Down on the Farm (Ames Bridge Book 1)

by Silvia Violet

  Then Cal kissed him, right there by the side of his grandma’s house, where possums and any other creepy, under-the-house creatures could see them. He lost himself in the taste and feel of Beck, and he wanted more. He wanted to touch every inch of him, to breathe him in, to be inside him. When he finally had to pull back for air, Beck tugged on his arm. “Inside. Now.”

  They practically ran for the door. As soon as they were inside, Beck shocked Cal by grabbing his shoulders and shoving him up against the wall.

  “Fuck.” Maybe Beck actually wanted this as badly as he did.

  “Yes.” Beck dropped to his knees and worked the fastenings of Cal’s jeans.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I want my turn. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to see your face when I take you down my throat.”

  Cal sucked in his breath, and the room spun around him as Beck stroked him, slowly. Too damn slowly. He was hard enough to pound nails and desperate for serious friction. When Beck leaned forward and licked a drop of precome from the tip, Cal’s cock jumped, begging for more.

  Beck chuckled. “Mmm, you’re eager.”

  “God, Beck, I need this so much.”

  Beck took the tip of Cal’s cock into his mouth as he stroked the base of his shaft.

  Cal bucked against him, trying to go deeper.

  Beck looked up at him and smiled around his cock. “Fuck, you look good like that.”

  Beck took him deeper then, and Cal groaned as Beck swirled his tongue over the underside. Then he took him almost all the way down and held himself there for several long seconds.

  “Holy fuck.” Cal was mesmerized. He watched as Beck licked his length and then took him down again. He slid his hands into Beck’s hair, longing to make him go faster, but— No, he didn’t want things to end so quickly.

  He pushed at Beck’s shoulder. “I want you in a bed.”

  Beck licked his lips. “I’d like that.”

  Cal tucked his dick back in his underwear and helped Beck up. They scurried through the kitchen, and Cal turned toward the bedroom he’d seen at the back of the house, but Beck grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the stairs. “That was Grandma’s room. I just can’t in there.”

  Cal laughed. “I guess that is a bit much to ask.”

  Beck led him to a room where moonlight streaked across a spindly antique bed. “Not to brag or anything, but I’m not sure that bed will survive what I want to do to you.”

  Cal could just see Beck’s eyes widen in the moonlight.

  “Um…” He pressed down on the mattress, testing it. “It’s old, but it’s sturdy.”

  “It better be,” Cal said as he lifted his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

  Beck licked his lips and stared at Cal’s chest.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Uh… Yeah. Farming is, um… Good for you.”

  “I keep in shape.”

  Beck moved until he was close enough to touch. He skimmed over Cal’s shoulders and down his arms. “So hard.”

  Cal grinned. “That’s not the only thing that’s hard.”

  Beck snickered.

  “I had to say it.”

  “Of course you did.”

  Beck fumbled impatiently, trying to push Cal’s jeans over his hips. “I need to see all of you.”

  Cal brushed his hands away and shoved them and his underwear to the floor. Now his cock jutted out toward Beck as if begging for attention.

  Beck wrapped a hand around it. “Mmm. You were right. You’re hard all over.”

  “Beck, if you don’t get yourself naked and on that bed in the next few seconds, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

  Beck arched a brow. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

  Cal reached for him, planning to throw him over his shoulder. Then he realized his boots were still on and his pants were tangled around them. “Fucking fuck.”

  Beck laughed as Cal hopped around, trying to pull one of his boots off. “Maybe I’ll just lie down and take care of myself while you sort that out.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  Why the hell hadn’t he taken his damn boots off? Despite his haste, when Beck quickly stripped down, Cal froze and stared, one boot still on. Damn, he was gorgeous, all that smooth skin, and his long hard cock jutting out, ready to play.

  Beck grinned as he reclined on the bed and worked a hand up and down his shaft.

  He wasn’t starting without Cal. “Stop.”

  “Get over here and make me.”

  “Beckett Davis.”

  “Oooh, Daddy, are you going to use both my names?”

