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Desolate. If Michael- Robby- had to pick a word to describe the small Albertan town he’s stopped in on his way to Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump, it would be desolate. The whole damn province; this town, is dry, and that doesn’t exclude the shitty bar Robby’s decided to hole himself up in for the night.
He flicks the old zippo lighter open, cigarette held between two fingers up against his mouth. It’s just windy enough to affect how long it takes for the damn thing to light, but eventually the thick smoke of burning tobacco is filling his lungs. Inhale. Exhale. Smoke curls around him as he stares into the distance. He’s barely aware of the man riding up to the bar until a cloud of dust kicks up in front of him as he stops, parking his bike next to Robby’s.
You make eye contact from across the parking space.
“Nice bike,” he says, blowing smoke off to the side. “Harley?”
You grin, shaking your hair out as you pull the helmet off of your head. “2012. Road king.”
Robby hums, eyes dragging down your body and back up again. Another puff of smoke, another small beat of silence.
“You work on it?”
His words draw a scoff from you as you roll your eyes.
“Duh. any other way to do it?”
This makes Robby smile for the first time since he’s entered the damn country. His eyes are still on you as you dismount, swinging your leg over up off of the bike, kicking up dust as your boots hit the ground. You eye the bike next to you, presumably belonging to him. You’d be correct, based on the way he puffs his chest out in pride.
“I did her myself. Took ‘er apart and put ‘er back together again, but better.” He sidles up to you, gait steady and strong. He drops the cigarette, stamping it out with the heel of his boot. He blows a cloud of smoke towards you, making your nose wrinkle up. You notice his gaze drift towards your right back pocket, and you finally make eye contact with him.
There’s a beat of tense silence, neither of you daring to speak, until Robby clears his throat, nodding towards the hunter green hanky hanging from your back pocket by a carabiner.
“You’re one of those leather boys.”
It’s not as much of a question as it is a blatant statement, and you stay still, steadily meeting his gaze.
“And if I am?” you retort, which causes Robby to chuckle. His hand meets your chin as he grabs you, forcing you to meet his gaze proper.
“Are you?”
You swallow and then nod, and a satisfied hum leaves the older man. “You're still looking, then?” he gestures towards the handkerchief in your pocket as he mutters in your ear. When you nod, he gently tugs you forwards, taking you up towards the rickety stairs that lead up towards the inn portion of the bar. It’s like he’s looming over you as he makes you go up first, and then his arm is around your shoulders, leading you towards a room on the far left end of the two story building.
Robby fumbles with his keys for a moment before the door is swinging open, and he’s all but pushing you inside.
“This okay?” he pants out, and once he gets a nod of ascent from you, he’s shoving you back onto the bed, standing between your legs. His heavy hands land on your thighs, bracing his body weight overtop of you. Your breath hitches as he leans down to your level, looking up at you through his eyelashes.
His voice is soft as he speaks, gently squeezing your thighs, running his hands up and down your legs. “You got a safeword?”
“Pickles.”
He arches a brow, but says nothing.
You can already see his cock straining against his jeans, sending a rush of heat through your body as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, you’re damn near close to whining when his lips are on you, and the noise building up in your throat turns to a soft groan as you press yourself up against him. Heat pools between your legs, your already hard cock twitching beneath the layers of fabric between you and the older man. He pushes you back, back down onto the bed until you’re sprawled against the sheet. He murmurs his name against your lips, a late introduction, but before you can reply he’s biting down on your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His fingers work at your jeans, sliding your belt out of the loops before he’s tugging them down, your boxers following soon afterwards.
“Sh-shit. You gonna tease all night or are you gonna fuck me?”
Robby huffs, fishing a foil packet out of his pocket before he’s pushing his bottoms down all at once. His fingers are quick and nimble, you notice, evident by the way he slides the condom down his cock effortlessly.
“Hands and knees, boy.”
You scamper to obey him, ass arched up in the air. Robby’s hands come up, one on each cheek as he spreads you.
“Fuck, you got a pretty hole, dont’cha?” a rough laugh leaves the man as he spits down onto your rim, leaning in to lick a broad stripe up your ass.
“F-fuck!”
The curse leaves you as soon as he’s made contact, and you can feel his tongue wriggling its way past the ring of muscle until he’s tongue-fucking you. Your toes curl, blood rushing straight down to your dick as you grind back up against his mouth, simultaneously trying to rut your cock against the mattress. Your movements earn you a harsh slap on the ass, making you cry out as he pulls away.
“No moving. Let Daddy do all the work, yeah?”
Daddy.
Fuck.
All you can do is whimper out a “Yes,” before your back is arching in pleasure, his tongue lapping at you like a man starved. He’s sloppy, spit trailing down onto your balls, pooling on the mattress alongside the pre-cum weeping from your slit. You almost complain as Robby pulls away, but his tongue is replaced with one thick, long digit as he starts to stretch you open with his fingers.
“Fuck. there you go, pretty boy. Opening up for me so nicely..”
