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archetTitle: Angels Ain’t Easy
Author: Archet
Pairing: OMC Jody McKinnon/Matt Hawkes
Fandom: High Mountain Rangers
Summary: a story of falling in love, figuring things out and just holding on.
Disclaimer: I did not create the High Mountain Ranger character/s, only this fic and the Original Male Character, Jody McKinnon, and any other original characters in supporting roles. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: this fic is set in 1989, approximately a year and a half after the events of the final episode of High Mountain Rangers. There will be no acknowledgment of the events of the spin-off show Jesse Hawkes.
Note: this fic takes place a little over four months after Bad Luck, Bad Guys and High Mountain Rangers and is a sequel to that fic, so reading that first is recommended.
Additional: this fic will depict same sex relationships. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Warnings this chapter: graphic sexual situations, rough sex (nothing heavy)
****Additional notes at end of chapter****
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Chapter 6: The Angel
Pulling his keys out from his jeans pocket, Jody grinned as Matt paused beside him, and stood staring at the new Chevy pick-up truck parked at the end of the walkway. Glossy black paint gleamed in the moonlight, and a sliver stripe at the bottom of the Chevy’s frame lent it a lean aspect. Stepping off the walkway, Jody leaned forearms on the lip of the truck’s back bed, keys dangling from his fingertips, and enjoyed Matt’s reaction.
“Wow, sweet ride. Silverado?” Matt asked.
Nodding, Jody looked across the body of the truck, at the touch of moonlight against Matt’s bright hair, silvered in the night.
“Yep. 1990 Silverado 1500 Z71, step-side. Got it this morning. Decided I didn’t want to keep driving a rental around.”
Matt reached out and trailed fingers across the sleek paint. “Let me guess, black is your favorite color.”
Jody smiled, half laughing. “Is it that obvious?”
Tilting his head, Matt smiled back. “Little bit.” He looked admiringly up and down the Silverado.
Jody’s smile deepened. “You gonna make out with it, or get in it?”
Ducking his head, Matt tipped a crooked grin up at Jody through the bright night. “Let’s go.”
They climbed in the truck wordlessly, and as Jody fitted the key in the ignition, turned it, and the engine purred to life, Matt aimed an approving grin at him.
“Nice.”
Flipping on the headlights, Jody fastened his seat belt, smirking as he shifted the truck into drive. Turning in his seat, he peered through the back window, and backed out of the parking space.
“It better be, for what it cost.”
Matt gave him a sympathetic nod, and pulling his seat belt across his lap, snapped it closed. He sat back and gave Jody concise instructions as how to get to his place, his cabin, and Jody piloted the truck out onto the moonlit road. The calm that had settled over them both as they’d admired his new ride abated, rolling back like the ocean from the shore. In its wake desire flooded back in, a dark tide of need, a renewal of the nerves and anticipation that’d consumed them when they’d laid hands on one another in the station.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the road, Jody became hyper aware of Matt beside him, separated only by the truck’s center console. His boy was fidgeting in his seat, running those long fingered hands up and down the denim stretched tight over his thighs, now and then lifting a hand to brush his hair back. More than once he absent-mindedly pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips, as if chasing the memory of Jody’s mouth pressed there.
Jody fastened his eyes on the strip of road ahead illuminated by the headlights, and tightened his fingers around the wheel.
“Stop that.”
Matt stilled, and the glow of the dashboard lights lit his face gently as he turned, brow furrowed, head tilted.
“Stop touching yourself or I swear, I’m gonna pull over and take you by the side of the fucking road.”
Tone grating out much gruffer than intended, Jody offered a smile, hoping to soften the moment, but just like his words, his smile felt too sharp, and he sensed the tenuous grip he had on his control slowly unraveling. He was ready to devour his ranger in one hard, rough go, and he guessed that showed on his face judging from Matt’s reaction… the surprised lift of brows, eyes going wide before Matt pressed his lips together on a smile of his own.
There came the hint of a tilted smirk as Matt looked over at Jody from under his lashes.
“Sorry,” he offered contritely, and seeming to take Jody’s promise entirely seriously, laced his fingers together in his lap, and sat back in his seat.
Little shit knows exactly what he’s doing.
Jody suppressed a chuckle, feeling some of his tension ease. His boy was just too beautiful, just the perfect mix of sweet and sly when it suited him. Retaining a tight focus on keeping the truck aligned on the twisting, looping mountain road, they traveled the remaining distance in silence, until Matt pointed to a another road branching off from the one on which they traveled.
“Turn here.”
Jody swung the wheel, realizing as the truck’s big, lugged tires crunched on gravel that it wasn’t actually a paved road they were on, but a well maintained track, climbing up the side of the mountain. They entered a thick wood, trees as dark shapes in the night through which moonlight filtered down in diffused beams. He spotted the glimmer of electric lights through the trees, and soon he was pulling the truck alongside the front of a modest wood cabin. Looking it over, Jody shifted the truck into park, and shut off the engine.
Rectangular in shape, the cabin had a tin-top front porch spanning its length, and cedar shake shingled roof, highlighted by the light of the full moon. Thick, knotty pine logs supported the porch roof, and mounted beside the heavy wooden front door, a light in the shape of an old fashioned lantern cast a blossom of brilliance over the entryway. Cheery yellow light glowed from the inside two of the windows, Matt having left a light on, welcoming them home.
“This is nice,” Jody said, smiling a little, because of course, his mountain boy would live in a cabin like this, tucked away from town where he could just step out his front door and go skiing, or hiking, but still be just a short drive from the station.
Next to him, Matt released his seat belt. “Yeah. It’s been in my family for years, on my mom’s side. We lived here a while after she and my dad split, until she moved us back to town.”
After a beat spent just looking at the cabin, Matt asked, “You gonna spend all night staring at it, or you gonna come inside?”
Jody chuckled as Matt waited with a lopsided smirk and raised brow. Reaching out, Jody curled fingers under Matt’s chin, and brushed his thumb over warm, full lips. They parted at Jody’s touch, Matt drawing in a swift breath.
So fucking responsive.
“Yes, baby. I’m coming inside.”
Matt didn’t move until Jody released him, and together they exited the truck. Matt made a beeline for the cabin, fishing keys out from his jacket pocket. Jody spent a brief moment steadying himself with one hand on the door of the Silverado, cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He took a breath, released it, and followed. By the time Matt had his keys out, and was pushing one into the door’s lock, Jody was behind him.
Under the lantern’s light, Matt’s hair was back to gold, and Jody decided this suited him much better than the pale moonlight. He was golden, in form and function, a brilliant blend of strength, smart-mouthed confidence, and sweet-boy loveliness. Jody ached to have him.
Jody slid his arms around Matt’s waist, delighting in the soft, startled sound that greeted his touch. He curved his body around Matt, and tilting his head, buried his in nose in the soft curling hair at Matt’s nape. Jody breathed him in detecting the intermingled, clean scents of citrus and cedar, and something more, something Jody couldn’t name except to know that it was just Matt.