  Cal glared at him. “Sassy little shit.”

  Beck laughed so hard, his whole body shook, and Cal couldn’t help but join him.

  When Cal was finally free of boots, socks, and pants, he groaned, realizing he didn’t have any supplies with him. “Tell me you have condoms, ’cause I don’t.”

  Beck smiled. “You’re in luck.”

  “Where?”

  Beck started to scoot across the bed. “I’ll get them.”

  Cal laid a hand on his hip, halting his progress. “No, I want you waiting right here, spread out for me.”

  Beck rolled to his back, spread his legs, and toyed with his balls. “Like this?”

  “Fuck yes. Now tell me where to look.”

  “I have lube right here.” Beck tilted his head toward the nightstand. As Cal retrieved it, an image of Beck lying in bed at night, jerking off, immediately flashed in his mind. Did he fantasize about Cal as he did it?

  “Condoms?”

  “In the middle bathroom drawer, in the shaving kit.”

  Cal sprinted into the hall and then froze. “Which one’s the bathroom?”

  “It’s the next door down.”

  Cal dashed in, yanked the drawer open, and grabbed the whole box. Beck raised a brow when Cal tossed it on the bed. “Just how much stamina do you have?”

  “Enough for you.”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Cal pushed his legs apart and stretched out on top of Beck, who smiled up at him as he toyed with Cal’s hair. Cal kissed him then, working his hips as their tongues tangled, and loving the feel of their cocks sliding against one another.

  “Feels so good.” Beck’s words rushed out of him like a sigh. He wrapped his legs around Cal’s waist and bucked up, like he needed more friction.

  Cal obliged him, thrusting harder as he kissed his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone. Then he slid lower so he could flick his tongue over one of his nipples.

  Beck gasped. “Fuck, Cal.”

  “Yeah, I’m getting there.”

  “I thought you couldn’t wait.”

  Cal sucked the tight bud, eliciting a whimper. “And I thought you just wanted to tease.”

  “I teased so you wouldn’t wait.” Beck arched his back, and his cock pressed against Cal’s abdomen. “I need you now.”

  Cal was powerless against that plea. He sat back, grabbed the lube, and squirted some on his fingers. Beck watched the whole time.

  When Cal teased his hole with his thumb, Beck jumped. “The lube’s freezing.”

  Cal laughed. “It’ll warm up fast.”

  “Damn right it will.”

  Cal pushed a finger into him then. Fuck, Beck’s ass was so hot and tight. Cal needed his cock in there right that second.

  “More,” Beck demanded.

  He pushed another finger in and curled the digits forward, brushing Beck’s sweet spot.

  “Jesus! That’s good.”

  Cal did it again.

  “Fuck me, Cal. I’m so ready.”

  Cal smiled. He let his fingers slip from Beck’s body, quickly sheathed his cock, and slicked it up.

  “You want slow?” he asked as he teased Beck’s hole with the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck no.”

  “Good.” Cal surged forward, and Beck cried out, his ass squeezing Cal’s cock so tightly, he had to
start counting backward to keep from spilling like a goddamn teenager.

  Beck writhed, silently begging for more.

  Cal pulled out and pushed in more gently this time.

  “Don’t have to baby me, Cal. I may not be a farm hand, but I can take a good fucking.”

  And Cal was right back to counting. “Fuck, are you trying to make me come right now?”

  Beck grinned. “I’m just trying to get more of this.” He wriggled, obviously hoping to pull Cal deeper.

  “I have every intention of fucking you right through this mattress, but I want to make it last.” So much for that. He lifted Beck’s legs over his shoulders and drove in hard.

  “Caaaal!”

  Cal worked him hard and fast, and Beck held on to his arms so tightly, Cal was sure he’d be bruised.

  “More.” Beck bucked up, slamming their bodies together.

  God, he hadn’t had a fuck like this in… Never. It had never been this good.

  He grabbed Beck’s hips, holding him still as he pulled out. “Turn over,” he ordered, slapping Beck’s ass.

