Who: Caellum and Chetan What: Having Fun (Part 1) Where: The Desert When: Backdated to early Feb before the switch Rating/Warning: Sex, language, mild drug references Status: Complete
Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine I'll try not to make you cry And if you'd get inside my head, then you'd understand Then you'd understand me Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love
Chay had the pack on the back of his dirt bike loaded with desert essentials: water, strawberry jam, a loaf of fresh baked /kroger bought/ bread, granola bars, pretzels, and a loose 12 pack of Guinness Stout. The drive out the freeway toward Overland was common freeway enough and filled with the normal desert scenes of, but when the sign pointed off the road and out a backcountry road that seemed to go on forever, and to nowhere that Chay found himself wondering if he had missed a turn somewhere [even though the road did call itself Valley of Fire] Just as he debated on turning around he came to the entrance of the park. If entrance it was considered. A drop money box and a tag to put on your windshield [or in your backpack - he supposed] on the bike. Well they had said that they would meet at the entrance. He dropped the stand on the bike and popped one of the beers. Water could wait since he planned on doing no small amount of walking while he was in there too.
He hadn’t drank more than a couple throat wetting sips before he heard the sounds of another bike on the Valley of Fire road and leaned against the side of his bike.. The picture of the guitarist he had secretly watched the other night night firmly fastened in his head,
Cael hadn’t even been out to ride in a few months which seemed like a criminal offense in itself. When he had arrived in Las Vegas two years ago, he and his bandmates spent a lot of time in the desert riding, and playing. It was also winter, but that was not much of an excuse. He rode the bike he had convinced his bass player to let him borrow, taking it easy on the streets until he hit the highway. He loved the feeling of riding. It was even better when he was in the sand, jumping over dunes, having fun. He needed this badly.
He was also excited about having someone to spend some time with. He had enjoyed Chay’s company. He didn’t want to think a lot about their differences. Chay was smart, held more than one degree, and Cael had graduated high school, and then took up the school of life. He honestly would have been a terrible student at a higher level. He was easily swayed by his guitar, clubs, and activities. Books had never come naturally to the picture of attention deficits.
In spite of the differences, Cael had his own charm. He was a musician, and he was cute, in his very unconventional way. He was going to leave the bad habits at the door for now and just have fun. There was no harm in that - none at all. So he rode to the entrance, pulling off the helmet when he got there, fingers running through blond hair that seemed to go wherever it wanted. Sunglasses covered his eyes as they always did, but the smile was ever present.
“Hi,” he said easily. He had traveled lightly, not sure what to bring with him. Instead, he had brought himself, complete with his black leather jacket, jeans, a pack of Marlboros, and a guitar strapped in a soft case on his back.
“Hey. ...Wow am I glad you brought your guitar, I heard you playing the other night at the Wynn. You sounded great, but you were blocked by some of the sounds of the casino. I hadn’t heard just an acoustic since I saw Jack Gladstone playing up at Glacier. And. Whew. That must have been 4 or 5 years back. This way there is nothing but the song of wind as your competition.” Chay grinned and hand tossed over a second can of Guinness. “Are you up to the challenge? Mother Earth can put up a fight when it comes to symphonies.”
Chay decided that he liked that smile on Cael’s face, playful, artistic, all those things that would make a fangirl faint in the aisle, it was a wonder that the other man had been able to find time to get out of the city. “I almost didn’t think you would make it. - - Actually I didn’t think ‘I’ would make it either. That road was so long that I thought I missed a turn off somewhere, good thing it was twisty, those are the best kind to ride on. Nearly gave up until I saw the sign that said that the entrance was ‘only’ a mile more up the road. Would have run over you on the way back. It’s not very often that I get the bike out just for the joy of pure riding, so this will be great! “ It was spoken around sips of beers and glances at the blond Cael, through a veil of black hair. He crushed the can into a smaller ball of metal that he tossed it into the trashcan and pushed their envelope paying the entrance fee in the box along side of it.
“Course I did,” he said, cocking his head to the side, patting the guitar over his shoulder. “We used to come out here, light a fire, play, drink. There is no finer way to spend a summer. We also didn’t really have a studio to practice in so that might have had just a little to do with it.” He rolled his eyes playfully. The sun brought out the gold in his hair, which could have been a halo, although he was far from angelic.
“Let’s ditch the packs somewhere. One thing I can’t do is break a guitar, even on stage.” He hooked the helmet to the back. “You don’t have to worry about me not showing up. Unless I am in the hospital, I’m so there, even if I might have taken a wrong turn or two. Our usual spot of choice was always just random. We drove and then we stopped.” He enjoyed the randomness of not knowing what was going to happen. Planning other than meeting times was a particular challenge, but he liked the feeling of being wild and crazy, and the unpredictability of life. Chay, himself, had been a surprise, definitely not unwanted.
“I am up for anything.” There was no truer statement.
“So you have been out here before? It’s been a few years but I still remember some of the features. It was while I was doing my internship and we were studying some of the petroglyphs which I want to get a few pix of while I can and see how they compare with the Anasazi of Arizona, now that I have seen some of those.” While he talked he pulled his thick black hair back and began tying it back with multitudes of small rubber bands to keep it from getting in his face while they rode, since it wasn’t quite long enough to braid yet, but too long to keep it from interfering with his vision and taste buds.
