you are (dear to me) | rhett abbott x miles miller
description: in which two lovers switch places for a night, and learn things they never knew about themselves
w/c: 8,370
warnings: 18+ only, m/m relationship, brief mention of past drug addiction/alcoholism, self-doubt, smut, anal sex, dom/sub themes, crying, begging, subspace, aftercare
dedication: thanks to the incredible @hi-res-training-montage for inspiring this fic!
Miles needed everything to be perfect. A meticulously planned evening, starting with a date to a nice restaurant, followed by a stop at an ice cream shop before heading home for some…adventurous escapades.
It was an idea born from insecurity on Miles’ part. Worry that Rhett was dissatisfied in the relationship. Fear that he would soon get bored, and slip through Miles’ fingers. And he simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing his beloved cowboy. So he decided to try something different. Something very much out of his comfort zone.
He didn’t possess the confidence and prowess that Rhett did. But for tonight, Miles was determined to take control. However, he severely underestimated just how difficult it would be. He wasn’t prepared for that burden of responsibility.
Thank goodness he had a gentle, loving man to guide him through it.
Miles kept fidgeting. Rhett noticed this as he sat across the table from him at the nice steakhouse that Miles had chosen for their date. The aforementioned continued to fold and unfold his cloth napkin. Fiddle with his silverware. Run his fingers over the rim of his water glass.
“Keep messin’ with that water glass and you’ll wear it down to nothin’,” Rhett teased from across the table.
Startled slightly, Miles blinked. “Huh?”
Rhett’s mouth curved into a smile as he nodded at the glass. “You’ve been runnin’ your fingers over it for the past ten minutes.”
“Oh!” Miles’ cheeks glowed pink. “Didn’t realize I was doing it.”
Curious, Rhett’s eyes narrowed. “Everythin’ alright? Y’seem kinda distracted.”
Regret tugged at Miles’ chest. “I don’t mean to be.” He took a sip of water. “Gosh, I plan a whole date night, and here I am barely even present during it. I’m sorry.”
At that, Rhett reached across the table, placing his large, warm hand atop Miles’. “What’s on your mind, bub?”
The pink on his cheeks darkened to crimson, and his eyes flickered around. “I, uh…”
Before Miles could formulate a full response, the sudden presence of the waitress slightly startled both men. But Rhett didn’t remove his hand from Miles’, which sent a wave of joyous warmth through him, despite his current inner turmoil. Oh, how far they’d come. There had been a time when Rhett was afraid to show affection to his boyfriend in public. A result of living in a tiny town entrenched in religion, and a local pastor who preached from the pulpit that homosexuality was an abominable sin.
Now, he held the other man’s hand proudly.
“Can I get you gentlemen anything else?” The waitress asked with a polite smile.
Rhett caught his boyfriend’s eye. “No ma’am. I think we’re ready for the check.”
“Alright, here you go.” She slid the bill across the table. “No rush.”
Nodding in thanks, Rhett snatched the bill before Miles could. “Thank you.”
As the waitress sauntered away, Miles reached across the table in an attempt to wrestle the leather-bound booklet away from Rhett. “Hey! I’m paying!”
“You pay for the ice cream. I’ve got dinner.”
“Rhett.”
“Miles.”
“I want this whole thing to be my treat. Let me spend some money on you for a change.”
Rhett was hesitant. He was so used to paying for everything, making sure Miles was taken care of. But that was when they were only living on one income. Now, Miles had begun making his own income, too. He sold produce from his garden at the farmer’s market, and he’d also realized he had a knack for quilt making, which he had been making good money off of. As it turned out, people were still in the market for handmade quilts and were willing to pay a pretty penny for them.
“Okay. But next time we go out, I’m payin’,” Rhett finally relented, sliding the check back toward Miles.
“We’ll see about that, cowboy.” Miles was quick to fill out the receipt, calculating the tip with quick efficiency. Math had always been his strong suit.
Once everything was settled, the two men gathered their jackets and headed out the door, hand in hand. Miles hoped Rhett wouldn’t push to continue their earlier conversation, but much to his dismay, he did.
“Now, what were you about t’ say before the waitress came? Somethin’ about why you’ve been so antsy all night.”
Oh.
“Maybe we can talk about it after ice cream,” Miles responded, tone a few octaves higher than normal.
“Oh no you don’t.” Rhett caught Miles by the elbow. “Spill.”
At that, Miles finally surrendered, cheeks burning once again. “Well, I, uh…I’ve been thinking. You always take control in the bedroom. Which I love! You know that. But, um, I thought that maybe…I could take control for a night. Only if you’re down for it, though! If not, just forget I said anything.”
A knowing grin had begun to spread across Rhett’s face, and he was incredibly amused by the ramble Miles was going on. But he was also intrigued. With a low hum, Rhett tugged Miles close. “Oh yeah? Think you can handle tamin’ the big, stubborn cowboy?”
Flustered, Miles shrugged. “I-I wanna try.”
Leaning in close, body heat and cologne and him, Rhett nuzzled Miles’ nose before he playfully nipped at his bottom lip. “Alright then. If you wanna take the reins tonight, go right ahead.”
Knees going weak, Miles nodded, large eyes blinking at Rhett. “Okay.”
Rhett didn’t know Miles had been planning the scene out in his mind for the past week. He drew inspiration from every scene he and Rhett had acted out. Dominance seemed to come so naturally to Rhett. He had such a confident air about him. And Miles had a penchant for giving up control.
