Page 9 of Gold Rush (Murphy’s Pub #3)

There were no other cars around being a Monday, most people were at work and not finding a spot to have a picnic. He spread out a blanket and set out sandwiches Eazy had made for them, along with Dean’s favorite chips, the hickory barbeque kind.

Dean was thrilled and took a chip between his lips, bringing it slowly into his mouth. That one act was sexy as hell.

“This is the sweetest date I’ve ever been on.”

“Oh yeah? Sitting on the ground?”

“On a blanket on the ground. This is perfect.”

Goldie ate while watching Dean look around in awe.

“You know, we spent summers here in Denver, but most of the time, we lived in LA. The only time I really got to the mountains was when we went skiing. And I hated skiing. I’m not thrilled with heights, so the trip up the ski-lift scared the holy hell out of me. ”

“Oh! Well, I’ve never been skiing, so I won’t be taking you to the lifts for any date. No worries.”

They talked about everything, laughed and then, when the food was eaten, Dean got playful.

He stood and walked in between two tall pines that were near them.

“I wonder. You’re really big, strong, and all that, but are you fast?

You see, one thing I think I have on you is the fact that I’m really fast.”

“Are you? Well, I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“No, I think I’ll show you. If you catch me, you get a prize.”

The only prize Goldie wanted was his sweet little ass, but he thought for sure that was exactly what the prize would be, and he had to admit, he was ready.

“Okay. Go,” Goldie said, smiling.

He rose to his feet as he saw glimpses of Dean running through the trees. Goldie took the time to take off his shirt before starting after him, running uphill in the direction Dean went.

Right away, Goldie saw that Dean was telling the truth. The little fucker could run. He dodged between trees, leaped over bushes like they were low hurdles, and Goldie remembered he had been in track.

Thing was, Goldie could run too. He may be beefed and heavy with muscle, but he had long legs that could get good speed going.

He darted around the trees too, avoiding most of the obstacles Dean leaped. He tried to anticipate Dean’s movements, but just when he thought he’d catch the guy, Dean escaped him.

He was laughing and barely realized it. The game was more fun than he’d had in forever. Dean was laughing too, and the sound of it waving through the trees was like music. Sweet music.

When he finally caught Dean, he suspected that Dean wanted to be caught. He dodged a thick elm tree, and there he was, slowly running up yet another incline.

Goldie’s arms went around him, and he carried him back to the blanket, tossing him onto it tenderly before kneeling next to him and trying to catch his breath. “You are pretty fast.”

“Pretty fast?”

“Okay, really fast. I want my prize.”

He folded his arms behind his head and lifted his hips. “Unwrap it.”

“Glad to.”

As much as he’d wanted to wait, the conversation with Hippy made him see that waiting wasn’t always a good thing. Time was brief in all lives, but in theirs, it was terribly brief. They could be killed at any time, between the BBC and the new threat in their lives, the pimp, Dane.

After pulling the pants off Dean, he watched Dean strip off his T-shirt and lay in just in underwear on the blanket, his fine little body laid out for Goldie to just…stare…

Chest rising and falling quickly, Dean could barely speak in more than a huff. “What are you waiting for?”

“I’m savoring my victory.”

Dean laughed and made grabby hands at him. “Please?”

“Are you that turned on?”

He pointed right to his dick. “Ya think?”

Oh, yeah, his dick was straining those blue and green striped briefs he wore, and it was a nice sized dick. Goldie hooked one finger in the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down to get a peek.

It was deep red on the crown, like all the blood in his body was settled there, leaving the rest of him simply floating on the blanket. It was warm, he could tell that without touching it, the heat radiating off him.

Goldie took it into his hand and stroked it, watching Dean’s face collapse in desire. Those bright blue eyes darkened, his lips parted to let out a long stream of air, but he never took his eyes off Goldie. That right there told Goldie he was wanted. Him, not just some guy.

Goldie stroked him a few more times, then moved over him, getting his face closer and closer to Dean’s. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You are too. Like…like a lot.”