Tightening his arms, Jody hummed as he lowered his mouth to bare skin. He laid a kiss there, and pressing his hips forward, let Matt feel his hard prick. Let his boy know what was coming to him. Matt released a heavy breath, and putting a hand out against the wooden door, shivered in the wrap of Jody’s arms.
Smiling, releasing a warm breath over the skin he’d tasted, Jody brought his lips close to Matt’s ear.
“Gonna ruin you for any other cock.”
Matt groaned, blonde head falling back against Jody’s shoulder. Turning his face into Jody’s neck, he rasped, “Jody, fuck, yes,” and shivered again.
Jody tightened his embrace, squeezing hard, relishing Matt’s immediate responsiveness. Taking up where Matt left off, he reached out and twisted the key in the doorknob, popping open the lock. One arm still cinched around Matt’s waist, he turned the knob and pushed the door open, guiding Matt inside. Once over the threshold, Jody reached back and slammed the door shut. He stilled as Matt suddenly pivoted, sliding arms around his neck and pressing close. Matt’s fingers pushed up into his hair, and hauled him down into a needful kiss.
Their lips slanted together, the hot contact calling harder hunger forth, and it flowed from one into the other, a ceaseless current. Mouths melded closing the circuit, lighting them up inside with heat and need. Jody growled as Matt pushed inside, his clever tongue stroking over Jody’s own, and along the roof of his mouth. Every aggressive swipe sent pleasure sparking through Jody’s body, fizzing along every nerve.
Jody let Matt take what he wanted, until the inconvenient need to breathe parted them. Their chests rose and fell together, and Jody stared at Matt’s mouth, his full lips red, swollen. Looking into Matt’s eyes, Jody smoothed hands down the line of his back, over the warm suede of his jacket, and then lower, putting both hands on the round curve of his ass. Jody curled his fingers in hard, almost unkindly, massaging Matt’s ass through his jeans, grinning wolfishly as Matt groaned, as his lashes fluttered in an effort to keep his eyes open and locked with Jody’s.
Jody flexed his arms, lifting Matt against him. He rocked his hips, grinding their groins together. Matt rocked back into his hands, sensual, needful in his arms.
“My sweet boy.”
Matt moaned at the praise, a low, aching expression of pleasure, and closed his hands over Jody’s shoulders, finding an anchoring hold. Jody felt the shape of Matt’s strong fingers digging in through his leather jacket, and he gripped Matt’s ass even harder through the denim, returning the favor. Matt whimpered, tossing his head, blonde hair falling over his brow as he bucked in Jody’s grip, the stormy jade of his dilated eyes blown back until there was barely a sliver of green left visible.
Jody continued to relentlessly knead. “That’s it, sweetheart. Gonna make this ass mine tonight.”
Jody flexed his fingers, driving home his words. Like Matt, who pulled himself up ropes from cliff faces, and scaled mountainsides for a living, Jody had incredibly strong hands. By the time he was done there’d likely be bruising on Matt’s ass. Marks Jody had laid down.
“Do you understand, baby?”
Jody could see the effort it took for Matt to formulate a verbal reply.
“I understand.”
Proud of his boy, that Matt had sensed Jody wanted his words, his voice, Jody freed one hand and glided it up Matt’s spine, up the back of his neck and into his hair. He pulled Matt in, and pushed his tongue inside Matt’s mouth. Matt moaned, opening, freely giving of himself. The sense of a kind of completion hit Jody, even as he roughened the kiss, pushing for more, chasing his continuous hunger for the man in his arms.
This is where Matt belonged, held safe in Jody’s arms, under his mouth, and soon, on his cock. Jody gloried in this truth, in the knowing of it, in the taste of Matt’s willing, desperate consent to it. Growling with the contrasting surges of both satisfaction, and spiraling desire, into Matt’s mouth, Jody felt something lock into place inside him. Some nameless, living, breathing thing that must have been missing before, before he’d found Matthew Hawkes.
A tremor of understanding passing through him, he pulled off Matt’s mouth, panting. He was fast approaching the limit of his tolerance and control. He needed to get Matt prepped and under him, very soon. Wrapping his arms around Matt, he kissed his temple, tasting the salt of his warm skin.
“Bedroom, baby. Right now.”
Matt nodded, so sweetly obliging, his soft hair brushing Jody’s lips with the motion. With difficultly, Jody released him. He watched as Matt gathered himself, grinned crookedly, and tipped his head toward the back of the cabin. Jody grinned back, and followed as Matt led the way through the home. He noticed little of the interior, having eyes only for his tousled ranger. They passed from the living room with its wide, stone fireplace, into a small, but airy, kitchen. Off the kitchen ran a narrow hallway, at the end of which stood a partially closed door.
Matt pushed on the door and it swung open. He went inside, and a step behind, Jody crossed the threshold. The bedroom was shadowed and striped in bars of moonlight flowing in through the wood slats of blinds hanging over a set of double windows. Beneath the windows stood a large bed, covered by a striped quilt with a couple pillows arranged crookedly at its head.
Matt paused by the bed, waiting. Heart pounding, Jody went to him. In the moonlit, filtered darkness hands plucked at clothing, pulled and yanked until they stood bare chested. Jody drew Matt close, kissing him, both gasping into the other’s mouth as bare skin pressed flush against bare skin for the first time. Pulling himself back, Jody lifted a hand to cradle Matt’s cheek.
Brushing his thumb along the line of Matt’s cheekbone, Jody told him, “Turn on a light. I want to see you.”
With the barest pause, Matt nodded. Jody let his hand fall away as Matt turned around, reaching for a lamp sitting on a nightstand by the bed. In the next moment Jody blinked as soft, buttery light bloomed around them. It cast Matt in gold, bright against his blonde hair, warm against his smooth skin. Fingers dropping to his belt, Jody unbuckled it, and then his jeans. Matt’s gaze, roving over the heavy muscles of Jody’s broad chest, dropped down to fix upon Jody’s fingers working the button fly.
Jody smiled. “Take off the rest, Matthew.”
With a slow blink, jarred from his trance, Matt grinned, and got to work, toeing off his shoes and socks, and then stripping out his jeans and boxers without a hint of shyness. Nude in the lamplight, he stood before Jody, eyes gleaming, an almost feverish cast to them. Jody’s breath stalled in his lungs, gaze traveling over the planes of Matt’s bared body.
Matt wasn’t bulked with muscle, but was solidly, finely, sleekly built. His wide, well defined chest, dusted lightly with blonde hair, tapered down to a desperately narrow waist and flat belly. His biceps curved pleasingly with muscle, and his thighs were thick and strong. He had a downhiller skier’s body, built to harness and master the shocking speeds of the breakneck downhill runs, and that no doubt served him well in his chosen career as a ranger. His long, thick cock jutted proudly out from a neatly trimmed patch of curling, dark blond hair, his balls filled and heavy. He was leaking already, the head of his cock dusky, glistening.
Jody’s universe narrowed to this moment, to the beautiful man before him.
“Get on the bed,” he said, and knew the strain was plain in his voice.