He didn’t want to think. He liked when Rhett did the thinking for him. There was no greater bliss for Miles than slipping into that glorious headspace while being dominated. That safe, floaty feeling. All of his problems melted away, and all that mattered was Rhett, and the pleasure he provided.
Miles wanted Rhett to experience that, too. He hoped that he would be able to bring him to that headspace. If he couldn’t, was he even capable of providing Rhett pleasure at all? Of course, Miles knew this way of thinking was a bit irrational, but the spiral had begun, and he couldn’t stop it.
Now, the truth was out. Rhett knew that Miles wanted to be in control that night. Whether or not Miles would be able to go through with it, remained to be seen.
Rhett was entirely at ease, arm slung over Miles’ shoulders, hip bumping against his as the two ambled toward the truck. Miles wished he could be as carefree in the moment as Rhett, but there was still an uncomfortable sort of tension in his muscles, and an anxiety in his chest.
He tried to ignore it. Tried to push it down and compartmentalize the feeling. But it still remained just beneath the surface. He couldn’t even enjoy his ice cream once they made it to the ice cream shop. Chocolate for himself. Rocky road for Rhett.
Rhett inhaled his ice cream in all of five minutes. Miles’ remained melting in its cup, forgotten in favor of staring out the windshield of the truck. Rhett glanced over, taking note of the uneaten ice cream.
“Ice cream’s goin’ to waste, bub,” he murmured.
Miles glanced down, suddenly realizing the state of his dessert. “Oh. Guess I’m not in the mood for something sweet, after all. You can have it, if you want.”
Raising a brow, Rhett reached for the cup. “Sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I know I’ve been a terrible date tonight.”
At that, Rhett gently tilted Miles’ chin, so he could meet his eye. “Got nothin’ to be nervous about. We’re gonna have a great time tonight.”
“I know. Just…”
“Just what?”
“Never mind. Let’s just head home and get things started.”
For a beat, Rhett was silent, unsure if he should push the matter or not. Something was clearly bothering Miles, more than just the thought of trying something new. However, Rhett also knew that pushing him to talk before he was ready only caused him to shut down. So, Rhett let it go for the time being. Miles would open up when he was ready.
“Alright. Home we go.” Rhett downed the melting ice cream in three bites, and gathered any trash, leaning out the truck window to toss it into the trash can nearby.
The drive home was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the soft drone of the old country music station playing on the radio. Rhett let his hand rest on Miles’ thigh in that easy way of his, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He was so good at that. At taking up space unapologetically, at staking his claim. Miles wished he possessed half of that confidence. He was going to have to work very hard to tap into it once they got home.
Silently in his mind, Miles went over what he was going to say. The dirty talk he would use. The commands he would utter. He planned to use bondage, because he yearned to see how Rhett would look tied up and on display. The rope would be so pretty against his skin, and the marks it would leave would be a reminder of their shared passion.
And then of course there would be the welts. The firm weight of Miles’ hand brought down upon the plush of Rhett’s ass, leaving pink, raised marks in their wake. Miles would glean great satisfaction from watching Rhett struggle to sit down after he was finished with him.
Miles breathed in deeply, channeling the dominance he would need for the night ahead. How would Rhett handle this situation? Well, he would start by taking Miles’ jaw in his hand, gruffly commanding, “go get naked for me. Want you kneelin’ on the bedroom floor waiting.”
Yes, that was where Miles would start.
However, the moment Rhett pulled the truck into the driveway leading up to their cottage, Miles clammed up. Rhett leaned across the console, humming lowly as he captured Miles’ mouth in a sweet kiss.
“Alright, how d’ya want me? Ball’s in your court.”
With the clearing of his throat, Miles forced a response. “L-let’s uh, go inside first.”
So they did. Rhett unlocked the front door, and in they went, boots scraping against hardwood. His hat made it to the peg on the wall. Shoes were discarded beside the entryway.
Miles took a moment to steel himself, breathing in deep, taking in the scent of their home. The place they had worked so hard for. There was the faint scent of cloves from the seasonal reed diffuser Miles kept on the credenza near the door. Then there was a barely there hint of cherry tobacco, thanks to the pipe on the mantle that Rhett would occasionally smoke.
Old wood and leather permeated the atmosphere as well, creating a comforting, homey feel that was more like a warm hug than anything. It was them. All of it. A testament of their shared life together. A beautiful life, fashioned out of the depths of much hardship and sorrow, sanded down like precious stone.
“Hey.” A big, warm hand came up to rest upon the back of Miles’ neck. Rhett’s voice, gruff and deep, reached his ears.
Right. There was a scene to act out.
Slowly, Miles turned, doing his very best to put his insecurity aside. He caught Rhett’s gaze, and spoke. “Go wait in the bedroom. Strip down to your boxers and kneel on the floor.”
At that, Rhett’s eyes sparkled, smirk playing at his lips. “Well, alright then. Yes sir.”
Off he went, stalking down the hallway in sock covered feet, while Miles watched him go.
In the entryway, Miles wavered slightly, forcing his breath to even out. For a fleeting moment, he wished he had something to take the edge off. Perhaps a glass of whiskey to muddle his senses and ease his nerves.
But there was nothing of the sort in the house. In fact, neither Miles nor Rhett had even had a drink in a long time. Both of them struggled with different forms of substance dependency. Rhett and alcohol did not mix well, it was best that he stayed sober. And while alcohol had never been Miles’ vice, he still stayed away from it, for fear of turning to it to fill the void that a needle in his veins had once fleetingly filled.
