They repeated the scene, complete with a breath-stealing, more-than-fiery kiss.
The kiss broke, and Rod gasped. “Boy, have you learned a lot about kissing.” He rotated in Wyl’s arms and pulled him into a jaw-tiring, tongue-wagging, saliva-exchanging, tooth-jarring kiss. Their passion for each other grew, and the heat of their bodies increased.
“Too many clothes,” Rod gasped, tearing at Wyl’s shirt, buttons flying across the room as he ripped the shirt from Wyl’s chest.
Wyl tugged at Rod’s shirt, pulling from the waist up and over his head, shirt and undershirt together, trying to touch Rod’s skin as soon as possible.
They fell to the bed, and Rod attacked Wyl’s chest, licking and sucking at his nipples, the nubs hard and sensitive. He licked his broad tongue across the right nipple and bit it. Wyl gasped, a deep groan escaping from his chest.
With both hands, Wyl tweaked Rod’s nipples, massaging and pinching while relishing Rod’s tongue on his chest. The little rancher never stood at attention as hard as now, and Rod’s cock stood straight up, bobbing with each heartbeat.
Wyl eyed Rod’s cock. “Oh god, what a beautiful instrument you have. So hard and throbbing.” He caressed the shaft, spreading the slick pre-cum around the head and down the sensitive sides.
Rod gasped. “I’m riding the edge, babe. I’ve never been so turned on. I’m about to shoot.”
“Not yet,” Wyl whispered. “I want you to enjoy this for as long as possible.”
“God, babe, I need to cum.”
“Little rancher needs attention,” Wyl gasped.
Rod gazed at Wyl’s erect member, flexing with each heartbeat and begging to be touched, pre-cum pooling in his navel. Wyl leaned back and opened his legs, inviting Rod to have his way with the little rancher.
Rod reached down and stroked Wyl’s thighs with his fingertips, edging toward his pleasure center. Wyl’s cock danced in anticipation as Wyl gasped. “Please!”
Rod scraped his fingernails over Wyl’s taught sack, teasing before he leaned down and sucked each ball into his mouth, tonguing the taught sack.
Wyl gasped as his cock danced. Rod licked the salty pre-cum, took the head in his mouth, and engulfed Wyl’s cock in warm, wet ecstasy.
“Babe, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop.”
Rod put his fingers up for Wyl to suck while tonguing Wyl’s cock, keeping him on the edge of ecstasy. Wyl worked his tongue around Rod’s fingers. Rod groaned with Wyl’s cock in his mouth and took the wet fingers and inserted them in Wyl’s hole, finger fucking him and poking his gland with each thrust.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cream!” Wyl screamed as he shot down Rod’s throat, jet after jet of warm release, Rod drinking it all down with an active tongue keeping Wyl’s orgasm going forever.
When Wyl’s orgasmic nirvana ended, Rod pulled his fingers and positioned himself to fuck his husband.
Wyl groaned with pleasure as his cock stiffened again at Rod’s entrance.
“Fuck me, babe,” Wyl shrieked, jacking his cock again.
Rod leaned forward and captured Wyl’s mouth in a searing kiss, both gasping for breath in the passionate lovemaking. Wyl hardened again, his gland being assaulted with every thrust of Rod’s cock. He pumped his cock, using his own cum as a lubricant and tasting his own seed in Rod’s kiss. His own orgasm loomed.
Wyl tighten around Rod as his orgasm built. The tightening/release of Wyl’s second orgasm around Rod’s cock pushed him over the edge. He filled Wyl’s cavity with his seed, holding his breath and pumping until they collapsed in an exhausted heap.
“God, where did you learn to do that?” Wyl gasped. “Two orgasms in minutes.”
“I love you two orgasms,” Rod chuckled as he pulled out of Wyl. “Promise me we’ll do this again, in Texas, in our own bed.”
“Babe, it's a promise.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Rod froze in horror as the garbage truck crept back, moving to crush Wyl against the brick wall where Ailbe held him. Bound and gagged, Wyl’s body slumped forward against a device resembling a Euro symbol on the end of a long pole. Declan sported an evil sneer from the truck's cab as he backed, inching toward Wyl and prolonging the anticipation of the deadly outcome. Rod’s muscles jerked with each steady screaming beep of the relentless backup alert as the truck crept closer to Wyl. Rod’s steps hampered by sticky tar as he struggled to run toward Wyl, helpless to stop the terror before him. The beeping continued, and someone reached in front of him. He fought against the entrapment, hearing his name repeated.
“Rod. Rod.” Wyl reached over him and slammed his hand on the offending alarm clock, silencing the intrusion despite Rod’s flailing arms. Rod gasped, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He grabbed Wyl in his arms.
Wyl huffed as Rod squeezed. “What’s the matter, babe? You’re breathless.”
“A nightmare. Ailbe and Declan trapped you and I couldn’t move!” Rod tightened his hold on his husband. “I panicked.”
Wyl returned the embrace to calm Rod’s teetering emotions. “Everything is fine. You dreamed the entire scene. I’m right here holding you, and we’re both safe.”
Rod whined a sob. “If anything ever happened to you, I'd die.”
“Hey, now, nothing will happen.” Wyl stroked Rod’s back. “We are trained agents. We learned how to protect ourselves.”
Wyl’s soft touch and reassuring words calmed Rod. He drew in a deep, calming breath. “You’re right. I guess the reality of our situation hit last night. I’m glad we’re here together.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Wyl tightened his hug and kissed Rod’s forehead. “Let’s grab a shower and have breakfast. We don’t want to be late to the campus.”
* * *
A knock at the door interrupted breakfast.
Wyl tossed his napkin on the table. “Every time a knock comes at the door, I’m reminded of Mitzi,” he laughed.
“If she’s outside…don’t open the door,” Rod said.
