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Preacher knew he should hit the brakes, turn his motorcycle around and return Travis to his apartment. He didn’t slow down one bit. Travis let out a whoop behind him and embraced him tighter. When he picked Travis up, Travis mentioned he’d never ridden a motorcycle before. Well, Travis seemed to be having a good time, and Preacher didn’t want to ruin it.
He stopped the bike in front of the Lemon Seed motel. The place was located right on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t exactly a palace. Travis’ place was probably a lot cleaner but they might bump into Kurt. Preacher wasn’t in the mood to deal with his best friend right now.
He waited for Travis to get off the bike before dismounting. Travis handed him back the spare helmet. He took off his helmet and tucked them in the compartment in the back of the motorcycle.
“We’re really doing this?” Travis asked.
Preacher stood in front of Travis and grasped his hands. They were cold. “If you changed your mind, tell me now. I’m not going to push you into doing something you’re not ready for,” he told Travis.
“Are you having seconds thoughts?” Travis asked him.
“No. I knew the moment I entered that office that your ass is mine,” Preacher said with a smirk. “Usually, I get what I want but for you, I’ll make an exception. I can wait until you’re ready.”
“Kiss me again?”
How could Preacher refuse him? Right at that moment, Travis looked so lost, so innocent and his for the taking. Preacher took one step forward. Cupping Travis’ cheek, he sealed Travis’ lips with a kiss. He sucked on Travis’ lower lip, ran his tongue over it. Preacher deepened the kiss and when he pulled away, Travis was panting and his pupils were dilated.
Fuck, but Preacher’s dick felt like a steel pipe between his legs. If he had his way, he’d put Travis right on his hands and knees and take him like an uncontrolled savage. A beast. It didn’t matter they were in a dirty parking lot. His breathing turned hard. Preacher counted silently to ten in his head.
“What are you so afraid of?” He had to ask.
Silence. Preacher waited for Travis to gather his thoughts.
“That after you have me, you’ll end up getting disappointed. Then you’ll leave once your fight with Reyes is over. I’m not someone who can easily recover from heartbreak.”
“I’m not fooling around either,” Preacher said. “Travis, you were right to be defensive. Before you, I never had a real boyfriend. My last relationship lasted a week. I can’t even call it a relationship. We just used each other for sex. That’s all. That was the kind of man I used to be.”
“No one can change within a day,” Travis whispered.
“No,” Preacher agreed. “But I’m trying for you. Let me show you I can be the man you need.”
“You’re a wanderer, a nomad. What if the road calls to you again even when things between us are going so good?”
“So many ‘ifs’,” Preacher said with a scoff. “Why worry about tomorrow, when today is what matters?”
“See? That’s the kind of thinking I don’t understand. I’m the exact opposite of you. I like my life structured, organized and—”
Preacher shut him up with a kiss because at this rate they were getting nowhere. “I get it. I’ll take you back to your apartment.”
“I want to see your room. Can I?”
That question caught Preacher off guard.
“Sure. Right, this way. It isn’t much.” No sex tonight. Preacher was fine with just hanging out with Travis if that was what he wanted. “We could watch a movie if there’s something good playing on TV.”
He led Travis to his room, which was on the first floor. Preacher slot the key in and turned on the lights. The room looked no different from all the motels he crashed in—peeling wallpaper, saggy bed, scratched-up furniture, and it always smelled like mold.
Travis looked around the space.
“Is that all your luggage?” Travis nodded to his backpack on the floor.
“Yup. I travel light,” he said.
“Ten years ago, it was the same. You only had one bag with you when you crashed at our apartment,” Travis said. Travis sat on the edge of the bed, looking nervous.
“Beer?” Preacher asked him. He had nothing else to offer.
“Sure. Sounds great.”
Preacher grabbed two cans from the mini-fridge and handed Travis one. He opened the cap, took a gulp and let out a sigh. Now, this was his familiar choice of beverage. Preacher joined Travis on the bed, sat close to him until their shoulders brushed against each other. Preacher grabbed the remote and handed it to Travis. He watched Travis channel surf.
“There’s nothing good on,” Travis said, turning off the TV.
“You want another beer?” He asked.
Preacher knew he should cut down his beer intake. He had a big fight in a few days. He should start eating clean from now on as well. Preacher should weed out any distraction as well, meaning he shouldn’t be screwing around with Travis but he wasn’t a saint.
Travis shook his head. “Preacher, I don’t even know why I invited myself here. I guess I don’t want to go home yet. I mean, I know should leave you alone. You probably have to wake up early tomorrow and head to the gym.”
“I don’t mind the extra company. Being on the road gets a little lonely,” he confessed.
Preacher set his can on the nightstand and lay against the pillows. He kicked his shoes away and they landed on the floor. Travis surprised him again by crawling up further in bed. Travis lay next to him.
“Do you think I can stay the night?” Travis asked him.
“You prefer this room to your apartment?” He asked, amused.
