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FIC Update! Angels Ain't Easy, Chapter 17: (A Rebellion a Day Makes the Lion Play)
Title: 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.
Warnings: none this chapter
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, and dominate/submissive themes. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Summary this chapter: Home after their date night, Matt is ready for dessert.
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Chapter 17: A Rebellion a Day Makes the Lion Play
The moment the front door snicked shut behind him, Matt turned and pounced. Lacing his arms around Jody’s neck, he pressed close, bringing them into alignment, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. Strong arms wrapped around him in welcome, pulling him in snug and tight as laughter rumbled through Jody’s broad chest. Smiling at the happy sound, Matt tilted his head and nuzzled the tender spot just under Jody’s jaw.
“Mmm, I’m ready for my dessert now, I think,” he said, breathing out the words against warm skin. His smile widened in a grin as the arms around him cinched a little tighter.
“Is that a fact?” Jody wondered, tilting his head back slightly, allowing Matt more access.
Mirth and something warmer, something heavier, a promise of pleasure colored Jody’s tone. The sound of it layered in his words sparked a bright flame in Matt, a burning need to wrap himself in that promise, warm himself by it the way he would stand by a roaring fire on a snowy night. He wanted to lose himself in Jody’s warmth and affection and that alluring, sensual understanding.
“Mmm, hmm,” Matt replied, tucking his face against the sweet join where Jody’s neck flowed into his shoulder. He nosed past the precise crease of the cotton shirt collar, delighting in the discovery of bare skin just below. He pressed a kiss there, then proceeded to brush his lips gently back and forth, sealing the gesture into the smooth skin. A shiver shimmied through Jody’s frame, and Matt marveled at the power that his small touch elicited.
“Any requests?” Jody asked into the tender moment, smoothing a hand up Matt’s spine, over the back his neck and up into his hair.
The move brought the smile back to Matt’s lips. By now he was aware that Jody had a total thing for his hair. He loved getting his fingers in it, brushing through it, sometimes fisting it when he fucked Matt from behind. It’d happened often enough and Matt had taken notice… just another small thing he’d picked up on.
Humming appreciatively at the slow, easy movement against the back of his head as Jody tangled blonde strands around his fingers, Matt obeyed the small tug that carefully coaxed his head back. Letting his need show in his eyes, he looked up through his lashes at his lover. Jody wanted an answer to his question, so Matt relaxed in his lover’s grip and delivered.
“Just want you, babe. Want your cock in my mouth,” he said evenly.
Jody lifted a brow at him, hooded brown eyes studying him, missing nothing. A thrill pealed through Matt at the perusal, and he shifted restlessly in Jody’s hold. His movements brought to mind the silky boxers he wore, that Jody had chosen, had dressed him in earlier in the evening. Suddenly the slick, soft fabric brushing against his skin was impossible to ignore.
“That sounds absolutely delicious, sweetheart,” Jody said after several seconds of gazing down at him with a singular focus.
Matt found it difficult to admit to himself just how much he’d come to crave just this, Jody’s total, laser focused consideration. It was absolutely intoxicating being the object of that attention, of having that narrowed beam of focus centered on him. He shivered with delight, all the warm, wild energy in his body needing someplace to go.
The reaction did not go unnoticed. Of course it didn’t. Jody’s lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
“You want your mouth fucked, my angel?”
Matt couldn’t stop the whine that escaped him, desire winging through his tingling body, an electric current humming along his skin. Nodding eagerly despite Jody’s hold on his hair, he rocked his hips against his man. Jody held him close but loosened his grip just enough to let Matt move as desired, brown eyes lit with an intent, hungry fire.
Matt shivered under that gaze. He sighed as the smooth fabric of the boxers whispered against his skin. The soft friction was beginning to drive him to distraction.
“Yes, I very much fucking want that,” he acknowledged, fighting the urge to drop to his knees.
As much as he wanted to, he resisted the natural inclination. Infused, suddenly, with a playful rebellion, he grinned. The sparking flame inside him flared higher as he laced his words with a brash bite of challenge.
“You gonna give it to me, babe? Or are you just gonna talk about it?”
Matt experienced a bolt of triumph as both of Jody’s brows shot up. A slow, rumbling laugh rolled out of him as his fingers tightened in Matt’s hair in warning, or in encouragement… it could go either way, in Matt’s estimation. That might have given him pause with any other man, but with Jody, he knew it didn’t matter.
There are no wrong answers.
“Oh,” Jody said almost gently, dipping his head to growl against the naked length of Matt’s throat. “I think I’ll do whatever I damned well please.”
Swiveling his head Jody rubbed the scruff of his beard against the line of Matt’s jugular, a slow, careful marking that wrenched a whine from Matt despite his best efforts to remain unimpressed.
