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While Dave stowed the shotgun back in the trunk of his car, Johnny detoured to the barn, taking a few minutes to reassure himself that the horses were okay and settled in for the night. That done, he hurried across the dark yard and up the front steps, whistling softly, anticipating the pleasurable night stretching ahead of him. So intent was he on entering the house and finding Dave that he never heard him when he launched his attack, silent as a breeze. The only warning he had was a hint of movement in his peripheral vision, and then a warm, hard body knocked into his back. Arms wrapped around his waist, halting his forward movement and throwing him off balance.
“Gotcha,” Dave growled in his ear, tightening his hold and brushing his bared teeth along Johnny’s vulnerable neck.
Surprised into choked laughter at the sudden ambush, Johnny stumbled back, pushing Dave with him. He attempted to right them both but overcompensated, falling forward to his knees with Dave crashing down on top of him half a second later, sending him sprawling face down on the throw rug in the living room, pinned underneath the other man. The hysterical giggle which bubbled up transformed almost immediately into an appreciative moan at the feel of Dave’s weight on top of him. Hands latched onto either side of Johnny’s head, and teeth and tongue teased the exposed back of his spine.
After submitting to this enjoyable torment for a few minutes, Johnny felt the need to do more than lie passively. He began to struggle, trying to turn over. Dave bit down hard on his earlobe and Johnny yelped, arching his neck and shivering at the sensation. “Come on, man,” he forced out in between gasps, “lemme up.”
Dave wound his legs around Johnny’s and began grinding his erection against his ass. “Why should I?”
Johnny laughed breathlessly. “Let me up and I’ll show you.”
Dave stilled, seeming to consider this, then rolled off and reclined on his elbows, watching Johnny, his eyes gleaming in the dark room. Johnny rose slowly to his hands and knees, crawling the short distance between them and then pounced, falling on top of Dave with enough force to drive the air out of both their lungs. Smiling smugly, he traced Dave’s lips with his index finger before fitting their mouths together and sinking down into a soft kiss that began tamely enough but quickly escalated to something frenzied and wild.
Dave’s broad hands kept their hips pressed together and his twined legs gave him the leverage needed to hump and slide against Johnny, generating heat and friction so delicious it was almost painful. Johnny slid his hands up Dave’s neck and into his hair, turning his head one way and then the other while he sucked and tongued Dave’s mouth. As excitement hummed through him, he used one hand to drag Dave’s sweater up off of his back, but before he could yank it over his head Dave leaned his weight to one side and rolled them over so that Johnny was underneath him again. Johnny finally got the sweater up and off and tossed it across the room, and then both his and Dave’s hands were in constant movement, unbuttoning and unzipping and sliding and tugging, sending a shoe soaring one way and a shirt and pair of jeans another direction. As they undressed one another they continued a slow roll, leaving first one and then the other on top, until finally they were jammed up next to the sofa with Johnny mostly underneath Dave, his hand twisted in the other man’s briefs as he worked them down his thighs, past his knees and jerked them away from his feet with a low grunt of triumph.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he murmured, attempting to sit up a little so he could get a crack at some of Dave’s newly revealed skin. Soft laughter stopped him and he gave Dave a quizzical look.
“Your feet,” Dave snickered.
Johnny glanced down and huffed in annoyed amusement to see that he still wore his boots, but nothing else. “Well, get ‘em off me.”
“Why? You look kind of cute like that.”
Johnny shoved at him. “Jackass. I’ll do it. Just move off me for a second.”
Dave continued to laugh as he shook his head. “No. You’re right. Just lie still and I’ll take care of it.”
Dave knelt at Johnny’s feet, wrestled off one boot and then started on the second, which gave him some trouble. Both men were laughing by the time the boot came free and sent them collapsing in opposite directions. Taking advantage of the opening, Johnny pushed up and over, landing with his face inches from Dave’s fully erect cock. With a slow look up at Dave, he wrapped a hand around the shaft and swallowed the head with relish before pulling off and licking his lips like a connoisseur. “Tastes good,” he murmured before settling in more comfortably to suck and lick with gusto. Dave’s harsh gasps encouraged him to take him deeper, as did the hands alternately clutching and petting his head. When the hands grabbed his hair hard and became insistent, Johnny lifted his head, looking an inquiry at Dave.
“Two things,” panted Dave, chest heaving. “First, gotta slow it down a little because I plan to fuck you and I don’t want any arguments.”
Johnny wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be annoyed. Dave had effectively commandeered his planned seduction, but one look into his sharply focused blue eyes convinced him that not only did Dave mean business, but he knew exactly what he was doing. That, more than anything, had Johnny perfectly willing to let Dave set the agenda. So he waited, but Dave didn’t seem to have anything more to say.
“Well?” Dave finally barked.
“That was only one thing,” Johnny felt compelled to point out. “You said there were two things. What’s the second?”
Dave glared. “Fine. Number two is that this floor is fucking hard. You do have a bed, don’t you?”
“It’s…yes.” Dave’s intensity was making Johnny a little light-headed. “It’s all the way upstairs, though.”
With bared teeth, Dave hissed, “Let’s go.”