Both men wanted to be sober, and fully present with each other, no inhibitions. However, times like these made Miles wish there was something to relax himself with.
Oh, well. Sheer force of will would have to do.
Breathing deeply, he sauntered down the hall and up the stairs to the modest second floor, where Miles’ sewing room, a bathroom, and his and Rhett’s shared bedroom was.
The soft glow of light poured from the doorway of the bedroom, and the sight Miles walked in on made him weak in the knees. There was his Rhett, kneeling in the middle of the room, entirely bare, hands resting upon his thighs.
The cowboy lifted his head the moment Miles walked in, and his eyes shimmered with eagerness, mouth curving into a smirk.
Miles was so enamored he nearly forgot to speak. When he finally gathered his wits about him enough to form words, his voice cracked, and his cheeks flamed in embarrassment at his own nervousness. “Look at you. S-so handsome.”
Rhett beamed under the praise, despite its slightly timid delivery. “Did everythin’ you said. Wanna be good for you.”
A trembling hand came up to cradle Rhett’s jaw. “You are good for me. So good.”
Rhett nuzzled into the warmth of Miles’ hand. Awaiting further instruction, gaze open and expectant. “What’re you gonna do to me, sir?”
The question should’ve sent a jolt of arousal through Miles. And it did, partly. But it also sent a slight wave of panic through him. He’d planned this far ahead, but all of a sudden, everything he’d been intending to do suddenly left his mind, and he was blanking.
Bondage…yes, bondage. That was what he was going to do. “Stay here.”
He crossed the room, kneeling to pull the sleek black case from beneath the bed. A kit that held much of their toys and other such items. Rope, ball gags, a paddle that Rhett had made with the care of his own hands, expertly burning the initials M + R into the wood at the handle.
Miles went for the rope, fingers trembling as they closed around it. He could feel Rhett’s eyes on him, curious.
Forcing the tremor out of his voice, Miles spoke with a cadence that he hoped sounded like Rhett’s gruffness. “Get on the bed.”
Rhett obeyed, rising to his feet, half hard cock bobbing heavy between his strong thighs. The sight should’ve made Miles’ mouth water. Instead, his hands shook, and his palms had begun to sweat.
Pull yourself together.
As Rhett got situated, Miles was quick to scramble out of his own clothes, save for his underwear. By the time his clothes were discarded, Rhett was on the bed, ready and waiting.
Miles approached, rope clutched in his hand. “Gonna tie your hands behind your back. Turn around for me.”
So Rhett did, allowing Miles to pull his arms back, rope slightly rough against his skin. He could feel the way Miles was shaking, palms clammy. In fact, he could barely even still his hands long enough to get the rope tied properly.
Even so, he forced himself to speak. “I’m going to ruin you. Get you all helpless beneath me, tied up so you can’t get away.”
If Rhett had been the one speaking those words, Miles would have been whimpering pathetically, turned on beyond belief. But coming out of his own mouth, they sounded foreign, like they didn’t belong on his tongue.
Rhett still went along with it, moaning low in his throat. “Please, wan’ that so bad.”
The binds weren’t tight enough, Rhett could tell. He’d be able to slip out of them easy if he wanted to, but he didn’t dare.
“Gonna be a good boy and take it?” Miles asked, fingers threading through Rhett’s curls to pull his head back, not nearly forceful enough to cause any pain.
“Uh-huh.”
“Bend over for me. Le-let me see your cute little ass.” Mentally cursing himself for stuttering, he watched as Rhett shifted, and Miles reached out to steady him as he lowered himself to the mattress, stretched out on his belly, arching his back.
And there he was, in all his glory. Rhett was built from years of ranch work and bull riding. Not bulky, but sturdy, strong, muscles rippling beneath freckled skin. He was so beautiful that Miles couldn’t even find the words under his tongue. He was rendered speechless.
Tentatively, Miles ran his palm over Rhett’s pert ass, squeezing slightly. Rhett sighed, turning his head to look back at Miles. When he brought his hand down against Rhett’s skin, it was almost shockingly gentle. Certainly not enough to cause a real sting.
Rhett figured that Miles would find his rhythm and get rougher, but with each gentle swat, it became apparent that he wasn’t going to apply more pressure. He was afraid of hurting Rhett, and even though Miles knew the cowboy could take much more than he was giving, it was a subconscious thing. He simply couldn’t force his hand to come down any harder.
But Rhett, as patient as he was with Miles, didn’t complain. He knew how nervous the other man was, and he wasn’t going to add to that by critiquing his spanking technique. He feared it might knock Miles out of the headspace he needed to be in.
However, it seemed that Miles was sabotaging himself without help, already forgetting half of what he’d planned to say. He should have been degrading Rhett as he spanked him, murmuring about how pathetically pliant and obedient he was, what a slut he was for liking this. After all, those were things Rhett would have been growling at Miles if their roles were switched.
He couldn’t pinpoint when the spiral started. But with each passing moment, he fell deeper into the depths of his own mind. What had he been thinking? He’d been so set on taking control, and now that he had it, he couldn’t even do it right. Couldn’t give his partner the true satisfaction he needed. And suddenly, what had started out as a way to spice things up and keep Rhett interested, was now Miles’ undoing.
He stopped what he was doing, hand lifting to rake through his honeyed locks, tugging at the roots. “Dammit.”
