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Late the next day, Steven startled awake to catch Billy tiptoeing out of the sun porch. “Oh, hey.” He swiped a palm over his face, trying to clear the fog of his dreams. Dreams that had been mixed images of Billy and his dad in a nightmarish montage about poor life choices. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. How long have I been out?”
“I’m not really sure, but it’s dinnertime. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I know that sleep is a tough thing to get lately.”
“No, it’s fine.” Steven slowly lowered the footrest on the recliner and stood. His body felt surprisingly refreshed after the long nap.
“Think I can interest you in some turkey sausage pizza?” Billy asked.
“Is that what smells so good?” Scintillating scents of distinctly Italian aromas permeated the house. Steven’s mouth watered, and as if on cue, his stomach growled.
Billy laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Good.” He waved for Steven to follow him. “I set up a table on the lanai out back. A rainstorm moved through late this afternoon. You probably slept through it, but it has cooled the day off so that it actually feels good outside.”
“Sounds great.”
Steven watched Billy’s ass as he followed him through the house. Sometime in the afternoon, Billy had showered and slipped into some old jeans that cupped his muscular butt in the most delicious way. How awesome would it be to watch those glutes flex when Billy was naked? Steven inwardly cursed himself. That wasn’t resisting his attraction to Billy. He couldn’t allow his thoughts to even go there.
He didn’t divert his gaze fast enough, because Billy turned and caught him checking out his ass.
Steven winced. “Um, sorry,” he mumbled.
Billy just let loose with a good-natured laugh. “Hey, if you want to objectify me, I’m okay with that.”
Steven groaned. “But that’s the problem. It sends both of us the wrong signal. You’re a good friend, Billy. I don’t want to blow that.”
“Listen.” Billy turned and grabbed him gently by the shoulder. “We are good friends. We’re also guys. That means that we can separate sex from intimacy and feelings and shit. Come on. Come sit down. Get some pizza, and then, I have something I want to propose to you, keeping the separate feelings in mind.”
With that kind of lead-in, Steven didn’t think he’d actually be able to eat, but then he took a single bite of the melt-in-your-mouth-good pizza. Any nerves that had been building up dissipated with the desire to inhale the wonderful, decadent pizza.
Neither spoke until they’d each eaten three slices of pizza. Finally, Billy looked up from his plate and met Steven’s gaze intently.
Steven wiped his hands on his napkin, suddenly losing his interest in the pie. “You mentioned a proposal?” he asked past the lump in his throat.
“Yeah. I heard what you said yesterday, and as awful as that perspective is, I can understand and respect your point of view. But I think you’re selling yourself short. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re attracted to men, right?”
Steven nodded, his dick growing half-hard at the turn of the conversation. He had no idea where Billy was taking this, but his junk seemed to have an idea.
Billy laid both hands on the table. “And if I’m reading what you said correctly, you’ve never explored that attraction, right?”
Steven shook his head.
Billy lifted a hand. “Just hear what I have to say first, okay?”
Steven’s nodded a little more slowly this time.
“I’ll admit that as a gay man, the idea of you never having experienced the pleasure that can be found in a man’s body—with a man—physically hurts me. I get why you don’t want to go there, but I’m offering a way for you to experience sex safely. We’re out here in the middle of nowhere, completely alone. I’m proposing that you use me, enjoy me, explore me. Even if you never have sex with a man again, I want you to make the decision to forgo that option completely with knowledge and maybe a few memories to fuel your fantasies later in life.”
Oh, god, was Billy actually proposing that he’d be available for a pity-fuck? Steven inwardly cringed. His stomach churned with mortification and disgust...for himself, that he’d brought the two of them to this point.
Billy shook his head with a self-effacing chuckle. “I’m making this sound like it will be a sacrifice on my part, but that’s not at all how I’m looking at this idea. I’ve never planned on building a life like you want—finding a long-term partner for the rest of my life. As a result, I realize I’m going to spend most of my life alone.
