Vyvyan had spotted the hat blowing across the grassy common outside their house. It looked like one that the cowboys wore in the rodeos he had seen on TV, and it gave him a delicious idea that he hoped his poet boyfriend would be up for.
He had thought the hardest part would be sneaking the hat upstairs past Mike and Neil, but when it turned out there was a Cliff Richard special on from 9pm he realised the difficulty would be a) getting Rick upstairs at all, and b) ensuring he was thinking sexy thoughts about Vyv and not completely distracted by that stupid, poofy singer.
By the time he finally had Rick alone in his bedroom Vyv had a raging hard-on and practically tore the clothes off the complaining anarchist.
"New position tonight," groaned Vyv as he crashed them both on to bed before flipping them so he was underneath. He caught the look of surprise on Rick's face and smiled, the poet was so used to being completely submissive that anything with a remote taste of dominance was a complete shock.
Vyv lay on his back and guided Rick so he was kneeling above his cock, then slowly lowered him until he was buried to the hilt inside that part of Rick that was so hot and tight it made it hard for Vyv to breathe sometimes. Shakily reaching under the bed with one hand he located the hat and handed it to his boyfriend.
"Put it on," he whispered. He would have begged, offered money, cursed at Rick – whatever it took to get him to wear it but threats and bribes were not required as Rick, with a small smile of understanding, shoved the cowboy hat on his head and sat there waiting further instruction, full of cock and aching with need.
"Now, ride me cowboy", commanded the punk and - making little gasps and groans that were entirely un-manly and certainly not like a rodeo rider – Rick did as he was told. Vyv watched him as he moved with increasing speed and wondering how someone so spotty and greasy could look so damn beautiful, but with his head thrown back and an expression of utter passion showing on his flushed face Rick looked like the most gorgeous creature in the whole world.
Afterwards the exhausted poet lay asleep on top of Vyv, his cum sticking them together. The punk smiled in the darkness as he mentally explored this new game, and wondered what his boyfriend would look like in a French maid outfit.