Rhett immediately noticed the frustration in Miles’ voice. When silence followed, he lifted his head, gazing over his shoulder at Miles, whose eyes were glimmering with unshed tears, bottom lip quivering slightly.
When he saw Rhett was looking, he shook his head. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m…I just…”
Rhett was moving before Miles could formulate his sentence, sliding his hands out of the light bondage with ease. “Hey now, s’alright. Let’s just take a few seconds, okay?” He shifted to tug Miles into his arms, and the moment he pulled him to his chest, Miles buried his face against Rhett’s neck, curling into his warmth.
“I’m sorry, I was stupid to even suggest this.” The moment the words left his mouth, Miles felt Rhett tense beneath him.
“Hey.” Stern. A warning. “What’d I say about talkin’ down about yourself like that?”
Miles lifted his head then, but he couldn’t bring himself to look Rhett in the eyes. “I know, I know. I just…”
With a soft sigh, Rhett reached out to tilt Miles’ chin toward him. “Look at me.”
Miles was afraid he would break down if he met Rhett’s gaze, but he forced himself to look at him anyway.
“What’s goin’ on with you? You’ve been extra jumpy all night. I thought maybe you were just nervous about bein’ in control. But somethin’ else is wrong, isn’t it?”
An uncomfortable tightness pulled at Miles’ chest, emotion welling up within him so intensely, he couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. “It’s…” Stupid. That was what he’d been about to say. But he knew Rhett wouldn’t be pleased with that answer, and certainly not after he’d already scolded Miles against being self-deprecating.
“Hey. You can talk to me, bub. Tell me what’s wrong. I wanna help ya feel better, if I can.” Lovingly, Rhett brushed back the stubborn curl that always fell against Miles’ forehead.
A deep, shuddering breath tore through Miles. Admitting it felt so embarrassing. The heat of his shame burned up his neck, even though he knew he had no reason to to be so self-conscious. This was Rhett. His life partner. His confidante. His everything. The man who had risked his own safety to rescue Miles when his life had been threatened so long ago at the El Royale, the shady hotel he had once worked at.
He owed it to Rhett to be open and honest. He deserved that much at least.
“I’m afraid you’re going to get bored of me.” The words tumbled out, spoken into the air between them before Miles could stop them.
Rhett didn’t react at first. But his eyes betrayed any attempt at looking passive. The deep blue was truly a window into his soul, revealing every emotion before he had a chance to express them in other ways.
He didn’t react in irritation. Didn’t brush Miles off and dismiss him as being irrational. Instead, Rhett took a deep breath, and asked, “Why d’you think that? Is it…have I done somethin’ to make you feel that way? Because if I did, I’m s–”
“It’s nothing you did, believe me. I just, uh, got really in my head about it. You’re always in control when we have sex, and I love it, but I started spiraling over the fact that you always take on the role, and worried maybe you’d eventually get tired of it and want someone else who could bring more to the table. So I thought if I took control, it might make things more interesting for you. But clearly I can’t even work up the nerve to be the kind of dom you need me to be.”
His words settled into Rhett, the following silence heavy and fraught.
“Miles, baby.” The words were breathless. Soft. “I could never, ever get tired of you. You’re…god, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Can’t imagine my life without you in it. Don’t need y’to bend over backward tryin’ to make things more interesting because you’re already the most fascinating person I’ve ever known.”
The tears that had already begun to shimmer in Miles’ eyes spilled forth then, trailing down his cheeks. His mouth opened to form a reply, but the only sound that broke forth was a soft sob, prompting him to bury his face against the side of Rhett’s neck once again.
Rhett held him close, resting his cheek atop the crown of Miles’ head. “I love you more than anythin’, you hear me?” His words were punctuated with a kiss to Miles’ hair.
“I-I love you too,” Miles whispered, heart warming in his chest, filled with love and gratefulness.
A few moments of comfortable, safe silence passed between them, and after Miles’ tears slowed, reduced only to sniffles, Rhett shifted against him, and they were both suddenly made very aware of his desire.
Rhett was still hard, achingly so, and he rolled his hips forward, cock brushing against Miles’ hip. “Y’feel that? That’s all you. You make me so fuckin’ hard. Doesn’t matter what you’re doin’. Could be baking a loaf of bread or feedin’ the chickens and I’d be popping a semi just from watchin’ you.”
That pulled a genuine smile from Miles, a blush creeping along his cheeks. “You’re just saying that,” he said with a shake of his head.
At that, Rhett’s brows shot up. “Oh really? You’ve got no idea what you do to me. Lemme show you.”
Carefully, gently, he took Miles’ hand, placing it over his reddened, pulsing cock. Something in Rhett’s expression shifted. His lashes fluttered, eyes narrowing, mouth parting, and this innocent, pleading air settled upon him.
His voice, softened an octave, laced with neediness, reached Miles’ ears. “Please sir, you're being s’good to me. Never thought I could feel this soft, this safe, with someone. My body is yours to use, just take it and it’s all yours, all fuckin’ yours Miles.”
At that, Miles felt his breath hitch in his chest, heart rate accelerating, blood rushing in his ears. “You…you think I can really do this? Take control?” Shy. Questioning.
Without hesitation, Rhett nodded. “I do. I can help you, if you want.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
At that, Rhett ducked forward, capturing Miles’ mouth in a sweet kiss. When they parted, he knew exactly how to approach the situation. Miles needed some gentle coaxing into the right headspace. Rhett wanted Miles to be himself. He didn’t need to act like Rhett. He just needed to be Miles.