“You’re here,” Travis said as if that was the only thing that mattered.
Preacher rolled on top of Travis and pinned his arms above his head. Travis didn’t push him away or tell him he needed space. That was encouraging. He gave Travis a long and deep kiss. Preacher released Travis’ wrists and peeled his shirt upwards. Travis took it off and tossed it to the floor, giving him complete access to Travis’ smooth and lean chest.
“You’re in shape. You a runner?” Preacher asked. He nipped his way down Travis’ collarbones, his chest, his ribs. Reaching Travis’ crotch, he undid Travis’ pants and yanked them brutally down Travis’ ankles, along with his underwear.
“I jog every morning,” Travis murmured. “W-what are you planning on doing?”
“Relax. I’m not going to fuck your brains out tonight, I’m just going to blow you.”
Preacher grinned. Travis looked taken aback, too stunned for words. He curled his fingers over Travis’ shaft, then blew at his cock. Travis shuddered above him. Preacher put his lips to Travis’ cock head. He stuck his tongue out and licked the pre-cum gathered there. Travis groaned above him.
“So sensitive,” he commented.
Preacher’s own dick felt full but tonight, it was all about Travis’ needs. He’ll sink his cock inside Travis’ tight ass soon enough. Preacher ran his tongue up and down Travis’ shaft, from root to tip. Travis’ balls, he took in his mouth and sucked hard.
Travis moaned above him and started clutching the pillows.
Preacher opened his mouth slipped it over Travis’ hardening cock. He worked his way down until the tip of Travis’ cock hit the back of his throat. Holding Travis’ intimate bits captive made him all the more possessive of Travis, gave him a shot of power. He pulled back up for air, then dove back in. Preacher bobbed his head up and down, halted when he sensed Travis was about to blow.
Pulling his mouth away, Preacher climbed back up the bed. He took Travis’ mouth again and made Travis taste himself. Preacher put his fingers on Travis’ prick again. One squeeze and Travis cried out, gasping for air. Travis emptied his load right into his waiting fingers.
Preacher watched Travis’ expression as he climaxed. He lifted his wet hand and put it in front of Travis’ face. He didn’t need to issue further instructions. Travis licked his jizz right off Preacher’s fingers like a good boy.
Right there and then, Preacher wondered what it would be like if his wandering days came to a stop and he stayed in Black River Bend for good.
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HEARING TRAVIS SNORE on his bed made Preacher smile. He took another sneak peek at Travis, still naked and lying on the bed. Travis had fallen asleep right after Preacher gave him a blow job. He shut the bathroom door. Preacher looked at his reflection in the dirty mirror. He wasn’t getting any younger. Sooner or later, he had to retire from the ring, make space for a younger, more hungry fighter.
Preacher ran a hand through his messy hair. He couldn’t believe he was seriously considering staying here of all places. Preacher peeled off his shirt, then his pants and boxers. Nude, he slipped inside the shower. No surprise his cock was still hard as a rock. He gripped the tiled wall with one hand while the other, he pushed between his legs.
He shut his eyes and started to stroke himself. This quick-fix would be sufficient for tonight, but soon enough, he’d start craving more. He groaned, silently berating himself to keep quiet. Preacher didn’t want to wake Travis.
He pictured himself flipping Travis on his hands and knees. He imagined Travis parting his legs wider, exposing all of himself to Preacher—balls, dick, and tempting asshole. He saw himself slipping a condom over his dick, lubing Travis up, then sliding his cock right inside Travis’ hole.
Preacher bet Travis would be tight for him. Travis’ ass muscles would clamp hard around his dick, like a vice over his cock. He groaned, running his fingers up and down his prick faster. He would grip Travis’ ass cheeks and fuck him hard. Travis wouldn’t be able to walk straight in the morning.
Preacher growled, spraying the walls with his cum. It was Travis’ ass he imagined pumping with his seed. Screw condoms. He didn’t want a thin piece of latex between them. Preacher stood in the shower for a few moments, recovering his breathing.
He was in deep water. Travis had done what no other man had ever accomplished before. Travis had sunk his claws deep in his skin and refused to let go. Preacher loathed this town for most of his life. Only Kurt and Travis made life bearable and yet here he was, thinking about staying.
Preacher turned the water on and let the liquid clean his body. After his shower, he left the bathroom. Travis was still there. Some irrational fear made him wonder if Travis suddenly got up and left while he was in the bathroom. Preacher slid into bed next to Travis. Travis let out a snore, then curled closer to him.
He didn’t move. Travis flung one arm over his chest and nuzzled his face into the curve of Preacher’s shoulder.
Wow. This was nice. Unreal.
Preacher’s one-night-stands always ended the same way. They left right after sex. He didn’t exactly relish the thought of falling asleep right next to a stranger. Travis was special. Travis called them strangers. That was true enough, but Preacher could change that. He still had six more days until the big fight. 144 hours to decide whether he should stay or go.