“I’m thinking that this arrangement will work for me, too... It will provide some sweet memories for my spank bank to live on later in life. I’ll always be able to look back at those really hot-as-fuck weeks with my friend, Steven.” Billy gave him a wicked smile that heated Steven’s groin. “Because there is one thing that I’m sure of...the sex between us would be fucking hot.”
And just like that, Steven was fully hard. His chest felt tight, but that had very little to do with his injury and everything to do with the hot images of what Billy proposed barraging his brain.
But no matter how much his libido kicked into gear, screaming yes, he had to consider the ramifications an arrangement like this might have.
“I don’t know, Billy,” he said slowly. “I’ve accepted that I could ignore that part of me.” What if they tried this and Steven found the pull to men even more alluring?
“We’d take it slow. Hell, we’d have to with your injury. If at any point, you felt like it was getting to be too much, we could simply stop. But, Steven, this might be your only chance to try this. Do you really want to give up something completely without ever truly knowing what that means?”
God, he really, really didn’t want to give up sex with a man without ever having experienced it. The temptation...
“No one would ever have to know,” Billy said again. “I live out here in the middle of nowhere, and I promise, I will never tell another soul.”
“What about Felicia?” Steven asked. Oh, god, could he sleep with his ex-girlfriend’s best friend? That seemed somehow incestuous.
Billy barked out a laugh. “Felicia may be my best friend, but that doesn’t make me a girl. We don’t talk about our sex lives as a general rule. I know what happened when she and Gage fell apart the first time, but that was just a general explanation because she needed to talk that whole situation through. God, can you imagine? If we had talked about things like that, I would know all about you and her in the bedroom.” Billy made a face that looked like he’d tasted something bad and shuddered.
Yeah, Steven had to agree with that sentiment. “This is weird, isn’t it?” he asked. “If I have sex with you...” His now fully hard dick pulsed with want. “I’ve had sex with her, too. Won’t that skeeve you out in some way?”
“Well, since I consider Felicia like a sister, thinking about anyone having sex with her isn’t exactly pleasant.” Billy ran a hand uncomfortably across his face. “God, when did this conversation become about Felicia and her sex life? I had planned for the two of us to focus on the idea of us having sex.”
Want pulsed low and hard in Steven’s groin. All he had to do was say yes. He wanted to so, so much. And Billy made a point. This had been a need that he’d pushed down for so many years. He might not even like it as much as being with a woman, and then he would have been pushing the desire aside for no reason.
But he had to make sure that they were both on the same page. “Are you sure you’d be okay with this?”
Billy stood and pulled Steven to stand in front of him. He guided Steven’s hand to cup the hard erection under his jeans. “I’m completely on board if you are. I want you, Steven, anyway I can get you.”
Steven’s hand automatically flexed as he palmed the hard length. Nerves and excitement blasted through him. He tried to wet his dry mouth. “So, how do we do this?” Slowly, he ran his hand firmly across the length of Billy’s cock and was rewarded as Billy rolled his eyes shut, his hips arching into Steven’s touch. He needed more of those reactions. In fact, he desperately wanted Billy under him and moaning his name.
Billy had basically given him permission to do exactly what he desired. The freedom of that idea overwhelmed him.
He grabbed the back of Billy’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted like the decadent Italian food they’d just eaten, pure sin and lust. Billy moaned into the kiss and gently grabbed onto Steven’s hips and pulling him until their erections ground together.
He’d never felt another man’s dick like this, and he had no idea that the sensation could feel so damn good. He pulled out of the kiss to look down at their hips. “I want to do this naked.”
“We’ll do this and more...soon,” Billy said although his voice sounded like he spoke through gravel.
“Soon?” Steven frowned. Now that he’d committed to this, he wanted it all... Now.
“Yeah, soon.” Billy cupped his cheek. “Don’t forget you’re still recovering. No sexual acrobatics for you. For the next few days, I think you should just sit back and let me do all the work.” Billy pulled him into the house and back to the sun porch where his recliner was located.
