Bo moaned at the contact and then chuckled against Sam’s lips.
“What?” Sam asked. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Nothing.” Bo shook his head and ran a hand through Sam’s hair. “Just want you.”
Sam kissed him once more, then helped him down. “Let’s do it then.”
Inside the house, Bo had barely taken off his shoes before he was racing up the stairs. “Last one in the bedroom has to…”
Sam followed at a much slower pace, waiting for whatever Bo was going to say.
“…blow the other!”
“Oh, such as a hardship,” Sam teased, pausing at the top of the stairs. Laughter from the bedroom on the right had him turning in that direction.
Bo was kneeling on the bed, shirtless, his jeans undone at the waist. Lube and a condom sat on the night table. Sam looked his fill. Bo’s arms and shoulders weren’t overly defined but they had a nice shape to them, evidence of the physical work he’d been doing in the last month. His stomach had no definition whatsoever, but it just made him appear more human, more approachable, and had Sam falling for him even further.
“You owe me,” Bo said, a glimmer in his eyes.
Adrenaline pumping, Sam pushed him back onto the bed and crawled over him. “Do I?”
“Mm-hmm.” Bo moaned when Sam’s lips nipped his hipbone. “You were the last one in the bedroom. You lost.”
Sam pulled Bo’s jeans and boxers down to his thighs, uncovering his stiff dick. “I wouldn’t say that.”
Bo was hard and long, not quite as large around as Sam. Just perfect. Sam licked Bo’s tip. Bo covered his face with his hands.
“You good?” Sam asked, then licked up Bo’s veiny underside.
“Fuck,” Bo said, laughing. “It’s been so long I’m afraid I’m going to blow before you even get undressed.”
“I can fix that.” Hopping off the bed, Sam shucked his shirt, jeans, and underwear in a few seconds, leaving them puddled on the floor next to Bo’s discarded T-shirt. While he was at it, he slid Bo’s jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, leaving them both in the nude.
“Fuck,” Bo said again, eyes going from Sam’s cock to his chest. “Are you even real?”
“You tell me,” Sam said, and, settling back between Bo’s legs, took him entirely into his mouth.
Bo’s next word sounded a bit like, “Nghfshm.” Sam groaned in satisfaction around the cock in his mouth and Bo lost his shit.
“Sam, Sam, Sam.” Bo almost sobbed. Sam ran his tongue under the ridge of Bo’s cock head and squeezed the base of his dick with his hand. Bo tasted salty and earthy. “Sam.”
Letting Bo pop free of his mouth, Sam grabbed the lube and slicked up a couple of fingers. Bo widened his legs, and if Sam wasn’t mistaken, he sighed in relief when Sam inserted a finger inside him, stretching him open. The sounds Bo made had Sam gritting his teeth against the urge to rut against the bed.
When Bo was nicely stretched, and when he was sweating and swearing, Sam put on the condom, slicked on some lube, and knelt at Bo’s entrance.
“Like this?” Sam asked, breathing unsteady.
Bo nodded. “Wanna see you.”
Fuck if that didn’t melt Sam’s heart.
He entered Bo slowly, using both hands on Bo’s thighs to steady him. The sight of himself entering Bo was hot as hell. Sweat dripped down his back, his temple.
“Yes, more.” Bo gasped, fisting the pillow behind him.
Fully seated inside Bo, Sam let Bo’s thighs go and fell onto Bo’s chest. Bo’s arms circled his shoulders. Sam buried one hand in Bo’s hair; the other threaded underneath Bo’s back, trailed down his spine, and gripped his ass, impaling him even deeper onto Sam.
“Bo, fuck.” Sam tucked his head in Bo’s neck. “You feel so good.” He wasn’t even moving yet and he was about to blow.
“Gonna do me, big boy?”
Sam managed a huffed laugh. Then he moved, pumping his hips. Bo hissed long and loud in his ear. It was a good hiss if the way he met Sam thrust for thrust was any indication. Sam propped himself up on an elbow to get more leverage and watch Bo’s face.
Bo’s eyes were closed, his mouth half open. The blissed-out look arrowed straight into Sam’s balls, drawing them up tight against his body as he continued to pump.
“Gonna come?” he asked Bo. He wanted Bo to come before him but he wouldn’t last much longer.
Reaching between their bodies, Bo took his dick in hand and pulled once, twice, three times. Groan low and ragged, his eyes popped open and a splash of come landed on Sam’s stomach.
The sound combined with Bo’s clenching ass around his dick threw Sam over the edge, and he seated himself to the hilt inside Bo and came, fingernails surely leaving imprints on Bo’s butt.
Spent, he collapsed on top of Bo, but only for a second; he was so much bigger than Bo and didn’t want to squash him. He extracted himself gently, holding onto the condom, and rolled them so they lay face-to-face.
“Holy fuck,” Bo whispered. He looked utterly ravaged. It was a good look on him.
Sam got up to dispose of the condom and grab a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom in the hall. He wiped himself quickly, rinsed the cloth, and went back into the bedroom, where Bo was splayed on his back like a starfish, dick hanging limp.
Sam laughed at the sight.
“I’m so done,” Bo said.
“I can tell.” Sam wiped him down gently, his stomach, his penis, his ass, his thighs. He returned the cloth to the bathroom and came back to find Bo tracking him with his eyes. He didn’t know if he was supposed to stay or not, but then Bo made room on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Sam lay back down, Bo’s head on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” Bo said.
Oh. “I’ve never been thanked for sex before.” It was kind of nice.
“Sex gets me out of my head. So, thanks.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” Sam teased. “Any willing body would’ve done the trick.”
“No,” Bo said. “No, definitely not.”
Well, that was nice to know. Sam’s chest might’ve puffed up.
Bo’s fingers wandered over Sam’s chest, tweaking his nipples, tracing his abs, poking his belly button. They played with his gingery pubes, stroked his awakening dick, fondled his balls. Heat pooled in Sam’s belly.
“Round two?” Sam asked.
Bo grinned and kissed him. “Round two.”
“THE CHICKENS ARE DYING—”
Bo jerked awake and turned off the ancient clock radio he’d pilfered from Laura’s room weeks ago and snuggled deeper into his pillow. It was 6:00 am and he’d have to get up in a few minutes for PomPom’s and the chickens’ morning feeding. PomPom was going home tomorrow; Bo was really going to miss the little guy.
He rolled over in bed and the empty side next to him triggered a memory of last night: naked skin and roaming hands and bruising kisses and soft kisses and orgasms and gasps and sighs. But where was Sam? Had he gone home already? The disappointment that hit him made him angry. They hadn’t made any promises, so Bo had no right to already feel possessive. He’d just thought what they’d shared had been special. Something more than just a fuck.