As Matt lay down, Jody busied himself with the annoying task of removing his boots, socks and the rest of his clothes. He hurriedly stripped off, kicking everything aside, and was met with the stunning sight of Matt, golden, laid out on the bed, waiting. Matt’s eyes went very dark and very wide as he stared at Jody, at his heavy, thick, dusky cock. Jody knew himself to be a large man, and he was everywhere in proportion, and he stood tall for a long moment, letting Matt take it in, letting Matt understand what was coming to him.
Biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, grappling to maintain control, Jody knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he covered Matt’s body with his own. He was welcomed with eager, warm hands mapping over his chest as their bodies aligned, stroking over the muscles of his broad back as Jody settled down. Bracing himself with one hand by Matt’s side, Jody lifted up, and reaching between them, wrapped a hand around both their cocks, bumping, sliding them together.
Matt’s head slammed back against the pillow, his hands clutching at Jody’s biceps. He spread his legs wider, knees pulling up, planting his feet against the mattress as he thrust eagerly up into the loose curl of Jody’s hand. Bowing his head, dark hair falling as a curtain around his face, Jody opened his mouth and bit down on the vulnerable join where Matt’s neck met his shoulder.
Matt’s hips jerked up as he moaned, a low, lush sound vibrating between them. Tightening his jaw Jody bit down with more force, sucking hard at Matt’s flesh. Keeping his fingers curled loosely around their shafts, he rode with Matt’s rocking hips as he worked his mouth, tempering pleasure with a hint of pain. Easing the pressure of the bite, Jody pulled away before inflicting true discomfort, swiping his tongue over the red mark he’d made, soothing its sting. Matt closed his eyes, long lashes curling against his flushed cheeks, his bright hair falling back from his face.
He was so very lovely.
Not wanting to bring them off too soon, Jody released their straining cocks, and planting both hands against the quilt on either side of Matt, ground down against him. He growled in approval as Matt moaned, lifting his hips to meet the hungry press of Jody’s body, gripping Jody’s flexing biceps. Matt curled his long legs around Jody’s hips as their cocks bumped and bobbed between them, and Jody groaned at the lightning bolts of pleasure striking down his spine, going straight to his cock.
Matt’s eyes opened, and he looked up at Jody, dark-eyed and desperate. “Jody, please, I’m close.”
Jody kissed him without finesse or regard for gentleness, thrusting his tongue into Matt’s sweet, pleading mouth. He moaned into Matt’s heat as he felt the blunt nails of Matt’s fingers sinking into his skin. Pulling away, he reached down and fitted his cock with the narrow crease where Matt’s thigh met his hip. He greedily rubbed himself up and down the indention, smearing pre-cum over Matt’s skin.
The stimulation wasn’t enough to get Jody off, but it sent waves of pleasure pulsing through to his core. He kissed Matt again; hard and consuming, nipping his bottom lip sharply as they broke apart to breathe. Matt whimpered, arched up against him, and pulled at him, insisting on more.
Jody obliged, tonguing his mouth with rough abandon until he pulled off, panting. Beneath him Matt was a living, dancing flame, grinding up, gasping each time his hard shaft slid against Jody’s heated skin. His eyes were heavy, barely held open under his long lashes as he moved, holding onto Jody. His tangled hair was becoming sweat soaked around his temples, and his mouth looked used, red and swollen.
“Look at me.”
Jody’s growling command left no room for argument, and he waited until Matt got his eyes fully open.
“You will not come until I’m inside you. Do you understand, angel?”
A shiver vibrated through Matt’s frame, and Jody smiled down at him. “Tell me.”
Licking bitten lips, Matt breathed out, “I understand.”
Jody dipped his head, and nuzzling against Matt’s throat, used the moment to gather the shreds of his control.
“That’s my angel.”
Jody groaned as Matt’s legs tightened around him, as Matt’s hands trailed up and down the sweat slick line of his back, giving him a moment to collect himself. He nudged under Matt’s jaw, kissing and nipping at the fevered skin there, and as Matt tilted his head back, bared his throat, Jody growled and laid down a row of biting kisses that he soothed with this lips and tongue. Turning his head aside, he rubbed his beard against the marked flesh; relishing Matt’s sharp, shuddering breaths beneath him.
Jody lifted away, smiling indulgently at Matt’s unhappy whine. Matt’s legs uncurled from around him, but he but left them steepled, and Jody kneeled between them. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of Matt’s body, lick and nip his way from crown to toe, but their need left no room for patience, not this first time, anyway. Belatedly realizing the condoms he’d brought were still tucked in the back pocket of his jeans, lying somewhere on the floor at the foot of the bed, Jody swore. Beneath him, Matt was panting raggedly and rocking his hips as if Jody where already inside him, his erect cock leaving glistening lines against his flat belly.
Jody’s restraint cracking, crumbling in the face of such beauty, he asked, “Condoms. Lube?” He could barely get the words out through the pervading haze of want.
Matt stretched out an arm toward the nightstand wordlessly, and kissing the inside of Matt’s raised knee, Jody shifted over, reached out and pulled open the nightstand’s drawer. Inside he found an unopened box of condoms, and a full tube of lube. He grinned. His boy had prepared.
Grabbing the supplies, he also snared one the pillows, and settled back between Matt’s legs. Cock straining, balls heavy, Matt lay with his arms on either side of him, palms down, fingers curled into the quilt. He was breathing in and out in a slow, regular rhythm, eyes closed, brow furrowed as if in deep concentration. Jody stilled, recognizing that Matt too, was barely holding on to his control, but something about his pose looked practiced, almost formal as he held back his need.
Someone has taught this to him, and the thought of any man, of anyone, touching Matt had Jody gritting his teeth. He doubted most twenty-four year old males, even rangers, had much interest in the way of orgasm denial. Jody pushed his jealousy aside. It was stupid, neither of them were virgins, and it had no place here between them. He was struck again by Matt’s patient beauty, especially now, in such a vulnerable, exposed pose.
Popping the top open on the lube, Jody edged closer. “Lift your hips, angel.”
Matt’s eyes slid open, and licking his lips, he pressed his arms against the bed and raised his hips. Jody pushed the pillow under his ass, and then with a pat to Matt’s thigh, watched as he lowered back down.
Jody shouldered his way between Matt’s legs. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
Jody squeezed out a generous amount of lube over his fingers, more than was needed, and spread Matt open with one hand. The clenched little furl of muscle Jody wanted to sink into so badly was closed tight, and breathing out a steadying breath, he pressed a slicked finger against the pucker. Matt moaned shakily as Jody watched the tip of his finger press against, and then inside, the clenched muscle. He pushed until his finger was buried up the knuckle, and glanced up to Matt’s face.
Matt had turned his face into his pillow, eyes closed tightly. Jody pushed again, sinking his finger further. Matt’s lips broke apart on a whine, hips jerking.
“Jody! Oh God, please.
“Soon, angel,” Jody rasped, giving Matt a second to acclimate, and then pushed a second finger inside, not stopping at the knuckle this time, but bullying all the way in.