Billy stopped him in front of the large chair and tugged off Steven’s shirt. Steven had worked out for years and had always been proud of his physique, but after almost two weeks of inactivity, he felt practically flabby. He laid an embarrassed hand over where his six pack abs used to reside. “I’m going to have to cut out eating all your good cooking if you plan to get me naked often.”
Billy batted the hand aside. “Don’t be stupid. You’re gorgeous.” Billy dipped his head and started pressing kisses a few inches away from Steven’s puckered skin and bandage around the still healing bullet wound.
Everything in Steven clutched tight with need, want, and desire. Everywhere Billy touched seemed electrified by sensation.
Then Billy buzzed those lips across his chest and sucked on his nipple. With that single move, he completely forgot to be self-conscious or to think about anything other than the waves of desire rolling over him.
He’d had women pay attention to his nipples before, but Billy’s beard added an extra scratching sensation. He sank his fingers into Billy’s thick, black hair and groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m taking care of you,” Billy said as he slowly undid the button on Steven’s jeans. Within moments, he was sliding that stiff denim along with Steven’s boxer briefs down his thighs. His erection sprang free, bobbing in the cool air conditioning.
Then Billy touched him and every sense inside Steven focused in on that touch...hot, sexy, throbbing, want...need.
While Billy nibbled and bit his way across Steven’s chest, he oh-so-slowly jacked Steven’s dick with a strong, steady stroke. He marveled at the intensity of his pleasure. The calluses on Billy’s hands and the scruff of his beard gave an extra edge of masculine hardness that drove his pleasure through the roof.
His chest tightened as his heartbeat and breathing sped up.
Billy glanced up worriedly. “Come on.” Billy tugged him to sit on the recliner. “I think this would be better if you could relax.”
Steven barked out a harsh laugh. “If you think I could ever relax when you’re stroking my junk like that, then you’re insane.”
Billy smiled at him, humor glinting from his dark eyes. He reached behind his head and tugged his T-shirt off with a wink.
Then Steven was faced with all of Billy’s darkly tanned, heavily muscled skin. Billy had earned the majority of his muscles working hard on the ranch. Yes, he worked out in his home gym, too, but this was a body hardened by hard, physical labor.
“I want to touch you,” Steven said, his voice low with intent.
Billy dropped to his knees in front of the recliner between Steven’s thighs. “I want that, too...eventually. But for tonight, just let me make you feel good, okay?” He dipped his head so that he was eye level with Steven’s junk.
Steven forgot how to breathe as he waited with anticipation to see what Billy would do next. A bead of liquid pooled at the top of his dick. Billy licked his lips as he ran his fingers through the moisture, spreading it around the sensitive head. He lifted that wet finger to his mouth, taking in the taste of Steven on a groan. “Mmm, I knew you would taste good, too.”
Before Steven could respond, Billy dropped his mouth over the top of Steven’s cock and licked the tip. His balls tightened and more blood surged to the area. “This isn’t going to take long if you do what I think you plan to do,” he warned.
Billy glanced up with a raised brow. “Oh, baby, you don’t know me and my skills. Don’t worry. I’ll make it last long enough.”
Billy engulfed Steven’s long dick all the way down his throat in a single, swift move. At the same time, he dropped his hand to caress Steven’s balls.
Steven yelled in surprise and ecstasy from all that tight, wet heat sucking him. The tip of his dick ran down the stretch of Billy’s throat. Never in his life had he been this deep into another person’s mouth, and he’d had no idea it could feel this fucking good.
But every time he got close to blowing, Billy sensed it and would pull off, allowing him to recover the slightest modicum of control. This went on for what seemed like hours. Steven was drenched in sweat, and it really was getting hard to breathe.
Billy had been keeping an eye on him, watching his breathing carefully. His mouth popped off Steven’s cock, and he sat up on his knees. Billy undid his jeans and freed his erection. Steven only caught the slightest glimpse of it as Billy ran his hand down the thick length.
