Tango and Taz 2: Big Time
Tango yawned hugely and blinked at his alarm clock. It was 8:45, and he knew that despite the lack of sleep, he was awake for the day. Taz still nestled in the crook of his shoulder, and Tango was stiff from not moving while he slept. He carefully untangled himself and climbed out of the bed, grabbing clean underwear on the way to the shower.
His mind returned to Taz as he washed, uncomfortable and embarrassed with the thoughts he'd had last night while Tanner slept. He felt guilty about enjoying their sexual encounter, and a bit humiliated that he'd agreed to post the pictures on the Internet.
He made his way down stairs, deeply troubled, and started his daily routine of tidying the house and doing the dishes. Tango idolized his mom, and took care of the house for her when she got rotated to nights, making sure that the dumb shit never accumulated to irritate her or disturb her sleep.
Thinking about his mom brought on another wave of guilt as he tried to figure out exactly what if anything he'd tell her. Over loaded, he dismissed the topic and finished his chores, putting laundry in to wash, then set upon making breakfast for him and Taz.
He'd just finished toast, eggs, and bacon, when Taz ambled into the kitchen, his hair wedged to one side from sleeping on it, and his eyes puffy and blinking. "Morning, sunshine." Tango smiled, sliding a glass of juice to his friend. Taz grumbled illegibly, then sat at the counter on a barstool.
They ate in silence, Tango not sure what to say, and Taz slow to wake up. Tango cleared the dishes and started the dishwasher, then caught a whiff of stale passion from Taz and pointed up the stairs to the shower. Upstairs, he laid out clothes from Taz's drawer in his dresser, then pulled on a pair of battered cargo shorts and a T-shirt nearly see through from years of use. His equally worn Vans were taken from the closet, and he collected his wallet and keys.
Taz wandered in from the shower, considerably more alert, and dropped his towel on the floor, stopping to pull on bikinis and the worn board shorts Tango had laid out. Tango sat at the desk and realized that he was watching Taz dress. His face went red, and he turned away to light a cigarette.
The ride to the parts store was a quiet one, both of them tired from a lack of sleep. The old landscape truck squeaked and bounced, annoying Tango beyond words, though he'd rarely noticed it before. They parked and got out, the already warm sun beating on them, and went into the dark coolness of Tarloni's Auto Parts and Repair.
Tango walked up and sat on a stool at the counter, taking out his wallet and pulling out his debit card. Taz went into the isles of the store, searching out the various seals, compounds, and oils that they would need to resurrect the Bitch.
"Hey!" A soft female voice said, causing Tango to look up quickly. He smiled his most charming smile as Cassidy Tarloni walked up from behind the counter. She stood 5'8" tall, corn silk hair, and dimples that would drive any male into utter desperation. He perfect teeth showed brilliantly, despite the low light, and Tango felt his throat contract. She was one year younger than he was, and worked here for her dad.
He cleared his throat and tried very hard to not look or sound stupid. "Hey Cass. Did your dad get my transfer case done?" He looked into her eyes, and his heart fluttered a little. She had to be one of the most perfect creatures God ever made.
"Uh huh. I'll get the slip for it." She winked at him, giving him chills. "Don't go anywhere, 'kay?" Tango watched her walk away, allowing his eyes to roam her perfect body, intimately aware of every curve from years of studying her.
He blinked, and realized that Taz was looking at him, the corners of his mouth slightly up turned. "I told you I didn't think you were gay." He whispered very quietly, smiling and chuckling. He took the keys for the landscape truck and headed outside.
Taz pulled the truck around to the shop door and backed in, straining to see where to stop. It was a bitch to drive the beat up old truck because the seat wouldn't slide forward, causing him to need to sit on the edge of the seat to see and steer. He turned off the engine and lit a smoke, then jumped out to lower the tailgate.
After a few minutes, Tango and Cass came out through the roll up door, Tango pushing a steel cart with the transfer case on it. Together he and Taz hoisted it on to the bed of the truck, careful not to let it down to hard.
"I'll see you Friday, Cassidy. Thanks, and tell your dad thanks, too." Tango smiled, then walked into the back of the truck, nearly knocking himself down. He blushed and smiled nervously, then went around to the driver's side and climbed in.
"That was smooth." Taz whispered as he got in, then ducked a fist thrown at him. "Whoa, Hero! I was kidding!"
"You are such a pain in the ass sometimes!" Tango hissed and jammed the truck into gear.
"Yeah, I am." Taz grinned widely. "But it wasn't me that racked myself in front of her, either."
As soon as the got to Tango's house they were under the Toyota. Tango was on his back, using his arms and feet like a hoist, while Taz moved quickly to put the mounting bolts in. Tango sagged as the last one went in, his arms and legs shivering from exertion. He threw a cigarette to Taz and lit one for himself, looking up at the new transfer case.
