I'll Runaway for the Holidays Page 3

  “Well, since you do have beer, I guess I can forgive you.” Anson moved to the side and flashed a full-on smile this time. “At least long enough to eat.”

  “That seems fair enough.” Scott walked in and set everything down on a small table.

  Anson came up from behind, his body pressing into Scott’s back. “Just tell me it has meat on it.”

  Desire coursed through Scott as he became aware of the warmth seeping from Anson’s body —the crisp, clean smell emanating from the younger man. Scott bit back a moan, his cock swelling as he envisioned how it would feel to turn around and take Anson into his arms. To bury his nose in the crook of Anson’s neck and lose himself in the man’s scent.

  Damn it. This was Madison’s little brother for frick’s sake. Scott should be doing everything he could to keep a respectable distance between them. The last thing he should be doing is glancing over at the bed and wondering how to put it to good use.

  Anson pressed in closer and Scott tensed as he waited to feel the feathering of lips against the nape of his neck. Instead, Anson reached around to grab a slice of pizza before moving away to sit in a chair.

  Profound disappointment made Scott frown before he reminded himself that he didn’t want any messy complications. Getting involved with Anson would be very messy, too, of that Scott had no doubt.

  “So, what is Madison doing tonight?” Anson asked before he took a huge bite.

  “She said something about going to bed early because all our drama tired her out.” Scott snagged a beer and took the chair opposite from Anson.

  “She’s one to talk after she spent last Christmas hiding out in her room and crying over that stupid yoga instructor.”

  Scott chuckled. “You mean Harley?”

  “Yeah, I have his name forever burned in my memory because she kept wailing it out at random moments.” Anson rolled his eyes.

  “Just between you and me, she was lucky to get away from that jerk.” Scott reached over and took a slice.

  “I agree. My only mistake was telling her that while she was still bumming over the breakup.” Anson gave a mock shudder. “Nobody can punch harder than my sister when she’s pissed.”

  They ate in silence for a few moments before Scott said, “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

  Anson glanced up from under his lashes, a malicious glint in his eyes. “Nine inches, cut.”

  “No, that’s not what —” Scott shook his head as Anson’s claim finally sunk in. “Really?”

  “Wanna find out for yourself?” Anson stretched out his legs and suggestively ran a finger over the front to his own fly.

  Scott rolled his eyes. “Do you ever think of anything besides your cock?”

  “Sure, I think of other guys’ cocks.”

  Despite himself, Scott laughed. “Are you always this way?”

  Anson cocked his head to the side, the move making him more appealing. “What way?”

  “Like life is just one big party.”

  “No, just when I want to annoy boring accountants.”

  That comment stung a little. “Who says I’m boring?”

  “Come on, Scott, I’ve known you for years. When was the last time you did something spontaneous?”

  He searched his memory to think of something —anything that would wipe that knowing, smug grin off Anson’s face. In the end, all he could come up with was, “How about that year I dressed up as a giant condom for Halloween?”

  “Seriously? That’s all you have? Dude, that had to have been six years ago and you only did it because you lost a bet to Madison. You bitched the entire night about it, too.”

  Scott set down his food, irritated that some little brat dare judge like that. “You don’t know anything about me.”

  Anson snorted. “Please, I probably know you better than Madison does. I can even tell you how you ended up on this trip.”

  Even though he knew it would be a mistake, Scott took the bait. “Oh really, do share.”

  “Madison nagged you for several weeks, because even though you hate the heat of Florida, you didn’t want to go back to Michigan because it may put a wrinkle in your perfectly scheduled life. Finally you agreed, but only because of guilt.”

  “That’s bull.”

  “Really?” Anson cocked his head to the side again, this time the gesture more mocking than sexy. “I bet you eat the same thing for breakfast every morning, carry the same lunch to work, and go home to the same boring nightly rituals.”

  Indignant, Scott took a swig of beer as he fumed. Okay, so maybe he did eat oatmeal every morning, but that was because it was good for him and everyone knew breakfast was the most important meal of the day. And if he had peanut butter and jelly every day, it was just so he could save a few bucks by not eating off the food cart. As for having the same nightly ritual, that just simply wasn’t true. Just last week…no wait, last month…aw crud, six months ago, he’d gone out to a local gay bar. Pathetically enough, he’d gone home alone that night.

