Wanted: Dead or Alive
Title: Wanted: Dead or Alive
Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk) & Moraya (mesnica)
Rating: NC-17
Type: LOTR RPS/Lost FPS
Pairing: Orlando/Sawyer
Summary: Orlando has a cowboy fetish.
Warnings: AU, misuse of chaps
Disclaimer: If we would own them, we'd show you the video instead of writing it down.
Beta: The lovely rawiyaparand, thank you.
Feedback: Yehah!
A/N: Blame Sadie for the pairing, blame Moraya for jumping on board and feel free to blame both of us if you need a shower after reading.
Wanted: Dead or Alive
Sawyer downed his shot of whiskey and licked his full bottom lip, savouring the lingering taste. He brought his cigarette up to his lips and sucked in the smooth smoke. It had been a shit week, hell it had been a shit life if truth be told, and a drink was just what was needed.
"Another," he said, nodding to the bartender. The bartender, Willy, knew better than to start a conversation with Sawyer; the blond wasn't exactly the talkative type.
He sat down the drink in front of the brooding man and went to serve a young man, who was sitting at the other end of the bar. The bar was dead for a Saturday night, not that it was ever all that lively.
"What can I get you?" Willy asked in his strong Southern accent.
"Um, a beer please."
Sawyer's head shot up at the sound of a soft British accent and suddenly his night seemed to be perking up. He turned around on the bar stool to watch the young guy sitting a few feet away from him. Slowly, he let his eyes rake up the slim body clothed in a pair of tight dark jeans and a deep red T-shirt, also skin-tight. Dark curls framed a face that should have been on the cover of a magazine, not in this hellhole of a town.
Sawyer watched as the Brit took the beer the bartender had put before him, raised it to his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls before putting it down again. Seeing the muscles in his throat work made Sawyer's jeans tighten almost uncomfortably.
"S'on me," Sawyer said in his sexy Southern drawl, sliding some notes over the bar to Willy.
The young Brit looked over at Sawyer and smiled coyly. "And why would it be on you?" he asked teasingly.
Sawyer treated him to his most roguish smile. "Maybe I just don't feel like drinking alone."
The young man smiled back at him, grabbing his beer and sliding up next to Sawyer. "Really? I thought places like this were made for drinking alone. For people who want to come and drown their sorrows."
"Aww," Sawyer said teasingly. "You got sorrows, baby?"
The Brit laughed and shook his head. "I'm just a tourist, looking for some fun." He looked Sawyer up and down, making the blond grin widely. "I'm Orlando."
"Name's Sawyer." He took his whiskey and downed the rest with one gulp. "Fun, huh? Good thing I found you then, can't have that much fun all on your own."
"But I've got you now," Orlando purred.
"That you do. Want one of these, too?" Sawyer gestured to his now empty glass. At Orlando's nod, he motioned for Willy to bring them two more whiskeys.
"So, Puddin, what brings you all the way out here? I would think if you were going to visit America you'd want to see the big cities, not some hick town that no one's heard of." Sawyer eyed the beautiful stranger carefully. The kid certainly didn't look like he belonged.
Orlando snorted. "Maybe I was hoping to bag me a cowboy." He winked and took a cautious sip of his drink before screwing up his face and coughing a little.
Sawyer laughed and rubbed his back gently. This young man was adorable. God, Sawyer wanted to taste every inch of him, starting with his lips.
"Baby, I ain't no cowboy." He moved closer to Orlando, so that his mouth was right by the Brit's ear. "But if you like, I'll give you the riding of your life."
Orlando's eyes twinkled as he leaned in to the older man. "Can hardly wait for that," he said while turning his head. He licked his lips watching how Sawyer's eyes darkened before leaning in and pressing them to the other man's.
Both opened their mouths simultaneously, lips and teeth clashing against the others, neither of them caring about Willy or the only other customer sitting in the corner, nursing his beer. Whiskey mixed with beer and saliva in a messy and fervent battle in which neither one would surrender. When they finally parted Orlando was practically sitting in Sawyer's lap, both of them breathing heavily.
Sawyer picked up his drink, downed it in one, dropped some notes on to the bar and grabbed Orlando's hand. "Let's go."
Orlando grinned and followed Sawyer out of the bar.
"Do you often pick up strange men in bars?" Orlando asked him as Sawyer held his hand up to a passing cab and opened the door when it stopped.
"Yes," he answered honestly. "Though living all the way out here, not as often as I'd like."
Sawyer slid in the car after Orlando and gave the driver an address. "Gonna take about ten minutes until we're there," he said when the cab started moving.
"Too long," Orlando answered, sliding up to Sawyer and pressing his mouth to the other man's again.
Sawyer hauled the younger man's body to his own, pressing their bodies together. He could feel Orlando's hard-on pressing against his hip. Ten minutes really really was much too long.
Dragging Orlando's shirt out of his jeans, he slid his hands over the younger man's lower back and sides, lightly dipping under the waist band of his too tight pants.
