Chapter 13: Austin

Holy shit, I have just had sex with Colt, and he’s still lying on top of me. I don’t want to let him go. I just want to lie here, my arms wrapped around him. Keeping him close. Keeping the fantasy of us alive. If I let him go, what happens next? We both said that we didn’t want this to be a one-night stand. That we both wanted more. But were these words just muttered in the moment? I know that I meant every word. I can’t go back; I won’t go back to being platonic friends.

“Austin, sweetheart,” Colt whispers.

Sweetheart. Did I really just hear that right? I hadn’t thought we were at a nickname stage, but I loved hearing it, all the same.

“Sweetheart?” I reply.

“Ummm.” And Colt tries to wriggle in my arms, but I’m not going to let him go. “Sorry, that just slipped out.”

“No, I’m not letting you go,” I say and place a kiss on his forehead.

“I need to clean us up,” Colt states, trying again to get out of my arms.

“But….”

“Austin please, I need to clean up. Dispose of the condom,” Colt adds, and I reluctantly loosen my arm, because we really can’t stay here. “Thank you. I’ll only be gone a few minutes.”

Colt shifts off me, and I miss his body warmth, so I move closer to the fire. I can hear Colt moving about in the kitchen. I have no idea what he’s doing, but he’s taking a long time to come back to me. Leaving me with my thoughts.

The sex was thousands of times better than what I ever imagined. Colt’s body was firm, and my God, his dick. But, what now? We need to talk. We need to discuss what happens next. Where we go from here, and it needs to be an open and very honest conversation.

“Hey,” Colt’s voice sounds, as he gets back onto the floor with me, and wipes down my chest with a warm cloth.

“It’s warm,” I mumble.

“Yeah, I heated up some water,” Colt explains. “That’s why I took so long. Didn’t want you to get cold again.”

“Oh.” Because I’m not sure what else to say.

“Are you hungry? I think we still have some soup.”

“No, I’m good,” I reply. “Colt?”

“Yeah.”

“We need to talk,” I tell him.

“Don’t,” Colt states, and there is an edge to his voice. “Don’t do it again.”

“Do what?” Wondering what the hell he’s talking about.

“Don’t hurt me again.”

“Colt, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we needed to talk. Every conversation I have ever had that started with those words has not ended well,” Colt adds.

“Colt, get rid of those clothes, and get your ass over here,” I demand.

Colt proceeds to throw the clothes into the corner of the blankets and sits next to me. This is the type of conversation that needs to happen face to face. Not when one is sitting and the other lying down. So, I shift positions so that I’m leaning against the couch.

“Colt,” I start. “I have no intentions of hurting you again,” I tell him. “But I think we’ve both been denying our feelings, or more likely, you have been fighting your feelings for me. I know full well how I feel about you.”

“Oh,” Colt starts.

“Yeah, oh, so come over here,” I say over to him, and hold out my arm to him in invitation to sit next to me.

Colt moves over and sits next to me, and I wrap my arm around him and pull him closer to me. Loving that his body warmth is next to mine. The fire is good, but Colt is better at keeping me warm.

“I never imagined I would be sitting here naked with you,” Colt says into the room.

“Me too. After that first day, I thought you were going to hate me forever.”

“I never hated you, not really,” Colt replies. “I just wanted to. You stood in that kitchen looking sexy as hell. You hadn’t changed, and I hated that I instantly wanted you again.”

“You know, I thought the same thing,” I say, laughing.

“So what, are we dating now?” Colt asks.

“I don’t know what we are,” I reply honestly. “As you said, the ranch has to come first for the both of us, and I know that I want to work with you.”

“Me too,” Colt confirms.

“But I also want to be able to hold you, kiss you, and you need to fuck me like that again, because holy hell.”

I hear a chuckle come from Colt and I think I feel him relax.

“I like those terms.”

“Good.” I pause for a minute. “Do you think we need to get some sleep? Do you have any idea what the time is?”

“No idea, but I would guess that we would need to be getting up soon,” Colt replies, and then, as if on cue, my cell starts beeping as my alarm goes off, causing Colt to laugh, “told you.”

“Do you have to get up?” Wondering if I can try and persuade Colt to maybe sleep in with me.

“The animals still need to be checked.”

“But maybe with all the snow we can delay it for an hour? The animals aren’t going anywhere today.” And I try to give him my best puppy dog pleading look.

Colt hesitates for a moment, and when I turn to look at him, I see the smile on his face, and his resolve wavering, “I thought we said that the ranch came first.”

“Oh, it does,” I say as I remove my arm from around him and move so that I’m straddling his lap. “But maybe we can bend the rules today. Plus, I set my alarm for an hour before we normally meet. So…” And I lean down and connect our lips, our tongues invading each other's mouths, deepening the kiss instantly, and I feel Colt getting hard underneath me, and wiggle against it.