“Variety is the spice of life, Cael. There are some caves as we first enter in according to the map that we could stash the packs in, then no one will mess with them while we ride on some of the off-the-beaten trail places. At least, it will keep things dry and the beer a bit cooler. Good thing about buying European brews, they were easy drinking even warm, I think I want to toss my helmet in there too.” He pulled a pair of shades from his pack and put them on to protect his eyes from the sand that they were going to be kickin’ up. He rocked the bike off the stand and gave a broad grin at the other man. This was going to be so cool! The sun off some of the canyon walls and the reds were sure to be glowing in the mid mornings light. He gunned the gas on the bike and with a cloud of sand and dirt being raised by the back tire spun the bike around and sped through the entrance of the canyon’s opening.
Cael took a rubber band off of his wrist, sweeping it through his hair, tying it back. He still had blond strands hanging down, but that look worked for him. His eyes stayed on Chay. He was a nice looking man, very much so. He had no idea what kind of things he was talking about, symbols perhaps. He wouldn’t mind seeing those. His own education didn’t come from books, but from life. Life interested him. “I will always vote for variety,” he admitted, with that same grin. His mother had told him that he simply couldn’t exist off that smile alone, but it did rather well.
“I don’t really know if I’ve been to this exact spot. There’s a lot of desert out here.” He sat back down on the bike, ready to kick up some dirt. His glasses dropped over his eyes, looking around through shaded lenses. It really was beautiful out here. The desert had a lot more to it than just sand. “I should tell you, I’m really damn good on a bike.” The engine roared to life, and he hit the throttle following along to the cave, keeping up well.
Chay lead them down one of the desert trails that ran along the curve of the eastern facing canyon walls his eyes half way peeled for the sign of a smaller [and not so noticeable to other hiking tourist types in the area.] one. At last he spotted one that looked like it would shelter their stuff from at least three sides of wind. Cutting the bike sharply to the left he drove until he reached the less marked trail that seemed to lead up the canyon wall toward the cave cut his bikes engine, and pointed upwards. “We need to climb up there a little bit to put our stuff out of the dust. Hope you are up for it Cael.”
With a twist of a smile he swiped his sleeve across his face smearing and leaving on as much dust as he had sought to wipe off. “If the cave is deep enough the sun won’t highlight it for very long, will be harder to spot it in the next two or three hours.” Speaking of which, he pulled out his GPS unit and marked their location on the unit, “but for sure it will be protected from the wind and sand up there.” He pulled off pack and settled it on his wider shoulders and snagging his helmet clipped it to one of the loops at the bottom. His mind already running through the list of things that he wanted to pull out of the pack and put in his zippered pockets to use on the trail.
“I got this,” he grinned, getting off the bike. He began adjusting the guitar, slung over his left shoulder so it rested squarely across his back, out of the way of his arms. He had a very athletic build, and had always been active, in spite of his bad habits. He had always been willing to jump right in and try anything, and absolutely loved the thrill. He was still young and invincible, untouched by age, or serious illness.
He stood next to Chay, ready to start the trek to wherever they were going. He stretched a little, not sure if they were hiking or climbing up the rocks, not that it mattered either way. He was going up. “All this climbing you are making me do, you should at least buy me dinner later, or I would take something a lot more indulgent.” He smiled, 90 percent devil, 10 percent angel. One statement had not been lost on him, although he hadn’t really commented on it. The man had come to see him play at the casino. That was worth at least a private show, musically or otherwise.
“Dinner is on me then, Indulgent..” Chay slid his tongue across his lips, he was not opposed to that idea at all.. “Indulgent will have to be _on_ you, maybe mixed with something syrupy. If it was summer I would suggest a dip in Lake Mead to knock a layer of dust off, but I guess I am going to have to give you a rain check for that.” Shifting his pack slightly higher on his back he gave a wink as he headed up the narrow path. Knowing that Cael was carrying his precious guitar on his back and not knowing his climbing abilities Chay had spotted a cave that required a minimal amount of climbing and mostly over boulders that could be easily skirted. It wasn’t that far of a distance to hike but the terrain made it seem that way, within ten minutes they had reached the surprising large cave, which had broadened out behind the opening when they had stepped through the gap.
He settled his pack onto the floor and opened it up pulling out his journal, sketchpad and charcoals and and settled those onto a rocky table before glancing around, given the size he wasn’t surprised if he didn't see.. “ah up there” He pointed toward one of the cave ‘ceilings’ just past Cael’s shoulder. “That area was used as a sort of fireplace, you can still see the soot embedded in the ceiling.” He returned his attention to his pack and pulled out a couple plastic water bottles. They could refill them at the visitor center later if they needed to. GPS unit , camera, and cellphone added to his small stack and he decided all these were enough. Shrugging at Cael, and giving him a quick wink. “I suppose I am never really ‘off work’ there is always another spot to explore.. another note to make. Ever hear that saying about Loving what you do and never working a day? That’s me in a nutshell. Abet a rather cracked nutshell sometimes”
He cocked an eyebrow, slightly visible behind the glasses. “There is a lot to be said for whipped cream, complete with cherries. I can’t resist strategically placed cherries.” He licked over his lip thoughtfully as they climbed. Today just kept looking up, and he didn’t need anything illegal to keep himself on this high.
