“Is this your rope, Puck?”
“Whose else would it be?”
“You brought this all the way here, when you knew the ranch would have everything needed to keep you in your place as a ponyboy?”
He blushed.“I really like bondage, okay?I thought I might have the opportunity to tie someone up, or…gettied up.I knew I wasn’t gonna be a ponyboyallthe time.”
By now he had his T-shirt off and was pushing down his jeans and boxer briefs.His half-hard cock bobbed in front of him as mine pushed against the fly of my pants.
“What do you want to be?Right now?”I said, about to combust with desire.
“Huh?”
I let my words hang in the air while Puck’s cock fattened up right in front of me.
He didn’t look at me, only concentrated on folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile while my hands itched to touch him.
“Would you be my ponyboy?”
His head jerked up, and he gazed at me from beneath a bit of hair that had flopped forward.He touched the tip of his tongue to the metal ring in his lip and arched a brow.
“There’s not much room to trot in here.”
I smiled, my breaths coming quick.
“I don’t need you to trot,” I said.
Puck crossed his arms in front of his chest.His dick was pointing at me.His pants were around his ankles.Slowly, deliberately, he turned away and bent to the laces of his docs.
I almost choked on my fucking tongue.Because, suddenly, Puck’s bare ass was lit by the soft light from the lamp as he leisurely undid his boots and removed them.
Time seemed to stand still.I watched the muscles in his thighs twitch and followed the curve of his ass with my gaze as he pulled his pants off and tossed them aside.I guess he was too preoccupied to fold them.
He said, “I’m leaving my socks on because the floor is filthy.”
“Come here.Sit down,” I said, because I had an idea.
Puck straightened and moved to sit on the mattress.
He eyed me warily as I dropped the bundle of rope beside him and went to gather up his bubble-gum boots where he’d left them.
Puck scooted backwards, his body lean and lithe and gorgeous, watching me with unabashed curiosity as I knelt and held up one boot.
“What are you doing, Oliver?”
“I’m putting these boots back on you.Because they are so pretty—” I swallowed thickly.“—and I want you to wear them, while I do nasty, nasty things to you.”
Our gazes met and held, and I swear it was a good thing there wasn’t anything actually combustible in here because the energy between us could have set off an explosion.
“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning back on his elbows and lifting his sock-covered foot.
I carefully slid his boot on, tugging firmly as his heel found its place, while Puck deliberately let his knee fall to the side as I tied the rainbow laces, giving me a glimpse of the dark cleft between his cheeks.As I lifted my gaze to see, he leisurely wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it, watching me.
“You’re good with knots,” he said as I tied the laces of his boot into a double bow.
“Yes.”I glanced up and smiled.“I did some sailing in my youth.”
This made Puck snort a laugh.“You sound like you’re fifty.You’re stillinyour youth.”
