Chapter 13

13

Kacey had opened up all of his new art supplies and was settled on the living room floor hunched over his new sketchbook, so River had been trying to keep to himself and just putter around the apartment. He’d put in a load of laundry, done some dishes, paid a couple of bills, and when he ran out of things to do, he picked up the novel he’d started weeks ago and was still only halfway through and stretched out on the couch with it.

He hadn’t read two pages though. Instead he was watching Kacey’s hand move over the page and trying not to get too turned on by the look of concentration on his boy’s face. He couldn’t see what Kacey was actually working on, but whatever it was had his boy’s full attention.

“I love these new pencils. They’re amazing.” The words surprised the hell out of him, making him blink. “Thank you for taking me to that store.”

“You’re welcome. You look like you’re enjoying them.” It was nice to see his boy so relaxed. It was a miracle Kacey felt comfortable anywhere, especially when River knew just how much hurt and anger was under it all.

“Yeah. I like to experiment.” Kacey left his drawings on the floor and scooted closer to him. “Good book?”

“I don’t know. I keep not reading it.” He tossed the book on the coffee table. “I was watching you draw.”

“Yeah? I was drawing dragons. You want some company?” Kacey hadn’t shaved, so the white-blond stubble was like frost on the line of his jaw.

“I’d like that.” He made some room for Kacey to get close, lean on him.

Kacey slipped up next to him and snuggled in. “This okay?”

“I like it. You?” Kacey hadn’t shaved but he was showered, and he smelled like shampoo and fresh air. River slid his fingers through those unruly curls and kissed Kacey’s forehead.

“Mmm…” Kacey closed his eyes, so responsive to touch, so eager for connection. “That’s lovely.”

“You like that? Your hair is soft. I love these curls.” He played with one, stretching it out. Kacey really was beautiful.

“Yeah? Thank you. They’ve hardly ever been this long, but I kinda like it.” Kacey began to stroke his belly in long, lazy strokes, the caress leaving tingles behind him.

“Have you always been an artist?” He tried to make conversation rather than be distracted by how good that touch felt.

“I’ve always liked to draw. I’m no artist, though. I just draw stuff. It’s something to do with my hands.” That touch never faltered.

He’d only gotten a peek at what Kacey could do, and he already disagreed, but he didn’t say so. He picked up on another vibe. “I like what you’re doing with your hands right now, boy.”

“My hands like what they’re doing too. Do you like sex? I mean, what are you into?” Forward boy. It was heady, though, the idea that Kacey was willing to seduce him.

“I do like sex.” He couldn’t help his chuckle, but it came out rougher than he’d intended. “I’m into all kinds of things. Right now, though, I’m very into you.” He caught Kacey’s chin and kissed him, rationalizing that the boy deserved a reward for reading him so well, though he really couldn’t help himself.

Kacey hummed and pushed closer, one thumb finding his nipple and rubbing, nice and easy, revving him up.

“Mm.” Naughty boy. He liked it. River tugged Kacey’s T-shirt up and returned the favor, spreading his hand across the boy’s abs. Their kiss was lovely—gentle, slow, curious—just figuring each other out.

Kacey was leaning into him, breath beginning to speed, the lean, flat belly trembling under his fingers. His boy moaned, so softly, the sound barely audible.

“Suppose I ask you…what are you into, boy?” Kacey was fit; he’d seen that when Kacey first came home with him, but getting his hands on that muscle was another thing entirely.

“I’ve liked everything I’ve done, but I haven’t been—I mean, I’ve had to be quick, mostly, you know? Hurry up before we get caught.”

Well, he was in no hurry. River was ready to give Kacey everything the boy had never had. “Look around. No one is going to catch us. We can take it so, so slow.”

“I know. It’s wild. We could make love right here during the day.” Those eyes were wide, dancing and happy. “For as long as we wanted.”

Right there, on his couch, all afternoon. Something about the way Kacey said “make love” made him wonder if even just that much was new. “Perfect.” He caught his boy around the waist and shifted so Kacey was straddling him, then pulled his own T-shirt off and tossed it. “Your shirt. Off.”

“Yessir.” Kacey tugged the T-shirt off, leaving him to admire the stretch of lean body. There was a dragon tattoo on Kacey’s chest that he could admire now that the bruises were fading. It was lovely, with the tail curling around one tight nipple.

“Oh, look at that.” He ran his fingers over it, then his tongue, then closed his lips over the nipple, babying it at first, then testing out a light pinch with his teeth.

“Oh.” The little pinch earned him the sweetest surprised gasp. “That’s tingly.”

“Good tingly?” He tried it again, a little harder. He was going for lightning-to-Kacey’s-balls tingly. He’d find the spot. He could be patient.

“Uhn. Uh-huh. How about you?” Kacey stroked the tip of his nipple, making it draw up tighter and harder.

