Bullheaded

sensitivity of his nipples, capturing one between gentle teeth and flicking his tongue rapidly over the hard nub until Johnny writhed and cried out with pleasure. Then he gave the same ruthless treatment to the other. Johnny sighed and moaned with each new tactile sensation as March licked his way down his body, using hands and mouth on his cock until he started to thrust urgently. March worked the shaft with his hand and started to kiss him again. Johnny was so lost in pleasure that his orgasm came as a blissful surprise.
    He was sweating and still panting when he opened his eyes to find March propped on one elbow beside him, lazily stroking himself and watching him.
    “Wow.”
    March laughed. “Yeah, a man without perfect abs can still work some sexual voodoo.”
    Johnny reached over and pushed March’s hand away, taking over and gently stroking the older man’s cock. “You have a great body.”
    “You have a great ass. Your ass and my cock, I think they’re destined to make beautiful music together.”
    “I don’t fuck.”
    “If you’ve never done it before, I have a PhD in breaking an untried ass in. I’ll be gentle.”
    Johnny resisted March’s attempt to turn him onto his stomach. “I’ve been fucked. I’ve fucked other men. I just don’t do it anymore.”
    “I’ll use a condom.” March licked at one of Johnny’s reddened nipples.
    “It’s not about that. I just don’t fuck.”
    March rolled back up onto his elbow and studied Johnny’s face, still with the little confident smile playing around his lips. “I see. You’re setting a boundary.”
    “And you’ll respect it.” Johnny’s voice had a note of steel in it.
    “I will respect it. Even though I really want to get inside that exquisite ass and fuck it ’til I make you scream.”
    This time, when March rolled him onto his stomach, Johnny didn’t resist. Somehow, in the space of the hour they’d known each other, he’d figured out he could trust him, and therefore March’s hands rubbing his cheeks didn’t freak him out. He winced once when March was a little too rough on the spot where he’d hit the fence, and rolled onto his side.
    “What is it?”
    “Weren’t you watching earlier? Bull pushed me into the fence. I’m going to have some bruises tomorrow.”
    “Tough guy. I admire that. But if it’s marks you want, I’d be happy to give you a few love bites.” March touched the curve of Johnny’s hip. “Maybe here.” He bent to kiss the spot. “Or here.” This time he pushed Johnny back onto his stomach and bit his ass cheek before sucking hard enough that Johnny knew he’d have a mark tomorrow. “Or here.” This time it was the inside of his thigh. Johnny was squirming before March released him and stroked the red mark with a gentle finger. “You look good wearing my marks.”
    “I’m going to be a mess.” Johnny laughed and rubbed his ass. “Just don’t give me one where it shows.”
    “We could stay in bed all day tomorrow and you could call in sick.”
    Incredulously, Johnny lifted his head to stare at March. “When you’re a bullfighter, you don’t call in sick unless blood is spurting out of an artery or a bone is poking through your skin.”
    March threw back his head and laughed. “My apologies. Same in construction, so I ought to have known better.” He pressed Johnny back down onto the mattress. “I can make it feel better tonight, though.”
    Johnny relaxed as the knowledgeable hands worked over his aching muscles, finding the knots and getting them to loosen up, but he felt unjustly pampered. March was still sporting admirable wood, and he hadn’t made any effort to equal things up. He almost protested when he felt March remove the rubber band and let his hair spill loose. Johnny purred at the sensation when March ran his fingers gently through his hair.
    “Such thick, shiny hair. It suits you. Some guys couldn’t carry it off without looking feminine.”
    Johnny just lay there enjoying the massage, even though he felt unaccountably guilty. It was, after all, his hair, but he’d never had it out for sex except with Cody. On the other hand, March was a remarkably sensuous man and seemed to be messing up all his rules. However, he couldn’t just lie there accepting all the attention for himself. Johnny was about to take the reins back when March grabbed his hips. He could feel rough, calloused fingers gripping him as March pulled him up onto his hands and knees. A flicker of