  From behind he’d be guaranteed to find an angle where his cock would drag over Beck’s prostate and make him lose his fucking mind.

  When Beck was on all fours, Cal yanked his hips up, tilting his ass to the perfect position. “You better hug that pillow. I’m going to make you come so hard, they’ll hear your screams all the way in town.”

  “Do it, Cal.”

  Beck’s breathless pleas made him crazy. He drove back in, rocking Beck forward.

  “Yes! Right there, fuck yes!”

  Cal smiled. This was just what they both needed. He worked himself in and out until Beck was whimpering, working his hips, begging for release. Cal took hold of Beck’s dick and stroked it in time with his fucking.

  “Cal, oh fuck. Cal, I—”

  “Come for me, baby. Show me how good it feels to be skewered on my cock.”

  Cal worked him faster, faster. Then Beck’s ass squeezed him so hard it hurt.

  “Fuck, Cal. Oh, fuck!” He buried his face in the pillow as if trying to hold in his cries. His hot seed spilled over Cal’s hand, and Cal kept pumping Beck’s cock until he’d wrung him dry.

  After a few more deep thrusts, his balls tightened, and the world grew fuzzy around the edges. Intense heat shot through his body as he pumped out his load into the condom.

  Beck groaned and pushed his hips back, taking Cal as deep as he could go. He fell forward, catching himself on his hands. For several seconds, he hung over Beck, trying to catch his breath as the world spun around him. The fact that he’d hardly slept seemed to catch up with him, increasing his exhaustion. He could barely stay upright.

  Finally, he forced himself to ease back. Beck winced when his cock slipped free. “Fuck, I’m going to be sore.”

  Cal chuckled. “Yeah, I bet you are.”

  Beck looked back at him and grinned. “I won’t be able to stop thinking about you, though.”

  “Good.” Cal was surprised by how much he meant that. He wanted Beck thinking about him, obsessing about him, because he sure as hell was going to be obsessing about Beck. Hell, he was already wondering how soon they could fuck again.

  He climbed off the bed, tossed the condom, and then returned to collapse beside Beck, who was still breathing raggedly.

  “Wore you out, did I?”

  Beck snorted. “I’m fine.”

  “Sure you are.”

  Neither spoke again for several moments. Cal looked around the room. The framed pictures of flowers, the blanket rack full of handmade afghans, and the ceramic ewer and pitcher on the dresser showed that Beck hadn’t done any redecorating. It was still very much his grandma’s house. “Your grandma would’ve killed me for this.”

  “Cal, she didn’t hate you because you were gay.”

  “I know you want to believe—”

  “No, Trish told me something. She probably shouldn’t have, but—”

  Cal snorted. “When did that ever stop her?”

  “True. Do you remember how Grandma and I used to come over in the summer, but then Grandma stopped talking to your mom?”

  “Yeah, they had some kind of fight, but I never knew why.”

  “Me either.”

  “I figured it was just over how a few of our horses kept getting out of the pasture and wandering around her yard.”

  Beck propped himself up on his elbow and faced Cal. “Yeah, me too, but apparently your grandfather and mine were both on the committee to get the bridge restored.”

  Cal rolled to his side too so they were facing each other. “I knew about that, but it happened before we were born.”

  “It was, but just let me get through the background. My grandfather did such a good job with fundraising that people asked him to run for state office. Your grandfather ruined his chances by revealing the location of his still to everyone.”

  “What? Why would Granddad do that?”

  Beck shrugged. “Jealousy, I guess. He must’ve thought he got undervalued.”

  “Damn, but that was ages before Mama and Miss Helen had a fight.”

  “Trish said Grandma didn’t know it was him until we were about fifteen.”

  Cal frowned. “Are you sure? What if it’s just a rumor?”

  “I can’t be certain. Trish believes it, and obviously Grandma did too. When she confronted your mom, Miss Martha defended your granddad.”

  “Of course she—” Beck held up a hand as Cal started to protest.

  “Understandably. He was her father, but that’s why Grandma wouldn’t sell to you.”

