Chapter 22

By the timeJosh closed the door behind him and kicked his shoes off, Dixon had already disappeared into the bedroom. He chuckled as he headed for the door. "Eager much?" His heart was still pounding at the thought of sliding into Dixon's ass, but urgent desire tempered his fear. He stepped into the room and?—

Dixon sat on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, through which he stroked a visibly hard dick.

Josh blinked. "You should be on the stage. You'd be great at costume changes."

Dixon grinned. "Take your pants off, Doc. Let the dog see the rabbit."

He frowned. "Okay, where did that come from? And what the heck does it even mean?"

"Saw it once on an old British movie. And I take it to mean let your dick do what it needs to do." That grin was sexy as hell. "And go where it needs to go."

Josh unbuttoned his shirt as he walked over to the bed, doing his best to breathe evenly. Dixon got on his knees, his erection straining against the soft fabric of his briefs, almost pointing at Josh. He helped him remove his shirt, then tossed it aside. Dixon's warm, large hands on Josh's chest momentarily diverted him from his task, and he shivered as Dixon's thumbs made a beeline for his nipples.

"Hey, no fair," Josh complained with a whimper. When Dixon gave him a quizzical glance, he lowered his gaze. "You tell me to do something, and then you distract the hell out of me."

"Yeah, but I need to get you hard."

Josh laughed. "Any harder and I'll be in the record books. I could do serious damage with that thing."

Dixon bit his lip. "I'll consider that a warning to my ass." He removed his hands from Josh's chest and held them up. "There. Now take your pants off." His eyes danced with amusement.

Josh unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and bent to remove his socks.

"Leave them."

He straightened, eyebrows arched. "Really?"

Dixon chuckled. "Sorry, but I can't wait another minute." He pulled Josh to him, and they kissed, a lingering exploration that sent heat flushing through him. Josh reached around to stroke Dixon's back, moving lower until his hands were full of Dixon's firm ass.

Dixon kissed Josh's ear, sending another shiver of anticipation down his spine. "Yeah, that's the destination, but let's not rush the trip to get there, okay?"

Josh moaned as Dixon nuzzled his neck. "I'm down for the scenic route." His breathing hitched when Dixon gave a slow roll of his hips, bringing their dicks into contact. The leisurely bum-and-grind had him harder than he'd ever been in his life, and coupled with their increasingly heated kisses, Josh was in danger of shooting his load before he'd even got near Dixon's ass.

"Dixon," he whispered.

To his relief, Dixon brought a halt to the delicious friction that threatened to unravel Josh's body and mind, and lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to his nipple. The intimate connection sent a wave of contentment washing over him—until Dixon caught the little nub between his lips and teased it, while tweaking the other with finger and thumb.

"That is not helping," Josh groaned.

Dixon chuckled around his nipple, his hand warm on Josh's belly as he slid it lower until his fingers reached the bulge in Josh's briefs. Dixon pulled back, smiling. "That is way too much of a temptation." He put his elbows on the mattress, tugged Josh's briefs past his hips, and took Josh's rigid cock into his mouth.

"Oh dear Lord, that feels so good." Josh tried his damnedest not to thrust too deeply into that inviting, warm cavern. He placed his hands on Dixon's head, cradling it as he rocked in and out, his gaze locked on to the sight of his dick fucking Dixon's mouth. Dixon cupped Josh's balls, pulling gently on them, squeezing them, and the sensation only added to the raging need that burned inside him.

Then Dixon pulled free, and Josh let out a growl.

Dixon turned around, presenting Josh with his ass, which hung over the edge of the bed, the white fabric stretched tight, the shadow of his crack visible. He twisted to stare at Josh over his shoulder. "This is where I remind you that I just took a shower." He grinned. "Wanna taste? You don't have to, but I thought you might like?—"

Josh knelt beside the bed, almost stumbling because of his briefs entangled around his knees. He removed them hurriedly, pulled Dixon's briefs over his gorgeous ass, lowered them, then spread Dixon's cheeks.

Dixon chuckled. "Well, that was unequivocal."

His heart thumping, Josh leaned in, close enough to feel the heat rolling off Dixon's body. His face was barely an inch from that tight little pucker, and he dragged his tongue over it experimentally, his nostrils filling with the scent of Dixon's bodywash and faint traces of the sweat that had turned him on downstairs in the gym.

"Oh Jesus," Dixon said weakly.

