Page 25 of His Worst Crime

“What’s it—?”

“Tell me.”

“I… It’s best.”

“At midnight you come to say goodbye to a horse?”

“I thought no one would be here. That’s all I was doing. Honest.”

Now they were facing each other, watched by Boira, who’d never seen this much activity at night in her young life. David was dressed in dress jeans and a clean white dress shirt, as if he’d come from dinner or some event.

There was a single question Ramon needed to ask: Why are you running? He only needed to ask it, and then their relationship would fall one way or the other. Either on the side of the law, and then things would play out in a carefully ordered sequence, involving other police, lawyers, plea bargains, and possibly… but he could barely let himself think it: jail time. Or it could fall the other. There would be a simple, above-board explanation. They could be together. Ramon wouldn’t be putting his career on the line. Everything would all work out like in a fairy story. However, he knew the chances of the penny falling that side were slim.

So instead of asking the question, he did a really stupid thing: he surged forward and kissed him. Letting his phone light die as his arms went around Davey, he grabbed him and held him. Their lips collided in the dark. At first the boy resisted, but not for long. Soon he was kissing him back. Their bodies pressed together, and he felt Davey give in, his body becoming pliant and tactile, after his initial stiff resistance. He breathed in Davey’s hot breath, which he’d missed though he hadn’t known how much until this instant. He tasted once again David’s saliva on his tongue, was overwhelmed by the fragrance of his sweat, a particular tang that was unique to Davey. The boy’s arms were now hugging him too, his cock hard and pressing into his thigh. Ramon’s hands came up and his fingers dove into Davey’s tangled hair. Even as he was kissing him, Ramon knew this was a mistake, but he didn’t care. Let the future play out however it would, he was damned if he was going to lose Davey again now that he had him, was physically holding him. And he could feel that Davey wanted him. That hard cock pushing into him was no figment of his imagination but demanding and real. His lips were on Ramon’s and his tongue pushed into his mouth, needing Ramon just as much as Ramon needed him.

Ramon stopped kissing him for a moment.

“Is there somewhere…?” he breathed into his ear.

“My old room?”

“No, not there.”

“Then the hay store.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

He turned on his phone’s torch light again and, his arm tightly around Davey, urged them roughly in the direction of the hay store, a room beside the tack room that fulfilled the function of a barn, where they stored about a dozen bales of hay at any one time for the horses. Davey let himself be led, unresisting. All the time they kept kissing, stumbling without clearly seeing their way, but holding each other up, arms wrapped around each other.

It was a room with no door on it, open to the yard, but at this time of night, no one was around to see them. Davey flicked a switch beside the door and a weak bulb lit it up, where half a dozen oblong hay bales were stacked two high, forming a rough, scratchy bed. Looking around, Davey grabbed a canvas horse blanket and threw it over them. Then the two men turned back to each other, scrabbling at each other’s clothes. Ramon wanted to rip the buttons off Davey’s shirt and simply wrench it from him, but some small sane part of his mind recognized it was probably his only decent shirt. Davey pushed him away, dealing with the buttons himself, before tearing it off and tossing it to the floor. Ramon had already stripped off his tee, throwing it down.

For a moment they stared at each other, mesmerized each by the other’s body: Ramon’s torso lightly covered in dark hair that swirled in whorls around his pecks and down his washboard stomach; David’s smooth body, with its fine, almost invisible, blond chest hair slightly glistening in the dim light.

To David, standing here, shirtless, with this copper—Ramon, his name was Ramon—felt like a dream. He’d come up here to the stables in the dead of night to do one thing, well, two things, because he’d also wanted to say goodbye to Boira. He shouldn’t have listened to Ned, just like he shouldn’t have listened to Chris, because here he was again, in the worst place he could possibly be, doing the stupidest thing he could ever conceive of doing—which made two stupidest things in one night.

It’s just that since Ramon had surprised him, he’d been in shock, unable to process what it meant for Ramon to find him here, caught in the act. Except, Ramon didn’t know—David was fairly sure he didn’t suspect. But the copper had caught him like a rabbit in the headlights, and all David could do was react, react to Ramon’s voice, to his lips, to his tongue, to his strong arms around him. And he found himself obeying, going along with what Ramon wanted, just like he did with Chris and Ned. Except David wanted this too, and if he was going to go down, well then, let it be worth it. He might not get another chance to do this, not without anyone knowing, not like this, where no one knew him, where there were no consequences—yet. And Ramon was, it was like something just felt right with him. David couldn’t say no, and didn’t want to. He willed Ramon to take charge. He had to know who he was, what he was, for once and for all. When would he ever get another chance? Not like this. So maybe this was just a dead-of-night dream, but it was one David was willing to dream, to control and experience as fully as he could. Tomorrow he’d pay the price, whatever that was.

