Safe in His Arms (13 page)

Bruce was scrunching his toes into the carpet on TV when Casey brushed his hand over that cock. He petted it and tried to hold it, but Lon brushed him away.

“No. Just watch the movie.”

Peeved, Casey tried to focus on the screen again, but he kept getting distracted. The size of Lon’s muscled thighs was ginormous. Casey wondered how he found clothes to fit him. Those muscles had taken years to grow, he was sure. Even relaxed on the couch, the muscles were distinctly defined in their splendor. Lon’s feet were large too. Casey gazed up the long length of his calves, over those gorgeous thighs, and focused once again on cock.

Oh, yeah. That was one of his best features. Springing from a nest of black pubic hair, its veins still visible, that piece of flesh was like a monster waiting to be awakened. With a slim finger, Casey traced the visible vein from the tip of Lon’s penis to the base, where it disappeared under his hair. Lon grunted but simply took a drink from his can and continued to watch Bruce kill some bad guys. Casey wondered if there was another vein on the underside of Lon’s cock, so he gently flipped it up so he could look.

Once again Lon pushed him away and shifted his penis to the side, away from Casey’s wandering hands. “No. Watch the movie.”

Casey wove his fingers into the hair on Lon’s stomach and continued to stare at his now favorite toy. He wondered if Lon would allow him to measure it—simply for bragging rights, of course. What would it be like to have a dick that big? What would it be like to have the right to suck and touch a dick that big whenever he wanted?

Feeling his own arousal starting, Casey squirmed slightly on Lon and tried to look at the TV. His gaze drew back to Lon—this time to his scrotum below. Did Lon like yanking on those balls? What about that sensitive bit of flesh hidden behind them? Before he knew it, his hand was gently gliding over that wrinkled skin.

“Mate. You just don’t give up, do you?”

“What?” Casey asked, confused. Without taking his eyes off the treasure in front of him, he slipped a finger between Lon’s thigh and sack so he could jiggle that bit of flesh.

He felt Lon sigh but ignored him and folded himself in half until his head was resting on Lon’s stomach. The view from this close was better. Lon’s cock was still pointed away from him, so he reached over and brought it up for a quick kiss on its head before laying it down on Lon’s stomach in its flaccid state. This angle allowed him to check out the slit, and with curious fingers, Casey traced over this bit of flesh with his fingernail. The skin was loose in its unaroused condition, and he could press lightly on the head and make the slit gape. It was cute.

He bent forward and pressed another kiss to Lon’s cock. Just a little hello-I-like-you kiss before he put his head back on Lon’s stomach. He continued to stroke the length with gentle fingers, and his eyes widened as the sleeping snake raised its head. The flesh lengthened, swelling slightly before it moved off Lon’s stomach as if by magic. Casey smiled with joy. Obviously it wasn’t magic, but it was magical to watch.

Lon speared his fingers into Casey’s hair and grumbled, “Why did you do that? I just wanted to watch a little
Die Hard
.”

Chuckling, Casey reached out and pulled Lon’s cock to his lips. “How about Sigh Hard instead?”

Bruce was bleeding, but neither man gave him a glance. Casey was in seventh heaven, sucking cock and moaning loudly, when Lon pushed his briefs off and gave him a hand. It didn’t take Casey long at all before he was groaning around thick cock and coming in Lon’s palm. Lon gave him ten minutes to recover before he started him going again and made him climax twice within a thirty-minute session. It was rather embarrassing how easy he was.

Lon was a bit more reserved, finally coming as Bruce threw Hans Gruber off the building.

Exhausted and sated, Casey didn’t protest or even open his eyes when Lon picked him up and put him to bed.

“What time do you need to be up, love?” Lon asked.

“Six.”

“Okay. I’ll set my alarm. You did good tonight. Now go to sleep, and I’ll be here in the morning.”

“Mmm. Lon?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna be here with me, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean, Case?”

“You’re not gonna leave me in bed alone?”

Casey felt a kiss on his temple. “No, love. I’m coming to cuddle you in two minutes. I promise.”

“Good.”