“Are you ready to come for me?” The deep throating had wrecked Billy’s voice, but he sounded hella sexy.
“Oh, yeah.” Steven shifted as his ass clenched, trying to stave off blowing too early. “You gonna come with me?”
“That’s the plan,” Billy said with a cocky eye waggle, and then he sucked Steven’s dick into his throat again. At the same time, his arm moved up and down as he stroked himself.
Steven had wanted to watch Billy come, but the pleasure of the tight heat of Billy’s tongue and throat proved to be too much. His eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed, “Billy!”
A split second later, his cock pulsed, and he shot a load of cum directly down Billy’s throat. Billy swallowed around his convulsing dick, sending white-hot pleasure across his pulsating balls. Liquid continued to jet out his tip and down Billy’s throat.
Billy swallowed every single drop as he moaned and jerked through his own orgasm.
Eventually, Billy’s mouth let loose, and Steven’s dick dropped free. He’d never felt so satiated, exhausted, and wrung out in his entire life.
“So good,” he slurred as he ran his hands through Billy’s thick hair. “Come here.”
He tugged Billy up so he sat draped diagonally across Steven’s lap. Billy had carefully kept the majority of his weight on the chair. His jeans were still halfway down his thighs, but neither one of them cared.
Billy sank into the uninjured side of Steven’s chest, and they both relaxed into the embrace, too sexually satisfied to worry about anything in the moment besides how damn good this had all felt.
Steven knew the self-recriminations would start later, but for now he was too relaxed and satiated to think about...anything.
***
A FLASH OF LIGHTNING awoke Steven. Both he and Billy had fallen asleep in the chair, although at some point, Billy must have awoken. He’d nudged Steven awake and moved them to the big comfy couch so they’d have more room and then grabbed a sheet and thrown it over them to cover their nakedness. Right now, Billy was still sound asleep and lightly snoring against Steven’s neck.
Warmth spread throughout his chest. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined something like this between them. He knew that he was probably making a mistake that would tear his heart out later, but Billy had made a good argument. If he had to live without a man’s touch for the rest of his life like he’d determined he would, he owed it to himself to snatch the chance to experience some of these forbidden caresses and create some good memories.
Right now, he couldn’t regret it.
Another series of lightning flashes danced in the distance, lighting up the vista of the beautiful ranch at night. It just added to the magical peace of the moment. These kind of nighttime displays were just one of the many reasons that he’d fallen in love with the southwest. Never had he seen anything like these storms that built up in the summer nights where he’d grown up in Chicago.
The lightning rolled down the mountains, and with every flash, he could see the outlines of the mountain peaks as well as the thunderhead clouds building above them. It was a powerful display.
He wondered how often Billy sat out here, watching God light up his land. Alone.
The idea of Billy alone hurt Steven. In the six or seven months that Steven had known Billy, he hadn’t heard a single word about him dating anyone. Did he ever date? He had to, but he’d said tonight that he never planned to have a lasting relationship. Why not?
Billy was one of the nicest, most gorgeous men Steven had ever been around. He deserved to have someone in his life, someone he could share his ranch with, someone to share his dreams and downfalls with, someone to love and be loved by. While the idea of that undetermined someone flooded Steven with jealousy, that didn’t change the fact that Billy needed and deserved that.
As Steven watched the rain moving across Billy’s land, he didn’t understand why Billy didn’t want to share this with someone. Someone who could commit fully to Billy.
Someone who wasn’t ashamed of their sexuality.
Steven closed his eyes on the stark pain. This arrangement wasn’t fair to Billy, but Steven was selfish enough to grab onto it anyway. His arm tightened around Billy’s waist, as if to keep him from leaving.
And that just brought his mind back to the man in his arms.
Steven never realized just how good it would feel to be skin to skin with a man. And there was no doubt that Billy was all man. He felt hard all over, had body hair, and had a male scent of hay, sweat, and something that was distinctly Billy. It was ambrosia to Steven’s senses, and he never wanted to let Billy go.
