It was no surprise that I dreamed about his hands on me.
The next morning I stumbled out of bed late after a night spent dreaming. I blinked sleep from my eyes and when my right foot slipped on something, I looked down blankly for a moment. I rubbed my eyes, not thinking it could be what I thought it was, but it was still there when I opened them again, so I leaned down and picked it up.
There was nothing subtle about this sketch. I was lying on a bed, back arched, head thrown back, eyes shut, as I pumped my cock. I looked at this drawing of me and I blushed. This wasn’t memory, it was imagination.
I stood there, my morning wood becoming actual interest as I thought of Wade spending time fantasizing about me, thinking of me spread out on his bed putting on a show just for him. I dragged on my clothes from yesterday and was on my way out the door within a few minutes. At the last second, I turned around, rummaged through the drawer in my bedside table and stuck the lube and a condom in my back pocket.
Then I went to find Wade.
Chapter Twelve
I found Wade mucking stalls, not surprised that most of the meaningful conversations in my life have taken place around horse shit.
“Where is everybody, Wade?” He obviously hadn’t heard me come in because he jumped before turning to look at me.
“Mack and Dwayne ran to town. Billy, Joe and Tom are out working cattle.” Wade put down the pitchfork he’d been using and stepped out of the stall toward me.
“Good. Got something this morning.” No sense beating around the bush.
“That right?” Wade’s smile spread slowly across his face. He looked like he had a naughty secret.
“Oh, yeah. Think maybe you’d like it.” I walked up close to Wade until our chests brushed.
“Think so?” Wade slid his right hand up my arm to my neck in one smooth caress that made me shiver.
“Oh,
yeah
. I should pass it on.” Then we were kissing, tongues thrusting and hands flying as we both tried to touch as much of the other’s body as possible. It was desperate and needy and a little awkward at first as we learned the way our mouths fit together.
I heard myself moan as I finally learned the taste of Wade. He tasted like coffee, a little bitter, and something else. Something that I would bet was just all Wade, rich and dark and so very good.
Good in the way that climbing Mount Everest is good, or winning the Nobel Peace Prize good. There were no words for the feeling as he stroked my tongue with his and moved his hands down to cup my ass, bringing my hips up to rub our cocks together through denim. “So good.”
“Yeah,” he took the time to mutter as he sucked on my neck, and we attacked buttons and belt buckles.
“This isn’t going to last.” I thought I should warn him of that, and then he got his hand around my cock. Yeah, no way was this going to last longer than a few more strokes.
“Last long enough to be in me?” Probably not, but for that I’d damn sure try.
“Maybe. God, that feels so good.” He continued to pump my dick. “But not going to last long enough to fuck you if you keep doing that.” I wrapped my hand around his cock, loving the heft in my hand as it pulsed with life.
“Shit, we don’t have anything.” Wade groaned and kissed me again. “We should go up to the house.”
“Hell, no. We got everything we need.” I dug the condom and lube out of my pocket. “Turn around, hands against the wall.” I wondered what he’d think of that command.
He didn’t say anything, just turned around, put his hands on the wall until he was almost bent over, and looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. “You gonna show me how I like it now?”
“Sure am. Hope you want it rough and fast because anything else will have to wait ’til later.” I pushed his jeans all the way down to his ankles to help him widen his stance a little. Talk about down and dirty in the stables.
“Yeah, don’t hold back. Been too long.” And with that we both froze as we thought about why. Then he turned his head to look at me again, serious this time, and said, “Dylan. Now.”
I paused for just another moment, thinking that at some point you just had to make a conscious decision to leave the past behind, and then I finished rolling the condom down my cock.
I slid a lubed finger into Wade, listened to his breathing catch as I got him ready. When he began pushing back onto my fingers and mumbling things like “please” and “now” over and over, I lined up against his entrance and pushed in.
The feeling was so intense, the tight welcome of his body around mine, and we just stayed there a moment, my body plastered against his from where my hands covered his against the wall to the place where his body swallowed mine.
