King Cobra (Hot Rods)

chapter Twelve


“Eli.” The soft call rang through the darkness. Though the barest hint of salmon had begun to brighten the window, the man in Eli’s arms was still draped in shadows.

“Yeah.” He wrapped Alanso tighter, drawing him flush to his chest. They’d ended up lying on their sides, Eli behind his head engine tuner. Holding on to the other man helped ease his anxiety over Sally’s safety just a little. More than two hours remained on the countdown clock to full-out panic.

“I can’t sleep, Cobra.”

“Me either.” He sighed. “I keep thinking of Salome and how unworth it tonight was.”

“Lo siento. This is all my fault. I pressured you. And I have to be honest.” Alanso held his breath, then let it out slowly. “That sucked donkey dick.”

“Mmm. Yep.” A snort caused Eli’s head to bounce on Alanso’s shoulder as he tucked around the shorter man. He rubbed up and down Alanso’s calf with his foot. The hair and hardness there felt so different from the women he’d slept with, it fascinated him. “It did. The worst sex I’ve had since my first time with Mary Beth Cole. I swear, I thought she was going to bleed to death after I popped her cherry. Tonight was so awful—you’ve ruined me for flings. But I’m responsible too. I’ve been in denial for months. You wouldn’t have looked for a surrogate if I’d just given in to what we really lusted for in the first place.”

“I guess.” Alanso was too polite to admit the truth.

“I was trying to keep us from jacking up our relationship with the Hot Rods, yet in the end, that’s exactly what I forced us into doing. Damn it.” Eli deliberately relaxed each grouping of muscles in his body when Alanso began to caress his forearm, alerting him to how tense he’d become.

“Plus, I’m still horny.” Alanso picked his head up just to thump it onto the pillow again. His bald skull left a dent in the feathers. “That bullshit screw didn’t help at all. Especially when I can’t stop thinking of Mustang Sally watching us. I know it’s messed up but that kind of turns me on. A helluva lot more than Bambi ever could have.”

“Oh thank God.” Eli grabbed him and rolled. “I’m dying over here.”

“You want to f*ck me?” Alanso squirmed on his belly. Though the pillow obscured half of his face, the other half darkened. With need, embarrassment, or both, Eli couldn’t quite tell.

Never again would he leave someone he cared for to wonder about their standing in his life or his heart. “So damn bad. I love you. I want you in every sense of the phrase.”

“I want to be yours,” Alanso whispered. “Te amo, querido.”

And though Eli had worried about the softer side of their affections, it didn’t weird him out at all to drop a light kiss on Alanso’s cheek. Maybe he deserved to take this man after all. He promised both of them he’d always respect and honor this bond, whatever they called it.

Stretched out over Al, Eli reached for the lube in the nightstand. He sat on his heels, with his thighs bracketing Alanso’s. From there he was able to insert his fingers beneath the waistband of the briefs that hugged his boyfriend’s sculpted ass, framing it to even greater perfection.

Thinking of Alanso like that sent shivers racing up and down Eli’s spine and pumped his cock even fuller than it’d already been.

“I think I can feel traces of my come on you from before. Good boy for not washing it off. You liked it when I staked my claim, didn’t you?” Eli rubbed his knuckles over the small of Alanso’s back. Slightly sticky, they both moaned at the memory of how close they’d come to living their dream.

“Mierda, sí! No more almosts, Cobra.” Alanso turned steely. “This time for real. All the way.”

“I’m glad you agree.” He smacked the ass laid out before him, slightly paler than the rest of Alanso’s tan skin. After another spank he kneaded the quivering muscles, separating the cheeks just a little. “Because no chance in hell am I stopping now.”

He retrieved the lube from the sheets and snapped open the cap. In the brightening space he still had some trouble seeing the transparent liquid. Alanso’s hiss let him know when the cool gel hit bull’s eye.

“You’ll appreciate that in a minute.” Eli grunted. “Trust me, I can still feel how deep your cock was in me when I move. Thick f*cker too.”

Alanso stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not in a bad way.” Eli grinned. “Behave and I might even let you do it again soon.”

“I’m about to come just thinking about it.” A groan tore from his parted lips.

“Oh no.” Eli slicked his fingers then his cock before tossing the lube onto the bed. “I want you good and fired up when I slide my cock into that tight ass.”