"Fuck," he murmured against Orlando's lips before twisting one hand between their bodies and popping the top button of Orlando's jeans open.
Orlando sighed when the pressure on his cock lessened.
Sawyer latched on to Orlando's neck and sucked and kissed. The younger man let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes as Sawyer's hand slid into his jeans, massaging his engorged cock.
"You like that baby?"
Orlando could only nod and whimper as Sawyer's fingers flexed and teased. "You're gonna like it even more when I get you home, boy. Gonna like having my cock up your ass."
Orlando groaned and began thrusting up into Sawyer's hand.
Sawyer knew he shouldn't be doing this in the back seat of a cab but the driver didn't seem to mind, and his loud country and western music was drowning them out anyway.
He licked around the shell of Orlando's ear and began pumping his erection vigorously, wanting to give the young man some relief before the main course.
Orlando pressed his body closer to Sawyer's, fucking the other man's hand as much as possible in the restricted place the backseat of a car allowed. He let his head fall on Sawyer's shoulder, prompting the man to attack his neck, sucking and nibbling on the delicate skin.
Sawyer's other hand dropped to the Brit's ass, stroking it through the surprisingly thin material of his jeans before slipping under the waistband. The country music from the cab's radio mixed with heavy panting and groans.
"Oh God," Orlando moaned quietly when he felt the pressure in his body increasing. A finger pressed lightly against his opening, not quite slipping inside.
"That's it baby," Sawyer encouraged him, flicking his thumb against the weeping head of Orlando's cock.
With a groan Orlando let himself go, spilling his release over Sawyer's hand before slumping drained against the other man.
* * * * *
Once inside Sawyer's house, a small farmhouse that once belonged to his parents, Orlando suddenly seemed almost shy. The beautiful young man looked almost uncomfortable as he followed Sawyer into the kitchen. The blonde removed two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and handed one to Orlando, who was leaning against one of the counters.
Orlando sipped at his beer, his eyes darting around the room. It was homely, as though it were frozen in time from when Sawyer's family still lived here. His eyes finally returned to Sawyer, who was leaning against the counter opposite him, and saw that the other man was watching him with a smirk. Sawyer placed his beer down on the counter and strode forward like a predator.
"You gonna turn all coy on me, boy?" he asked with great amusement. He reached out and tucked one of Orlando's errant curls behind his ear.
"No," Orlando replied almost defensively.
Sawyer grinned. "Good." He leaned forward, taking the beer from Orlando's hand and ravaged his mouth. Orlando groaned as his mouth was invaded by Sawyer's hot, slippery tongue.
Wrapping his arms around the other man, Orlando pressed closer, opening his mouth further. Sawyer's tongue wrapped around his, stroking and playing with it and Orlando clung even tighter to him.
Sawyer pushed the Brit against the counter, trapping him with his body. Their erections pressed against each others, both moaning into the kiss at the contact. Orlando's hands roamed over Sawyer's back, pulling the T-shirt from the jeans to get to the skin underneath. The American quickly broke the kiss to divest himself completely of the garment, before enclosing Orlando in his arms again. Instead of kissing him once more, he pressed his lips to Orlando's neck, sucking and marking the skin.
Orlando gasped, feeling overwhelmed and more excited than he could ever remember being. He wasn't a stranger to one-night-stands, but hardly ever did someone make him feel the way Sawyer did. Barely ten minutes ago had he come in the backseat of a taxi and he was already so hard again it hurt.
Sawyer's hands had found their way under Orlando's shirt, stroking the skin on his sides and his back while he rotated his pelvis against Orlando's groin.
"Stop," Orlando moaned.
Sawyer looked into Orlando's dilated eyes and grinned. "What's wrong, baby? Afraid you're gonna pop your cork too soon?"
Orlando tried to glare at him but he was just too damn horny. "Just take me up stairs," he practically begged.
Sawyer's grin only got wider. "Be my pleasure, darlin." He grabbed Orlando round the middle and lifted him up into a fireman's lift.
Orlando laughed and squirmed in his arms and Sawyer playfully swatted his backside.
"What the hell are you doing?" Orlando asked as Sawyer made for the stairs.
"I'm taking you upstairs, just like you asked for."
Sawyer took him up to his bedroom and dumped him on the bed. Orlando scrambled up onto his knees and watched Sawyer as he stroked his hand over his own well defined chest and stomach. Orlando knew he was staring but he didn't care.
Sawyer unbuttoned his jeans but left them on as he got up on the bed and crawled over to Orlando. He took the younger man in his arms and kissed him hard. "Damn boy, you got any idea what you do to me?"
"Show me." Orlando grinned.
"Oh, I'll show you alright," Sawyer answered before pushing the other man flat on his back.
