by A. M. Arthur
Did they still do that? Did he have nieces and nephews who challenged each other the same way? It kind of hurt a little that he had no idea.
“Colt?” Avery tapped him on the knee. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just wandered down the wrong memory lane for a sec,” Colt replied. “I’m fine.” He stood and leapt over the side of the bed, while Avery scooted down to the tailgate and climbed off.
“See you for breakfast, yeah?” Mack asked Avery.
“Of course,” Avery replied. “You and Wes enjoy your evening.”
Next to Mack, Wes waggled his eyebrows, then winked. Colt couldn’t help wondering where Reyes was going to spend the next few hours while Mack and Wes entertained themselves.
Definitely no new roommate. When Avery visits, I want the cabin all to ourselves.
Not that they couldn’t drive to a motel. The one in Garrett was officially bedbug free, but he’d probably scandalize poor Mitch Everly if he ever found out what Colt and Avery got up to in one of his rooms.
In the privacy of the cabin, Colt pulled Avery in for a long, exploratory kiss that had his dick at half-mast by the time they pulled apart. “Been wanting to do that for hours,” Colt whispered.
Avery pressed his forehead to Colt’s. “Same. And I…I was hoping for something a little different tonight.”
“Oh?” Colt pulled back and smiled, curious about the hesitation in Avery’s eyes. “Tell me.”
“I’d like you to make love to me tonight.”
At first, Colt wasn’t sure what he meant. They’d made love before, every time they’d—oh. Oh! His heart started pounding. “You mean me inside you?”
Avery blushed and nodded.
“Oh, baby, I’d love that.” As much as Colt loved being tied up, flogged and fucked senseless by his Sir, his absolute favorite sexual memory was the only time Avery had asked Colt to top him. He’d been so uncertain, so hesitant, and Colt had been so nervous because he’d never topped a virgin before. Avery hadn’t been able to come with Colt inside of him, but once Colt was done, Avery came like gangbusters in Colt’s mouth.
“Are you sure?” Avery asked. “This is our last time for a while, and if you’d rather we do a scene, we can.”
“No, let’s do what you want.” Colt slid his hands around Avery’s waist and squeezed. “I love you, Avery Aaron Hendrix. I never stopped, and I’d love nothing more than to make love to you tonight.”
Avery sighed, his lips twitching into a content smile, as if Colt had finally said the best, most perfect thing. “I love you, too, Colt William Woods. So much. Please don’t leave me again.”
“Never. I’ll be right here waiting for you, always.”
Their clothes came off in between long, luxurious kisses and gentle, stroking touches. They had hours to play and pet and explore, and Colt wanted every moment because it was their last chance for a while. Even once they were both naked on the bed, they moved slowly. Memorizing swaths of skin with their tongues and fingers, sucking on nipples and dipping into navels. By some silent agreement, they bypassed each other’s groin, leaving those spots for later.
Colt had never spent so much time simply kissing and exploring his partner’s body. He found adorable little moles that he greeted with a kiss, and the small scar from Avery’s childhood appendectomy got a lick. Avery’s skin tasted like sunshine and sweat and absolute perfection. They made love with their mouths and tongues for a long time, a quiet desperation building in wave after wave, until Avery finally reached for the lube under Colt’s pillow.
He was so down for this part.
Avery rolled to his stomach and stuffed a pillow under his lower belly, presenting his slim, taut ass to Colt. Colt knelt between his spread legs, his erection straining toward Avery’s hole, that puckered muscle just visible between his pale cheeks. He gently massaged those cheeks, alternately hiding and exposing Avery’s entrance, loving all of Avery’s soft sighs, until his skin was pink. Then he leaned down and lightly bit his left cheek.
Avery gasped and jerked his hips. “You’re such a tease.”
“Yup.” Colt bit the other cheek for good measure, just hard enough to feel without leaving a mark. He nuzzled between Avery’s legs to lick his balls. Avery’s dick was hidden from him, so he contented himself with his sac, licking and sucking on each nut in return, memorizing the feel and taste of him, until Avery was a panting mess.