"If we get the drive lines connected, I think the linkage is still set right. I don't think we'll need to take it to the shop." Taz pointed at the underside of the truck.
"I didn't move it. I left it where the factory set it." Tango picked u a wrench and began to tighten down the mounts. "Go grab us a Coke, Taz. If Mom's up, tell her where were are."
"Got it." Taz rolled out from under the truck and trotted to the house. He was back in a few minutes and held out a can to his partner. "She's asleep, dude." Taz crawled back under the truck and used his muscular back to lift up on the casing, making it easier to tighten the bolts.
An hour later, they admired their handiwork. It had gone flawlessly, and the 4runner was ready to drive. They hoped. Tango got in and started it, relieved when it started easily. He had carefully kept the battery charged for the last three and a half weeks. "Move the truck, man. Let's test it out."
Taz nodded with a grin and ran to the landscape truck to back it onto the street. When it was out of the way, Tango closed his eyes and pulled the gear selector down into drive. He imagined all sorts of noises the vehicle could make as it shredded the new pieces, and the noises it could make as it did so, but instead, it quietly shifted into gear, and he felt the drive lines lock up with a quiet snick of metal on metal.
The passenger door opened and Taz bounded into the truck. "I fucking told you we were Gods!" he shouted and through his arms around Tango. "Now let's go see what it can do!"
"Okay." Tango let off the brake, carefully rolling forward, then began to apply gas a tiny bit at a time. The Toyota pulled smoothly out of the driveway, turned left, then roared up the street. They stopped at a burger place and ate, then went looking for Joey. He enthusiastically patted their backs and congratulated their achievement.
"Now get out of here, dammit! I mean it. You two are off for a couple of days." He waved them into the truck and threatened to kill them, which he did often, then shook his head as they took off like a jet. "Goddamn kids." He mumbled with a smile.
Twenty minutes later, Tango pulled of the highway onto a dirt road that lead to the hills, their favorite wheelin' place. They stopped and checked under the truck for leaks, then got in and set it into four-wheel drive. The road split into two, with the one on the right being the usual road to get to the lake, and the one on the left for off roading. Tango turned left.
They found a shady clearing and stopped the truck, both smiling like damned fools and panting. The climb had been worth it, and the normally indigo blue and black 4runner was now dusty and covered with mud from more than one river crossing. Tango laughed and pulled his shirt off, using it to clean the windshield. Taz did likewise, then collapsed under a tree.
"God I missed that." He chuckled, making room for Tango to sit next to him. "That's the only time I ever really unwind."
"Me too." Tango sighed, eyeing over his baby. The truck was the center of his world, and it had been a long month with out it. "Cassidy invited me to a party Friday. I was scared the truck wouldn't be running."
"You dog." Taz punched Tango in the shoulder. "I knew I shouldn't leave you to alone."
"God you're an idiot sometimes." Tango pushed Taz over. "I want you to come to. We need to find you a date."
"Nah. I'll meet somebody there."
"Do you think she kisses good?" Tango asked, a far off look in his eyes.
"I don't know. I never met anybody that went with her."
"Me either." He was quiet for a moment, and an almost painful expression flitted over his face.
"What's the matter?" Taz asked, missing nothing. "You looked sick for a minute."
Tango pulled his knees up, and then glanced at Taz. "What if I'm not a good kisser?" He said quietly. "Man, that would suck, being embarrassed in front of her."
"So practice." Taz yawned and lay back against the tree. "Be ready for her." His words almost disappeared in the yawn, making him hard to understand.
"How the hell do I do that?" Tango asked. Taz didn't answer, and he reached over and tweaked his nipple.
"Ow!" Taz sat up suddenly, grabbing his chest. "I was listening! Jesus!"
"What would you do to get better?" Tango asked insistently
"Well pinching her tits ain't gonna help!" Taz grumbled. "How the hell should I know? I don't know if you a good kisser now."
"Um, yesterday,…." Tango blushed, and Taz grinned.
"Oh yeah. I wasn't really paying attention." Taz chuckled. "I think it was okay."
"You think it was?" Tango narrowed his eyes, feeling irritable.
"Uh…you were doing other things that distracted me." This time Taz turned red. "I guess I could pay more attention. Kiss me again."
"What?!" Tango's eyes widened. His heart rate sped up, and he knew that his palm had gone sweaty. "I don't know, man. I…"
"Jesus Christ, Tango, chill. You wanted help, I offered. I didn't say I wanted your baby." Taz held his hands out. "I just said kiss me."
Tango thought for a second, felt his stomach knot, then leaned over and pecked Taz on the lips. His dream from last night came to mind, as did his long thoughts before he fell asleep. He watched Taz blink several times, the sides of his mouth curving down slightly.
