After slowly letting out a breath, Dylan said, “I knew you were a through and through, but it’s still sad that you won’t be around very long. I really would have liked to get to know you.”
Deimos’s mind reeled with confusion. “What does a through and through mean?”
“You know, you come to a ranch, work a little while, then take off,” Dylan said, matter of fact.
Deimos trotted up close and took a hold of Dylan’s reins to stop him from moving. Looking intently in Dylan’s eyes, Deimos said, “I have no idea what I’m going to do. What I know for a fact is that I really like it here and I really like you. I want to stay, but there is some real shit going down with my family right now, and I may have to leave to keep you and the ranch safe.”
“You mean your dad might be looking to finish what he started?” Dylan’s eyes were large.
Nodding his head solemnly, Deimos explained, “Like I said, my father doesn’t like to be betrayed, and the last time I saw him, I did just that.”
Dylan looked away as if collecting his thoughts and then back once again at Deimos. “I will help you any way I can. If it means hiding you away, I’ll do that too. Maybe I should call Hunter. He might have some ideas on what we can do.”
“No, the fewer people that know I’m here the better,” he said hurriedly.
They continued up the hill in silence. Deimos could hear water running to his right, and when they turned the corner, there was an opening, through the thick foliage, with a large strip of water running along the bank.
Deimos was about to stop when Dylan crossed the slow-moving river, making his way to the other side.
Following Dylan, Deimos was surprised to see a bunch of trees along a mountain side.
Dylan dismounted, tied his horse to a small tree, and walked to a large bush. As he moved limbs aside, a cave opening came into view.
“What is this place? Deimos asked as he looked around.
Dylan continued moving branches as he said, “When I first started doing my rounds on the land, I came across this spot. I really liked it and I kind of made my own home away from home. The limbs keep larger animals out.”
Deimos dismounted his horse and tethered him to the same tree Dylan had tied his horse to, and helped Dylan remove the rest of the branches.
Walking inside the cave, both men had to bend slightly, but the further they got, the more the cave opened up and Deimos found he could actually stand.
Deimos could only stare, tongue-tied.
There was a fire pit in the middle and handmade shelves lined the cavern walls, filled with canned goods and dishes, and next to that was wood, pre-cut for a fire.
Deeper into the cave, Deimos found himself walking to a beautiful handmade four-poster bed, asking in wonder, “Did you make this?”
Dylan nodded and stood tall with pride. “Yeah, I like to fiddle with wood. Hunter said I was really good at it and it kind of helps me relax.”
“How did you get this mattress in here?”
Laughing, Dylan said, “Demi, I didn’t bring a mattress out here, I made one.”
Deimos’s mouth dropped open. “How the hell did you do that? Hell, why would you do that?”
“I am not a small man, Demi, and there is no way I could bring a mattress large enough for me out here. So I Googled it and wrote down the instructions. Hell, when I come out here, I have nothing but time on my hands, so I made one.”
Dylan walked over to the bed and ran his hands slowly over the carved wood as he said, “It took a while, but when it was done, I was really proud of the outcome.”
Shaking his head in wonder, Deimos said, “You should be. It’s really amazing.”
“Thanks,” Dylan whispered.
Deimos continued to explore and noticed a table, chairs, and some pots and pans hung from handmade hooks, He whistled. “This is just amazing.”
“Want to see something only Mother Nature can make?”
Nodding, Deimos said, “Sure.”
Dylan walked further into the mountain as Deimos followed.
Deimos could hear the dripping of water from the stalactites formed on the roof of the cavern. It seemed to get warmer and warmer the further they got into the cavern.
When Dylan stopped walking and moved to the side, Deimos could see a large pool of water in front of him and steam was rising to the surface.
Making his way slowly to the pond, Deimos knelt down and ran his hand in the water. It was warm and felt fantastic to the touch.
Standing up, Deimos started removing his shirt.
Dylan’s eyes went wide as he asked, “What’re you doing?”
With a smile, Deimos said, “I don’t know about you, but this water is calling my name. It’s been a long, hard day and the thought of a soak in this is too good to resist.”
Dylan just stared at him while he continued to strip.
Deimos made a point to slowly unsnap his jeans and lower his zipper as he asked, “Are you going to join me?”
Dylan wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he got into that hot spring, he and Deimos would be all over each other. The sexual tension was too much to ignore.
