Winning Riders

James stared across the hotel room at Daniel sitting at the small table. A container of food from a local restaurant sat forgotten by his right hand. In that same hand, Daniel clutched a class list, including the listing of calves they’d be roping tomorrow. James strode across the room, his bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. Stray droplets of water slid over James’s neck and shoulders from his still-damp hair. His jeans, the zipper up, but the top button undone, confined his rising cock. Stopping behind the chair, he curled his fingers over the back. The need to touch Daniel, to soothe those worry lines from his forehead, rode James hard. He swallowed and drew a deep breath.
“You need to give that up.” James bent his head to rumble the words into Daniel’s ear. “You won’t rope the calf sitting there.” He curled his fingers over his lover’s shoulders, massaging his tense muscles. “Just because Katie couldn’t make it doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
Daniel set the paper on the table and with a knowing look at James, shoved the schedule across the table.. Daniel downed the last of his beer and leaned against James’ hands. “I don’t like our draw for tomorrow. The last team went out with a no time on that calf.”
James nuzzled the top of Daniel’s head. “Don’t think about it. We’ll do what we always do, and we’ll probably win.” He nestled his head in the crook of Daniel’s shoulder. “Come on.” He pulled the chair back.
Daniel went willingly, though James sensed his reluctance. He stepped in front of Daniel, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. “Katie wouldn’t want you to be working so hard.” Leaning forward, James curled his fingers around the collar of Daniel’s shirt—he’d strip his lover later—and pushed him into the bed.
“I don’t think Katie would want you to bruise me either.” With a grin, Daniel hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of James’s jeans and tugged him forward. When James moved closer, Daniel slid down the zipper on his pants and shoved them down his lean hips. “Then again, Katie might not want to miss this.” With each word Daniel leaned forward until he blew a hot puff of air across the tip of James’ cock.
James groaned. He reached for his lover, cupping the back of Daniel’s head and drawing him closer. “Suck me,” he ordered.