He took a seat opposite Chay when they got in the cave, looking back at the ceiling. He had never actually looked at a cave for the signs of another culture, or lives long gone. He took one of the water bottles, standing to take a second look at the ‘fireplace’. He wasn’t sure how Chay could tell what it was. “You will have to teach me about this stuff.” He didn’t mind so much that he was inspecting the cave. It was interesting. When he met people, it was usually in the clubs, and they were hardly people he could have any sort of real conversation with.
He sat back down, pulling his guitar case into his lap. He released the instrument from its confines. Watching Chay with his notebook as he strummed, making sure the instrument was properly tuned. When he was satisfied, he let it run over some chords, creating a melody of a song he was working on.
Chay sketched out the layout of the cave room and marked the layout of the ‘fireplace’. “Actually finding where they had their fires in a cave is easy, You just have to look upwards and find where years of smoke and ash accumulated in the roof of the caves. Kinda disappointing not to find any petroglyphs though. They sometimes used the accumulated ash to help with their paintings. Maybe there wasn't enough of a lighter color in the local area.” As he drew he listened to the strums from the guitar tuning out a melody, almost, there was several repeats and different versions with slight variations on it. “Almost wish I would have learned to play, never really had time to when I was growing up. My dad was an architect so he made sure I could draw what I was seeing, but neither of my parents played an instrument.” .He tapped his finger against his forehead. “Sometimes this one will spout off a couple poetic lines, but that’s about as musical as I can get”
As he set his sketchpad into his pocket and started shoving the various items he bought out of his pack into zippered and strapped pocket, his thoughts revolved back to something that Cael had said before. “I should have brought maraschino cherries, the nearest thing to fruit that I have is strawberry jam... Oh and I almost forgot..” He went back to his pack and pulled out his pipe/hatchet combination and his bag of tobacco and clipped them both onto his belt. “all suited up and ready to go.. hmm that needs a superhero name to go after that.. Do you feel more like Mermaidman or Barnacleboy?”
“I’m not very poetic,” he admitted. “I would love to crank something out like Dream On, Hotel California, or something like that.” He strummed a few notes of the intro to Dream On. “That was one of the first songs I learned to play, and one I was listening to when I drove down here. It’s the perfect song for driving across the desert and the city is in the distance, and the whole sky is lit up.” That was a poetic sight, even if he wasn’t that great at expressing it in words.
He kept notes coming, switching from one song to another in a little medley. All the while, his eyes stayed on Chay, paying attention. “We’ll bring the cherries next time, and vanilla ice cream, but we might have to stay in for that. You do come prepared though. I like.” His fingers moved smoothly, carving a path of their own over the frets, settling on Heart’s Magic Man. “Do I look like either a Mermaidman, or a Barnacleboy? I think the technical term is Merman. Then I think of that old lady with bad makeup?” His nose wrinkled at the thought.
“You came to see me play?” He took a last couple of notes and set the guitar down neatly in it’s case. He took better care of his instruments than he did himself.
He pulled Cael to his feet after the guitar case was closed and touched him lightly on the nose. “Nope your nose is too cute to be a Barnacleboy and you’re too small to be the Mermaidman, Though, your nose will be better when it has a dollop of whipped cream on it too, Ice cream does sound good, have to warn you though it does get sticky when it gets.. warm..” He laugh aloud at the thought.
“Music these days is lacking the stories in the lyrics which is why I came to hear you play. The tunes you play are just lacking the words expressed in the vision you see in the notes. One of these days you are going to write your own Hotel California.. And just think! You have your own back up chorus swimming around in your head. Provided multi-voice can sing along, something other than row-row.” He gave Cael a wink and ducked his way back out of the cave. “Come on.. lets go ride.. You have got to see most of this parks features in the morning light! The reds are amazing!”
Cael liked being appreciated - a lot. Physically, although he stood 6’0”, he could hardly be considered muscular. He was working on it a little bit, but he had always been thin. He knew he was handsome. He heard it at the clubs, when he was playing, but this was different. He was out of his element, and he felt it. His pulse picked up, and a spot of color crept into his cheeks. He held the man’s gaze, cocking his head to the side. “I don’t mind getting a little sticky.” He had a feeling that he wouldn’t want to run in the morning either. Reaching up, he touched one of the bands that held his hair back. “Good luck finding a nickname for me, Spike.”
He ducked out of the cave behind Chay, looking at the color of the rocks. “Keep me out here long enough and you might get a song out of me. We do need to put those bikes to some use, and then I want one of those brews, or three.” The wicked little smile was back. He dropped the sunglasses back over blue eyes for effect. “This might be a great place to camp, too.”
