Yes! Forever, if you’ll let me.
He hummed instead, cock miraculously rehardening between his legs.
“No one else gets to know what your cock feels like but me,” John husked, his tone low and edgy. “No one will ever know how good you are at sucking cock…”
Wyatt’s grip hardened, sucking ruthlessly, causing John to lean into him, knees buckling.
“I want you all the time,” John confessed. “All the fucking time…”
Wyatt finally fisted a hand over his cock and squeezed, unable to stop the building pressure and annihilating feel of this moment.
“Wyatt,” he chanted like a prayer, his big, paw-like hands cradling his face as he came.
It wasn’t rough like it had been, more like a revelation, exposing John for all his vulnerabilities and accepting it. Wyatt watched tears touch the corner of John’s eyes as he unloaded into his mouth. He swallowed, milking him thoroughly and dragging every ounce out of his body. John stared down at him. “God, look at you, baby. So beautiful. So perfect…”
Wyatt shuddered, slowly slipping John’s sex out of his mouth and gasping.
John flicked a lazy, gentle thumb over his lips. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
The affectionate way John was looking at him made him question if he was referring to the heady, frantic bathroom sex or something else…
Wyatt managed to get to his feet and pulled him into his arms, letting him rest against him. He shoved his aching cock back into his jeans, wanting to focus on John.
“You bring me to life in ways I never thought possible,” John whispered, kissing his neck, his soft beard stroking him.
Wyatt wanted to hear every whispered confession, but not here. He pulled back from their embrace, fingers pressed against John’s lips. “As much as I wanna hear more—and trust me, I do—anything said after an orgasm doesn’t count.”
John sighed and smiled, “Okay.”
He sucked in a breath. “Okay.”
“Come home with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
They stayed to hear which cowboy had won the evening's performance, which was, of course, Wyatt. Jin had intentionally playedPonyby Ginuwine for Hobbs, and he only got half the amount of donations that Wyatt managed to earn.
“No one cares aboutPonyfor Hobbs, because no one can outdo Channing,” Wyatt explained before he went onstage to accept the roaring applause for his victory next to Jin, who thanked and applauded the crowd for their generous donations.
The bar gave Wyatt one of their souvenir shirts to wear home, themed for the evening reading: "Gay cowboys love me."
John picked up Mexican food on the way back to his place, and they gratefully demolished their burritos with a couple of glasses of wine, followed by a lovely shower together. After managing another orgasm under the hot spray of the shower, both men were thoroughly exhausted and stumbled into John’s massive king-sized bed.
The silk navy blue sheets felt like heaven against Wyatt’s naked flesh as they snuggled together. The weighted feeling of John’s arm draped over him, the soft inhalation of his breath, and the silence of the house…
Wyatt didn’t even remember falling asleep.
He felt the warmth of the sunlight on his skin first as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting initially at the dazzling rays of light peeking through John’s blackout curtains that never seemed to be fully closed. He sighed and realized his cheek was resting on a deliciously furry, warm chest.
“Good morning,” John hummed.
Unable to resist, he slid his fingers through his chest hair, loving the springy, thick feel of it. “Good morning.”
“I haven’t slept that good in a long time,” John confessed, seeming to marvel at this fact.
“Multiple orgasms will do that to you.” Wyatt kissed his chest, inching closer and casually tossing his leg over his, not wanting to leave this bed all day if they could manage it.
“Did you ride bulls as a cowboy?” he asked, his fingers tracing up and down Wyatt’s naked back. “I was wondering that last night after watching you.”
