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Ziggy

Awareness came back to Ziggy with a horrible wave of nausea. Groaning, he rolled to sit up only to find himself stopped by a warm hand touching his… bare chest.

“Take it easy. Do you want a drink?”

His eyelids fluttered open and several things struck at once. He was inside. In a room he’d never seen before. He was on a large, comfy bed. His clothes were missing and there was a stranger dressed in dirty denim standing next to an anxious-looking Silas.

“What happened,” he croaked out, sitting up.

With a pretty good idea of what went down, given how scared his snake had gotten, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to like the answer.

He had managed to hold his fear in check, right until Ethan had charged towards the fence and come to a sudden stop.

He recalled Silas speaking to him, but nothing after that.

How embarrassing, to pass out in front of everyone.

It didn’t explain how he’d gotten into what had to be Silas’s ranch house, and his bed going by the scent in the room.

What were you playing at?

Did you see that… that creature? He was attempting to step on us.

No, that’s not what he was doing. And I was handling it, wasn’t I?

I told you to run, all you did was cling on to the fence.

So your answer was to make me pass out cold?

It worked, didn’t it? We’re here in a comfy bed with our mate. Naked! What could be better?

You have no shame.

“Ziggy. Ziggy, sweetheart? Hey, can you answer me?”

Ziggy blinked Silas’s worried face into focus, blushing as he realized Silas had been talking to him.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Ziggy looked at the other guy and his tongue came out. He picked up the smell of something decidedly medical, like anesthetic, clinging to his dirty clothes. Was he a doctor… a vet? “I’m fine. Just fainted is all.”

“Silas, I think it’s safe to say he’ll be fine.”

There was something about the way the guy said it that suggested Ziggy was missing something, especially combined with the fact Silas actually looked sheepish.

“I appreciate you dropping everything to come check Ziggy out, Saul,” Silas answered, not looking directly at anyone.

“I’ll send you the bill.” Saul gave a cheery wave and disappeared out the door.

Ziggy searched the room for his clothes, his mortification growing now he was alone and might have to answer questions about what happened.

Before he could get up the courage to say anything, he was flat on the bed, his lips caught in a hungry kiss that left him breathless and aroused. Silas’s body shuddered against his, relaying his emotions.

“I’m okay,” Ziggy murmured, dragging in a ragged breath when Silas gave him a chance. The desperation of the kiss conveying a sense of fear that was sinking past Ziggy’s embarrassment at the situation. “My snake is scared of horses.”

Silas jerked up to stare down at him. “What?”

“I know, I should have said something, but you love horses, and we wanted to be supportive an all. Then Ethan charged towards the fence and things got a little out of control for my snake and he shut down so fast he took me with him. It doesn’t mean I don’t like the ranch, I do… just not the horses so much.”

Silas bit his lower lip, his eyes gleaming with… was that amusement? “Say something,” Ziggy demanded.

Silas kissed Ziggy softly, grinning foolishly at him. “You were scared, but you still wanted to show your support?”

“Didn’t I just say that?” he huffed, cheeks heating from how Silas was staring at him, all dewy eyed.

“No one has ever done anything so…”

“Stupid?”

“Romantic, I was going to say. There was me orchestrating a trip to the ranch so I could prove that I was interested in a relationship with you away from work. Romance your socks off, so to speak. Except here you are, out romancing me.”

Laughter was Ziggy’s only response, though his snake was going with smug satisfaction, and he was reeling from how Silas wanted to romance him.

“Fainting isn’t romantic. Not really.” Was it?

“It got you in my bed and away from everyone, so I’d say that was pretty ingenious.”

He supposed Silas was right, it was ingenious. Ziggy pulled Silas closer and flipped him over onto his back in a practiced move, tangling them both in the covers.

“Well, I suppose if you put it like that,” he murmured against Silas’s tasty lips. “And as you were kind enough to remove all my clothing, it would seem a shame to not repay the favor, if we’re going with the romancing part of this trip.”

Silas’s pupils dilated as his breath hitched.

Ziggy swooped in and kissed him, rough and wet, a tangle of tongues, before he sucked Silas’s into his mouth, holding his gaze as he slowly released it with a wet pop.

Flushed and aroused, Silas stared up at him in a way that left Ziggy as breathless as the man beneath him. So many wasted moments. Ziggy didn’t want to live with anymore regrets.

“I don’t need you to romance me. I just want you to love me,” he said, confessing his deepest desire, letting it sit between them, raw and honest.

Silas’s gaze was unwavering as his fingers teased down Ziggy’s cheek, running under his chin to linger.

“I can do that,” he whispered with a seriousness that left Ziggy with no doubt he meant it. His heart started thudding hard enough to make his ears buzz.

The next kiss was soft as a whisper, except it cemented something inside Ziggy. It was as real and essential as the air that filled his lungs.

When Ziggy moved to untangle the covers, Silas didn’t protest, just lay watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

At the end of the bed, Ziggy dragged off Silas’s boots, then took off his jeans and boxers, dropping them to the floor.

Unspoken promises came with each touch as Ziggy laid claim to Silas with gentle caresses.