“How do you want me? I’ll do anything, be anything, you need.”
Miles took a deep, shuddering breath, considering Rhett’s offer. As he gazed upon the cowboy, he envisioned how the scene would unfold. How did he want Rhett? What position would he find most satisfying, most fulfilling?
“I’d like you on your hands and knees,” Miles finally decided.
Rhett’s mouth twitched into a slight smile. “Yes sir.” With ease, he settled onto the bed, on his hands and knees, curving his spine slightly, enticing the other man.
“Do you, um, do you want me to try spanking you again? I know it probably wasn’t that great the first time around.”
“I want y’to do whatever you’re most comfortable with, alright?” Gentle. Understanding.
That sentence took an immense weight off of Miles. There was no pressure. No expectations. So he decided, in that moment, that he wasn’t going to try spanking again. Instead, he would let the scene unfold naturally.
What did Miles want out of this? As he considered it, he realized that all he truly wanted was to be inside Rhett. To feel Rhett tighten around him with each thrust, to watch as Rhett trembled beneath him. And most importantly, he wanted to take care of Rhett.
So Miles leaned down to kiss Rhett’s shoulder, lingering and warm, before he reached over to ease the drawer of the nightstand open, fingers curling around the cool bottle of lubricant. “Let me make you feel good, bubba,” came the soft murmur from Miles.
Then he was kissing down Rhett’s spine, lips warm against his skin as he trailed lower. Rhett shivered, eyes drifting shut in delight at the feeling of his boyfriend’s mouth on his skin. Then, Miles did something Rhett wasn’t expecting. The blunt edge of his teeth nipped at the soft swell of Rhett’s ass. Not nearly enough to sting, but enough to get his attention.
Rhett moaned deep in his chest at the feeling, and the sound sent a swell of confidence through Miles. “I love your cute little ass,” he murmured with a smile, emboldened, palm rubbing over the spot he’d just nipped at. “I can’t wait to be inside it.”
“Please, need you now,” Rhett sighed out, pushing back toward Miles.
“Gotta get you ready first.”
The plastic pop of the lube cap reached Rhett’s ears, with Miles quick to drizzle a generous amount on his fingers, warming it first before he tentatively smoothed it over Rhett’s entrance, careful but deliberate. With his free hand pressed lovingly against the small of Rhett’s back, Miles silently coaxed him to relax, tension melting away.
When he eased his middle finger inside Rhett, the cowboy took in a stuttered breath, shivering at the slight invasion. Miles went slowly, ensuring that there was enough lube, before he added a second finger. It provided a delightful stretch, just a small taste of what was to come.
Deeper, deeper, deeper, angling his fingers just so, wondering to himself if he would be able to provide stimulation to that sensitive spot deep within Rhett’s walls.
And then, “Oh, fuck.”
The sense of pride and delight that washed over Miles was indescribable. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, warmth blooming in his chest. He pulled that sound out of Rhett. It was all him.
“Yeah? You like that?” Miles breathed, still grinning.
“Uh-huh.” Rhett’s tone had taken on a whiny pitch, almost pathetic in nature.
Miles quickened his movements, fingers delving deeper, more deliberate. Rhett leaned back into his touch, searching, desperate. Give it to me. Need it. Need you. Need more.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” came Miles’ confession. “You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good around me.”
Moaning high in his throat, Rhett spoke, “please, give it t’me. Want your dick so bad.”
That plea sent blood rushing south, Miles’ cock growing impossibly hard against the confines of his underwear, twitching with desire. “Not yet,” he hummed. “Gotta work you open a little more. Be patient for me.”
Rhett grit his teeth as Miles repeatedly thrust his fingers inside him, deeper still, each press sending a jolt of molten heat along the base of his spine. With each sound of pleasure he let out, the more it boosted Miles’ confidence. Rhett wasn’t putting on a show, he wasn’t embellishing his reactions to make Miles feel better. No, he was genuinely unraveling, vision flickering white as Miles pleasured him.
Rhett’s arms had begun to tremble where he braced himself against the mattress. His thighs quivered in tandem, body thrumming like a live wire. But Miles realized something.
He wanted to watch Rhett’s face. He couldn’t very well do that in this position. So he gently eased his fingers out of him, chest aching at the soft sound of protest Rhett let out.
“Turn over for me, wanna watch your handsome face,” Miles instructed.
Obediently, Rhett turned onto his back, and Miles was careful and quick to arrange some pillows behind Rhett’s head, ensuring he was comfortable.
Once he was settled, Miles leaned back to tug his own underwear down his legs, discarding them somewhere to worry about later. There were more important things at hand.
Then, he leaned down, nose nuzzling against Rhett’s.
When he kissed him, it was sweet. Loving. But it deepened into so much more. The fire of their shared passion sparked within the meeting of their lips. As Miles settled over Rhett, bodies pressed together, heartbeats intermingling, he couldn’t keep his desire at bay any longer.
“Ready to take it?” Miles asked. He rolled his hips, hard cock brushing against Rhett’s, steel wrapped in velvet.
“Please, sir. ‘m so hard it hurts.”
It did Miles in.
“Good grief. You can’t say stuff like that.”
Rhett couldn’t help the sleepy grin that decorated his face. “Why? It turn you on to hear me talk about how badly I want you to fuck me?”
Blushing as if he wasn’t about to do just that, Miles rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Y’know. In that sexy way you do. God, it drives me crazy.”
