by Sean Michael
Trey laughed and the sound was rich, sweet. “I'll bring a towel. Two, even.”
“If you want, but I won't mind if you don't.” He moved up to lick at Trey's lips and then kiss the man again, moaning softly. Trey pulled him down, gave him a long, slow kiss, tasting him. He pulled away, gasping. “If we don't go now, we're doing it right here.”
“Bed, Yankee.” Trey gave him a wicked, warm smile. “Want you.”
He nodded and returned Trey's smile, holding his hand out to his lover. “Yeah. I want you, too.”
That warm callused hand took his and Trey stood, naked and fine and proud. He walked with Trey to the bedroom at the back of the house, pushing into Trey's arms when they got to the bed, rubbing and kissing. Those warm arms just folded around him, held him close and tight. Trey's lips were swollen and hot, those dark eyes shining at him. Their pricks slid together, hot and leaving wet trails against each other's skin. It made him moan, his balls aching.
“Taste so good.” Trey's kisses were like drugs, slow, heated things that left him shaking, dazed. He nodded. Yeah, he knew all about that. He pushed Trey back onto the bed, following him down. Trey stretched out, wiggling again, long line of body calling for his touch. He slid his fingers down Trey's sides, wrapping his hands around hips that seemed to fit his palm perfectly. He bent to touch his tongue to one little nipple again.
“Russ...” Not desperate now, Trey's voice was all soft, sweet wanting.
“Right here,” he murmured, licking at Trey's nipple before nuzzling his way over to the other one and biting it, not too hard, just a bit, with his teeth. That earned him a moan, a whimper, Trey arching beneath him, thighs parting to cradle him. He stayed there a bit, prick rubbing against Trey's thigh as he sucked and licked and bit those tiny nubs of flesh. Trey started rocking up, moaning, cock hard and wet-tipped against him. He kept playing at Trey's chest until he couldn't wait anymore. Then he reached over to the side table for the lube. His hands were shaking with need as he slicked them up. It wasn't nerves. No, not him.
Trey tilted his face, took his lips. “It's going to be good, Yankee. You'll make it good.”
He nodded. “I will,” he murmured against Trey's lips. “I promise.”
“I know. I trust you.” Then Trey took his hand and drew it back to that tight, hidden hole. “Show me.”
Whimpering, he nodded again, letting his fingers slide against Trey's crease, pushing slightly every time they passed that sweet hole. Trey was breathing with him, hips rocking a little, pushing a little, cheeks flushed and pink.
“Now,” he whispered, pushing with one finger, gasping softly as it sank into tight heat.
“Oh...” Trey's eyes closed, a soft sound escaping. “I can feel you.”
“Yeah. And I can feel you. So tight, Trey, so hot.” He moved his finger, sliding it in and out, moaning softly.
Trey's thighs parted wider, knees lifting. “Good...” He moaned again, pulling his finger right out, slicking it up again. And the one next to it. Both fingers still slid in pretty easy, though Trey seemed tighter than ever. “Mmm ... full. Feels good, Russ. Hot.”
“Feels amazing. I'm inside you, Trey.” He watched as he pushed his fingers into Trey again and again. Oh. How incredible was that? Almost as incredible as watching Trey's hips move to meet his touches, that ring of muscle pulling him right in. His fingers curled slightly as he pushed in deeper.
“Russ!” His fingers touched something deep inside Trey and his lover jerked, eyes wide. “Again?”
He remembered how that felt from where Trey was and he nodded, pushing hard to find the spot again.
“Oh. Oh. Yeah. Russ. Oh...” Trey's toes and fingers curled, breath coming faster, stronger.
He was kind of shaking again, but this time from need and he wanted and he didn't think he could wait much longer. “Trey? I need...”
“Yes. Please. God, now.” Trey drew his knees up, offering him everything. He whimpered, cock throbbing at the sight, at how Trey opened up to him just like that. He got the slick stuff on his prick and spread it around and then settled close between Trey's legs. Then he was pressing in, half convinced his cock was never going to fit into that so tight place. It did though, sliding in so slow and deep and slick and oh. Oh. Trey was just taking him deep, stretching for him. He moaned, whimpered, his eyes finding Trey's and holding onto the dark gaze.
