Page 22 of Gold Rush
“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.
