Bullheaded

again.
    Johnny pressed them tight together, wanting to give March as much sensation as he could. Slipping one arm under Johnny’s torso, March pulled him back tight against his own chest. Then he circled Johnny’s dick with his big fist.
    “It’s better this way; I can do something for you at the same time.”
    Johnny gasped and ground his buttocks back against March’s hips, relishing the rough slap of flesh against the faint soreness of his cheeks. He let March take control of their movements and pound against him in ever faster rhythm until he felt the slick wetness of come on his balls and between his legs. The feeling pushed him closer until a different twist of March’s hand made him stiffen and shoot, his hips jerking frantically.
    The feeling of March’s breath against his ear as they relaxed, their skins warm and sticking together, was the most intimate thing Johnny had felt since leaving Cody. He snuggled back, anxious not to leave the shelter of the other man’s body too soon.
    He must have fallen asleep. When he opened his eyes, he was alone in the bed, but before he got too disoriented, the sight of March sitting naked at the table, eating and reading the paper, reminded him of where he was.
    Arching in the bed, Johnny stretched, which awakened the dull ache in his buttocks and drew March’s attention.
    “I called room service. I hope you’re hungry.”
    “Trying to fatten me up?”
    “Trying to keep your strength up. The night’s not over yet.”
    Again, the audacious expression gave March’s grin a predatory edge, and Johnny liked the hint of danger.
    His stomach growled and March grinned. “No dress code up here. Come on over and have a bite before we start on dessert.”
    Guessing that dessert was probably going to be him, Johnny rolled out of bed and walked to the table. “What’d you get?”
    “A winner when I got you in my bed.” March ran a hand down Johnny’s flat stomach and growled. “Love the way you walk, boy. Like a wolf on the prowl.”
    “Starving wolf. Feed me.” Johnny sat down.
    March lifted a silver cover. “Cold stuff. Didn’t know how long you’d sleep. Lobster salad. Fruit. Wine. Cheese and bread. If you want anything different, let me know.”
    “This is on the menu?” Johnny was amazed by the lavish variety on the tray.
    “I just asked for what I thought you might like.”
    “I’ve never had lobster before.” Johnny tried it a bit tentatively and discovered he liked it.
    “I hope you like it. I do.”
    “It’s good.” Johnny felt a bit awkward eating naked with a stranger.
    As if March sensed it, he distracted Johnny. “Tell me about that tat. If you don’t mind talking about it.”
    “It’s a cloud ladder. In Diné legend this is the staircase Fire Man used to hang the stars.” Johnny looked down and ran his hand over the ink. He liked how the design moved over his muscles, changing as his skin moved. “When I first started working on a ranch back in school, I wanted something to remind me who I was. Where I came from.”
    Nodding, March said, “When you feel like no one sees you, sometimes you need to do something to set yourself apart. Even if you’re the only one who sees it.”
    “I knew when I decided to work in bull riding, I’d never be able to be out. Diné is another part of me—”
    “Trust me. No one could ever overlook you. You’re very special and beautiful.”
    Johnny laughed and tapped his lopsided nose. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone is going to ask me to model.”
    “I would.” March watched Johnny eat as if it were the most fascinating sight in the world. For some reason it didn’t make Johnny feel self-conscious. Instead he felt proud March was that into him. The intense attention made him hard under the table, a fact he somehow guessed March was aware of even before he went to wash up in the bathroom.
    When he came out, March pinned him to the wall and went to work on his nipples until his knees melted and he was practically sobbing for breath.

    T HE room was dark when he woke again. March still held him within the circle of his arms and was snoring faintly. Johnny grinned. Somehow it seemed to make it more real, like a fart in the middle of a romantic scene where the two lovers were comfortable enough to break up laughing at it.
    Even though March’s cock wedged between his cheeks, his hips flexing as he rubbed slowly in his crease, Johnny felt safe. He could stop March from fucking him and he knew it,