“Good thing there’s a couple of survival blankets tucked away in the pack then, isn’t it?” Chay glanced over his shoulder and laughed at Cael’s drop-jawed expression. He trotted down the path back towards their bikes comfortable that with the sun’s further ascent in the sky that cave wouldn’t be spotted unless someone went out of their way looking for it. The pinkish gold blends of the morning and given way to a brighter blue sky enhancing the rocky features that they were going to be heading for. North by northeast. He checked his GPS unit one last time before slipping it back into his pocket.
“The Desert can be fickle lady, but man I love days like this when there is enough of a breeze that you don’t feel like you are broiling in your leathers.” Chay figured by the end of the day he will have figured out a fetish totem for Cael. Right now the only thing coming to his mind was the playful otter. I Otter do better than that.
“I know it get’s cold at night.” He grinned and looked over at Chay, “You look warm.” He swung a long leg over the bike, settled in and gave it a kick. It was a nice fluid motion, well practiced. The engine roared to life, and he revved it for good measure. He was watching the other man under strands of blonde. He laughed when he consulted the GPS. He had a mind to ask him to put it away and enjoy not knowing where they were, but he also realize that he wanted to get back. Brew, survival blankets, and that body were calling. Holy shit were they calling.
“Let’s rock this,” he called, waiting for the other man to pull out. There were too many ifs in the form of high rocks, for him to go freewheeling yet, at least in their current location. When they hit a nice dune, he would make a run. The bike he sat on had been well put together, built for speed. He loved that, although he didn’t know the first thing about building one.
“Rock being the understatement. I love this place!”
Hitting the gas had enough raised the front wheel off the ground for a moment, and remembering Cael had mentioned .. fast.. as one of his ‘favorite’ things Chay turned took them on a course that followed one of the dried river washes north easterly. It skirted the main body of rocks but it did allow for faster speeds on the dirt bikes. It didn’t take him long though to find out that Cael’s bike was a souped-up model. He was getting hard pressed to keep in the front. Strands of dark hair began working it’s way out of the normally tight knit rows of rubber bands. They found the curve of the wash where it met another inlet and turned the bikes to follow that. It was in there that they found some steeper banks and rolls of dirt and sand in which to jump the bikes on.
Cael had learned to ride in the flatlands of Oklahoma. They had some bikes that were just bigger than crotch rockets, but they did provide some excitement for the perpetually bored. He had jumped right in with his usual flare. Hit the gas and hold on. He was still the same here. If you couldn’t go all out, why go at all? Of course, he had wrecked his first, tearing through a field, and had several injuries when practicing jumps, but now he was a fairly skilled rider.
He loved wide open spaces, kicking up sand in tight turns, opening the bike up for more speed. It was easy to label him as an adrenalin junkie. He was very much that. His hair had come untied, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he took on another dune. After what seemed like an hour, he slowed pulling the bike up on level ground to take a drink. Dirt and sand clung to him, but that was all part of the game.
“That was rockin’ cool!” Chay tossed one of the bottles of water over to Cael. “I haven’t had that much fun riding in years. Play time doesn’t come nearly often enough in the winter, since the day’s are too short and I spend most of my daylight digging in the dirt instead of stirring it up into dust devils.” His sand-roughened voice finally returned back to normal after pouring water down his throat, with thirst quenched he dumped a little bit of the water and brushed it over his forehead and sliding it back along his hair in an effort to get it to stay back from his eyes. “I should let you lead this time, you look like a raccoon, the dust is splatter across your face, except where your glasses were, because of the dirt devils.”
Cael smirked, catching the bottle with one hand. He turned the bike off and took a drink. He stood up and stretched, walking casually over to Chay’s bike. The man was hot, and his chest was such a distraction for the blond. Cael wasn’t one to play too conservatively. Waiting was also hard, especially when desire was playing it’s own role.
When Chay sat back to pour the water, Cael easily slipped a leg over the seat of his bike, facing the man on the seat. The dirt didn’t bother him in the slightest. It reminded him of days spent playing mud football after a good rain. “I put raccoons to shame.” He ran a hand over Chay’s chest, unable to resist.
“Mmm, that you do.. Note to self.. let Cael take the lead more often.” Chay’s lips quirked up into a playful smile as the fingers trickled across his chest. He capped his bottle of water and let it drop to the ground next to the bike so that he could rest his hands on the Cael’s denim covered hips his thumbs sliding along the waistband. “Glad we decided to get lost in the desert, would never get any _real work_ done with you around. Not that work isn’t over rated at the moment.” He leaned forward pressing his chest against Cael’s noticeably lighter colored fingers. “keep that up and I might just lose more than just my shirt and jacket in the next thirty seconds.”
“Never a bad idea.” His tongue ran over his lower lip thoughtfully. His hand crept up his chest to his neck, scooting closer. “However...” he paused, leaning up to nip at Chay’s lips. He knew the art of teasing well, but this time it was causing him just as much tension. He kissed him again, unable to resist the urge. He only broke it reluctantly to breathe. “The only problem...” he replied in a silky drawl, “is that sand chafes. Race you back to the cave?”
Salt, and sand, and sunshine. The tastes of living.
