Chapter Nine
CONFIDENCES
or
Shenanigans in an Empty Bunkhouse.
AT SUPPER, PUCK grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner of the main house, out of sight of the crowd of hungry people.
“That shit in the paddock today…almost killed me,” he said before splaying his hand against my chest and attacking my mouth with his.
I wrapped my fingers around his forearm as I kissed him back, telling him with every fibre of my being that I couldn’t be good anymore. I needed him. I was tired of waiting, and wanting, and touching simply to touch.
When we finally broke apart, the sound of our heavy breaths was loud in the evening air, while a subdued hum of conversation came from around the corner.
“Tell me where,” I said, clutching at him.
“The bunkhouse. Nobody’s there right now.”
“What about upstairs?” I suggested, because it was closer, but that would blow our cover for sure.
“No. Follow me in ten minutes. Pretend to get something to eat, then slip away. Can you do that?”
I nodded. “Sure. Yeah. Of course.”
He kissed me again, cupping the bulge in my pants as I groaned. Then he was gone.
When I came back around the corner of the main house, I almost bumped smack into Adam who pressed a drink into my hand.
“Oliver! How are things going?” he asked.
I smiled, trying to stand in a way that wouldn’t make my erection obvious.
“Great! I’ve gotten some pretty amazing photographs over the past few days.”
“And are you feeling comfortable with things?”
“Sure. Yeah.”
So comfortable, in fact, I was about to meet a ponyboy in the bunkhouse for shenanigans…if I could get away from Adam.
“Good. The pony show is on Saturday. I’m sure you’ll have lots of opportunities there for some incredible photos.”
“Can’t wait!” I said, praying for him to leave me alone.
He gestured to the table where food was being laid out.
“Supper’s on. Don’t wait too long, or it will all be gone,” he said, as he headed for the buffet.
I slunk around the corner again before anyone else could waylay me. I waited a few minutes, then casually started walking along the trail to the bunkhouse. I was tempted to look back, to see if anyone was watching, but I resisted the urge. Because I honestly didn’t fucking care at this point.
My pace increased the farther I got from the main house.
When I figured no one could see me, I started jogging.
My heart pounded and my entire body zinged with anticipation.
I didn’t care if he wanted to fuck or just do what we’d done last time.
I was up for anything that let me get my hands on him, out of sight of anyone else on this crowded ranch.
The open door of the bunkhouse, normally closed to keep the bugs out and the cooler air inside, beckoned me once I got close enough to see it.
I hastened forward and hurried up the steps, stopping dead when I saw Puck laid out on one of the bottom bunks, completely buck-fuck-naked, with his legs spread, knees bent, and his dick in hand.
“What took you so long?” he said, teasing the ring in his lip with the tip of his tongue and looking like an angel cast down from heaven.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said. “Don’t move. Fuck.”
“Close the door before the mosquitos get me,” he said. “And latch it.”
I did, then stood there—without my camera for once—memorizing every angle to store in my memory. Each tiny mole on his pale skin—the way his bare feet rested on the mattress—the look in his hooded eyes as he gazed at me. His cock was the least interesting thing to me at that moment.
Then one knee fell to the side and he stretched out, displaying himself in the empty confines of the abandoned bunkhouse. Giving himself to me, in whatever way I wanted.
I ran trembling fingers through my hair. He let go of his dick. It flopped against his belly and left a smear of clear fluid behind as he trailed the fingers of one hand to the ring in his right nipple and tugged it.
I made a noise—half whimper, half moan—and moved forward, dropping to my knees on the floor.
Glancing at his cock, which seemed very interested in whatever I might do, I put my hand on Puck’s throat, covering that slim, vulnerable spot with some very slight pressure, just to let him know I had him, and he was mine.
He cursed softly and tilted his head toward me, lips parting in readiness.
I captured his mouth as a desperate, needy sound emerged from my throat.
He opened beneath my questing tongue and gave me his—tentative and passive.
He let me control the kiss, and that gave me the courage to continue.
I wanted everything but I needed him to give it willingly.
I increased the pressure on his windpipe just enough to make him gasp and struggle, then I drifted my fingers down to his nipple ring, which I toyed with as he groaned and shuddered beneath me.
“Oliver. Jesus,” he gasped, “I need—”
“What? What do you want?”
“Fuck, anything. I’ll take anything. I’ll do anything.”
He rose up on one elbow, pulling the T-shirt from my jeans and sliding his hand up my torso. Another curse left his lips.