He’d known that this time would come when they got here. Dylan had thought of nothing but this on the way here, and now it was decision time.
Holding his pointer finger up, Dylan said, “Give me a second.”
Demi’s look of disappointment wasn’t lost on Dylan as he made his way out of the cavern and to the horses.
Quickly, Dylan unsaddled the two horses and brought out the grain he had tied to the saddle bags. Once he was finished with that he grabbed his and Demi’s bags and went back into the cave.
After gathering some of the wood, Dylan made a small fire and slowly added more wood to the growing flames.
He knew he was putting off the inevitable, but he also knew what he was going to do.
He made his way back to his bag and dug through until he came up with the bottle he was looking for.
Walking back into the hot-springs area, Dylan stopped short.
Deimos was in the water with his head back and his eyes closed. The water was clear enough that Dylan could see his hard shaft as Demi stroked himself.
Slowly, Dylan unsnapped his jeans and untucked his shirt. After removing his shoes and socks, shirt and jeans, Dylan made his way into the water.
Demi must have heard him, as he slowly opened his eyes but never stopped stroking himself. He moaned and said, “I was just in here feeling the water caress my skin and pretending it was your hands. Do I still need to pretend?”
Dylan couldn’t stop watching as Demi stroked his hard cock, and then the man brought his other hand down and grasped his balls in his hands and rolled them around as he arched his back and groaned once more.
Licking his lips, Dylan rasped, “Wh…What do you want me to do?”
“We could just touch ourselves until we come, or you can make your way over here and figure out where this will lead.” Demi’s tone was low and sultry.
Dylan didn’t stop to even think as he slid closer to Demi. He was afraid if he thought about it, he might change his mind, and he really wanted to know what they felt like together, even if this would be the only time that happened.
Dylan placed his hand on top of Demi’s. His hand rose and fell along with Demi’s, and Dylan wanted more.
He gently pulled Demi’s hand from his cock, and then Dylan allowed his hand to slide up and down the man’s silky shaft.
Feeling Demi grasp the back of his neck, Dylan leaned in , experiencing one of the most passionate kisses of his life.
Their teeth clacked as their tongues dueled. Dylan felt his own cock twitching with need and then he felt Demi’s hand grasp his cock as well.
Stroking, kissing, and moaning, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
Dylan felt his balls drawing up as he pulled back and panted, “I’m close, Demi…I am so close.”
“Deimos, my full name is Deimos…say it,” Deimos ordered.
Dylan threw his head back and moaned, “Deimos…I…Oh fuck…”
“That will happen very soon, Dylan. Let’s take the edge off first.” Deimos lightly twisted on Dylan's hard shaft, and Dylan couldn’t hold back his groan as he orgasmed.
Demi moaned as well, and Dylan felt the twitching of his shaft as the man followed him over the edge and into orgasmic bliss.
Both men kissed as their still hard shafts continued to twitch and jerk in their hands.
Dylan felt himself being slid to the other side of the pool and heard the click of the bottle he had brought with him.
Deimos then turned Dylan around and placed Dylan’s hand on the outer lip of the hot spring, whispering, “I’m going to stretch you, and then make you mine.”
Dylan could barely process the words as he groaned, “Yes, I want to feel that hard cock in my ass.”
“And I want to feel you wrapping my dick with your ass muscles and milking me dry in that warm heat as we come once more,” Deimos hissed.
Deimos pulled Dylan’s hips closer to him as he unsnapped the lid and Dylan felt Demios’s lubed finger entering his pulsing hole.
“Mmm…so good,” Dylan moaned.
Deimos moved his finger in and out of Dylan’s ass and then Dylan felt another being added and scissored. There was a slight sting Dylan always loved when it came to being on the receiving end.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Dylan? You like feeling my fingers in your ass, showing you what my dick is going to do to you.” Deimos kissed the side of Dylan’s neck and nibbled his ear, causing goose bumps to form along his arms and legs.
“Y…yes,” Dylan stammered.
Deimos continued to move his fingers and then added a third, making Dylan hiss as the sting grew a little more.
Deimos slowed his movements as he softly asked, “Is it too much, Dylan? Do you want me to slow down?”
Shaking his head rapidly side to side, Dylan begged, “No, please don’t stop. I want more. I want to feel you in me…please Demi.”