The rush of blood through his skin brought his core temperature spiking upwards and Chay’s fingers squeezed into the denim in an effort to hang on. It wasn’t a soft sensual kiss passed the first nip and he drew in a shaky breath when Cael’s lips finally pulled away and broke it off. Wow. “Damn crevice-finding sand.” Untangling a hand from Cael’s jeans he brought it upwards to run through the soft blonde strands that had escaped from the rubber bands and tugged lightly and just mumbled wow, again. “It’s race you back there or lean you up against a cactus. I think the cave would be the better choice since there is some ground cover.” He did not, however, let go of Cael’s jeans with the other grip. Had to have something to hang onto when he pulled him in for a second taste.
“Okay.. Now we can have that race. Winner has to find the survival blanket. Loser.. the condoms.” He tweaked Cael’s nose playfully, “Don’t get intentionally lost.”
“A cactus has too many pricks. I only want one,” he answered easily, tracing a line down that chest. His grin broadened, showing a row of perfect teeth. Moving was another matter. He was quite happy here, definitely turned on, completely distracted in a very good way. One more taste couldn’t hurt, not at all. He swung long legs over Chay’s thighs and pulled himself even closer. The kiss was long, full of need, hands wandering over that broad chest, tangling through hair, restrained only because dumping the bike would definitely ruin the moment.
“Daaaaaamn,” he said, pulling back, disentangling limbs. “If we keep that up, I am rethinking the cactus, or even sand.” He laughed, taking slow steps back to his own bike. He had to readjust on the bike, but he was determined. He gunned the engine. “No way I’m getting lost,” he called, and he was off, tearing through sand, heading back the way they had come, following the trail they had cut, not quite covered by the wind.
“Ai.. With the right kind, sand is alright.. Cactus.. not so much.” Chay’s words came out in a breathless spill, as he watched Cael saunter back to his bike. Oh.. Bike.. Race.. The thought cut through the muddle in his mind from the intense kissing.
Chay's dirt bike hadn't been rebuilt for speed racing, and with a jump in the lead he starts out hard pressed to keep up with Cael. Chay soon discovered that the best part about trailing behind Cael on the bike, besides the view of blond hair and a lithe quickness perched on a bike, is that he can get a preview of the twists in the path and is able to cut the lead by not having to follow the direct trail back towards the cave.
It's a fast race and the reward is waiting in the keeping of his pack. Spotting the joining of the two river wash's Chay smirks to himself, shifts his hips and gives a sharp turn to the bike and cuts cross country to cut even more of the path off. Now he was finally caught up with the other rider. Hunched up over the bike urging her on to a quicker speed it now became an out and out race to see who would win the race back down the trail.
Chay did have the advantage, for the simple fact that he knew more about where he was heading. Cael did have some sense of direction, but it was unfamiliar territory, and he was very willing to lose a race just to get there. It conflicted with his competitive nature, so he took to staying even. Luckily, the ride back wasn’t that long and they hadn’t gotten lost. They just had the climb left and Cael was off the bike and heading up, a lot like a man with something to prove.
When Cael entered the cave, he didn’t really care who won. There was only one thing he really wanted, and the rest would just wait. Cael appreciated instant gratification. He was not good at waiting for anything he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He loved the rush of lust, which was as good or better than any high.
He pulled out his wallet, flashing a strip of condoms. It was a concession of loss, but the easiest option. “I’m just a regular boy scout. Be prepared.”
“Good. Am glad I won the foot race then, since I wasn’t sure where I had packed those.“ Chay dropped his jacket to the floor even as he pulled out the two survival blankets, multi tasking at it’s finest. It only took a couple of seconds to shake them out onto the floor. Survival blankets being more readily opened then folded after their use. That out of the way he caught a hold of Cael’s belt and pulled him over towards himself.
Chay leaned in and kissed Cael's lips softly at first then slowly presses in harder deeper. The kiss was breathtakingly intense. His body pressed against Cael's as he backed them up against the stone wall and pinned the other boy's body to it. Oops. His fingers explored on their own and with a couple deft tugs pulled the belt out of the buckle and through the loops of the pants. Cael's belt quickly slipped out and now dangled between the Chay’s fingers.
Chay tossed it over his shoulder like spilled salt. “Damn, what good luck, I decided against going commando.” He tugged at the denim and the button easily separated from Cael's buttonhole. He paused in his undressing of Cael’s jeans to tug the tucked t-shirt out, taking a moment to run his fingers across the smooth skin of Cael’s waist. Already his breathing was becoming irregular and matching his faster heart rate.
Cael was quite glad that he always carried condoms. He had been more promiscuous than he knew he should be, but he wasn’t committed to anything but his guitar. Then again, it was rare to find someone who could fill him with this much desire, pure and raw. He surrendered easily, up against the wall. Most of the time, he was the leader, but he loved the feeling of that surrender, and his body was begging to be taken. He knew he could possibly have met his match, and that was exciting all by itself.
“Fuck,” he breathed as the kiss broke, pulling at material that he wanted gone. Chay’s shirt ended up somewhere by his belt. His hips arched into the man wanting more of that touch. He was slim, leonine, somewhat athletic. In spite of his lack of true definition in muscle tone, his skin was perfect, tight, smooth.
