Bullheaded

they fucked, Johnny’s eyes had been unreadable. Now Cody could see desire, pride, and what he’d missed most, love.
    It made him feel proud. He had a lot to be proud of tonight. He’d won the Boise Invitational and a new buckle, and somehow he’d won Johnny back.
    Where they sat there was no way they could touch, even if he dared in front of his parents and Dub. For now it was enough to sit there and anticipate.
    Eventually the meal was over and people drifted off tactfully. Even Dub slapped his back with a knowing grin. “Congratulations again, you buckle thief. Breakfast tomorrow?”
    Cody nodded. “Thanks, Dub.”
    Johnny waited until they were all out of sight. “He knows. Did you tell him?”
    “Didn’t have to. He figured it out on his own.”
    “Guess he won’t be holding a press conference to announce it.”
    “He’s my friend,” Cody said, and then wondered what he’d done to deserve a friend like that.
    Johnny seemed to read his mind. He laughed. “You’ve been a good friend to him too.”
    “After all this, I don’t see it.”
    “Remember when he used to ride toes in ’til you told him the right way?”
    Cody chuckled. “I forgot about that.”
    “Guess the boys at the ranch this year weren’t your first students.”
    “Never thought of it that way.”
    “That’s generous of you. You never dwell on a man’s failings.”
    There was an awkward silence. Cody wondered if Johnny felt bad about his cataloging of Cody’s failures.
    “I’d ask you to come to my hotel, but we can’t seem to keep our clothes on long enough to talk.”
    “What’s wrong with that?” Johnny grinned. “We can always talk later.”
    “Nothing I can see. It’s hard enough keeping my hands off you in public.” Cody knew he was staring like a starving dog at a juicy bone, but he couldn’t help it. All the events of the day seemed to conspire to make him keyed up and horny, and judging by the way Johnny was staring, he was hungry for him too.
    “Tell me about it. When I got my hand on your vest and yanked you out from under that bull, I just wanted to pull your shirt up and touch the skin underneath….” Johnny shivered. “There’s something between us that’s kinda hard to walk away from.”
    Cody swallowed hard. “Let’s get out of here.”
    When they arrived at his room, he half expected to find himself pushed back hard against the door like last time, but instead Johnny circled his waist with his arms and kissed him softly.
    Cody let his hands roam over Johnny, feeling the warmth and firmness of his chest under the thin cotton shirt, the roundness of his ass, the hard length of him pressed firmly against his thigh. He knew he was hard too, but this time it felt as if they had all the time in the world to get to know each other again.
    Because Johnny was back.
    Slowly, the clothes came off, drifting to the floor as skin was revealed, caressed, kissed. Johnny swayed gracefully in his arms as they kissed, as if dancing to music Cody couldn’t hear. Their cocks rubbed together, getting caught between them, rubbing against the hair of their thighs and bellies.
    A leg slid between Cody’s, rubbing his balls while Johnny’s hands stroked his thighs. Cody felt as if he were on fire with sensation; all thought vanished, breathing became difficult, unable to tell sound from touch, pain from pleasure. Feeling the fireworks that come with being in love.
    Then they were connected, flesh against naked flesh, hardness nestled in softness, twisting in serpentine patterns against the sheets. Tongues twined together, beating hearts thundered, sweat made their skin slide.
    Cody wrapped his arms around Johnny’s chest, grasping him from behind, hip to groin, holding him tight as if to keep him from flying away. Keeping them connected, hammer striking iron, sending sparks enough to light up the room.
    With every thrust, Johnny cried out, reaching back to grab at Cody, fingers digging into the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer. His eyes stared sightlessly, deep, fathomless as he strained backward, wanting more, wanting it deeper. Cody didn’t know if he could be much deeper but if he could he would.
    Cody reached to tease a nipple, and then let his hand drift down Johnny’s torso light as a feather ’til he found his hard flesh, circling it loosely, teasing. Johnny bucked like a madman, desperate for more friction, taking Cody’s hips along for the ride as he clamped down.
    Cody tightened his grip