The Cowboy's Secret

by Riley Knight

  “Not fair,” he complained, without really meaning it. It was hard to complain too seriously about the incredible, intense havoc which was being wreaked on his all-too-willing body. Just like that, the blood was rushing south, making his cock twitch to life. It had never been at all difficult for Kyle to get him hard, even when it was inconvenient for him. “I’m trying to interrogate you here. Have some respect.”

  To which Kyle had the nerve to chuckle, and start to work his way down Malcolm’s body, kissing over every inch that he covered. Malcolm shuddered and groaned, locking his fingers on Kyle’s head, arching his body up toward those impossibly soft, sweet lips as his fingers slipped through silken hair.

  He did trust Kyle, that was the thing. If Kyle said that this was something that he would learn about later and that it wasn’t a bad thing, he could accept that and wait for when it was right. And that wasn’t even only because Kyle’s mouth was heading into some pretty interesting territory now, brushing over Malcolm’s navel and not looking like he was going to stop moving anytime soon.

  “Mmm, fuck, I love you,” Malcolm murmured and then gasped as Kyle’s lips brushed over the thick, aching head of his cock. Precome surged out of him and he shuddered with delight and increased desire as he painted precome over Kyle’s impossibly beautiful pink lips.

  “I love you, too,” Kyle murmured, and then he was slipping his mouth down over the length of Malcolm’s cock, taking him in, inch by inch, those luminous eyes sparkling up at him. Malcolm gasped, then moaned as he pushed up into that delicious heat which surrounded him and pulled him deeper inside itself, hot and wet and slippery and everything good in the world.

  Just when Malcolm’s balls were starting to tense up and it seemed to him that he was going to have no choice but to come all over that clever tongue, Kyle stopped completely, just pulled away from his dick so abruptly that Malcolm had a hard time even catching his breath.

  “Oh, come on,” he whimpered, and Kyle had the nerve to grin up at him, wrapping a hand around his erection and stroking him, base to tip, but far too slowly for Malcolm to get the stimulation that he would need. It was nothing but a giant tease, working him up with no real hope of release.

  “There’s something I want to try,” Kyle said, and something about the tone of his voice managed to cut through Malcolm’s haze of lust enough that he was able to realize something. Kyle was nervous. It was a rare thing to see, and he didn’t necessarily wear it very blatantly, but Malcolm knew his lover enough by now that he could tell what was going on.

  “What’s going on?” Malcolm asked, wondering if he should be concerned. His mind raced, trying to figure out what it was that Kyle could be nervous about because it took a hell of a lot to make the usually steady, sardonic man show any sign of nerves at all.

  “I’ve never done this before,” Kyle murmured, and that was when Malcolm started to have some idea what he was about to be asked. He was probably wrong, he told himself, trying to fight down the surge of excitement which went through him. Kyle had never shown any interest in that before, and he didn’t have any real reason to think he was now. It was probably just wishful thinking.

  “You know I’ll do it,” Malcolm promised, without even the slightest trace of hesitation. He didn’t need to think about it. There was nothing that Kyle would want to do that Malcolm wouldn’t be willing to try at least.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  Six words. That was all it was, one small sentence which had the power to change everything. Malcolm felt like he had slipped and fallen on his back, knocking the air right out of his lungs. Even when he had started to suspect what Kyle might be asking for, he hadn’t believed that it could happen.

  “Mal? Baby?” Kyle prompted him and gazed up at Malcolm from between Malcolm’s spread legs, his face concerned. It was then that Malcolm realized that he had been silent for far too long, and he swallowed, trying to get his throat to work. To so suddenly be handed something that he had wanted for a long time, but never thought to have, it just took him a moment to adjust.

  “Yeah. Yeah, fuck yeah, I’m in,” Malcolm replied, glad that they had both been tested, that they were cleared to go bareback. This was going to be his very first time inside another man, and he was going to get to do it bare, skin to skin.