  When was the last time he’d had sex? A year? Oh shit, more like two years. Sad thing, he’d been too caught up in his dull life that he’d hardly noticed. Still, he’d rather take an ice pick to the eye than admit that to Anson.

  “You’re wrong,” he denied through clenched teeth.

  Fuck, he’d give anything to wash that know-it-all look off the brat’s face.

  Anson got halfway up from his seat so he could lean over the small table until their faces were inches apart. “Okay then, tell me the last time you did something spontaneous.”

  Scott opened and closed his mouth a couple times while he scrambled for a good lie. All that came to him was a lame, “I do spontaneous stuff all the time.”

  “Your pants are so on fire.”

  “You did not just use part of a schoolyard taunt on me,” Scott ground out. He didn’t know whether to strangle Anson or to take the punk to bed, just so Scott could show him that he did have a few tricks.

  “Hanging from a telephone wire,” Anson sang.

  Scott moved fast, not giving the brat any time to react. Before Anson could get another smartass comment out, Scott had captured his mouth in a heated kiss. If Anson wanted to see spontaneous then Scott was more than willing to give it to him.

  Anson let out a surprised gasp before he quickly recovered. Carding his fingers through Scott’s hair, Anson began to return the kiss with a fever that both shocked and pleased Scott. Then Anson’s tongue slid past Scott’s parted lips and things got completely out of control.

  Never taking his mouth away, Scott shot to his feet so fast the chair fell over with a loud bang. He hardly noticed it, too caught up in Anson. The way he tasted like cinnamon and pizza, how he smelled slightly like the vanilla air freshener from the car to how warm his skin felt.

  It all made Scott want more. He kicked the table to the side so he could pull Anson flush against him. A triumphant growl burst from Scott when he felt Anson’s hard cock pressing against him. Scott couldn’t stop himself from reaching down to squeeze it.

  “Yes,” Anson whimpered, his fingers curling against Scott’s scalp.

  “Is this spontaneous enough for you?” Scott goaded as he rained kisses down Anson’s throat. Damn, now that he’d started, he couldn’t get enough.

  Anson furiously shook his head. “More.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Scott picked Anson up and tossed him on the nearby bed. Anson bounced once before he quickly took off his shirt. A fresh wave of desire shot through Scott as he gazed at Anson’s bare chest. Tan and slightly muscular, it looked like it had been made to be licked for hours on end. Scott took one step forward to do exactly that when an alarming thought brought him up short.

  “Please tell me you brought protection,” he begged.

  Anson grinned. “They’re in my backpack. I have some lube in there, too.”

  When Anson started to get up to grab the supplies, Scott put up a hand to stop him. “You finish getting
undressed, I’ll grab them.”

  Scott moved quickly, riffling through the bag with little care to the other belongings inside. Once he had his prize, he rushed back to the bed in time to see Anson tossing his pants to the side. Scott paused, heart pounding madly as he looked at the younger man.

  Damn, Anson had grown up and then some. Scott’s gaze drank in every inch of Anson, from his sculpted shoulders, to his taunt abs, to his long cock. Anson used one hand to slowly stroke his erection, eliciting a moan of approval from Scott.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” Scott breathed as he palmed himself through the thick denim of his jeans.

  Anson let out a breathy laugh as his eyelids fluttered shut. “Chicks are supposed to be beautiful, not naked men.”

  “Whoever made that rule obviously hasn’t seen you nude,” Scott argued as he tossed the supplies on the bed, then started to undo his jeans.

  “You’re just saying that so you can get into my pants.”

  “Since they’re already on the other side of the room, I’d say it’s a pretty good bet I’m in.” Scott toed off his shoes, then shucked his jeans and underwear. Next he took his shirt off before climbing in the bed.

  Anson started to sit up, but Scott pushed him on the shoulder. “Get on your stomach.”