Then Colt did something he hadn’t done in years, because this wasn’t for random bathroom hookups with strangers. This was intimate and only for Avery. He pulled Avery’s cheeks apart and kissed his entrance. Kissed and licked and teased with his tongue, until Avery was spewing nonsense. His normally buttoned-up Sir was slowly falling apart under Colt’s hands and mouth.
“Oh Colt, fuck, that feels so good. Ungh.”
He wiggled his tongue inside a millimeter, then raised his head. “Does it make me a caveman if I say I love knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched you here? Ever licked and sucked and kissed the most intimate parts of your body?”
Avery raised his head and twisted his neck around. His face was red and strained, and also totally blissed out. “No. It makes me yours. Only you, Colt.”
“Mine. My Sir.”
“God, yes.” Avery’s head fell back to the bed, and Colt redoubled his attack on Avery’s hole.
He lost track of how long he played, alternating between Avery’s ass and his balls, taking his time with each. Every sound or word from Avery was a gift, and Colt treasured each one like it was the last he’d ever hear. When Avery began a string of gasped “Please, please, please,” Colt knew it was time. He kissed both cheeks once more, then sat up.
“Think you can ride me?” Colt asked.
“Maybe.” Avery’s voice had a delightful slur to it now. “Help me?”
“Of course.”
Together, they arranged themselves so Colt was sitting against the headboard with a pillow behind his lower back, legs stretched out in front. It gave Avery enough room to kneel above him, hands braced on Colt’s shoulders for support. He raised himself up high enough for Colt to swirl a lubed finger over Avery’s already spit-wet entrance. As he pushed inside, Avery sighed, his head falling backward. Colt stared at the exposed length of his throat, at all that pale skin Colt needed to redden with his teeth and tongue.
He carefully worked Avery loose with two fingers, keenly aware of both the tight heat around his fingers and every reaction Avery made. Colt wasn’t exactly huge, but Avery had only done this once, five years ago, and Colt would never forgive himself if he hurt his Sir.
Three fingers made Avery whine. He dropped his forehead against Colt’s shoulder and shivered. “Too much?” Colt asked.
“No, it’s just so…full. I’d forgotten. How intense it is. Don’t stop.”
He finger-fucked Avery with every ounce of love and devotion he had. Avery bit his shoulder a few times as his body was wracked with sensations. His cock leaked precome, and Colt was ready to come just from prepping his lover.
Need to be inside him first. Need to claim him like he’s claimed me.
With loving care, Colt eased his fingers out, then coated his own cock in lube. He gave Avery’s shiny hair a gentle tug so he’d raise his head. “Ready for me, baby?”
“God, yes.” Avery kissed him hard, tongue thrusting inside Colt’s mouth, tasting everything Colt had tasted and sharing it with him. “I need you inside me, Colt.”
“Oh yeah.” With one hand on his cock and another on Avery’s hip to steady him, Colt helped Avery lower himself until his entrance pressed against the tip of Colt’s erection. The pressure increased around his cockhead and Colt gasped, because holy wow, Avery was tight.
Avery’s eyes were shut, his lips pressed thin, and Colt watched him for any sign of real pain. “We’re almost there,” Colt said. “So close.”
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bsp; When Colt’s dick finally popped through that outer rim, they both cried out. Avery kissed him again as he gently rocked his hips, taking Colt a centimeter at a time. Working himself up, then back down. The slow, steady pace had Colt seeing stars and ready to blast off, so he squeezed the base of his cock hard, unwilling for this to be over too soon.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Avery gasped. “So fucking good. The perfect kind of hurt.”
“Hurt?”
“Good hurt, baby, good hurt. Oh, yes.” Avery had half of Colt’s length inside when he began to thrust in earnest, and in time, he was hitting Colt’s hips with every motion. Then he sat fully and ground his balls against Colt’s groin. Clenched, and Colt cried out. Bit Avery’s shoulder hard enough for Avery to make a desperate sound of his own.
