Chapter 21
Diego
Cold air hit us the moment we stepped out of the diner, but I didn’t care.
I pulled Hayden around to the alley. Darkness had already fallen, but I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us.
The moment we were out of sight, I forced him up against a wall, my tongue already in his mouth and my hand groping his cock through the front of his jeans.
He moaned into my mouth, his hips bucking against my palm. I could feel him hardening under my touch, his breath coming in short gasps.
“Diego,” he whispered against my lips. “What if someone sees?”
“Don’t fuckin’ care,” I growled, nipping at his lower lip. “I need you too bad.”
I fumbled with his belt buckle, the metal clinking in the quiet alley. My old cowboy hat was tilted back on his head, and something about that sight made me even harder.
“Take me to your place,” I managed between kisses. “Before I fuck you right here in this alley.”
Hayden’s eyes went wide, and he didn’t need to be told twice.
We stumbled through the dark behind the diner, hands never leaving each other’s bodies.
The walk to his apartment behind the diner should’ve taken thirty-five seconds, but it took us nearly five minutes with all the stopping to kiss against walls and grope in shadows.
By the time we reached his door, Hayden’s hands were shaking so badly he could barely get the key in the lock. I pressed up behind him, my hard cock grinding against his ass through our jeans, my lips on his neck.
“Hurry,” I urged, sliding my hand down the front of his jeans.
The door finally swung open, and we practically fell inside. I kicked it shut behind us and spun Hayden around, crushing our mouths together as I walked him backward toward what I hoped was the bedroom. His hat tumbled off, and I broke the kiss just long enough to snatch it from the floor.
“Keep this on,” I said, placing it back on his head with a wicked grin.
His apartment was sparsely furnished like a motel room, but I didn’t care about the décor.
All I cared about was getting him naked.
My fingers worked at his buttons, exposing that sun-kissed California skin inch by tantalizing inch.
His chest was lean but defined, dotted with freckles that I wanted to trace with my tongue.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
“Says the walking wet dream,” Hayden shot back, but I could see the flush of pleasure on his cheeks at the compliment.
We stripped each other frantically, boots and jeans and underwear forming a trail to his bed. When he stood naked before me, save for that cowboy hat, I had to take a moment just to stare. His cock stood proud in front of him, erect and leaking and perfect, just like the rest of him.
“On the bed,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire.
Hayden complied, sprawling back on the mattress, legs slightly spread in invitation. I crawled between them, pushing his thighs further apart.
“Turn over,” I said. “I’ve been wanting to eat this ass for three days.”
His eyes widened, but he rolled onto his stomach, then pushed up onto his hands and knees. The hat somehow stayed on, and the sight of him like that… ass up and waiting for my tongue, turned me on more than I thought possible.
I spread his cheeks with my hands, revealing his tight pink hole. My mouth watered at the sight of it.
“Fuck,” I whispered, running my thumb over his entrance. “Look at you.”
Hayden shivered under my touch, pushing back slightly. “Diego, please...”
I didn’t make him wait. Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue slowly over his hole, savoring the taste of him. The sound he made, a half gasp, half moan, sent electricity straight to my cock. I circled his entrance with the tip of my tongue before pressing inside, feeling him clench around me.
“Oh god,” he groaned, dropping to his elbows, his ass lifting higher. The hat tilted precariously but stayed on.
I worked him open with my tongue, alternating between teasing licks and deeper thrusts. His thighs trembled under my hands, and I could hear his breathing growing more ragged with each pass of my tongue. I reached around to stroke his cock, finding it rock hard and dripping pre-cum.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured against his skin, nipping gently at one cheek before diving back in.
“Diego,” Hayden gasped, pushing back against my face. “I need you... inside me... now.”
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I admired the sight of him. His ass was slick with my saliva, his hole pink and slightly open. He was ready for me. I reached for my jeans on the floor, fumbling for the condom I’d stuck in my wallet.
“Turn over,” I commanded, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth. “I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
Hayden rolled onto his back, legs spread wide in invitation.
The hat was now askew on his head, making him look both ridiculous and incredibly sexy.
His cock lay hard against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
I rolled the condom over my length, giving myself a few strokes as I positioned myself between his thighs.
“You got lube?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
He nodded toward the nightstand. “Drawer.”
I found it quickly and slicked my fingers, pressing two inside him without preamble. He was already relaxed from my tongue, taking my fingers easily. I worked him open, watching his face contort with pleasure when I curled my fingers to hit that spot inside him.
“Fuck, right there,” he moaned, arching his back.
“You ready for my cock, Freckles?” I asked, scissoring my fingers inside him.
“Yes,” he hissed. He reached up, grabbed my shoulders, and with a surprising amount of strength, rolled me onto my back.
Then, without hesitation, climbed on top of me, straddling my hips.
“But I want to ride you,” he said, pushing that cowboy hat back into place. “I’m callin’ the shots now, cowboy.”
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him.
Hayden looked like a deepest fantasy come to life, all lean muscle and freckled skin, that warm smile on his lips, and my hat sitting perfectly imperfect on his head.
My hands instinctively moved to his hips, steadying him as he positioned himself above me.
“I like this view,” I growled, running my hands up his thighs.
