“Yeah. That was good huh?”
“Yes. It was. I love to watch you…” One hand slid over his thigh.
“Mmm. Wanna go lock ourselves in the bedroom?” He wanted privacy for what he was about to do.
“Hell yes.” Coke’s lips brushed the back of his neck. “Now is good for me.”
“Cool.” That was what he wanted to hear. They spent five minutes settling the bassets and turning stuff off. Then they headed for bed hand in hand.
Coke shut the door behind them, locked it, and leaned, smiling at him.
“Hey, babe.” He turned, going right into Coke’s arms.
“Cowboy.” Coke’s hands landed on his ass like they belonged there.
They did, really. Coke’s and no one else’s. “Missed you today.”
“Yeah. It’s good to have them here, but there’s something nice about just…being.”
“You know it.” He leaned a moment, listening to Coke’s heartbeat. “They had fun, though, huh?”
“They did.” Coke’s hand stroked through his hair, slow and easy, and his bullfighter hummed softly, sounding perfectly happy.
“Mmm. Love how you feel, babe.” Coke was solid, warm.
“Good.” Coke picked him up, carried him to the bed before he had a chance to point out that Coke wasn’t supposed to be lifting. It was hot, though, so once he was down, what could he really complain about? Dillon wiggled out of his sweats, spreading a little.
Coke groaned, licked his lips, eyes wandering over his body as the man undressed. “Finest man in bull riding.”
“Come and get me, babe.” He’d put Coke on the bottom, actually, but Coke didn’t need to know that yet.
The mattress dipped as Coke climbed on, and one hand slipped up his leg. “Gotcha.”
“Mmm. Now what?” He could think of, like, a gazillion things.
“That’s easy.” Coke stared at him, serious as a heart attack. “I keep you.”
“Yes.” Oh, God, when Coke said shit like that, he just melted. “Come here, babe.”
Coke got in push-up position, lowered himself down to cover Dillon. Hot.
“Don’t hurt your back…” He had to register the protest, even if he was about to get lost in the kiss.
“Mmmhmm.” Coke’s tongue slid over his lips, asking to be let in.
Dillon opened up, letting this kiss go deep, slow, and exploratory. Coke was in a good mood. He melted into the mattress, Coke heavy and solid on top of him. His hands moved, sliding along Coke’s shoulders, down the man’s ribs.
He could feel it, when Coke’s muscles started to argue, tremble. The kiss never changed, though. Not a bit. Dillon hummed, easing Coke over on his side so they faced each other, and he pressed one leg up to meet Coke’s cock.
“Dillon.” Coke pushed down against him, bit at his bottom lip as they moved.
“Mine, babe. You’resomine.” He couldn’t ask for more than this, really. His Coke, laid out to love on.
“Yes.” Coke’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulled him in for another kiss.
His breath hitched, and Dillon had to have more. He rose up on his elbow to push Coke down on his back. Then Dillon crawled on top. He could feel Coke, hot and heavy against his thigh, pushing against him. He reached down between them without even thinking about it, his fingers closing around Coke, his thumb rubbing. Hot. So hot.
“Dillon.” Coke spread, lips parting. “Fuck, good. More.”
