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Each breath Micah took was visible in the cold air, going up like smoke out of a chimney. He tugged on his jacket and grumbled in annoyance as the cold wind bit at his exposed face and neck. He had always been sensitive to the cold.
He was heading to the stable to make sure the horses were fed. Though the only horse he really cared about was Baylock. He loved that horse.
He entered the stable and saw Baylock standing in a stall with Arthur's horse. Arthur. Micah couldn't develop a strong opinion on him. He made him feel strange. Mostly, he hated him. He hated how everyone in the gang respected him and looked up to him. Nobody liked Micah. He was always alone.
He gritted his teeth as he thought about it. Arthur, so special that he got to sleep in his own room. It was unfair, Micah thought.
But there was another part of him, one he didn't like to acknowledge too often. A part of him that noticed how strong Arthur's hands were, how he could carry a deer with ease. How defined his waist was compared to how broad his shoulders were. Micah bit his lip as he thought about it, handing a carrot to Baylock.
He wondered if Arthur was stronger than him, he didn't know. Arthur was not one for physical touch, and they had never fought before. Micah wondered how fun it would be to fight him, to roll around on the ground with him and feel all his hard muscles press into him. Maybe feel something else hard and hot press into him. Micah cut that thought off quickly. He was no invert. But... Arthur was different. Micah cast his eyes around. The old rundown building was empty and quiet beside the sounds of the horses' breathing and the angry wind outside.
Micah shuffled his feet and took his brush from out of his pocket. As he started to brush Baylock, his mind began to wander again. He had seen the way Arthur walked after riding his horse for hours. He wondered if he'd walk in that awkward way if he got fucked in the ass. Micah grinned as he thought about it, as he thought about holding Arthur down and putting him in his place. He wondered if he'd fight back, Micah would prefer that. He'd prefer Arthur crying and begging while Micahs fat cock stretched him open.
Micah hummed, and when he glanced down, he could see a tent in his pants. He considered just letting it die down on its own, but the temptation was too much. He leaned against the wall of the stall and slowly palmed his hard cock through his pants. It made him bite his lip and groan. As he touched himself, he saw Arthur in his minds eye. Shame was quickly being washed away, and the urge to simply indulge in his fantasies and his bodies pleasure was too much to resist.
In his mind, Arthur was getting down on his knees in front of him. He was gripping Arthur's thick hair and forcing him to choke on him as his hips thrusted to meet his face.
"Yesss... suck it! C'mon..." Micah rambled to himself as he unzipped his pants and took his cock out. The feel of the leather gloves on it was incredible and he moaned loudly.
Arthur choked and sputtered as Micahs hips moved at a brutal face. His lips stretched around his cock and his eyes watered. He made a whimper of pain as Micah pulled on his hair but he kept sucking.
"Fuck, you like that?" Micah had his eyes closed and his head leaned back, fully focused on the fantasy as his hand worked furiously over his cock.
Arthur tried to say something, but it made no sense when his mouth was stuffed full. One of his hands was playing with Micahs balls, rolling them and squeezing them gently. Micah pressed a boot between Arthur thighs, stepping on the huge boner he was sporting. Arthur moaned and pressed his hips up to greet the boot, humping him like a dog.
"Ohh, you fuckin' whore, Morgan!" Micah was getting close, pre cum was drooling out of him and wetting the slide. Baylock was watching with curiosity as the stall was filled with the wet squelching sounds as Micah chased his pleasure, pretending his hand was Arthur's slutty mouth.
Arthur could tell he was close and started to really suck him. Slurping and gagging on his cock, running his tongue along the veins and giving special attention to the tip. All the while he was humping Micahs boot like a wild animal, desperate to find his own release.
"Oh yeah! Yesss, you want my cum? Swallow it!" Micah was just about to cum, his balls drawing up and the muscles in his thighs clenching. Suddenly, he heard the stable door open. Micahs eyes shot open and he quickly stuffed his throbbing cock back into his pants.
He was panting as he turned around, looking to see who it was. It was Arthur. Micah looked away. He needed to get himself under control, his face felt like it was on fire.