  Kyle let out a sigh that was clearly a release of tension, and shifted up on top of Malcolm, kissing him so thoroughly that Malcolm could taste his own precome on Kyle’s lips. His body slid sweetly over Malcolm’s, rubbing teasingly against him, but when Kyle went to roll off of him, clearly intending to pull Malcolm on top of him, Malcolm stopped him in his tracks by grabbing the sweet, round curve of his ass and squeezing it, holding him in place.

  “Like this,” he demanded, using his grip on that gorgeous ass to guide Kyle to where he wanted him, the firm roundness of his ass pressing right up against Malcolm’s throbbing, eager erection. “I want you to ride me, baby.”

  Reaching out, Malcolm pushed his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, getting them nice and wet, and then slid his own slick hand down to get it slippery. He was leaking so much precome that he barely even needed to do that, but this was Kyle’s first time.

  “Do you need me to prepare …” he started, and then Kyle was shifting his position so that he was back fully on top of Malcolm, rubbing against his cock, which Malcolm still held. Malcolm slipped easily between the cheeks of his ass and Kyle didn’t even hesitate. He lodged the head of Malcolm’s cock against his tight, untouched hole.

  “Oh fuck, Kyle, baby, please. You can go as slow as you need to, but please …” Just with a few movements, Kyle was able to drive Malcolm literally to begging. No one else could do that. No one else ever had, or ever would. Only Kyle could drive him to that level of desperation.

  “I love you,” Kyle whispered, and then slowly, carefully, he pressed his hips down and the very tip of Malcolm’s cock slipped inside of him. The sensation was utterly unlike anything that Malcolm had ever felt, or even imagined. It was smooth and slippery and silky-hot, gripping him like a vice so that at first Malcolm wasn’t even sure that he would be able to fit inside and that they would have to call it off so that Malcolm could work Kyle open more.

  Kyle breathed, a long, slow, relaxing breath, and all at once, Malcolm’s entire cockhead slipped inside of the smaller man. Kyle let out a cry, but it didn’t seem like it was one of pain, more of surprise, but Malcolm still froze in place. Everything in him was screaming at him to grip Kyle’s hips and take him all at once, but he loved Kyle. Loved him with everything in him, and wanted to give him an amazing first time. That was worth patience, and a lot of it.

  “Why did you stop? Mal, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Kyle groaned, his body arched beautifully on top of Malcolm, his hips trembling in Malcolm’s grip in a way that, it became apparent, was him actually trying to drive himself down onto him.

  So Malcolm did the only logical thing. He relaxed his grip, and that was all that Kyle needed. Like a man possessed, he started to work his way down the thick shaft of Malcolm’s cock, and even though there could be no doubt at all that it was his first time, given how hot and tight he was, he was also completely ruthless with himself.

  Of course, that made sense to Malcolm, who could so easily remember his own first time. Only he hadn’t been on top, and Kyle was, and he was taking full advantage of that fact as he rode Malcolm and took him deeper every second.

  Malcolm had already been close to the edge. Kyle had, after all, been giving him an incredibly talented blowjob. But being buried deep inside of Kyle was the most mind-blowing sensation that he had ever felt, something beyond what he had even imagined was possible, he was right there on the brink of something that he wasn’t going to be able to control even remotely.

  All he could do was hold on for the ride, and hope that he could make Kyle feel even half as good as Kyle was making him feel.

  If Malcolm had been more in control, he could have figured out the right angle to t
hrust at. He knew from having Kyle’s cock inside of him that there was a way to thrust the exact perfect way so that orgasm became pretty much inevitable, but there was no doubt that, no matter the fact that it was Malcolm’s dick inside of Kyle, Kyle was the one who was in charge here.

  And Kyle was moving slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, and with a half-mocking grin that made it very clear he was doing it on purpose. He was teasing Malcolm, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

  “Kyle! Fuck, you brat, please,” Malcolm moaned, rolling his hips, burying himself as deeply inside of Kyle as he could. And that was pretty deep, as it turned out, with gravity pulling Kyle down onto him.

  “You want me to move faster?” Kyle murmured, and if Malcolm had thought that Kyle was a brat before, he realized that he hadn’t seen anything yet. Kyle was enjoying himself, getting off on the power trip, and the hell of it was, so was Malcolm. He might be a big, tough cowboy, stronger and bigger than Kyle, but in bed, Kyle was in charge, and that was honestly how Malcolm wanted it.