Orlando laughed as Sawyer attacked his clothes. In seconds he had divested him of his docs and ripped his socks, T-shirt and jeans off, baring Orlando to his gaze. He slid his own jeans off and sat down on his heels to look at the flushed form lying beneath him before leaning down to press another kiss to Orlando's moist lips.
Orlando wrapped his arms around Sawyer, pulling him tighter to himself and bringing their naked bodies in alignment. Their cocks rubbed against one another, for the first time without the barrier of clothing, making both men groan into the kiss.
Not letting go of Orlando's mouth, Sawyer spread the Brit's legs to fit more comfortably between them. His hands stroked the outside of Orlando's thighs, then up to his sides.
Sawyer began kissing his way down Orlando's body, stopping to lick over a cinnamon coloured nipple. "Damn boy, you taste as good as you look." The blond moaned as he sucked the brown nub into his mouth and bit down gently. Orlando's hands flew to Sawyer's hair and he pulled at it helplessly as white, hot pleasure pooled in his groin.
"Sawyer?" Orlando asked breathlessly.
Sawyer simply grunted and moved to the other nipple.
"Sawyer?" Orlando tried again.
"What is it kid, I'm working here," he said almost irritably.
"I, um, never mind." Orlando closed his eyes and turned his face away from Sawyer. Instantly Sawyer felt a wave of guilt go through him. He really had to watch that short fuse of his. He didn't know what it was about this kid, but he felt as though he wanted to protect Orlando from people like himself. Lying beneath him right now, the boy looked so vulnerable.
"What is it?" he asked in a softer tone, stroking Orlando's hair back from his face. Orlando opened his eyes and nuzzled into Sawyer's hand as it reached his cheek. "I just, I kind of have this fantasy."
Sawyer's face split into a grin. "Yeah? What kind of fantasy? Does it involve rope?"
Orlando chuckled a little and shook his head. "I've always, all my life, had this fantasy about... a cowboy."
"You want me to dress up?" Sawyer asked incredulously.
"I just thought that maybe you might have a cowboy hat as you live out here or something, but if you don't want to..." Orlando trailed off, eyes cast downwards, the disappointment clearly written on his face.
"Never said that baby." Sawyer leaned down to kiss Orlando quickly, then chuckled. "There might even be a pair of chaps somewhere round here. You want me to wear those too?" he joked.
He saw the way Orlando's eyes darkened with arousal and he shook his head.
"Oh fuck me," Sawyer groaned. "Hell baby, if it means I get to bury my cock into your tight ass, I'd wear a fucking pink tutu."
Orlando giggled at the mental image.
When Sawyer came back, he was wearing nothing but a white cowboy hat and a pair of worn, brown leather chaps. His proud, erect cock was jutting from the hole around his crotch and he just might have been the sexiest thing Orlando had ever seen
Sawyer looked down at himself, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous. "This sorta what you had in mind?"
Orlando raised himself up on his elbows and let his eyes travel down Sawyer's firm, exquisite body. "Oh fuck."
Sawyer grinned at Orlando's strong reaction. "Yes we will."
He got up on to the bed and crawled over to Orlando, kissing him roughly and pushing him down flat. "Now if memory serves, I promised you a ridding."
It was a fantasy come true for Orlando. The moment Sawyer had stepped back into the bedroom, his cock had hardened further and his heartbeat sped up. Then the other man had covered his body with his and the feel of the leather sliding against his legs had him moaning into Sawyer's mouth. Orlando wrapped one of his legs around Sawyer, pressing his heel against the bare skin of Sawyer's ass, feeling the smooth material of the chaps rubbing against his inner thigh. Their naked cocks ground against each other, much the same as their tongues tangled in Orlando's mouth.
Attempting to get even closer, Orlando clawed at Sawyer's back, clinging and scratching. Sawyer gyrated his hips, pressing his groin against Orlando's. His hands roamed Orlando's sides, travelling up and down, stroking the soft skin. Finally breaking the kiss, he pushed his upper body away from Orlando to look at the panting vision under him. Orlando's eyes were closed in pleasure, his lips wet and swollen, the messy, sweaty curls clinging to the sides of his face.
"Well, if you ain't just about the prettiest thing I ever seen," Sawyer said huskily. He knelt up and watched as Orlando clambered on to his knees to bend down and lick a trail up Sawyer's proud cock.
He swirled his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth. Orlando closed his eyes and moaned around the mushroomed head.
Sawyer's head fell back and he groaned loudly. "God damn."
After a few minutes of what was arguably the best cock sucking of his life, Sawyer reluctantly pulled Orlando's mouth off him. "Damn baby, I've been on the verge of coming since the back of the taxi; if you want me to fulfil that fantasy of yours then you'd better stop."
Orlando looked up at him, wet and swollen lips, flushed cheeks, tousled hair and dilated pupils. The boy was walking sex. "Roll on to your front. I'm gonna open you with my tongue," Sawyer growled into his ear.
Orlando whimpered and did as he was told, biting his lip and clenching his fists.