“Love you.” Oh. So serious. So sure. Trey's eyes were so deep. He gasped, back arching as the words made him jerk, made him come inside his lover.
“So hot...” Trey arched, reaching down to pump that thick, dark shaft, ass tightening about him. He whimpered as aftershocks shook him. He should be doing that for Trey, but he couldn't quite get his hands to work and he just moved his hips instead, short little jerks that pushed his prick across Trey's gland. Trey's head lifted from the pillow, short pants coming, low moaning in the air. He bent and took one of Trey's nipples between his teeth, licking at the tip. A sharp cry sounded, Trey's body tightening impossibly as heat splashed on his belly. He gasped, shivering and whimpering as his arms finally gave out and he collapsed against Trey, holding his lover tight.
“Mmm ... it's good. We're good.” Trey stroked his back, his hair, breathing coming back to normal.
He nodded, moaning a little as he slid out. He pushed closer to Trey to make up for it, wanting that unbelievable closeness back. “We're really good.”
“Yeah. We are.” Trey nodded, blinking slow.
He found the edge of the covers with his foot and pulled it up over them both, snuggling in, warm and right. “Happy New Year, Trey.”
“Happy New Year, Yankee.” He got a grin and a nuzzle. “Sleep well.”
“I will.” He gave Trey another kiss and then settled. And wasn't there just a perfect spot for him, curled up against Trey's side? Yeah. There was.
Chapter 10
Trey spent a bit looking over the bills, then shook his head. “I think we need to go shopping and buy a lotto ticket, Russ. We're breaking even, almost doing good.” He stretched tall, listening to his back pop. Damn, he was too young for the cold to settle in like that.
The last week had been fabulous, damn near perfect—all about laughing and loving and working.
“Hm?” Russ sounded distracted ... sad, or maybe upset.
“I just finished the bills. We're okay.” He turned, moved over to the couch. “Or maybe we're not. What's up, Yankee?”
“We're okay...” Russ looked at him. “We're better than okay, though, aren't we? I mean, ever since Christmas things have been ... well good. Really, really good, haven't they? I mean, I've been really happy.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, just a touch confused. “That's how it's supposed to be, right?”
Russ nodded and then shook his head. “I feel guilty. I mean ... Ginnie's ... well dead and I'm having the best time of my life. It doesn't seem right.”
“Oh.” Trey could understand that. “Yeah, that makes sense. You want me to tell you that the best way to honor the dead is to live well or do you just want to sit together and watch TV for awhile?”
“Both? I just want to hold you.”
“I can handle that.” He settled in, handing Russ the remote and wrapping around his lover. “I'm sorry you're hurting, Yankee. I'm real sorry she's gone.”
Russ leaned into him, half-heartedly switching channels. “Me, too. I just ... I kind of forgot about her, you know?”
“You were sort of busy, Russ. I mean, if she'd have been alive, you wouldn't have been thinking on her, right?” He stroked Russ’ belly, just sort of holding on.
“Yeah. But ... it just seems disrespectful. I mean, I haven't even called my folks except for Christmas.” Trey didn't know what to say, so he just didn't, just patted and hummed and let Russ talk. There wasn't any fixing this, only letting Russ work through it. Russ talked for a long time, telling him stories about when him and Ginnie were small, about how she used to con Russ into doing all sorts of things. “She was younger
than me, but man, was she smart.”
“She sounds like a neat kid. I wish I could have met her.” It was true, too. He'd have liked to meet the girl, get to know her.
“Yeah, I wish you could have, too. She would have liked you. She would have teased the heck out of me about how moony I was over you.” Russ’ breath hitched, a soft sob sounding.
“Oh, now.” He held Russ tight, rocking a little. “She's got to know. She's got to watching ... Well, hopefully not watching, because we've gone beyond a PG-13 sort of life...”
Russ half sobbed half laughed at that, arms going around his middle and holding on tight. “I'm sorry,” Russ whispered against his chest, tears making his shirt wet.
“No reason to apologize for being human, Russ. That's one of the reasons I love you. I'm not terrible fond of robots and aliens.” Poor thing. He hated that this was hurting so bad. Didn't see any way ‘round it, though. Russ nodded and held on tighter, body shaking as silent sobs took Russ. Trey just hummed and rocked and let Russ get it out, let Russ hold on and cry and then hold on some more.