Chuckling, Jody tilted his head, and without warning, fitted his mouth around the vulnerable curve of neck and bit down, sucking hard. He worked his jaw, sucking and biting at Matt’s pulse point until he was shuddering in Jody’s arms.
A flood of heat filling him, Matt bit his lip hard against the full-fledged moan that threatened to break loose. He wanted to be a little stubborn tonight, but it was damned hard with Jody’s mouth on him, marking him. A moment later Jody pulled off, a smug smile on his face as he surveyed his work, but that quickly flattened out at seeing Matt’s bitten lip.
Uh oh.
Matt’s breath rushed out as Jody gave him an abrupt tug that almost, but not quite, snapped his head back. Heart pounding, he held still in the rigid grip. After a breath, Jody lowered his chin and fixed him with a dark, warning look.
“I’ve told you about that. Do not hold anything back from me.”
The words, gritted out in Jody’s strapped down, controlled voice almost prized the moan loose, but Matt had tracked onto this tantalizing notion of obstinacy, and didn’t want to let it go, at least, not just yet.
“Or what?” he asked, riding the high of being in Jody’s arms, of toeing the edge of defiance.
The daring of the act sent him into another place, a state of hyper awareness of the man pressed against him. Matt could feel the impact his challenge shaped in the tightening of the fingers in his hair, in the subtle way Jody’s stance changed. It was a little like running a virgin downhill course when the snow was fresh and unknown and it was all matter of balance and confidence in holding your edge.
Jody took his time. His precision made Matt’s anticipation cut all the deeper. Striving to keep his breathing steady and untroubled, Matt waited.
Finally, with thoughtful tilt of his head Jody answered him. “Does it really matter, angel? We both know you’ll end up on my cock, one way or another, but you can try me if you want.”
Matt could not have properly articulated the elation Jody’s response gave him if asked to. He was so fucking gone on this man. Jody had barely touched him since they’d arrived home, but Matt was ready to give, or take, anything Jody offered. So much for being defiant.
Home.
And Christ, that’s what Jody was becoming to him. Matt was crazy about him and something, some wild, twisting energy in him was pushing and pulling at him to do something about it. It felt a little smashing past a gate at forty miles an hour and just barely hanging on despite icy edges and shaking knees. He felt like running outside and shouting it at the mountains just to hear the echo of his words bounce off their walls and fall down into the valley below.
He thought that he might be going a little insane.
“What’s it gonna be, baby,” Jody prompted after allowing Matt to simmer for a few moments.
Something drew down in Matt, something hard and hungry, and he released a slow breath. His gazed fixed upon Jody, his man, his lion, his lover. His Jody.
His.
“I’m gonna get on my knees for you, Jody,” he breathed out, voice shaded thickly with want.
“I’m going let you fuck my mouth as hard and as long as you want, and do you know why I’m going do that, babe?”
“Why, angel?” Jody asked, and the level, conversational growl he somehow attained was underpinned by the slightest tell, a barely heard tremor.
Twin bolts of satisfaction and lust flew through Matt, making his hardened cock twitch.
Matt held Jody’s gaze for a long moment, and then dropped his eyes, lashes sweeping down against his cheeks. He knew what he looked like when he did this… sweet, maybe even a little shy. He knew Jody enjoyed those moments in him, even on the occasions when they were just for show, like now. He smiled, feeling the delight of anticipation wind tighter inside him, driving his desire higher, hotter.
Taking a steadying breath, Matt looked up.
“Because I want to. Because you’re the only man I’ll give it to and because I know you want it from me just as bad.”
The next instant reminded Matt, again, that for a man of his size Jody could damn well move as fluidly and as quickly as any mountain lion. One moment he was held in Jody’s arms, the next found him pinned against the living room wall as Jody took his mouth in a crushing kiss. Matt moaned around Jody’s tongue as pushed inside, as he wound his arms around Jody’s neck and shoved greedy fingers into Jody’s soft, wavy hair and held on. They rocked together, groins grinding together, feeding off one another’s mouths.
Finally, the rutting of Jody’s hips against him becoming too much, Matt tore his mouth away, panting for breath and cursing. Jody retaliated for the loss by shoving a thick, jean clad thigh between Matt’s legs, and angling up, relentlessly rubbing it against him. Head thumping back against the wall, Matt cried out, eyes fluttering shut as Jody kept up the onslaught.
“Ditto,” Jody growled, and the authority and pleasure in his voice shook Matt to his foundations.
Fingers curling into the hard cords of Jody’s shoulders, Matt rode Jody’s muscled thigh. He could easily get off this way. It was enough, just having Jody against him, watching him, wanting him.
“Oh, fuck,” he blurted, and the chuckle Jody gave him warmed him in a different way, a way he couldn’t explain but that he knew he desperately needed every day of his life.