Sawyer spread Orlando's legs wide and started licking and biting his way up to the juncture of Orlando's thighs. Orlando's hands clenched in the sheets. Sawyer pulled Orlando up onto all fours and he bent his head down to quickly lick the pearls of fluid leaking from Orlando's cock before putting his arm under one of Orlando's legs and pushing it up, opening his hole.
His hands slid over Orlando's ass, spreading the cheeks. He bent down, sucking one of Orlando's hanging balls into his mouth before letting it go again and finally running his tongue down the creak of Orlando's ass.
At the first swipe over his hole, Orlando let out a deep groan. He felt the wet muscle flickering over the entrance of his body, hands spreading his cheeks, the tip of Sawyer's tongue darting in just a tiny fraction.
"Don't tease," he moaned, feeling Sawyer grin against his bare ass before the tongue was suddenly thrust deep inside him. "God, oh God."
Sawyer fucked Orlando with his tongue until the boy was pushing his ass back into Sawyer's face. "Please. Now, I need your cock, please."
Sawyer grinned at Orlando's incoherence and wiggled his tongue inside just a little more before removing it and placing a kiss to Orlando's cheeks.
"Okay baby, stay there." Sawyer reached over into his drawer and removed a tube of lube and a condom. He opened the condom and put it on, before coating his straining length with the lube and positioning it at Orlando's entrance.
The young man was pushing back, desperate to feel Sawyer's big cock in his ass. As he was breached, he hissed and swore loudly. "Fuck."
Sawyer tipped his cowboy hat slightly and thrust into the tight heat surrounding him. "Damn boy," he groaned, slapping Orlando's ass. "You feel good."
He held still for a moment, wanting to savour the feeling of being buried balls deep into the most alluring man he had come across in months, years even. Orlando wriggled, and he smirked.
"Move dammit!." Orlando arched up, trying to get the man to do something.
Slowly Sawyer pulled out almost entirely before slamming inside again.
"Fuck," Orlando gasped and Sawyer did it again. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with moans and pants.
Orlando met every trust, pushing his ass back onto Sawyer's cock, pulling him deeper and deeper. Then Sawyer changed the angle of his thrusts so that his cock brushed against Orlando's prostate and the young man swore out loud.
"Oh, Sawyer," Orlando moaned, his face contorted with his need.
Sawyer listened to Orlando's moans and sped up his thrusts, angling to hit the kid's prostate and making him cry out again.
The two men moved together, both sweaty and panting. Sawyer could feel the sweat beading under the rim of his hat and he had to resist the urge to knock it off. He knew he was doing it for Orlando, so he simply blew air up into his face.
Orlando's hands were reaching for Sawyer's thighs, to pull him closer, silently begging him to fuck him harder, rougher. "Sawyer," he whimpered, pushing back, impaling himself on the other man's cock.
Reaching round, Sawyer took Orlando's cock in his hand, smearing the precome around the head with his thumb, before jerking it. Orlando mewled and clenched his muscles around Sawyer's cock.
"You're killing me kid," Sawyer panted as his thrusts became erratic. Wanting to bring Orlando over the edge at the same time, he twisted his wrist on Orlando's cock.
"Fuck," Orlando groaned. "Gonna come... so close."
Sawyer fisted Orlando's cock even faster and used his other hand to pinch one of Orlando's nipples. With a shout the Brit arched and came, his come spilling out in spurts, covering the bed and Sawyer's hand.
Sawyer closed his eyes against the assault on his cock as Orlando's body tightened around him like a vice. "Oh, fuck." He thrust inside the tight, clenching heat a few more times before spilling himself into the condom.
Sawyer let himself collapse on top of Orlando and he buried his face in the boy's sweaty curls, knocking the cowboy hat off as he did. He lay there, breathing heavily, until he heard Orlando laugh from underneath him.
Sawyer lifted himself up and looked at Orlando's laughing face. "What's so damn funny?"
Orlando sat up, rubbing his chest, and grinned at Sawyer. "That was fucking amazing. You were well worth the wait."
Sawyer grinned with him but raised an eyebrow. "The fuck you talking about?"
Orlando looked down sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "I told you I had a thing for cowboys."
Sawyer nodded, reaching over to stroke Orlando's damp curls.
"Well, that's how I knew I was gay. I was fifteen and we came to America on holiday. We went to a rodeo and I watched this gorgeous cowboy ride the bull. I've kind of been thinking of him ever since."
Sawyer chuckled and kissed his shoulder. "Baby, I ain't never ridden no bull."
"I know it wasn't you," Orlando said, rolling his eyes. "It wasn't that particular cowboy, anyway it was the idea of him." Orlando rolled Sawyer on to his back and covered his body with his own. "And now I have a cowboy of my very own." He leaned down and captured Sawyer's lips in a tender kiss.
Sawyer lost himself in the kiss and when Orlando pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, Sawyer grinned. "Yes, you do."