“I like it. Mostly without the pinch, unless I’m in the mood.” He slipped both hands under the waistband of Kacey’s sweats and got a hold of the boy’s ass. “More muscle. Strong boy.”

Kacey’s touch immediately gentled, so soft, like a feather. “Have to be, to stick on a bull. I ride more by balance, though. Sam’s way more muscled. Way.”

He curled his fingers, getting a tighter grip. “Balance is good, but you don’t need to stick on a bull anymore.” Just me. He took another kiss, pulling Kacey in tighter.

Kacey moaned deep in his chest, lips parting and letting him in deeper, and his boy was hard as a rock, rubbing against him.

His prick was filling with a quiet hunger, letting him buzz a little and enjoy the moment. Just these few moments together proved how little Kacey knew of lovemaking—fast hand jobs and quick fucks had their place, but they couldn’t replace this.

“Does that feel good, boy?” He let Kacey rub, and rolled his hips slowly, rocking them together.

“Fuck, yes. You’re… amazing. You want my mouth, man? I can suck you, if you want.”

“Not yet. Take these off.” He moved his hands and snapped the waistband of Kacey’s sweats. “All of it.”

“All of it.” Kacey stood up, skinning his sweats and tighty-whities off in a single motion, exposing a long, thin cock crowned with white curls.

He looked Kacey over with practiced eyes, noting not just the lovely cock, but the scrapes, the bruises, the scars. Kacey was healing up nicely, the purple colors fading to greens and yellows.

“Beautiful boy.” He waved Kacey closer and slid his hands up the boy’s thighs. “Pretty cock.”

Kacey went up on tiptoe for a second, cock bobbing, and the flush on that sweet belly was adorable. “River… you have the warmest hands.”

“I’m glad you like them.” He caught his boy’s balls first, weighing them in his hand and loving their hefty feel, then slid his fingers up to catch Kacey’s prick, right at those pale curls.

Kacey gasped, eyes fastened on his hand, licking his lips. “Uh-huh…”

He would have liked to play a little, maybe delay an orgasm or bind Kacey’s hands, but he wouldn’t without a safeword and he hadn’t explained that to Kacey yet. They’d get there, but maybe it was just as well. Maybe this first time needed to be something for Kacey and learning that could be more than he’d imagined was enough for now.

His fingers played lightly over the boy’s cock, exploring, giving Kacey something to focus on without driving the boy too wild.

Kacey began to rock, body moving sinuously, and River could envision it, his boy riding his cock, working his prick with that tight body.

He was testing his own patience now.

He let go of the sweet, hard prick and leaned deep into his couch. “You can undo my belt.”

“Mmm… yes, sir.” Kacey unfastened his belt with clever fingers. “Can I keep on keeping on?”

Well, yes. But he wasn’t rushing. “Hm. I don’t know. What’s your plan?”

“I was going to let your cock out to breathe before it gets all strangled in there…”

That earned the boy another dark chuckle. “Carry on, then.”

Kacey eased his button open and his zipper down, and it warmed his heart, seeing how Kacey protected his cock from the zipper teeth, fingers dragging along his shaft.

It warmed more than his heart, that touch brought his prick to full attention. He let Kacey wiggle his jeans down a little and then spread, giving his aching balls some room. He wanted, for sure. Kacey was so graceful and had an allure far beyond being an adorable blond cowboy.

“Mmm…” Kacey traced a line all around his cock like he was drawing a picture, and the touch made him want to take his boy, right now.

He curled his hand around Kacey’s, pressing it to his shaft. “A little harder.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” Kacey’s hand flattened against his cock, fingertips carding through his curls before they wrapped around his shaft.

For someone that was used to being quick, Kacey had plenty of creativity to slow down. He groaned softly and kicked one leg out, relaxing even more. “Don’t be shy.”

“No?” Kacey knelt in a sudden movement, sucking his prick down to the root.

“Shit! Fuck!” Jesus Christ that was… his toes curled, and he pushed at Kacey’s shoulder. “Wait…” God, he could just enjoy this, but… “Stop. Boy. Stop.” He took Kacey by the hair and tugged his cock free.

Kacey glanced up at him, obviously confused, hands on his thighs. “Not good?”

“No. Good. Hold on.” He took a deep breath and got himself back under control. “Too fast.”

“Oh. Right. I thought you wanted to come.” Kacey kissed the tip of his cock.

“Eventually. Thank you. Not yet.” He bent and gave Kacey a kiss, then pulled the boy back onto the couch. “I wanted slow.” He pushed Kacey onto his back and shifted so he had a good angle. “Like this.”

River bent and licked the length of Kacey’s lovely, narrow cock.

Kacey keened, and he felt the way the long prick throbbed under his tongue.

“Oh so pretty, my boy.” He explored with his tongue, circling the head, running his tongue along Kacey’s shaft, dabbing into his slit. “That’s it, just relax.”