Once the shirts were gone, his hands went to work over the man, who had all of his attention. He was cut, his abs were divine, and [...], “Yes,” was the only answer he seemed to have. His fingers found a tattoo on his left arm, animal tracks, which he could study in detail later. It was sexy. Very sexy. His other hand moved around the man’s neck, pulling him into another deep kiss, letting desire run wild, the pulse that would keep him coming back.
There wouldn’t be any need for blankets this night, if both their bodies put out this much heat.
The heat broiling under Chay’s skin was only slightly relieved by the loss of his shirt and the pouch buried beneath it. One year? More? The time that he spent being this intimate with someone else melted away under Cael’s touch across his chest and around the back of his neck. His jeans seemed to have become a size too small and he tugged at Cael’s zipper mumbling “gone..” through the kiss. Finally the catch gave way and his hand are very hard, very erect Cael in his hand. He couldn’t ignore that and he thumbed over it through the material of a pair of.. boxers? Ah, what the heck, boxers would just have to be removed with the rest of the jeans. Shortly. He kicked off his Converse shoes in two different directions, glad that he decided not to wear hiking boots this time around.
Pulling back from the kiss before he lost all control he dropped down to his knees and found Cael’s cock through the boxer fabric and drew it all into his mouth. He was rewarded by a harsh intake of breath as he lowered the clearly forgotten jeans down over a narrow set of hips.
Words were not important, or even a consideration. The green light was on and he was moving in a tangle of limbs tearing at clothing, lips, teeth, tongue. No words could compare to an inferno. Cael, who always wanted to be right in the middle of the action, was not about to hold back.
When Chay dropped, he leaned back, against the wall. His tongue ran over his upper lip. The smile was there, slow and seductive, but raw and real. He kicked off shoes, while his hands fisted through the man’s hair. He opened his mouth, but the only thing to come out was a low hum of approval. His hips arched towards wandering hands, so willing to allow him anything.
‘Just So.’ Chay thought when he heard the low pitched moan of Cael’s consent.
The fingers twisted and broke off the last of the brittle remains of rubber bands holding Chay’s hair back and it sprung to life underneath Cael’s fingers. Must be doing it right. He smiled and pushed the jeans further down Cael’s legs. Ever conscious of the hardening shaft muffled by cotton fabric between his lips. Denim peeled away slowly leaving pale skin beneath. So remarkably different from Chay’s indian tanned features. See Light and Dark could coexist. Noticing the exodus of the shoes. Chay pulled off the lower of one leg and then the other and they ended up somewhere.. yeah.. over there.. somewhere.. He lifted his head and grinned sheepishly at Cael as he tugged open his own jeans.
“You don’t suppose that jam would make a very good lube do you? Because fuck if I don’t want to bend you over that makeshift rock table over there.”
Cael looked down when Chay’s hands moved to his own jeans. His hands were covered quickly by Cael’s, who had taken a step towards him. His head cocked to the side, eyes half-lidded, confident, and even a little cocky. “This is mine,” he said, in a honey thick voice. He pulled them open wider, running a hand inside over the material. “MMMM.”
Slowly he pushed them down, lowering himself along with them, agonizingly, deliberately slow. “I like,” only a half sentence, but the point was made, slipping the jeans down to bare feet. Underwear joined the pants, contributing to their random piles of discarded items. He took the head of Chay’s cock slowly between moistened lips, just a taste for now. He took it slowly, applying suction in the right area, pulling back, only to repeat the process with accomplished skill. Teasing blue eyes looked up, repeating the motion, a little faster, more pressure, deeper.
Chay's hands sought purchase somewhere, as luck would have it, there was a soft strands on a blond head at the perfect waist level. Damn.. not that often of a cusser, the word came out less as a word and more as a gasp of air. He bit softly into his lips and tried like a maniac to keep his hips from rocking forward into the heat that was engulfing him.. Cael's was absolutely driving him insane with the teasing breath and that fucking wonderful tongue sliding over him..
Oh. And what a pleasant sensation that was.. Cael did seem to know his way around the head of a cock there was no denying that. Chay moaned softly, letting the other man know that he was enjoying himself even when words failed to escape his lips.
Cael knew what he was doing, and he quite enjoyed listening to the approval. He kept going, adding suction and speed, but not enough to quite break the man, not yet. His plan was to completely exhaust him overnight, and he had a feeling the man was up to that challenge. The blond was surprised, and completely excited by that prospect.
He sped up once again, but then slowed the pace, coming back down to his initial level, running his tongue around the head for good measure. He stood, every movement slow, yet fluid. His hands ran up strong thighs as his body pressed against Chay’s. “Lube is in the inner pocket of my jacket, in case you were wondering.” His voice was low and seductive, matching the smile that graced his lips. “You are definitely a handsome one, Mr. Winter.” He grabbed both of their cocks together with one hand, “and I want you. Fuck me.” He never flinched, uttering the words so directly. His eyes locked, ready, fearless, and sexy.