THE END
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Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk) & Moraya (mesnica)
Rating: NC-17
Type: LOTR RPS/Lost FPS
Pairing: Orlando/Sawyer
Summary: Orlando has a cowboy fetish.
Warnings: AU, misuse of chaps
Disclaimer: If we would own them, we'd show you the video instead of writing it down.
Beta: The lovely rawiyaparand, thank you.
Feedback: Yehah!
A/N: Blame Sadie for the pairing, blame Moraya for jumping on board and feel free to blame both of us if you need a shower after reading.
Wanted: Dead or Alive
Sawyer downed his shot of whiskey and licked his full bottom lip, savouring the lingering taste. He brought his cigarette up to his lips and sucked in the smooth smoke. It had been a shit week, hell it had been a shit life if truth be told, and a drink was just what was needed.
"Another," he said, nodding to the bartender. The bartender, Willy, knew better than to start a conversation with Sawyer; the blond wasn't exactly the talkative type.
He sat down the drink in front of the brooding man and went to serve a young man, who was sitting at the other end of the bar. The bar was dead for a Saturday night, not that it was ever all that lively.
"What can I get you?" Willy asked in his strong Southern accent.
"Um, a beer please."
Sawyer's head shot up at the sound of a soft British accent and suddenly his night seemed to be perking up. He turned around on the bar stool to watch the young guy sitting a few feet away from him. Slowly, he let his eyes rake up the slim body clothed in a pair of tight dark jeans and a deep red T-shirt, also skin-tight. Dark curls framed a face that should have been on the cover of a magazine, not in this hellhole of a town.
Sawyer watched as the Brit took the beer the bartender had put before him, raised it to his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls before putting it down again. Seeing the muscles in his throat work made Sawyer's jeans tighten almost uncomfortably.
"S'on me," Sawyer said in his sexy Southern drawl, sliding some notes over the bar to Willy.
The young Brit looked over at Sawyer and smiled coyly. "And why would it be on you?" he asked teasingly.
Sawyer treated him to his most roguish smile. "Maybe I just don't feel like drinking alone."
The young man smiled back at him, grabbing his beer and sliding up next to Sawyer. "Really? I thought places like this were made for drinking alone. For people who want to come and drown their sorrows."
"Aww," Sawyer said teasingly. "You got sorrows, baby?"
The Brit laughed and shook his head. "I'm just a tourist, looking for some fun." He looked Sawyer up and down, making the blond grin widely. "I'm Orlando."
"Name's Sawyer." He took his whiskey and downed the rest with one gulp. "Fun, huh? Good thing I found you then, can't have that much fun all on your own."
"But I've got you now," Orlando purred.
"That you do. Want one of these, too?" Sawyer gestured to his now empty glass. At Orlando's nod, he motioned for Willy to bring them two more whiskeys.
"So, Puddin, what brings you all the way out here? I would think if you were going to visit America you'd want to see the big cities, not some hick town that no one's heard of." Sawyer eyed the beautiful stranger carefully. The kid certainly didn't look like he belonged.
Orlando snorted. "Maybe I was hoping to bag me a cowboy." He winked and took a cautious sip of his drink before screwing up his face and coughing a little.
Sawyer laughed and rubbed his back gently. This young man was adorable. God, Sawyer wanted to taste every inch of him, starting with his lips.
"Baby, I ain't no cowboy." He moved closer to Orlando, so that his mouth was right by the Brit's ear. "But if you like, I'll give you the riding of your life."
Orlando's eyes twinkled as he leaned in to the older man. "Can hardly wait for that," he said while turning his head. He licked his lips watching how Sawyer's eyes darkened before leaning in and pressing them to the other man's.
Both opened their mouths simultaneously, lips and teeth clashing against the others, neither of them caring about Willy or the only other customer sitting in the corner, nursing his beer. Whiskey mixed with beer and saliva in a messy and fervent battle in which neither one would surrender. When they finally parted Orlando was practically sitting in Sawyer's lap, both of them breathing heavily.
Sawyer picked up his drink, downed it in one, dropped some notes on to the bar and grabbed Orlando's hand. "Let's go."
Orlando grinned and followed Sawyer out of the bar.
"Do you often pick up strange men in bars?" Orlando asked him as Sawyer held his hand up to a passing cab and opened the door when it stopped.
"Yes," he answered honestly. "Though living all the way out here, not as often as I'd like."
Sawyer slid in the car after Orlando and gave the driver an address. "Gonna take about ten minutes until we're there," he said when the cab started moving.
"Too long," Orlando answered, sliding up to Sawyer and pressing his mouth to the other man's again.
Sawyer hauled the younger man's body to his own, pressing their bodies together. He could feel Orlando's hard-on pressing against his hip. Ten minutes really really was much too long.
Dragging Orlando's shirt out of his jeans, he slid his hands over the younger man's lower back and sides, lightly dipping under the waist band of his too tight pants.