Robby murmurs, crooking his finger inside you. He’s watching your every reaction to see what you like, what you don’t- what makes your cock twitch. It's not long before two fingers are scissoring you open, almost too gently. You want to scream, but you’re pretty sure you two’d be kicked from the motel. Upon an attempt at burying your face in the pillows, Robby’s letting out a soft ‘tsk,’ pulling you back up by your hair.
“Wanna hear you. You can do that for me, right?”
You nod, but he’s shaking his head, clicking his tongue.
“You gotta use your words, baby. Words.”
“Y-yes.”
Your response causes Robby to sigh, withdrawing his fingers almost all the way out of you, only the tips remaining.
“Yes what?”
God, you’d say anything for him to put those back inside you. After a moment of deliberation, you bite out a “Yes, Daddy.” He hums softly, pushing his fingers back inside you. You almost let out a sob of relief as he pistons his digits in and out of your hole, just barely grazing your prostate with each thrust. It’s not until you’re close does he fully remove his fingers.
“Fuck, what the fuck?!”
Robby just laughs, smoothing back your hair.
“I’m not done yet. Patience.”
Robby strokes himself once, twice, before his length is rubbing between your cheeks. You have to bite back a curse as his tip catches on your rim.
He seems to like taking his time, teasing you. Robby grinds his cock against you for a moment before he’s using one hand to pull your asscheek to the side, the other steadying his length as he finally starts to push against your hole. He spits down on you again before he’s breaching you.
You hiss, the stretch of his thick cock burning as he pushes into you. Every time you tense up he’ll stop inching forwards, and you whine. His hands move up to your hips as he finally bottoms out with a low grunt.
“Fuck, sugar. Tight. Been a while?”
Your face flushes as the older man teases you, the degradation turning you on more than you’d like to admit.
“Shut up, just-”
You gasp, silenced as his hand comes down on your ass, hips giving a sharp thrust at the same time. Robby lets out an honest to god bark of laughter, squeezing your hips.
“Shush. Or I’ll pull out and put that mouth to better use.”
His words would’ve pissed you off were they not turning you on so goddamn badly.
“Please.”
You whimper, and the man finally seems to take mercy on you as he starts to gently thrust into you. They’re too shallow for you to feel much of anything except how fucking big the man is. He pulls out almost all the way, just like he had with his fingers, barely leaving his tip inside you before he’s slamming his hips forwards. A low moan leaves you, your cock jumping uselessly against the sheets. Again and again, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as Robby takes his fill. He’s hitting your prostate with scary precision, every thrust causing another spurt of pre to leak against the sheets. He reaches forwards, jamming his fingers in your mouth to muffle the sounds of your needy moans.
“Fuck, kid, the whole damn bar’ll hear you at this point.”
The very thought has you moaning louder around his fingers, and you clench around him. Robby lets out a muttered curse, slowing his pace until he’s rolling his hips, almost grinding into you.
“So needy. So fucking needy. You’re a needy boy, aint’cha?”
You nod, spit dripping down his fingers. His body is draped over yours as he fucks into you, coil tightening in your core until you’re speaking around the fingers in your mouth, trying to warn him that you’re close. He just pushes them in deeper, hand reaching down between your legs until it’s on your cock. He barely touches you before the coil snaps and you’re cumming, ropes of your spend pooling onto the sheets.
“Fuck, Fuckfuck-”
Robby groans out as you clench around him, giving two more shallow thrusts before cum fills the condom he’s wearing. Robby slumps down on top of you, forcing you down onto the mattress, against the mess the two of you had made.
You really can’t complain though.
Everything is hazy as the weight on top of you lifts, warm body leaving you momentarily. You whimper, only to be met with a soft shush as it returns a moment later, strong arms cradling you against it.
You’re out like a light.
Morning comes not long after, and you’re surprised to feel a warm body against your back. Turning around, you see that you’re still in bed with the handsome (kind of) stranger from last night.
He looks so peaceful like this, the slope of his nose accentuated by the soft dawn lighting. You’re close enough to see every fleck of grey in his beard, every freckle that dots his skin. Dark eyes meet yours when you shift just enough to wake him up.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
You yawn, stretching your body out, still in his arms.
“Wow.”
Robby grins, shaking his head fondly.
“Wow is right.”
You settle, looking up at him. Your hand is tracing the folds of his skin, dipping down towards his back.
“So.. where are you headed, huh? I was honestly just here to get picked up.”
He snorts, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.
“There’s a park. Head-Smashed-In Buffalo-”
“Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump?”
You’re definitely alert now.
“Hey, I have a cabin near there!”
You pause for a moment, seemingly weighing your options.
“How long are you staying?”
“Three months, or so?”
You nod, and decide to bite the bullet.
“I mean, if you needed a place to stay.. This was definitely the best sex I've had in a hot minute, and I'd love to do it again. If you’re willing.”
Before his mind can catch up with his mouth-
“Deal.”