  It gave him great satisfaction to see the brief bit of uncertainty flickering through Anson’s blue eyes. It served the punk right for making the last several hours so difficult for Scott.

  Once Anson complied, Scott stretched his body over the smaller man. Much like a predator would pin down its prey. Leaning in so his lips were inches from Anson’s ear, Scott ordered, “Grab the lube and squirt it on my hand.”

  Anson wanted to argue. Scott could tell by the way his lips parted slightly, while his brows went down in a scowl. In the end though, Anson grabbed the bottle and obeyed. His movements were slightly clumsy because of the position he was trapped into, but Scott didn’t ease up any. He enjoyed it too much.

  The lube felt icy cold on Scott’s fingers, so he rubbed them together to warm it up some. He wanted to control Anson, not give him a heart attack from shock. Anson got impatient, wiggling a bit. Scott allowed it a few seconds before he used his free hand to give Anson’s ass a much needed swat.

  “Be good, or else I’ll get up and leave,” Scott warned, even though he knew there would be no way he’d ever have the strength to do so.

  “Sorry.” Anson gasped, his fingers fisting into the eye-sore of a bedspread. “I just want you so bad.”

  “And you’re going to get me, but only if you’re patient,” Scott said as he continued to rub the lube in his fingers.

  Satisfied that it wouldn’t freeze Anson from the inside out, Scott finally allowed his hand to drift down to Anson’s ass. A fine ass it was, too, rounded perfectly, yet muscular, it made his mouth water just gazing at it. Scott slid his finger into Anson’s crack.

  “Tell me, Anson, how long has it been since anyone has fucked you?” Scott crooned as he started to slowly circle Anson’s hole.

  “A month or so.” Anson buried his face in the pillow, so his voice came out muffled.

  Scott inserted one finger, making a slight tsking sound. “You’re so tight. I’m tempted to call you the liar.”

  Anson moaned as he slowly gyrated his hips, the movement making his body rub against Scott’s already aching cock. Scott bit his bottom lip to hold back a cry of pleasure. At this rate, he’d be lucky to last ten seconds once he started pounding into Anson. Which would not be the way to show the younger man who was the boss.

  “Okay, it’s been a few months. I’ve been kind of busy with work and school,” Anson conceded as tried to swivel his hips again. That earned him another slap. Anson let out a slow hiss. “Dude, I hate to break it to you, but that only turns me on more.”

  Fuck, that hadn’t been the reaction Scott expected. The mere thought of how it’d be to put Anson over his lap and really give the punk a hard spanking had Scott moaning. He could only imagine how gorgeous Anson’s rounded ass cheeks would look all red and warm, the little noises that would slip through Anson’s plump lips.

  “What am I going to do with you?” Scott asked as he started to saw his finger in and out of Anson.

  “Hopefully you’ll fuck me, and soon,” Anson retorted, ever the smart mouth.

  “Or I could leave you all hard and needy.” Even as Scott made that threat, he added a second finger.

  Anson groaned even as his body yielded to the intrusion. Scott’s cock ached so badly that he couldn’t resist rubbing it against Anson’s hip, pre-cum leaving behind a sticky trail.

  “You wouldn’t do that because you want this as much as I do,” Anson countered, his voice so breathy it was just above a whisper.

  No, Scott would sooner cut off a limb than walk away from this. He thrust a third finger inside Anson’s hot body, at the same time he twisted his hand just right so he hit Anson’s sweet spot. Anson almost came off the bed, a ragged cry bursting past his lips.

  “Damn, that’s good.” Anson gasped.

  Scott moved his hand so he could grab the condom. Ripping the wrapper open, he took it out and slid it over his cock. The entire time Anson lay perfectly still. Scott whispered some words of praise as he stroked Anson’s spine. Scott lined his cock up to Anson’s hole but didn’t thrust in yet.

  “So, is there anything boring and predictable about this?” he prodded.

  Anson shook his head. “This was the last thing I expected from you. I mean, sure I’d hoped, but I never thought you’d look at me this way.”

  “What? From behind?”

  “No, as someone you’d want to fuck.”