"Fuck," he murmured against Orlando's lips before twisting one hand between their bodies and popping the top button of Orlando's jeans open.
Orlando sighed when the pressure on his cock lessened.
Sawyer latched on to Orlando's neck and sucked and kissed. The younger man let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes as Sawyer's hand slid into his jeans, massaging his engorged cock.
"You like that baby?"
Orlando could only nod and whimper as Sawyer's fingers flexed and teased. "You're gonna like it even more when I get you home, boy. Gonna like having my cock up your ass."
Orlando groaned and began thrusting up into Sawyer's hand.
Sawyer knew he shouldn't be doing this in the back seat of a cab but the driver didn't seem to mind, and his loud country and western music was drowning them out anyway.
He licked around the shell of Orlando's ear and began pumping his erection vigorously, wanting to give the young man some relief before the main course.
Orlando pressed his body closer to Sawyer's, fucking the other man's hand as much as possible in the restricted place the backseat of a car allowed. He let his head fall on Sawyer's shoulder, prompting the man to attack his neck, sucking and nibbling on the delicate skin.
Sawyer's other hand dropped to the Brit's ass, stroking it through the surprisingly thin material of his jeans before slipping under the waistband. The country music from the cab's radio mixed with heavy panting and groans.
"Oh God," Orlando moaned quietly when he felt the pressure in his body increasing. A finger pressed lightly against his opening, not quite slipping inside.
"That's it baby," Sawyer encouraged him, flicking his thumb against the weeping head of Orlando's cock.
With a groan Orlando let himself go, spilling his release over Sawyer's hand before slumping drained against the other man.
* * * * *
Once inside Sawyer's house, a small farmhouse that once belonged to his parents, Orlando suddenly seemed almost shy. The beautiful young man looked almost uncomfortable as he followed Sawyer into the kitchen. The blonde removed two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and handed one to Orlando, who was leaning against one of the counters.
Orlando sipped at his beer, his eyes darting around the room. It was homely, as though it were frozen in time from when Sawyer's family still lived here. His eyes finally returned to Sawyer, who was leaning against the counter opposite him, and saw that the other man was watching him with a smirk. Sawyer placed his beer down on the counter and strode forward like a predator.
"You gonna turn all coy on me, boy?" he asked with great amusement. He reached out and tucked one of Orlando's errant curls behind his ear.
"No," Orlando replied almost defensively.
Sawyer grinned. "Good." He leaned forward, taking the beer from Orlando's hand and ravaged his mouth. Orlando groaned as his mouth was invaded by Sawyer's hot, slippery tongue.
Wrapping his arms around the other man, Orlando pressed closer, opening his mouth further. Sawyer's tongue wrapped around his, stroking and playing with it and Orlando clung even tighter to him.
Sawyer pushed the Brit against the counter, trapping him with his body. Their erections pressed against each others, both moaning into the kiss at the contact. Orlando's hands roamed over Sawyer's back, pulling the T-shirt from the jeans to get to the skin underneath. The American quickly broke the kiss to divest himself completely of the garment, before enclosing Orlando in his arms again. Instead of kissing him once more, he pressed his lips to Orlando's neck, sucking and marking the skin.
Orlando gasped, feeling overwhelmed and more excited than he could ever remember being. He wasn't a stranger to one-night-stands, but hardly ever did someone make him feel the way Sawyer did. Barely ten minutes ago had he come in the backseat of a taxi and he was already so hard again it hurt.
Sawyer's hands had found their way under Orlando's shirt, stroking the skin on his sides and his back while he rotated his pelvis against Orlando's groin.
"Stop," Orlando moaned.
Sawyer looked into Orlando's dilated eyes and grinned. "What's wrong, baby? Afraid you're gonna pop your cork too soon?"
Orlando tried to glare at him but he was just too damn horny. "Just take me up stairs," he practically begged.
Sawyer's grin only got wider. "Be my pleasure, darlin." He grabbed Orlando round the middle and lifted him up into a fireman's lift.
Orlando laughed and squirmed in his arms and Sawyer playfully swatted his backside.
"What the hell are you doing?" Orlando asked as Sawyer made for the stairs.
"I'm taking you upstairs, just like you asked for."
Sawyer took him up to his bedroom and dumped him on the bed. Orlando scrambled up onto his knees and watched Sawyer as he stroked his hand over his own well defined chest and stomach. Orlando knew he was staring but he didn't care.
Sawyer unbuttoned his jeans but left them on as he got up on the bed and crawled over to Orlando. He took the younger man in his arms and kissed him hard. "Damn boy, you got any idea what you do to me?"
"Show me." Orlando grinned.
"Oh, I'll show you alright," Sawyer answered before pushing the other man flat on his back.