“You ready for that mouth fucking, my brash boy?” Jody asked, still so damned controlled, so fucking strapped down despite his obvious need.
It was Matt’s turn to chuckle. He was riding the high tide of lust, and something more, the knowledge that no matter what, he was safe in this man’s arms, safe to do or say anything he needed to without fear of reprisal in the form of being shut out or pushed away… or abandoned.
“I’m ready if you think you can handle it, babe,” he shot back, crooked smirk decorating his lips.
A split second later he knew he’d gotten it just right, had pushed some slack into that lashed down control Jody held himself under. He was jerked away from the wall, and pushed out of Jody’s arms. He stumbled a couple of steps back. Titling his chin up, he looked up and grinned, heart beating a drummer’s quick march in his chest.
Jody’s eyes had gone dark, were glittering back at Matt with an expression of such intensity it should have shut him up, or softened his attitude, but suffused with a some wild joy he couldn’t quite contain, Matt just pushed again.
“I’ll tell you what I want, Jo.”
The nickname was new, just manifested spontaneously and Matt’s grin stretched across his face as he watched Jody’s dilated eyes widen, becoming impossibly black.
“I want you to shove that monster cock down my throat,” he drawled as he sank to one knee. He looked up at his lover. “And when you’re about to bust your nut, I want you to pull out, and come all in my pretty hair.”
It was an echo of what Jody had, almost off handedly, mentioned in a prior conversation. Matt remembered it exactly. He’d been thinking about it since.
There was no more conversation after that. Jody rocked in place for a second, and then was pulling his neatly tucked shirt free from the waistband of his jeans, rucking it along with his vest to get at the closure of his jeans. Matt took the opportunity to get himself in order, coming to balance on both knees. Watching Jody claw at his zipper Matt shuffled forward, impatiently batting Jody’s hands aside so he could finish the task.
Matt pulled and tugged until he had Jody’s jeans and boxers pushed down, had his lion’s heavy, rigid cock out. Bobbing free, Matt stared at the thick length and swallowed, hauling in a breath weighted with the scent of Jody’s musk, his arousal. Licking his lips, Matt lifted a hand and wrapped his long fingers around the base. He looked up to meet Jody’s staring gaze, held it for a space of a second or two, then lowered his eyes and leaned in. Opening his mouth, he sucked the purpled tip of Jody’s cock inside him.
It was feral after that. No sweet lovemaking. No endearments. It was ownership, and lust, and need fraying Jody’s expansive control as he began pumping his hips. At the first ramming thrust, Matt was pushed back, but Jody reached down and fisted unforgiving fingers into his hair and held him steady.
Taking it, Matt moaned around his mouthful, whimpered as the possession of the act fanned a fire inside him that never seemed to completely wane when it came to Jody. He relaxed as much as he could, taking as much as he could but soon it was too much, even as much as he wanted it. Reluctantly he gave in to the instinct to retreat and he balked, tried to pull off as he choked. Jody moaned, shook his head in denial as his hips snapped another couple times before he relented, allowing Matt to pull off, but only far enough to breathe.
Matt heaved for breath, coughing briefly as he looked up at Jody with wet, wide eyes and found that he wanted more..
Looking down Jody’s expression held a wilding storm of passion and affection and something more, something darker, something Matt knew he needed to get at.
“Angel,” Jody gritted out, questioning, demanding, asking, all his intentions wrapped up in that one, strangled word.
Wiping his stinging lips with the back of his hand, Matt ignored its trembling. He felt like he was flying, soaring with no fear of falling. He sat back and tilted his face up, taking the moment to catch more of his breath, and took a long look. Standing with his thick, hard cock wet from Matt’s mouth straining out from his body through the opening in his jeans, visibly rocked, visibly aching to come, balls heavy and full, Jody was a carnal sight to behold.
Matt grinned crookedly.
He had done that, had brought his man to this beautiful, aching place of need, and he would be the one to bring Jody the rest of the way home.
Reaching up, Matt ran fingers through his mused hair, brushing it back almost casually.
“Do it, Jo. I know you need to,” he said, voice strong with his own power, with the privilege of belonging to a man like Jody McKinnon.
Jody stared at him, lips parted, wide chest rising and falling with his galloping breath and straining the confines of his fitted shirt and vest.
“Come on me,” and this time it was Matt’s command voice, his Lead Ranger voice that he used.
He wasn’t fucking around.
“Give it to me,” he ordered, and added in a growl, “It’s mine.”
The moan that tore loose from Jody was that of a man lost, but who had just sighted the way home. Reaching down he took himself in hand. Staring unwaveringly at Matt, he began jacking off, stroking from base to the tip, applying a little twist of his wrist.
Matt smiled encouragingly, inching closer. “That’s it, that’s so good baby. Do it faster for me now.”
Jody whined, widened his stance and worked faster.