We just breathed. In. Out. In. Out. And I never knew until this moment that I’d sell my soul for the pleasure of breathing.
Then Wade groaned, and said, “Now. Please. Just move.”
So I did. In. Out. In. Out. Like breathing, only this was ten times better. A million.
I set up a pounding rhythm, pumping in and out, fast, hard, and I buried my face in the back of Wade’s neck, sucking on the skin there. Salt, sweat, man, Wade. I knew I’d never want another taste as long as I lived.
Adjusting the angle, I knew when I hit the right spot because Wade tipped his head back to rest against my shoulder and whimpered. Yes, whimpered. I’d never want to hear another sound during sex as long as I lived.
Wade was so sexy, and this felt so good, and I knew I was close when it occurred to me he might like a helping hand. Duh. I reached around and wrapped my hand around his cock, letting Wade fuck himself between my hand and my cock. I tightened my grip, put a little twist in, added a little rough, and then Wade was coming, his body tightening around me as he shot, and that was it. I was done. Or completely undone.
My climax left me gasping for breath and blinking my eyes to remove the spots dancing in front of me; my legs felt like the merest wind would knock me right over. I leaned on Wade, letting him support me. “Are you okay?”
Wade snorted. “As soon as I can talk, I’ll tell you. Have you seen my brain? I think I lost it somewhere.” Those were a lot of words. I laughed and then Wade joined in, and I thought from now on I would always order hot, desperate sex in the stables with a side order of laughter for after.
When the laughter died, I turned his head and captured his mouth in a soft, wet kiss, lazily stroking his tongue with mine. We both moaned, as if adding this connection again was too much. I felt Wade stiffen.
“Did you hear that?”
“What?” The galloping of my heartbeat drowned out everything else. I listened and heard what sounded like a car door slam. “Shit.”
‘Yeah.” And then we were scrambling to clean up as best we could and yank our clothing back on. I looked around for a place to put the condom, and finally just shrugged and stuffed it in my pocket.
We looked reasonably presentable by the time we made our way out of the stables and saw Mack and Dwayne unloading feed from the truck. Mack glanced at us and gave me a knowing look that made me drop my gaze and scuff my boot in the grass.
Wade turned to me, “I need to make a couple calls, and I’d like to talk to you if you have a moment, Dylan. Will you come up to the house?” By the look in his eyes, I didn’t think we’d be doing any talking.
“Sure, I’ll help unload and then I’ll be up.”
Wade nodded and walked toward the house, the slight hitch in his gait making me flush.
Dwayne paused next to me on his way to the barn, his face earnest and his eyes on Wade’s retreating back. “Is Wade okay? He looked flushed and he’s walking like he spent too much time in the saddle without a break.”
“Yeah. He’s fine.” My voice sounded strangled to my own ears.
When Dwayne was out of earshot, Mack came around the truck, clapped me on my back as he hooted with laughter. “Boy, I don’t even want to know what you both been up to. Just glad.”
“Glad?” I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“Yeah. You both been alone, and it’s nice to see my boys happy together.” Mack smiled, clapped me on the back one more time, and then ambled toward the bunkhouse. I helped Dwayne finish unloading, grabbed a quick shower, and then made my way to the main house, whistling.
Happy. Yeah.
Chapter Thirteen
An hour later I had my mouth wrapped around Wade’s cock, finally learning the taste of him as I gave teasing licks from base to tip, swiping my tongue over the head, which was steadily leaking pre-come.
“Please.” Wade was gripping the sheets in both hands, his head thrashing from side to side. I gave him what he wanted and sucked first on the head of his cock and then sank my mouth down his length until I felt him nudge the back of my throat.
I threw everything I had into it after that, just getting off on the taste of Wade, on the feel of him sliding through my lips and over my tongue. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I was. From the groaning and whimpering and the way his hands moved from clutching the sheets to clutching my head, I think he was.
