in the closet."
"No," Rock told him, tongue and lips still working his skin, the words distracted. "Came out of the closet when we moved. 'Member?"
"Uh-huh. You leave marks now..." His throat worked, moan vibrating through him.Rock's head lifted, those blue eyes looking up into his own. "You like that, Rabbit? Like it when I leave signs on you that I've been here?" Before he could answer, Rock's mouth closed over his skin, just above his left nipple, sucking hard.
"Oh!" His head snapped back, hands finding Rock's shoulders and just hanging on. "Rock! Blue!"Rock growled, the sound vibrating his skin. Teeth scraped, Rock's lips and tongue like fire wherethey drew the blood up.
Oh, sweet fuck.Rig groaned, hips shifting, nipples going fucking tight.Rock's mouth let go, and he stood back, eyes hot. "Look at you, half naked and wearing my dress blues." Rock chuckled. "And in the fucking closet.""You... you're inspiring." He chuckled, slipped the jacket off and grabbed a hanger.Rock purred. "Now that's even sexier. Be even better like this..." Rock's fingers slid around the waistband of his jeans and then opened them. "Now there's a uniform I can get behind.""What's that? All slut, all the time?""Fuck, yes." Rock nodded, eyes hot, fingers sliding up his belly, headed for his nipple with the ring in it.He stretched, making Rock work for it, the little bit of flesh just tight as all fuck. Rock chuckled, blue eyes just dancing at him. His Rocketman knew just how sensitive his nipples were, knew that ring was cheating pure and simple. Never stopped Rock from taking the ring between his fingers though, or from tugging on it and twisting, or from leaning in to lick at the nipple while the big fingers played with the metal. Just like Rock was doing now.
"Oh, Christ. Look at you..." He groaned, eyes feeling like they were burning in his head.
Rock growled a little around his nipple and then let go. One big shoulder pressed against his stomach and Rock stood, hoisting him up like he was a bag of dog food."Time to get out of the closet and into bed.""Uh-huh... Careful of the boxes." He reached down, got himself a double handful of the finest ass on earth.
Rock chuckled, ass wiggling in his hands as they went from the spare room to their bedroom, Rock's muscles shifting beneath his body.He nuzzled in, breathed deep. "Smell good."Hot.His.Rig approved.Rock only grunted and bent, tossing him carefully on the bed. That blue gaze was like a touch, raking over him as Rock started getting naked. Rig watched, appreciated, hands sliding on hisbelly, down his thighs to spread them, knowing how his Blue loved to know how much heneeded.
"Get rid of the jeans," Rock growled, shucking off his own and his underwear with them. "Got plans for you that involve all the way naked."
"Pushy old man." Rig grinned and started wriggling, the tight jeans not wanting to come off.Rock's mouth was open on a comeback, but he didn't say anything, just stared as Rig worked on the jeans. That fat prick he loved so much was full and hard, curving toward Rock's belly and it just twitched, tip beginning to shine.
"So fucking fine." He got the jeans to his thighs, turned over to push them off further. Damn, this was easier standing up.It was also easier without Rock's hands on his ass, massaging and spreading his cheeks. Rock'sthumbs teased at his hole, warm and hard. "You, too," muttered Rock just before his mouthlanded on Rig's ass, lips closing around his skin.
"Oh..." He got distracted, moan just sliding from him. "Fuck, yes. Yes.""No one will see this one," muttered Rock, lips tightening and teeth biting just long enough to leave marks. Then Rock moved to bite his other ass cheek. "Except for the kid."
"Uh-huh. He'll fucking love it." It turned Dick on, so much. Fuck.
Rock left the second mark on his ass and then moved again, tongue landing on his hole this time, lapping at it as those hands spread him wide.Oh. Okay. Yeah. Rock won. Anything that beautiful fucker wanted. Rig dropped his head on his hands, moving into those hands, just feeling it. Rock didn't tease for long, gentle licks soon morphing into a quick tongue-fucking.
"Blue. Oh, sweet fuck. Yes. Yeah." He nodded, rocking, fucking himself on that hot tongue. One of Rock's hands let go to cup his balls, play with them a little before sliding up along his prick, squeezing the head.
Then that tongue was gone, Rock's hand lazy and slow on his cock. "Get the fucking lube, Rabbit."