“Matthew, he rasped, fashioning the name into one of need and desperate longing, so close to spilling.
Just watching him work at it made Matt’s own hard-on throb and ache.
“Fucking do it, Jo!” he commanded.
Jody obeyed, his darkened eyes flickering shut as he shouted out a deep, guttural cry that may have been Matt’s name, and climaxed.
His own breath rushing out in unison, Matt tipped his head aside at the last moment and held still so that his lion’s seed jetted over his cheek and brow, finally coming to land warm and thick against the fall of his hair. Jody’s cries of pleasure almost broke him from his pose, but Matt held on, waiting until he was sure Jody was done. Only when it was over did he remember how to breathe again, and straightened up to look at his lover.
Jody stood with his shoulders resting against the wall, debauched, one big hand still wrapped loosely around his diminishing erection; mouth slack as his breathing gradually began to calm. Jeans and boxers pushed open, eyes blown out black, Jody stared at the stripes of his come on Matt’s face and in his hair. Matt held still and let him look.
My gorgeous lion.
He almost came on the spot, just from looking at Jody, vulnerable in the aftermath of his orgasm. Matt rose up, still on his knees, and inched forward until he sat between Jody’s legs. Looking up, he smiled; gliding his palms over the body warmed denim stretched tight over Jody’s thighs. Steadying himself, he leaned in and kissed the tip of Jody’s softened cock.
“Babe, you’re amazing.”
Jody blinked, that immense control reassembling. Matt watched it happen, fascinated. He smiled up as Jody cupped the back of his head, sifting fingers gently through his marked hair as he looked down. A sweet smile curved his mouth, and his shining eyes were open windows, hiding nothing.
“My angel,” was all he said.
A wave of heat blowing through him, Matt gazed back. “My lion,” he replied simply, then caught his breath as Jody suddenly sprung into motion, reaching down and pulling him to his feet.
Lips against his own, Matt opened to Jody’s kiss, the sweetness of it, the searching heat of it as Jody tongued his mouth until Matt was rocking restlessly against him. With a muted growl Jody drew back, hands going to Matt’s shoulders, turning him and pulling him back until he stood drawn back tight against Jody’s chest. Before Matt plead or curse, Jody wrapped one arm around his chest, caging him. His right hand he reached down and cupped Matt’s erection through his slacks, and his now very damp boxers.
Matt moaned, head falling back to rest against Jody’s shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as the gentle motion of Jody chuckling vibrated through his own body.
Jody moved, pushing his palm and the heel of his hand against Matt’s clothed cock. Matt bucked helplessly, all trace of defiance fled. Matt clutched at Jody’s forearm, slung over his chest like an iron bar as he was slowly, deliberately groped.
“Jody, please, oh God,” Matt pleaded, rocking his hips, pushing against Jody’s hand.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Jody tumbled the warm, husky words into his ear. “Now go ahead and come in your pants like a good boy.”
Matt nearly choked on the sudden breath he sucked in as Jody massaged him with a relentless, possessive grip through his clothes.
Stars fizzed across Matt’s vision as he bucked, his fingers clamping down on Jody’s forearm as his head slammed back and he came, cock jerking. Waves of bliss pulsed through him, pushing out of him through his cock and radiating outwards as he shook. Jody kept up the ungentle massage, maintaining the hard, undulating motion until the friction was too much, until Matt felt like a shivering flame formed from the purest pleasure.
Moments slid by. Matt eventually became aware that he was still clutching at Jody’s arm, that it was his reference point in the dazed, sated sea he floated on. Jody’s hand on his groin had stopped moving but simply rested there, a loose, protective cup around his soft prick and emptied balls. He was uncomfortably aware of the clinging wetness of his underwear, but couldn’t be bothered to do anything other than breathe and be held upright.
After a few seconds, or minutes, it was difficult to tell for some reason, Matt rallied.
“That all you got, babe?” His voice came out shakily, a mild facsimile of the bravado he was going for, but for the best of reasons.
Jody’s full throated laugh filled Matt with a different kind of pleasure. Smiling, he turned his heated face aside and tucked his nose against Jody’s neck, back where he’d started, breathing in the scent of his lover’s musk and sweat. He sighed as Jody cupped him between his legs more firmly. He liked it, wasn’t ready for Jody to pull away his hand just yet.
With a smile in his voice, Jody whispered into his ear. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting warmed up.”
Resigned to his fate, Matt chuckled. “I got no problem with that.”
*****Notes****
All right, all right, this was supposed to be a quick dalliance with these two, and then we were supposed to head right on into the Matt & Jonathan conversation, but...what can you do with these two? Matt was feeling a bit rowdy, so here we are.
Posting this on the fly so hope I caught most of the typos. At times it was a little hard to concentrate. :D As usual share feedback, thoughts etc in the comments! Hopefully won't be so long for the next update! It makes me happy to be back posting!