Matt moaned again, a rich, aching sound of need and desperation, his toes curling against the quilt. Jody began pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them as he worked Matt open. He watched, captivated, as the muscle gave way, stretched around his thick fingers, and he trembled with the need to bury himself inside his boy.
“So fucking tight, baby.”
Jody stretched Matt’s hole for another careful interval, before sliding home a third finger. Matt bucked so hard he nearly displaced Jody altogether. He cursed, tossing his head, arching his back and rocking on the fingers filling him. Jody held him steady, one hand clamping down on his hip, and fucked him that way, pushing in and out, stretching him wider.
“Jody! I can’t-I can’t-please!”
The pleading sliced through Jody, and he withdrew his fingers from the hot, tight clench of Matt’s ass.
“Baby,” Jody started, but had to pause and gather his breath. “It’ll be easier for you if I take you from behind, you’re so fucking tight.”
Matt shook his head stubbornly. “Uh-uh. Want you like this. Please. Jody, just fucking get in me!”
Matt somehow making the words both a command, and a broken plea, released Jody from his caution. Reaching for the condom packet, he ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it on. His hands were shaking as he coated the condom with lube, again using far too much but determined to be thorough rather than use too little. Pressing forward, he lifted Matt’s legs, draping them over his arms.
“Grab the headboard. You’re going need something to hold onto,” he warned.
Matt reached out, hands slipping through the wooden slats of the headboard, and as he grabbed hold, Jody guided his cock, lining up against Matt’s slicked hole.
“Angel, I ain’t gonna be able to be gentle,” Jody growled, a final warning.
Looking up at him with trust, and need, and something wild that answered the clamoring call ringing out inside Jody, Matt snapped, “Just fuck me, for Christ’s sakes.”
Jody pushed in, thick, veined cock forcing Matt open, demanding acceptance. Sinking in a few inches before he made himself pause, breath shuttling in and out of his body, Jody threw back his head and moaned. Enfolded in Matt’s perfect heat and tight clench, he fought the instinct to bury his cock in one hard shove.
Matt’s head slammed back again the pillow, cords of his neck standing out, the muscles of his arms straining as his hands clamped down on the headboard. Jody pressed a kiss to the inside of his folded knee, the one that Matt had injured the first time they’d met, and pushed again, grunting as he worked against the tight resistance to his entry. Matt cried out sharply as Jody filled him, and the sound thrilled Jody, sent him driving in deeper until there came the beautiful moment of acceptance, and Matt lay sheathed fully around him, Jody’s heavy balls resting flush against his ass.
“Oh, fuck!” Jody shouted, and they both panted through the blissful, aching moment.
Beneath him, Matt whimpered, and tried rocking on the cock inside him.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck yourself on me,” Jody told him, letting him have a moment.
“Jody!”
His name falling so brokenly from Matt’s lips striking through him like lightening, Jody pulled back until his cockhead rested against Matt’s hole, and then immediately shoved back in with one driving thrust.
Matt cried out, voice breaking as Jody filled him. Their gazes locking together, Jody began fucking, hard, possessive strokes that sent his cock ramming inside. He pushed Matt’s legs up higher, over his shoulders, folding Matt’s body beneath him, and grunted with the effort to screw his dick in as deep as possible with a driving, unavoidable rhythm.
Matt’s moans broke over him, waves breaking against the shore, and Matt’s sweet surrender to his possession ignited Jody’s need, lent it an even hungrier aspect. He growled and fucked harder, glorying in Matt’s voice as it shook and cracked on Jody’s name. Sweat slicked their skin, and there was only the animal drive to sink deeper, a madness breaking open inside Jody, a determination to fuse his body to Matt’s, to drive out the memory of any other man that had ever touched him.
Matt.
His
His ranger.
The slick, wet sound of his cock rhythmically pumping into Matt melded with his grunts as he rode, with Matt’s whimpers as Jody pushed him to the end of his endurance, with the steady squeak of the bed springs beneath them. Jody’s thighs burned, and he moaned, feeling his balls drawing up. He let his head fall back and he fucked, pleasure storming his body, arching higher and higher.
“Come, Matthew! Now!”
Beneath him Matt whimpered, and Jody jerked his head down just in time to watch as Matt shot his load all over his chest, his eyes rolling up, his mouth going slack as climax claimed him.
My beautiful boy.
Jody lost the last of his control, his steady thrusts becoming erratic as he gloried in Matt’s surrender, in the intimate embrace of Matt’s orgasm fluttering around his cock. He drove in, breath stuttering, losing all sense of the world except to know that Matt was his now. Their bodies slotting together as tightly as a key in a lock, Jody felt a truth opening up inside him, and he wanted it, needed it, had been looking for it forever it seemed. With one final ram, his balls tightened up as the bliss pulled from the base of his spine and pulsed down through his cock.
Jody cried out, a guttural growl of satisfaction and joy and utter rightness. Sparks fizzed across his vision, his ass clenching as his seed pushed out into the condom. Orgasm throbbed through him as waves of undulating pleasure and aching completion. The only flaw in the perfect delight was that he was separated from Matt by the condom, but then even that was washed away in the rolling, cresting sweetness.
There came a moment, some time later, where Jody tried to move, but couldn’t find the will, and so he lay cocooned in warmth and contentment. He lay still until his breathing slowed, and his heart felt less likely to pound out of his chest. A slow, trailing touch moved up and down his back, caressing his sweat slicked skin, and he registered the steady rise and fall of Matt’s chest against his, the faint thump of Matt’s heartbeat under him. A moment after that, he realized he was likely crushing the life out of his lover.
His lover.
Taking a breath, Jody rose up, lifting some of his weight off, realizing that somewhere in the aftermath, he’d slipped from Matt’s body. Already missing the tight, sweet connection, he looked down into Matt’s smiling face. Hair a wreck, a wonderful flush still standing high on his cheekbones, Matt had just been waiting for Jody to come back to earth. The smile slanted, tipped into a crooked grin.
“You all right?” Matt asked, his voice a wonderful rasp.
Realizing the reason for the rasp, Jody grinned back helplessly. “I’m fucking fantastic. You?”
Matt’s smile deepened, and tipping his head back against the pillow, looked up at Jody through his long, dark lashes. “Ditto.”
Jody raised a brow, lips curling up, completely, irrevocably charmed. “Ditto?”
Matt nodded. “Yep. Ditto.”
Jody kissed him, kissed his way into Matt’s welcoming warmth as those long legs wrapped around him, as Matt held him safe in the cradle of his body.
They pulled part, but only as far as to brush their lips together, a slow, sweet rub. After a minute or so, Jody drew back, intending to take a little more of his weight off Matt, but Matt retained the wrap of his legs, holding Jody in tight. Jody stilled, remembering how strong his ranger was, and let himself settle back down.
“Will you stay? Stay the night?” Matt asked quietly, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes.
Jody smiled, unsure where the fuck Matt had gotten the idea that he had even the slightest notion of leaving Matt’s bed until morning, and maybe not even then.
Jody brushed sweat darkened hair back from Matt’s temple. “I’d love to, angel.”
And he did.
***Additional notes***
Uhhh...nothing much to say, except, I'm exhausted!