Chay’s hands left their entangling of Cael’s head and slid down the other man’s back as he stood up. Their bodies smooshed together by Cael’s movement. “Oh, you are quite the boy scout. Am glad you thought to keep that close to hand.” He purred his words along Cael’s pale neck and thrust his hips forward just a bit pushing his cock deeper into Cael’s hand. It felt so good, the tip of his head brushing the curves of Cael’ cock, that he thrust a few more times as his own cock became firmer with each stroke. Chay didn’t mind that in the very least as he bit softly along the curl of the pale neckline under his lips. mmm. lube, condoms, ah yes, jacket first.
Grinning he pulled back and looked around the cave floor for the MIA jacket. They were making quite a mess with their clothes and it took him a moment to spy it trapped under a pair of jeans and an assortment of mismatched shoes. His dark eyes quickly found an equally inviting rock formation that would be about the right height and moving toward it he crooked a finger playfully at Cael.
“Come ‘ere you.”
He eyed the man’s body, strong, tall, just what he liked. He was also adventurous, and that was something that Cael would absolutely come back for. Who knew he could meet someone at speed dating, when he wasn’t really trying to? The writing on the hand had sealed it, and he wasn’t disappointed. Standing naked in a cave was quite the opposite.
He had time for a quick survey of the room. The wall was stable, and there were rocks, and blankets. So he was going a little conventional, but blankets would have to do. He spread one out and then came obediently, wrapping a hand around the man’s neck, kissing him deeply. “Here,” he said. “I want you on me, all over me.” With those words, he sank down, tracing a hand down that strong chest. He could feel his pulse, pick up, lust in control. Now it was his turn, finger twitching, “Come get me.”
“mmm, don’t think you are putting up too much of a fight for who’s on top this time.” The sound coming out of Chay’s throat could only be translated as a growl. Cael had gotten him more worked up then he had been in years and the slow teasing tickling fingers across his chest pretty much seals the desire up in a bow. He leaned forward across Caels’ body and pushed him back into the blanket sliding around beneath him. To the benefit of his knees, he was glad that Cael had found sandy spot in the cave for their bedding.
Fingers met the opening of the tube of lube and were quickly moistened by it’s contents. He met Cael lip to lip, chest to chest, and ran a hand down between Cael’s legs and teased fingers across the other’s hole. The widened eyes spoke of finding the right place for them and he traced over the opening. It only takes a few teasing strokes before one of the moistened fingers slides into the opening.
A slow laugh rumbled from his throat. He loved that sexy, low voice. He stretched, wrapping long legs around the man, who could do whatever he wanted to the blonde. “I..,” he began, having words cut short with an intake of breath, “am just … fuck... choosing a starting position.” Words weren’t that important right now. He pressed back against the fingers that explored and stretched him. His fingers sifted through dark hair. Lips found lips, tongues twining around each other, body pressing upward in approval.
His body relaxed easily, giving in to the man above him. Too many times, he had gotten what he wanted from someone and walked away. This time it was different. He didn’t want to head for the door. He had decided that from the moment the pen touched his hand. This one was different, there was attraction that went beyond the physical. How Chay would do with some of Cael’s bad habits was a question he wasn’t sure they needed to address yet, especially when he could keep them in check. They didn’t matter now anyway, not when they were here. He pushed up again impatiently, nibbling on Chay’s lower lip.
“Hmm. I just thought you were getting Comfortable. And wouldn’t you know, Comfortable is my middle name.” Chay moves his hands and flattens them against the ground to hold himself just off of Cael’s body and grinds his hips downward so that his cock dropped between Cael’s legs, not entering yet just, and he runs the head across the bared hole. It is agonizingly slow speed and the way that Cael’s body is pressing upwards towards him speaks of his need almost as much as Chay’s. He was really enjoying watching Cael come apart under his attention.
Cael’s hardened shaft pokes into his stomach reminding him of what he is about and Chay can’t seem to contain himself any further, finally setting an angle that seems to fit between the shifting blanket and sands beneath them, he pushed into the tightness beneath. It isn’t very fluid, by any means, the time between ‘practises’ had been far too long. But soon enough that doesn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the feel of the heat engulfing him.
Nails grazed along a strong back, flexible legs moved higher, accommodating the man. His breath hitched as he shifted against the pressure. If Chay hadn’t been with anyone in awhile, Cael didn’t know or care. Want was simple. They had plenty of time to get to know those details later, when they weren’t driven by such a distraction.
Cael felt his body accepting the man, muscles accommodating the size. He sighed, hands moving lower to hips, pressing himself into Chay. “That feels good,” he mumbled, leaning up to nibble on Chay’s neck. He didn’t care about the desert dirt in the slightest. He could still smell whatever cologne had been used earlier as he traced shaped with his tongue. “More.”
The lips teasing along his neckline caused his breath to come out in soft panting noises and he nodded at Cael's request for more. There is a song that speaks of moments that take your breath away and this, Chay discovered, was one of those times. The heat of their movements appeared in soft beads of sweat that trickled between their stomachs, and down muscled thighs aiding in lubricating the space where Chay's cock pressed deeper with each thrust into Cael's body beneath him.
He closed his eyes momentarily but could not keep them shut for long. Cael’s bluer ones drew his brown gaze permanently towards them. Nothing had ever felt so good, so damn right as this moment did. Not wanting to rush such a precious space in time he chose a slower pace and levered himself upwards and used one hand to brace his upper body so he could trace a bared shoulder with the other.
