A Micah and Ryan Outtake
Micah’s muscles flexed enticingly, worn denim pulling taut across the perfect swell of his ass as he bent over. He had no right to look that good in something that had spent the night balled up on Ryan’s bedroom floor. The jeans fit him in ways that should be illegal, tight in all the right places–and worn in the right places too, with threadbare spots on the back pockets that felt like an intentional tease, denying Ryan the glimpses of skin he craved.
Ryan’s fingers itched with the need to reach out and caress that tempting curve. It filled his palms just right, and if he gave a firm squeeze, Micah would let out one of those little gasps that went right to Ryan’s balls. If he tried, he could probably slide his fingers between the worn out threads and feel the heat of Micah’s smooth, flawless skin. A flick of his thumb against the buttons and a firm tug, and he’d have all the access he wanted. He’d be able to watch as the skin pinked up just right, whether from the roughness of his beard or the smack of his palm.
He let his eyes dip to strong thighs that looked almost as good wrapped in distressed denim as they did wrapped around Ryan’s hips, the muscles straining closer as Ryan pounded into his hot, tight body. Last night he’d enjoyed just that when he hoisted his boy up against the shower wall, water slicking over their skin as he made Micah shake and sob with pleasure.
Ryan licked his lips. The echo of Micah whining his name made him want to abandon what they were supposed to be doing–schedule be damned–and peel those jeans down Micah’s legs so he could get his mouth of every tasty bit of flesh all over again. He bet he could sink his teeth into that pert ass just hard enough to make Micah squeal and leak with arousal.
Ryan reached down to subtly adjust his aching cock. He bit back a growl when Micah grunted, his glutes flexing as he bent to haul another hay bale up from the flatbed and toss it through the open hay loft doors. Then he turned and threw Ryan, leaning against the tow-hitch, a dirty look. “Are you helping me here, or what?” he asked gloved hands on his hips.
Ryan dragged his gaze up slowly, reveling in the way Micah’s sweat-damp T-shirt clung to his skin and showed off the way his nipples tightened under the heat of Ryan’s gaze. When he reached Micah’s face, his cheeks were flushed and his lips parted, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Ry,” Micah whined, weight shifting as his breathing picked up. “That’s not fair.”
“What isn’t fair, baby?” Ryan asked, letting his voice drop to the deep rumble that made Micah shiver, goosebumps racing across his skin.
“You,” Micah groaned in frustration, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. “You can’t look at me like I’m the last breakfast pastry and then expect me to get any work done.” He planted his fists back on his hips and glared down at Ryan, unintentionally showing off his trim waist and the defined muscles of his chest.
Ryan took two steps closer to the flatbed and wrapped his arms around Micah’s thighs. Micah gasped and his hands flew to Ryan’s shoulders as Ryan lifted him, then let him slide down the front of Ryan’s body until his long legs were hooked around Ryan’s hips, his arms around Ryan’s neck. “We have time for a break,” he said, finally, finally giving Micah’s ass a firm squeeze.
Micah threw back his head and laughed as Ryan started walking them toward the barn and the stairs up to his loft apartment. “No one ever believes me when I tell them you’re the bad influence in this relationship,” he said before dipping down to nip at Ryan’s throat.
Ryan smirked and loosened one hand to give that fucking perfect ass a smack that made Micah moan in delight. “And they never will.”
