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there flat on my back after my ride, I thought I saw a flash of red in the air. Was that you?”
    “Yep. Took pity on you. Didn’t want to see you get trampled in your moment of glory.” Johnny chuckled.
    “What did you do? A handstand on the bull’s back?”
    “I ran in front of him to draw his attention and his horn got caught in my shirt. Flipped me up in the air and I did a somersault. Landed on my feet too.” Johnny nodded with pride.
    “You’re a lunatic. I would have been okay.”
    Johnny’s voice was a bit tight. “You weren’t moving fast enough. Bad enough getting stepped on, let alone having a bull fall on you from six feet in the air.”
    “Thanks, babe.” Cody pulled Johnny close and kissed him.
    “You taste like booze,” Johnny commented when Cody released him.
    “It’s a fine old tradition for the losers to buy a few for the winner after,” Cody said promptly. “Listen, I don’t want you taking chances like that for me again.”
    “I do it for everyone. It’s my job.”
    “But that one was too close.”
    Johnny shook with laughter. “Every now and then you gotta let the bulls think they got a chance. It’s the sporting thing to do.”
    “As long as they don’t get you for real.”
    Johnny reached over and gently started rubbing Cody’s dick.
    “Are you trying to change the subject?”
    “Am I succeeding?”
    Cody leered, then dropped his head onto the back of the couch and groaned with pleasure. “I’m too drunk to make it to the bed and too old to fuck on the couch.”
    “I’m amazed you can even get it up with all you had to drink,” Johnny marveled. “Especially at your age.”
    “Hey! I’m not old!”
    “That’s not what you just said. But we could just stay here and mess around.”
    Then Cody’s mouth was on Johnny’s, his tongue thrusting between his lips. The first touch of his hand made Johnny’s hips jerk as they made out. There was something that made him get all weak about being the object in the laser beam of Cody’s attention. When Cody wanted something right now, he planned on getting it, and nothing stood in his way. Johnny parted his legs to give Cody better access while reaching for his partner. Cody’s dick felt hard and silky in his hand. He spit in his palm and went back to jacking his boyfriend while they kissed.
    He tried to hold off as long as he could, but it was so weirdly erotic and intense to sit huddled under the blanket jerking each other off like teenagers with Cody’s tongue down his throat, almost hotter than fucking would have been. Cody ground forcefully against him. His hand was moving quickly, and Johnny exploded without warning, gasping as his hips jerked and Cody’s fingers grew slick with his come.
    Johnny held his spent cock, lazily watching while Cody used his come as lube to finish himself off. His boyfriend’s body was lean and tight, narrow hips lifting off the couch as he shot, his eyes closed and mouth open in a pleasurable grimace. Then his muscles sagged in surrender to fatigue and booze, and his head rolled to the side as he fell instantly asleep, giving Johnny a chance to stare at him without feeling stalkerish about it. With a gentle finger, he traced the scar on the square jaw from the time a bull’s horn had gashed Cody.
    The contented humming sound he heard turned out to be him. Johnny rested his head on Cody’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

    W AKING up hot, sticky, and with a kink in his neck, Cody peered around the room blearily, looking for Johnny. He was alone. His head hurt. He pushed the blanket off and staggered to the bathroom to bleed his lizard and take a shower.
    When he emerged, Johnny was in the room, eating breakfast and watching TV with the sound off. A takeout bag sat unopened on the table. Cody moaned at the smell of sausage and also with the pain of his hangover. “Coffee.”
    “And aspirin. By your takeout.” Johnny pointed with his biscuit.
    “You really are a lifesaver, in the ring