As he moved up his body, he pushed his shirt up for now, kissing and nibbling along muscles, feeling them flex beneath the satiny skin.

He lingered when Silas moaned, moving on when he begged for more.

By the time he sat between Silas’s thighs, his cock lay heavy on his belly. The head was slick and shiny with his arousal, which scented the room. “Do you have any condoms?”

He shook his head, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve never brought anyone here, just you. I have no call for them here.”

Ziggy’s heart swelled and with it came a possessiveness that was his own undoing. “Do you want us to use protection?”

It was highly unlikely Silas could impregnate him outside of a heat, but they had still only ever once gone without using something when Silas had taken charge.

The silence held a weight as Silas once more shook his head. “No. This is just us, right?”

“Yes.”

“I want to feel you clasping my cock again. Your slick walls squeezing me,” Silas rasped.

Ziggy resisted taking his cock into his mouth, when it would end far too quickly. He wanted to take his time and savor the man under him like he’d never allowed himself to do before.

When he unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it aside, he admired the firm pecs and pebbled nipples that begged for attention. “Would you ever get a tattoo? Your skin is the perfect canvas for artwork.”

Heavy-lidded, stormy eyes showed interest as Ziggy sucked a finger into his mouth until it was dripping, then ran it over a nipple. “Would you?”

“I can’t concentrate when you’re touching me,” Silas groaned, instead of answering the question.

Ziggy chuckled, sucking another finger and pressing the wet tip to the other nipple. “Is that right? Shall we put that to the test?”

Silas arched as Ziggy twisted both wet buds hard enough to make them burn. “To all that is mighty,” he cried out, strings of pre-cum hanging from the head of his cock and dripping onto his skin, leaving a mess.

“What was the first horse Lane bought you?” Ziggy asked, before he licked one palm, a little disappointed he had no oil, to take hold of Silas’s hard shaft, slicking it with his saliva.

He stroked to the tip and squeezed under the head, watching how the veins in Silas’s neck became more prominent as he rocked up into the touch, groaning anew. “I’ll stop if you don’t answer.”

“Bella,” he ground out as Ziggy slid his hand down and released his nipple to wet his other hand, his fingers stroking over Silas’s heavy sac.

“Pretty. Do you still have her?”

The groan that tore from Silas’s lips made Ziggy’s own arousal throb. “No… she went to another home,” he answered in shuddery pants.

Stroking back on the sticky length, he once more squeezed under the head, the pressure causing more pre-cum to leak over the slippery surface. Ziggy used his other hand to scoop off the cum and then rub it over Silas’s balls.

“What was the first horse you bought yourself?”

Silas fidgeted against the mattress, his legs tensing as Ziggy toyed with his cock and balls, bringing him close to orgasm, only to stop when Silas didn’t reply.

“Please… fuck… let me come,” he begged, his whole body quaking.

“Don’t you want to slide your cock deep in my ass so you can feel me all around you?”

“I do… fuck… anything… do something…” Silas cried when Ziggy once more eased the pressure but kept stroking his balls, making him judder.

Ziggy slipped his fingers lower over the taint, watching closely as Silas widened his legs and arched up in invitation.

Ziggy had teased his pucker before, only now he had something else in mind.

He came up higher on his knees and, using the same hand, slipped between his own legs to dip his fingers in his thick slick. Silas’s eyes glittered with need as his chest shuddered, but otherwise he didn’t move.

Taking that as approval, fingers dripping, Ziggy lowered back onto his heels then placed his fingers against the quivering hole. He tapped against the rim, then teased, circling his finger around the pink rosebud until Silas was moaning like a ten-dollar hooker.

“Want my fingers, don’t you? Want to feel them stretch your virgin ass. For me to shove my slick in your tight hole.”

“Argh.” Silas moaned and writhed against the covers, flushed, sweaty and frantic. From the way his cock throbbed in Ziggy’s grip, he could tell he was on the verge of coming.

“Watch me,” Ziggy demanded as he circled around the entrance.

As Silas’s eyes met his, he eased the wet tip past the tight ring of muscle, feeling it clasp around his finger, constricting blood flow.

“Fuck, so tight, sweetheart. I can just imagine sinking inside you, feeling you squeeze me the way I fuck your cock.”

A rush of purple coursed up Silas’s neck and flooded his face. His lips opened but no sound came out as the cock in Ziggy’s hand gave a violent pulse and shot cum at Ziggy’s chest.

Ziggy eased a little deeper, feeling for Silas’s prostate. When Silas gasped, his eyes widening, Ziggy’s lips curled into a sexy grin and he loosened his fingers around the throbbing cock and milked the orgasm from Silas by stroking his prostate.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, reveling in the way Silas fell apart.

When Silas sank into the mattress, Ziggy removed his hands, positioning himself, legs spread wide to accommodate Silas’s broad shoulders, and stroked his cock using the stickiness of Silas’s cum.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, trembling at how aroused he was. The second Silas’s lips parted, ribbons of cum hit his lips and chin. Ziggy groaned through his own release when Silas held out his tongue to catch the following spurts.

“Fuck! Look at you, gagging for my cum.”