Author: Archet
Pairing: OMC Jody McKinnon/Matt Hawkes
Fandom: High Mountain Rangers
Summary: a story of falling in love, figuring things out and just holding on.
Disclaimer: I did not create the High Mountain Ranger character/s, only this fic and the Original Male Character, Jody McKinnon, and any other original characters in supporting roles. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: this fic is set in 1989, approximately a year and a half after the events of the final episode of High Mountain Rangers. There will be no acknowledgment of the events of the spin-off show Jesse Hawkes.
Note: this fic takes place a little over four months after Bad Luck, Bad Guys and High Mountain Rangers and is a sequel to that fic, so reading that first is recommended.
Additional: this fic will depict same sex relationships. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Warnings this chapter: graphic sexual situations, rough sex (nothing heavy)
****Additional notes at end of chapter****
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Chapter 6: The Angel
Pulling his keys out from his jeans pocket, Jody grinned as Matt paused beside him, and stood staring at the new Chevy pick-up truck parked at the end of the walkway. Glossy black paint gleamed in the moonlight, and a sliver stripe at the bottom of the Chevy’s frame lent it a lean aspect. Stepping off the walkway, Jody leaned forearms on the lip of the truck’s back bed, keys dangling from his fingertips, and enjoyed Matt’s reaction.
“Wow, sweet ride. Silverado?” Matt asked.
Nodding, Jody looked across the body of the truck, at the touch of moonlight against Matt’s bright hair, silvered in the night.
“Yep. 1990 Silverado 1500 Z71, step-side. Got it this morning. Decided I didn’t want to keep driving a rental around.”
Matt reached out and trailed fingers across the sleek paint. “Let me guess, black is your favorite color.”
Jody smiled, half laughing. “Is it that obvious?”
Tilting his head, Matt smiled back. “Little bit.” He looked admiringly up and down the Silverado.
Jody’s smile deepened. “You gonna make out with it, or get in it?”
Ducking his head, Matt tipped a crooked grin up at Jody through the bright night. “Let’s go.”
They climbed in the truck wordlessly, and as Jody fitted the key in the ignition, turned it, and the engine purred to life, Matt aimed an approving grin at him.
“Nice.”
Flipping on the headlights, Jody fastened his seat belt, smirking as he shifted the truck into drive. Turning in his seat, he peered through the back window, and backed out of the parking space.
“It better be, for what it cost.”
Matt gave him a sympathetic nod, and pulling his seat belt across his lap, snapped it closed. He sat back and gave Jody concise instructions as how to get to his place, his cabin, and Jody piloted the truck out onto the moonlit road. The calm that had settled over them both as they’d admired his new ride abated, rolling back like the ocean from the shore. In its wake desire flooded back in, a dark tide of need, a renewal of the nerves and anticipation that’d consumed them when they’d laid hands on one another in the station.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the road, Jody became hyper aware of Matt beside him, separated only by the truck’s center console. His boy was fidgeting in his seat, running those long fingered hands up and down the denim stretched tight over his thighs, now and then lifting a hand to brush his hair back. More than once he absent-mindedly pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips, as if chasing the memory of Jody’s mouth pressed there.
Jody fastened his eyes on the strip of road ahead illuminated by the headlights, and tightened his fingers around the wheel.
“Stop that.”
Matt stilled, and the glow of the dashboard lights lit his face gently as he turned, brow furrowed, head tilted.
“Stop touching yourself or I swear, I’m gonna pull over and take you by the side of the fucking road.”
Tone grating out much gruffer than intended, Jody offered a smile, hoping to soften the moment, but just like his words, his smile felt too sharp, and he sensed the tenuous grip he had on his control slowly unraveling. He was ready to devour his ranger in one hard, rough go, and he guessed that showed on his face judging from Matt’s reaction… the surprised lift of brows, eyes going wide before Matt pressed his lips together on a smile of his own.
There came the hint of a tilted smirk as Matt looked over at Jody from under his lashes.
“Sorry,” he offered contritely, and seeming to take Jody’s promise entirely seriously, laced his fingers together in his lap, and sat back in his seat.
Little shit knows exactly what he’s doing.
Jody suppressed a chuckle, feeling some of his tension ease. His boy was just too beautiful, just the perfect mix of sweet and sly when it suited him. Retaining a tight focus on keeping the truck aligned on the twisting, looping mountain road, they traveled the remaining distance in silence, until Matt pointed to a another road branching off from the one on which they traveled.
“Turn here.”
Jody swung the wheel, realizing as the truck’s big, lugged tires crunched on gravel that it wasn’t actually a paved road they were on, but a well maintained track, climbing up the side of the mountain. They entered a thick wood, trees as dark shapes in the night through which moonlight filtered down in diffused beams. He spotted the glimmer of electric lights through the trees, and soon he was pulling the truck alongside the front of a modest wood cabin. Looking it over, Jody shifted the truck into park, and shut off the engine.
Rectangular in shape, the cabin had a tin-top front porch spanning its length, and cedar shake shingled roof, highlighted by the light of the full moon. Thick, knotty pine logs supported the porch roof, and mounted beside the heavy wooden front door, a light in the shape of an old fashioned lantern cast a blossom of brilliance over the entryway. Cheery yellow light glowed from the inside two of the windows, Matt having left a light on, welcoming them home.
“This is nice,” Jody said, smiling a little, because of course, his mountain boy would live in a cabin like this, tucked away from town where he could just step out his front door and go skiing, or hiking, but still be just a short drive from the station.
Next to him, Matt released his seat belt. “Yeah. It’s been in my family for years, on my mom’s side. We lived here a while after she and my dad split, until she moved us back to town.”
After a beat spent just looking at the cabin, Matt asked, “You gonna spend all night staring at it, or you gonna come inside?”
Jody chuckled as Matt waited with a lopsided smirk and raised brow. Reaching out, Jody curled fingers under Matt’s chin, and brushed his thumb over warm, full lips. They parted at Jody’s touch, Matt drawing in a swift breath.
So fucking responsive.
“Yes, baby. I’m coming inside.”
Matt didn’t move until Jody released him, and together they exited the truck. Matt made a beeline for the cabin, fishing keys out from his jacket pocket. Jody spent a brief moment steadying himself with one hand on the door of the Silverado, cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He took a breath, released it, and followed. By the time Matt had his keys out, and was pushing one into the door’s lock, Jody was behind him.
Under the lantern’s light, Matt’s hair was back to gold, and Jody decided this suited him much better than the pale moonlight. He was golden, in form and function, a brilliant blend of strength, smart-mouthed confidence, and sweet-boy loveliness. Jody ached to have him.
Jody slid his arms around Matt’s waist, delighting in the soft, startled sound that greeted his touch. He curved his body around Matt, and tilting his head, buried his in nose in the soft curling hair at Matt’s nape. Jody breathed him in detecting the intermingled, clean scents of citrus and cedar, and something more, something Jody couldn’t name except to know that it was just Matt.
