Garrison
I’m out on a date with Jameson. This is fucking crazy, but I’m here. We grabbed a quick bite to eat in Big Bend, and now we’re watching a movie. It sucks that we had to come here—to the place where our biggest rivals live—to watch a damn movie, but it’s the closest theater.
And I don’t care. I’m not even watching the movie. His hand is in mine in the dark movie theater as we both look at the screen, but my mind is on Bates.
On what we did last night and how I want him inside me tonight.
I don’t really know how we got here—from two guys who never got along and him outright hating me—to now, where we’re fucking.
Hell, we’re kind of dating.
I mean, I know we can’t put a label on it. I know we can’t really be anything permanent, but still, right now, with his warm hand on mine, resting on his thigh, it feels so real. It feels like a promise neither of us can really make.
After the movie, we head out to my truck and drive toward Kensley. “That movie sucked,” he says, and I like the playfulness in his voice.
“The company was really good though, right?” I waggle my brows at him, and he rolls his eyes. But that goofy smile he’s starting to wear around me more and more is there. When I turn down a dirt road that goes to his house, he doesn’t say much. But when I pass his road, he speaks up.
“You have plans I don’t know about, Dixon?”
“Don’t I always?”
He doesn’t object, and I find a seemingly quiet dead-end road and pull off to the side, turning the truck off.
“And what do you have planned?”
“I think we talked about you fucking me,” I say with more determination and courage than I feel because, truth be told, I’m feeling nervous now.
I know I want to try it. Hell, I wanted to try it long before Bates and I started fooling around.
Ever since I started watching porn, to be honest, but I don’t think I was ever sure it would happen.
At least not here in Kensley. I thought I’d have to travel somewhere and maybe get one of those hookup apps. But this is so much better.
There’s heat in his gaze when he looks at me, leaning over to kiss me hard on the mouth before pulling back slightly, cupping my jaw in his big hand. “You want your first time to be in a truck?”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it? I’m a country boy.”
He grins and shakes his head, something like affection in his eyes shining right at me. “It’s a pretty tight space.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll have to stretch me open. Take your time.”
He drops his hand from my face now, punching me playfully in the arm and laughing. “The truck, dumbass. Not you.”
I chuckle, and the laughter helps calm my nerves a little. “We could get out. Fuck me against the truck.”
I notice the lust flashing in his eyes, and his breath quickens. He likes that idea, but then he shakes his head, talking himself out of it. “No. It’s fucking cold. My balls will fall off.”
“I’ll take very good care of your balls,”—I drag my hand over his jeans-clad thigh—”I promise.”
He shakes his head and then reaches over, his lips stealing mine as he undoes my jeans.
I help him, pushing my jeans and briefs down to my knees, bumping into the steering wheel and fumbling the entire time, but we make it work.
His hand strokes my shaft slowly as we kiss, and I thrust upward into his fist.
“Fuck me, Bates.”
His lips stop moving for a moment, but his hand keeps going. “No.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he does this twisting motion on the head, gathering more of my precum and sliding it back down my shaft, over and over, his pace quickening. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, and I want you to fuck me.”
“I want that too, Dixon. It’ll happen.” He kisses me hard, stroking faster and faster as his mouth moves from my lips down my jaw and then my neck as he sucks hard, and I fucking lose it.
“I’m so fucking close.” My balls draw up, and I’m too far gone now. His pace becomes even quicker. He’s on a mission. I come with a loud shout, my release coating his hand, and I feel him smile against my neck. “You fucker.”
He chuckles, stroking slower now as he undoes his own jeans and shoves them down his legs. I watch in awe as he gathers my cum in his hand and moves it to his throbbing shaft, using my cum as lube.
“Holy shit.” My cock tries to rally again, jerking at the sight of him stroking himself with my release.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He lays his head back against the headrest, his Adam’s apple prominent in his throat as it stretches tight.
He looks blissed-out, and all I can do is watch him.
His hand moves faster and faster until his entire body goes stiff, his cock jerking as he spurts cum over his hand and abs, some of it getting on his shirt.
I watch his chest as his breathing starts to even out, and we grab napkins to clean up as best we can before we pull our jeans and underwear back up.
“I wanted you to fuck me, but goddamn, that was hot.”
He grins and then leans in for a quick kiss, staying near my face. “I want to fuck you but not in a cramped truck.”
“Aw, are you getting all romantic on me, Bates?”
“Shut up and take me home. I’m freezing my balls off.”
“Yes, sir. We can’t have that.” I start the truck, and we drive closer to his house where I let him walk the rest of the way.
It would be great to actually pull into his driveway and walk him up to his house, but that can’t happen.
Still, I can’t help the dumb little thoughts in my head.
Maybe someday.