  “Yeah,” Malcolm admitted, his voice hoarse and little more than a growl. His body was tight, his back arched as he tried to slam his cock up inside of Kyle, but it was futile unless Kyle let him.

  “Then make me,” Kyle demanded, and Malcolm got it. It had taken a while, but he finally got it, and he rolled them both over, his body more than strong enough to push Kyle over onto his back. Their lips met as Malcolm, with Kyle’s full permission and cooperation, pinned the smaller man down and held him there effortlessly.

  “You’re gonna regret this,” Malcolm murmured, and then he started to thrust. With Kyle trapped and prone and helpless under him, he slammed deep inside of him, and Kyle was worked open enough to take it now.

  Truthfully, Malcolm had been waiting for this for months. And that came out now, with the furious thrusting of his cock inside of the man he loved, so hard and fast and rough that the bed shook, sturdy framed as it was, bumping against the wall with every desperate movement.

  In a frenzy now, Malcolm slaked his thirst for Kyle with every ounce of energy in him. Sweat poured down his body, which shook from the strain of the exertion. It took a lot to make him shake and sweat, but his desire for Kyle was so intense that he couldn’t hold back, even if he wanted to.

  And he found out he was right. From this position, he could pay close attention to Kyle’s reaction, and he knew exactly when he found Kyle’s prostate from the surprised, desperate little cry that his lover let out.

  From there, he was relentless. He wasn’t going to last long, but if he had his way, Kyle wouldn’t be able to, either. He groaned as he pounded deep, and Kyle clung to him and moaned and spurred him on, rocking with him as best he could given how trapped he was.

  The orgasm building was going to be incredible, but it was nothing compared to the sense of triumph that washed through him when he felt Kyle convulse, felt the hot wash of his lover’s fluids over his body, and heard his desperate, almost animalistic, noises. Kyle clenched even tighter around him, almost enough to be painful, and then lay under him, sweaty and clinging to him with arms that barely seemed strong enough to do it.

  It was all that Malcolm needed. Just like that, he shot his own release deep inside of Kyle, and he could never have known just what it would feel like to really, truly claim the one person that he loved more than anyone else in the world. The only person who had felt right for him to be with, even if they had started off on opposite sides.

  “You’re stuck with me now,” Kyle breathed, as they lay tangled up in each other, sweaty and happy and panting for breath. “You know that? You’re never going to get rid of me now that I’ve given that to you.”

  Malcolm just smiled. That was just fine with him. To put it more accurately, it was nothing short of the best news that he’d gotten in his entire life.

  EPILOGUE

  Kyle

  The trick was to wait until the time was right. Only as the days passed, Kyle realized, more and more, that he was using that as an excuse. The fact of the matter was, he had wanted to marry Malcolm for months now, since shortly after they had first slept together in late spring. He could try to deny that to himself, and tell himself that it was too soon, but he knew the truth.

  He had known far sooner than he had admitted it to himself that he was meant to be with Malcolm. Why else would he have done the things he had done? Why he, who had never given up on anything in his life, had done such a half-ass job of trying to convince Malcolm to sell the place?

  He had gone in, ready to fight, guns blazing, but all of that fire and bluster hadn’t done anything for him in the long run. Of course, he had done the right thing, and completely returned the money that Wyatt Hart had given him. Not that, he was sure, that had done much to soothe the other man, although he was remarkably unworried about that.

  Kyle had the ring. He had found the perfect one and had bought it more than a month ago, so that wasn’t even an excuse anymore. The months of the hot summer wore on, and Kyle knew that he just needed to do it already.

  “So when are you going to ask my idiot kid to marry you?” John finally asked, after an admirably long time of keeping his mouth shut and giving Kyle time to do it. Kyle had, after all, talked to John about it ages ago, and had gotten his blessing, but the man had been silent about it ever since until Kyle had started to wonder if he had forgotten.