Scrambling to his feet, Johnny grabbed Dave’s arm, hauled him up and dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. The lube lay in plain sight on the nightstand. Johnny snatched it up and tossed it to Dave, who caught it in one hand and then gave Johnny a push which sent him sprawling forward onto the bed. He rolled onto his back to find Dave sitting next to him.
Dave shifted, crawling over Johnny until he was straddling his thighs. He uncapped the lube and slicked up his fingers, all the while studying Johnny through narrowed eyes as if mapping out his strategy. Johnny smoothed his hands up Dave’s knees and inner thighs to his cock, which he weighed appreciatively in one hand, savoring its heft and length.
“So…what are you waiting for?” Johnny prodded.
Dave pursed his lips and nodded, as if he had reached a decision. “Turn over. I want you on your knees.”
Aroused and agreeable, Johnny just shrugged and rolled, thrusting his ass in the air with his knees spread wide, resting his head on his arms. Moments later, Dave slid a slick finger inside of him. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Johnny sighed. He squirmed back, anxious for more. “Don’t need much prep…just…yeah…like that. Feels good – Ahhh!” His eyes teared up as Dave took him at his word and without warning pushed the head of his cock into his entrance. He had just enough time to catch his breath before Dave thrust deeper, forcing a drawn out groan from Johnny. He could feel Dave’s thighs and arms tremble as he fought to keep still while Johnny adjusted to him.
“You getting there?” asked Dave.
“Yeah. Yeah. I think so. Go ahead. Let me feel you.” He arched his back as Dave move in and out, starting slow, finding a rhythm and then increasing the pace. “That’s it,” Johnny encouraged him. “Don’t hold back, man. I can take more.” He pushed back, meeting Dave’s thrusts, lost in the movements, grunting and perspiring, loving the pain-pleasure and the damp slide of Dave’s chest against his back.
“Ah…god,” growled Dave, and seemed to shift into a higher gear, wrapping one arm around Johnny’s hips and the other around his chest and pounding into him with driving, punishing speed. Without missing a beat, he shifted back slightly, pulling Johnny with him, changing his angle to slam into Johnny’s prostate. Johnny yowled as pleasure sparked through him. He raised himself up on one elbow so he could grab his dick and start jerking himself off, pinching his eyes shut and giving low, wheezing groans of pleasure.
Behind him, Dave groaned in counterpoint, treating Johnny’s ass and his prostate to an expert pounding. His head fell forward until his forehead rested against the back of Johnny’s neck, his sweat mingling with Johnny’s as it ran down his back. His repeated exclamations of, “Unh! Unh! Unh!” vibrated through Johnny’s body in a mesmerizing rhythm, seeming to fill the room, mirroring his heartbeat.
Feeling his balls start to tighten, Johnny slowed his hand, wanting to prolong the sensations. He sped up, slowed again and let his fingers drift back to feather across his balls, panting and whining. Spurred on by Dave’s relentless thrusts, Johnny let his hand speed up again to a pace almost painful in its urgency. Seconds later, his orgasm ripped through him like a lightning strike and he threw his head back yelling wordlessly, convulsing and shooting semen across his belly and chest as Dave drove deep, shuddering and letting loose a hoarse cry as he came deep inside Johnny. Aftershocks shook them both. Dave’s arms tightened, crushing Johnny to him, and then he collapsed on top of him, pressing him into the mattress.
Utterly wrung out, content and drifting, Johnny lay pinned for several minutes, unconcerned with the wet spot beneath him or the cooling stickiness between his thighs. Dave’s limp cock nestled between his butt checks, his arms bracketed him, and his hands rested possessively on top of his head.
Incoherent mumbling vibrated against his neck. Johnny turned his head a fraction. “Huh?”
“Said that was good. Great. Think I broke my brain.”
“Unh,” Johnny remarked intelligently.
Following a few more minutes of panting recuperation, Dave began to stir. “Should get cleaned up.” His stomach growled audibly and somehow Johnny summoned the energy to laugh.
“We never did eat, did we?”
Dave sighed. “It’s not too late for those steaks, is it?”
Johnny wriggled his way out from underneath the other man and flopped onto his back. “I’m sure the coals are nothing but ash by now. Guess I could fry them up in the kitchen.”
“Hmm. Or…”
“Or?”
“We could feed ‘em to each other raw.”
Johnny grimaced. “I think maybe those wild animals you keep company with are starting to rub off on you.”
Dave rose up on one elbow and gave him a wicked grin that somehow managed to appear innocent and feral at the same time. “Wild animals rubbing off on me? Absolutely. Anytime you want.” He nipped Johnny’s earlobe and dropped a sweet kiss on his mouth.
Johnny’s eyes drifted shut. He smiled languidly. “Sounds like a plan. Just maybe not right away.” Dave’s damp body shifted to lay half on top of Johnny and his hand rested on his hip, fingers stroking rhythmically, relaxing him further. His own hand traced lethargic figure-eights over Dave’s back. Cleanup and dinner could wait. As he began the blissful slide into sleep, he sent out his thanks to the mountain lion, wishing it safe journey.
A memory teased him and a lazy grin split his face. His last thought before sleep took him was, I suppose I should thank that damn goat, too.
The End