I swallowed when he came, and that was it for me. I came without even touching my own cock. After I stopped trembling, I licked his dick clean, gentling my tongue strokes so it wouldn’t be too much for sensitized flesh.
His voice was husky as he said, “Dylan that was… Just give me a minute and I’ll take care of you.”
I laughed and nuzzled the crease between hip and thigh as he ran his hand through my hair. “No need. I, uh, took care of it.” He quirked a brow at me. “I took care of it by taking care of you.” I blushed, not sure why I was embarrassed by that.
“Oh. Wow.” He seemed to think about this for a minute then pulled me up for a kiss. He moaned into my mouth. “Do you have any idea how hot that is? That you got off just from getting me off? And that I can taste myself in your mouth?”
I propped my elbows on his chest and rested my head on my hands as I looked down at him. I let a smile curve my mouth. “I think I have an idea. But maybe we should try it again later to make sure I
really
get it. I think I might be a slow learner.”
Wade smiled. “Hmm. If we have to. But only if you cook me dinner first. I don’t work for free, ya know.”
I was just jonesin’ on the carefree and happy look on Wade’s face, but I was going to do it. Even as I told myself to wait, later would be fine, I was going to get serious.
“Why the drawings?” Wade’s smile faded at my words, and I rushed back into speech. “Not that I didn’t love them. I did. I do. I think they’re great. And I think I even get what you were trying to tell me, but why didn’t you say anything after that night at Ginny’s? After the first drawing of me?”
“Ah, because you gave me so many opportunities to, you mean?” He didn’t sound annoyed, but I still felt bad that I had avoided him like that. He continued. “You asked for something months ago. And maybe you weren’t asking for…for this, but I was just trying to let you know.”
Not sure why I needed to hear him say it, I asked, “Let me know what?”
“What I see when I look at you.” He rolled me over onto my back and leaned over me, rubbing a hand over the muscles in my chest and kissing me slowly. Gently. Telling me so many things I’d always wanted to hear, lip to lip. Leaning back, he said, “I see a friend, a desirable man, a lover.”
I kissed him, giving him back the unspoken words.
“Can I show you what else I see?” Wade seemed slightly unsure now, not meeting my gaze anymore.
“Sure.” I was curious as he rolled off of me and stood then walked over to his dresser. He held out his hand for me, and I joined him as he took a rolled sketch from his top drawer.
“Open it. See what I see.” As I unrolled it, he slid his arms around my waist from behind and set his chin on my shoulder. I felt my throat constrict and reminded myself to breathe.
“You see us.” Wade had drawn me on horseback. He was right next to me, and we were looking at each other and smiling.
“Yeah, I do.” He tightened his arms around my waist. “Never tried to draw myself before, but it was easy once I knew how I wanted to look.”
“Oh, yeah?” I still couldn’t think of anything to say. No jokes, no flippancy, no wisecracks this time.
“Yeah. Happy was really easy to draw. Looks good on both of us.” Wade kissed my neck and continued to hold me as we stared down at the drawing. More than I ever thought I’d see, right there in front of me. Right there holding me. I tipped my head back against Wade’s shoulder, closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of Wade here in the silence. It felt so right.
Of course, it would have felt wrong eventually if I continued without
something
to say. That just wasn’t me. “Well, let’s hope you keep your good eyesight into old age, then, eat your carrots and everything. Because I love your vision.”
Wade snorted against the side of my neck and then sobered. “Love. Yeah.”
Love. Oh, yeah.
About the Author
Dakota Flint currently lives innorthern SiberiaMichigan and is working on her law degree. An average day for her consists of reading about things like negligence or homicide, punctuated by thinking up interesting ways for two men to meet and fall in love. Given a choice between getting some writing time in and time for things like laundry or cooking dinner…well, let’s just say the pile of laundry is blocking out sunlight and there’s a very real chance that all the salad for dinner is turning Dakota into a rabbit…
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