Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

had to pee , but he didn’t think it would mollify Adam. So he went with the truth. “Because it seems important to you, and because I like taking care of you.”
    That softened Adam a little, but not all the way. “I’m sorry I’m such a freak.”
    “You’re not a freak. Quirky, yeah. You seem like you’ve got some skeletons in the closet, a couple you really don’t want out, maybe, but they weigh on your mind. I get that. I been there. Hell, I’m still there on a few counts. You don’t need to apologize for needing what you need. Maybe just trust, though, that I like giving you what you need. Maybe that makes me happy.” Adam looked near tears. Denver stroked his cheek. “I’m gonna go stand at the back bumper. You sit here and think about it, and if you want to try using my tire as a toilet, you do it. Or if not, you can holler at me to take you back to Tucker Springs, and we’ll get you to your apartment and go bowling after all. Or we can cut the difference and find somewhere decent in Telluride. Whatever you want, baby.”
    He kissed Adam on the forehead, gave his shoulder one last squeeze, and got out of the truck.
    For a long time, nothing happened. The door to the truck didn’t open, but neither did Adam stick his head out and ask Denver to take him back. After doing some tire watering of his own, Denver figured he’d give Adam another ten minutes, then go back and check on him.
    In the meantime, he leaned against the back of his truck and enjoyed some beautiful Colorado day.
    Just before he was about to head back to the cab, the door opened. Denver turned enough that he could glance at what was happening, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Adam slink out, shut the door, and head to the front of the truck. Ridiculous as it was, Denver held his breath, letting it out in a silent sigh, a smile playing on his lips, as he heard the unmistakable sound of piss hitting dirt. It stopped. The door opened again—wet wipes, Denver realized with a wider smile—and then closed.
    A minute later, a subdued Adam appeared around the back of the truck.
    “Thank you,” he said, very quietly.
    “Not a problem.” Denver tipped his hat. “So. You want to head deeper into the mountains, or meander back toward home?”
    “Actually.” Adam hugged the corner of his side of the truck like it was a lifeline. “Actually, I wondered if we could stay here a little while? If that would be okay?”
    Denver tried not to look surprised. “Sure thing. This clearly isn’t a maintained road. I just figured it was a little too remote for anything but nature’s toilet for you.”
    “No. I mean—yes, it scared me a little at first. But not now. Do you think—would it be okay? Do you want to?”
    Whether it was the softness, the meekness, or just the Adam-ness of it all, Denver didn’t know, but the guy just made him melt. Hell, he’d walk to Durango barefoot in the dark if Adam asked like that. “Sure thing, baby.” He smiled and reached for the latch to the tailgate, lowering it slowly. Adam sat down on the edge, and Denver followed suit—scooting back a little, because he was a heavy fucker—but he drew Adam up beside him. He figured they were going to talk a bit. Maybe Adam would even tell him what it was that had upset him so much. It felt like that part of the movie, and he was fine with that. Hell. Maybe he’d unload his own closets. This was a good place for that, and with a good person. No doubt it was more than time. For the first time ever, the idea didn’t scare him. He was almost looking forward to it.
    Adam turned around so he could face Denver, and Denver leaned back onto his elbows on the truck bed. He smiled at the consternation on Adam’s face. It was all but busting out of him. Denver didn’t want to rush him, but he did want to encourage him. “It’s okay, baby. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
    Adam hesitated a second longer. Then he reached out, put his hand in the center of Denver’s chest, and leaned in close.
    The hesitation in his gaze gave way to naked lust. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Right here, right in the open where bears or mountain lions could eat me. I want you to hold me down and fuck every hole I have and make me scream.”
    Denver blinked, a little dizzy as his softened center gave way to eager dick. “Okay.”
    Adam smiled. Then he took Denver’s face in his hands and seared his mouth closed with a burning kiss.

It was terrifying, being this exposed,