by T. A. Chase
Ren nuzzled the spot behind Tyler’s ear, drawing a soft gasp from Tyler. Sucking, he fought the urge to leave a mark there. Tyler tasted salty and all male. Ren slid one hand down to cup the bulge in Tyler’s jeans while stroking that flat stomach with his other hand.
“Oh,” Tyler whispered, rolling his hips to push his erection into Ren’s hand.
“Are you hungry for lunch or do you want something else?” Ren ground his groin against Tyler’s ass.
Tyler’s breathing stopped for a second and then the smaller man rocked between Ren’s hand and body. “Please.”
His plea was more of a whimper, but Ren knew what Tyler wanted. He turned Tyler around, speared his hands into Tyler’s dark curls and took the man’s luscious mouth with hunger. Tyler opened for him, allowing Ren to thrust his tongue in.
He stroked Tyler’s tongue, coaxing his lover to play. Soon, they were teasing each other. He bit Tyler’s bottom lip, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
Tyler’s hands settled on Ren’s hips, but Tyler let Ren have control. Ren moved his hands from Tyler’s head to the man’s ass, gripping it tight and bringing their bodies together. Their breath mingled in sighs as their jean-covered cocks brushed. Ren lifted his head to inhale. Glancing around, he realized the cabin was too far away. He didn’t want to pause long enough to make it inside.
Diving back, he tilted Tyler’s head, driving the kiss deeper. While the kiss continued, he urged Tyler to back up. Tyler moved without questioning or tensing. Tyler’s trust in him made Ren’s heart pound, and Tyler’s full participation in their kiss made another part of Ren’s anatomy throb as well.
The noises Tyler made sounded like they came straight from a porno. “Oh” and “Please” were two of the words Ren could make out.
“Umpf…” Tyler exhaled when Ren’s weight pinned him to a tree.
Ren nibbled along Tyler’s jaw and neck. He sucked on the pulse beating wildly at the base of Tyler’s throat. He wanted to trace every muscle and valley of Tyler’s body, but his control wouldn’t last for that. That kind of in-depth study would come later.
He knelt, working the buckle, buttons and zipper open on Tyler’s jeans. Tugging them down along with Tyler’s underwear, he eyed Tyler’s cock as it escaped its confines, hard and flushed. Ren encircled it with his hand, pumping and enjoying the heated flesh. Tyler’s prick was fatter than Ren’s, but not as long.
“Ren.” Tyler sounded strangled.
Ren looked to see Tyler staring down at him with passion-filled eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Ren moved forward, taking just the tip of Tyler’s cock into his mouth.
“Aw…fuck.” Tyler’s hands gripped Ren’s head and the younger man tried to thrust his cock deeper in.
Pinning Tyler back to the tree with his own hands, Ren shook his head and hummed a low warning. Tyler’s hazel eyes widened and his head fell back to thud on the bark. When he was sure Tyler wouldn’t move, Ren refocused on the prick in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the spongy glans and teased its slit. He pulled off and ignored Tyler’s whine of protest. He slid his hands down to urge Tyler to spread his thighs wider. The stance gave him better access to the lightly furred balls below Tyler’s shaft. Ren cradled them in one hand, fondling and rolling them.
“Shit.”
He hid his smile by sucking up a mark on Tyler’s hip. The scent of sex drew his mouth and he licked a line from the base of Tyler’s cock to the leaking head. He pushed the tip of his tongue in and his lover cried out.
Enough teasing. Ren took Tyler down to the root, burying his nose in the darker blond pubic curls. When it hit the back of his throat, he swallowed. Tyler jerked, but Ren wasn’t going to allow him to come. He loved the taste and feel of the hard shaft moving in his mouth. He flattened his tongue and pressed it against the throbbing vein along the underside of Tyler’s cock.
Tyler patted his head with shaking hands. “Ren, gonna…”
He shook his head again. He wasn’t going to let Tyler come. Taking Tyler’s hand, Ren wrapped it around the bottom of the man’s shaft and pulled away.
“No.”
His lover’s eyes were wild and needy. “I want.”
“I know, baby. Turn around.”
