Chapter Thirteen
PRELUDE TO A PICTURE SHOW
or
How to Get Soundly Wrecked by the Sweet Boy You Secretly Love
FIVE WEEKS PASSEDin a haze of delicious photography and that intoxicating feeling of getting to know someone you admired and lusted for.The other shoe never dropped, and Puck and I found ourselves more and more enamoured of each other.He seemed to settle in once he’d talked to Elijah and learned his friend’s future looked much more optimistic.
Who would have thought I’d find someone so suited to me and my brand of loving on a pony play ranch?I guess I was kinkier, and more of a fucking top than I’d thought.This ranch, and this ponyboy, was bringing it out in me.
I waited for Puck outside the grooming barn.When he came out the door he practically jumped into my arms.I grabbed him and fell against the wall so I didn’t go over.He wasn’t all that heavy, but he moved with the oblivious energy of an excited Labrador retriever.
“A free afternoon at the lake!With the sexy ranch photographer!”Puck said, caging me with his legs and shoving his pelvis against me.
“Oh, my.What have you got there?”I asked.
He winked.“What I always have there.Something to put in your mouth, Mr.Lambert.Or anywhere else you’d like.”
I playfully shoved at him.“Aren’t we going to the lake?”
“Sure.It’s great weather for a swim.And anything else we decide on.”
Puck stepped back and took my hand, pulling me off the wall and leading me along the path.When we reached the bunkhouse, Puck ducked inside to grab towels and suntan lotion.When he came out, I was standing with my hands in my pockets, enjoying the summer afternoon.
Puck appeared subdued.
“What’s wrong?”
He frowned.“Nobody’s there.I bet they’re all at the fucking lake.So much for a sexy rendezvous.”
“We could…uh…skip the lake and go to the shack.”I pretended to brush a piece of lint off his T-shirt.I really only wanted to touch him.“Nobody’s going to wonder where we are.We’ll just have to be careful coming back.”
Puck’s smile returned.“Okay.I’ll put this stuff back and get a blanket.”
“Do you have condoms?”
Puck stared at me, the corner of his lip twitching.He hesitated, glancing at my groin, then meeting my gaze.“Do we need condoms?”
Oh, fuck.The thought of having Puck with no barrier in the way made me lose my mind.
“What?”
“I actually haven’t gone bareback with anyone,” he admitted.“And it’s been a long time since the last guy.But if you’re nervous about it–”
I shook my head, smiling at the ground.
“No.I’m not.”I met his gaze again.“I was tested for everything last year, and haven’t been with anyone since.”I ran my fingers through my hair.It was embarrassing to admit although Puck had basically said the same thing.
But I grinned.“You’re the one who should be worried.”
Puck cocked his head.“Why?”
I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt.
“Because I have plans, ponyboy.”
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