After awhile Russ’ cries petered out into sniffles and then soft sighs and then his lover just held on, quiet and close, breathing slowing, evening out.
“Thanks,” murmured Russ, red eyes looking up at him.
He leaned in for a soft, quiet kiss. “It was a long time coming.”
“Yeah, I guess it was.” Russ took another shuddering breath and settled a little more naturally against him. “You think she wouldn't mind that I found something to make me so happy so soon after she passed?”
“I think that she loved you and she'd be happy for you. If the world was reversed and it was her, would you want her happy?” If his hands tightened a little at the thought of losing Russ, he didn't make note of it.
“Oh man, of course I would!” Russ gave him a sad little smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Okay, I see your point. I miss her and I'm sad she's dead, but I'm not dead and I should live my life and be happy.”
“You're damned smart.” He gave Russ a wink. “For a Yankee.” Russ chuckled and bopped him lightly on the arm. Oh, there now. That was better. He hugged Russ tight, rubbed their noses together. “Want to watch a movie?”
That got him a warm smile. “Yeah, I do. Something light that it won't matter if we start necking and lose track of though, k?”
“I can so live with that, Yankee.” They settled together, flipping channels until they landed on some silly comedy, cuddled and close and warm on the sofa. Just like they ought to be.
Yeah, they were doing okay.
Chapter 11
Russ rubbed Chocolate's nose, talking softly to her. Man, he loved her. It would break his heart to ever leave her. She wasn't the only one he didn't want to leave. Trey had become pretty damn important in his life. More important than anything, even Chocolate. He didn't know when exactly his feelings had gone from gee, the boss has a cute butt to gee, I think I love him, but they had. “I guess we found ourselves a home, haven't we girl?”
Chocolate neighed at him, head nodding. He grinned and gave her a kiss. He just needed to water all the critters and he could join Trey in the warm kitchen. He worked quickly, the water making his fingers ache with the cold. He wondered if there'd be snow tonight—it sure felt cold enough for it. Done, he headed inside as quickly as he could, rubbing his hands together as he toed off his boots.
“Hey Yankee. Fuck, it's chilly. The stew's done, biscuit, too. Everybody locked up tight?” Trey took his hands and put them under Trey's sweater on that burning belly.
“Oh, that's nice, Trey. Smells great and yeah, everyone's good and warm for the night.” He smiled and tilted his head up for a kiss, fingers stroking across Trey's stomach as they warmed. He got a slow, sweet kiss, Trey's lips so warm, tongue sliding in to taste him. He moaned softly, opening up to Trey as he pressed close. They'd gotten into the habit of making meals that could sit, the two of them getting distracted in each other at the end of the long days of work. His hands wrapped around Trey's waist, Trey's hands framing his face, tilting him to deepen the kiss. He was hard now, rubbing against Trey's thigh, and he could feel a matching hardness against his belly. He whimpered a little, pressing closer.
“Mmm ... warming me right up.” Trey chuckled, licking at his lips, rocking them together.
“I didn't know you were cold.” He grinned and tried to catch Trey's tongue, moaning as their bodies slid one against the other. Trey's laughter tasted good, sweet, happy on his tongue. Slowly, Trey walked them backward, towards the front room and the sofa. “Are you trying to have your wicked way with me, Cowboy?”
“Hell, yes.” Trey nipped his bottom lip.
“Oh good.” He grinned and tilted his head, offering his mouth for more.
Trey sat on the sofa, pulling him down atop the long, lean body. Oh, one of his favorite positions. His knees pressed into the sofa, inner thighs warmed by Trey's legs as he pressed close, keeping their mouths together. Trey hummed and purred into his lips, hands sliding down to cup his ass and squeeze. That made a shudder go through him and he whimpered, one hand going up to slide over Trey's short hair.
“Mmm ... Good. More.” Trey started to rock them together, hands hard and sure. He got his own hands between them, fingers sliding over Trey's belt buckle, teasing it open. Trey moaned and wiggled, heat just building between them. He got the belt buckle undone and then worked open the button before carefully sliding the zipper down. Trey's prick was hard and pressed heavily against his pants and the last thing Russ wanted to do was get anything important caught in the zipper. “Mmm ... Love your hands. So good.” Trey sucked his bottom lip, mouth so warm, so soft.