C
ASEY
TRUDGED
up the access road from the bus stop to Lon’s van, every single muscle in his body aching. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. His back hurt. Heck, he thought that even his pancreas and appendix hurt. He had dirt under his fingernails and in every pore of his body. His shirt hung damply to his torso from the sweat, and he was sure he smelled completely ripe.

There was only one thought in his head—get to Lon. If he could make it to Lon’s place, then Lon would make it all better.

He wobbled a bit in his path as he wearily placed one foot in front of the other. The backpack on his shoulders seemed full of bricks. He couldn’t even be bothered swatting at the fly that was buzzing around his nose, obviously checking out the extremely tasty, dirt-laced snot it could smell.

Finally he turned the last corner and made his way toward Lon’s annex door. He focused on the army green canvas and tried to walk a straight line. Stopping took more strength than he’d realized, and he nearly tumbled into the wall before he managed to drop the backpack and regain his balance. He blinked tiredly at the zipper enclosure of the annex. Some sadistic twat had closed it all the way to the bottom and that meant he had to bend over to open it. The ground seemed a long way down, and he didn’t know if he could make it back up, so he peeled his swollen tongue from the roof of his mouth and whispered, “Lon?”

It was a small sound, but Lon heard him, and Casey perceived movement inside. Too tired to even blink, he stared at the zipper. Sure enough, as if magic, the small metal tab began to rise upward, parting the material separating him from comfort and safety.

Brown eyes peered through the gap and two seconds later the flap was open. That meant he should be moving his feet and entering, Casey reminded himself. Unfortunately his shoes had become magnetized to the earth and were impossible to move.

“Casey? You okay?”

Shaking his head would require two movements—one to the left and one to the right, in whichever order he preferred—but that was one too many. His head jerked to the left and nearly toppled him. He was sure that was a chuckle from Lon, and if the bastard was laughing at him, then Casey would have to get revenge.

Maybe tomorrow.

Or the next day.

Because he was way too freakin’ tired now.

Like a dream he was moving effortlessly inside the annex, but then he realized that Lon had picked him up and was carrying him to the chair. He flopped forward and face-planted the table with a bang that added to the soreness in his body. He closed his eyes and slept immediately, only to be woken when Lon shoved a glass of orange liquid under his nose.

“It’s Berocca. Come on, love. Drink up. And then I’ll take you to the showers, and you can get all clean.”

It sounded like too much effort, but Lon was pouring the drink down his parched throat. The liquid hit his stomach and threatened to come straight back up before he held his breath and forced it down again. He had to admit he felt better afterward.

Lon disappeared into the van and Casey heard drawers opening before he emerged with a towel slung over his shoulder and a large black bag. He saw Casey struggling to keep his head from lolling to the side and smiled tenderly at him. Casey registered all types of funny feelings he hadn’t experienced before.

With quiet words Lon urged him to his feet again and supported half his weight as they traversed the narrow road outside and entered the shower block. An older man was brushing his teeth at the sink, and Casey vaguely heard Lon greet him by name and hold a quick conversation with him. The room was steamy from other showers currently running, and the din made conversation a bit of a shout, so Casey closed his eyes and decided to have nap then and there.

“Come on, Casey-love. No sleeping yet.”

The door in front of him mysteriously opened and Lon ushered him into the shower cubicle and placed him on the bench. Lon knelt in front of him, took his shoes off, and neatly tucked them under the bench out of the way. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before he faced him.

“There you go. Jump in the shower and relax, Case. Here’s a towel for you and a pair of shorts to put on afterward. I’ve put soap and a scrubbing brush inside there for you. All you have to do is take your clothes off. Now go on, and I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes, okay?”

It was too much information to take in. Casey blinked at the first instruction—
jump in the shower
. He estimated the fall of water was at least four steps away and that was three and a half too many. He barely registered the door closing as he slumped, not moving.

He had been excited and full of energy this morning as he turned up to his first job. The other staff at the nursery seemed really nice and were glad to have an extra hand. However, his boss, a short, middle-aged man of Mediterranean descent who they all called Ross-the-boss, was a little abrupt and barked out a lot of orders before stomping to the corner. A slim young woman in cut-off jeans with impossibly black hair came over and introduced herself as Natasha. She rolled her eyes where the boss couldn’t see and whispered confidingly, “Don’t worry about him. He snarls and yells, but you just need to get used to it. Just hold your tongue until he’s had a chance to get his hands in the soil and you’ll be fine.”

