Page 38 of Loving a Warrior

With that, the war was on. Projectiles flew through the air as they snatched up whatever was close to hand. There was an inflatable child’s wading pool not far from Matt, so he belly-crawled to it and fished a toy truck out of the leafy, murky water. He hefted it, hooting as Shane threw himself down behind the love seat at the sight of it.

His heart pounding in glee, Matt stood and tossed the dripping toy underhanded like a grenade. There came a loud thump and a muffled shout as it dropped over the back of the chair and apparently connected with some part of Shane’s body. A rage-filled roar, and Shane jumped up and rushed toward Matt, who scrambled to get away. His left foot slid in the mud, and he bellowed as he fell into the cold, slimy water with a loud splash.

Shane braced his hands on his knees, howling with laughter. Snarling, Matt scooped up a handful of grassy mud and flung it at him. Ducking a fraction of a second too late, Shane took the brunt of the goo right on the shoulder of his white shirt. He froze, looking down at it and then over at Matt with murder in his eyes.

Matt rolled from the pool and tried to stand, but it was too late. Shane was on him in a flash, straddling his hips with his own handful of mud, which he held threateningly over Matt’s face.

“Do it,” Matt hissed, “and you’re dead.”

“Yeah?” Shane held it higher, spreading his fingers a tiny bit so a wet blob slid from between them and splatted on Matt’s cheek. “I’m dead?”

“I’ll smear this fuckin’ yard with you. That’s a promise.”

Shane smirked. “I’d like to see you try.”

Growling, Matt reached up to catch his wrist in a death grip, planting his other palm in the middle of his chest. “Oh, I’ll do more than try.”

The air crackled between them as their eyes met, Matt becoming achingly aware of the intimacy of their position. Shane was sitting on Matt’s groin, his legs splayed wide, while Matt’s pinkie was a fraction of an inch away from Shane’s nipple, the pebbled bud visible through the clinging material of his shirt.

Shane slung away the mud he was holding and broke Matt’s grip on him, his other hand a blur as he pinned Matt’s wrists to the ground. “So tell me,” he breathed. “What exactly are you gonna try?”

Matt closed his eyes and let his head fall to the side as Shane dragged his mouth down his cheek to his neck, where he licked the straining tendon once before closing his teeth over it.

Oh, God.

“Matt.” Shane hovered over him, his lips mere inches away. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, you’d better fucking tell me now.”

Matt wanted to tell him, knew he should tell him, but instead he let his eyes drift closed and lifted his face in total and utter surrender.

“Oh, yeah.” With a low murmur of satisfaction, Shane’s mouth took his. His tongue was hot, and slick, with an intoxicating sweetness that wrenched a moan from deep in Matt’s chest.

“Mmm.” Shane broke the kiss and nuzzled the curve of Matt’s jaw. “That was totally worth waiting for.”

The last of his defenses crumbling into dust, Matt freed his wrists, then fumbled for the buttons of Shane’s shirt. He pushed the fabric from his shoulders, and Shane shrugged it all the way off before yanking Matt’s tee over his head.

He stretched out over him, and Matt gasped in satisfaction at his weight, at the feel of their bare chests and bellies pressed together.

Lifting his knee and gliding it along Shane’s hip, Matt groaned, “Dammit, why can’t I stay away from you?”

With a low, sensual chuckle, Shane kissed him again. “I don’t want you to stay away,” he whispered against his lips. “I want you here so I can touch you, make you feel good.” He flicked the button on Matt’s cargo shorts open and eased the zipper down.

“Jesus!” Matt gritted his teeth when Shane took his cock in a loose grip, sliding his fingers up and down and thumbing the nerves along the ridge. He squeezed the head gently, forcing up a thick bead of precome, which he gathered on his fingertips.

Mindless, lost in the sheer pleasure of Shane’s touch, Matt planted his feet on the ground and thrust up into the tunnel of his fist. At first there was sweet relief at the delicious friction against his needy, aching dick, but it wasn’t long until the pressure built again to almost unbearable levels.

Shane jacked him hard and relentlessly, teeth bared as he watched Matt’s face.

“That’s it. So fucking sexy,” Shane hissed in triumph when Matt arched his back and came with wrenching spurts, the back of his wrist jammed over his mouth to muffle his cry. Gasping, Shane ripped his own pants open and used the slickness now coating his fingers to bring himself off. With a hoarse groan, he stiffened, splattering Matt’s stomach with long ropes of hot jizz.

When the spasms died away, Shane collapsed down next to him, panting for breath. “Fuck.” He draped his forearm across his eyes. “Fuck.”

His filthy shirt was crumpled in the mud, his shorts down around his thighs, softening cock in its nest of blond hair lying heavily along his belly. Matt swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to lean over and lick away the slickness clinging to the tip…

Instead he sat up, wincing as a few tiny rocks made themselves known by detaching from the skin of his back. “Does your hospitality extend to offering me a shower?”

“Nah, I’m just gonna send you back to the barracks covered with mud and spunk.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you.”