by Sunny Day
“I don’t!”
Leslie flinched at Ash’s tone.
“Ash, I wasn’t—”
“Since when are you this obsessed with money? What is it you want?” Ash asked in a harsh tone.
“I don’t see another way. I need a lot of money to buy my own place, even a small one.”
“I can—” Ash swallowed whatever he was going to say. Leslie had a nasty suspicion what that may have been, and he was grateful Ash managed to cut himself off.
He shook his head as he remembered it. Ash’s reaction had effectively stopped his plans of competing in rodeo for a while. He’d started doing it only after he and Ash broke up, and he had nothing to lose.
Ash snaked his arms around his waist and dropped a kiss on his cheek. He had to climb on the rock to do it. “What are you thinking of? You were a million miles away.”
Leslie blinked, returning into present. “The fight we had after I got back from Evans’s ranch.”
“Don’t remind me. God, I was so scared when you told me what you did.”
“You were also annoyed with me, as I recall.”
“You went somewhere without me and ended up doing the stupidest thing you could.”
“You know, I was riding bulls for more than four years without significant injuries.”
“I watched you once,” Ash said quietly.
“You never told me. I never saw you.”
“It was only once. I went to my hotel afterward and got roaring drunk. After that, I just made sure I knew where you were. I still have newspaper clippings and brochures. They are in my desk. I’ll show you sometime.”
Leslie absorbed this. “Oh,” he said. He hesitated, unwilling to spoil the moment. Ash sighed, burrowing his hands under his jacket. Leslie debated whether to ask him about the day Ash saw him leave with someone else. It didn’t matter, he decided. He leaned back into Ash. “I don’t remember being this cold before,” he admitted. “We must be getting old.”
Ash laughed, pulling back and tugging Leslie toward the small tent. “That, and the fact that we have a perfectly nice bed at home.”
“Could be,” Leslie agreed, shivering as Ash’s warmth disappeared. He twisted his head to see where his lover was.
Ash crawled into the tent, pausing briefly to take off his boots. “Come on,” he said, “we can warm each other up.”
Leslie hesitated before following his example. A tiny sliver of anticipation went through him once he was inside. He was acutely aware of Ash inside, their bodies brushing each other. Cupping the back of his head, Leslie leaned in for a kiss. Ash tasted wild and familiar. Leslie’s heartbeat quickened. His blood heated, and he moaned as desire speared his groin, his muscles clenching in anticipation.
“One thing hasn’t changed,” he said as they broke for breath. Ash’s breathing was ragged, and Leslie could imagine a faint flush coloring his cheekbones. He ran his palms up Ash’s arms, pausing to brush his thumb over the pulse point on his wrist. He raised Ash’s hand to his mouth, letting his tongue swipe over it briefly. “I still want you.”
“Want you, too,” Ash answered breathlessly. Leslie tugged first his jacket, then his shirt off. In the small confines of the tent, their breathing was unusually loud. Ash murmured something he didn’t catch before pushing Leslie down on his back. Leslie gasped. Ash’s mouth latched onto his collarbone and then moved down to torture and tease his nipple. He’d gotten rid of his shirt at some point, and Leslie’s arms roamed over the expanse of naked, warm skin. He whimpered as Ash pulled back and started to unbutton his jeans. He raised his hips obediently, rolling onto his belly. Ash moved over him immediately, kissing his back and shoulder. His belt buckle grazed Leslie’s skin, its cold face causing Leslie to gasp. His cock hardened. Leslie shuddered, tingles of desire prickling his skin. Ash’s body was warm and heavy. Despite the denim barrier of Ash’s jeans, he could feel that Ash was more than ready.
“Ash, please.”
Ash was still kissing his shoulder. Leslie shifted under him impatiently. “Ash!” He folded his arms on the blanket, spread on the bottom of the tent, leaning on his elbows, and let his head drop down. He shivered, closing his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he waited for Ash like this, naked and willing, legs spread, offering himself. Heat swirled in his belly. He gritted his teeth as Ash rummaged through their clothing. He breathed in relief as lube-coated fingers pushed in his opening. He spread his legs more, obediently moving toward Ash. Ash hissed in warning, and Leslie forced himself to stay still. He almost cried out when Ash finally penetrated him. He gripped the blanket under him, trying desperately to resist as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him. Asher was still wearing his jeans, the rough denim rubbing against the back of Leslie’s legs. He whimpered, biting into the blanket to stop himself from screaming as he reached his orgasm. He arched under Ash as Ash’s fingers dug mercilessly into his shoulder. Leslie panted in a pleasurable haze as Ash pounded into him. He heard Ash gasp as he came, warmth pulsing inside his ass. He sighed and lowered himself cautiously down. Ash rolled to his side. They both needed some time to recover.
Leslie stared into the darkness of the tent, hearing the horses move outside. He grabbed the shirt that had somehow ended up under him and was now smeared with cum. He wrapped it into a bundle and tossed it aside. It took some maneuvering to get them both into the sleeping bags. He smiled as he noticed Ash had zipped them together. He settled against his lover.
“That was nice,” Ash said in a lazy tone of voice. Leslie could tell his lover was almost asleep. He threaded his fingers through Ash’s hair.
“Yeah,” he said softly, “it was.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sunny Day’s main preoccupation in life is reading and writing books, though she much prefers reading what someone else wrote. She is thirtysomething, single, and can usually be found attached to her laptop. Her only form of exercise is bouncing up and down when whatever story she is working on shapes well. She hopes readers will enjoy this one.
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