A fierce joy barreled through Josh at the quaver in Dixon's voice, and he did it again, but this time he gave Dixon's hole an unhurried lap. Dixon grabbed his own dick and tugged it, pushing back as if to demand more.

Josh was only too happy to oblige.

He worked Dixon's pucker with the tip of his tongue, loving the low cries of pleasure that fell from Dixon's lips, the way he reached back to press Josh's head further into his crease, the way his hole loosened, inviting Josh in.

The groans that escaped Dixon's mouth when he took up that invitation.

"Fuck, love it when you go deep."

That lit a fire under Josh, and he worked Dixon's hole with his tongue, until Dixon writhed, the noises constant. The more he teased Dixon's hole, the thicker Dixon's accent—and Josh's dick—became. When his jaw started to ache, Josh called a halt and stood, sliding his shaft through Dixon's slick crack, rubbing it over Dixon's hole.

"Aw fuck," Dixon moaned. "Lord, what you do to me."

"That accent is hot," Josh admitted, smearing precum over Dixon's pucker with the head of his dick.

"That was how I sounded when I was younger, working on the farm." Dixon lowered his head to the mattress. "Don't tease. Put it in."

The idea of Dixon, bare-chested and sweating, seized Josh's mind. "You mean like a cowboy? They're hot too."

"Yeah, pretty much like a cowboy. Still have the—" Dixon froze. "Wait. You know what? Let me up for a sec." He scrambled off the bed and pelted across the room to his closet.

"Whatever you're looking for, can't it wait?" Josh's voice sounded plaintive to his own ears. From inside the closet came the sound of items being moved around. "Dixon," he moaned, working his cock that was doing a damn good impression of a steel bar.

Dixon returned to the bed, carrying…

A black Stetson.

Josh raised his eyebrows.

Dixon smiled as he placed it on the mattress. "This was mine growing up. You'd rarely find me without it. Hell, most nights my mama had to take it off me while I was sleeping, and hang it up." His eyes sparkled. "Lie on your back."

Josh stared at him. "Excuse me?"

Dixon opened the nightstand drawer and took out the lube. "You heard right."

There was nothing to do but comply.

Josh lay down, his shaft pointing to the ceiling. Dixon climbed onto the bed and tossed him the bottle. "Get him ready for me."

He bit his lip. "Him? Does yours have a name?" He squeezed lube onto his cock, slicking the warm, firm flesh.

"My turn." Dixon held his hand out for the bottle, and Josh watched, fascinated, as he reached behind him to prep his own hole. He wiped his fingers on his thigh, picked up the Stetson and put it on, then straddled Josh's body. He grinned. "Always wondered what it would be like to ride a broncin' buck." He reached back to grasp Josh's dick, then guided it to his hole.

Josh held his breath as tight heat surrounded the head of his dick. "Oh God."

Dixon stared at him, eyes wide. "Fuck, that's thick." He sank a little lower, his face a mask of concentration. Josh couldn't tear his gaze away as Dixon moved slowly, his breathing ragged, his hands planted on Josh's chest. At last their bodies met, and Dixon groaned. "Never felt so full."

"Should I move?" Josh loved the sensation of being imprisoned in Dixon's warm body.

Dixon widened his eyes. "Fuck no. Let me do all the work for a while. I need to take my time." He managed a grin. "I think I nailed it, though. Baton was the perfect description."

Josh curled his fingers around Dixon's shaft that pointed upward, still hard. He stroked its silken surface, watching the pleasure crawl across Dixon's face. It wasn't long before Dixon began to move, a gentle, leisurely up-and-down motion that created yet more exquisite sensations.

Josh moaned. "Having you inside me feels amazing. This could easily rival it."

Dixon bent down to kiss him. "Then I guess we're going to be doing this again." He returned to his previous position, only now he picked up the pace, rocking back and forth, riding Josh's dick with obvious enthusiasm. Dixon brought his hand to his hat and grinned. "Yee-haw."

"Remind me to try this." Josh chuckled. "Without the hat."

"Ready for a more active role?" Dixon lifted himself off Josh's cock and flipped over onto all fours, shuffling back until his ass was once more at the edge of the mattress.

"How do you want me?" Josh grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a little more to his dick.

"Stand behind me and slide back in." Dixon peered at him. "And Doc?"

"Yeah?" Josh pulled Dixon's cheeks apart, eager to experience that glorious tightness and heat.

Dixon's eyes twinkled. "I won't break, so let yourself go."

Josh's heart raced at the prospect.