Tyler turned, bracing his hands on the tree. Ren stood back and admired the lean body and pale ass on display before him. He made a mental note to spend some time exploring it later. He had a feeling that golden skin would show marks well. Clasping the younger man’s chin, he brought Tyler’s head around and covered those plump lips with his.
Tension eased from the smaller man and he felt Tyler yield to his decision.
“Enjoy,” he ordered.
His knees creaked a little as he knelt again. He bit one firm cheek, making sure a dark mark appeared. Unbuckling his belt, he relieved the pressure of his tight jeans by freeing his own cock. He was so hard, it was almost painful.
Ren spread Tyler’s ass and blew a puff of air over the puckered ring of muscles hidden there. He licked from the top of Tyler’s crease to right behind his balls, stopping to play with Tyler.
“That’s…oh God,” Tyler stammered.
Rimming was one of Ren’s favorite things to do, but not many men did, so he figured Tyler had never had it done. He stuck the point of his tongue into Tyler’s hole, sucking to get the opening relaxed. Tyler pushed back, silently asking for more. Stiffening his tongue, he let Tyler fuck himself. He reached around and fisted the other man’s cock. Ren’s tight grip caused extra friction of rough skin on velvet skin until Tyler’s pre-come eased the way.
His other hand settled on Tyler’s hip and encouraged him to move. Whimpers, sighs and cries filled the air as he drove Tyler further and further into a passion-filled climax. He used his tongue to stretch Tyler, preparing him for Ren’s cock, though if Tyler took much longer to come, Ren might shoot his spunk without fucking Tyler.
“Ren, now,” Tyler yelled.
Wet heat spilled over Ren’s hand as Tyler’s ass clenched tight around Ren’s tongue. He kept pumping until the lean hips under his hand stopped jerking.
Standing, he placed a kiss at the small of Tyler’s back. He scrambled to get the foil packet out of his pocket and tore it open with his teeth. Rolling the rubber on made him take a deep breath and gain a little control over his lust.
He slicked up his shaft with Tyler’s come and lined the flared head up with Tyler’s hole. Encircling Tyler’s waist with an arm, he pushed in until he was buried balls deep in Tyler’s ass.
“So hot. So soft,” he whispered in Tyler’s ear, nibbling on his neck and moving in short quick strokes.
Tyler’s head dropped back onto Ren’s shoulder. Ren pushed the T-shirt up to reveal Tyler’s chest. He pinched one of those dark brown nipples, twisting and tugging.
“Brace yourself.”
Hands placed back on the tree, Tyler leaned forward again, tilting his ass. Driving in, Ren nailed Tyler’s gland. He placed his hands on Tyler’s waist and began reaming the younger man. A tingling pooled at the base of Ren’s spine and he knew his own climax wasn’t far away.
“Come with me, Tyler. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of his prick inside.
Tyler nodded. “Please.”
Ren slammed back in, making Tyler grunt and come. The rhythmic clenching of Tyler’s inner channel drew Ren’s orgasm from him.
“God, Tyler.”
He filled the condom, letting the pleasure wash over him. They rocked together until their aftershocks dissipated. Leaning forward, Ren kissed the nape of Tyler’s neck. Their moans echoed as his soft cock slid out of Tyler’s ass.
Ren took off the condom, dropping it to the ground. He’d take care of it later. He ran a hand over Tyler’s back. “Want to take a dip in the stream? It’ll be cold, but we can clean up.”
Tyler mumbled. Ren took it as agreement. He steadied his lover, helping Tyler strip out of his clothes. H
e got naked as well and they headed into the chilly water. Squeaking, Tyler shivered. Ren grinned and scooped up handfuls of water, letting the liquid trickle over Tyler to rinse sweat, dust and the scent of sex off.
Chapter Six
Tyler joined Ren back on the bank. He grimaced at the ache in his ass. It had been several months since his last one-night stand and it hadn’t been nearly as good. He watched Ren dry off, enjoying the view of all that tanned skin and muscles. A few white scars marred the golden expanse.
How had he gotten so lucky? Somewhere God smiled on him and gave him a chance with this gorgeous man. His stomach growled as he pulled on his jeans.
Ren winked at him while the older man buttoned up his own pants. “Let’s have some lunch.”
“Good idea. Worked up an appetite.”
The snicker floating to him from Ren’s direction made him blush. He flipped his lover the finger and made his way to the porch.
