Flash Fiction Friday

Rigger looked at the clock, stretched, then started putting his paperwork in his briefcase. Rock should be heading home shortly -- it was the kid's late evening at the gym and he was thinking it might be time for a little personal training.

That made him chuckle.

Personal training.

The dogs went nuts and the front door opened and closed, Rock's voice low as he talked to the pups. Rig leaned back, grinned, waited to see whether Rock wanted him.

Rock's shadow blocked the doorway to his study a moment later. "There you are." Those blue eyes made him the center of the god damned universe.

He grinned over his desk, admiring the big man. "I am. Evening."

"Evening. You done working?"

"I am." He couldn't fight his grin.

"Good." Rock waved his fingers in a 'get over here' motion.

His brain considered playing hard to get, but his heart had his legs moving him over before his cock could point out how stupid that would be. One big hand landed on his ass as he got closer, dragging him in up against Rock's solid body.

"Mmm. Blue." Damn, muscles and muscles and they were all his.

Rock's mouth descended on his, the kiss hot and good and a very fine how do you do. Oh hell, yes. Rig arched into the kiss, sinking against pure muscle. The wide chest vibrated as Rock rumbled for him, the sound happy and right. Their tongues moved together, slipped together. God, his man tasted like heaven.

Their lips parted for a breath. "Now I'm fucking home." Rock's words rumbled between them.

"Uh-huh. Now bring me home."

Rock's other hand landed on his ass next to the first and Rock picked him up, carrying him down the hall to the bedroom.

Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Rig wrapped around Rock, held on tight. Rock kept kissing him, their progress slow but sure. Heat started building in his belly, in his balls.

They got to the bedroom and Rock put him down, coming with him. They rubbed together, Rock's cock hard beneath his jeans and pressing just right against his. Damn, that was hot. He bit at Rock's lips. More.

One big hand pushed between them, working at the buttons on their pants. Rig sucked in, which always made Rock chuckle.

"Oh yeah, thank God you did that." Rock grinned down at him, fingers brushing over his belly, over the tops of his pubes.

"Gotta get my fat belly out of the way."

"This? This is a skinny belly. When we're done here, I'm feeding you."

"Promise?" He leaned up, lips sliding on Rock's jaw.

"You fucking know it." Rock's fingers pushed his trousers off his hips.

Those thick fingers trailed over his skin, traced his cock, then his balls were cradled, cupped, rolled. Rock's mouth covered his again as one finger curled back to touch his hole. Fuck, yeah. He spread, one knee bending.

That finger slid right in and then disappeared, Rock leaning up past him to get the lube. Rig lifted his head, mouth finding one ringed nipple, even through the shirt.

Rock groaned for him, the sound music in his ears. "Get my fucking clothes off."

"Uh-huh." Look at that hot son of a bitch.

Rock pushed two fingers into him. "I'm not naked yet."

"Not..." His eyes crossed.

"Not naked." Rock's fingers sawed in and out.

"Fuck yes." He rocked, body rolling. A third finger pushed in. "Rock..." Oh, fuck him raw.

"Jeans, Rabbit. Now."

Right. Focus. He nodded, chin on his chest.

Rock chuckled and pegged his gland. Hard. His hands opened and he reached down, fighting to get the man's fly open. Rock didn't help him at all, fingers pushing into him and into him and into him.

"Can't think." He managed to get Rock's fly open, briefs shoved down enough to grab that hot cock.

Rock groaned for him, eyes dropping half-shut. "Fuck thinking."

"No. Fuck me. Fuck me, Blue."

Rock chuckled, fingers sliding away. "So fucking impatient."

"Uh-huh." His hand moved on Rock's prick, thumb working the ridge right under the head.

Rock made a noise and spread Rig's legs wide. Beautiful son of a bitch. Rig licked his lips, kept moving, up and down. Rock pushed against his hole and then surged into him.

He nodded, body arching as he took more in.

"Fuck yes." Rock started fucking him, good and hard, just like he wanted.

God, he needed this. The world went quiet and still, everything tight around his Rock. That thick cock kept stabbing into him, Rock a fucking machine. Rig settled into it, his fingers able to slide down, play at Rock's nipples, tug the ring. Each time he did, Rock thrust in harder.

"Fuck. Blue. Love your fucking cock."

"Uh-huh." His Rocketman gave him a wild grin.

He reached up, traced Rock's lips, even as he bore down on the cock inside him. Rock grabbed his finger between the hot lips, sucking on him as one big hand wrapped around his prick. His head fell back, everything getting that much higher.

Each slam into him came with a jerk of Rock's hand around his prick, each sensation bigger than the last.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He gasped, balls drawing up tight.

"Come on, Rabbit."

"Uh-huh." It was coming, barreling on him.

Rock squished him up a bit, mouth slamming down on his. Heat shot from him, leaving him wore out, shaken. Rock pushed in a couple more times before stilling, filling him inside.

Their mouths parted, Rock panting.

"H...hey." Damn. Yum.

Rock gave him a shit eating grin. "Happy weekend."

"It's a start to one, yes sir."

"Yep. We can celebrate again when the kid gets home."

"Oh, that's one hell of a plan. Let's shower and get the hot tub bubbling."

"You got it." Rock's mouth closed over his again.

Happy fucking weekend indeed.

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