Shifting Gears (Crossroads Series Book 2) (17 page)

“Is there a better way to go out?” Landon leaned back, palm flat against Rod’s stomach and pushed him down.

“Thank God. I don’t know how much longer I could have stood there.” He sat on the edge of the bed. Landon ignored what he said. He didn’t want to talk right now. He wanted Rod’s dick in his mouth. Wanted to savor him and pleasure him until Rod couldn’t take it anymore.

Landon rubbed his face between Rod’s legs. Felt his rough pubic hair chafe his skin. He smelled of soap from his shower, his skin tasted clean, but still that salty taste teased him.

Landon sucked Rod’s erection into his mouth, went down his length as far as he could go before pulling up again. He looked up at Rod. He had his eyes closed, head dropped back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He was fucking beautiful this way.

While his hand played with Rod’s balls, he sucked him again. Teased the head of his prick, licked at his slit, before just sucking his helmet with strong, greedy pulls. He felt that way, greedy for Rod. He wanted to devour him.

“Oh shit, I’m not going to last long.” Rod’s hand tightened in his hair. He wanted to taste Rod’s come. Wanted to drive him crazy until his orgasm crashed into him, but he also wasn’t ready to stop playing. Visions of the first time he’d seen Rod naked played in his head, the image of him on the bed with the dildo in his ass. He knew Rod liked anal play, and this had become about Rod. There was no doubt Landon would unload as well, but he felt a foreign need for this to be about this man.

“Lie down. Ass on the edge of the bed,” Landon said as he opened Rod’s bedside drawer. There were a few boxes of toys—his dildo, a plug, and some anal beads. They could play with those things later; right now Landon only wanted himself inside of Rod.

He heard Rod getting into position, as he’d told him. Landon grabbed the lube from his drawer. When he turned, Rod was there, legs spread and held open, his ass on display for Landon.

“We were in such a rush the first time, I didn’t get to spend enough time with your pretty hole.” He rubbed his finger over Rod’s pucker, watched it clench and then release again.

“Please…” Rod said softly, needy.

“Please what?” Landon asked, this time using his thumb rubbing circles on Rod’s hole. “Tell me what you need. Tell me what will make you feel good.”

“Whatever you want…just something.”

Landon pulled his hand back. Did Rod always sacrifice what he wanted for others? Was he always just willing to take what he could get instead of demanding what he needed? “Tell me what you want, what will make you feel good or I’ll stop now.”

It would kill him to stop. His balls ached. His cock leaked in his shorts, really fucking needing to get off. Rod turned his head, brows furrowed as he looked at Landon and it confirmed that this was the right thing to do. On some level, it was uncomfortable that he knew what Rod was feeling, that he wanted to do whatever he could to give the man what he needed, but it was there, and he couldn’t deny it.

Not in this moment. He shoved those scattered thoughts away for now.

“Tell me,” Landon said again.

“I want you to kiss me. Lay on me. I want your weight smothering me, your tongue in my mouth, and your fingers in my ass.”

Landon wanted that too.

He moved between Rod’s legs again when Rod said, “Take off your clothes first. I love your body. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Landon’s dick jerked. He put some pressure at the base of it, before getting rid of his shorts, then his shirt. He squirted some lube on his first two fingers and tossed the bottle to the bed. “I need to watch for just a second,” he said, rubbing his slick fingers against Rod’s pink asshole. Rod shuddered as Landon played with it, first softly and then with a little more pressure.

He pushed his first finger in, watched it disappear inside of Rod, as he fucked him with it. Rod moaned, pulled his legs farther back. “Can I have another finger? And your mouth. Can I have your mouth?”

Yeah, he really fucking could. Landon worked another finger in his tight channel, before leaning over, covering Rod’s mouth with his own. He fucked him—in and out, pushing those two fingers in deep, before taking them almost all the way out again.

Their mouths fused together. Their tongues tangled. Rod let out deep sounds that Landon swallowed.

He wrapped his legs around Landon, his heels digging into Landon’s ass.

