CHAPTER 14 #3
Victor reacted quickly and without thought, like he might to a bolting horse.
He shoved Johnny back with enough force that his hand fell from Victor’s hip.
As Johnny sputtered and started to protest, Victor went to his knees and turned every ounce of focus on pulling apart Johnny’s belt and the fly of his jeans.
Johnny’s protest died instantly. He stepped away briefly from Victor’s grasp to pull the trailer door shut, granting them a bit of privacy.
Then he knocked the hat off of Victor’s head, perhaps figuring it’d destroy the view.
Victor’s concentration returned to getting Johnny’s jeans open.
He did like to wear them tight, so it was no simple task.
Finally Victor was able to pull Johnny’s length from inside his briefs, and it looked so much like him that Victor understood for a moment why men liked naming their cocks after themselves.
The thought nearly made him laugh, but again, there were more important tasks at hand.
If he weren’t so desperate, he might have spent some time with Johnny’s dick before getting to the blowing part, but he wanted to take Johnny as quickly to the finish line as he could manage.
“Jesus fuuuuuckin’ Christ, Vic,” Johnny swore as Victor got to work swallowing him down, his hands scrambling to grab something before one fisted the collar of Victor’s shirt and the other took a handful of his hair.
He didn’t yank at Victor, at least not yet, but his grip wasn’t exactly gentle either.
Victor responded in turn, using his free hand to grab Johnny’s balls and squeeze them until Johnny started swearing again.
Victor didn’t time himself, but he didn’t need to have a stopwatch to know he’d done pretty well in the short period it took Johnny to orgasm.
It wasn’t as quick as Victor’s calf roping, but he’d had less practice at this than calf roping in the last two years.
He decided swallowing was the best course of action, a decision Johnny made mandatory when he forced Victor deeper than ever onto his dick using a handful of hair.
Victor didn’t much care for deep throating, but for Johnny, he’d do anything.
Thankfully Johnny released him soon after, and Victor yanked back, sucking in deep breaths and trying not to cough as his eyes watered.
He was not going to win any awards for his throat skills, but no one could fault him for lack of trying.
“Fuck,” Johnny exclaimed, staggering back against the opposite wall of the trailer. “Fuck, Vic.”
Victor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed to a wobbly stand, using the cabinet for balance.
Johnny put himself back into his jeans, eyes darting down Victor’s torso.
Shit. He’d probably notice Victor had no erection.
Hell, Victor wasn’t even wearing a packer.
He typically didn’t. They only got in the way when he rode.
He folded his hands in front of himself and hoped that hid enough.
Victor should have told him the truth right then, because he didn’t want to come off as some kind of deceiver.
He knew how hysterical cis people could get being “tricked” into sex with trans people.
However, there was no great way to broach the topic, especially immediately after a blowjob.
The time to come clean had probably been before he put Johnny’s dick in his mouth.
“This whole situation is just…” Johnny trailed off, then rubbed his face with a hand.
His lips were slightly swollen, and Victor had to clench and unclench his fists to resist the urge to kiss him again.
Johnny opened his mouth to speak, but his phone went off in his back pocket, and he fumbled to grab it.
When he answered, the voice on the other line was loud enough to be heard even without being in speaker mode.
“Where the fuck are you? It’s been like half an hour since you ditched us,” came Sarah’s irritated voice.
“Oh, ah, I went to check in with Vic. I told you that.”
Great. Now Sarah knew Victor was queer, too. Victor just had to hope she wasn’t a gossip. It wasn’t like they shared the same social circles, but she did probably know Johnny’s sister.
“What are you two doing, sucking each other off? The rodeo’s over and I’m waiting by my car for you.”
Johnny pressed his lips tightly together as Victor snorted and hid his mouth behind a hand to muffle his laughter.
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Johnny promised, sharing a smirk with Victor.
“Better be. It’s getting cold out here.” Sarah ended the call, and Johnny chuckled.
“I think she may be on to me,” Johnny said.
“Does she know that you’re…” Victor started to ask, then considered reframing the question until Johnny answered it, or at least attempted to.
“I’ve never told her, but maybe she’s startin’ to wonder,” Johnny replied. “I guess I’ll, uh, get goin’ then.” Johnny took a step toward the trailer door, then paused, sheepishly glancing at Victor.
“Thank you, then. I appreciated the enthusiasm.” He threw open the door, took a step out, then leaned back in. “Next time I’ll try to reciprocate, if you’re up for it.”
Next time. Victor’s heart fluttered at the thought. “I’ll look forward to it.”