Orlando laughed as Sawyer attacked his clothes. In seconds he had divested him of his docs and ripped his socks, T-shirt and jeans off, baring Orlando to his gaze. He slid his own jeans off and sat down on his heels to look at the flushed form lying beneath him before leaning down to press another kiss to Orlando's moist lips.
Orlando wrapped his arms around Sawyer, pulling him tighter to himself and bringing their naked bodies in alignment. Their cocks rubbed against one another, for the first time without the barrier of clothing, making both men groan into the kiss.
Not letting go of Orlando's mouth, Sawyer spread the Brit's legs to fit more comfortably between them. His hands stroked the outside of Orlando's thighs, then up to his sides.
Sawyer began kissing his way down Orlando's body, stopping to lick over a cinnamon coloured nipple. "Damn boy, you taste as good as you look." The blond moaned as he sucked the brown nub into his mouth and bit down gently. Orlando's hands flew to Sawyer's hair and he pulled at it helplessly as white, hot pleasure pooled in his groin.
"Sawyer?" Orlando asked breathlessly.
Sawyer simply grunted and moved to the other nipple.
"Sawyer?" Orlando tried again.
"What is it kid, I'm working here," he said almost irritably.
"I, um, never mind." Orlando closed his eyes and turned his face away from Sawyer. Instantly Sawyer felt a wave of guilt go through him. He really had to watch that short fuse of his. He didn't know what it was about this kid, but he felt as though he wanted to protect Orlando from people like himself. Lying beneath him right now, the boy looked so vulnerable.
"What is it?" he asked in a softer tone, stroking Orlando's hair back from his face. Orlando opened his eyes and nuzzled into Sawyer's hand as it reached his cheek. "I just, I kind of have this fantasy."
Sawyer's face split into a grin. "Yeah? What kind of fantasy? Does it involve rope?"
Orlando chuckled a little and shook his head. "I've always, all my life, had this fantasy about... a cowboy."
"You want me to dress up?" Sawyer asked incredulously.
"I just thought that maybe you might have a cowboy hat as you live out here or something, but if you don't want to..." Orlando trailed off, eyes cast downwards, the disappointment clearly written on his face.
"Never said that baby." Sawyer leaned down to kiss Orlando quickly, then chuckled. "There might even be a pair of chaps somewhere round here. You want me to wear those too?" he joked.
He saw the way Orlando's eyes darkened with arousal and he shook his head.
"Oh fuck me," Sawyer groaned. "Hell baby, if it means I get to bury my cock into your tight ass, I'd wear a fucking pink tutu."
Orlando giggled at the mental image.
When Sawyer came back, he was wearing nothing but a white cowboy hat and a pair of worn, brown leather chaps. His proud, erect cock was jutting from the hole around his crotch and he just might have been the sexiest thing Orlando had ever seen
Sawyer looked down at himself, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous. "This sorta what you had in mind?"
Orlando raised himself up on his elbows and let his eyes travel down Sawyer's firm, exquisite body. "Oh fuck."
Sawyer grinned at Orlando's strong reaction. "Yes we will."
He got up on to the bed and crawled over to Orlando, kissing him roughly and pushing him down flat. "Now if memory serves, I promised you a ridding."
It was a fantasy come true for Orlando. The moment Sawyer had stepped back into the bedroom, his cock had hardened further and his heartbeat sped up. Then the other man had covered his body with his and the feel of the leather sliding against his legs had him moaning into Sawyer's mouth. Orlando wrapped one of his legs around Sawyer, pressing his heel against the bare skin of Sawyer's ass, feeling the smooth material of the chaps rubbing against his inner thigh. Their naked cocks ground against each other, much the same as their tongues tangled in Orlando's mouth.
Attempting to get even closer, Orlando clawed at Sawyer's back, clinging and scratching. Sawyer gyrated his hips, pressing his groin against Orlando's. His hands roamed Orlando's sides, travelling up and down, stroking the soft skin. Finally breaking the kiss, he pushed his upper body away from Orlando to look at the panting vision under him. Orlando's eyes were closed in pleasure, his lips wet and swollen, the messy, sweaty curls clinging to the sides of his face.
"Well, if you ain't just about the prettiest thing I ever seen," Sawyer said huskily. He knelt up and watched as Orlando clambered on to his knees to bend down and lick a trail up Sawyer's proud cock.
He swirled his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth. Orlando closed his eyes and moaned around the mushroomed head.
Sawyer's head fell back and he groaned loudly. "God damn."
After a few minutes of what was arguably the best cock sucking of his life, Sawyer reluctantly pulled Orlando's mouth off him. "Damn baby, I've been on the verge of coming since the back of the taxi; if you want me to fulfil that fantasy of yours then you'd better stop."
Orlando looked up at him, wet and swollen lips, flushed cheeks, tousled hair and dilated pupils. The boy was walking sex. "Roll on to your front. I'm gonna open you with my tongue," Sawyer growled into his ear.
Orlando whimpered and did as he was told, biting his lip and clenching his fists.