"You're fucked, dude. That was pathetic."
Tango gritted his teeth, then leaned over again, putting his arms around Taz and pulling him close. Their tongues met, and Tango lost himself in the kiss, forgetting where he was and who he was with. Almost instinctively, his hand roamed over Taz's muscular chest, and he could feel Taz's on his beck. He pulled away for air, sagging against the tree, disoriented.
Taz breathed heavily and propped himself on his hands. After a moment he swallowed and licked his lips. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, dude." He glanced at Tango's crotch and saw that he'd had a similar reaction to his own. "I had no idea you were good like that, man. It's like a major talent."
"Thanks." Tango grinned sheepishly, embarrassed at the reaction in his lap. "I think we ought to go. Mom probably left for work already." They got in the Toyota and rode home, catching each other looking from time to time.
A note on the counter said there was money for pizza, and thanks for getting everything done. She also congratulated them for getting Tango's truck done, but asked them to clean up the carport. They did that first, then mowed the lawn and ordered pizza.
Taz pulled off his clothes and grabbed a towel, leaving Tango to check the email and the new web site while he showered. Tango settled at the desk and fired up the computer. The email they'd chosen took forever to open after he put in the password, and he blinked in surprise as the messages began to list. There had to be over seventy! He began to open them, directing the computer to save them into a password- protected file.
Holy shit! They were a hit! Every message was about how fresh they were, how beautiful, blah blah blah, and how everyone wanted more. One email from the AVS company explained how much they made for every visit, and how much they made when someone bought that AVS. Tango tried to calculate it in his head, but couldn't quite figure it out. The last message was from ' a friend ', and offered to help them build a cooler page.
"Wow, how'd we do?" Taz leaned over Tango's shoulder, dripping on him.
"Taz, there's almost a hundred emails here, each worth about twelve cents." Tango tapped the keys and showed him the cash email. "And that's how many we got to sign up with the AVS. As close as I can figure, we made about $250.00."
"In one night, without breaking a sweat." Taz howled and jumped up and down. "This is like candy from a baby, man. We gotta give'm what they want!"
Tango picked up Taz's towel and handed it to him. "There's also more than one suggestion that we get an all over tan."
"Does that mean you'll still help?" Taz's eyes lit up, and he threw his arms around Tango. Without intending to, they kissed again.
Tango almost resisted, but reached out and turned on the little camera instead. He took Taz in his arms and let the towel drop, then allowed Taz to undress him. He zeroed in on one of Taz's nipples and nipped it, feeling Taz shudder. His free hand grasped the other's dick, and he slowly began to stroke it.
Taz fell back on the bed and pulled Tango down. He kissed his way down to the thin trail of brown that gave away to Tango's rapidly hardening staff. Tango rolled onto his back, and with only a glance, Taz put his mouth over Tango, encircling the shaft with his tongue.
Tango grunted and sat halfway up, unable to believe what was happening, but unable to stop it. Taz pushed him gently back down, and he pulled at Taz's legs, moving him onto the bed and over Tango. He got a close look at Taz's cock and balls for the first time, exploring them with his hands. He heard Tanner grunt and moan softly, and felt the vibration travel through his body. It was electrifying.
Taz shivered as he felt Tango engulf him, and he redoubled his efforts. Tango stiffened and moaned, which carried through to Taz, who then also stiffened, feeling his body tensing up to spew. Tango erupted into his mouth, gagging him, and tried to keep up with the enormous pulses. It went all over his face and chest, in his hair, and all over Tango.
Tango let go of his load, subconsciously moving faster on Taz. Taz bellowed and squeezed his legs together, trapping Tango. Tango felt the thickness increase, then saltiness blew into his mouth, choking him. He tried to swallow, but the sheer amounts damn near flooded his throat, and he had to push everything out of his mouth.
Taz crawled around and collapsed on Tango's chest, feeling the other's hand stroke his hair. He closed his eyes and rested, letting his heart rate slow down. Although Tanner couldn't articulate how he felt, he had never been happier than he was right now. He molded his body to Tango's and silently wished that it would go on forever.
Tango looked up at the camera on the tripod, and dismissed his feelings that it was wrong to do what they were doing. He didn't want to admit that he had really enjoyed what had just happened, and neither did he want Taz to move away from him. The whole room smelled musty, and the sent brought back vivid memories of the orgasm that he'd just had. The most powerful one he could remember.
They stayed like that for nearly twenty minutes, until they had to peal themselves apart. The mess that they'd made was still all over their skin, and Tango took Taz by the hand and led him to the shower. As often as they'd been in the bathroom together, naked a lot of the times, it had never had a sexual connotation until now.