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.
Warnings: none this chapter
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, and dominate/submissive themes. If this ain’t your thing, venture no further.
Summary this chapter: Home after their date night, Matt is ready for dessert.
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Chapter 17: A Rebellion a Day Makes the Lion Play
The moment the front door snicked shut behind him, Matt turned and pounced. Lacing his arms around Jody’s neck, he pressed close, bringing them into alignment, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. Strong arms wrapped around him in welcome, pulling him in snug and tight as laughter rumbled through Jody’s broad chest. Smiling at the happy sound, Matt tilted his head and nuzzled the tender spot just under Jody’s jaw.
“Mmm, I’m ready for my dessert now, I think,” he said, breathing out the words against warm skin. His smile widened in a grin as the arms around him cinched a little tighter.
“Is that a fact?” Jody wondered, tilting his head back slightly, allowing Matt more access.
Mirth and something warmer, something heavier, a promise of pleasure colored Jody’s tone. The sound of it layered in his words sparked a bright flame in Matt, a burning need to wrap himself in that promise, warm himself by it the way he would stand by a roaring fire on a snowy night. He wanted to lose himself in Jody’s warmth and affection and that alluring, sensual understanding.
“Mmm, hmm,” Matt replied, tucking his face against the sweet join where Jody’s neck flowed into his shoulder. He nosed past the precise crease of the cotton shirt collar, delighting in the discovery of bare skin just below. He pressed a kiss there, then proceeded to brush his lips gently back and forth, sealing the gesture into the smooth skin. A shiver shimmied through Jody’s frame, and Matt marveled at the power that his small touch elicited.
“Any requests?” Jody asked into the tender moment, smoothing a hand up Matt’s spine, over the back his neck and up into his hair.
The move brought the smile back to Matt’s lips. By now he was aware that Jody had a total thing for his hair. He loved getting his fingers in it, brushing through it, sometimes fisting it when he fucked Matt from behind. It’d happened often enough and Matt had taken notice… just another small thing he’d picked up on.
Humming appreciatively at the slow, easy movement against the back of his head as Jody tangled blonde strands around his fingers, Matt obeyed the small tug that carefully coaxed his head back. Letting his need show in his eyes, he looked up through his lashes at his lover. Jody wanted an answer to his question, so Matt relaxed in his lover’s grip and delivered.
“Just want you, babe. Want your cock in my mouth,” he said evenly.
Jody lifted a brow at him, hooded brown eyes studying him, missing nothing. A thrill pealed through Matt at the perusal, and he shifted restlessly in Jody’s hold. His movements brought to mind the silky boxers he wore, that Jody had chosen, had dressed him in earlier in the evening. Suddenly the slick, soft fabric brushing against his skin was impossible to ignore.
“That sounds absolutely delicious, sweetheart,” Jody said after several seconds of gazing down at him with a singular focus.
Matt found it difficult to admit to himself just how much he’d come to crave just this, Jody’s total, laser focused consideration. It was absolutely intoxicating being the object of that attention, of having that narrowed beam of focus centered on him. He shivered with delight, all the warm, wild energy in his body needing someplace to go.
The reaction did not go unnoticed. Of course it didn’t. Jody’s lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
“You want your mouth fucked, my angel?”
Matt couldn’t stop the whine that escaped him, desire winging through his tingling body, an electric current humming along his skin. Nodding eagerly despite Jody’s hold on his hair, he rocked his hips against his man. Jody held him close but loosened his grip just enough to let Matt move as desired, brown eyes lit with an intent, hungry fire.
Matt shivered under that gaze. He sighed as the smooth fabric of the boxers whispered against his skin. The soft friction was beginning to drive him to distraction.
“Yes, I very much fucking want that,” he acknowledged, fighting the urge to drop to his knees.
As much as he wanted to, he resisted the natural inclination. Infused, suddenly, with a playful rebellion, he grinned. The sparking flame inside him flared higher as he laced his words with a brash bite of challenge.
“You gonna give it to me, babe? Or are you just gonna talk about it?”
Matt experienced a bolt of triumph as both of Jody’s brows shot up. A slow, rumbling laugh rolled out of him as his fingers tightened in Matt’s hair in warning, or in encouragement… it could go either way, in Matt’s estimation. That might have given him pause with any other man, but with Jody, he knew it didn’t matter.
There are no wrong answers.
“Oh,” Jody said almost gently, dipping his head to growl against the naked length of Matt’s throat. “I think I’ll do whatever I damned well please.”
Swiveling his head Jody rubbed the scruff of his beard against the line of Matt’s jugular, a slow, careful marking that wrenched a whine from Matt despite his best efforts to remain unimpressed.