“Oh, shit, you are going to be the death of me,” Colt says, and he wraps an arm around me, flipping me onto my back.

Colt places a kiss on my jawline, then one on my neck, and in the middle of my chest. I thought that he was going to trail kisses down my neck, but he doesn’t, instead, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. Bites, and teases, and pleasure explodes through my body, and I can’t stop the moan that falls from my lips.

“You are so expressive,” Colt states, letting go of my nipple.

“Yeah,” I manage to get out, and I want to tell him that I have only been like this with him. That he seemed to understand my body better than anyone before him, but the words vanish as Colt goes back to placing kisses on my chest. He explores my other nipple and he is taking his time now. There is no rush, even though we should be, the animals need us, but I’m not going to stop him. I’m going to let him explore and taste every inch of my body.

Finally, he begins to travel down my body until he reaches my dick, where he runs a tongue up my length, before taking me whole. I don’t think he has a gag reflex, as I feel my dick hit the back of his throat. Then he’s sliding up and down my length, each time he gets to my head he runs his tongue around it.

“Colt.” I breathe out his name as I feel my orgasm building under his touch.

“Think you can handle round two, or are you too sore?” Colt asks.

“I can handle it,” I tell him, because I need to feel him inside me again.

Colt shifts around, and I hear the sound of the lube bottle being opened, as he spreads my legs, and I bend them, so my feet are flat on the floor. Then there is a cold finger running around my entrance and being pushed inside, and God, it feels good. I can feel the stretch, but he’s still taking his time. I want to tell him to take me, that I’m still stretched enough, but I let Colt take control. Last time it was rushed, both of us needing to fulfill the fifteen-year-old fantasy.

Now, he’s taking his time. He’s learning what I like, what gives me the most pleasure, which is basically everything that he’s doing to my body at this moment. A second finger is added, and I force myself to relax around him. Colt places a kiss on the side of my knee, and I feel the goosebumps travel over my skin.

“You ready?” Colt asks.

“Yeah,” I breathe out.

Next thing I hear is the condom wrapper being opened, followed by the lube bottle, and then he’s at my entrance, pushing in, my body stretching around him. Again, he takes his time, pausing to make sure that my body adjusts to him before pushing forward.

When he’s fully seated, he leans forward and takes hold of my hands, lacing our fingers together, and squeezing tight. Only then does he start to move, slowly at first, and then starts to quicken his pace. I can feel my back arching up off the floor, pleasure flowing through every inch of my body.

Colt adjusts his stance, and on the next thrust in, he hits my prostate, causing me to yell out. He keeps this position, sliding in and out of me, and my orgasm starts to build, and I want to ask him to slow down. I’m not ready to come. I want this to last longer, but I can’t hold it back, as my orgasm crashes through me, and I’m coming all over my chest, without him ever having touched my dick.

The force of my orgasm has me tensing around Colt, and it pushes him over the edge. My name falls from his lips as he slams into me one last time, before collapsing on top of me, and letting go of my hands. He lies there on top of me for a moment before leaning back and carefully pulling out of me.

Part of me wants to pinch myself. Maybe I’m dreaming. Maybe working in the snow yesterday has triggered some type of exhaustion-fueled sex dream, but when I feel a cold damp cloth being wiped over my chest, I know it’s not a dream.

“Be right back,” Colt whispers to me, as he gets up from the floor, goes into the kitchen and turns on the tap, and then I hear the sound of a cupboard opening. I really have no idea what he’s doing, and I also don’t really care.

When he returns a few minutes later, he joins me back on the floor, pulling blankets over us.

“Come on, let’s nap. Only thirty minutes,” Colt states, as he adjusts the pillows.

Rolling over onto my side, I face the fire and feel Colt’s chest against my back, but it’s freezing, and makes me jump.

“Shit, you're cold,” I tell him.

“I told you; body heat is the quickest way to warm up. So shut up and come closer,” Colt demands, and I nestle into Colt’s body as he throws blankets over us.

“What about the animals?” I ask, even though I can feel my eyelids closing on me. The whole night is starting to catch up with me.

“We’ll go see to them soon. But you get some sleep,” Colt tells me.

“What about you?”

“I’m awake now,” Colt replies. “I don’t think I can sleep. But I want to hold you for a while.”

“If you aren’t sleeping, then neither am I,” I demand, as I yawn, giving away that I’m tired.

“I can’t risk you being tired,” Colt adds. “So sweetheart, please get some sleep.”

Sweetheart, there is that name again. I don’t think he even noticed that he called me that again, but hearing it makes me smile. It’s a side of Colt that I never knew about. The thought makes me sad for a second, reminding me that there was more stuff that I missed out on.

“I like it when you call me sweetheart,” I mumble, and I feel Colt pull me closer to him, but I don’t hear what his reply is as sleep finally takes me.