Tightening his arms, Jody hummed as he lowered his mouth to bare skin. He laid a kiss there, and pressing his hips forward, let Matt feel his hard prick. Let his boy know what was coming to him. Matt released a heavy breath, and putting a hand out against the wooden door, shivered in the wrap of Jody’s arms.
Smiling, releasing a warm breath over the skin he’d tasted, Jody brought his lips close to Matt’s ear.
“Gonna ruin you for any other cock.”
Matt groaned, blonde head falling back against Jody’s shoulder. Turning his face into Jody’s neck, he rasped, “Jody, fuck, yes,” and shivered again.
Jody tightened his embrace, squeezing hard, relishing Matt’s immediate responsiveness. Taking up where Matt left off, he reached out and twisted the key in the doorknob, popping open the lock. One arm still cinched around Matt’s waist, he turned the knob and pushed the door open, guiding Matt inside. Once over the threshold, Jody reached back and slammed the door shut. He stilled as Matt suddenly pivoted, sliding arms around his neck and pressing close. Matt’s fingers pushed up into his hair, and hauled him down into a needful kiss.
Their lips slanted together, the hot contact calling harder hunger forth, and it flowed from one into the other, a ceaseless current. Mouths melded closing the circuit, lighting them up inside with heat and need. Jody growled as Matt pushed inside, his clever tongue stroking over Jody’s own, and along the roof of his mouth. Every aggressive swipe sent pleasure sparking through Jody’s body, fizzing along every nerve.
Jody let Matt take what he wanted, until the inconvenient need to breathe parted them. Their chests rose and fell together, and Jody stared at Matt’s mouth, his full lips red, swollen. Looking into Matt’s eyes, Jody smoothed hands down the line of his back, over the warm suede of his jacket, and then lower, putting both hands on the round curve of his ass. Jody curled his fingers in hard, almost unkindly, massaging Matt’s ass through his jeans, grinning wolfishly as Matt groaned, as his lashes fluttered in an effort to keep his eyes open and locked with Jody’s.
Jody flexed his arms, lifting Matt against him. He rocked his hips, grinding their groins together. Matt rocked back into his hands, sensual, needful in his arms.
“My sweet boy.”
Matt moaned at the praise, a low, aching expression of pleasure, and closed his hands over Jody’s shoulders, finding an anchoring hold. Jody felt the shape of Matt’s strong fingers digging in through his leather jacket, and he gripped Matt’s ass even harder through the denim, returning the favor. Matt whimpered, tossing his head, blonde hair falling over his brow as he bucked in Jody’s grip, the stormy jade of his dilated eyes blown back until there was barely a sliver of green left visible.
Jody continued to relentlessly knead. “That’s it, sweetheart. Gonna make this ass mine tonight.”
Jody flexed his fingers, driving home his words. Like Matt, who pulled himself up ropes from cliff faces, and scaled mountainsides for a living, Jody had incredibly strong hands. By the time he was done there’d likely be bruising on Matt’s ass. Marks Jody had laid down.
“Do you understand, baby?”
Jody could see the effort it took for Matt to formulate a verbal reply.
“I understand.”
Proud of his boy, that Matt had sensed Jody wanted his words, his voice, Jody freed one hand and glided it up Matt’s spine, up the back of his neck and into his hair. He pulled Matt in, and pushed his tongue inside Matt’s mouth. Matt moaned, opening, freely giving of himself. The sense of a kind of completion hit Jody, even as he roughened the kiss, pushing for more, chasing his continuous hunger for the man in his arms.
This is where Matt belonged, held safe in Jody’s arms, under his mouth, and soon, on his cock. Jody gloried in this truth, in the knowing of it, in the taste of Matt’s willing, desperate consent to it. Growling with the contrasting surges of both satisfaction, and spiraling desire, into Matt’s mouth, Jody felt something lock into place inside him. Some nameless, living, breathing thing that must have been missing before, before he’d found Matthew Hawkes.
A tremor of understanding passing through him, he pulled off Matt’s mouth, panting. He was fast approaching the limit of his tolerance and control. He needed to get Matt prepped and under him, very soon. Wrapping his arms around Matt, he kissed his temple, tasting the salt of his warm skin.
“Bedroom, baby. Right now.”
Matt nodded, so sweetly obliging, his soft hair brushing Jody’s lips with the motion. With difficultly, Jody released him. He watched as Matt gathered himself, grinned crookedly, and tipped his head toward the back of the cabin. Jody grinned back, and followed as Matt led the way through the home. He noticed little of the interior, having eyes only for his tousled ranger. They passed from the living room with its wide, stone fireplace, into a small, but airy, kitchen. Off the kitchen ran a narrow hallway, at the end of which stood a partially closed door.
Matt pushed on the door and it swung open. He went inside, and a step behind, Jody crossed the threshold. The bedroom was shadowed and striped in bars of moonlight flowing in through the wood slats of blinds hanging over a set of double windows. Beneath the windows stood a large bed, covered by a striped quilt with a couple pillows arranged crookedly at its head.
Matt paused by the bed, waiting. Heart pounding, Jody went to him. In the moonlit, filtered darkness hands plucked at clothing, pulled and yanked until they stood bare chested. Jody drew Matt close, kissing him, both gasping into the other’s mouth as bare skin pressed flush against bare skin for the first time. Pulling himself back, Jody lifted a hand to cradle Matt’s cheek.
Brushing his thumb along the line of Matt’s cheekbone, Jody told him, “Turn on a light. I want to see you.”
With the barest pause, Matt nodded. Jody let his hand fall away as Matt turned around, reaching for a lamp sitting on a nightstand by the bed. In the next moment Jody blinked as soft, buttery light bloomed around them. It cast Matt in gold, bright against his blonde hair, warm against his smooth skin. Fingers dropping to his belt, Jody unbuckled it, and then his jeans. Matt’s gaze, roving over the heavy muscles of Jody’s broad chest, dropped down to fix upon Jody’s fingers working the button fly.
Jody smiled. “Take off the rest, Matthew.”
With a slow blink, jarred from his trance, Matt grinned, and got to work, toeing off his shoes and socks, and then stripping out his jeans and boxers without a hint of shyness. Nude in the lamplight, he stood before Jody, eyes gleaming, an almost feverish cast to them. Jody’s breath stalled in his lungs, gaze traveling over the planes of Matt’s bared body.
Matt wasn’t bulked with muscle, but was solidly, finely, sleekly built. His wide, well defined chest, dusted lightly with blonde hair, tapered down to a desperately narrow waist and flat belly. His biceps curved pleasingly with muscle, and his thighs were thick and strong. He had a downhiller skier’s body, built to harness and master the shocking speeds of the breakneck downhill runs, and that no doubt served him well in his chosen career as a ranger. His long, thick cock jutted proudly out from a neatly trimmed patch of curling, dark blond hair, his balls filled and heavy. He was leaking already, the head of his cock dusky, glistening.
Jody’s universe narrowed to this moment, to the beautiful man before him.
“Get on the bed,” he said, and knew the strain was plain in his voice.
