Pride of the Veld

PRIDE OF THE VELD
    By LE Franks
    CHAPTER ONE
    “Oh God, Danie, fuck! Please, please, ahh…” Danie kept up his slow, deep slide into him, ignoring the pleas. Danie was smiling and Geo was starting to break, whining and bucking up into him, trying to change the slow burn he was being given into a hard, heavy heat. Danie slid his hands up and down Geo’s sides, petting his skin with a soothing stroke.
    “Not yet, not yet Geo. Hold on, we’re going to fall off the edge of the world together.” Geo started to shake. Danie’s Afrikaner accent lit the nerves of his spine, sending the hairs on his neck prickling. He gripped Danie’s forearms, holding him near, though Danie was refusing to drop down onto him, refusing to melt into his arms, not until Geo gave him everything. Everything again… except he wouldn’t. Not this time, not today, maybe not ever again. He’d made that mistake once, two summers ago, and had his heart broken by this man. He didn’t want to let him that close, ever again… but it was so hard to resist.
    Geo licked up the nearest arm. Danie’s skin was warm and salty from a day of driving across the wildlife reserve, tasting of sun and sky, the brown parched earth, the grasses crushed under boot; there was a flavor of wildflowers and succulents, the rich blood of antelope, the pulse of the veld. Danie tasted of the only home that Geo ever cared about― which of course made the fire they generated between them risky. Too risky to let loose, like a wildfire racing across the plains destroying all life caught in its path. Dear God, Danie was like an anarchist, throwing Molotov cocktails at every single one of his defenses, tearing apart all the careful construction with his body. Geo tightened his hold on the other man.
    Danie reared back, ripping himself out of Geo’s hands only to drive himself forward into Geo’s slick heat. The pounding intensified, and Geo found himself floating as the pleasure ratcheted higher and higher. Danie slid an oily hand along his cock, twisting the head and stroking down the length matching the rhythm of his thrusts, over and over until Geo felt himself fall apart― come spurting across his abdomen and chest.
    Danie slammed deep inside once more, following him over the edge, settling onto his forearms to keep from crushing him. “God damn, Geo. You’re going to kill me yet,” Danie murmured into his neck, licking at the sensitive skin behind his ear. “Geo…”
    Geo froze. “Shhh! Danie! What’s that?” He slapped his hand over Danie’s mouth, and tried to quiet his breathing so he could hear. They’d stopped in an area of the Christiansen Reserve that was usually out of the range of the known predators, though without fencing it wasn’t uncommon for an animal to wander through from time to time. He listened again. He could hear a rustling in the bushes providing cover on the far side of their camp. There was definitely something moving around outside.
    “Hand me my gun Geo. Think it’s next to you,” Danie whispered to him, rolling carefully up into a crouch, his penis, still wet with his release, lying across his thigh. Geo resisted the urge to laugh, as incongruous as this moment was. He strained his hearing, listening in the velvety darkness of the tent for a hint that would identify the creature currently investigating their camp.
    “Shit, Danie, don’t shoot anything; just scare it off,” Geo hissed, shoving the rifle stock into his waiting hand. The rustling stopped as Danie carefully moved the tent flap aside, muscles tensed, and slid into the African night.
    “Fuck!” The shout was a little muffled through the canvas tenting, but Geo could hear the fear resonating in the voice. He grabbed his pants, yanking them on as fast as he could before searching around by feel for something to cover Danie. Geo flung himself out of the tent, skidding to a halt at the sight before him.
    Danie stood in the glow from their campfire; glistening brown skin stretching across his broad shoulders and towering frame reflected the flickering light. Even nude, he commanded respect. The muscles rippled in Danie’s arms as he held his rifle pointed down at the other man’s feet. It was a man, their visitor, and not some animal looking for an easy meal. Geo turned and glanced around for any sign of a vehicle, but all he could see was the deep dark night.
    “Okay, Danie?” Geo approached carefully, keeping out of his line of sight. The other man