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“Come on you slouch, we don’t have much longer ‘til we reach the saloon, you’re gonna dry yourself out like that.”
Gojo’s eyes opened slowly, feeling the sun engrave itself into his eyes. He was taking, in his mind, a much deserved nap with some much needed shut eye after dredging alongside the Rio Grande River for hours on end at this point. However, his greatest nuisance, otherwise known as his friend Nanami Kento, seems to have boundless energy, or at least a boundless knack for pissing Gojo off and restricting his nap time.
“You know that girls usually like when men act gentlemanly, just a tip partner.” Gojo sneered and sheepishly stood up, hoping to see a scowl or some sort of annoyance on Nanami’s face after hearing that scathing remark, but yet to no avail. The sand blonde haired man kept his face neutral, the face that Gojo had hoped for a long time to see scrunched in annoyance, or literally any emotion aside from anger or general neutrality. In defiance, Gojo fell back onto the floor and crossed his legs, and played with the spurs on his platinum white cowboy boots, now beige from the Texas dirt and mud dried onto them.
Nanami’s horse, Iji, knickered and trotted over to Gojo, seemingly waiting for him to hop on. Ever since Gojo let his horse Sugarplum dash away into the desert about 90 miles back, Nanami has had to graciously (and forcibly) share his saddle with Gojo, meaning they were pretty close all the time.
Gojo had never really concerned himself with his own sexuality, after all, a hole is a hole and pleasure is pleasure. Seeing as Gojo was now up and personal with one of the most handsome bachelors in Texas, with the most perfect ass, chest, and face this side of the Mississipii, most of this ride concerned him trying to hide his “little fella” peeking out from Nanami.
“Are you ready to ride yet, or do you still wanna laze about on the floor?” Nanami said, peering down at Gojo. Fuck, this was going to be the end of him, the pearly gates couldn’t seem any farther than they did at this moment. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, don’t get your boxers all twisted.” Nanami took Gojo by the arm and dragged him up onto his saddle, and off they went along the river bank.
Nanami wasn’t getting any younger, he certainly was not old, but as a 33 year old man, he certainly could feel his back and butt aching from the saddle quite quicker than Gojo perhaps. Gojo was around the same age, but had a much stronger healing ability than Nanami, so the soreness that comes with horseback riding never seemed to affect him, making Gojo a stellar cowboy, renown for his stamina and endurance.
Stamina and endurance, huh? Now that was something Nanami was jealous of, and it didn’t stop there. Gojo’s strong arms were either always hugging Nanami’s stomach, held tight around his chest, or resting plainly on his thighs, and it was killing him inside to have such a handsome man stuck behind him. He’d much rather have Gojo right there plain in front of him, touching him, feeling him. That would at least make the torture a little bit more pleasurable.
Besides, Nanami had noticed something poking him in his back ever since Gojo had gotten onto his horse ever since Gojo lost his own, and he had a feeling that Gojo had to feel the same way about him. He just didn’t know how to make a move. They usually ride in silence, occasionally commenting on the scenery, the future, or bickering over something that Gojo had 100% brought up.
They were really close, best friends even, and he didn’t want to potentially ruin anything they had. Nanami was sensible, thoughtful, and pragmatic, but it’s hard to be all of those things when you can feel the man who you love most’s cock itching and pulsing behind you.
“Hey Nanamin, if you’re feeling tired, we can stop for a little bud?” Gojo knew that Nanami was getting tired when he groaned and shook his head randomly, almost trying to psyche himself out of feeling tired. “I’m feeling a little sore, but we’re pretty close. If you’re feeling tired though, I wouldn’t be opposed to stopping for the night. The saloon won’t suddenly move in the morning, I suppose.”
And with that, they both had succeeded in their goal of getting to stop for the night, allowing for their “fellas” to calm down after being so close for so long. Nanami hopped off first, and let himself be greedy and held his hand out for Gojo to take, which he most certainly took Nanami up on after .1 seconds of thinking about it. Nanami let his hands slide to Gojo’s side in order to steady him on the ground afterwards, to which Gojo shivered. “Uh well, I’m gonna go set up camp now! I think that divot over there seems pretty safe, I’ll go check around.” and he speedily walked off.
