Chapter 12: Colt

Cold. Why am I suddenly so cold? Opening my eyes, it takes me a moment to realize that I’m in the living room of the ranch house. Of course, the power had gone out, thankfully, after my shower. So at least I had been warm.

Poor Austin had looked terrified. He looked like a lost puppy in the candlelight, and I had wanted to kiss him so badly. Pull him into my arms, tell him that it was going to be okay, and that I was going to keep him safe. But I couldn’t. There was that voice in the back of my mind telling me I would get hurt again.

So I’d walked away, gotten the fire going, and set up the blankets on the floor. We had talked for hours, and it had been nice. Eventually, the day had caught up to Austin and he’d fallen asleep. I made sure that he was covered with a blanket, and I had stoked the fire, but unusual for me, I must have fallen asleep too. My guess is that I was too preoccupied in making sure Austin was okay. Going over to check on him, he shivers slightly. Crap. This isn’t good. I need to get him warm.

The fire has died down and there is a chill in the air. Going over to the fire, I blow on the embers, and am pleased to see them glow amber, it’s not completely dead. I quickly get some kindling back on the embers, and keep blowing until a flame ignites, and quickly build up the fire.

I move the pillows from behind me, and place them in the middle, in front of the fire, and go over to Austin.

“Austin,” I say gently, giving him a little shake.

“Colt,” he replies, sleepily.

“The fire died down. You’re cold. Come and lie down in front of the fire.”

Austin doesn’t argue, and shuffles in front of the fire to lay down on the pillows. Getting all the blankets, I throw them over to him. I know I should go and get the sleeping bags. If I could get Austin into that, he would warm up in no time, but I don’t. Instead, I find myself shuffling up behind him, and pulling him up against my body, so that his back is flush against my chest.

“Colt,” Austin’s voice sounds.

“Body heat,” I whisper into his back. “Quickest way to warm you up.”

Austin doesn’t say anything more, but I feel him relax in my arms as he falls back asleep in my arms, and I just keep holding him tight against me, as I feel him warm back up as he lays next to me.

Once his body is warm, and he isn’t shivering, I know that I should let him go. That he will be fine. But I don’t. I’m enjoying lying here with him in my arms. Making one of my many Austin fantasies come true. I lost count of the number of times I dreamed of this situation. Although we do have more clothes on than in my fantasy.

Needing to feel that warmth, I gently pull him closer to me for a second. I need to make the most of this before he wakes up, and this is over, and I know that I shouldn’t, but, leaning forward, I place a kiss in the middle of his back, just at the base of his neck. The one place where there is some skin exposed.

Austin twists in my arms so that he’s facing me. He was awake. He doesn’t say anything. Just lays there looking at me, but he doesn’t need any words. I know that he wants me, and who am I fooling, I want him.

Leaning forward, I connect our lips. His lips are slightly damp beneath mine, from where he licked his lips, and I need more. Pushing my tongue forward, Austin opens up for me, as he shuffles closer, and wraps an arm around me. Our tongues twist and turn around each other as the kiss deepens. Fuck, this man can kiss.

Austin runs a hand underneath my hoodie, and it’s like he’s trailing lines of fire over my skin, then he’s grabbing hold of the bottom, and I can feel him pulling it up my chest.

“Colt?” Austin asks, pausing, and I know what he’s asking. Do I want this? And I know that if I told him to let go, he would.

“Take it off,” I reply.

“You sure?” Austin asks.

“No,” I reply, honestly. “But I know that I want you.”

Austin lets go of my hoodie and tries to pull out of my arms, but I don’t give him the chance. I’m mentally kicking myself for being honest, while at the same time loving Austin even more for stopping. Love. Where did this come from? Austin looks over to me, and I can’t say when it happened, but over the last few weeks, I fell back in love with him. I know that. I might have been telling myself we were friends, but I was wrong.

Every morning, I look forward to seeing him. I look forward to walking the ranch with him. Talking like we used to when we were fifteen. The walls I had built after he left had slowly been dismantled, and I hadn’t even noticed.

Austin has shifted away from me, and I can’t have that. I need him. Want him. Sitting up, I grab hold of the hem of my hoodie, and pull it over my head, and watch as Austin’s eyes widen slightly at the sight. I think he likes what he sees.

“Austin.” His name feather light on my tongue.

“I won’t do anything you aren’t sure of,” he replies, and God, this man is going to be the death of me.

“I know that I want this. Want you.” And deciding to be bold, I reach forward and take hold of Austin’s hand. I run it down the front of my chest but keep going until it rests over my dick.

“Fuck me!” Austin exclaims, as he cups my dick.

“Actually, that’s what I was hoping for,” I whisper back.

“Colt, I want you too, but I want this.” And he points to me and him. “This can’t be a one-night stand, power outage thing. I can’t go back to just being friends. If that’s what you want, it needs to stop now.” And he lets go of my dick.

“I’m not a one-night stand type of guy. I can’t deny this anymore. We have something.” And I close the gap and seal his lips with mine. I need Austin to know that there would be no going back from this for me either.

“Colt,” Austin says, pushing me back. “Condoms, lube?”

“Umm...” Fuck, I don’t have either. When I came over this evening, this was the last thing on my mind.

“I have some in my room,” Austin says. “We can move there.”

“Fire,” I say. “Warmth, plus it’s kind of romantic.”

“Okay, I’ll run and get some,” Austin says, as he gives me a quick kiss, throws off the covers, turns on the flashlight on his phone, and vanishes upstairs. The candles have long since burned out. I should go and get some more from the kitchen, but all I do is add more logs on the fire.