Chuckling, Jody tilted his head, and without warning, fitted his mouth around the vulnerable curve of neck and bit down, sucking hard. He worked his jaw, sucking and biting at Matt’s pulse point until he was shuddering in Jody’s arms.
A flood of heat filling him, Matt bit his lip hard against the full-fledged moan that threatened to break loose. He wanted to be a little stubborn tonight, but it was damned hard with Jody’s mouth on him, marking him. A moment later Jody pulled off, a smug smile on his face as he surveyed his work, but that quickly flattened out at seeing Matt’s bitten lip.
Uh oh.
Matt’s breath rushed out as Jody gave him an abrupt tug that almost, but not quite, snapped his head back. Heart pounding, he held still in the rigid grip. After a breath, Jody lowered his chin and fixed him with a dark, warning look.
“I’ve told you about that. Do not hold anything back from me.”
The words, gritted out in Jody’s strapped down, controlled voice almost prized the moan loose, but Matt had tracked onto this tantalizing notion of obstinacy, and didn’t want to let it go, at least, not just yet.
“Or what?” he asked, riding the high of being in Jody’s arms, of toeing the edge of defiance.
The daring of the act sent him into another place, a state of hyper awareness of the man pressed against him. Matt could feel the impact his challenge shaped in the tightening of the fingers in his hair, in the subtle way Jody’s stance changed. It was a little like running a virgin downhill course when the snow was fresh and unknown and it was all matter of balance and confidence in holding your edge.
Jody took his time. His precision made Matt’s anticipation cut all the deeper. Striving to keep his breathing steady and untroubled, Matt waited.
Finally, with thoughtful tilt of his head Jody answered him. “Does it really matter, angel? We both know you’ll end up on my cock, one way or another, but you can try me if you want.”
Matt could not have properly articulated the elation Jody’s response gave him if asked to. He was so fucking gone on this man. Jody had barely touched him since they’d arrived home, but Matt was ready to give, or take, anything Jody offered. So much for being defiant.
Home.
And Christ, that’s what Jody was becoming to him. Matt was crazy about him and something, some wild, twisting energy in him was pushing and pulling at him to do something about it. It felt a little smashing past a gate at forty miles an hour and just barely hanging on despite icy edges and shaking knees. He felt like running outside and shouting it at the mountains just to hear the echo of his words bounce off their walls and fall down into the valley below.
He thought that he might be going a little insane.
“What’s it gonna be, baby,” Jody prompted after allowing Matt to simmer for a few moments.
Something drew down in Matt, something hard and hungry, and he released a slow breath. His gazed fixed upon Jody, his man, his lion, his lover. His Jody.
His.
“I’m gonna get on my knees for you, Jody,” he breathed out, voice shaded thickly with want.
“I’m going let you fuck my mouth as hard and as long as you want, and do you know why I’m going do that, babe?”
“Why, angel?” Jody asked, and the level, conversational growl he somehow attained was underpinned by the slightest tell, a barely heard tremor.
Twin bolts of satisfaction and lust flew through Matt, making his hardened cock twitch.
Matt held Jody’s gaze for a long moment, and then dropped his eyes, lashes sweeping down against his cheeks. He knew what he looked like when he did this… sweet, maybe even a little shy. He knew Jody enjoyed those moments in him, even on the occasions when they were just for show, like now. He smiled, feeling the delight of anticipation wind tighter inside him, driving his desire higher, hotter.
Taking a steadying breath, Matt looked up.
“Because I want to. Because you’re the only man I’ll give it to and because I know you want it from me just as bad.”
The next instant reminded Matt, again, that for a man of his size Jody could damn well move as fluidly and as quickly as any mountain lion. One moment he was held in Jody’s arms, the next found him pinned against the living room wall as Jody took his mouth in a crushing kiss. Matt moaned around Jody’s tongue as pushed inside, as he wound his arms around Jody’s neck and shoved greedy fingers into Jody’s soft, wavy hair and held on. They rocked together, groins grinding together, feeding off one another’s mouths.
Finally, the rutting of Jody’s hips against him becoming too much, Matt tore his mouth away, panting for breath and cursing. Jody retaliated for the loss by shoving a thick, jean clad thigh between Matt’s legs, and angling up, relentlessly rubbing it against him. Head thumping back against the wall, Matt cried out, eyes fluttering shut as Jody kept up the onslaught.
“Ditto,” Jody growled, and the authority and pleasure in his voice shook Matt to his foundations.
Fingers curling into the hard cords of Jody’s shoulders, Matt rode Jody’s muscled thigh. He could easily get off this way. It was enough, just having Jody against him, watching him, wanting him.
“Oh, fuck,” he blurted, and the chuckle Jody gave him warmed him in a different way, a way he couldn’t explain but that he knew he desperately needed every day of his life.
“You ready for that mouth fucking, my brash boy?” Jody asked, still so damned controlled, so fucking strapped down despite his obvious need.