As if sensing the turn in Steven’s thoughts, Billy shifted restlessly. “You okay?” he asked, his voice fogged with sleep.
“Yeah, just enjoying the electrical light show outside.” He opened his eyes to watch some more.
Another string of strikes arced across the sky, and Steven’s gaze followed it as it travelled, but then he froze on a gasp. Someone stood out there beside the big bush and was watching them.
Billy came immediately awake. “What’s wrong? What did you do?”
Steven’s chest ached from sudden tightening of his lungs, but that didn’t matter as he searched the darkness. “Someone’s out there. I just saw him in the lightning.”
Billy stood from the chair and kept his eyes on the wall of windows as he slipped on his jeans. “I have sensor lights on this side of the house. If someone moved, it should have turned on.”
Billy went over to the switch plate and flicked on a switch. Nothing changed. The light wasn’t working.
Steven stood and shook his head, his insides quaking at what he’d just seen. The guy had looked like Airman Kennedy, but that wasn’t possible. Dalton Kennedy was dead. They’d all seen him blow his brains out.
Maybe...
Another bolt of lightning flashed, and Steven searched the clump of bushes where he thought he’d seen the face, but the man was gone now. His insides quaked with spiked adrenaline.
“I don’t see him now. Maybe I imagined it.” Could it have been a dream? Him falling asleep and not realizing it? Unfortunately, Dalton’s face had been making way too many appearances in Steven’s nightly nightmares.
He swiped a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I must have imagined it.” His voice shook.
Billy looked over at him in concern.
A terrifying crash of thunder sounded, and the skies opened up. Steven couldn’t help but jerk in fear.
Billy soothed him by stroking his palm across Steven’s chest. “Hey, it’s okay. It was probably just a deer or antelope. Sometimes their eyes will catch the light just wrong, and they look like something out of a nightmare. Why do you think we have so many alien sightings out here?”
“Well, yeah...aliens and New Mexico. They’re kind of synonymous.” Roswell was less than a couple hundred miles from Terravista, so that made sense, even as Steven’s brain told him he hadn’t imagined it.
Blood didn’t seem to be flowing to his extremities anymore. He needed to get away from the windows. Now. “I’m going to go grab some water. Do you want anything?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll come with you.” Billy double-checked that the doors were still locked and followed Steven into the main part of the house.
More than a little spooked, Steven turned on the lights as they went. It didn’t help that the rain was pouring down outside, making a huge racket. If someone had been still out there watching them, he’d be regretting it now. Why would someone be watching them, though? There was no reason.
Whatever he’d seen had to have been a figment of his imagination or a dream or something. As he tried to convince himself of that, his brain kept screaming that someone had been out there...watching them sleep. A shiver of revulsion and fear rolled down Steven’s spine.
Billy followed him into the kitchen. While Steven grabbed a couple of glasses out of the cabinet, Billy removed the jug of cold drinking water out of the refrigerator. Steven tried to ignore his trembling hands as he took the pitcher from Billy and poured his glass. Thankfully, Billy didn’t point out his obvious nerves.
After they’d both drank a full glass of water, Billy cocked his head. “You’re pale. Is that because of what you saw, what we did, or did we push your injury too far tonight?”
All of the above. “I’m fine. What time is it?” There was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep again tonight, so hopefully, it was somewhere close to daylight.
“About eleven forty-five.”
Steven just barely held in the groan. It was going to be a long-ass night.
Billy tilted his head at Steven. “Okay, here’s the way I see things. I’m guessing you have no desire to sleep out there again.” Billy gestured toward the sun porch that had been Steven’s bedroom since his discharge from the hospital.
Billy definitely wasn’t wrong.
“Unfortunately, there isn’t anywhere else you’ll be comfortable down here for the night. So, I think you can tackle the stairs. We’ll take it slow, and I think we can use a pile of pillows so you can sit up in bed and still be comfortable.”