"Uh-huh..." His hips just rocked, cock sliding on Rock's hand.Rock popped his ass when he didn't reach for it right away, but the hand around his prick kept moving, giving him what he wanted. "Today."
"Bossy." He stretched out, rippling as he found their stash, hidden under a couple of toys. Rig shook his head, chuckled. "Kid's been playing again.""Yeah, well you don't need to play, you've got the real thing right here." The blunt, hot head ofRock's cock slid along his crack, the big body leaning over his back. "I've got all the real thingyou could ever want."
"You know it." And he wanted. He always had.Always fucking would.Rock's hands tugged at his jeans, damned near ripping them in his attempt to get them off.
Finally they were both naked, skin-to-skin, both moaning and pressing together.
Rock pushed two fingers into him, slick with lube, and hot and sure as Rock's mouth worked the back of his neck. "Still so fucking tight. Still the best fucking lay ever.""Fucking made for you. Left Texas for your fine ass.""Thought you left Texas for my fine cock," Rock countered, two fingers becoming three, Rock knowing just how to push to hit his gland."Uh..." His head lifted, thighs parting a little. "There."
"I know."
Rock hit it again, and again, thick cock sliding against his thigh, leaving a damp trail behind. "Gonna fuck you until the sun goes down.""Promise?" God, he might fucking die before then, depending on what time it was."You know it."Rock's fingers slid away and those big hands turned him, those blue eyes smiling down at him, heated and full of all the things Rock never said, but Rig knew in his heart."Good." Rig shifted and spread, knowing just where Rock fucking wanted him.Rock was growling, the sound low and deep, just vibrating in the big chest. "Yeah, just like fucking that."And just like fucking that Rock's cock pushed into him, hot and hard and so fucking good."Mmhmm..." Rig's hands slid up Rock's arms, feeling every muscle, every bit of strength.Rock nodded and started to move, cock sliding into him with slow, sure strokes that he could feel down to his toes.He met those blue eyes, so bright, so sure, even after years of this."Gonna do this until the end of fucking time," Rock told him."Fuck, yes." He nodded, that promise all he needed. All he'd ever wanted.Rock shifted every few strokes until he found exactly where he needed to be, cock pegging Rig's gland with every thrust. One knee wrapped around Rock's hip, both of them moving, shifting, sliding together in a rhythm old as anything. A low moan sounded, not as deep as Rock's and it was followed by a sound that was pure porn, Dick in the doorway, eyes fixed on them, tongue licking his lips.
"Mmm... Pretty." He smiled, their lover looking like a wet dream in sweats and a muscle shirt.
Dick came in, came over, hand pushed into his sweats. "I don't know whether to keep watching or join in..."Rock snorted. "You're a doer, kid.""Mmhmm." He licked his lips, eyes dragging over the wide, muscled body. "Come play with us."
Dick made a soft noise that was sweet and wanting and then he stripped. "Yeah. Watching is for guys who don't have two hot studs to fuck.""We're still studs? Are you sure?" His words trailed off as Rock hit his gland again, the fireworksjust exploding.
"I'm pretty fucking sure." Dick's voice was husky and that pretty, long prick curved up toward Dick's belly."Can I have your mouth?" Dick asked, climbing onto the bed."Have I ever turned you down?"Dick tilted his head, the little shit looking like he was seriously considering the question.Rock laughed and swatted Dick's ass. "You're bucking for a first time, kid."Dick gave him a wink and leaned in to kiss him, mouth soft and warm.
Oh. Sweet.Rig hummed, focusing on the kiss, pouring himself into it, heart and soul. Dick fed him sound after sound, those sweet porno noises filling him up. Rock's rhythm never faltered, that cock just nailing his gland and making him feel like the center of the universe. He groaned, sucking Dick's tongue in time, heat running along all his nerves.
Dick whimpered into his mouth, body pressing against his side, cock hard and hot against his hip. So good. He nodded, rubbing against that sweet fucking heat. Needing. The kiss went on and on, just like the fucking, his marines shutting everything out but the three of them.
It was Dick who broke away, groaning. "Gonna come soon.""Easy," accused Rock.Dick just nodded, looking happy and horny."Ours." Rig winked, rubbed his nose against Dick's."Fuck yeah." Rock nodded, voice gruff.Dick straddled his chest, cutting off his view of Rock, but sliding the long, hard prick along his lips.Rig opened, groaned low, tongue begging for that prick.