It was Matt’s turn to chuckle. He was riding the high tide of lust, and something more, the knowledge that no matter what, he was safe in this man’s arms, safe to do or say anything he needed to without fear of reprisal in the form of being shut out or pushed away… or abandoned.
“I’m ready if you think you can handle it, babe,” he shot back, crooked smirk decorating his lips.
A split second later he knew he’d gotten it just right, had pushed some slack into that lashed down control Jody held himself under. He was jerked away from the wall, and pushed out of Jody’s arms. He stumbled a couple of steps back. Titling his chin up, he looked up and grinned, heart beating a drummer’s quick march in his chest.
Jody’s eyes had gone dark, were glittering back at Matt with an expression of such intensity it should have shut him up, or softened his attitude, but suffused with a some wild joy he couldn’t quite contain, Matt just pushed again.
“I’ll tell you what I want, Jo.”
The nickname was new, just manifested spontaneously and Matt’s grin stretched across his face as he watched Jody’s dilated eyes widen, becoming impossibly black.
“I want you to shove that monster cock down my throat,” he drawled as he sank to one knee. He looked up at his lover. “And when you’re about to bust your nut, I want you to pull out, and come all in my pretty hair.”
It was an echo of what Jody had, almost off handedly, mentioned in a prior conversation. Matt remembered it exactly. He’d been thinking about it since.
There was no more conversation after that. Jody rocked in place for a second, and then was pulling his neatly tucked shirt free from the waistband of his jeans, rucking it along with his vest to get at the closure of his jeans. Matt took the opportunity to get himself in order, coming to balance on both knees. Watching Jody claw at his zipper Matt shuffled forward, impatiently batting Jody’s hands aside so he could finish the task.
Matt pulled and tugged until he had Jody’s jeans and boxers pushed down, had his lion’s heavy, rigid cock out. Bobbing free, Matt stared at the thick length and swallowed, hauling in a breath weighted with the scent of Jody’s musk, his arousal. Licking his lips, Matt lifted a hand and wrapped his long fingers around the base. He looked up to meet Jody’s staring gaze, held it for a space of a second or two, then lowered his eyes and leaned in. Opening his mouth, he sucked the purpled tip of Jody’s cock inside him.
It was feral after that. No sweet lovemaking. No endearments. It was ownership, and lust, and need fraying Jody’s expansive control as he began pumping his hips. At the first ramming thrust, Matt was pushed back, but Jody reached down and fisted unforgiving fingers into his hair and held him steady.
Taking it, Matt moaned around his mouthful, whimpered as the possession of the act fanned a fire inside him that never seemed to completely wane when it came to Jody. He relaxed as much as he could, taking as much as he could but soon it was too much, even as much as he wanted it. Reluctantly he gave in to the instinct to retreat and he balked, tried to pull off as he choked. Jody moaned, shook his head in denial as his hips snapped another couple times before he relented, allowing Matt to pull off, but only far enough to breathe.
Matt heaved for breath, coughing briefly as he looked up at Jody with wet, wide eyes and found that he wanted more..
Looking down Jody’s expression held a wilding storm of passion and affection and something more, something darker, something Matt knew he needed to get at.
“Angel,” Jody gritted out, questioning, demanding, asking, all his intentions wrapped up in that one, strangled word.
Wiping his stinging lips with the back of his hand, Matt ignored its trembling. He felt like he was flying, soaring with no fear of falling. He sat back and tilted his face up, taking the moment to catch more of his breath, and took a long look. Standing with his thick, hard cock wet from Matt’s mouth straining out from his body through the opening in his jeans, visibly rocked, visibly aching to come, balls heavy and full, Jody was a carnal sight to behold.
Matt grinned crookedly.
He had done that, had brought his man to this beautiful, aching place of need, and he would be the one to bring Jody the rest of the way home.
Reaching up, Matt ran fingers through his mused hair, brushing it back almost casually.
“Do it, Jo. I know you need to,” he said, voice strong with his own power, with the privilege of belonging to a man like Jody McKinnon.
Jody stared at him, lips parted, wide chest rising and falling with his galloping breath and straining the confines of his fitted shirt and vest.
“Come on me,” and this time it was Matt’s command voice, his Lead Ranger voice that he used.
He wasn’t fucking around.
“Give it to me,” he ordered, and added in a growl, “It’s mine.”
The moan that tore loose from Jody was that of a man lost, but who had just sighted the way home. Reaching down he took himself in hand. Staring unwaveringly at Matt, he began jacking off, stroking from base to the tip, applying a little twist of his wrist.
Matt smiled encouragingly, inching closer. “That’s it, that’s so good baby. Do it faster for me now.”
Jody whined, widened his stance and worked faster.
“Matthew, he rasped, fashioning the name into one of need and desperate longing, so close to spilling.