  “Soon,” Kyle replied, a somewhat sheepish expression on his face as he reached for his chess piece and moved it. But his attention wasn’t really in the move, always a risk when dealing with the wily veteran of more chess games than Kyle had even had a chance to play.

  “How soon?” John demanded, and just as Kyle had thought would happen, John took advantage of his inexperience to move a knight to threaten Kyle’s king.

  Kyle didn’t answer, he just moved his king again, and John sighed as he looked at him across the table, not even sparing the chess board so much as a glance. Not that he probably needed to, with the distracted way that Kyle was playing.

  “I want it to happen soon,” John commented, and it was in an offhand tone, but there was an intensity to the way he said it that reminded Kyle he was still speaking to a man who had been and still was, seriously ill. Just because the treatments were keeping his cancer in check, for now, didn’t mean that John would necessarily have all the time in the world.

  Kyle nodded, and John moved his bishop so that it was threatening the king once more.

  “Checkmate,” he informed him, and Kyle gave a slight smile, the double meaning not lost on him. John had made such a good point that Kyle had no choice but to go for it.

  “He might say no,” he pointed out, toying with the top of his king, not even particularly upset about having lost the game. He lost probably somewhere near half of the time, maybe slightly more than he won, but that always made it that much sweeter when he did.

  “Yeah. I doubt it, but he might,” John admitted, and Kyle winced a little. He was going to make an ass out of himself, he just knew it. Malcolm had never said one word about wanting to make things permanent.

  “Question is,” John continued laconically, “can you handle not knowing?”

  Which said all that there was to say. Kyle got up from the table, made sure that John was all settled, and then left the room, going immediately up the stairs while he still had his nerves screwed tightly up. Malcolm was in the bedroom, damp and half-naked from the shower, and when Kyle came abruptly in, Malcolm glanced up and smiled at him, eyes flirtatious.

  “Oh, good. I was just going to go find you,” he purred, and he was, damn him, using his sex voice and giving his sex look. It was a clear invitation, and the fact that Kyle very much would like to be distracted with sex made it even more tempting. He could let Malcolm distract him, and he could have a hell of a fun time with it, too.

  But he had the ring box in his pocket, and when he put his hand there, he felt the smooth velvet of it and remembered the look on John’s face. John’s health was still t
ouch and go, and he wanted to see his son married as soon as possible, just in case. That hadn’t been hard for Kyle to pick up.

  “I want kids.” He spoke abruptly. It wasn’t at all the words that he had planned to say. He had written a speech. A couple of them, actually, and then picked his favorite and committed it to memory. Obviously, that had been very useful for him.

  “Um …” Malcolm’s voice trailed off, understandable confusion on his handsome face, and then tried again. “Pardon me?”

  Kyle sighed softly. He had been so sure that he would mess this up, and as it had turned out, he had been absolutely right on that. But he was in this now, and he wasn’t about to let himself be derailed.

  “I want kids,” Kyle repeated again, his voice quieter now, less desperate. After all, it couldn’t get a whole lot worse than it already had, right? There was a certain freedom to that. “With you. I love you, Malcolm.”

  He hesitated briefly and then reached out and took the other man’s hand. He was in this now, and even though his heart was pounding away like a sledgehammer in his chest, he was determined to do this right. Either way, whether Malcolm accepted him or laughed right in his face, this was going to be over soon.

  “I love you, too, Kyle, but what the damn hell?” Malcolm asked, clearly mystified. As well he should be, Kyle supposed, since he hadn’t exactly been all that coherent about what he wanted so far. Other than to announce twice that he wanted children.

  “Mal. You’re everything to me.” Kyle found himself completely abandoning the fancy, ornate speech that he had spent so long coming up with and simply speaking from the heart. That was probably better, anyway.

  Still, in a lot of ways, Malcolm was very old-fashioned. So Kyle did drop down to one knee, slipping his hand into his pocket and tugging out the ring box as Malcolm looked down at him with understanding dawning on his face.

  Kyle didn’t give him a chance to get it, though fully. He wanted to get this out, and he was certain suddenly that Malcolm would interrupt him before he could get the words to come out properly. That Malcolm would turn him down before he even had a chance to propose properly.