“The only thing that’s ever caused me this much grief without an actual death in the family is a broken heart,” he observes.
“Ding, ding, ding,” I say, sniffling loudly.
“I don't suppose these tears have anything to do with the fact that Wick has gone out on a date tonight?”
I tighten my grip on him. “It’snota date. It's a fuck appointment.”
“And that hurts, doesn't it?”
I nod, my tears wetting his neck. “I wish it didn't. God, I feel so stupid. I was on the rodeo circuit for years.Years. Never once caught feelings. Never even wanted to. And then I fuck literally the most unavailable man possible, and boom, feelings.”
Joaquin lets out a sigh, then goes quiet. I glance up to find his sorrowful eyes looking back at me. He shrugs, wiping a stray tear of his own.
“Feelings for Wick are…inevitable, I think,” he says, his deep voice faltering. “He’s so fucking lovable.”
I nod, resting my forehead on his shoulder, fisting his shirt tight, unable to stop the tears. His hold never falters, even though we’ve both admitted we’re brokenhearted over the same man.
He angles my chin up so my eyes meet his. “Kiss me, Colt. Let’s help each other forget him for a while.”
12
JOAQUIN
Colt wipes the tears from his face, peering into my soul with his luminous eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice quiet.
I nod, my hands aching to hold him. “Yes. I think a night to ourselves will do us both good.”
Running his sleeve over his face to take care of the last of the tears, he takes a deep breath then touches his lips to mine. The soft pressure gives me a buzzy, heady feeling, and I push into the kiss with a groan.
I pull back to check on him, and he sends me a soft smile. I kiss him again, and the stress of the last few days falls away. Soon enough, he opens for me, and I lick inside his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue with mine.
We go back and forth like that for a while, and I lean into his sturdy body. Mierda, he's wonderful. So cuddly and passionate. We slowly work our way into his room and shut the door behind us, our kisses intensifying. I walk him backward until we hit his bed.
“May I?” I ask, pulling at his shirt.
He nods, and we continue to kiss as I disrobe him. Once he's down to his underwear, he begins to help me with my clothes, removing my shirt and my boots. Once we’re both nearly naked, I can't wait another second to kiss him again.
“Would it be weird…?” I wonder out loud. “Would you mind…can I have you lie on top of me?”
Rubbing his belly, he nods, and I wonder how often lovers have asked him for that very same thing. I lie back on the bed, adjusting on the pillow. Straddling me, he lowers himself, lining up our cocks as his belly presses against mine. The weight and squish of him sends pleasure out along every nerve pathway, erasing the sadness of just a few moments ago.
We stay like that for several minutes, making out, frotting, taking simple pleasure in each other. My hands search out his ass, and I squeeze the soft-firm flesh, sending even more happy brain chemicals zipping through my body. Everything about him feels like comfort and passion in one sunny if tear-stained package.
He finally pulls away, breathing just as heavily as I am. “We can grab some condoms from Wick’s room, but I've been on PrEP ever since I was on the road. I’m negative,” he offers.
Even though he’s much younger than I am, I find that he's more mature than his cuddly bear appearance would make one think.
“I’m not on PrEP, but Wick is, and I’m negative. I've only been with you and Wick since my most recent test.”
He nods. “Works for me. The other night…I just wanted your cum dripping out of me.”
I bite my knuckle at the memory. “You have no idea. I would’ve loved to fill you up, to see it.” I give him another kiss.
“Yeah?”
I nod, entirely sincere. “How do you want it?”
