“Yes, sir. I ain’t gonna catch an attitude again.”
“Cuz you’re my good boy, right?”
A whine caught in Patrick’s throat. “Yes, sir.”
“You wanna come with my cock inside you, Baby? Or like this?”
“God.I want you inside, please.”
“Lift up. Good, now slowly lower yourself down. That’s it”—Patrick sucked in a breath, holdin’ it as he felt the head of Nash’s cock press at his hole—“nice and easy. You’re doin’ such a good job, Baby.Fuuuuck. That tight li’l hole feels so fuckin’ good ‘round my cock.”
Patrick’s breath punched from his lungs, and he dropped his head to Nash’s shoulder. It was too much—being face to face like they were with Nash’s sweet voice in his ear and rubbin’ small circles on his hip. Patrick clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip, shoulders shudderin’ as he tried not to fall apart. He wasn’t being good. He wasn’t ever gonna be good enough to make Nash stay if he started blubberin’. But it was too late. Patrick had always been soGod damnsoft and weak.
“I know, shhh, it’s okay. Breathe, Baby.” Nash leaned back and cupped Patrick’s face. Patrick struggled to catch his breath, tears racin’ down his cheeks. Nash placed their foreheads together. “I’ve got you, it’s gonna be okay. Just breathe for me.”
The words caught in Patrick’s throat, thick and tacky like molasses. He swallowed and blinked rapidly, tryin’ to get himself together. He closed his eyes, takin’ a deep but shaky breath. “Tell me I’m good,” he whispered, voice wet and weak.
Nash wrapped his arms around Patrick’s waist, holdin’ him closer. “Oh, Baby,” he breathed, nuzzlin’ their noses together. “You’re more than just good. You’rebreathtakin’. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I wish—”
Patrick kissed Nash before he could finish his sentence. Patrick already knew what Nash was gonna say, and he didn’t want to hear it. He wanted to pretend that Nash was gonna stay. Act like he would wake up hot and sweaty with Nash layin’ on top of him in the middle of the scorchin’ summer. Hold on to the childish hope that they would spend the rest of their lives on this ranch. Just the two of them, happy and in love.
Did he love Nash? Was that why his insides got all tangled around him? Why he couldn’t think straight half the time when Nash smiled real sweet or touched him?
Patrick pushed all those thoughts to the back of his head and began to rock his hips. The sensation stung slightly from the lack of prep and lube, but he didn’t mind. It kept him grounded in the moment. Nash moaned into Patrick’s mouth, and he swallowed it greedily. Slowly, the kiss degraded into tongue and teeth and pantin’. Hands grabbed and pulled and touched, takin’ off clothes 'til Patrick was naked in Nash’s lap. Nash leaned back against the hay bale, hands holdin’ Patrick’s hips and guidin’ his movements. A sly smirk quirked up the corner of Nash’s mouth.
“What?” Patrick asked.
“I was just thinkin’”—Nash dropped a hand to Patrick’s cock—“about how good you look ridin’ me and what a good fuckin’ boy you are.”
Sweat slid down Patrick’s spine as he chased his pleasure from both directions. Patrick tilted his head back, eyes screwing shut as he willed himself not to come. “Keep talkin’,” he panted. “Please.”
“Look at you, rememberin’ your manners. God, I got lucky with you. You’re such a good fuckin’ boy for me, Baby. Think I’m gonna fill your tight little ass when I come. What do you say? You want me to come inside you?”
A chill went down Patrick’s spine, and he nodded, rockin’ faster. “Please.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Fuck, ‘m so fuckin’ close. Can I come, sir? God—fuck—please, let me come.”
“That’s it, Baby. Come for me, let me see you fall apart.”
“Nash!” Patrick rode through his orgasm, toes curlin’ and muscles tensin’.
Nash wrapped his arms around Patrick’s middle, thrustin’ roughly up into him, moanin’ and gruntin’ in his ear. Patrickhid his face in the crook of Nash’s neck, whimperin’ something pitiful at the sensation of Nash comin’ inside. Nash slumped against the hay bales, but refused to let Patrick go, holdin’ him tight against his chest. Patrick melted into the embrace, thinkin’ to himself that he was mighty happy for what felt like the first time in a good long while.
7
After a shower that was more gentle, teasin’ touches than actual cleaning, Patrick and Nash laid on the small raggedy couch in the middle of the living room. Patrick laid on top of Nash, bare skin to bare skin, heart to thumpin’ heart. Light perspiration left from the shower dampened their skin, stickin’ them together, but it didn’t bother Patrick. Nash was lovin’ on him and that’s all Patrick cared about. Nash lazily trailed his fingers up and down Patrick’s arm, and he would sporadically place a soft kiss to the top of Patrick’s head. Patrick wanted to bottle the moment up and keep it in his pocket. Hold it close to his heart where it would be safe from everything and everyone. He wanted to do the same to Nash, but he knew their time was short, so he soaked it in while he could.
“Hey, Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you think about me comin’ every winter?”
Patrick’s heart sunk into his stomach. He knew they would have to talk about it at some point. Nash was only here for another couple of weeks. But why now? Why ruin the very moment that Patrick had planned on replayin’ over and over again 'til Nash came back to him?
“We could spend those long, cold months wrapped up together. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout nobody surprisin’ us.” Nash tilted Patrick’s head back. “It’ll just be the two of us, like it oughta be.”
Patrick gave a small smile that he hoped masked the ache in his chest. “I reckon that sounds nice.”
He didn’t bother sayin’ he thought Nash stayin’ forever sounded twice as nice because he knew Nash had other obligations. A wife and home to return to, friends to see, family to visit after a long season away from home. All Patrick had, and would ever have, was the ranch and Nash.
