Page 18 of Coyote

I followed it down. My mouth watered, and I was hard so fast it hurt.

John watched me watching him. He didn't cover himself or look away. He just stood there in the steam, enormous and half naked, waiting to see what I would do.

I crossed the room, hooked one finger into his waistband, and pulled him down close enough to feel his breath against my face.

"Take off the rest."

I pulled my own shirt off. Nothing after that was mine to decide. The second it cleared my head, Coyote hooked his finger deeper into my waistband.

I caught his wrist. "The dressings can't go in the spring."

He looked up at me from somewhere near my belt. "I know."

"Natural water and fresh sutures don't mix."

"I know."

"And the puncture needs to stay dry."

"John." He pointed past me. A showerhead and a faucet stood against the far wall over slatted cedar, well clear of the spring. "Well water. I'm strange, not stupid."

"I didn't say you were stupid."

"You were winding up to it."

He took my wrist, moved my hand away, and opened my jeans. "Sit."

My knees locked.

Coyote looked up. "You want me to stop?"

"No."

"Then sit."

I sat on the cedar bench.

He crouched and peeled my jeans down carefully, working them over the dressing on my thigh without touching the wound. His knuckles skimmed the inside of my leg, and my cock stirred before the jeans cleared my knees.

Coyote sat back on his heels and looked at me without pretending not to notice. His eyes moved from my face to my chest, down my stomach, and stopped between my legs.

"If you're waiting for me to cover myself, little one, I don't have it in me."

"Good."

He pulled my boots off, worked the jeans down over my ankles, and stood.

Then he undressed.

His shirt hit the bench. His boots followed. Then he opened his jeans and pushed them down, and there was nothing to do but look. Narrow hips, hard lines at his stomach, more scars than I'd counted at the river. His cock stood dark and hard against his belly before he'd finished stepping out of the denim.

He caught me looking.

"Something on your mind, big man?"

"More than I want to say out loud in here."

"Keep them there."