In the Pocket #2
Sterling sat staring at his hands, lips tight. Colby sighed. "You okay, kid?"
"I'm good. Exit for the hotel's just right up ahead."
"Cool." He turned off the highway and parked in the lot. "Look, I want to have a beer. Been wanting to get to know you. But if you're pissed at me now or something, just let me know."
"I ain't pissed. Embarrassed, sure. I didn't mean to. I ain't looking at... I mean, Pharris and me, we ain't..." He stopped, shook his head. "I need that beer. Bull prolly wonked me when I wasn't looking."
"Well, I know Pharris isn't. He's as taken as it gets." Colby chuckled. "Looking's not a crime, though."
Look at that pretty blush. Fuck, he could tear that sweet ass up. He was going to, damn it. Tonight.
He pulled his keys and stepped out, coming around, standing close to Sterling.
The man was like a little furnace, burning against his arm. He rubbed up on the man again, just a bit, bumping hips.
He heard the soft inhalation, and that blush deepened. "You want that beer?" Sterling's voice had gone all husky.
"Yeah. You want to go to the bar, or just come get room service with me? Way quieter."
"Ain't nobody at the bar I need to see."
Hoo, yeah. "Well, there you go." They hit the elevator without anyone knowing it, thank God.
They headed up, the elevator quiet, still. Sterling was vibrating beside him, just buzzing. He wanted to touch the man, but Colby kept his hands to himself for the moment. Time for that later.
He was down in the corner room, with a big old king and a sitting area and no one close enough to hear Sterling, if he was loud in bed. Colby sure hoped so. A man could seem reserved, and then get pretty funky.
He'd been watching the man work, after all. He knew the kid was a fucking adrenaline junkie of the highest order. Shit, Sterling was running circles around the bulls, teasing them. The kid was begging for something stimulating.
Colby was just the man to relieve the itch.
He opened the door and put his hat and his key on the dresser, turned on the lights. "Have a seat."
"Nice room." Sterling bounced a little, boots new enough that they creaked.
"I liked it." He forgot, sometimes, what it was like to be that poor, too. "Kick back, man. You can take your boots off and all if you want."
"I don't know if I can." He shot Sterling a look and the kid shrugged. "Got an ankle swelling. I ain't sure the boots aren't permanent."
"Well, shit. Let's get them off now. I'll get you some ice." Damned proud breed, cowboys.
"Oh, you don't have to worry none. It'll be fine in two shakes."
He grunted, going to grab Sterling's shoulders and push him down on the bed, which turned out to be more provocative than he'd expected.
Fuck, that made his mouth water.
Those pretty blue eyes stared at him, wide and needy, just completely willing, and Colby gave up on casual and on first aid. He just kissed the kid.
This wild little sound filled his lips and Sterling went stiff for about half a second, then opened up for him. Those strong arms came up around his neck, and Colby hummed. Someone was needing.
He pushed a hand between them, fingers cupping the man's package, letting Sterling feel him.
The kid was on fire, and Colby didn't care if it was for Coke Pharris right now.
He'd teach Sterling all about Colby Tyburn as they went along.
Hard as a rock, and surprisingly thick against his palm, the kid's cock promised to be worth the attention.
Colby struggled with the zipper, finally getting it open so he could see.
Oh, baby. Red and fat, wet tipped and crowned with heavy gold curls. "Look at you, honey."
"I." Sterling mashed their lips together again, tongue pressing into his mouth -- untried but eager as all get out.
That kiss spoke volumes, and he stroked Sterling's cock, up and down, rubbing the tip.
Listen to that. Colby worked the slick slit hard, and needy cries were pushed in his mouth. The kid was going to go off like a rocket. Colby wondered if anyone but Sterling had ever touched this amazing prick.
"I'm gonna... I can't wait..." Sterling twisted underneath him, eyes wild.
"That's okay, honey. You'll go again." He pulled harder.
"I..." One leg drew up, sliding alongside him, and Sterling lost it, heat pouring over his hand.
"That's it, honey. That's good."
"I... Did I hit my head at the event?"
"What?" He tilted his chin down, staring into Sterling's pretty blue eyes. "No. No, you're right here."
That sweet prick lurched in his hand, Sterling's pupils dilating. "I can handle that."
"Good, because I'm fixin' to eat you up." He leaned down, biting Sterling's lip.
The gasp opened those kiss-swelled lips, let him right on in.
He moaned, pushing Sterling down on the bed and climbing on top.
He knew that his jeans had to rasp that sensitive prick, make it burn.
He slid his thigh against Sterling's balls, wanting more of those sweet sounds.