“Feeling's mutual,” he murmured, gasping softly as he fished Trey's prick out of his pants. Hot. Hard. Soft. Solid. Trey's cock fit perfectly in his palm. Trey's flesh throbbed, jumped in his hand, so hard, so hot. He moaned, fingers moving gently over Trey's prick, tracing the veins, relearning the shape he already knew by heart. Trey's teeth sank into his own bottom lip, his cock pushing into Russ’ hand over and over. “Man, I love the way you feel. So hot and like velvet covered steel. It's like ... like nothing else.”
“Make me feel so sexy, make me feel so good.” Trey shivered, head lifting to take another kiss. He moaned into their kiss, hand wrapping tighter around Trey's cock now and pumping, wanting to make Trey moan and shiver and come.
“Oh ... Oh, I ... Russ. Russ, I'm gonna...” Trey arched, throat bared for him, shivering hard. He bent his head and took up Trey's invitation, lips closing over the pulse point in Trey's neck, sucking in time with that pulse. Trey keened, heat splashing over his hand, hips jerking as he marked that long neck. He moaned, licking at the patch of dark skin he'd made, hand slowing but still stroking. “Oh. Wow. Russ...” Trey took a deep breath. “So good.”
“Love the way your eyes look when you've just come.”
Trey flushed dark, looked so pleased. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He smiled at Trey, hand slowly letting his prize go. He brought his hand up to his mouth, licking it clean, watching Trey's eyes the whole time. Those dark eyes went wide, hot, Trey's mouth opening on a gasp. He moaned, pressing against Trey, pushing his fingers into Trey's mouth as he continued to lick them clean. Trey sucked at his fingers, moaning low, eyes going heavy and sultry. His prick jerked in his pants and he moaned. “Oh man, you're sexy.”
The suction increased, Trey licking and pulling, almost like his fingers were his cock. He whimpered and started rocking against Trey, eyes watching his fingers in Trey's mouth. Trey's head started bobbing, tongue sliding against the tips of his fingers, in between. He couldn't believe how sexy that was—to watch and to feel and he just kept rolling against Trey, balls aching, shivers going up and down his spine. Soft vibrations moved through his fingers, Trey staring at him, into him, dark and hot.
“Trey...” He whispered his lover's name, shaking as he came, creaming his jeans.
“Oh...” Trey pulled him down int
o a kiss, moaning softly. “Russ. So good.”
He nodded, arms wrapping around Trey, holding on tight. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Oh.” Those arms held him close, hugging tight. “Yeah. Yeah.”
“Yeah.” He nuzzled along Trey's neck, finding a warm curve to kiss.
Trey held on, fingers stroking his spine. “Wanna shower and then have supper?”
He nodded. “I've got a crotch full of yuck—a shower sounds perfect. ‘Specially if I can jump you again.”
“I reckon that can be arranged, Yankee.” Trey winked and grinned.
He chuckled and took a quick, hard kiss. “Good.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Trey nodded, eyes serious for a second. Serious and happy.
Oh, he was definitely hooked. He'd found somewhere to belong.
* * * *
Damn, but that wind sure cut straight through a man. He hurried Pud along into the barn, out of the weather. Trey grinned when he saw that Russ had done the evening feeding and bedded down the beasts. Good man.
He got Pud watered and brushed, got the tack put away and headed in. Maybe Russ would've started supper, too. Trey'd been riding fence all damned day, looking for the section where the damned bull got free. Found it too. Damned critter.
He headed on in, wincing against the wind.
The house was warm and dark except for flickering light coming from the kitchen. There was a tablecloth on the table and candles, a vase with some flowers even and the place smelled fantastic.
He could hear Russ singing down at the back of the house. Oh. Oh, wow. Trey blinked, shook his head. Damn. “Russ? Yankee? What's up in here? Wow.”
Russ came down the hall wearing a good pair of jeans and a new top—blue and soft looking. He was given a warm smile. “Hey, cowboy—Happy Valentine's Day.”
“Happy Val ... Oh. Oh, shit.” Wasn't part of the good part of being gay that you didn't have to remember Valentine's day? “Oh, man. I'm sorry. I fucking forgot.”
Russ gave him a grin. “Have I broken cowboy etiquette here?”
