Jin announced the next bull rider, and the spotlight swung to Conner Hobbs.
Wyatt slipped over the barrier between them and said in a panted rush, “We have maybe five minutes.”
John nodded, touching the brim of his white hat and grinning.
Fuck, he looks good in my hat.
He quickly tugged John through the crowd and to the side of the stage, where a backstage bathroom was located.
“What about the trailer?” John asked, noticing where he was being taken.
“I’m not gonna make it.”
Which was true. Wyatt was so hard after that kiss and the ride, he was about to nut in his damned jeans like a teen, and he couldn’t have that. Not when John was here, wearing his hat and looking like a dream.
He dragged him through the dark backstage and into the personal bathroom stall. It was like an airplane bathroom, with a built-in sink and toilet. Not much, but just big enough for both of them.
Hands shaking with adrenaline and desire, he reached for his belt buckle, needing to get his throbbing cock free. “I wanna suck your cock, but I don’t think I can do it in here.”
John laughed breathlessly, “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” he grumbled, pushing him roughly around to face him, hand grabbing John’s thickening sex and sighing. “I couldn’t stop thinking about riding you on that bull. Hearing you moan for me…”
John let out a gasp, arching into his palm, his cock filling it.
“I won’t last two minutes inside you,” Wyatt admitted.
“I don’t care. Just ride me, cowboy,” John panted.
And that’s all the permission he needed to hear. He spun John around to face the sink. Slipping his leaking cock free and spitting into his hand, he lubed the pulsing flesh, nearly groaning at the sensation of his own fingers. John made quick work of his pants and gave Wyatt his perfect, globe ass. He palmed it roughly, unable to stop himself. John moaned.
He manhandled John’s sex, stroking it with a firm jerk, causing John to curse and latch onto the sink.
“I need…” Wyatt whispered into the back of his neck, sliding his slickened tip over John’s tight asshole.
“What?” John gasped.
Wyatt spat again, rubbing his fingers over the tight rim and nearly shooting his load at just touching his clenched hole.
“I need to be rough, daddy, is that all right?”
John’s head dropped between his shoulders, and he let out a tremulous breath. “Fuck yes.”
Wyatt pushed his leaking tip into the rim, slipping inside just enough before driving home. John’s moan filled the space between them, and Wyatt felt nothing but the sensation of the tightness gripping his cock like a squeezing fist. It felt so good being back inside him that his knees buckled and he was forced to grip the sink, his hands next to John’s. Something about being on stage, the bull ride, and seeing John in the crowd, blushing andhis, unraveled the hard knot in his chest that had haunted him ever since he left Arizona.
He always thought Arizona was the home he could never return to. And for the first time in seven years, he felt something he thought he had lost.
Home.
And now being sheathed deep inside John, listening to his panted moans and feeling his tight channel clenching around him, he realized he could never leave him.
He was completely, utterly ruined for this man.
“Fuuuuck,” Wyatt hissed between clenched teeth as John arched his back against him and fucked himself on his cock.
Sweating and slick with body oil, he didn’t want to ruin John’s sexy blue suit. But John was writhing against him in a way that was impossible to ignore, and he reared back before pounding forward. He was back on the bull, driving his hips into him with that same hard, furious pace. John took it all, gasping and whimpering with need.
“Look at me,” Wyatt demanded, dragging his fingers through John’s hair and pulling him up, making his back arch deeper into him, hips widening.