The pressure made Sterling's eyes roll, a husky cry pushing into their kiss. Hungry-hungry. Colby approved.
He was hungry, too, his cock pressing against his jeans, and he rubbed, humping. The kiss went toothy, and Sterling's hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him closer. His body moved without him telling it to, his need getting tough to handle.
Sterling's fingers were strong, digging in, and those lean hips pushed up, riding him. Or helping him ride, whatever worked. And it worked. They were like fire and gasoline.
Sterling bit his bottom lip, the act playful, joking, and hungry. He snorted a little, surprising himself. Someone wanted to play; Colby could handle that. He pinched one nipple through Sterling's shirt. Fuck, he loved that wide-eyed shock, that hungry look.
So damned hot. Thank God he'd taken the time to tease the clown about his bad mood.
He pinched again, twisting that little nipple hard enough that he knew it would sting and Sterling jerked underneath him, sweet as Tupelo honey. He kissed that mouth again, wanting to get lost a little, needing to feel that hot body against his.
Sterling's sounds pushed into his mouth, and those hands explored him, dragging over his skin. Colby pushed up, tearing at his jeans, needing the last of the cloth gone. As soon as his cock popped out, Sterling's callused fingers wrapped around it, grabbing him.
"Oh." The sound tore out of him, his breath whooshing with it.
"Fuck..." Sterling started stroking, eyes on his prick.
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Feels fucking amazing."
Sterling licked his lips, stared at him a second. "Don't seem real. God damn."
"Trust me. It feels real." He bucked his hips, just for emphasis.
"Fucking A." Sterling pulled harder, giving it to him, showing Colby exactly what the kid liked.
He liked it, too. A lot. So much that he was starting to hope he could get it up again after he blew.
"Jesus, you smell so fucking good." The kid's voice was all gravel and hunger. Why hadn't someone turned him inside out long before now?
Who the fuck cared? It was his fucking job. "Harder, baby."
"Uh-huh, I got you."
"You do," Colby said. "Right in your hand."
Sterling kissed him, good and hard, tongue pushing into his lips, hot and wet as all get out. That hand on his prick got a tiny bit clumsy with the kiss, Sterling's thumb digging into his slit, and Colby shouted, bucking like one of his prize bulls.
He lost it, shooting all over Sterling's hand, hollering with his pleasure. God fucking damn.
This kid was like the best kind of wet dream.
Colby drew Sterling close, scooting them up on the bed.
They were still dressed, for the most part, clothes shoved aside and sweaty and mussed, and damn, that was hot. That kind of need didn't come as just a casual thing, no matter how new it was. He and Sterling, they had chemistry.
He could feel Sterling's heartbeat, slamming against him as the kid caught his breath. "I... I ain't never..."
"Hush, baby." He didn't want Sterling thinking too hard. That led to serious danger.
He let his hand drag over the man's flat, fuzzy belly, tugging the short hairs a little. That got a little happy noise, and boom, thought was stopped dead in its tracks.
He rolled over top of Sterling, shoving at the kid's clothes. Skin. It was time for total access now that the edge was gone. Thank God Sterling seemed to be on the same page, wanting him, tugging at what was left of his clothes.
The jeans got down to the kid's boots and he got a little hiss of pain. Right. Ankle.
"Let me look t that, huh?" He eased Sterling down on the bed again, moving down to tug gently at the boot.
"Fuck..." Sterling sat up, cock wilting a little. "Just yank it. Ain't no use pussyfooting it."
"All right." That was true enough. Hurt more to poke and prod than it did to just rip the Bandaid off. Colby yanked hard, the boot popping free.
Sterling curled into himself for about a quarter of a second, teeth gritted, then relaxed again. "Ow."
God damn bullfighters were like steel. They had to be, he reckoned, taking hits from two thousand pound bulls, but it always surprised Colby how tough they were. He took the swollen, bruised ankle between his hands and worked it back and forth. "I don't think it's broken, baby. Just real bent."
"Yeah. You got warm hands."
Colby had a fucking glorious view -- muscled legs, that pretty cock and the most ripped set of abs he'd ever seen. He sat there for a moment, staring, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.
Then one of Sterling's legs moved and he saw that tight ass. Right. Fucking. Happy fucking.
"You want me to wrap this up before we get busy again?" He could be polite when he wanted to.
"It's fine. No one ever died from an ache."
"No?" Colby laughed and reached up to squeeze a different part of Sterling's anatomy.
"Not that I've heard." Sterling's teeth sank into that full bottom lip, dimpling it.
"Mmm. I think I might have tried once or twice. Just about ten minutes ago it was imminent."