Avery crashed their mouths together and rocked his hips, and Colt stopped thinking about anything except making his Sir come. After a while longer like that, Colt pulled Avery off, and then rearranged them with Avery on his back. Colt pushed his lean legs apart, then rested his ankles on Colt’s shoulders. Avery keened as Colt slid back inside.
“Gonna make you come,” Colt said.
“Yes. Fuck me, Colt. Fill me with your come.”
The dirty talk rippled down Colt’s spine and out through his dick. He bent Avery in half to kiss him and started fucking him with determination. He knew the moment he found Avery’s gland, because Avery nearly bit his tongue in half. Avery clutched at his ass, fingers scraping over skin, occasionally stealing inside his crack to play with his hole. Encouraging him, egging him on faster, faster. Nothing mattered but the steady smack of skin on skin, the sticky slide of his cock in and out of his boyfriend’s body, and the shared gasps and moans that passed between them.
Colt’s senses filled with the scent of their coupling, and his balls drew up. He was so close, but he needed Avery to come first. He reached between them and started stroking Avery’s cock in a firm, sure grip, careful to nail Avery’s gland as often as possible.
Avery came with a strangled sigh, his semen splattering both of their chests and chins, and Colt stopped thrusting so he could lick every drop off Avery’s skin. Avery cleaned Colt’s face the same way, then held both cheeks in his palms. “Keep going. Come inside me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Avery nipped his chin, and then relaxed back into the pillows. It only took a handful of thrusts before Colt’s climax tore through his body. He pushed deep inside of Avery as he came, filling his boyfriend with his seed. Claiming him. Marking him in the most intimate way possible. Unwilling to be parted yet, Colt allowed his inner caveman to ease his body down onto Avery’s, his dick still inside Avery’s ass. He kissed Avery with lazy strokes of his tongue and tiny thrusts of his hips, until his spent cock slipped from Avery’s body.
With a shocking amount of strength, Avery dumped Colt onto his back and took over the kiss. His slimmer body somehow covered Colt’s and smothered him into the bed. Colt sneaked one hand down to tease Avery’s slick hole, dipping one finger briefly inside. Avery whined, then sucked a bruise on the side of Colt’s neck. His work polo wouldn’t cover it, but Colt did not give a shit in that moment. If his Sir wanted to mark him, he could mark him.
Colt pushed his finger back in and stroked Avery’s prostate. Avery raised his head, pupils blown, more debauched that Colt had ever seen him.
“You get me hard again,” Avery said, “and I’ll be inside your ass before you can blink.”
Colt grinned and worked his gland harder, until Avery’s new erection was humping his hip. Avery growled and followed through with his threat by turning Colt to his hands and knees. The lube bottle squirted. Avery covered Colt’s body with his and thrust his way inside with no prep, and yeah, it stung a little, but in the very best way. They needed this, to claim each other like this one more time, and Colt gladly gave his body over to his boyfriend.
Avery came quickly this time, slamming into Colt as he filled him, then slipping back out of his body. “Show me.”
Colt shivered at the order in Sir’s voice. He clenched and unclenched, until Avery’s gift dripped back out, sliding down his balls.
“Perfect.” Avery turned Colt to his back, then took Colt’s semi into his mouth. Worked him with his lips, teeth, and tongue until Colt was hard and shooting down Avery’s throat.
Exhaustion settled into Colt’s bones, and he’d happily sleep now, except they were both coated in sweat and come, and that wasn’t fun to wake up to. They helped each other into the bathroom to rinse off, touching and playing the whole time. Colt ripped the soiled bottom sheet off, and they curled up together beneath the covers, still gloriously naked.
“I love you,” Colt whispered in the dark.
“Love you, too.”