Had Nanami fucked up, or did Gojo not feel the same? Nanami, while being super pragmatic, was also secretly an overthinker and catastrophizing about where he could have fucked up along the way. Maybe he came on too strong, or maybe he let his intentions shine too brightly, or maybe a thousand other smaller reasons could’ve just added together to make Gojo dislike him.
He was tossing and turning around in his sleeping bag, groaning every time he felt a sore pain pang him in his back, thighs, or ass. Luckily for him, someone noticed.
“So um . . *cough* Have you ever um . . . y’know, gotten a massage from someone else? I hear that they’re uh . . . supposed to clear up saddle soreness.” Gojo was saying this as if he was just picking up a conversation, but he secretly wanted to feel Nanami again, as would anyone. “Not really. I don’t think I’d mind, the opportunity just hasn’t ever presented itself. Why do you ask?”
Nanami had now turned to face Gojo. who was sitting there in a black tank top and his boxers in his own sleeping bag, holding a vial of some sort of substance. “I’ve heard if you apply dendrobium oil from the poppy seed plant, it alleviates soreness. I mean . . if you wanted to try and see if it works, I wouldn’t be opposed to massaging it in. We’re just guys y’know?”
Hook, line, and sinker. Gojo had laid the perfect trap, and he knew that this was his moment, and he could see surprise and anticipation in Nanami’s eyes. “Sure, I don’t see why that would be an issue.” Nanami slid his white tank top off, leaving him just in his cotton black briefs, so practically naked aside from that. He turned on his back, and closed his eyes, letting Gojo climb on top of him, sitting on top of the back of Nanami’s thighs and letting his “fella” rest on Nanami’s ass.
This was the moment. Gojo uncorked the oil and let it run through his hands, and applied the oil to Nanami’s back. Nanami hissed from the sudden coldness on his back, but immediately felt soothed once he felt Gojo’s knuckles and palms kneading the substance into his shoulder blades and obliques. “Aaah fuck, right there, keep pressing it right there. . . keep it up.” In complete honesty, Nanami knew what he was doing. The faster he could rile up Gojo, the faster they could get to finally getting down and dirty, Texas style.
On Gojo’s end, not only was this working, but Gojo had moved up a bit, letting his cock fully rest on Nanami’s ass. “Are you feeling pain in . . . other places? Like does your lower back hurt?” Nanami perked up and turned around, “Yeah, I’m feeling soreness on my butt too, but you don’t have to massage there if you don’t want to of course . . . “ Gojo yelped, “NO I can! It’s not a problem with me!” Nanami smiled softly and chuckled, “Well then, get on with it, partner. And take your shirt off, it’s hot out here.” Gojo threw his black tank off, and shimmied Nanami’s briefs off before applying more oil to Nanami’s back and upper ass. He lathered those areas, allowing himself to slightly grope and knead the oil into Nanami, feeling his muscles clench and move under his knuckles and hands. He couldn’t wait anymore.
“Nanami . . . are you hard right now?” Nanami froze, and turned around while fully taking his briefs off, letting his cock stand proudly. “What do you think?”
For full context, neither Gojo or Nanami were fully bottoms. Both had dabbled in dominating and subbing, and topping and bottoming. Since they were both versatile, this meant that they could do a “Texas Barrel”. Basically, a Texas barrel was 6 rounds of sex with each round’s dom determined by the flip of a coin, mimicking a gun shot in the barrel, while the person subbing would be mimicking a blank round. For another contextual clue, Gojo’s luck was pretty good. He got a gun shot every single time.
“So, looks like you’re gonna be the one crying for me, huh Nanamin?” Nanami blushed slightly, but wasn’t deterred fully. He pushed Gojo down onto the ground, hovering his ass over Gojo’s fella, and slammed himself downwards, forcing a moan out of the white haired man below him. “I’ll let you top for these 6 rounds Gojo, but we said nothing about after the 6, I could very well top you into oblivion. But I suppose I should get on with it huh?”
Gojo gulped, realizing that Nanami may not have horse riding stamina, but perhaps a different kind of riding stamina. Nanami huffed, and sneered before lifting himself off and starting to hover over Gojo’s fella again, “Well, you know what they say huh? Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”