Hoss couldn’t take the problems that Desmond threw his way so he ditched his way to the south. And what did he find but the perfect man that had his own issues.
Wesley had a lot of family issues. A sister that always controlled him and parents that resented his existence. But when he met Hoss, everything changed. It was like his inner man came out. Begging to be loved.
Could they find something in each other? Or would it just be simple sex?
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Wesley had never ridden on the back of a motorcycle before. But as he did, he took in the feeling of Hoss’s chest beneath his fingers. Fuck him running. The man was ripped. Hell, he was hot. And if he didn’t snap out of the arousal that was going on, he was sure Hoss was going to be joking around with him getting hard.
He chalked it up to being the motorcycle ride. The vibrations of it. The adrenaline rush it felt like.
The more he thought about it the more he knew it was going to be great.
But to his shock, they didn’t go to the bar, they went to the house next door to Darryl’s. What was he doing?
“What are we doing here?” he asked when they pulled up to the place.
“I figure we could drink at my place. That way we don’t have to worry about drunk driving. And you can crash on my couch if you want.” Or in his bed.
A part of Wesley was excited about it. But a good portion of him was nervous as fuck about it. He shoved that worry out of his head when he walked behind Hoss into the house. It was a nice place too.
Well furnished. Well decorated. Very inviting.
He loved everything about it. He had to admit that at some point he liked the man that lived there. But he wasn’t’ sure about that.
“Do you live alone?” he asked Hoss.
“Sure do. This place is all mine.”
And you are about to be all mine, Wesley thought to himself.
He stood strong. He knew what he wanted to do. And now it was time to do it. As they strolled into the kitchen, he couldn’t help admiring the way Hoss walked. The strength and straightness in his back. And that ass. God he loved that ass.
He pictured himself gripping onto it as Hoss fucked his hole. And that turned him on. That was all he needed.
That was all the motivation he needed to make his move.
He waited until Hoss turned to him after putting two beers on the counter and pressed up against. Ground their cocks for a moment. Then their lips pressed. Tongues swirled. Tasting each other. Wanting each other.
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