He was so much stronger than he’d been just a few days ago. The porch stairs weren’t near as daunting as they had been when he’d first arrived. They still were his biggest obstacles of the day, but they were doable now. The staircase was just about quadruple that. He could do that...maybe...although he needed to gear himself up for the humiliation of how much it would lay him out by the time he got to the top. And then what? “Would I sleep in your bed?”
Billy raised an eyebrow at him. “That would be my preferred choice, but I won’t pressure you into something you’re not ready for...now or ever. I get that and understand it.”
Steven couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed sleeping with Billy in the sunroom. “I’ll make a deal with you. Let me negotiate the stairs without you hovering.” He really didn’t want Billy to see how much of a struggle it was sure to be. He could see the argument on Billy’s lips, but Steven cut him off. “I promise I will use the handrail and won’t fall down them. If you do that for me, I will join you in bed when I get to the top.” When he could manage to breathe again without sounding like a three-pack-a-day, one hundred-year-old man with emphysema.
Billy’s lips firmed. He really didn’t want to agree to this, and Steven was sure Billy was terrified he might tumble down the stairs. That was a reasonable fear.
“I’ll be as careful and slow as I can and need to be. I want to sleep with you, Billy. Let me do it with a tiny shred of dignity still intact.”
That seemed to push Billy over the edge. “Okay.” He reluctantly nodded. “I’ll do this, but dammit, Steven, if you fall, I will never forgive you. And if it’s too much, I need you to promise me that you’ll call for help.”
Steven nodded.
“Okay, then. You ready to go to bed?”
The rain still poured outside, but the thunder and lightning had slowed, making it feel not quite so threatening. His uneasiness still hadn’t faded, making him more than ready to get higher in the house where there were blinds to separate them from the outside world. “Yeah, let’s do this.”
Billy walked next to him until they reached the base of the staircase. Then Billy leaned over and grabbed his hand. “Be careful, and call me if you need the help. There’s no reason that you need to be a hero about this. There’s no shame if you can’t make it.”
It was almost as if Billy didn’t think he could do it. Damn, that hurt. A few weeks ago, he’d been capable of running a marathon, but now, a handful of stairs might take him down.
Steven said, “Go on up. I’ll be there before you know it.”
***
FOR BILLY, WALKING away from Steven to let him tackle those stairs alone was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. When he got upstairs, he went directly to his bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed and try to calm his shaking hands and fingers.
With bated breath, he’d watched Steven every single day struggle up those three porch stairs. The staircase of his house was easily five or six times that size. Steven’s lungs weren’t healed enough yet to be trying this, but he also couldn’t go all night without sleep. It had been obvious that whatever he’d seen had spooked him enough that there would be no more sleeping on the sun porch tonight or any other night.
What had Steven seen? He’d been through a lot in the last month, so it wouldn’t be any surprise if it had just been a nightmare as he was drifting off, but what if it hadn’t been?
Billy had ruffled a few feathers in the local ranching community, both by being gay and for his BLM grazing rights that so many other ranchers wanted. There was also what had happened to Mutt. He’d assumed that the madman who had come onto the ranch to hurt Steven had been the one to murder his dog since the timing coincided. But what if it hadn’t been him?
The hairs on the back of Billy’s neck stood on end. He’d go out and check the bushes out back tomorrow to see if he could find anything. But after the rainstorm tonight, the odds weren’t good that any evidence would still be there.
From the sound of things, Steven was close to the top. Billy clenched his hands into fists to keep from standing, and going out to help. He hated watching Steven struggle so much. He’d already improved, but he still had so far to go. The thing that terrified Billy, though, was that he would push it too far, too fast and do more damage to his compromised lung or some other part of his weakened body.
Billy glanced around the room for another distraction and realized he needed to get the bed ready for Steven. He stood and went to the chest in the corner, digging out the extra pillows and then set about putting pillowcases on them.
While he did that, he heard Steven top the stairs. He let out a relieved breath of air and tried to relax. It was another five minutes before Steven came into the room. His complexion looked pale, but other than that, he didn’t seem to be any worse for the effort.