  Cal considered the story for a few moments. “Even if Miss Helen was angry with my mom, I had nothing to do with any of that.”

  “I loved my grandma, but she was really good at holding a grudge and extending it to family and friends of those who’d pissed her off.”

  “So we’re damned to the seventh generation?”

  Beck’s nose wrinkled. “Yeah, something like that. Or you were, but I’m going to make up a rental agreement for you. It would be petty of me not to, since I’m not using the land and you came over here to help me and now we’re…” He gestured between them.

  “Fucking. That’s all this can be.” Way to sound defensive, Cal.

  “So you think we should be fuck buddies while I’m here?”

  “Unless you don’t want to.”

  “No, that works for me.” Beck didn’t look pleased, though; he looked sad.

  “We can’t tell anyone.” That was Cal’s most important rule about fucking. No one in Ames Bridge could know shit about his sex life.

  “Cal, we’re both out, and now we’re next-door neighbors. People are going to make assumptions anyway. And you know how this town is; someone might already know you’re over here.”

  Cal jumped off the bed and grabbed his pants. “Shit, I got to get home.”

  “Cal, seriously, us spending more than five minutes together, me helping with the school tour, anything might start a rumor.”

  This was already getting too fucking complicated. “I can’t afford that. I guess you just can’t help with the tours anymore.”

  “That’s ridiculous and you know it.”

  “No, it’s not. You’re leaving here soon, but I’m not. I have to live my life here with these people.”

  Beck sighed. “All right, then. Whatever you need, but take a piece or two of Elsie’s pound cake when you leave. I’d thought we could have it for breakfast.”

  He’d been planning breakfast? No one but his mama had ever served Cal breakfast. For a second he considered staying, but no matter how much he might wish life was different, it wasn’t. “I’m not ever going to be able to stay for breakfast.”

  “Yeah, I get that,” Beck said, his expression too bland to be anything but a cover for his real feelings.

  Knowing he’d hurt Beck, Cal sat back down on the bed so he could kiss him. “You were amazing.”

  “Yeah?”


  “Definitely. Call Stephanie at eight, and tell her I sent you to her. And I’m around if you need anything. I mean that.”

  “I called last night, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, you did.” And it had given Cal the courage to admit he’d fucked up by sending Beck home.

  “I told myself it was because I didn’t have a choice, but I wanted to see you, and I wanted you in my bed.”

  Cal might not stay for breakfast, but no way in hell was he going to give Beck up. He’d give as much of himself as he could for as long as Beck would stay. “I wanted to be here.”

  “Call me when you’re done for the day?”

  It would be so fucking easy for them to get caught if they saw each other frequently, but… “Yeah, okay.”

  “Good.” Beck rolled onto his back and groaned. “I’ll be thinking about you every time I sit down today.”

  Cal laughed. “And I’ll be thinking about you thinking about me.”

  “Cal, we could—”

  “Let’s just enjoy our time together and not complicate it.” He was far too close to admitting he wanted more than sex, and that wasn’t possible.

  Beck nodded. “Okay.”

  But Cal’s throat felt constricted and his stomach uneasy. There was nothing uncomplicated about his feelings for Beck.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Beck spent the next two days on the arduous process of going through his grandmother’s things, sorting them into throw away, give away, sell, and keep. He meant to keep only those things that were truly important to him, but there were so many memories tied up in her things: dishes, pictures, cookie cutters, the things she’d loved that made him think of the summer weeks he’d spent with her. He’d often helped her in the kitchen, and even when he wasn’t stirring or chopping or rolling out dough, he was often sitting on a stool, watching her can or bake.

  After choosing only the unique pieces from a cabinet full of bowls and pitchers, he sighed and glanced at the clock. It was five. He was ready for a break. Lunch seemed like a lifetime ago.

  Would Cal be done for the day? They hadn’t seen each other the night before; Elsie and Irene had come by after dinner, and then Cal had been working on his budget. Beck had hoped they could have dinner together that night. He sent Cal a text, and then rather than agonize over whether wanting to see him today was too pushy, he stepped into the shower.