Natasha had taken him under her wing and shown him the ropes. He lifted pots and moved trees around as she directed, shoveled soil until he had blisters, swept dirt off the pathways, and then finally learned how to pot some seedlings. The work was physical in a way that Casey had never experienced before. He didn’t know if he could hack it.

“Why aren’t you in the shower?”

Casey startled as Lon’s deep voice yanked him from his thoughts. Lon had poked his head back in the cubicle to check on him and found he hadn’t even moved. Casey grimaced as Lon sighed loudly and then snuck into the small room with him.

“Jeez, mate. What the hell did they do to you today? Here. Lift your arms up. Great. Now can you stand up?”

With gentle hands Lon undressed him and pushed him toward the steaming shower. He flinched as the first droplets of hot water hit his arm, then groaned in ecstasy as his muscles relaxed in the heat. He heard Lon chuckle behind him but decided it could wait. He would find out later what the big man was laughing at.

Casey dunked his head under the water and felt the dirt begin to loosen on his skin. Suddenly there were hands on his shoulders and Casey jerked around to see a naked Lon step into the showering area with him.

“Here. I have some shampoo. Put your head under, and I’ll squeeze some on your hair.” Too surprised to do anything else, Casey obeyed, and soon Lon was massaging the shampoo into his hair and working up a nice lather. It was heaven. He stood still, and allowed Lon to wash him clean, first his hair, then his body. Those large hands cleaned everywhere. Especially his cock and balls. Casey’s penis liked the attention to that area. Lon chuckled deep in his throat and applied more soap.

“I thought you were tired, Casey-love, but it appears that even on the edge of sleep, you’re a horny guy. Do you want me to take care of this? After all, we wouldn’t want you to poke anyone’s eye out with this thing.”

Casey was unable to reply, so he leaned back into Lon’s solid body and allowed him to do as he pleased. And his big, capable hands were extremely skillful. With one hand on his sack applying light pressure, and one hand on his dick providing rough friction despite the soap, Casey was on the edge within a minute. The added sensations of Lon’s large cock riding the cleft between his buttocks and Lon’s gifted tongue making forays along his throat meant that he was shooting for the stars in no time at all.

“Good boy. Now rinse off and we can get you some dinner. Then straight to bed.”

Casey frowned at that and spoke to Lon for the first time. “I’m not a kid. You don’t need to be condescending to me.”

“What?”

Lon looked genuinely confused, so Casey expanded. “You said ‘good boy’ as if I were a toddler and needed someone to look after me. I’m an adult, and you don’t need to treat me like a kid.”

A look of exasperation passed over Lon’s features, and he stepped into the shower fall once again, this time cupping Casey’s jaw and feathering light kisses over his face. “Believe me, Casey, I know you’re not a boy. You’re all man, or else I wouldn’t be doing this.”

This
turned out to be a gentle fondle of Casey’s flaccid cock. The poor thing rolled over and told Casey that there was no way on this green earth that he was getting hard again in the next eight hours. Lon then ran his hand around the back and cupped Casey’s butt, saying, “I know you’re a man, which is why I checked the first time you ever touched me. I’m not into the barely legal stuff. I like men because I’m gay. I don’t do boys. If you were even two years younger, I’d think twice about doing this with you. Maybe a quick fuck, but nothing more.”

Oops.
That was something Casey would need to talk to him about. And soon.

“I’m sorry if I called you a boy, but it was just an endearment, like calling you baby or sugar. It slipped out. I’m not looking to be your daddy, Casey. You’re your own self and you make the decisions that suit you. You can say ‘no’ or ‘fuck you’ or even ‘fuck me’ anytime you like. I’m just being a nice buddy tonight and helping you out. That’s what buddies do. Some mates are closer than others, and I’ve put you in the close-mate category, which means when you’re fucked after your first day at work, I’m happy to give you a little hand job to help you out. Now just remember you owe me one. When I come back from the mines, I’ll need help from you.”