Mischief glimmered in Rhett’s eyes as he decided to egg Miles on. “Yeah? Well, whatcha gonna do about it, bub?”
Something shifted in Miles’ expression. The tightening of his jaw. The darkening of his eyes. What was he going to do about it? That challenge seemed to fully bring him to the headspace he needed to be in.
Perhaps it was the slight brattiness in Rhett’s tone that urged Miles to put him in his place. Whatever it was, Miles was already moving, hands firm upon Rhett’s thighs as he shoved the man’s legs apart.
“I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you, that’s what.”
Rhett’s eyes widened slightly at the brazenness. Miles moved determinedly, settling between Rhett’s legs. The bottle of lube was clutched in Miles’ hand again, and he poured a generous amount into his palm, capping and tossing the bottle aside.
When he wrapped that same hand around his cock, his eyes locked with Rhett’s. The slick sound reached his ears, erotic and obscene. Rhett’s skin grew warm under the heat of Miles’ gaze, belly fluttering with anticipation.
“Why don’t you ask for it nicely? Show me your manners,” Miles coaxed, tapping lightly against Rhett’s entrance.
He could hardly find his voice to speak, and when he did, it came out gravelly and broken. “Please give it to me, sir. Wanna be your good boy, wanna take every inch. Please fuck me. Need you so bad.”
The pleading tone sent Miles’ head spinning, a heavy wave of desire rushing through him, clouding his senses. He could hardly fathom that he was given the privilege to be in this position, to see Rhett in such a state. It was intimate. Sacred. The way he bared himself. Vulnerable, exposed.
It was a thing of beauty. All lean muscle rippling beneath freckled skin, hidden strength that spoke of his years riding bulls and enduring hard labor. Such a strong, steady, immovable force of a man, now trembling beneath his boyfriend, face softened with need.
Miles understood then, in that moment, what it was like for Rhett to be in control. How he felt to see Miles underneath him, helpless and pleading. It wasn’t a power trip, it wasn’t a misuse of control. No, it was a form of intense care and trust. Safety, protection. Rhett loved Miles with the whole of his heart, and taking care of him, both sexually and non-sexually, was incredibly fulfilling for him.
Now, Miles was getting a taste of that fulfillment. “Gonna give it all to you,” came his whispered promise as he wrapped his hand around himself, red and flushed, stroking firmly before he aligned with Rhett’s entrance.
Slowly, carefully, Miles eased his hips forward, hissing softly when the head of his cock breached that tight little hole. Beneath him, Rhett grunted softly, mouth falling open at the stretch. Tentatively, Miles placed a gentle hand upon Rhett’s hip, keeping him grounded as he focused on inching forward.
Rhett’s eyes had begun to water, and he squeezed them shut, putting his focus into breathing deeply as Miles filled him, stealing the breath from his lungs with each press forward. Meanwhile, Miles watched in awe at the sight of his shaft disappearing inside Rhett, marveling at the way the muscle stretched to around him.
Rhett swore under his breath, back arching, gritting his teeth. “Jesus.”
Every little reaction was exactly what Miles needed to keep building that confidence. And what an incredible ego boost it was to watch the way Rhett’s lashes fluttered, eyes growing hazy, heavy-lidded, cheeks reddening as the warmth of pleasure pervaded his every sense.
He was perfect. He was everything.
“Look at that. Took the whole thing like the good boy you are,” Miles whispered in amazement, heart swelling with pride.
“Uh-huh,” mouth loose around the sound, all Rhett could do was nod, tremor running through him.
Then Miles angled his hips just so, and there it was. That electric jolt that flickered at the base of Rhett’s spine, like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. “Fuck!”
Miles pulled back before easing inside once again. Slow, careful, building up a rhythm. And with each movement, Rhett’s face displayed every ounce of bliss he felt. His brow furrowed, his mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back.
It encouraged Miles to go faster, deeper, moving with purpose. Rhett was so warm and tight around him, it was overwhelming, and he found himself a little woozy, head spinning, skin thrumming with heat.
He leaned down, enveloping Rhett, bracing his hands at either side of his head, face hovering over his. When Miles kissed him, it was deep, languid, tongue sliding into Rhett’s mouth. He tasted sweet, like the ice cream he’d consumed earlier.
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” Rhett moaned into Miles’ mouth.
Breathless, trembling, Miles replied. “Yeah?”
“Mhm!” The sound came in the form of a whimper.
Miles was drunk off Rhett already, kissing all over his face, licking into his mouth, nudging his cock deeper within him still. And Rhett, in all his solid, bull rider glory, was crumbling. With a cock splitting him wide, he hardly knew what to do with himself. His hands clutched at the sheets, pulling the fabric taut as Miles fucked into him.
Rhett could hardly utter a coherent word, the only sound that made its way out of his mouth were breathless grunts with each thrust. Usually, when he was in control, he was dirty talking Miles the entire time, low murmurs of erotic filth in the other man’s ear, just to watch him blush and hear him whimper.
But now, he couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe. And the pleasure only intensified as Miles continued, spurred on by the way his boyfriend was responding. If Rhett wasn’t so entrenched in the bliss coursing through him, he would have stared up in wonder at how beautiful Miles was this way.
His hair had gone wavy and loose, curl settling haphazardly against his forehead. His cheeks were flush. His face was set in a firm mask of determination, but also delight. He was relishing in this.