“Not a problem.” Alanso wedged his hand beneath his body to cup his hard-on. Even if he couldn’t jerk himself in that position, he could apply some pressure. Maybe to squeeze the base of his shaft and prevent himself from tipping over the edge far too soon.

The angle of his hips presented his ass even more fully to Eli’s roving hand. Cobra tucked his finger between those rock-hard cheeks and followed the valley between them to Alanso’s hole.

They both shouted something unintelligible at the initial contact.

Eli sank inside his best friend, rubbing in tiny circles as he penetrated the rings of muscle protecting his rear. “Don’t worry, amigo. I’ve done this before with chicks. If they can take me, you can.”

“Just wish you’d hurry. All talk and no action, pendejo.” Alanso grunted when Eli pushed harder, spearing deeper on each pump of his hand. “I’m no girl. Don’t treat me like one.”

“I don’t doubt you can handle anything I have to dish out.” Eli withdrew to shuck his own briefs. He groaned at the weight of his erection flopping free and the room temperature air on his hand, which felt downright icy after Alanso’s core. He planted his knees on either side of Alanso’s once again and tipped forward, shoving his hands beneath the guy’s shoulders, cupping them in his palms to anchor his head mechanic while he roughly aligned their bodies. “But this is more to me than sex. Understand that or I stop right now.”

Alanso gasped when Eli nuzzled him. “Wouldn’t let you f*ck me if it wasn’t.”

“You gave those guys in the woods a chance to touch what’s mine.” Eli had never experienced the burn of jealousy before. Never wanted to again.

“Practicing for you.” Alanso rocked his ass backward. When the tip of Eli’s cock wedged in perfect position for penetration, they both cursed.

“Do it. Do me.” Alanso practically begged.

Eli hugged him and said, “My pleasure.”

He began to forge inside Alanso, using steady pressure on the opening to his body.

At first he met with so much resistance, he wasn’t sure he’d ever make it through. When he whispered, “Let me in. Please,” Alanso relented.

Eli breached him.

Alanso’s eyes flew open in the new dawn.

A beam of sunlight streaked through the window, illuminating his chocolate eyes as they widened. Eli advanced, joining them more fully. As Alanso’s ass hugged inch after inch of Cobra’s cock, he blanketed his lover with his body, hoping Al realized that Eli intended to have his back for life.

That hadn’t changed, at least.

When he’d buried a significant portion of his shaft, he paused.

“No.” Alanso bucked beneath him. “You’ll give me everything or nothing at all.”

“Jesus. Crazy Cuban. I’m just giving you a chance to adjust.” Eli gritted his teeth to keep from riding like he yearned to.

“Ever notice patience is not my strong suit?” Alanso shoved against the bed. He thrust himself up over Eli’s cock until they met abdomen to ass. Not a single molecule of air separated them.

Eli prayed he wouldn’t embarrass himself by shooting before he’d even begun to really f*ck. He thought about the model number of the new spark plugs he had to order tomorrow, and tried to figure up the total cost to distract himself from the pulsing of Alanso’s fist-tight flesh.

The tang of iron made him realize he’d bitten his tongue again too.

Under control, barely, he reprimanded Alanso for nearly stealing his thunder. “If you do that again, I’ll make you wait a year before I f*ck you next. I’d like to give you a proper ride, if you don’t mind. Don’t f*cking sabotage me.”

“Fancy shit later.” Alanso moaned when Eli withdrew then slammed deep.

“You’re that close, are you?” Eli grinned when he recognized the burn of impending orgasm in his friend’s tone, the set of his jaw and the dazed quality to his stare.

“Estoy en el borde. Date prisa.”

“No f*cking idea what you’re saying, but you sound sexy as hell.” Eli dropped down to nip Alanso’s lip.

Al turned his head and whimpered when Eli began to ply his mouth with tender kisses, even as his hips alternated liquid glides with pounding strokes. He tried to make it good, but primal instinct led him to mix a claim with his promises.

“I’m not coming without you, Alanso.” Eli spoke low and firm. “We’re in this together.”

“Can’t, Cobra.” He pounded the mattress. “Hurts so good. Need more.”

“I said let go.” Eli refused to relent.