“Thought you might,” he replied, reaching behind to grasp my cock.
I hissed through my teeth as he guided me to his entrance, the head of my cock pressing against his slick hole.
Hayden held my gaze as he slowly lowered himself, taking me inch by agonizing inch.
His face was a beautiful study in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and cheeks flushed beneath those perfect freckles.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed as he finally settled fully on my cock, my hands tightening on his hips. “You feel amazing.”
Hayden braced his hands on my chest and began to move, rising up until I almost slipped out before sinking back down. The sight of my cock disappearing inside him, the tight heat surrounding me, was almost too much to bear.
“Keep that hat on,” I reminded him, reaching up to adjust it when it started to slip.
He laughed, a breathless sound that turned into a moan when I thrust up to meet him. “You and this hat obsession.”
“It’s not the hat,” I corrected, running my hands over his freckled chest. “I just think you look damn good in it.”
Hayden set a torturous pace, slow and deliberate, his thighs flexing with each rise and fall. I could tell he was enjoying the power, the control, watching me whimper beneath him. His cock bobbed between us, hard and leaking, and I wrapped my hand around it, matching his rhythm.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his pace faltering as I stroked him. “Diego...”
“That’s it, Freckles,” I encouraged, my thumb swiping over his sensitive head. “Take what you want.”
His movements grew faster, more erratic, his body trembling with each downward thrust. I could feel my own orgasm building, heat coiling tight in my belly, but I was determined to make him cum first. I wanted to watch him lose himself while wearing my hat, riding my cock like he was born for it.
“You close?” I asked, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” he panted, grinding down harder. “So close...”
I changed the angle of my hips slightly, thrusting up to hit that spot inside him that I knew drove him wild. His reaction was immediate, a sharp cry, his back arching, and his inner walls clenching around me.
“There,” he gasped. “Right there!”
I kept hitting that spot relentlessly, stroking his cock faster as he rode me, his movements growing desperate. The sight of him above me, head thrown back, my hat somehow still clinging to his head, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Cum for me, Freckles,” I urged, tightening my grip on his cock. “I wanna know how much you love my cock.”
His entire body tensed, thighs quivering as he slammed down on me one last time. With a broken cry of my name, he came, hot ropes of cum shooting across my chest and stomach. His body clenched around me like a vise, the pulsing sensation sending me hurtling over the edge right after him.
“Fuck!” I groaned, digging my fingers into his hips as my orgasm tore through me. I thrust up into him, emptying myself inside the condom as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, both of us panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Hayden’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The hat had finally slipped, hanging off one ear in a way that made me smile despite my exhaustion.
“Holy shit…” he began, then shook his head, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I agreed, reaching up to remove the hat completely and set it aside. “My thoughts exactly.”
Hayden carefully lifted himself off me, wincing slightly as my softening cock slipped out of him.
He collapsed beside me on the narrow bed, one arm thrown across my chest. I removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the general direction of the trash can. I’d deal with it later if I missed.
“You know,” Hayden murmured against my shoulder, “I think I might stick around Sagebrush a bit longer than planned.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”
“Mmm,” he nodded, his fingers tracing patterns through the mess on my stomach. “I’ve got this annoying cowboy who keeps looking at me like I’m something special. Might be worth exploring.”
I turned to face him, unable to hide my grin. “Is that right? And what about California? The modeling? The ocean?”
Hayden shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. “The ocean’s not going anywhere. And honestly? I never planned on going back to California, anyway. But I’m starting to think Texas has more to offer.”
“Oh? Like what?” I asked, pulling him closer.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “there’s that Christmas tree we just decorated. And Dolly’s pie. And this really hot ranch foreman who fills out his jeans in ways that should be illegal.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Good answer.”
“What about you?” he asked, suddenly serious. “Still planning to move on come spring?”
I stared at him for a long moment before I shook my head. “I don’t think I could leave now. It terrifies the shit out of me, but I’m too in love with a grumpy city boy to go anywhere else.”
Hayden smiled up at me, his eyes bright even in the dim light of his apartment. “You’re really going all in on this, aren’t you?”
“Apparently,” I admitted, running my fingers through his hair. “Didn’t really plan on it, but here we are. I can’t help how I feel and I’m tired of fightin’ it.”
He pressed a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. “I love you too, Diego.”
We lay there for a while, our bodies cooling, neither of us eager to break the connection. His bedroom was sparse, just a bed, a nightstand, and a small dresser, but somehow it felt more like home than anywhere I’d been in years. It felt like home because of him.
“So, what happens now?” Hayden asked, his voice soft against my skin.
I traced patterns along his spine, connecting his freckles like constellations. “Well, first I think we should shower. Then maybe order some food from the diner. After that...” I shrugged. “We’ve got all the time in the world to figure it out.”
“All the time in the world,” he repeated, as if testing how the words felt. “That’s a pretty big promise from a drifter.”
I tilted his chin up so I could look him in the eyes. “Not a drifter anymore. Not if you want me to stay.”
The vulnerability in his expression nearly broke me. I could see him wrestling with hope and fear, wanting to believe but afraid to trust. Tommy had really done a number on him.
“I want you to stay,” he whispered finally. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.”
I nodded, kissing him softly. “Then I’m yours.”