“Sir,” Zack said in a pleading voice, “what do you want from me?”

“I want you, Wesley,” John said, dropping all pretense. “And I suspect you want me too. You haven’t moved away, after all. If someone were to come in right now and see us standing this close, I don’t think there’d be any way we could convince them something untoward wasn’t going on. And yet you’re not trying to get away.”

“No, sir,” Zack whispered. “I’m not.”

“Why is that?” John drew a ragged breath, “Because you’re trying to make me happy? Or is it because you want it too?”

“I, um,” Zack fumbled, “I just want—”

“What, Wesley?” John demanded. “You just want what?”

“God, you,” Zack whimpered. “I want you, sir.”

“Then take me.”

Zack moaned luxuriously. John had been in charge so far, but with those three simple words, Zack felt the power switch over to him. He struggled to control the thick, velvety desire flooding into him. “The next thing I know, we’re kissing. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but I’m so desperate for you I don’t care. I grab your expensive riding jacket and use it to haul you closer. I know I might split a seam, and that if I do, you’ll never be able to explain it, but I can’t help myself. I’ve been wanting you for what feels like half my life, watching you prance around in your fancy gear with your fancy horses, always so clean and composed. Now all I want to do is drag you down into the dirt and fuck some wrinkles into your perfectly pressed clothes.”

“Oh, yes,” John keened. Zack heard the sound of frantic fumbling on the other end of the line. John was rushing to open his pants, and the thought made Zack’s cock instantly stiff. “Please, Wesley, keep going.”

“I press against you, slotting our bodies tighter together. We stumble back until we hit the stable wall, and then I crowd you against it, using my larger body to keep you in place. I kiss you deeply, needing to taste you. You melt beneath me, and it makes me want to fuck you even more. The idea of taking the prodigal son and rutting with him on the stable floor is making me so hot. I know how easily we could get caught. You were supposed to be back at the main house fifteen minutes ago. They’ll send someone to find you eventually, and this will be the first place they’ll look. What will they see, John? Will they walk in and find you on your hands and knees, your pants pushed down to your ankles and my cock buried inside you? Will they hear you begging for more?”