#[ 𝟎𝟖 ] ── * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 { private: first go round }

[hecame]

❝ fuck me ... please ... ❞ - from rian :)

He'd been obsessed . That was the only word for it - OBSESSION . Ever since he'd looked up in the middle of the street that morning && seen him perched on the horse . He'd looked for him everywhere , not able to FOCUS on much before his eyes went drifting again , seeking out that RICH hazel colour && those dark eyelashes .

The moments they'd had together were so SHARP , so in focus. Bad jokes && rolled eyes. A couple of soft kisses out by the water tower when the evening rolled around && everyone else was already home .

It wasn't enough .

Beck tackles him behind the saloon , hands on his cheeks to hold him still as he KISSES him hard && pushes him up against the wood . ❝ you got my note , then ?? ❞ scrawled , a location , a time . Signed in that chicken scratch of his - most of the words littered with spelling mistakes .

The paper was dotted with a scent . The same scent he'd borrowed from one of the ladies he was friendly with in town . The same scent he PATTED against his neck every morning . The message was stronger than the words - The fragrance was a PROMISE .

Fingers slip between Rian's suspenders && shirt , his own breathing HEAVY && desperate . His body is a DEADWEIGHT against the other man's . If they're caught here it's over .

❝ fuck me ... please ... ❞

A moan , long && languid . Beck pushes the suspenders with more force now - pulls at Rian to turn him && press him into the wall . Lips pull like MAGNETS to the rancher's neck .

❝ ya gonna make a fool outta me . ❞ he breathes , fumbling to get his own clothing undone enough to free his length. ❝ && I find I don't care much if anyone's to figure us out . ❞