Wrapped up in the intensity of it all, he gripped the plush of Rhett’s thighs, shoving his legs up higher, which gave Miles more range of motion, and allowed him to go even deeper.
Rhett managed to grit out, “h-harder. Wan’ it harder.”
So Miles gave it to him. No inhibitions. No hesitation. Each snap of his hips against Rhett filled the space between them with the lewd, slick sound of skin on skin. An erotic soundtrack to the intimate act.
Miles leaned back just enough to gaze down at Rhett’s cock, hard and leaking against his lower belly, twitching with each brush against his prostate. “Poor thing. You’re so hard,” Miles cooed.
When his hand wrapped around him, Rhett hissed, the added sensation like a lightning bolt, sizzling through his veins. “Shit, oh my g– ah!”
Rhett was losing himself. Back arching off the bed, hands clutching the sheets with enough force to pull the edges off the mattress itself. The stretch, the constant brush of Miles’ cock against that sensitive little spot inside him, the feeling of a hand wrapped around his dick, was sending him plummeting toward…what, exactly? It was a foreign feeling. Yes, it was pleasurable, and he would surely reach his climax if Miles continued this way.
But it was something else. Something more intense. More mental, rather than physical. Allowing himself to be taken care of, to shut his brain off and just give up control, had awakened something within himself.
There was no reprieve from the stimulation. It grew and grew, rippling through him with abandon, until all he could focus on was the way Miles filled him, touched him. He spoke, mouth moving, but Rhett couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood in his own ears.
And then, something shifted. Miles angled his hips differently, and his hand tightened around Rhett’s cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive, blushing head. That combination made him see stars, vision bleeding white, mouth falling open.
The sound he let out was pitiful, broken, destroyed. Above, Miles slowed, eyes widening, concern washing over him. He’d never heard such a sound come out of Rhett before, and for a split second, Miles feared that he’d hurt him.
“Are you—” He looked down, and the words died in his throat. There was Rhett, vision out of focus, mouth parted, drool slick against the corner of his mouth.
He wasn’t in pain. Far from it.
“Please, please, please keep going. I’m so close, I’m right there, please—!” Babbling, begging, completely losing himself.
Miles saw it then, watching in real time as Rhett’s brain shut off, bliss engulfing his mind in its comforting, delightful warmth. And there it was. The place Rhett had always been able to send Miles when he dominated him. Safe and warm and everything he could ever dream of.
Rhett floated there in ecstasy. It would be so easy to bring him over the edge, to let him succumb to it all. But the thing of it was, Rhett was nothing if not a tease. There were so many instances in which he’d brought Miles to the very edge, and denied him the release he so desperately craved.
Miles took a page out of Rhett’s playbook and decided to do the same.
“You’re so easy for me, aren’t you bubba? Didn’t take much to turn you into a whiney mess.” Miles’ soft teasing reached Rhett’s ears. If he’d been more coherent, he would’ve had a quip to respond with. But how could he utter a reply when it felt like his brain was melting?
Then, Miles did something that floored Rhett. He slowed way down, easing his hips back, not quite pulling out, but almost. That nearly shattered Rhett. “No, no, no. W-why did you stop? I-I’m s’ fuckin’ close! Please!”
Shivering, cock twitching, leaking, flushed and hot. So overwhelming, it was almost painful. But Miles leaned closer, hand tightening around Rhett. Recalling something Rhett had said to him only a few days ago, Miles decided to play a little dirty, emboldened by the raw pleasure coursing through his veins.
His free hand came to rest upon Rhett’s throat, just barely applying pressure, not enough to choke him, but enough to make the cowboy aware of his presence. “Now, now, shhh, it's okay,” Miles cooed. “You wanna be my good boy, don’t you? Well, you said it yourself just last week. Good boys wait patiently.”
Rhett had indeed said those exact words, when Miles grew a little too whiney and impatient. He’d taken Miles’ face in his hand, ignoring the crocodile tears, despite the fact that Rhett was always a goner for that precious, quivering bottom lip. He managed to hold his ground and gently reprimand Miles for being so impatient.
Now, Miles was taking that page right out of Rhett’s book.
He let Rhett squirm for a moment, and he could almost see the cogs turning in his head, trying so desperately to behave. And what a sight it was. Who would have thought it possible to put Rhett Abbott in his place? Stubborn, immovable, gruff. Someone capable of knocking a fully grown man out with a single punch.
And yet, here he was, quivering and drunk off his boyfriend’s cock, willing to do anything just to ensure that he was allowed to cum. It almost made Miles decide to let him. Almost.
“Gotta hold it for me a little longer, alright?” Soft, gentle, murmured into Rhett’s parted mouth as he kissed him.
“Uh-huh.” Rhett’s tongue delved past Miles’ lips, kissing him sloppily, salaciously.
When Miles started moving again, thrusting deep, Rhett moaned pathetically, brokenly. And as the movements continued, he grew so encompassed in bliss that drool began to pool at the corner of his mouth, dripping down his cheek.
Miles licked it clean.
Heat blossomed between the two men, growing hotter still, until it burned like a fiery inferno. They were both so far gone, unashamed of the mewls and grunts shared between them. As the warmth coursed through Miles’ veins, he found himself losing some of his resolve, suddenly very eager to reach his own end. Which meant he needed to coax Rhett to his.
Finally, finally, he granted the man permission.
“Ready to cum for me, baby?” Miles whispered, forehead resting against Rhett’s.
