Sala glanced back at his opened suitcase. "What's it look like, bra?" Lawrence picked up the cowboy hat with careful fingers and gave Sala a questioning stare. "What? I got it in Dallas. That's in Texas," Sala said. "Y'know, where they filmed the TV show?" "I know where Dallas is." Lawrence plucked a rather ornate pair of snakeskin cowboy boots from the suitcase, and held them up. The mattress dipped low under his weight as he shifted. "And these?" "Go with the hat.' "Uh huh." "What?" Sala hung up the last of his shirts and picked up the hat, tilting it on his head, "Think it looks good on me." "Think you look like an idiot." Sala frowned, rubbing a hand across a stubbled chin. "What'd'you know? All the girls at the con thought it was the shit." Lawrence smiled. "Probably trying to flatter you to get in yer pants, mate." Sala frowned again. "Well, I like it." "Glad someone does." "And I look great in the boots." "If you say so." Sala glared at Lawrence and lowered his fingers to his jeans, nimbly unbuttoning them. "What're you doing?" "Proving a point," Sala said, shoving the jeans down muscled legs and pulling off his t-shirt, baring a well-defined chest. Lawrence simply blinked as Sala placed the hat back on his head and slid into the boots. "Well?" Lawrence cleared his throat, raking over tight muscle and cocoa skin. "Um..." "Sexy, innit?" Sala slid a hand up a chiseled thigh, through the springy curls at his groin, up along a toned stomach. "Um..." Sala propped a booted foot on the bed, fingertips still lightly exploring dark skin, sleek muscle, and tilted the hat back at a rakish angle. "Um..." "Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen you speechless," Sala grinned, rubbing a flat nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Notspeechless," Lawrence mumbled, fisting his hands in the comforter. Deft fingers ran a slow path up Sala's cock, teasing tight skin. "Yeah?" "Mmhmm." Lawrence stood, looming over Sala. "Think I might be up to a bit of bareback riding, even." Sala winked. "Have to catch me first to break me in," he said, and took off running out of the bedroom with a war-like yelp. "Crazy idiot," Lawrence stated, shaking his head. He smiled, low and wicked, a smile that would have given Sala chills, had he seen it. Lawrence took off after Sala a moment later, still grinning. The chase was on.
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