Rod kissed him like he was fucking starving for it, and damned if Landon wasn’t just as ravenous for his taste.

He felt Rod squeeze his fingers and couldn’t wait to feel Rod’s hole sucking his dick the same way.

Rod’s arms went around him. He thrust, rubbing his dick against Landon as they made out.

Pre-come spilled from Landon, and he pulled back just enough to watch it drip onto Rod’s stomach.

“Oh fuck, that was sexy. I want your cock inside me now. Gimme your dick, Landon.”

He kissed Rod again, as he held on to his own erection so he didn’t come before he got inside him.

His dick was angry at him, wanting to fucking explode. Landon stood and grabbed a condom. He rolled it down his aching shaft as Rod said, “I’m going to lie on my stomach. I want you to do me from behind.”

A tremble rocked through Landon, trickled down his spine. “Whatever you want.”

Rod moved to the head of the bed, hands on the bars of the headboard, his tight ass ready and waiting for Landon. As he climbed on the bed, he ran a hand over Rod’s globes. “This ass of yours…so fuckable…so pretty.”
So mine,
whispered a quiet voice in his head that Landon ignored.

Rod wiggled it, looking back with a smirk on his face. “So fuck it then.”

Landon straddled him, angling his cock between Rod’s cheeks, pushing into his already lubed hole. He hissed as he slid inside, the sweet burn already starting in his balls. “Jesus, I forgot how tight you are on my dick.” Especially like this. He worked his way in as Rod looked over his shoulder at him. As though he could read Landon’s mind, Rod nodded and Landon slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt and the hot glove of Rod’s ass.

He lay down on him, wrapped his arm around Rod’s chest, his other hand covering Rod’s on the headboard.

And then he fucked.

Hard. He pulled back, before thrusting his hips again. Over and over, he pumped into Rod’s greedy hole. Each time he slammed forward, Rod grunted and begged for more. And Landon wanted to give it to him. He’d give him anything in this moment.

Their skin slapped together, their sweaty bodies making a smacking sound each time they met.

Rod pushed back against him. His teeth dug into Landon’s arm as Landon fucked him and the sting just added more to his pleasure. “Can you come like this? Do you need stimulation to your dick?” he asked as he kept plundering into Rod.

“Oh yeah…fuck yeah. Even if your dick wasn’t enough, my cock is rubbing against the bed. Harder,” he gasped the last word. “Give it to me harder.”

So Landon did. His jaw hurt it was so tense as he slammed into Rod with everything he had. Their loud breathing echoed through the room, blended together with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.

“Fuck….
fuck!
” Rod said before his asshole clenched around Landon’s dick. His teeth bit into Landon’s arm again, this time as he came, and it was enough to make Landon’s balls nearly pop. He exploded, coming in long spurts as his balls emptied. He damn near saw double, his vision blurred as Rod’s hole milked him fucking dry.

He didn’t move, just laid there, his weight against Rod as his dick softened. He knew he needed to get out of him, so he pulled free, taking the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the trash.

He had an unfamiliar fullness in his chest, his body sated in a way he wasn’t

sure he’d ever felt. He ran a hand down Rod’s back, watched Rod shudder…and realized that in this moment, coming wasn’t the only thing he wanted from him. He wanted to know more about who he was, his past, and what he hid in those eyes of his.

Jesus, he was so incredibly fucked.

“I need to get cleaned up.” Rod let the bullshit excuse roll off his tongue. Good sex was messy sex, so he sure as hell didn’t care about dried come and sweat on him. What he did need was to put some space between the two of them, to mentally work through what had happened, which he really shouldn’t need to do. They’d fucked. It wasn’t the first time they’d fucked. He was the one who’d pushed Landon about it only being sex and how it wouldn’t screw with their friendship, but now he needed space and to sort through his thoughts. There were too many red flags popping up and he didn’t like it.

“Okay,” Landon told him without moving from his spot on the bed, not even to look at him.

