Cal isn’t ready to admit that the night before last meant anything to him. But Brandon knows the truth, knows that Cal is lonelier than he admits to himself. In order to prove it to Cal, he’ll stop at nothing - including tying Cal up and showing him what a real cowboy is all about! [Warning: explicit anal and oral sex, spanking, rimming, bondage, and some rough riding!]
“Harder,” he whispered, tilting his head away so that Brandon wouldn’t see the tears. “Please don’t stop.”
Brandon increased the rhythm, stroking him harder and harder until his hips bucked against the hay and his cock jerked against Brandon’s hand. Arcs of electic energy pulsed across his body and flashes of white clouded his vision as his hips jumped up once, twice, his cock releasing the load into Brandon’s hot palm. He could feel Brandon’s fingers covered in his come, sliding slickly over the sensitive head. He bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, the mixture of shame and pleasure overwhelming, his body still tensing and untensing from the climax.
Brandon kissed him tenderly on the forehead. Cal wanted to hug him, to press into him and never let go, but he shook in terror at the intensity of the feeling he believed would send him straight to hell. Lying there, his cheek against the prickling hay, he shivered at the thought.
“Don’t be afraid,” Brandon said, and Cal thought he could read minds. Or who knows; maybe he could just read Cal?
“I know what you want,” Brandon whispered, and Cal froze. Tears welled up in his eyes from some terrible place within him. You. I want you.
“I know, and it’s okay.” Again Brandon pressed a kiss to his temple, getting up to leave and wiping his sticky hand on his jeans. He stopped in the doorway to look back at Cal once, and then he was gone, leaving Cal alone on the floor of the hayloft.