The beautiful Colorado day gave way to a cool evening. Wyatt pulled on a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants after a long, hot shower. He headed into the living room and knelt in front of the fireplace. He balled up some old newspaper, using it as kindling, and started the fire. He watched as the fire grew and came to life. The flames slowly started dancing, and Wyatt closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth against his cool skin.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Wyatt stood up. He strode toward the door and pulled it open. Jackson stood on his small porch, his arms full—marshmallows, graham crackers, and a couple of Hershey bars—his favorite. Stepping back, he smiled, and Jackson looked relieved as he stepped over the threshold.
“I heard that you’re a S’mores fan. I haven’t had them in years,” Jackson told him, his voice a little timid, and Wyatt wasn’t sure why.
“I’m the best marshmallow roaster,” he said, closing the door behind the young man. “Did Mrs. Hunt put you up to this?”
“Susan…” Jackson started.
Wyatt interrupted. “She must like you.”
Jackson chuckled, placing the items on the coffee table. “She gave me a bit of advice. Listen, I’m not sure how long I’m going to be here, but I would really like to spend time with you. I think you’re a nice man and, to be honest, I’m attracted to you. I haven’t had that whole instant attraction thing before.”
“I’d like that,” Wyatt agreed easily. He wanted to spend time with Jackson. “I’m just not sure if I can be more than friends.”
It wasn’t just the fact that Jackson was William’s son. Wyatt didn’t want to become emotionally attached to someone that might be leaving. The last time he cared about someone was before he moved to Colorado from Wyoming. He couldn’t afford to fall in love again only to be left heartbroken and disappointed.
“I’d like to be friends.” Jackson grabbed the bag of marshmallows. “Are you ready to roast?”
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” Wyatt went to the kitchen and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out two long, metal skewers, and joined Jackson in the living room.
Jackson was facing the fire when he returned. He looked lost and Wyatt wanted to pull him in his arms and offer comfort, but refrained. Instead he went and stood next to Jackson. He rested his shoulder against the young man’s and they leaned into each other. After a couple of minutes, Jackson looked up at him and bumped into his shoulder.
“I’m ready to try your famous S’mores,” He held up the bag of marshmallows.
“Take a seat.” Together, they sat on the floor and Wyatt held out the skewers, sharp end facing Jackson.
Jackson opened the bag and pushed a marshmallow onto each tip. He raised a brow and Wyatt wondered what he was thinking. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it would lead them down a slippery slope, past friendship. Instead, he grinned and put the skewers in fire.
* * * *
When Jackson first arrived, Wyatt was only wearing a pair of thin pants, and he’d done an internal happy dance. He’d arrived at the perfect time. Even better than that, Wyatt didn’t seem to be in any hurry to put more clothing on. Enjoying the view and the conversation, Jackson waited for Wyatt to finish making his famous S’more. Wyatt pulled the skewer out of the fire and put together the graham cracker, chocolate, and of course, the marshmallow.
“Did you grow up in Colorado?” Jackson asked, before sinking his teeth into a delicious looking S’more.
He moaned in delight when the chocolate touched his tongue. Oh, so good. He licked his lips, and Wyatt licked his own lips, mimicking Jackson. The attraction between them was explosive and Jackson wished he could move closer and touch the cowboy. He wanted to kiss the man’s lips and melt into his strong arms and muscular chest.
“No. I lived in Wyoming for most of my life before moving here,” Wyatt told him
“I’ve lived in Southern California all my life. In fact, Colorado is the furthest I’ve been away from home,” he admitted.
“So, what do you think? Could my S’mores be considered world famous?”
“I’m going to need a couple more.” Jackson winked and Wyatt got the skewers ready for another round.
Jackson kicked the door closed and pressed his body against Wyatt’s. He grabbed the back of the man’s neck, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Their mouths met and Jackson moaned. Wyatt began pulling at Jackson’s clothes. When Wyatt lifted his shirt, he had to break the kiss. Once his shirt was tossed to the floor, Wyatt started on Jackson’s pants.