Billy threw the pillows on the bed and strode over to Steven. “Welcome to the second floor.”
Steven smiled weakly.
Billy wanted so badly to reach forward and touch him, but he knew Steven was still hesitant about this thing between them. He didn’t want to push him too far, too fast.
“Thanks.” Steven glanced around the room, pausing on the old, four-poster frame bed that Billy had converted into a king-size bed when he had moved into the house.
“This is nice. Welcoming.” He swallowed audibly. “It’s really too bad that I don’t think I have the energy to do anything besides collapse into that bed.”
Billy stepped forward to Steven. “How about I help? I can get you out of those clothes...”
Steven raised an eyebrow at Billy. “That’s a really bad pickup line when I’m already in your room.”
Billy chuckled low. “Fact, but it’s not a line. I promised not to help you on the stairs, but I think I’m allowed in here, right?” He reached for waistband of the pants Steven had slipped on, glancing at Steven’s face to judge if he was overstepping. He was happy to see Steven’s eyes darken.
“I’m thinking that you removing my clothing will always fall into the allowed column.”
That was exactly the go-ahead that Billy had been waiting for. His hands went to the denim waistband of the low-slung jeans, letting his gaze drop to Steven’s treasure trail. Steven hadn’t put on a shirt. His pecs had a light dusting of dark-blond chest hair that narrowed down to a strip of hair leading down his taut abdomen straight into his jeans and the Promised Land.
Under his gaze, the bulge in Steven’s jeans grew, and Billy fought back a smile. It was good to know that Steven wasn’t freaked out about what happened earlier. But instead of stroking Steven’s cock like he wanted to, Billy undid the jeans, letting them slide down Steven’s muscular thighs. He somehow managed to ignore the hard length bobbing for his attention, but only because he could see the lines of exhaustion and weariness on Steven’s face. Steven needed some rest. Now.
Billy said, “I was thinking we could create you a mound of pillows so you could semi-recline on the bed. Where do you want me to set that up? You can have whichever side of the bed you want. Or else you can have the whole bed.”
Steven shook his head. “I’m not sleeping in your bed without you, although I think I’m a little offended that I’m standing here, turned on and naked, and you want to talk about pillows.” Steven raised both eyebrows in challenge.
Billy had been fighting against sneaking a peek at that delectable dick right in front of him, but with those words, he couldn’t seem to help it. His gaze dropped and he groaned at the striking temptation of Steven’s hard dick. Even as he watched, it flexed, as if reaching out to him.
Steven grinned. “That’s better.”
“You have to know that I find you incredibly beautiful.” Billy wrapped one arm around Steven’s waist, pulling him close while he lightly stroked Steven’s erection with the other hand. “But tonight, you need to relax.”
Steven laughed. “You think I can relax with that thing throbbing.”
“Hmm, good point. Okay, let’s get you set up in bed, and I’ll take care of you.” Billy slowly jacked Steven, causing him to let out a low, tortured moan. “That way you can drift off into a relaxed, peaceful slumber.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
Five minutes later, they had Steven situated in the bed. He looked damn good in Billy’s bed. Too good. He had to remind himself that this was temporary. Don’t get use to it.
And amazingly enough, his erection was still raging. Billy would have thought the discomfort from scooting around on the bed would have affected it some and said as much to Steven.
“Luckily, my dick is unaffected by whatever else has happened in my life lately,” Steven said with a morose look down at his junk. “And when it comes to being around you, my other head has only one thing in mind as you can see.” He waved his hand at it.
“Well, I can’t disappoint my guest now, can I?” Billy dropped his head into Steven’s lap, engulfing his dick in one smooth move.
Steven groaned as he sank his hands into Billy’s hair. “That’s the kind of southern hospitality I’ve come to expect.”
Unfortunately, Billy had a feeling Steven would be ready to leave long before Billy wanted him to. If he had his way, Steven could stay as his houseguest forever.