“We’ll eat out here.” Ren gestured to the saddlebags. “I’ll grab some dry shirts for us. I’m sure we’ve left some clothes over the years.”
Tyler opened the bags and unpacked sandwiches, chips and bottles of water along with a bag of cookies. Settling on the top step, he unwrapped a roast beef sandwich and sighed as a burst of horseradish sauce burst on his tongue.
Ren came out of the cabin and tossed him a shirt. “It’s Keith’s and I doubt he’ll mind.” He sat next to Tyler. “The sandwich okay?”
“It’s good. Thanks.” The shirt hung on him as he buttoned it up. “Keith must have worn this before he was injured.”
“Yeah. He’s lost some weight.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes. Tyler appreciated how comfortable he felt with Ren and savored the quiet. There wasn’t any need to fill the air with useless conversation. When he was with JT, his twin chatted about everything. Every thought in JT’s head came out the man’s mouth.
He finished his second sandwich along with a handful of chips. Ren moved from the porch to sit under the same oak tree they’d fucked against earlier. He joined him. After he sat, Ren laid down, resting his head on Tyler’s lap.
The stream flowed swiftly and the gurgle of water running over stones soothed him. Running his fingers through Ren’s dark hair, he smiled at the older man.
Ren’s eyes closed. “I love this spot. It was my favorite place to come and hide out when I was younger.”
“It is beautiful, but all of your land is,” Tyler agreed.
“So is yours.” Ren chuckled. “Maybe that’s why we’ll grow old and die here while our brothers won’t.”
“Isaiah and Keith don’t want to stay and help with the horses?” Tyler didn’t understand why anyone would leave this place permanently. He’d left to travel the rodeo, but he always knew he’d return to stay one day.
Ren shook his head. “No. Isaiah doesn’t love the horses like I do and Keith has a restlessness in him that’ll be satisfied elsewhere. I’m the only one who has no interest in going or living anywhere but here.”
He nodded. “I traveled to a lot of places while rodeoing. I couldn’t wait to get home. JT will head for a big city when he stops competing. Not enough excitement for him here.”
Tyler bit his lip, but Ren didn’t comment about JT. Maybe he shouldn’t talk about his brother too much. He didn’t want to stir up too many memories of Ren’s time with JT. He leaned his head back against the tree, closing his eyes and focusing on the breeze brushing his skin. The sound from the stream and leaves mingled together to lull him into a light doze.
Mumbling drew his attention. He looked down to see a frown crease Ren’s forehead. Unsure if Ren was asleep or not, Tyler caressed Ren’s skin, erasing the lines and he saw Ren relax. He kept stroking. Ren’s breathing deepened and Tyler closed his eyes again, allowing his body to slip into sleep.
§ § § §
Ringing woke Tyler. He stared up at the leaves waving above him. The pressure at his groin disappeared and he dropped his gaze to see Ren grab his cell phone and tap the screen.
“Yeah?” Ren’s voice was husky with sleep.
He rubbed Ren’s back, trailing fingers along the man’s spine.
“What time are you leaving?” Ren checked his watch. “I’ll be back by then.”
Tyler looked at his own watch. Three-thirty. They’d slept for two hours. He brushed a kiss over Ren’s cheek and stood. A grimace crossed his face at the stiffness in his body from sitting on the ground for so long.
“See you then.”
Ren hung up, tucked the phone away and climbed to his feet. Groaning, he stretched.
“I might be getting too old to sleep on the ground,” Ren joked.
“We’ll have to make sure to get an air mattress or better yet, we’ll just make it to a bed next time.” He winked, nervous about assuming there’d be a next time.
Ren cradled the back of Tyler’s head with one hand. He slid the other one around Tyler’s waist, resting it at the small of his back. “Good idea.”
Their kiss was lazy and happy. As much as Tyler would love to have another go at riding Ren’s cock, he had to get home. He’d promised his dad he’d help with a load of cattle shipping out.
He broke off the kiss when it headed deeper and hotter. Leaning his forehead against Ren’s, he flashed a regretful smile.
“I would love to try out the bed in the cabin, but I have to get home. I promised Dad I’d deal with a load of cattle.”