He didn't hesitate in penetrating Dixon's loosened hole, sliding all the way home. A fierce joy grabbed hold of him, and he leaned over to grip Dixon's shoulders, driving in and out, alternating between short, quick thrusts and long, deep glides, and each time he filled Dixon, the noises and cries that poured from Dixon sent his desire spiraling ever higher.

"Put one foot on the bed," Dixon gasped. "You can go even deeper."

Josh did as he suggested, groaning when his body slammed against Dixon's, the smack of flesh meeting flesh loud in the quiet room.

"Aw fuck, just like that. Love it when you're balls-deep."

Josh loved it too, the sight of Dixon's arched back, the muscles rippling over his shoulder blades, the way his ass cheeks rippled with every impact. He knew the end was imminent, and a fervent desire burned through him.

"I want to see your face," he said, pulling free. More than that, he yearned for Dixon's lips on his.

Dixon rolled onto his back and shifted toward the center of the bed. He grabbed his legs and drew them up to his chest.

Josh climbed onto the bed and knelt at Dixon's ass. He sank back into his body with a sigh, then leaned over to kiss him, his elbows bracketing Dixon's head.

Dixon's gaze locked onto his. "Now fuck me into the mattress, Doc." His voice was rough.

Josh began to rock into him, slowly at first, but gathering speed. He moaned into Dixon's kiss, hips pumping, driving both of them to the edge. Dixon let go of his legs and wrapped his arms around Josh, his heels digging into Josh's ass, urging him deeper, faster.

Josh moaned as he came, his cock gripped by Dixon's body. It felt never-ending as he emptied his balls, but when he was finally spent, he collapsed onto Dixon, his chest and torso covered in sweat. Dixon kissed him, slow, tender kisses on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, his hands on Josh's neck and shoulder.

When he'd recovered sufficiently, Josh propped himself up on his hands. "You haven't come."

Dixon smiled. "I was hoping you'd take care of that for me."

Josh eased his still half-hard dick from Dixon's body. He took Dixon's cock in one hand, and slid a couple of fingers into him, feeling for his prostate.

Dixon nodded. "Make me come."

He worked Dixon's shaft and ass, both hands in harmony, and before long, Dixon's breathing grew labored, and the flush on his chest and neck deepened. Josh didn't look away but focused on his face, enraptured by Dixon's moans as he neared orgasm. And when warmth covered Josh's hand and Dixon's hole gripped his fingers, Josh was mesmerized by Dixon's expression, his parted lips and widened eyes.

Dixon took hold of Josh's hand. "Let me lick it clean."

Josh watched as Dixon licked up every drop. He stretched out beside Dixon and snuggled against him, Dixon's arms enveloping him.

"Well, that was an eye-opener," he murmured, stroking Dixon's damp chest.

"What was? Topping?" Dixon chuckled. "I'm guessing you liked it."

Josh propped himself up on one elbow and met Dixon's amused gaze. "I did, but the reason why I did might surprise you."

Dixon stuffed a pillow under his head, all trace of humor fled. "You've got my attention."

Josh circled Dixon's nipple with a finger. "I loved it when you topped. It felt amazing. But when I was licking your…." He paused.

"Hole, Doc." Dixon grinned. "You were licking my hole. Gotta tell you, rimming could fast become my favorite way to spend time."

Josh nodded vigorously. "And that's what I'm talking about. Because all of a sudden, it wasn't about what I got out of it—it was all about you, how much pleasure it gave you."

Dixon hauled Josh onto him and kissed him on the lips. "Doesn't surprise me. You're a very generous man. And that's how sex should be—a mutual effort to make each other feel good."

Josh shifted until his head rested on Dixon's chest. "Looks like we succeeded." Another pause. "You have presented me with a bit of a dilemma, though."

"I have?"

He smiled against Dixon's chest. "Yeah. The next time one of us wants to do this? I'll be spoiled for choice."

Dixon chuckled. "There are so many things I want to explore with you. Who knows? Maybe one day we'll go online and order you some chaps and spurs, and we can play real cowboy."

Josh craned his neck to peer at him. "What do you mean?"

"Cowboys use a variety of tools in their jobs. Ropes. Soft bandanas. A type of cuffs." He kissed the top of Josh's head. "That is, if you're up for it." He reached down between Josh's legs and gripped his stiffening cock. "Well, it looks like you have the most important tool ready to go for another round. What do you say, cowboy?"

A shiver rippled through Josh at Dixon's soft, seductive tone.

"Giddyup, pardner?"