Chapter Fourteen
Sully
“Then what are you waitingfor?”
Dean sat, one leg up, chin on his knee, admiring him from the hinged door at the other end of the truck bed.“This moment is so perfect,” he crooned, voice soft and gentle like his quietly batting lashes.“I don’t want to ruin it.”
Sully narrowed his gaze, growling quietly at his suddenly timid lover.“Ever had a cowboy suck your cock before?”he teased, literally watching the tremor of surprise jolt through Dean’s lithe little body.
“Beg pardon?”
“You heard me,” Sully continued to growl, tipping his cowboy hat quietly back so Dean could see just how serious he was.“I don’t think a little blow job between friends is going to ruin this pretty little moment.In fact, why the hell do you think I set this all up in the first place?”
“Why did you?”Dean asked, turning quietly and, slowly, crawling closer on all fours, looking every bit the sexy, slinky, countrified tourist Sully couldn’t wait to defile in the bed of his truck.
“For you, Dean,” Sully croaked, no longer play acting the lovesick cowboy who couldn’t wait to get into his lover’s pants.“I wanted you all to myself, out here in the open, away from prying eyes and open windows and, well ...kitchen implements.”
They shared a quiet chuckle, familiar and soft and warm, like lovers might.“This was all for me?”Dean was kneeling now, halfway up Sully’s body, still stretched out like he was sunbathing.
Sully tugged him close, wrapping his big, strong arms around Dean’s trembling little frame.They shared a quiet kiss, almost chaste, as if to match the romantic mood in the truck bed.“Baby, everything I’ve done since you walked in the damn bar yesterday has been for you.I’ve thought of nothing else.Planned nothing else.Lived nothing else.I can’t get enough of you and, well, I’d like to see how far we can take this thing before you have to get on back to life in the big city.”
Dean sighed, fluttering those pretty blond lashes as Sully reached for his hat and tugged it free, sliding it atop that sexy head stubble of his instead.“Hey,” Dean was indignant.“I thought I was hooking up with a cowboy tonight?”
Sully shrugged, wriggling the hat until it sat just right, if a little big, on Dean’s pretty little head.“Maybe I’d like to suck a cowboy’s dick tonight, too, Dean, huh?You ever think of that?”Sully had risen to his knees, feasting his eyes on the splendor that was little college boy Dean, nearly swallowed up by the throw pillows in the back of his truck.
Dean blinked up at him, head swallowed by the big old cowboy hat, eyes wide and swimming in the little winking lights spread round the truck bed.“But don’t you ...haven’t you ...before?”
“What?”Sully huffed, kneeling over one of Dean’s thighs.“Slept with a cowboy?”
“Yeah,” Dean said, wriggling as Sully made quick work of unbuttoning his cute little jean shorts.“I mean, what else is there around here?”
“You’re assuming I shit where I eat,” Sully chuckled, tugging the zipper down to find Dean’s long, skinny cock already straining against a fresh pair of tighty-whities.“Mostly I use one of those dating apps and set my parameters for within 50 miles, you know?Say I’m going on a business trip, get one of the gals at work to cover my shifts and spend a weekend in some shitty little motel off the interstate trying to get the courage up to go meet some out of state businessman looking to score.”
Dean had wrinkled his nose halfway through the story.“That ...that’s not very romantic.”
“You’re telling me?”
Sully had inched quietly down Dean’s body, jean shorts stuck over his knees, wriggling off his lover’s shoes before placing them by the picnic basket.When Dean wriggled his toes, indicating Sully should slide off his brand spanking new tube socks, Sully winked.“Naw, I think I’ll leave those on for now.”
“Yeah?”Dean sounded almost disappointed.
“Something about a guy in his socks, you know?”Sully muttered in a deep voice, as if to himself.“Kinda gets me all hot and bothered.”
“You’re weird,” Dean chuckled, breath hopping out in short little chunks as Sully finally tugged off his size medium shorts.
“You’reweird,” Sully chuckled back, folding them carefully and laying them atop the sneakers.“Now, off with that new shirt so I can suck on those smooth ass armpits of yours, cowboy!”
Dean did as he was told, eyes wide the entire time.When he handed Sully the shirt, he dutifully folded it and placed it atop the pile.“So bossy,” Dean admired out loud.
“You know you love it,” Sully grunted, shifting in his jeans as the very sight of Dean, splayed out in his socks and briefs, cock tenting his new undies, wearing that big old cowboy hat, had him hard as a tire iron and sticky like a bottle of pancake syrup with the top half-open.“Now, hold onto your hat.”
Dean wriggled in preparation, misunderstanding.“No, boy,” Sully growled, kneeling above him once more.“Literally, put your hands on that hat so I can see every little bit of you.”
“Oh, damn, shit...”Dean might have cursed, but he did as he was told.Sully liked that.He’d never hurt the little one, not in a million years, but damn did it feel good taking charge of someone so hungry, desperate and willing.“Okay then?”
Sully beamed, admiring the soft, smooth, pale canvas of flesh beneath each arm.“Fuck, baby,” he murmured as he placed a hand, palm down, on either side of Dean’s pigeon chest.“You are somethin’ else, you know that?”
For all Sully’s gooey, chewy flatter, Dean still sounded uncertain.“Yeah?”