A matching smile crossed Ren’s face. “And I promised my brothers I’d drive them to the airport. Their flight leaves early in the morning, so we’re heading to Billings tonight.”
“Isaiah’s flying out with Keith?”
He headed toward the paddock, whistling for the horses. Gonzo and Solace trotted up.
“He wants to talk to Pavel, the therapist, and visit with Rick. Also, he works as a veteran’s advocate now and there are people he needs to check on out there.”
Ren saddled Solace while Tyler tacked up Gonzo. Before they mounted, Ren came over to him and drew him close.
“Thank you.” He kissed Tyler.
“For what?”
“For letting me sleep.” Ren hugged him before stepping back. “You know I don’t sleep.”
“You’re welcome. Maybe you just need to have more sex,” he teased.
His lover’s laugh warmed him.
“I should have been clearer. It’s the first restful sleep I’ve had in years. Usually even when my body crashes and forces me to sleep, I still dream. I can’t remember what my subconscious forces me to endure, but I think I know. Shutting my eyes doesn’t mean I won’t be tired when I get up.”
Ren swung into the saddle and Tyler followed suit. He frowned, staring at Ren’s back as they started down the trail.
“Why don’t you take sleeping pills? I would think some doctor would prescribe them for you.”
The broad shoulders in front of him stiffened. “I did try them, along with anti-depressants and a whole host of other drugs that were supposed to help me. All they did was make me feel like I was living wrapped in cotton, never feeling anything.” Ren tipped his hat down to shade his eyes. “It would have been too easy to get used to living like that, but it’s not for me.”
Tyler understood. He hated taking any form of medicine, even over-the-counter drugs. “What about Isaiah?”
“He needs the drugs. Without them, he can’t function. I don’t judge him or think he’s less of a man because he uses them. There’s too much going on in his mind for him to live without them.” Ren glanced back at him. “We’re all different and we all deal with things our own way.”
“True.”
The conversation the rest of the way back was light, getting-to-know-each-other stuff about movies, books and music.
After they got to the ranch and Tyler loaded Gonzo in the trailer, they stood looking at each other. Ren took a quick glance around and kissed Tyler fast. Stepping away, Ren smiled.
“Why don’t you come
over tomorrow night and I’ll cook you dinner?”
“You won’t be too tired after driving back from Billings?” He wanted to say yes. The longing to spend all his time with Ren simmered in him.
“No. I want to spend more time with you, Tyler.” Ren’s comment echoed Tyler’s thoughts.
“All right. I’ll bring dessert.”
“Mmm…just bring some caramel sauce and you. That’ll be dessert enough.”
Tyler’s cock twitched at Ren’s growled words. Reaching down, he adjusted himself while glaring at Ren.
“Now I’m driving home with a hard-on. Thanks,” he grumbled.
Ren’s chuckle was pure evil and satisfaction. Tyler had to leave right then or embarrass himself by begging Ren to fuck him again.
“Have a safe trip and tell Keith I hope things work out.” He tipped his hat, got in his truck and drove off, already wishing it was tomorrow.
§ § § §
Later that night, Tyler sat in the living room, watching TV with his dad when the phone rang.
“Lazy N,” his dad answered. “Oh hey, JT, how was the go-around today?”
Tyler saw his dad frown at whatever JT was saying.
“Did you get the mare checked out?” Dad sighed. “I’ll wire you the money. Unless you’re sticking with the rough stock events, you need to keep her healthy.”
Damn, it sounded like something was wrong with Bitsy. Tyler hated leaving the sweet little thing with JT, but he had hoped his twin would have taken care of her.
“No, I’m not sending Ty with the money. Go to the nearest Western Union. A money order’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.” Dad grimaced. “Your brother has his own life, JT. He can’t be leaving to take care of your problems.”
Tyler stood, heading for his room. He didn’t want to listen to the rest of the conversation. It would be a repeat of the last several ones his father and brother had.
Shutting the door, he leaned against it and rubbed his head. He knew his decision to quit and come home was the right one, but JT knew how to push all his guilt buttons. Tyler pushed away and went to his bathroom to start the shower. Stripping, he caught sight of the bite marks on his ass and neck, plus the bruises on his hips where Ren gripped him while they fucked. His ass still ached and he couldn’t wait for the next time.