Alanso shivered beneath him now, in ecstasy and maybe some pain from the intensity of their sharing. Refusing to be denied, Eli rolled to his side. He tipped Alanso with him, still joined. His hand roamed down the solid slab of his friend’s chest, pausing to tug on the piercings that decorated his nipples.

Alanso shouted Eli’s name.

“What do you want, amigo?” He walked his hand lower, all the while still plowing into Alanso from behind. The flex of his abs began to burn at the awkward angle and he knew he couldn’t keep it up forever. Luckily, neither of them would need very long. “This?”

His fingers closed around Alanso’s cock. The moment they did, the smaller man howled. He f*cked forward into Eli’s fist. His ass grew tighter, practically strangling Eli’s cock.

“Yes. Yes,” Eli chanted. “Come for me. Let me watch you shoot while I’m f*cking buried in you. Deep as I can get.”

He aimed the head of Alanso’s cock at the man’s tattoo-covered chest. He wanted proof that his lover enjoyed their f*cking as much, or more, than he did. And Al didn’t disappoint.

Alanso roared Eli’s name.

He stiffened in Cobra’s arms until he might have shattered.

And then he did. His ass locked over Eli’s erection and the first jet of come launched from his cock. Instead of the target Eli had intended—his pecs—he overshot the landing pad, spraying Eli on the chin and across his smile.

Alanso stared at him with wide eyes as he spasmed, adding to the mess on Eli’s lips.

Making sure neither of them would ever forget this moment or how fully he pledged himself to the man coming apart in his arms, Eli opened his mouth. He swiped a droplet from the corner of his lips with his tongue and ingested the silky substance.

The taste of Alanso, and the utter devotion in the man’s stare, combined to trigger his own orgasm. He crushed his mouth over Alanso’s as best he could given the angle. Somehow they made it work. They were meant to fit together.

Their tongues parried as Eli filled Alanso’s ass with gush after gush of come.

And still Alanso’s cock jerked, as if the pleasure Eli pumped into him enhanced his lingering climax. He shook and cursed until fluid dribbled from his sated cock, as though it wished it had more to pump out.

Insatiable, Eli speared into the steaming, now sloppy paradise he claimed a few more times, until all of his strength leeched away along with doubt, fear and delays.

This is what he’d been made for.

“Cobra,” Alanso whispered.

“Yeah?” He shivered when their positions and his softening cock meant he slipped free of Alanso’s body sooner than he would have liked.

“That was…everything.” His respiration remained uneven and labored.

“For me too.” Eli traced the streaks of come on Alanso’s ripped abdomen. He smeared them over the ridges and valleys of muscle there before lifting his fingers to his friend’s lips. The smaller man didn’t hesitate before taking them into his mouth and suckling them like a pacifier.

“This is the beginning, Alanso. Another start,” Eli whispered against his lover’s neck, just below the small spacer in his earlobe. “I promise you, no matter where the road leads from here, we’ll drive it together. I will never leave you.”

“Hot Rods for life.” Alanso nodded and smiled, a little shy and a lot hopeful.

“Hell yeah,” Eli agreed.

Just then Pitbull’s “Secret Admirer” warred with AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds” as Cobra and Alanso got synchronized texts.

“Sally!” Alanso cried out. “Not bad news. Not now.”

“No.” Eli refused to believe that. Especially when he knew her so well. “She’s really f*cking early. She had to have set a speeding record in at least one of those states. Driving like a bat out of hell.”

He reached across Alanso to retrieve his phone and punch in a response to Joe’s note telling them to stand down and wait. The crew had Eli and Alanso’s girl. It was going to be a long two weeks before they gave her back.

At least Cobra had Alanso to help him relax.

“Tell Joe to go ahead and spank her after all.” Alanso’s eyes drifted shut as relief mingled with exhaustion.

It’d been one hell of a day for them all.

As sunlight spilled into their nest, Eli smiled and burrowed close to his right-hand man. “I’ll save that for us. All of us. When she comes home. We’ll be ready and waiting.”

“I do love you, cabrón.” Alanso smirked without opening his eyes.

“Then shut up and let me sleep.” Eli didn’t have to wait more than ten seconds before light snores lulled him into dreamland. When Alanso snuffled and snugged closer, he knew the other man understood, if not heard, his drowsy whisper, “I love you too. I always have.”