Dick whimpered. "So sexy, Rig. Fuck." Dick slowly fed him that long prick, the tip dripping with pre-come.
Oh. Yes. He moaned, head bobbing, pulling the flavor of Dick into him.Dick reached for the wall, using it to brace himself. And then Dick started moving, eyes watching him, sounds filling the room as that long prick pushed against his throat. He wrapped his hands around Dick's hips, holding on, clinging.
"A little faster, Dick." Rock guided his Pretty and soon the two of them were in sync, fucking his mouth and his ass together. Rock's groans and Dick's sweet sounds filled the air, the scent of them strong.
Moans and whimpers pushed out around Dick's cock, his legs going tight, muscles aching."Faster," growled Rock again. "Soon."The pace sped, Rock's cock just ramming into him, Dick dancing over his mouth. He shifted, wishing like fuck he could reach his cock, give it a tug. Rock's chuckle was deep, barely more than a growling sound. The bastard knew. A moment later Rock proved that, big hand wrapping around his cock, working it exactly how he liked it.
His cry, muffled as it was, was sharp and needy, echoing as his body squeezed."Fuck!" Rock's thrusts grew jerky, but it was Dick who came first, spunk pouring down his throat. Rig shot as he swallowed, just caught up in it, in his men. Rock roared, filling him in longpulses.They all just panted, slumped to the mattress. "Damn."His marines curled up on either side of him, sandwiching him between them. Dick made a happy noise, hand petting his stomach."Mmm... Good." Rig hummed and cuddled, feeling right as rain."Better than the closet," muttered Rock, hand heavy on his hip.Dick chuckled. "The closet?""Mmhmm. I was looking for my old scrubs.""You weren't wearing scrubs when I found you," Rock noted."You were both naked when I found you," Dick countered.
"I was wearing jeans when you found me." Rig grinned, remembering that dark old bar. "And a T-shirt.""T-shirt? That was my dress jacket you had on." Rock's eyes smiled at him though, his Blueknew where his mind was.
"Dress jacket?" Dick leaned up on his elbow, looking at them.
He grinned, nodded. "I couldn't let it fall on the floor."
Rock chuckled and winked. "Sky would have fallen if he had."
Dick just laughed and cuddled closer. "You look hot in it?"
"Shit, no. I looked like an old skinny redneck wearing a stud's clothes."
"Rig doesn't need clothes to look good," Rock muttered.
Dick grinned and gave him a quick kiss. "Rock's right. You look pretty fucking hot naked."
"Yeah?" He smiled and blushed, just loving it.
Rock snorted. "No, we're just making it up to get into your pants."
He started laughing, tickled down deep. "Asshole. I'm butt-ass naked."
Dick giggled and Rock grinned, looking pleased as punch with himself. "That's my point."
"Y'all..." He leaned forward, gave Rock a kiss. "You want to go into town for supper? Maybe have a few beers? Or order something decadent in?"
Rock looked over at Dick who grinned and nodded. "We'll stay in. You can even choose what we order -- long as there's something chocolate for dessert."
"Mmm. Pizza, beer, chocolate cheesecake. I'm there."
Dick laughed. "That's decadent?"
"It is if we eat it in bed," noted Rock, fingers tugging at his nipple ring.
"Uh...uh-huh." Damn. Yum. "And if we get deep dish with extra meat and cheese."
"Oh-ho, someone's bucking for round two," Dick crowed.
"He's gonna get it, too," murmured Rock, grinning at him. "Of course," Rock tugged the nipple ring again, "you had me at chocolate cheesecake."
"Yeah. I've had you all along, Rocketman." God, he was a lucky son of a bitch.Rock laughed. "You saying you had me at hello?""Oh, I bet he had you before hello.""I had you at 'hey, marine'." He was way too southern for hello."Nah, the kid's right. You had me the minute I saw this ass." Rock's hand slid beneath him, grabbing his buttcheek."Thank God for small favors.""For big ones, too." Rock rubbed against him.Dick cackled. "You called him small!"Rock batted at Dick, his Pretty ducking the swat."Oooh! Naked stud wrestling! Where's the vegetable oil?"His marines shared a look again, just for a second and then they turned on him, Dick going low, Rock taking high.He might have - might have - made a tiny squeak, scrambling to either get away or get more.Either way worked.Either way found him caught between his marines.He'd wear them with pride.