“I need to feel you.” Wyatt growled and Jackson nodded rapidly. He batted Wyatt’s hands away and stripped in record time. He didn’t want slow and seductive, he needed Wyatt.
“Mmmm, you’re so sexy.” Wyatt moaned, and Jackson went back into his arms, rubbing his naked cock against his cowboy.
Jackson wrapped one arm around Wyatt’s waist before pushing the other down Wyatt’s pajama pants. He palmed the cowboy’s erection and Wyatt’s ass clenched in excitement. The big man’s cock was definitely size proportioned to his body. Pearly drops of pre-cum dribbled out the tip and he smeared the liquid around the head of Wyatt’s shaft.
“I want this buried inside of me,” he murmured, before sinking his teeth into Wyatt’s lower lip.
“Bedroom. Now,” Wyatt demanded, and Jackson grinned.
Wyatt grabbed Jackson’s hand, leading him down the short hallway to the master bedroom. When the bedroom door closed, Jackson lowered himself to the carpeted floor, pulling down Wyatt’s pajama pants on the way down. The material pooled at Wyatt’s feet and Jackson found himself face to hard, bobbing cock.
Licking his lips, he opened his mouth wide and sucked the man’s length down his throat. Jackson wrapped one hand around the base of Wyatt’s cock and pumped as he sucked the engorged head. His tongue swirled around the spongy head, then licked at the bundle of nerves just underneath. Jackson moved his hands, gripping Wyatt’s hips, slowly rocking the man back and forth. Wyatt gripped his shoulder and started moving, fucking his mouth, and Jackson groaned.
“Oh, God, Jackson…I’m getting close. I want to be inside you.” Wyatt grabbed his shoulders, trying to yank him up, but Jackson refused to let go of his prize. He wanted to swallow the man’s seed, to taste him on his tongue.
Jackson leaned closer, pushing the cock to the back of his throat, further still, letting his throat relax. He swallowed, breathing through his nose. He pulled back, taking a deep breath, and drooling all over Wyatt’s cock. He went deep again until pubic hairs tickled his nose.
“Jesus! Fuck…Jackson. I’m coming….” Wyatt grunted, his hips jerking as warm liquid quickly filled Jackson’s mouth.
Jackson didn’t release him right away. Instead, he cleaned every drop before allowing the softening shaft to leave his mouth. He licked his lips, looking up at Wyatt. The man’s chest rose and fell rapidly, a look of sheer bliss written all over his face. Wyatt blinked his eyes open and looked down at Jackson, a slow smile spreading across lips.
“Wow.” He shook his head. “I’ve never…that was. Stand up.” It sounded like an order, not a request.
Slowly rising to his feet, Wyatt pulled him into his arms and captured his lips. He wrapped his arms around Jackson’s waist and lowered his hands to cup his ass cheeks. He squeezed before picking Jackson up, took a few steps, and laid him on the bed. Wyatt crawled on top of Jackson, connecting their bodies. Jackson felt Wyatt’s hard cock and moved his hips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted that hard cock inside him.
Jackson broke the kiss. “Do you have condoms?”
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, I have condoms, and I’m planning to use them. Multiple, in fact, all night long.” Wyatt took his weight off Jackson’s body before flipping him over. “Hands and knees…stay just like this.” Jackson nodded his consent.
Two strong, meaty hands grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. A thick, wet tongue licked his hole, flicking up and down rapidly and Jackson’s eyes rolled back. He groaned, fisting the comforter, as his body shook with excitement.
“Oh…Oh, God…Wyatt.” He panted and started to rock back against the tongue, but Wyatt held him firmly in place.
Wyatt licked and kissed his hole until Jackson couldn’t take anymore. He was too close, already riding the edge, trying to keep his orgasm back.
Wyatt must’ve known what Jackson was thinking, because the man slowed his torment. Removing his tongue, he pushed first one, then two fingers inside Jackson’s ass. The digits slid in and Jackson wondered when the man grabbed lube. Then he couldn’t think anymore when Wyatt’s thick digits pegged his prostate. He stroked over it again and again and Jackson yelled out, practically losing his mind.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…need more. Inside, now,” he demanded, moving his hips, fucking the air in front of him.