Those words carried Colt into sleep, and he dreamed of wonderful things, content to have one more night in his Sir’s arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Avery woke the next morning with his wood riding the crease of Colt’s ass. The sun was barely up, so they had time. He made sure Colt was awake enough to consent before grabbing the lube and sliding home. They fucked on their sides, a slow, sensual pace, because why hurry? Colt relaxed against him and let Avery do the work while he played with Colt’s dick and balls.
Last night had been mind-blowing and soul shattering in so many ways. Avery wasn’t sure what had come over him, other than a desperate need to give himself to Colt before he left. To submit to his sub and be claimed.
The only other time Avery had asked for this, it had been when their relationship was imploding. Part of him had hoped it would bring them closer together, and it had. In the bedroom. Because all the issues between them still existed outside the bedroom. But Colt had made it beautiful, working his body the same way he had last night, getting him so lust-drunk he thought he’d die if Colt didn’t put his dick inside him.
Last night, though…had been something else. A mutual claiming driven by the dual need to keep the other person close. To promise with their bodies that they’d make this work. Avery needed Colt in his life, and as he rocked into Colt, he truly believed Colt needed him just as much. And hopefully not only for their scenes, but also for the ways they brought out the best in each other. They fit together, worked together, and they were simply too jagged apart.
“We’ll make this work,” Avery whispered as he squeezed Colt’s balls.
“Yeah.” Colt angled his head backward for a sloppy kiss. “Yeah, we will.”
They came close together, Avery first, and then Colt. They kissed for a while, the perfect ending to the bittersweet moment, before tumbling into the bathroom to start their day. They washed each other, because Avery couldn’t seem to stop wanting to touch, and neither did Colt. Getting as much as they could before they had nothing.
Colt watched him with unhappy eyes while Avery packed his two suitcases and his laptop bag. He stood them all by the door like little totems to bad news, and then they walked up the familiar dirt path to the guesthouse kitchen for breakfast.
The usual suspects were there, and Avery greeted them with a smile he didn’t feel. Patrice’s food tasted wonderful, as always, but he only picked at his small serving of scrambled eggs and toast. His stomach hurt almost as badly as his heart. After only three months, he truly had come to think of this place as home.
I’ll be back to visit. I’ll be back before the grand ghost town opening next spring.
Time passed too quickly, and it felt like everyone on the ranch gathered around the pickup to say goodbye to Avery. He endured hugs, back slaps, and well wishes from people he’d come to consider friends, especially Mack. And he blinked back bitter tears as he climbed into the pickup’s cab with Colt. For the first time in his life, Avery had found a place where he truly belonged and was completely accepted.
And he was leaving it behind.
His home was here, but h
is life was in Los Angeles, so for now he had to return to his life. Home would still be here when he needed to return.
* * *
The two hardest things Colt Woods had ever done were leaving home at eighteen for a strange city, and then choosing to leave LA after his breakup with Avery—until today. Today, the hardest thing he’d ever done was drive Avery to the San Jose airport and allow him to walk away.
Colt understood that Avery leaving wasn’t his decision, and that Avery had a job to return to, but it hurt. As if someone had dug into the middle of his heart and scooped out the very best part, leaving behind a gaping hole. That hole only got bigger as they approached the airport, and then came to a stop in the drop-off lane.
Reluctantly, Colt helped Avery get his suitcases out of the truck bed and on the sidewalk. Then, not caring they were in public, Colt tugged Avery into a tight hug, inhaling the scents of his soap and aftershave. “I’m going to miss you,” he whispered.
“Me, too.” Avery pulled back, and his teary eyes nearly undid Colt. “But we’ll see each other again soon. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Sir.”
Avery flashed a watery smile, kissed him smartly on the mouth, and then pulled away. He didn’t look back as he entered the terminal, and Colt understood why. They both needed a clean break, and this was Avery’s. Colt got back into the truck and pulled away so other people could use the spot. He found a gas station nearby and parked there for a few minutes so his body could work through the emotions he was trying desperately not to feel.
God, he missed Avery already and it had been less than ten minutes.
I can do this. I am a grown man, and I can manage without Avery for a couple of weeks.
