“I don’t want to fuck Saul,” Ned teased and stretched under Cole. So rarely did they have the chance to see each other’s nakedness. In the tent, they’d only undress once the lamp had been snuffed out, because they’d be putting on a lewd show for the whole camp otherwise.
“Are you sure? He’s a good-looking man for his age. Sturdy and strong,” Cole teased, rolling his knee against Ned’s groin with a wicked smile.
Ned laughed. He wished to be rid of the ball and chain that was the Gotham Boys and take Cole away, ride anywhere they wished. “Only one man for me.” He looked into Cole’s black eyes and kissed him, savoring the lavender taste of tooth powder on his lover’s warm tongue. “With beautiful long hair, scratchy stubble, and a cock that hardens for me on command.” He grinned and slid his hand between their bodies to find Cole’s dick stiff and hot.
The sweet scent of sage, coffee, and hair oil made Ned’s head spin, but his vision lost its edges once Cole thrust into his fist hard enough to slap it with his nuts. Thick brows lowered over dark, lusty eyes, and he dove for a kiss that soon turned into biting.
They were safe. No point in holding back when everything inside Ned wanted to tell the world how deeply he felt for this man. So he moaned, rolling to his stomach when Cole pulled at his hip and pressed his chest against Ned’s back.
“Can’t get enough of seeing you like this. Your skin’s so pink everywhere under the clothes,” he whispered, rubbing his nose up and down between Ned’s shoulder blades. “I want to lick every freckle on your body.”
Ned arched his back in invitation, lifting Cole’s substantial weight. No one had ever adored and complimented him this way before Cole, and while the modesty his aunt had instilled in him advised against basking in all that attention, he was eager for it like a cat enjoying the sunshine of Cole’s words.
“Go on then, I know you’re starved for it.”
Cole’s breath trembled. He rolled his forehead in the hair at the back of Ned’s head, but his hand, so big and warm, trailed past the small of Ned’s back and squeezed his buttock. “I want you so much, Neddie.”
Cole didn’t call him that in public so it felt like a vocal caress. A little pet name to remind Ned where he belonged.
“You know you don’t have to ask. I’m yours and always will be.” Ned smiled, rocking his rear against Cole’s groin. It didn’t matter that his moral compass had lost its accuracy or that, technically, he was a wanted man in Colorado. At Cole’s side everything made sense and nothing felt off-limits.
The darkness Cole carried inside him reflected in his eyes, yet they shone whenever they were together.
Cole’s hand trailed under Ned’s head and cupped his face, holding it in place as he leaned in for a deep kiss that was the very refreshment Ned needed in this dry heat, yet also sweet like honeyed lemonade.
Cole’s knee pressed the back of Ned’s, entwining their bodies further until the strong, warm chest arched against Ned’s back, and the hard rod of his cock nestled along the crack between Ned’s buttocks, slicking the skin with its juice. He had a soft spot for Cole doing that because it made him feel as if he were hugging the stiff prick with his body.
A shudder went up his spine when Cole rocked the poker back and forth, creating a friction so satisfying Ned uttered a soft moan. Not being able to hug Cole back was the one downside of lying under him like this, but how could he complain when the soft blanket teased his tender cockhead whenever Ned moved?
A soft whine escaped Cole’s lips as he curled his hand around Ned’s prick, but as he thrust against Ned again, his cock drove into the crevice between Ned’s buttocks, hot as the sun itself.
The pulsing warmth flushing Ned’s face became scorching and he curled his toes, unsure how to feel with Cole’s dripping cockhead sliding over the sensitive flesh around his back passage. Cole had teased it with his fingertips on a few occasions, but never like this. It felt different. More needy somehow.
His lips opened to Cole’s tongue when the grip on his cock tightened, but despite the sweetness washing through his body, his mind remained unsettled.
“I want to—” Cole blinked, his damp face rosy and hot as if he were in a fever. “Can I?”
Ned hadn’t understood his meaning at first. After all, Cole had climbed on top of him many times, but once realization struck, there was no escaping it. His buttocks pulled together, but as they tightened, Cole let out a whimper of pleasure and squeezed his arms around Ned. His prick felt so big now. So very warm.