Just watching him work at it made Matt’s own hard-on throb and ache.
“Fucking do it, Jo!” he commanded.
Jody obeyed, his darkened eyes flickering shut as he shouted out a deep, guttural cry that may have been Matt’s name, and climaxed.
His own breath rushing out in unison, Matt tipped his head aside at the last moment and held still so that his lion’s seed jetted over his cheek and brow, finally coming to land warm and thick against the fall of his hair. Jody’s cries of pleasure almost broke him from his pose, but Matt held on, waiting until he was sure Jody was done. Only when it was over did he remember how to breathe again, and straightened up to look at his lover.
Jody stood with his shoulders resting against the wall, debauched, one big hand still wrapped loosely around his diminishing erection; mouth slack as his breathing gradually began to calm. Jeans and boxers pushed open, eyes blown out black, Jody stared at the stripes of his come on Matt’s face and in his hair. Matt held still and let him look.
My gorgeous lion.
He almost came on the spot, just from looking at Jody, vulnerable in the aftermath of his orgasm. Matt rose up, still on his knees, and inched forward until he sat between Jody’s legs. Looking up, he smiled; gliding his palms over the body warmed denim stretched tight over Jody’s thighs. Steadying himself, he leaned in and kissed the tip of Jody’s softened cock.
“Babe, you’re amazing.”
Jody blinked, that immense control reassembling. Matt watched it happen, fascinated. He smiled up as Jody cupped the back of his head, sifting fingers gently through his marked hair as he looked down. A sweet smile curved his mouth, and his shining eyes were open windows, hiding nothing.
“My angel,” was all he said.
A wave of heat blowing through him, Matt gazed back. “My lion,” he replied simply, then caught his breath as Jody suddenly sprung into motion, reaching down and pulling him to his feet.
Lips against his own, Matt opened to Jody’s kiss, the sweetness of it, the searching heat of it as Jody tongued his mouth until Matt was rocking restlessly against him. With a muted growl Jody drew back, hands going to Matt’s shoulders, turning him and pulling him back until he stood drawn back tight against Jody’s chest. Before Matt plead or curse, Jody wrapped one arm around his chest, caging him. His right hand he reached down and cupped Matt’s erection through his slacks, and his now very damp boxers.
Matt moaned, head falling back to rest against Jody’s shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as the gentle motion of Jody chuckling vibrated through his own body.
Jody moved, pushing his palm and the heel of his hand against Matt’s clothed cock. Matt bucked helplessly, all trace of defiance fled. Matt clutched at Jody’s forearm, slung over his chest like an iron bar as he was slowly, deliberately groped.
“Jody, please, oh God,” Matt pleaded, rocking his hips, pushing against Jody’s hand.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Jody tumbled the warm, husky words into his ear. “Now go ahead and come in your pants like a good boy.”
Matt nearly choked on the sudden breath he sucked in as Jody massaged him with a relentless, possessive grip through his clothes.
Stars fizzed across Matt’s vision as he bucked, his fingers clamping down on Jody’s forearm as his head slammed back and he came, cock jerking. Waves of bliss pulsed through him, pushing out of him through his cock and radiating outwards as he shook. Jody kept up the ungentle massage, maintaining the hard, undulating motion until the friction was too much, until Matt felt like a shivering flame formed from the purest pleasure.
Moments slid by. Matt eventually became aware that he was still clutching at Jody’s arm, that it was his reference point in the dazed, sated sea he floated on. Jody’s hand on his groin had stopped moving but simply rested there, a loose, protective cup around his soft prick and emptied balls. He was uncomfortably aware of the clinging wetness of his underwear, but couldn’t be bothered to do anything other than breathe and be held upright.
After a few seconds, or minutes, it was difficult to tell for some reason, Matt rallied.
“That all you got, babe?” His voice came out shakily, a mild facsimile of the bravado he was going for, but for the best of reasons.
Jody’s full throated laugh filled Matt with a different kind of pleasure. Smiling, he turned his heated face aside and tucked his nose against Jody’s neck, back where he’d started, breathing in the scent of his lover’s musk and sweat. He sighed as Jody cupped him between his legs more firmly. He liked it, wasn’t ready for Jody to pull away his hand just yet.
With a smile in his voice, Jody whispered into his ear. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting warmed up.”
Resigned to his fate, Matt chuckled. “I got no problem with that.”
*****Notes****
All right, all right, this was supposed to be a quick dalliance with these two, and then we were supposed to head right on into the Matt & Jonathan conversation, but...what can you do with these two? Matt was feeling a bit rowdy, so here we are.
Posting this on the fly so hope I caught most of the typos. At times it was a little hard to concentrate. :D As usual share feedback, thoughts etc in the comments! Hopefully won't be so long for the next update! It makes me happy to be back posting!