Sawyer spread Orlando's legs wide and started licking and biting his way up to the juncture of Orlando's thighs. Orlando's hands clenched in the sheets. Sawyer pulled Orlando up onto all fours and he bent his head down to quickly lick the pearls of fluid leaking from Orlando's cock before putting his arm under one of Orlando's legs and pushing it up, opening his hole.
His hands slid over Orlando's ass, spreading the cheeks. He bent down, sucking one of Orlando's hanging balls into his mouth before letting it go again and finally running his tongue down the creak of Orlando's ass.
At the first swipe over his hole, Orlando let out a deep groan. He felt the wet muscle flickering over the entrance of his body, hands spreading his cheeks, the tip of Sawyer's tongue darting in just a tiny fraction.
"Don't tease," he moaned, feeling Sawyer grin against his bare ass before the tongue was suddenly thrust deep inside him. "God, oh God."
Sawyer fucked Orlando with his tongue until the boy was pushing his ass back into Sawyer's face. "Please. Now, I need your cock, please."
Sawyer grinned at Orlando's incoherence and wiggled his tongue inside just a little more before removing it and placing a kiss to Orlando's cheeks.
"Okay baby, stay there." Sawyer reached over into his drawer and removed a tube of lube and a condom. He opened the condom and put it on, before coating his straining length with the lube and positioning it at Orlando's entrance.
The young man was pushing back, desperate to feel Sawyer's big cock in his ass. As he was breached, he hissed and swore loudly. "Fuck."
Sawyer tipped his cowboy hat slightly and thrust into the tight heat surrounding him. "Damn boy," he groaned, slapping Orlando's ass. "You feel good."
He held still for a moment, wanting to savour the feeling of being buried balls deep into the most alluring man he had come across in months, years even. Orlando wriggled, and he smirked.
"Move dammit!." Orlando arched up, trying to get the man to do something.
Slowly Sawyer pulled out almost entirely before slamming inside again.
"Fuck," Orlando gasped and Sawyer did it again. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with moans and pants.
Orlando met every trust, pushing his ass back onto Sawyer's cock, pulling him deeper and deeper. Then Sawyer changed the angle of his thrusts so that his cock brushed against Orlando's prostate and the young man swore out loud.
"Oh, Sawyer," Orlando moaned, his face contorted with his need.
Sawyer listened to Orlando's moans and sped up his thrusts, angling to hit the kid's prostate and making him cry out again.
The two men moved together, both sweaty and panting. Sawyer could feel the sweat beading under the rim of his hat and he had to resist the urge to knock it off. He knew he was doing it for Orlando, so he simply blew air up into his face.
Orlando's hands were reaching for Sawyer's thighs, to pull him closer, silently begging him to fuck him harder, rougher. "Sawyer," he whimpered, pushing back, impaling himself on the other man's cock.
Reaching round, Sawyer took Orlando's cock in his hand, smearing the precome around the head with his thumb, before jerking it. Orlando mewled and clenched his muscles around Sawyer's cock.
"You're killing me kid," Sawyer panted as his thrusts became erratic. Wanting to bring Orlando over the edge at the same time, he twisted his wrist on Orlando's cock.
"Fuck," Orlando groaned. "Gonna come... so close."
Sawyer fisted Orlando's cock even faster and used his other hand to pinch one of Orlando's nipples. With a shout the Brit arched and came, his come spilling out in spurts, covering the bed and Sawyer's hand.
Sawyer closed his eyes against the assault on his cock as Orlando's body tightened around him like a vice. "Oh, fuck." He thrust inside the tight, clenching heat a few more times before spilling himself into the condom.
Sawyer let himself collapse on top of Orlando and he buried his face in the boy's sweaty curls, knocking the cowboy hat off as he did. He lay there, breathing heavily, until he heard Orlando laugh from underneath him.
Sawyer lifted himself up and looked at Orlando's laughing face. "What's so damn funny?"
Orlando sat up, rubbing his chest, and grinned at Sawyer. "That was fucking amazing. You were well worth the wait."
Sawyer grinned with him but raised an eyebrow. "The fuck you talking about?"
Orlando looked down sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "I told you I had a thing for cowboys."
Sawyer nodded, reaching over to stroke Orlando's damp curls.
"Well, that's how I knew I was gay. I was fifteen and we came to America on holiday. We went to a rodeo and I watched this gorgeous cowboy ride the bull. I've kind of been thinking of him ever since."
Sawyer chuckled and kissed his shoulder. "Baby, I ain't never ridden no bull."
"I know it wasn't you," Orlando said, rolling his eyes. "It wasn't that particular cowboy, anyway it was the idea of him." Orlando rolled Sawyer on to his back and covered his body with his own. "And now I have a cowboy of my very own." He leaned down and captured Sawyer's lips in a tender kiss.
Sawyer lost himself in the kiss and when Orlando pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, Sawyer grinned. "Yes, you do."
THE END
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