As Matt lay down, Jody busied himself with the annoying task of removing his boots, socks and the rest of his clothes. He hurriedly stripped off, kicking everything aside, and was met with the stunning sight of Matt, golden, laid out on the bed, waiting. Matt’s eyes went very dark and very wide as he stared at Jody, at his heavy, thick, dusky cock. Jody knew himself to be a large man, and he was everywhere in proportion, and he stood tall for a long moment, letting Matt take it in, letting Matt understand what was coming to him.
Biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, grappling to maintain control, Jody knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he covered Matt’s body with his own. He was welcomed with eager, warm hands mapping over his chest as their bodies aligned, stroking over the muscles of his broad back as Jody settled down. Bracing himself with one hand by Matt’s side, Jody lifted up, and reaching between them, wrapped a hand around both their cocks, bumping, sliding them together.
Matt’s head slammed back against the pillow, his hands clutching at Jody’s biceps. He spread his legs wider, knees pulling up, planting his feet against the mattress as he thrust eagerly up into the loose curl of Jody’s hand. Bowing his head, dark hair falling as a curtain around his face, Jody opened his mouth and bit down on the vulnerable join where Matt’s neck met his shoulder.
Matt’s hips jerked up as he moaned, a low, lush sound vibrating between them. Tightening his jaw Jody bit down with more force, sucking hard at Matt’s flesh. Keeping his fingers curled loosely around their shafts, he rode with Matt’s rocking hips as he worked his mouth, tempering pleasure with a hint of pain. Easing the pressure of the bite, Jody pulled away before inflicting true discomfort, swiping his tongue over the red mark he’d made, soothing its sting. Matt closed his eyes, long lashes curling against his flushed cheeks, his bright hair falling back from his face.
He was so very lovely.
Not wanting to bring them off too soon, Jody released their straining cocks, and planting both hands against the quilt on either side of Matt, ground down against him. He growled in approval as Matt moaned, lifting his hips to meet the hungry press of Jody’s body, gripping Jody’s flexing biceps. Matt curled his long legs around Jody’s hips as their cocks bumped and bobbed between them, and Jody groaned at the lightning bolts of pleasure striking down his spine, going straight to his cock.
Matt’s eyes opened, and he looked up at Jody, dark-eyed and desperate. “Jody, please, I’m close.”
Jody kissed him without finesse or regard for gentleness, thrusting his tongue into Matt’s sweet, pleading mouth. He moaned into Matt’s heat as he felt the blunt nails of Matt’s fingers sinking into his skin. Pulling away, he reached down and fitted his cock with the narrow crease where Matt’s thigh met his hip. He greedily rubbed himself up and down the indention, smearing pre-cum over Matt’s skin.
The stimulation wasn’t enough to get Jody off, but it sent waves of pleasure pulsing through to his core. He kissed Matt again; hard and consuming, nipping his bottom lip sharply as they broke apart to breathe. Matt whimpered, arched up against him, and pulled at him, insisting on more.
Jody obliged, tonguing his mouth with rough abandon until he pulled off, panting. Beneath him Matt was a living, dancing flame, grinding up, gasping each time his hard shaft slid against Jody’s heated skin. His eyes were heavy, barely held open under his long lashes as he moved, holding onto Jody. His tangled hair was becoming sweat soaked around his temples, and his mouth looked used, red and swollen.
“Look at me.”
Jody’s growling command left no room for argument, and he waited until Matt got his eyes fully open.
“You will not come until I’m inside you. Do you understand, angel?”
A shiver vibrated through Matt’s frame, and Jody smiled down at him. “Tell me.”
Licking bitten lips, Matt breathed out, “I understand.”
Jody dipped his head, and nuzzling against Matt’s throat, used the moment to gather the shreds of his control.
“That’s my angel.”
Jody groaned as Matt’s legs tightened around him, as Matt’s hands trailed up and down the sweat slick line of his back, giving him a moment to collect himself. He nudged under Matt’s jaw, kissing and nipping at the fevered skin there, and as Matt tilted his head back, bared his throat, Jody growled and laid down a row of biting kisses that he soothed with this lips and tongue. Turning his head aside, he rubbed his beard against the marked flesh; relishing Matt’s sharp, shuddering breaths beneath him.
Jody lifted away, smiling indulgently at Matt’s unhappy whine. Matt’s legs uncurled from around him, but he but left them steepled, and Jody kneeled between them. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of Matt’s body, lick and nip his way from crown to toe, but their need left no room for patience, not this first time, anyway. Belatedly realizing the condoms he’d brought were still tucked in the back pocket of his jeans, lying somewhere on the floor at the foot of the bed, Jody swore. Beneath him, Matt was panting raggedly and rocking his hips as if Jody where already inside him, his erect cock leaving glistening lines against his flat belly.
Jody’s restraint cracking, crumbling in the face of such beauty, he asked, “Condoms. Lube?” He could barely get the words out through the pervading haze of want.
Matt stretched out an arm toward the nightstand wordlessly, and kissing the inside of Matt’s raised knee, Jody shifted over, reached out and pulled open the nightstand’s drawer. Inside he found an unopened box of condoms, and a full tube of lube. He grinned. His boy had prepared.
Grabbing the supplies, he also snared one the pillows, and settled back between Matt’s legs. Cock straining, balls heavy, Matt lay with his arms on either side of him, palms down, fingers curled into the quilt. He was breathing in and out in a slow, regular rhythm, eyes closed, brow furrowed as if in deep concentration. Jody stilled, recognizing that Matt too, was barely holding on to his control, but something about his pose looked practiced, almost formal as he held back his need.
Someone has taught this to him, and the thought of any man, of anyone, touching Matt had Jody gritting his teeth. He doubted most twenty-four year old males, even rangers, had much interest in the way of orgasm denial. Jody pushed his jealousy aside. It was stupid, neither of them were virgins, and it had no place here between them. He was struck again by Matt’s patient beauty, especially now, in such a vulnerable, exposed pose.
Popping the top open on the lube, Jody edged closer. “Lift your hips, angel.”
Matt’s eyes slid open, and licking his lips, he pressed his arms against the bed and raised his hips. Jody pushed the pillow under his ass, and then with a pat to Matt’s thigh, watched as he lowered back down.
Jody shouldered his way between Matt’s legs. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
Jody squeezed out a generous amount of lube over his fingers, more than was needed, and spread Matt open with one hand. The clenched little furl of muscle Jody wanted to sink into so badly was closed tight, and breathing out a steadying breath, he pressed a slicked finger against the pucker. Matt moaned shakily as Jody watched the tip of his finger press against, and then inside, the clenched muscle. He pushed until his finger was buried up the knuckle, and glanced up to Matt’s face.
Matt had turned his face into his pillow, eyes closed tightly. Jody pushed again, sinking his finger further. Matt’s lips broke apart on a whine, hips jerking.
“Jody! Oh God, please.
“Soon, angel,” Jody rasped, giving Matt a second to acclimate, and then pushed a second finger inside, not stopping at the knuckle this time, but bullying all the way in.
Matt moaned again, a rich, aching sound of need and desperation, his toes curling against the quilt. Jody began pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them as he worked Matt open. He watched, captivated, as the muscle gave way, stretched around his thick fingers, and he trembled with the need to bury himself inside his boy.
