Storms and craters

Bonus chapter

Clear blue sky overhead — just like in his childhood. Vegas looks at the clouds floating on it, putting his hands under the head.

"Hey," a stubborn finger is poking him in the side, and the sonorous voice of Splinter already sounds next to his ear. "You can't make money staring at the sky. You volunteered to help — so do it!"

Vegas grins. It's true. He did.

Splinter...

Vegas, smiling, looks at the dirty dimpled cheeks. Pete just came out from under the pickup truck. Both of them are wearing blue overalls, right on their naked bodies — the heat is almost forty (Celsius) outside, but Tankhun promised big money for fast repairs, so Vegas decided to help his beloved. Moreover, he has two days off in a row after a hard shift at the fire station. Of course, be didn't say a word about the fact that the day before he returned to the burning building twice — first to rescue the child, then - the cat. Otherwise, he will be handcuffed to the radiator in the bathroom and will never be allowed to work again. So no matter how much Vegas is bursting to tell Splinter about his bravery, he keeps his mouth shut.

"Will you help or not?"  The cute little wolf cub is already sulking. "If no — so go inside, Tankhun will find something for you to do!"

Vegas reaches for his face and touches his upturned nose with the tip of his index finger.

In response, Pete frowns and blows his lips even more. Vegas's cheeks flush: he is suddenly irresistibly drawn to kiss these sulking lips, absorbing all their softness with his own.

But with this, they will wait until nightfall.

Or not quite until nightfall…

Vegas rolls over on his stomach, picks up some tools and, once again on his back, dives under the truck:

"Command, boss."

Pete grins and lies down next to me:

"Well, well, what do we have here…"

They are done in two hours. They could have been faster if it hadn't been for the endless mutual giggles, banter, joking pokes in the side and slaps on the back of the head, and endless little kisses.

"Phew, it's hot as hell!" Pete slides out from under the pickup truck after Vegas and wipes his forehead with a dirty palm. "That's it! I did more — I go to the shower first. In the meantime, you can look at the sky, since you can't wait."

"Mmm, we could have taken it together."

"Pfft, of course, together!" Pete laughs out loud. "I know your 'together'. As soon as you get to sex, you can't pull away from this case by the ears. And there are a lot of guys in the house, it's not an appropriate place to be caught red-handed, you know."

Still, there are times when Vegas wants to wash his beloved's mouth with soap again. But today he has other plans.

"Just wash up. I promise. Well, at most, we'll rub each other's backs. What do you say?"

Pete giggles and shakes his head:

"To comment on such a proposal is only to spoil it. Let's go already," Pete gets to his feet and holds out his hand, "the legs are numb, aren't they? My whole body feels like wood."

Vegas nods and grabs his hand. As soon as he gets to his full height, he hugs Pete by the shoulders and kisses his neck, to which his wolf cub is already growling:

"Ugh, fuck, everything is sticky as it is. Let's at least try to," Pete mischievously looks down at Vegas's lower abdomen, "carry your boner to tne bathroom."

"It's just a crease in the fabric."

"Oh, yeth, yeah," Vegas hears the ringing laughter again, which makes him the happiest in the world, "it's crease, indeed it is."

The splash of cool water and hot breath, mixed with moans, ricochets off the tiled walls of the shower. Slowly, taking him apart, Pete runs his lips over his ears, neck, cheeks. His tongue, his breath, everything is so hot, exploring, moist. Vegas closes his eyes, enjoying the moment. His hands drop below Pete's hips, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. Pete can't help but move his hips towards him.

They begin to feel the first trickles of excitement spreading along the groin, along the long legs of both reaching the fingers. Their hands are languidly stroking each other. Pete presses his whole body against his embossed abs, a sigh of satisfaction escapes from his lips, and Vegas asks, pressing his forehead to his wet forehead:

"Are you still afraid that your guys will catch us?"

"Fuck them! I want you!"

"Hmm," Vegas mumbles with a satisfied smile on his face.

His head turns up and back, his lips searching for Pete's lips. Splinter gives him a soft, gentle kiss. But then a familiar mischief flashes in his eyes. And now his warm thumb is teasing his slit and bridle, forcing his hips forward, while the other hand reaches out to tease his hardening nipples, forcing the upper and lower parts of his body to talk to each other in a language full of tickling sparks. Vegas's eyes slowly roll up under his eyelids as Pete kneels in front of him. He closes them.

Bliss.

Pete licks the tip, circles his tongue along the entire length, and then takes half of it in with his lips. Vegas grunts, leaning back against the damp tile. His coolness contrasts perfectly with the fervor of Pete's mouth, which very skillfully, at the right pace, persistently and at the same time carefully sucks his cock. He hears the sound of blood pounding in his ears. It's like the sound of waves crashing against rocks.

"Pete!.."

Pete pulls back a little, but doesn't let his cock out of his mouth. He stares from under his brows at his gradually relaxing lover, who pours out into his tongue in short streams.

Pete licks the tip once more and gets to his feet, hugging Vegas around the neck. They're kissing. Vegas feels its own taste and smell on Pete's lips and tongue. He grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and already wants to turn his back to him, as some kind of fuss begins behind the flimsy doors of the mental room.

Pete bursts out laughing:

"Hang up!"  he jokingly slaps his palm on Vegas's newly aroused cock. "See you tonight."

"Damn..." Vegas hugs him across his stomach, "and you?.."

Pete tilts his head back and kisses Vegas on the chin.

"But you owe me at night."

Vegas laughs and, turning the cub back to face him, kisses him on the lips again:

"I'll give it back with interest. I promise."

"Let's see," Pete bites his upper lip and immediately fills the bite site with the tip of his tongue.

They have to wash up faster — it would be even faster if it weren't for the endless foolishness. And then, when the heat slowly subsides, they both lie on the grass and look at the endless sky. Just like when he was a kid. In their distant childhood together.