“Relax? Lord, you think I’m magic, don’t you?” Kacey’s voice was rough and raw, eyes staring up at the ceiling like the world’s secrets were written there.

“I do. Breathe. Don’t shoot.” He kept at it, teasing gently, doing everything but actually blowing the boy.

“Don’t shoot. Fuck. You make me dizzy, I swear to God.” Kacey slowly did relax, though, easing for him.

“Dizzy is good. You feel that little buzz? You can ride that a while. You know what’s coming, but you don’t have to sprint there.”

He could though. He could take his boy right now and they’d both love it. But it wouldn’t be what he wanted for Kacey.

“It’s more than a little buzz,” Kacey whispered, fingers dragging through his hair. “Way more.”

He nodded because he absolutely agreed and leaned into Kacey’s hand. “Mm. Yes.” River let the pretty cock be and moved over his boy to press their hips together, dragging his denim over Kacey’s skin. He took a kiss, pushing his tongue past his boy’s lips.

Kacey held on, a deep, needy moan pressing into his mouth, wet-tipped cock hot enough to be a brand where it touched his skin.

He rubbed them together, testing his patience and Kacey’s, enjoying the heat and doing what felt good without it having to be a means to an end. He wasn’t going to hold out like this long, though, and he didn’t think his boy would either.

Kacey made the best sounds—low and hungry, slowly building in intensity. “Damn. Damn, man. This is just right.”

“Yeah. But you’re going to ride me, boy. I want to watch you move.”

“Fuck, yes.” Kacey met his gaze, eyes burning. “I want that. I want to feel you, balls deep.”

“Naughty boy.” He shoved a hand under Kacey’s back and sat them up. “Stuff in the coffee table.” He was prepared. All over the apartment. He hated to interrupt a good moment.

“Ooh, you are prepared.” Kacey chuckled and winked at him, so naughty.

“You’ll learn to appreciate it.” He pointed to a drawer. “Get ’em.”

Kacey arched backward to reach, and damn, that was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. It exposed the bullrider fully, but it was the trust, the knowledge that River would not drop him, that had his balls drawing up.

“Pretty boy.” He helped Kacey back up, took the rubber and pressed the lube back into his boy’s hand. Kacey was something to watch. “You do it.”

Kacey nodded and slicked his fingers, then braced himself on one of River’s shoulders as he reached back to slick himself.

He couldn’t help his hungry grin. It was rare for a new boy to be this free with him, but there was nothing shy about this boy at all. He settled his rubber quickly, the focus on the little arch in Kacey’s back, the beautiful furrow in the boy’s brow. He ached, wanted so much he could devour his boy, and he promised himself that next time… next time he would.

“I want you. You ready for me?” Kacey licked his lips, held his gaze. “I want to make you feel so good.”

“That’s my boy.” He took Kacey by the hips and dragged him in. “Show me.”

Kacey knelt up tall, then rubbed the tip of River’s cock against that tight hole, hard enough to make his eyes cross.

“Fuck.” He groaned, rolling his hips up slightly and tightened his grip on Kacey’s hips.

“Uh-huh.” Kacey’s lips parted and his tongue flicked out, wetting his lips before he sank down, his cockhead popping in that tight hole.

River grunted. “Yeah…” Jesus, the boy felt so good. He took a breath to keep from shoving deeper, letting Kacey settle first. “Tight, boy.”

“Full.” Kacey groaned, body rippling around him, working him like a fist, and it was impossible to resist the touches. “Dammit…”

He rocked a little, seeing how they fit, taking Kacey deeper. “Oh, you feel good, boy.”

Kacey nodded almost desperately. “So good. Don’t stop, huh?”

“No…” There was no stopping now. He bucked up a couple of times, then went back to a slow roll, holding tight to the boy’s hips as they moved together.

Kacey knelt up tall, grinding down on him, arms lifted up in the air, open and exposed, entirely offered over to him. It threatened to burn him to the ground.

If any boy he’d ever seen could be the kind of sub he needed, it was this boy. This one right here. River was going to keep him.

He gave up on careful and slow in favor of what they both wanted, dug his heels into the carpet, and thrust up hard. “Come, boy. Shoot for me.”

“Fuck! Do it again!”

He thrust one more time, and spunk sprayed from his boy, in wet, hot ropes.

“Fuck yes!” River grunted as Kacey went tight around him and thrust again, chasing his boy right into the deep end. Kacey watched him with heavy lids before leaning down to rest against him.

“Mm.” He wrapped his arms around his boy, still hauling in shallow breaths. “Good boy.”

“Thank you.” Kacey kissed his jaw, the touch quick, featherlight.

“Oh, thank you.” He shifted them and stretched out on the couch, settling with Kacey mostly still on top of him.

Kacey sucked in a deep breath, then melted, still and relaxed atop him.

They should shower. Eventually. But like the boy said, they had all day, and he didn’t want to let Kacey go yet.

Just a nap first.