Page 2 of Iced Out

With a light push, Axel shoved Clint onto the bed. He caught himself with his elbows, his mouth twitching, as Axel proceeded to remove his pants. The cowboy’s black boxer briefs left nothing to the imagination, his massive erection straining the cotton threads. A tiny wet spot was already forming, a black glistening patch on the dark fabric.

Axel zeroed in on that wet spot, shoved Clint’s legs apart, and crawled forward. His thumbs dug into the cowboy’s inner thighs, sliding firmly along the hard muscles. Clint’s stomach quivered as Axel’s mouth grazed his crotch. His abs—and cock—jumped when Axel licked the damp underwear.

“Uuhhh…” Clint dropped his head back between his shoulder blades and raised his hips as Axel sucked his cock through the cotton barrier. “Fuck…”

“Mmmm…” Axel hummed around his member, sucking precum through the fabric. The taste of his cowboy ignited a wildfire in his loins. His erection swelled, causing an ache to web through his balls. He raised his head, panting slightly, and tugged down the front of Clint’s briefs, releasing his cock. Seconds later, he deep-throated the cowboy’s hard dick, vigorously thrusting his mouth up and down the shaft.

“Uh!” Clint ground his elbows into the mattress, hips pumping. “Fuck.”

Axel pulled the underwear further down, enough to grab a handful of the cowboy’s balls. He rolled the hard orbs between his fingers, massaging and tugging the firm sack as he swallowed his lover’s cock on each downstroke.

“Jesus!” Clint’s breath caught sharply, eyes pinching. He gouged the comforter, dragging the blanket into his tight fists as he pushed harder into Axel’s mouth, deeper down his throat. “Uuhh… fuck…”

Axel felt the pulse rolling through Clint’s shaft, the tightening of his balls—he was close. He typically had more staying power, but he tended to lose it more quickly when he was in Axel’s mouth. While fucking, the cowboy could often get a couple of orgasms from Axel before losing it himself. A thorough blow job, though, made him give it up much faster.

“Fuck…” Clint gasped, voice tight. “I’m gonna cum…”

That was fine; Axel didn’t mind pitching this time. Inside the cowboy was his favorite place to be.

Clint growled—a deep, gravelly sound rumbling up from his chest—then grunted, hips snapping, and shot his load down Axel’s throat. A hard shudder swept through the cowboy, and he grabbed Axel’s head, fucking through the waves of the orgasm. Axel didn’t let up, sucking every drop out of him.

“Fucking hell…” Clint groaned, sagging against the bed.

Sitting up on his heels, Axel smiled and wiped his mouth, savoring the cowboy’s flavor. His jeans were uncomfortably tight in the crotch, with visible damp patches around the zipper.

Inhaling deeply, Clint sat forward and grabbed the front of Axel’s pants. “Your turn to get off,” he growled against Axel’s throat. “How do you want it? Suck or fuck?”

His breath shuddering as Clint raked his stubble across his sensitive skin, Axel swallowed hard. “Fuck.” He leaned back, cupped Clint’s face, and kissed him with overwhelming hunger and need. “Turn over,” he panted into his mouth. “I want your cowboy ass.”

Clint chuckled and flipped onto his stomach without argument. Axel hooked his fingers under the waistband of the briefs and dragged them down the cowboy’s legs and off his feet, then shoved his legs apart. He stood at the end of the bed, admiring the view as he stripped off his shirt and went for his jeans.

He was halfway out of his Levi’s when his cell phone rang.

Shit. Now? Really?!

Axel considered ignoring it, but changed his mind when he saw it was a video call from Luke. He hurriedly yanked up his jeans, the front still open as he answered the call. “Luke—”

“Dad!” The boy’s face appeared on screen, streaked with tears—and his nose bleeding.

“Luke, what happened?” Axel’s stomach clenched as all thoughts of sex died in an instant.

“Dad! They took him!” Luke cried, his voice breaking.

Clint came up off the bed in a flash and grabbed the phone. “Took who?”

“Tae!” Luke choked on his cries. “They just grabbed him and TOOK him!”

“Who?” Clint demanded.

“I-I don’t know. They just showed up and started… started asking about his papers.” Luke sobbed.

“What happened to you?” Clint stared at his son’s bloody face. “What the fuck happened?”

“They hit me—when I tried to stop them from taking Tae.”

“Where’s Ash?”

“He… He’s here. They hit him and knocked him down when he started filming them with his phone. He’s on the phone with Cochise now.”