Tango turned on the water and let Taz step in, then climbed in himself. Their eyes met, and Tango bent to kiss, the pressure of the hot spray pounding his shoulders. Taz picked up a bar of soap and began to lather Tango down. Tango closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, enjoying the feel of Taz's hands as they searched his skin.
Taz soaped Tango's dick until it was barely visible, then with a twinkle in his eye, turned against the far wall and spread his legs. Tango hesitated only a second, again dismissing his gremlins, and stepped forward, using his hands to spread Taz's cheeks.
Taz winced in pain as Tango entered him, but didn't make a sound. It felt so incredible as Tango slowly advanced, spearing him. He arched his back slightly, allowing Tango to push in farther, and finally he felt hair touching his ass.
Tango began a slow pumping rhythm, reaching around and taking Taz in his hand. He matched the tempos, slowly increasing his speed, until he felt a hot burn in his stomach that caused his muscles to tighten. Under him, Taz tightened his ass, causing the burning to increase.
Tanner moaned and pushed back against Tango. He felt his balls tighten, and he knew he'd come soon. If he could've spoken, he'd have gasped a warning, but his mouth and tongue hung useless as the buzz in his nerves heightened. All at once he straightened up, his back against Tango's chest, and he shot hard into the wall. Long ropes were immediately washed away by the shower as he spasmed again and again.
Tango shouted in surprise, he free arm wrapped around Taz's chest. Unable to stop, he drove himself relentlessly into his best friend. He screamed, emptying himself into Tanner, and holding him against his chest. Tanner quaked with tension, sending his load onto the wall, and Tango put his hand out to support them both. After a few seconds, Taz looked up and they kissed. Tango pulled out and turned him around. The water ran cold before they parted.
Twenty minutes later, Tango sat at the desk and went through the pictures the camera had captured. It was hard to decide which ones were usable, since every one of them made him want to throw Taz on the bed and fuck him. And that's how he felt, too. He didn't know how his emotions would stack up, but he definitely loved to fuck Taz. That was concrete.
Taz walked in to the room, dropped a pizza box on the bed, and pulled off his board shorts, revealing an unusual lack of underwear. He pounced onto Tango's lap and kissed him. "Man, that shit makes me hot." He indicated the pictures.
"Me to, but I think I'd curl up in a ball and die if I came again." Tango smiled. "I figured out how to update the web page, and I emailed back that guy that offered to help us." He pulled the pizza over and got them each a slice. They ate ravenously, consuming the entire pie in a few minutes.
Taz noticed a splatter of pizza sauce near Tango's left nipple and bent o lick it off. Tango shivered. "Damn it. I said I need to recharge, Taz."
"It's not my fault you're a sloppy eater." Taz got up from Tango's lap and got them each a smoke and lit them. "I was gonna ask you. If one sight makes a couple hundred in a weekend, wouldn't two or three make a grand?"
"Making the first one nearly killed me, Taz. Now you wanna do more?" Tango shook his head. The doorbell rang, and Taz pulled on his shorts. "I got it." He ran out the door and down the stairs. Tango pulled on a pair of shorts and followed, minimizing the computer screen.
He got to the bottom of the stairs as Taz opened the door, and there stood Brett Davidson, a friend of both theirs, and the son of their boss, Joey Davidson. Joey was average in height and build, while a lot overweight. His son, Brett, was tall, muscular, and tanned liked Tango and Taz. His platinum blond hair was short and spiked, and his T-shirt hung out of his back pocket like it usually did.
Tango and Taz both respected Brett because of his size and strength, and because they were good friends on the job, eating lunch together every day possible. Tango held his fist out and smiled as Brett popped it his his fist, then let Tango pop his. "Wassup, Tang?" He asked, moving in from the porch.
"Nadda, dude. I f I'd known you were coming, I'd've ordered more pizza." Tango put his hands on his hips and leaned against the back of the couch. "Did you guys get finished? It's only seven."
"Yeah, man." Brett's crew was hooking up the main water feeds to the entire sprinkler system. In order for it all to be completed, Brett had to finish. "That's not why I'm here though."
Tango looked confused. "Then why did you stop by? I mean you're welcome anytime, but what did you stop by for?"
Brett's face went a little red, and he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his legs. "I spend a lot of time on computers when I'm not workin' with dad. I came to help you fix that lame ass web site." He smiled a devil's grin, catching both their eyes.
Tango felt the world spin. His chest hammered, and his knees nearly buckled. He faintly heard Taz gasp.
"Aw, fuck."
This particular story has been a bugger to write. I am way open to suggestions on this one, or if everyone agrees, I'll write a scene about a meteor or something, and end this one. Tell me what you think.
Dan
Rimshot@planetaccess.com