"Micah," Arthur greeted casually. He walked to the stall his horse was in, the same stall Micah was in. "You good?" He asked, coming closer and seeing how Micah was sweating and red.
Micah leaned over a bit, trying to hide the boner still in his pants. It hurt so bad, he wanted to cum. Micah watched Arthur's mouth as he talked. He couldn't help but notice how nice his lips were.
"I'm fine," He gritted out. "Jus' wasn't expectin' company, that's all."
"Hmm," Arthur entered the stall to stand by Boadicea. "Did ya feed her?"
Micah looked up, confused. "No, it's yer horse."
Arthur frowned and took an apple from out of his satchel. "I should've known, you only ever think 'bout yerself."
Micah's cock twitched. Oh, he loved it when Arthur got mean with him. He smiled shakily and stood beside Baylock. His lower half was hidden by the horses and all Arthur could see was his shoulders and head. Micah grabbed Baylocks saddle with one hand, and while still staring at Arthur, he let one hand grab his cock through his pants.
Arthur was completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, Micah was stroking himself.
"I wouldn't say that," His face came out more breathy than he intended. He really needed to control himself. "I do think about money and killin' quite often." He grinned crookedly.
Arthur looked up from where he was brushing Boadicea. He was not amused. "How could I forget?" He grumbled.
"Yeah, how could you?" Micah slithered a hand down his pants and almost immediately started going at his cock with a rough and fast pace, he just wanted to cum. He needed to hurry up before Arthur realized what he was doing.
Micahs legs felt weak as he stared at the furrowed, concentrated eyebrows on Arthur's face. Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, Micah took his cock out and again it was exposed to the cold air. He hissed.
Arthur looked up at the sound, and Micahs hand froze. "Are ya sure yer okay?" He almost sounded genuinely concerned.
"Jus' dandy, didn't know ya cared so much about me." He rubbed his thumb across the tip and smeared the pre cum down his shaft.
Arthur sighed. "Forget I asked." He rummaged through his satchel and then groaned. "Micah? Do you have any sugar cubes? I normally give Boadicea one after I brush her, but it looks like I'm all out."
Micah was fighting not to pant. He had to be careful not to move his shoulder and arm too much. His hand rolled the foreskin up and down over his cock head at a furious, desperate pace. "Yeah," His voice shook. He reached into the satchel on Baylock with his free hand and grabbed a few sugar cubes.
Arthur started to walk over, going around the horses so he could stand face to face with Micah to retrieve the cubes. Micahs heart raced, and he leaned against Baylock, trying to act casual as he handed Arthur the sugar cubes over the horses saddle.
That was too close, he was nearly caught. His fingers brushed against Arthur's as he handed him the cubes and suddenly his balls were drawing up and the muscles in his thighs were flexing. "Ohh!" He moaned accidentally as he suddenly began to cum.
It was intense and his cum could've gone far had he not been catching most of it in his leather glove, shoving his cock back into his pants as it erupted. He knew if he got cum on the ground, Arthur would surely notice.
"Micah?" Arthur walked around Baylock to stand right in front of Micah. Micahs cock was still twitching and spurting more cum in his pants. He felt uncomfortably wet, covered in his own cum.
Micahs eyes went wide and he stuck his sticky hand behind his back and tried to bend over to hide his crotch but it was too late. Arthur could see the large wet spot in his pants, thankfully his still slightly hard cock was hidden by the thick fabric. He didn't look as angry as Micah thought he would be. Instead, he wrinkled up his nose and shook his head.
"If you needed to pee, you could've just done it in the corner or left the stable, no reason to do it in yer damn pants!" He walked back to Boadicea and gave her one of the sugar cubes.
Micahs face was flushed and he was panting. He couldn't believe Arthur thought he had pissed himself, he really was dumb as rocks. He decided this was probably the best outcome to the situation though. "Heh, guess I drank a bit too much. Let's... let's keep this between us, yeah?"
Arthur nodded. "I don't see why anybody would want to know about this. Nasty, I hope you have a pair of fresh clothes."
Micah didn't. He spent the last few days in Colter wearing cum stained pants, or piss stained in Arthur's mind. Thankfully, his pants dried by the time he left the stables.