So David stepped toward Ramon, grabbed his belt, rushed, violent, scared but determined. He was desperate to rid them of everything that held them back, the clothes that separated them. He got Ramon’s belt undone and wrenched his jeans down over his thighs. Pushing Ramon almost violently down onto the hay bales, he dropped to his knees before him. Ramon was wearing black boxer briefs, which cupped his cock and balls into a hefty bulge. Davey slipped his hands under the elastic and dragged them down, not quite believing what he was even doing, but unwilling to think further, and refusing to stop.

Ramon’s cock sprang free before his face. He brought his face close, mesmerized by the sight and by the sudden musky smell of him. He’d never had another man’s cock… between his hands… so near his eyes, his mouth…. Ramon’s balls were full and covered by a dark fuzz of pubic hair, while his brown shaft stood up, broad and straight, out of the dark forest of public hair around his groin which continued on up his belly. Davey was suddenly unsure what to do, how to treat the first cock he’d ever touched in his life, except his own. He gently traced its length and girth with his fingertips, aware of Ramon’s eyes upon him. The man gazed down at him, expectant, so he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip tentatively. He was rewarded with a warm sweet spot of precum on his tongue, which he hadn’t expected but quite liked. Was this bad, to be putting another man’s cock in his mouth? Would he be now cursed as a bad person for doing this thing? He decided he didn’t care, didn’t care that Ramon was a copper, didn’t care that it was all going to turn to shit afterwards because he knew that it was, but he was going to do this anyway. Why not?

He opened his mouth and took Ramon’s head between his lips, licking around the tip with his tongue. So far so good, and he knew about not using your teeth. Ramon sighed in pleasure. Hopefully he was doing OK. All the reference he had was porn videos, but he’d seen enough of those. He took more and more of him into his mouth until the wide head hit the back of his throat. Ramon’s hands came up and gently gripped his scalp, his fingers fondling with his hair as he guided him on and off his cock, in and out slowly. The feeling of this warm, fleshy, spongy but firm thing in his mouth felt strange. He could smell Ramon’s groin, a strong pungent smell of manhood and sweat that he liked. He felt debased and dirty, but it was also fun. He felt basic and bad, but wanted more. He tried pressing down deeper and Ramon’s hands on the back of his head firmly pushed him down until he was choking. Ramon released him slightly, letting him get back his breath, swallow the saliva that was running out of his mouth and making Ramon’s cock slippery and wet, so it slid into his throat more easily. Then Ramon was gently pushing again, so he took a deep breath and let Ramon’s hands force him down, back to that choking, strangely pleasant feeling as Ramon’s meat filled his mouth and throat, and then there was a small pop as his larynx seemed to expand and Ramon was plunging deeper down his throat than he ever thought possible. It hurt quite a bit, and he was choking and spluttering, trying hard not to retch or throw up, but it was hard to control his throat. Through it all, he was loving it, the feeling of Ramon using him for his pleasure, hearing him groaning in ecstasy as he kept trying to plunge deeper and deeper down David’s throat. And he liked being able to give Ramon pleasure like this, wanted him to be proud of him, wanted to do it the best he’d ever had it.

He came up for air. His lips, chin and throat were all wet with saliva, and Ramon’s cock stood straight up before him like a glistening obelisk. Ramon’s dark eyes watched him.

“That was amazing,” he whispered.

David smiled, pleased that he hadn’t done too badly for his first time sucking cock.

Ramon sat up and gripped David by the shoulders.

“I want you to come with me,” he said. “Down to my farm. I have a farm. I want to make love to you, but I want to do it properly, all weekend, just you and me. Will you come?”

David’s heart did a flip. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. He should have been in contact with Ned by now, and then be gone, down to Andalusia, or wherever he could get, as far far away from Ramon as he could! Why did Ramon have to do this! Why couldn’t they just continue on here like they were doing?

“I don’t know… I’ve got plans…”

“Change them. Come.”