Whispers in the Wild

I

Moses Taejin rolled his eyes as his friends ordered yet another round of beer. He hated the stuff. Couldn't stand the smell, nor the taste. He didn't know why he chose friends that drank their hearts out. Getting black out drunk wasn't Moses' style. He looked out across the rodeo, seeing that the only good thing about this place was the beefy cowboys.

Moses could stare at them all day. Their rippling muscles, their rough voices...it was like being in heaven for this poor man. I mean, the main reason Moses had even agreed to come out here was so he could look at beefy guys in tight jeans all night and no one would call him weird for it. While he thought all cowboys were hot, he preferred the real manly guys. The guys that looked like lumberjacks.

While his friends weren't looking, he snuck off into the sweaty crowd. 

Moses was damn short, so he was trying to avoid being stepped on. Hey...Being stepped on doesn't sound too bad... He shoved those thoughts away and instead focused on trying to locate a bathroom so he could redo his makeup. The heat was destroying it. Also, being a Korean man in the heart of redneck America was doing him no favours either. He caught many stares, but was used to it by this point. 

He was born here! He was allowed to be here. All these sweaty weirdos needed to get that through their heads before he crashed out on them. Moses frowned, and he looked around once more before spotting one of those nasty brick bathrooms. He walked over, entering the men's side. 

God, it still felt weird.

After all these years, Moses still felt strange going into the men's bathrooms. He wished he was just born a man so he didn't have to feel this way at all. It felt awful. He let out a long sigh as he reached into his pocket and took out his eye liner. He leaned over the filthy sink and touched up his eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on getting the lines just right for the look he was going for. He should've brought setting spray, but Moses didn't always think ahead. 

He wanted a hook up so bad right now. A hook up with a beefy, jacked cowboy. He'd ride it forever if he could. 

Moses hissed as he messed up a line. He got picky when it came to his looks, so he just bent down and started washing it all off. He looked even more a mess when it was all gone. His mascara had run a bit, staining his cheeks. Moses tugged at his hair and just groaned. Why didn't things ever go his way?!

"What in the world are ya doin'?"

Moses whirled around and he squealed when he saw who had just entered the bathroom. 

My god...

Standing before him by the doorway was one hell of a man. He had a trimmed beard, a hooked nose, and he was slick with sweat. His blonde curls were flattened by his hat which he was holding in those big, calloused hands of his. The new man cleared his throat. 

"You alright, mister? I didn't mean to frighten ya." He chuckled and walked over to the urinals, his back now to Moses. He unzipped his pants and did his thing, before zipping his jeans up again. He adjusted his belt before walking to the sinks and standing at the one directly next to Moses. 

Moses was having a mini panic attack right now. This dude was literally hotter than hot! He let out a small squeak, before quickly adjusting himself. "Y-Yeah...I'm okay. Just...doing stuff." He says quietly, while also trying to sound tough. 

The other cowboy raised a brow. "You do know how unconvincing that sounds? Are you...doing anything suspicious?" He laughed once he saw Moses' horrified expression, and he backed away a little. "Jeez! Chill out, fella. I ain't gonna out you for drugs. I ain't lookin' to be put on anyone's bad list."

Moses only stared with wide eyes. "W-Well I don't do drugs anyway! I don't condone that shit." He says. Maybe if he swore and cussed it'd make him sound cooler. "You yourself sound suspicious!" He fired back.

"Sure thing, sweet pea. Sounds like you wanna try me. Is that right?" He teased, grinning and getting Moses flushed. 

Moses was very much flushed. This guy was getting him all hot and bothered, and he loved and hated the feeling at the same time. 

God, he was intoxicating.

"You from the city? You look like it." The man says, crossing his arms over his chest, making his man tits bulge a little. "City folk are the only type to wear designer to a damn rodeo."

"Hey! This is not designer, thanks very much. I actually got this from a thrift store. I'm cool." That was a lie. Moses' earrings, boots and hat were designer. 

"You think I'm stupid?" He replied. "Look at this. Tell me what this says." He snatched Moses' hat right off of his head. He pointed to the label inside. "Tell me what this says."

The tag was clear as day. Louis Vuitton. Moses had gotten it custom made from one of his friends for a birthday not long ago. 

"Urgh! Louis Vuitton!" He growled, trying to get the hat back. He jumped forward and attempted to grab it. 

The man simply held it higher, initiating a game of catch. He just kept grinning down at Moses, using his height as a tool. "Oh! Says here your name is Moses? Who the fuck names their kid that?" He laughed and threw the hat into his opposite hand. 

Moses huffed and he backed away for a moment. "Shut up! I bet your name is something stupid, too! I bet it's something like Chuck, or...or Barry!" He shouted. 

"It's Austin, honey. Austin Boone." He placed the hat back on Moses' head. "Have a good night."

And just like that, Austin left the bathroom, vanishing into the nearby crowd. 

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