  “Please, you’ve known since the moment you shoved your cock in my face while I was sitting in the car,” Scott chided, right before he thrust inside Anson in one smooth move.

  Anson arched as much as their position allowed. His head tilted back and Scott took advantage, catching his lips in an awkward kiss. Anson responded immediately, his tongue sliding in to caress Scott’s mouth.

  The combination of Anson’s tight ass surrounding Scott’s cock like a fist and the needy whimpers coming from the man, almost proved to be Scott’s undoing. But he’d be damned if he’d come first and give Anson that satisfaction. Determined, Scott reached between Anson and the mattress. Finding Anson’s cock, Scott gave it a good squeeze.

  Right on cue, Anson let out a moan. “You keep that up and I won’t last long. I may be younger than you, but like I said earlier, it’s been a while since I fucked.”

  Scott started to move in and out of Anson. “That’s okay. We have all night, so we can do this again.”

  When he’d gone through Anson’s bag, Scott had noticed at least half a dozen condoms. If he had his way, they’d use a good number of them, too. Right then, though, he knew he’d be lucky to last a few more minutes.

  “Come on, babe, come for me,” Scott crooned into Anson’s ear. “Let me feel your hot spunk slide over my hand.”

  For good measure he gave Anson’s cock another squeeze before he started to stroke the shaft. Anson let out a hitching sound that may have been a gasp, or maybe a sob, before he moaned Scott’s name.

  “That’s it,” Scott urged, so close to the edge himself that his entire body tingled. “Give it up.”

  Anson let out a muffled sob before his dick pulsated and Scott felt a warm splash over his fingers. He allowed himself a satisfied grin as he gave in to his own orgasm. Since he’d been suffering from his own dry spell, he seemed to shoot off forever, his cock jerking within the tight walls of Anson’s hole.

  He closed his eyes in bliss. Yes, it must have been too long since he’d last had sex because he sure as hell couldn’t recall an orgasm this intense. The very breath seemed to be sucked from his lungs as he sagged against Anson. Finally after several moments, Scott felt himself coming back down from his sex high.

  “Damn, that was good,” Anson declared, his voice raspy.

  For once,
Scott found himself in total agreement with the punk. He pulled out, but didn’t get out of bed, yet. Instead he took the time to rain soft kisses down Anson’s sweat-dappled spine. Anson let out a satisfied humming sound as he wiggled a bit.

  “Please tell me you meant it when you said we’ll be doing this all night,” Anson said, as he snuggled his cheek into a pillow.

  Scott paused, undecided as to what would be the smartest thing to do. While a part of his brain warned him that it would be a huge mistake to stay, he didn’t want this encounter to end so soon. In the end he went with his baser needs.

  “Of course I meant it. Just give me a few minutes to clean up and I’ll be right back.”

  CHAPTER 4

  The sounds of somebody pounding on the door woke Anson. Determined to ignore it, he buried his head deeper in the pillow and kept his eyes closed. After the long night of marathon sex, he figured he was due to sleep in some.

  The warm body next to him gave Anson a measure of added comfort, so he snuggled into Scott’s back. At the same time he breathed in deep, savoring the scent of Scott. Even after being around him for the past several hours, Anson found he still couldn’t get his fill of the other man. Anson slipped his arms around Scott’s waist and pressed a soft kiss on the man’s shoulder blade. Maybe he could convince Scott that some morning sex was in order before they had to head out on the road again.

  The pounding on the door came again, this time followed by Madison’s angry voice, “Damn it, Anson. Open this door right now. I want to get to Michigan before dinner time.”

  “Fuck,” Anson muttered.

  He cracked his lids and saw that Scott somehow continued to sleep through the whole thing. With a heavy sigh of regret, Anson got up, then grabbed his sleep pants from the floor. He quickly pulled them on before answering the door.

  “What’s the major rush?’ he asked by way of greeting.

  He blinked a few times, nearly blinded by the brightness of her orange tie-dyed shirt and matching skirt. She wore a pair of equally hideous platform sneakers and green wooly socks. Not for the first time, he wondered why he was the only one in the family with any fashion sense.