Goldie’s lips pressed against his, kissing him fervently, tongue slipping between his lips, sweeping into Dean’s mouth while Dean’s hands gripped Goldie’s biceps. So, he decided not to wait to make love to the guy, but that didn’t mean the sex itself had to be fast.

Lying beside Dean’s stretched out body, running his fingers down Dean’s chest and stomach, he watched the man turning his head, those eyes meeting his, and he felt the way it made his chest warm. The way it made him feel better than he maybe ever had.

“We’re kind of exposed out here. What if someone comes?”

“Then we’ll run through the woods again, only we’ll be naked.”

Dean smiled, and it made his nose crinkle. “Okay.”

“And I’ll catch you all over again, only this time, we won’t have this nice soft blanket to do it on.”

“Not sure whether I want someone to show up or not now.”

Damn, the man was sexy, and the first moment he’d seen him in that alley, Goldie knew he wanted him. He brought back good memories, which few people in the world could do for him. It touched him where he thought he’d turned to stone.

Caressing his handsome face, Goldie whispered, “It’s this, if and until then. Me just…appreciating every second with you.”

Dean turned to face him, cupping his cheek. “Goldie, why do you like me?”

“If it took a month, I couldn’t explain it all. There are so many reasons.”

“Just give me one.”

His voice was so small, like he needed to hear something good about himself. The course of his life had taken him to the very edge of all stations. He was so strong and resilient, but those weren’t what he needed to know about himself.

“I see you. The real you. The one that isn’t the poor little rich boy, or the tough street guy. The one that’s in between all the things you’ve been and all you might become. I see a loving, good, sweet man who can love, and be loved and be the better for it.”

A tear escaped his eye and rolled over the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Goldie.”

“Don’t thank me for pointing out the truth. Just be sure to live that truth. Know someone sees you, out of the billions, one sees. And more will if you let them.”

Dean pulled him over for a kiss, then pulled more until Goldie was on top of him, settled in while his forearms took his weight while they kissed slowly, deeply, like each second was something they’d been waiting for all their lives.

“It was, for him at least. That kiss, that…touch. Someone who wanted him for more than his looks and his body. Someone saw him too, and it wasn’t a doubt that Dean saw him.

Dean managed to unbutton Goldie’s jeans, and Goldie himself pushed them over his hips. That’s as far as he got before Dean’s hand was down his briefs and stroking him. “You’re a big guy,” he said, laughing nervously. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m not that big.”

“Um, yeah. You really are. I have long fingers, and they can’t touch wrapped around the thing. Thick and long, and you’re definitely gonna kill me, but what a way to go.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’ll try not to kill you, but I can’t promise anything.”

After kissing for another ten minutes at least, Goldie finally got a condom on his dick, with Dean’s comments making him laugh. “Magnums. Yeah, you’re not big . Noo !”

“Shut up or I’ll shove it in fast and split you into pieces.”

“Like I said. What a way to go.”

Goldie fingered his hole, stretching him before he tried to push his dick inside. And while he was doing it, Dean keened and clawed at him. “Fingers bigger than most dicks! What the hell?”

Goldie kissed him to shut him up and fingered deeper, scissoring his fingers to spread out the anus and get a good stretch.

Writhing around, Dean could squirm, and Goldie had to keep a good hold on him to keep him still enough for him to get his fingers moving.

Finally, he took his fingers from Dean and held him down forcefully. “Stay still!”

“I can’t! Do you fathom how intense that feels?”

“Wait for it, and you’ll feel intense,” he growled, then moved between his legs, lining up his dick to Dean’s sweet hole. Kissing him, holding him, he slid his cock into Dean’s entrance and stopped as Dean whined into Goldie’s mouth.

Pushing a little deeper, Goldie stopped the kiss to take a much-needed lungful of air and Dean took advantage of it to holler, “That thing is so fucking big! Goldie, fuck!”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, then kissed him, and wrapped his arms around Goldie’s neck, holding on for dear life as Goldie pushed deeper.

Pretty soon, he was growling, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” against Goldie’s lips, and the surrounding wilderness had never heard the cries that came from the small man. In fact, all the birds left the trees, and Goldie was spurred to move the rest of the way inside him, one hard thrust…