9. Kai
Chapter nine
Kai
While I don’t normally get turned on watching TV, I know it’s not the drag queens doing it for me. No, I’m into masculinity. I like to blur the lines sometimes, wearing feminine clothes and makeup, but I usually pick hookups that are all rough edges and big hands.
Even not wearing his cowboy hat, Hayes is a cow man in his plaid shirt, tight blue jeans, and full facial hair. I could feel him getting hard under my leg, and I’m holding out hope he wants to fool around again.
After a few days in Foggy Basin, I find the social media work for Ezra engaging, but not particularly time consuming. And all the queer men in town seem to be partnered up. Even my roommate, Avery, is interested in a guy who raises bees or something.
Sure, I have gone weeks without sex before, but I prefer not to. And I already know Hayes is into me. Should be an easy hookup while I’m in town.
Tossing my wet clothes, plus a few towels Hayes already had in the wash, into the dryer, I hear footsteps on the old wood floors. Closing the machine, I turn to find Hayes staring at my ass with lust in his eyes and Shadow looking up at him expectantly.
Yes, this will be an easy, uncomplicated bit of fun.
“Like what you see, Farmboy?”
Hayes nods and steps closer. He looks like he wants to ask for more but isn’t sure how. I’m happy to be the outspoken one.
“Can I kiss you again?” I ask, knowing this one will likely lead to more.
“Yes.” Hayes leans in to pull me closer, but as soon as he has me in his grasp, Shadow lets out an excited yip. “Damn, I almost forgot her dinner.”
Letting me go, Hayes reaches past me to a bin of dog food in the closet, tucked beside the dryer. “She’s used to you feeding her when you do laundry?”
“Yeah, Pavlovian response and all.” Hayes pours a scoop of dry food into a metal bowl against the wall. “It helps remind me to check the laundry every morning and night in case I forgot to change it over.”
“No one wants mildew-smelling clothes,” I say as Hayes takes my hand. He’s got the lust-blown pupils again and I’m glad we’re getting back on track despite his dog’s interruption and my very unsexy comment.
“Come to my bedroom so the dog doesn’t interrupt again?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely!”
Hayes chuckles and pulls me through the kitchen, past the living room into a hallway. “The bathroom is to the right, I’m here at the end.”
We go into the last door on the left and I wonder what he does with the other rooms. I’ve never lived alone, except for a few days here and there at places I couch surfed or hotels when I can afford it.
I’m the middle child of ten, and my parents had us stuffed into a three bedroom place.
What does a single man do with a whole house to himself?
There is a moment where I take in that he keeps the place pretty clean for a bachelor before Hayes is closing the door and reaching for me. His rough hands grip me on my bare waist, pulling me closer.
“About that kiss…” Hayes trails off and I grin up at him.
“Lay it on me, Farmboy.”
My words are barely out before he’s bending down to take my lips in a forceful kiss. I meet him with equal fervor, opening to allow his tongue to sweep inside, touching mine and setting fireworks off in my head.
Without stopping, I strip his shirt off, pleased to find out the buttons are snap-off. Hayes pushes the sweats off my hips and I make quick work of releasing his belt and undoing his jeans.
He walks us backwards as I kick off the pants and my thighs hit the wooden bed frame.
Hayes breaks the kiss, gently pushing me and I let him go to fall against the blue patchwork quilt.
I watch perched on my elbows as he slides the jeans down his legs until he’s standing there in only his boxers.
They’re a different plaid pattern than his shirt and I find it adorable he had multiple plaids on.
Licking my lips, I scoot back and beckon him with a crooked finger. “Come here.”
Hayes grins and climbs on the bed, straddling my hips. “As you wish.”
The only thing between us is our underwear, but his dick is peeking out of the top and looking like it needs some attention. “Take us out.”
“‘Kay,” Hayes rushes to slide his boxers down, lifting off me to kick them off the bed before taking my briefs off as well.
We’re both uncut, and while I’d love to suck him again, I want to try something new with him. Hayes came across as having little to no experience with men. This may have changed since I saw him last, but it will still be new for us to do together.
“I’ve been tested recently and I’m still on PrEP,” I get out, wanting to check in before we get lost to pleasure.
“I… haven’t been with anyone since you,” Hayes admits and I blink up at him, not wanting to make him feel judged. The man is hot as hell, polite, and owns a farm. How? But that’s not important.
“Take both our dicks in hand,” I instruct, wanting to move on from his confession. At the look of confusion, I place his hand around us and squeeze. We both groan at the contact, my belly heating at how good it feels to have his dick against mine. “Yes. Like that. Now stroke.”
Hayes squeezes and pulls before stroking back down to reveal our wet cockheads. “Fuck. How does that feel so good?”
“Nerve endings, I think,” I pant out, my back arching when Hayes adds a twist on the upstroke and pulls the wetness down to ease the glide. “Don’t stop.”
“What’s this called?” Hayes asks between groans, and I’m surprised he can still talk.
“Frotting,” I mumble into a moan. “Frottage? To frot,” I add, not sure I’m making any sense. “You like?”
“Mmm, yesss,” Hayes hisses and I feel a spurt of his hot pre-cum on my own dick. “So good. I’ve never-”
Not needing him to explain, I wrap one hand around the back of Hayes’ neck to pull him down while the other grips his ass and urges him to move. “Come on me. Make me come.”
Hayes takes the hint and thrust with his hips while holding his hand still. He’s holding himself up with one arm, but bends to lick at one of my nipples and I keen.
“Sensitive?”
“So muhhh-much,” I moan as he flicks his tongue on the other nipple. “Can you suck on it?”
Instead of answering, he latches onto me with his lips and sucks hard. Without warning, I feel my orgasm rocketing from my balls to my dick as I spill. My cum hits my stomach and I can hear it squelching between Hayes' fingers. Pulling on his hair, he lets my nipple go right as he moans.
“Fuck, oh my-” Hayes cuts himself off as I feel his thick cock throbbing against mine before he comes. The hot spray hits my chest and I have just enough energy to lift my head and watch as he comes again, spurt after spurt mixing with my own cum before Hayes shudders and drops his weight on me.
“Shit, sorry,” Hayes mumbles, pulling his wet hand out from between us and moving like he’s going to get up. Does he think he’s crushing me?
Wrapping my arms around him, since my legs are trapped, I hold him close. “You’re good. Don’t move yet.”
“‘Kay,” Hayes agrees with a contented sigh, and I feel his muscles relax.
This man acts like he’s never cuddled after sex. Or maybe it’s that he’s never had a partner he could cum all over and lay on top of without them complaining. I’m happy right here, under this sexy man.
At least until the dryer alarm goes off. Then it will be time to go back to town and the couch that is temporarily mine.