Now this - yes, this was perfect. He wanted Chay so badly and he was getting just that, and he felt amazing. He was not disappointed at all, nor was he thinking about anything but how good his body felt. Hands gripped those hips, moving faster, giving back what he was getting, helping set a rhythm that he liked.
He paused for a minute to look into those brown eyes, sweet like chocolate, such a sexy food. He flashed the smile and slowed, taking a minute to form words. “Remember what I said about starting positions. Now roll.” His legs lowered and he pushed them both over, coming out on top. It didn’t take too long to reposition himself, sliding down the man’s shaft. His hips rocked, blue eyes drifted towards the ceiling, enjoying the feeling.
“y-you are a trickster.. I was right.” The movement did more than just gave Chay’s hands a better purchase into Cael’s hips to help with the each upwards thrust. It rolled him off the blanket and gave him a contact with Mah’ka’s strength that his body craved. Small stones ignored, pressed into his back and buttocks. His fingers deepened leaving small imprints into Cael’s skin and he yielded to the faster pace.
The taste of gold in the afternoon sun, the taste of lust, and the forbidden taste of greed.
Chay’s wait for the blue eyes to turn back to him seemed to take an eternity and he smiled when it happened. A new fascination was found in the press of hip against hip. Large blue eyes peering into brown. He waited for the right moment to reach out and clasp Cael. His fingers ran up and across the skin of Cael’s swollen cock, aching for more than just a gentle touch. His breath caught in lungs aching for release, it strained, through slightly pouted lips, which trembled with lust, begged for another small taste of Cael’s lips.
Lost momentarily to the rush that pumped his blood faster, his eyes finally drifted back down into brown ones. Blonde locks fell around his face in their haphazard way, moving with him. “You’re gorgeous, you know,” he purred, very aware of that hand working on him. It was time, and he needed this.
His lips crashed on Chay’s with a mounting sense of urgency, claiming him. His hips rocked building speed harder and faster. He broke the kiss to breathe, working harder still, wanting that release that he could feel coming closer and closer. He could feel the tightness in his stomach, so close. He was hitting the right spot, and each tease of his prostate threatened to send him over the edge. Right about...
Blue eyes locked for a moment, and then snapped shut, his jaw clenched, and stars exploded - perfectly beautiful stars behind the closed lids.
“M-mahyah shleh chah”
The word was breathed out more than actually spoken and was soon crushed by the press of Cael’s lips onto him. Cael’s hips were definitely going to have small bruises from the pressure of Chay’s fingers into them. A moaning shudder spread through the body supplying the pressure above him and he knew that Cael was close. The clenching muscles around his cock was the final clue. Warm cum spread across their stomachs, sticking them together for a moment. It was almost too much to take in. Too tight to withdraw, he kept pushing his cock against Cael’s prostate until he could finally have a free movement again. I wasn’t long he released Cael’s cock and slid both arms around the other man and clenching him tightly against himself fell into his own orgasm with a sigh of the only word he could manage to eek out..
“wash-tay”
Cael’s forehead pressed against Chay’s, sweaty hair clung to his forehead. He inhaled deeply, trying to get his breathing and heart rate under control. The infectious smile spread across his face, a low chuckle coming from his throat. “I could get used to this,” he said, voice gravely. “Fuck, I needed that. What is wash-tay? We are sticky.” Again, the laugh, happy and relaxed.
He sat up, carding a hand through his hair, which fell every which way it wanted. He was still a bit light headed, but it was the best kind of high. He tumbled over to the side on his back, wiping at a smudge of dirt over his cheek, making it worse instead of better. Reaching over, he pulled Chay closer to him. It was new for Cael, not one to want to remain connected. He already knew this would be different in some way, even if there weren’t words for it. He hadn’t been in a club, drunk or high on whatever was being offered, and he wasn’t running from wherever those antics had taken him. He wasn’t running, period.
Wash-tay indeed..
Chay’s fingers finally relaxed long enough for Cael to actually slide off the top of him. His unbound straight hair spread beneath the back of his head, appearing even darker against the desert sand. He turned onto his side so that he could face the other man. “It doesn’t mean bath.” He chuckled at thought that they needed to be cleaned up or have sand stick to them in uncomfortable places, they were lucky to have bottled water and/or beer to clean up with sometime later, like -oh-maybe-next-year-or-so.
Or now. Not wanting to break the contact of skin on skin. Chay hooked one of the strap of his pack with his foot and dragged it close enough that he could extricate a bottle of water and used that to wipe off the damp stickiness of stomach and hand. He trailed a finger down Cael’s chest and stomach sliding down the damp skin with an almost easy manner. “Wash-tay means.. um.. very good.. I guess would be the nearest translation in the Lakota tongue.”
“Lee-la wash-tay chee la kay, I like you, very good, or very much, in that case.”
“Wash-tay,” he repeated. The low chuckle still rumbled from his chest. Blue eyes drifted upward. There was something infectious about the man who was watching him, and this was far from an average date. It was so much better.