Rod rolled over, got out of the bed, thought about grabbing some underwear but then thought better of it. He wouldn’t have felt the need to cover himself up with anyone else, and this was just like every other time he’d been with someone. Sex. Fucking. Using each other to get off and that was that.

The bathroom door felt like it echoed when he closed it. He knew it hadn’t, and wasn’t sure why he was being so fucking strange about everything.

Jesus that had been intense, the way they’d kissed, and touched, and had sex. The way Landon almost felt like he was doing it for Rod, to give him something because he wanted to, and not just because it happened. Sure, Landon had said as much, but words and actions were two different things. People said things all the time, but this he’d
felt.

The second he thought those words he had to bite back a laugh at himself. He was reading too much into things, that much was obvious. He’d had to pressure the guy to fuck him at all. Maybe that really was the
how
of Landon doing it for him. But then, that hadn’t been what it felt like. Not at all, which meant Rod was feeling shit that wasn’t there. Landon spoke his feelings loud and clear from the beginning, and now here he was turning it into the very thing he told Landon he didn’t have to worry about.

Rod turned on the water, splashed some on his face and then looked in the mirror. “Get it together, Rodney. What the fuck is your problem?” he said softly.

Maybe it was talking about his dad that had screwed with his head. It didn’t usually bother him. It was what it was, and he couldn’t do anything to change it, the same way he couldn’t change who he was for his father. He’d gotten over the fact that he wasn’t enough for the man who raised him a long time ago.

He didn’t really need people anyway.

Rod turned the water off and dried his face. He was cracking up, thinking about things he didn’t need to think about, so he shut the door on all those things in his head, and opened the one that led back to his bedroom.

Landon laid in bed, his spent cock resting in a nest of dark hair between his legs. He had one of his legs bent, the other out straight, his head to the side so he looked at Rod, and damned if Rod’s pulse didn’t stumble. Christ the man was beautiful. He couldn’t believe he had him in his bed right now. “Think I could get you hard? I’d be willing to go another round if you are.”

Landon acted as though Rod hadn’t asked him a question, and just continued to look at him with those dark eyes that made Rod think things he shouldn’t. Landon looked at him as though he didn’t know who he was right now. He couldn’t have that. “Or you can use a toy on me. There’s more in the closet. I—”

“Shut up,” Landon cut him off.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a good mood after sex?”

“Who are you?” Landon asked, and the question made blood rush through Rod’s ears, and his head spin.

“I’m the guy you just fucked the hell out of. The guy who’s hoping you’ll do it again.” Rod sat on the bed, and then said, “So do you want to watch a movie or are you tired?”

“I want to know more about your past.” Landon’s voice was soft, coaxing.

Oh fuck. “Why? It’s the past for a reason. Why worry about it now?”

“I don’t know why.” Landon’s hand wrapped around his wrist, and Rod closed his eyes. Jesus, what was wrong with him? He wanted to spill his fucking guts to Landon like that would change anything. Like Landon really wanted to hear that. There was a tug on his wrist, and Rod went easily. He lay down beside Landon. He was such a sexy man—tanned, taut skin, dark hair, and firm muscle.

“I shouldn’t have said that stuff in the living room. I guess I’m still feeling a little too free from our ride today.”

“I asked.” Landon rubbed his thumb over the wrinkles Rod knew were in his forehead. He liked the feel of Landon’s hot skin. “Sometimes I feel like I know you. We’re friends. We spend enough time together, but sometimes I wonder if I know you at all.”

His gut churned, heavy and uncomfortable. “What you see is what you get. I don’t hide much.”

“I think you do and I’m conflicted on how I feel about it, if I’m being honest. There’s a part of me that wants to know it all, wonders if anyone really knows you, but there’s another part that thinks it’s better to get up and walk away now.”

The rolling in his stomach became harder, heavier. Walking away was never a problem. He’d done it; everyone he’d fucked had done it. That’s just what happened, but the thought of it happening now made him want to reach out, hold tight. “What are you going to do? It’s your call.”