“Pl-please. Can’t…can’t hold it anymore.”
Insistently, Miles stroked Rhett in time with his thrusts. As he kissed him, he brought his free hand up to toy with Rhett’s nipples, tugging the pebbled little buds until Rhett was literally squealing against his mouth.
“Fuck! I’m–!”
That was when Miles was given the utter privilege of watching his beloved fall apart. As the crescendo came to a head, Rhett was consumed with it, trembling like a live wire as his orgasm ravaged him. It spilled from his pulsing cock in hot waves, creamy white against his belly, painting an obscene yet oddly beautiful picture.
Through it all, he shook and moaned and whined, head thrown back, mouth parted, losing himself.
Miles lost himself, too. With a few more deep-seated thrusts inside Rhett, who was still clenching tightly around him, Miles fell to pieces. Instinctively, he gripped one of Rhett’s hands as it overtook him.
White-hot, earth-shattering, it engulfed him. He couldn’t help the whimper that broke free from his throat, and he buried his face against the heat of Rhett’s neck as Miles pressed his hips forward as close as he could.
Rhett’s eyes rolled back at the flood of warmth inside him, the evidence of MIles’ release seeping into the deepest part of him. Claiming him. Marking him. I’m yours. All yours. Always.
Vibrating, shivering, floating on an entirely different plane of existence, each of them came down from their own respective pleasure highs. As his vision cleared, Miles slowly lifted his head from where it was buried against Rhett’s neck, and he took in the sight of him.
Eyes hooded, mouth parted, cheeks flushed. Still cock drunk. And then, something shifted. Miles could see it in the slight furrow of Rhett’s brow, the softening of his glossy eyes. “Did…was I good?”
The vulnerability in that phrase nearly broke Miles. “Oh, bubba,” came his whisper as he ducked forward to kiss Rhett sweetly. “You were perfect.”
Rhett’s chin began to quiver. His eyes welled with tears. “I-I was?”
That was when Miles took Rhett’s face in both his hands, thumbs stroking warm cheeks. “Yes. You took that so well. I’m so proud of you.”
The tears began to fall. And Rhett hardly knew what to do with himself. Why was he crying? What on earth was wrong with him? It came in waves, and he couldn’t stop it. Miles could have panicked in that instance. He could have spiraled and convinced himself that he’d hurt Rhett, that he’d ruined everything, that this whole scene was all in vain.
But for whatever reason, a sense of calm washed over him, and he realized that he knew what to do. After all, he’d been in this position many times after an intense scene. Rhett didn’t need Miles to fuss over him. Didn’t need him to ask a thousand questions.
All he needed was to be held.
“Hey, it’s okay,” came Miles’ whisper. He eased his softening cock out of Rhett, kissing away the other man’s whine of protest. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
He crawled up beside Rhett, pulling him into his chest, cradling him close. He comforted Rhett through the comedown, lips pressed against his forehead, hand stroking up and down his back. Sweet, gentle, loving.
In that very moment, Miles truly felt like he was in his element. There was no guessing, no worrying that he was doing something wrong. He knew exactly how to express tenderness. After being robbed of it for so long, Miles was now in a place where he was safe and loved. The least he could do was return that comforting feeling to Rhett.
Miles wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Perhaps five minutes. Maybe ten. After a while, Rhett’s tears slowed. And when he was ready, he lifted his head, cheeks reddened, shy smile tugging at his mouth.
“Sorry. Don’t know what the hell came over me.”
But Miles only shook his head, hand coming up to cup Rhett’s cheek. “Don’t ever apologize for that. It means so much that you felt safe enough to let go like that in front of me.”
Sniffling, Rhett nuzzled closer to Miles. “I, uh, didn’t expect it to be that intense. Couldn’t control it, all of a sudden I was just…cryin’.”
Miles’ mouth curved into a fond smile. “Now you know how I feel. S’why I cry nine times out of ten after sex. It’s just…everything I could ever want. And you always make me feel so good. Can’t help but have an emotional release, I guess.”
At that, Rhett tilted his head back to kiss Miles sweetly. “Thanks for lettin’ me be all vulnerable with you like that.”
Miles nuzzled his nose against Rhett’s. “That’s what good boyfriends do.”
The afterglow settled upon them, and they remained curled against each other for a little while longer, enjoying the peace. When the silence was broken again, it was by Miles, who asked, “Did I, um, do a good job, being in control like that?”
Rhett smiled. “Yeah, you did a great job, bub. I really liked it. It was a nice change. Plus, it was really hot, seein’ you take control.”
Relief washed over Miles. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m glad we talked things out and figured out what works for you. After we cleared the air, it was like you were a natural.”
Pride warmed Miles’ chest. “I dunno if I was a natural, but–”
“No, I’m serious. Honestly, I’d like to let you take control more often, if you’d be willing.”
At that, Miles nodded. “I’d like that, too.”
Rhett soon fell serious as he reached out to brush his fingers over Miles’ cheek. “But don’t forget, you don’t gotta jump through hoops just to keep me interested. Like I said earlier, I could never get tired of you. I need you to know that.”
Miles let his forehead rest upon Rhett’s. “I do know that,” he whispered. “And thank you for reminding me.”
“I’ll scream it from the rooftops if I have to. You’re already everythin’ I could ever want. And don’t ever change, you hear me? You just keep on bein’ yourself.”
“I’ll keep being me,” Miles agreed.
Rhett beamed. “That’s all I could ever ask for, bub.”
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