In Sickness and Health by Sean Michael
Rig headed upstairs with a book, a bowl of popcorn, and a beer. The house was empty and quiet, and there wasn't any real work to do. He was going to read about zombies and possibly nap. He so deserved it, too. Flu season had hit hard this year, and the clinic had been full of sick kids and parents for weeks. Now he was having an enforced day off after doctoring runny noses, aches and fevers for nine days straight.
He settled on the sofa, stretched out, opened his book, and boom.
Soft, warm lips slid against his own. A hot tongue pushed into his mouth. Mmm. Good dream. Rig moaned, reaching up for his mystery lover. Square jaw, high and tight: Rock.
"Mmm. Blue." Rig shifted, happy as a clam.
"How'd you guess?" Rock chuckled, rubbing their lips together.
"Years of practice ... You home for good or just for lunch?"
Beautiful motherfucking man.
"Lunch," Rock said. "Of course, I could be convinced to call in..."
Rig stretched out, body sliding against those amazing muscles. Rock groaned for him, blue eyes like lasers as they looked into Rig's own.
"You're hungry." He slid his hands down over Rock's shoulders, fingers digging in, rubbing.
"Always." Rock moaned, body pressing him down into the couch.
Rig chuckled and held on tight. Fuck, he loved that smell--sweat and soap and man.
"There anything good in the house for lunch?"
"Uh ... There's chicken salad, there's leftover roast. There's me."
"Bingo." Rock grinned, and then they were kissing, Rock giving it to him the way Rig liked it. He knew just how they'd fit together--body-to-body, Rock's fat prick snuggled into the curve of his hip, his cock sliding over those amazing abs.
"Mmm..." Rock's purr rumbled through Rig. "Be even better naked."
"I like naked." He was a fan. Not as big of a fan of nudity as Dick was, but still.
Rock's hands slid over him, knowing where to rub, where to dig in. Just a little, just so he could feel Rock right there with him.
"Blue." Oh, that was a little dizzy-making.
"Mmm..." Rock's mouth closed over his, fingers pushing his T-shirt up.
Their tongues pushed together, sliding over and over, tasting each other. This never got old, the way they tasted together, the way Rock's kisses felt. Rock found his nipple ring, tugged it, and all thoughts of sentimentality disappeared, dissolving in a flash of pleasure.
"Jesus fuck. Blue. Again."
Rock's chuckle was deservedly smug as he twisted and tugged on the nipple ring, knowing how to play it.