Page 9 of Home on the Road (Trucker Love #2)

By the time Harry parked the pickup in its normal place behind the house, Ziggy’s legs were bouncing and his fingers were twisted together in his lap. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. He was afraid having sex with Harry would change the solid friendship they had been developing over the past few days.

He also really, really wanted Harry to fuck him into a mattress. Any mattress. It did not matter to him if it was his bed, Harry’s bed, or the bed at the back of the rig, as long as they were naked and together.

He was not an aggressor in any of his relationships, not that there had been many. He was a follower, a sheep. He always waited for Harry to make the first move.

After Harry turned off the engine, he looked over at him. Ziggy could see the heat and hunger in his eyes, but his expression was of care and concern.

“We don’t have to do this yet,” Harry said softly. “We can keep on as we have. There’s no pressure.”

Ziggy sucked in a breath as his heart felt like it was being ripped in two. “Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

Harry blinked and then his eyes went wide. “Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise? But we won’t be just having sex, we’ll be making love.”

Ziggy pulled in a breath and tried to calm his racing heart before he whispered, “You just offered to not have sex with me.”

“Z-man, I want you. Oh, fuck, how I want you. But I also want you to be comfortable and not regret anything we do. So, if I have to suffer with blue balls and a permanent hard cock, and take cold showers twice a day, so be it. I’ll sleep with ice in my shorts if that’s what it takes to assure you that we are meant to be together, in and out of bed.”

Harry’s words immediately healed the pain in his heart. But it also allowed him to be honest. “I do want to go to bed with you, but I also have to admit, I’m nervous that this will change things between us and not in a good way.”

Harry’s expression did not change. “It won’t change. I won’t let it. We’re good together, and there’s no way I’m giving you up, now, or ever. So, why don’t we unload the truck and put groceries away before the ice cream melts?”

“Oooo, yeah. We don’t want melty ice cream,” Ziggy said. He quickly released his safety belt and climbed out of the truck.

By the time the groceries were unloaded from the truck and put away in the pantry, along with a good bit of reorganization, Ziggy was feeling more grounded. Being in the kitchen might not have been his favorite place the last six months, but cooking and feeding people gave him a good feeling.

Pulling out the ingredients they had bought, Ziggy began putting together a lasagna. He had just slid it into the oven when Harry entered the kitchen. He had been in the office with Sam, working on the scheduling for their run, which would begin in another three days.

Harry took a deep breath and moaned. “Smells wonderful already. How long till it’s done?”

“I have to take the tin foil off in an hour and then it will be another half hour,” Ziggy said with a smile and a wink. “Want to go make out?”

Sam entered just as he finished speaking, and Ziggy’s cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.

“I can take the foil off,” Sam said.

“Great. Thanks, Sam,” Harry said, touching his phone screen several times before he stalked across the room to where Ziggy stood.

“Come on, Z-man. Let’s go take a nap.” Before Ziggy could argue, he bent and lifted him over his shoulder and carried him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Harry did not let him go until they were in his bedroom with the door closed and locked. Only then did he flip him over his shoulder and Ziggy squealed as he flew backward. Once he landed on the bed with a bounce, he began to giggle.

The laughter trailed off as he watched Harry toe off his sneakers and pull his shirt over his head before he worked his belt and the fastenings of his jeans. Ziggy licked his lips as Harry pushed his jeans off and stepped out of them, leaving him wearing only a pair of bright red boxers with yellow rubber ducks all over them.

“Yum,” he whispered as Harry reached for his sneakers.

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Tempted to stop and preen for his man, Harry focused on stripping Ziggy instead. They only had an hour and a half and he planned to use every second to show his man pleasure. Then, after joining Sam for the delicious dinner Ziggy had made, he hoped they would be recovered enough to come back up here and start the loving all over again.

Pulling off Ziggy’s shoes, he noted that the man really needed some new ones as well as new socks, but they would worry about that tomorrow. Tossing the sneakers over his shoulders, his holey socks quickly followed. Dragging one fingernail over the bottom of his foot, Harry smiled as the man jerked his foot back with squealing laughter he hoped would brighten every one of their days from now on.

“Undo your jeans, babe,” he said as he took hold of the bottom of both legs of his pants.

Ziggy hurried to comply, quickly undoing the button and zipper. Once Harry pulled off his jeans, his man sat up and wiggled out of his shirt. He tossed it off the side of the bed before pulling his legs up and crossing them.

Once they were both wearing only boxers, Harry stopped and simply took in the masculine beauty that was Ziggy. He was pale and slender from the past six months being stuck inside, working too much, and not taking care of himself. He was also well put together, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a well-proportioned body that had Harry licking his lips in anticipation.

His already pulsing cock throbbed even harder in anticipation.

“Move over.” His tone was low and dark as he moved to the side of the bed.

Ziggy’s giggle sounded nervous as he lay back and log-rolled across the mattress. He stopped right before he fell over the far edge onto the floor.

Harry laid down then rolled Ziggy back until they were face to face in the middle of the bed with only a few inches separating them. He slid his arm under Ziggy’s neck. “Come here and kiss me, Z-man.”

Tilting his head slightly, he met Ziggy’s lips with a moan. The kiss roared to life in a blaze big enough to consume them and the entire room they were in.

When his body demanded he do more than just kiss his man, Harry broke the kiss and began to kiss, lick, and nibble his way down Ziggy’s body. When he reached his bellybutton, he pushed Ziggy over onto his back and kept working his way toward the cock that pushed at the front of his boxers.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Ziggy gasped, sounding like he had just finished running a three-minute mile.

“I’m going to suck on this beautiful cock,” Harry announced as he glanced into Ziggy’s eyes that were glowing with his hunger.

“You are?” The man sounded shocked.

That was when Harry realized that he had never gone down on Ziggy. He had not done a lot of things with Ziggy that he had dreamt about over the past six months, but that ended right now.

Slipping his fingers under the front of Ziggy’s boxers, he pulled them out and eased the elastic edge over his thick erection. He could not help the moan that broke the intense silence in the room. Leaning closer, he started at the base and dragged the flat of his tongue up the underside of his man’s impressive cock. Shifting slightly, he licked across the head, moaning again as the flavor of pre-cum crossed his tongue. In an instant, he became addicted to the salty, tangy flavor and knew he would be doing this as often as Ziggy would allow him.

“More, Harry. More. Please more.” Ziggy panted as he arched his body to lift his hips from the bed.

“All in good time, lover,” he murmured before he licked across the tip again before opening his mouth and taking in the head, closing his lips around the shaft just behind the bulbous head.

If he died in the next hour, Harry knew he would die a happy man, though he hoped to live a long, long life with Ziggy by his side.

He smiled around the flesh in his mouth as the man shoved Harry’s boxers down to his thighs and wrapped a hand around his exposed cock.