“So fucking tight, baby.”
Jody stretched Matt’s hole for another careful interval, before sliding home a third finger. Matt bucked so hard he nearly displaced Jody altogether. He cursed, tossing his head, arching his back and rocking on the fingers filling him. Jody held him steady, one hand clamping down on his hip, and fucked him that way, pushing in and out, stretching him wider.
“Jody! I can’t-I can’t-please!”
The pleading sliced through Jody, and he withdrew his fingers from the hot, tight clench of Matt’s ass.
“Baby,” Jody started, but had to pause and gather his breath. “It’ll be easier for you if I take you from behind, you’re so fucking tight.”
Matt shook his head stubbornly. “Uh-uh. Want you like this. Please. Jody, just fucking get in me!”
Matt somehow making the words both a command, and a broken plea, released Jody from his caution. Reaching for the condom packet, he ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it on. His hands were shaking as he coated the condom with lube, again using far too much but determined to be thorough rather than use too little. Pressing forward, he lifted Matt’s legs, draping them over his arms.
“Grab the headboard. You’re going need something to hold onto,” he warned.
Matt reached out, hands slipping through the wooden slats of the headboard, and as he grabbed hold, Jody guided his cock, lining up against Matt’s slicked hole.
“Angel, I ain’t gonna be able to be gentle,” Jody growled, a final warning.
Looking up at him with trust, and need, and something wild that answered the clamoring call ringing out inside Jody, Matt snapped, “Just fuck me, for Christ’s sakes.”
Jody pushed in, thick, veined cock forcing Matt open, demanding acceptance. Sinking in a few inches before he made himself pause, breath shuttling in and out of his body, Jody threw back his head and moaned. Enfolded in Matt’s perfect heat and tight clench, he fought the instinct to bury his cock in one hard shove.
Matt’s head slammed back again the pillow, cords of his neck standing out, the muscles of his arms straining as his hands clamped down on the headboard. Jody pressed a kiss to the inside of his folded knee, the one that Matt had injured the first time they’d met, and pushed again, grunting as he worked against the tight resistance to his entry. Matt cried out sharply as Jody filled him, and the sound thrilled Jody, sent him driving in deeper until there came the beautiful moment of acceptance, and Matt lay sheathed fully around him, Jody’s heavy balls resting flush against his ass.
“Oh, fuck!” Jody shouted, and they both panted through the blissful, aching moment.
Beneath him, Matt whimpered, and tried rocking on the cock inside him.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck yourself on me,” Jody told him, letting him have a moment.
“Jody!”
His name falling so brokenly from Matt’s lips striking through him like lightening, Jody pulled back until his cockhead rested against Matt’s hole, and then immediately shoved back in with one driving thrust.
Matt cried out, voice breaking as Jody filled him. Their gazes locking together, Jody began fucking, hard, possessive strokes that sent his cock ramming inside. He pushed Matt’s legs up higher, over his shoulders, folding Matt’s body beneath him, and grunted with the effort to screw his dick in as deep as possible with a driving, unavoidable rhythm.
Matt’s moans broke over him, waves breaking against the shore, and Matt’s sweet surrender to his possession ignited Jody’s need, lent it an even hungrier aspect. He growled and fucked harder, glorying in Matt’s voice as it shook and cracked on Jody’s name. Sweat slicked their skin, and there was only the animal drive to sink deeper, a madness breaking open inside Jody, a determination to fuse his body to Matt’s, to drive out the memory of any other man that had ever touched him.
Matt.
His
His ranger.
The slick, wet sound of his cock rhythmically pumping into Matt melded with his grunts as he rode, with Matt’s whimpers as Jody pushed him to the end of his endurance, with the steady squeak of the bed springs beneath them. Jody’s thighs burned, and he moaned, feeling his balls drawing up. He let his head fall back and he fucked, pleasure storming his body, arching higher and higher.
“Come, Matthew! Now!”
Beneath him Matt whimpered, and Jody jerked his head down just in time to watch as Matt shot his load all over his chest, his eyes rolling up, his mouth going slack as climax claimed him.
My beautiful boy.
Jody lost the last of his control, his steady thrusts becoming erratic as he gloried in Matt’s surrender, in the intimate embrace of Matt’s orgasm fluttering around his cock. He drove in, breath stuttering, losing all sense of the world except to know that Matt was his now. Their bodies slotting together as tightly as a key in a lock, Jody felt a truth opening up inside him, and he wanted it, needed it, had been looking for it forever it seemed. With one final ram, his balls tightened up as the bliss pulled from the base of his spine and pulsed down through his cock.
Jody cried out, a guttural growl of satisfaction and joy and utter rightness. Sparks fizzed across his vision, his ass clenching as his seed pushed out into the condom. Orgasm throbbed through him as waves of undulating pleasure and aching completion. The only flaw in the perfect delight was that he was separated from Matt by the condom, but then even that was washed away in the rolling, cresting sweetness.
There came a moment, some time later, where Jody tried to move, but couldn’t find the will, and so he lay cocooned in warmth and contentment. He lay still until his breathing slowed, and his heart felt less likely to pound out of his chest. A slow, trailing touch moved up and down his back, caressing his sweat slicked skin, and he registered the steady rise and fall of Matt’s chest against his, the faint thump of Matt’s heartbeat under him. A moment after that, he realized he was likely crushing the life out of his lover.
His lover.
Taking a breath, Jody rose up, lifting some of his weight off, realizing that somewhere in the aftermath, he’d slipped from Matt’s body. Already missing the tight, sweet connection, he looked down into Matt’s smiling face. Hair a wreck, a wonderful flush still standing high on his cheekbones, Matt had just been waiting for Jody to come back to earth. The smile slanted, tipped into a crooked grin.
“You all right?” Matt asked, his voice a wonderful rasp.
Realizing the reason for the rasp, Jody grinned back helplessly. “I’m fucking fantastic. You?”
Matt’s smile deepened, and tipping his head back against the pillow, looked up at Jody through his long, dark lashes. “Ditto.”
Jody raised a brow, lips curling up, completely, irrevocably charmed. “Ditto?”
Matt nodded. “Yep. Ditto.”
Jody kissed him, kissed his way into Matt’s welcoming warmth as those long legs wrapped around him, as Matt held him safe in the cradle of his body.
They pulled part, but only as far as to brush their lips together, a slow, sweet rub. After a minute or so, Jody drew back, intending to take a little more of his weight off Matt, but Matt retained the wrap of his legs, holding Jody in tight. Jody stilled, remembering how strong his ranger was, and let himself settle back down.
“Will you stay? Stay the night?” Matt asked quietly, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes.
Jody smiled, unsure where the fuck Matt had gotten the idea that he had even the slightest notion of leaving Matt’s bed until morning, and maybe not even then.
Jody brushed sweat darkened hair back from Matt’s temple. “I’d love to, angel.”
And he did.
***Additional notes***
Uhhh...nothing much to say, except, I'm exhausted!
