Henry had no other choice but to give in to the sensations coursing through his body, his own dick growing impossibly, almost painfully hard. He noticed the pooling wetness in his briefs and shifted on his feet. Henry was almost panting at this point but didn’t really care. He was beyond caring. Beyond any need for hiding anything from this man standing so close to him. Massaging Henry’s ass, almost dry humping him in the middle of the waiting room, Colton spoke again, through gritted teeth.
“Can you feel what you do to me? This? It’s all you, Henry. One look at you, and you make me so horny that I’m only seconds away from coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. You wanna take me out on a date? You wanna buy me dinner?” Each sentence was underlined with the pumping of Colton’s hips against Henry’s own. He felt dizzy with want.
“Uh huh,” Henry once again forced out since exclamations and sounds had become his preferred language apparently. He swallowed, trying to pull himself out of the lust fog. “Yeah, I do.”
“You do, huh?” Colton gazed at Henry’s bottom lip, which he was biting continuously. Then Colton pulled him in for a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into Henry’s mouth, making him almost whine like an animal. Sucking on Colton’s tongue, he tried to focus on the kiss itself, afraid that he was going to blow his load right then and there with the possibility of a patient walking in at any time. Colton released his mouth slowly, nipping at the now swollen bottom lip.
“And then what about after we have dinner? What’s gonna happen then? After I put out and suck your beautiful cock, swallowing down your sweet, sweet cum? What’s gonna happen then? Are you gonna give me something in return?”
All coherent thought and ability to form a meaningful sentence had completely abandoned him by now, so all Henry could do was nod eagerly like the sex-crazed mute, he apparently was.
“Yeah,” Colton smiled, dark hazel eyes burning into his own, pupils blown wide. “What are you gonna give me? What are you gonna give me in return, sweetheart? Are you gonna give me that sweet, little ass of yours? Are you gonna give me your tight, little ass, sweetheart?”
Again, Henry nodded, attempting to pull out a simple word from the deepest part of himself. The only word he had left. The only word he would ever be able to give this man standing in front of him. A man who continued to surprise him, just when he thought that he’d figured him out.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Colton
COLTON STILL COULDN’Tbelieve how much his life had changed since he’d returned home to Nebraska. If it wasn’t for the shrapnel scars covering his upper back from the roadside bomb in Yemen and the nearly weekly nightmares, he could almost pretend that he’d never even gone to war in the first place. Hell, some days he almost didn’t recognize himself. He’d changed. He was not only happier, but he also felt younger and more carefree than he had in years. He was beginning to act spontaneous, reckless even, like earlier today, when he’d made out with Henry in the waiting room. If someone had told him a few months ago that he’d do something like that, he would have laughed in their faces. That wasn’t him. Or at least it didn’t use to be him.
Colton was controlled and withdrawn. He didn’t have one impulsive bone in his entire body, which was why he’d always made a good soldier. Constantly calculating risks. Pros and cons. Weighing out possible alternatives in case plan A failed. Now he felt like he was just jumping into the deep end of the pool, no plan B. No safety net. And it didn’t worry him at all, if he was being completely honest with himself. He liked it. He felt alive. Not planning every day into every little detail, acting on the spur of the moment, was starting to appeal to him.
Like the dirty talk today in the clinic. Where the hell had that come from? Jesus, he felt a chill of excitement and need course through his body just thinking about it.Are you gonna give me that sweet, little ass of yours?
Had that really been him, saying that while grabbing Henry’s ass in plain sight of any possible patients? Jesus! Colton didn’t trust his own mouth when he was around Henry. Anything could apparently pour out at any given moment.
Still, it wasn’t like the words had come out of nowhere. He’d been thinking about it ever since the blow jobs and the night he slept over at Henry’s place. What it would be like to be with Henry in that way. Penetrative sex. What it would be like to be inside another man. Well, not just any man. Henry. How would it feel to be inside Henry? To fuck him? Was Henry even interested in that? Was he? Yes, was apparently the answer to that.
He’d done some research. It wasn’t hard to find gay porn these days, and in a way, it wasn’t much different from what he’d been doing with women. Not that he’d ever done much. Sure, the equipment was different, but at the end of the day, sex was sex. It didn’t scare him that it was two men going at it. It didn’t particularly excite him either.
Sure, he could appreciate that the men in the video were built and good-looking but watching the larger guy slamming his dick into the smaller guy didn’t stir any desire or need inside him. It didn’t make him hard. Not the way that just being close to Henry or thinking of him turned Colton on. He wondered if Henry would moan and writhe beneath him like the guy in the video. He got hard just thinking about it now.Fuck.
He couldn’t quite explain why the idea of being with another man didn’t freak him out more. Maybe because he’d so far mostly been indifferent when it came to sex. Even the idea of maybe giving himself to Henry didn’t feel strange or foreign. If anything, the idea of having Henry inside of him, fucking him, turned him on just as much as the idea of fucking Henry.
“Colton? Earth to Colton.” Hank’s voice sounded slightly annoyed.
“Sorry, what?” Colton looked up from the hood of the old Ford, which he was giving a service check. He’d been completely oblivious to the fact that his uncle was addressing him.
“I was just asking about the Ford,” Hank pointed at the hood of the car, smirking knowingly.
“Oh, yeah, I must have been miles away,” he scratched at the back of his neck, looking questioningly at Hank.
“So?” his uncle was now full-on grinning.
“What? I mean, sorry. The Ford. Yeah, thirty minutes tops,” Colton replied as he reached for the wrench. “Why?”
“I was just wondering if you wanna skip dinner tonight and get some takeout instead? I don’t feel much like cooking.”
“Sure, just give me half an hour and then I can go pick up some food,” Colton bent over the hood and went back to work.
“Sounds good.” Hank came up next to him and placed his hand on Colton’s left shoulder, squeezing it fondly. Colton looked up at Hank questioningly and the older man smiled at him, a bit of concern in his eyes.
“You been thinking any more about getting some help for them nightmares? I heard you hollering again last night. It ain’t any of my business but they don’t seem to be getting milder,” Hank pulled out a cloth from his back pocket and wiped his hands, continuing to look at Colton.
He knew that his uncle heard him at night because he often asked if Colton was okay in the morning. Hank had also suggested a couple of times to head into Whitney or Chadron to see a doctor, but Colton had brushed him off every time.