“Colt,” Austin states.

“Hey,” I reply, as Austin joins me back on the floor, a strip of condoms and a tube of lube in his hand. “Hopeful, are we?”

“With you, I’m always hopeful,” Austin replies.

Fuck, this man. Pulling him forward, I lock lips with him, we are spending way too much time talking. I need to explore this man. I need to learn every inch of his body. Need to learn what he likes, and more than anything, I need to hear him scream my name as he comes.

I deepen the kiss as I slowly unbutton the flannel shirt he’s wearing, running my hands over his chest before slipping it off his shoulders. Only then do I break the kiss, so I get my first glimpse of his naked chest, and he’s stunning. He has a small patch of hair in the center of his chest, and I can’t resist running my finger through it. Fuck, it feels so good.

“I’m not like you,” Austin whispers.

“No, you’re not,” I confirm, as I place a small kiss on the patch of hair. “I need to see all of you.”

“Undress me then,” Austin replies.

There is no need to ask me twice, as I pop the button of his jeans, and pull them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. His dick springs free. My imagination hadn’t done justice to Austin’s dick. Throwing his jeans and boxers away from us, I take hold of Austin’s dick in my hand, slowly pumping up and down his length, and I am rewarded with a moan from Austin.

“Not fair,” comes a breathy response from Austin.

“What’s not fair?” I ask.

“You’re not naked.”

“True.”

Getting up to my feet, making sure that I’m standing in the light of the fire, I push down my sweats, and I hear the gasp from Austin as I pull them off, leaving me naked in front of him.

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaims.

“You like what you see?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Austin rushes the word out and I can’t help but chuckle.

Getting back down onto the floor with Austin, we lay opposite each other for a moment. Just looking at each other. For me, this has been fifteen years coming, and part of me wants to savor every second of this, but I also want to feel him wrapped around my dick.

“Kiss me?” Austin asks.

I am not going to deny this man anything at the moment, and I close the gap between us, locking our lips together, our tongues instantly twisting around each other as the kiss deepens. Our hard dicks are rubbing against each other, when I feel a hand go around us. Fuck, he’s pumping us together.

“Colt, I have wanted you for fifteen years, please…”

“You can’t wait a few more minutes?” I ask, as I place kisses on the side of his cheek.

“No.”

“Lube, condoms.”

Austin reaches around and passes me the condoms and lube. I rip off one and throw the rest onto the couch, as I move so that I’m lying on top of him, grinding my dick into his. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, I begin to trail a line of kisses down his body, resisting the urge to take his nipples into my mouth.

When I reach his dick, I know I’m going to need to taste him. Running my tongue up his length, I lap up the pearl of pre-cum from his head, before swallowing him whole, causing Austin to yell out ‘fuck’. I travel up and down his dick, running my tongue around his head.

“Colt please...” Austin begs.

Letting go of his dick, I sit back on my heels and spread his legs open, pushing his feet so they are flat on the floor. Picking up the bottle of lube, popping it open, I squeeze some out and cover my fingers.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Hell yes.”

I run my finger around his entrance before slowly pushing it inside, pausing when I get to my knuckle, so that I allow his body to adjust to my finger, before pushing further, until I hit the ring of muscle. I stop again and watch Austin, waiting for the signs that he’s relaxing. Loving the light from the fire dancing over his skin.

Austin takes a deep breath, and I feel him relax around me. I push forward past the ring, crooking my finger and hitting his prostate, making Austin moan out in pleasure, and I can’t help but smile. Sliding my finger in and out of him a few times, I hold for a second and take my time again. I want this to be good for him.

I start to scissor my fingers, stretching him open. I know that I’m not small, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I want to make sure that he feels me tomorrow. I want to be the best he has ever had. It might make him stay.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yes.”

Picking up the condom, I rip open the packet, pulling it out and rolling it down my dick. Reaching for the lube, I squeeze some out, covering my dick. Placing my hands on his knees, I line myself up, and slowly push inside. It feels like some crazy dream, as I watch my dick slide into Austin. Something I have done a thousand times in my dreams. Reality is much better. Oh, fuck is it better.

Austin is warm and tight around me as I slide in and out of him, and before I know it, I can feel my orgasm building. I want us to come together.

Letting go of his knees, I cover his body with mine, taking hold of his hands, spreading them out as I place kisses on his neck, and I begin to move again. Slowly, but gradually picking up speed. Austin squeezes my hands as more moans fall from his lips. I adjust my angle on the next thrust in, and I hit his prostate. More moans escape him and fuck, I have never been with someone so expressive, and I love it.

On my next thrust in, Austin clenches around me, and he screams out my name as he comes, pushing me over the edge, Austin’s name falling from my lips. Fuck, this might have been quick, but holy hell, it was amazing. I collapse on top of him, both of us breathing hard, my head resting on his chest.

“That okay?” I ask, needing to know he enjoyed it just as much as me.

“Jesus, Colt. You are fucking amazing.” He wraps his arms around me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I need to clean us up,” I tell him, even though neither of us move.

“Do not fucking move. I have wanted to hold you like this for too damn long to let you go now,” Austin whispers, and pulls me tighter to him, and I can’t help but sigh with contentment.

I may have fought this. Told myself that this wasn’t supposed to happen. I have tried to fool myself into believing that our chemistry wasn’t there, but it was. This night has just proven that. I can’t, and won’t, lose this man. When I was fifteen, I didn’t fight for him, but I’m older now, and I won’t let him go again.