I inhaled a shaky breath and released him, standing and backing up. He watched me with blown pupils and a blatant curiosity that thrilled and satisfied me. When he was in the paddock his attention was on Kamal—now he was focused on me.
I sat on the bunk across from his, and he frowned.
“What are you doing?” He glanced at the door. “We don’t have much time.”
I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and threw it at him. “I only want to watch,” I said.
He blinked at me, as if I’d said something crazy. Which, maybe, I had.
“Watch—what?”
“You.”
“Me? But you’ve already seen—”
I nodded. It was true, I’d seen so much already. But only as a secondary observer. This time I wanted it all for me.
“Jerk off into my shirt.”
He stared at me, then glanced down at the bunched-up cotton beside him. “Fuck.”
“Now. We don’t have much time, remember?”
“I thought you’d want to bone me.”
“I do want to bone you. But right now, I want to watch you jerk off for me.”
“But then—”
I stood up, popping the button of my jeans and sliding the zipper down. “Then you’re going to swallow my cock until you’re hard again.”
“Then you’ll fuck me?”
“No.”
His hand was on his dick in a second. I pulled my cock out and aimed it at him, smiling. “If you put on a good show, I won’t make you wait too long.”
He was already groaning as he pulled on himself, using his pre-ejaculate as lube. But he needed more slide. So I stepped over there, leaned over, and hocked up some spit, dribbling it onto his fingers.
“Oh…God,” he moaned, using my saliva to slick himself as I dropped another glob at the top of his balls. He scooped it up quickly, gazing at me with wide eyes as his breaths shortened.
“Look at me,” I said. “Look at me when you come.”
I fell to my knees again, cock in hand, jerking myself slowly while I watched him. He was vulnerable and glorious in his self-pleasuring. In the paddock, Kamal had all the control. Now Puck took it, albeit under my directions, and it was beautiful to see him give himself the pleasure he craved.
“Oh yes, get yourself off, my beautiful, contrary ponyboy. Jerk that gorgeous cock for me.”
His hand flew on his dick, as his neck stretched out. His eyes closed.
“I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m close,” he panted, lips shiny from his tongue. He couldn’t stop moistening them.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
He did so, a dark flush spreading over his collarbone and rising to the tips of his ears.
“Say my name.”
Puck’s breath hitched, and he started to come as he groaned out, “Oliver! Oliver, ah, Oliver.”
I smiled, delighted to watch him satisfy himself with my name on his lips. He grabbed my T-shirt and pressed it against his cock as he continued to ride the aftershocks of his orgasm, pressing his face into the mattress and giving over to it.
I whipped off my shoes and shorts, leaving them on the bunk, and covered him with my body, kissing his neck and his shoulder as he sank, sated into the mattress.
“That was hot,” he whispered.
“So hot.”
I pressed my erection against the small of his back and he turned his head to me.
“You can fuck me,” he said.
I grinned. “I know.”
He didn’t reply, just arched his back and bumped up against me. “Will you?”
“Not today.” It was funny. I’d been so desperate to get Puck alone, but having intercourse was something I wanted to wait for. I didn’t want to do it on the fly, when we didn’t think we had much time. Somehow, some way, we’d find a place where we could take it slow.
“What? Why not?”
But I didn’t say that, in case he thought I was being too romantic. Maybe all Puck wanted was a quick fuck against the wall. But I’d been there and done that with other men, and something made me want to wait.
“I’m not ready. And I like making you wait.”
“Bastard. I hate you.” He splayed out beneath me, all fight gone, the afterglow of his orgasm making him soft and boneless.
“No you don’t,” I said, pushing my cock against his smooth buttock, leaving a wet trail, teasing him with it.
“You’re killing me.”
“You like it.”
“Fuck.”
“Getting hard again?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
He laughed, rolling over to show me. “See?”
“You are a perfect, beautiful little slut.”
“Fuck, Oliver. Say that again.”
I grinned and leaned down to lick over his jaw. “You are—” I licked over his Adam’s apple.“—a beautiful—” I licked the perfect lobe of his ear. “—little—” I licked the tip of his nose, making him laugh. I leaned in to whisper in his ear. “—slut.”
He groaned, arching up against me, almost fully hard again as he pulled at himself. “Fuuuuck. Shit.”
I sat back on my heels and waved my dick at him. “You want this?”
“Yeah,” he said, scrabbling to his knees and grabbing my chin as he kissed me, fierce and possessive, like he wasn’t completely at my mercy. He smiled against my mouth. “I like the way you talk.”
“Good. I like to tell you what to do.”
“Tell me what to do now.”