Jesse

by Jan Irving

  But Jesse didnt seem tired of him now as he rubbed himself against Kyles ass, and Kyle felt how he was still hard, still in need.

  “Come here,” he said, turning around so he was on his back and gathering Jesse to him.

  “I cant believe you let me put that in you. You were so gorgeous, better than my dream,” Jesse murmured against Kyles sweat-damp chest.

  “Better?” Kyles brows rose as he reached down and gently pulled on Jesses cock. Fuck! He was so firm the big vein pulsed against Kyles hand. “Your dream was off the charts.”

  “Better because you gave yourself for real.”

  “I guess I did,” Kyle admitted, shrugging as fresh heat touched his cheeks. “I should have been able to resist you.”

  “You can offer resistance when the big bad biker rides you down,” Jesse teased. “Initially, at least.” His face was slick with perspiration as Kyle stroked him, Kyles gaze moving from Jesses rigid cock to his strained expression.

  “Would my wild biker like a blowjob?” Kyle asked. “Maybe a little preview of the stuff you talked me into.”

  “Kyle!” Jesses face tightened even more.

  “I never thought you’d ever take me in your mouth.”

  “And I thought you came here with a naughty toy, all full of brash confidence.”

  “This is just too good. Can’t be real!”

  Kyle shifted down Jesses body and nuzzled his face against his penis. It was long and thick, with curly brown hair luxuriantly springing around it. The top was reddened like a fall plum, oozing Jesses excitement.

  “Kyle, go down on me now. I want to see it in you.” Kyle licked Jesses prominent vein, hearing him suck in his breath and feeling his hands suddenly grip Kyles head, making fists of his hair as if he was fighting not to take control.

  “Maybe this is the first thing you have me do when you and your gang take me captive. Im just…you know, a cowboy repairing fences, and for some reason you take a shine to me.”

  Jesse groaned as Kyle suckled his cockhead. “You had your shirt off. I saw your skin and a flash of that white streak in your hair as I was driving by, and I wanted you. Im not sure I care if youre gay or straight; youre going to take me in your mouth.”

  “Fuck, Jesse!” Kyle felt raw, aroused again at Jesses uncompromising fantasy. He swallowed. “Your guys have me on my knees,” Kyle continued, enjoying their game and its effect on Jesse, who was trembling finely, his legs splayed wide, so Kyle wet a finger and trailed it up Jesses bottom into his crease. “And Ive never been with a guy before, but something about you… I look up into your blue eyes, and you cup my head, and then you feed me your cock, pushing it against my lips…”

  “You want me! I can see it, under the shock of me taking you over.” Kyle circled his finger gently around Jesses tight dimple. Had he ever taken anyone? Kyle felt a flash of jealousy, which he knew was stupid. “I can feel your men watching as I take a cock into my mouth for the first time—”

  “Oh Jesus!” Jesse writhed and Kyle speared him gently with his index finger, probing. Jesses hand flashed down to cover Kyles wrist, and Kyle wondered if he would tell him to stop. He was so tight, so fucking tight, like he was a virgin down there.

  “Shove it in. Give it to me hard, Kyle,” Jesse directed in a rough voice. “But you feel like youve never—” “I havent. I dont let guys touch my ass at all,” Jesse admitted.

  Kyles eyes narrowed, but Jesse huffed out a laugh, as if he read him easy. “No one ever hurt me. Not that way, so dont get all prickly.”

  Kyles muscles slowly relaxed. He couldnt help that he was protective of Jesse, that he thought of him as his Jesse.

  “How would that fit in with your biker fantasy?” He licked Jesses cock, sucking on the base. Jesses balls were hard and smelled of him so Kyle wanted to rub his face in the open V of his legs, rub his scent all over.

  “I drag you into my cabin by the lake, because I can tell youve never gone down on a man before,” Jesse said. “But as soon as youre on your knees again, I take your hand and suck on your fingers. I have a secret; I crave the feel of a guys finger up my ass, but of course, macho dude that I am, I cant just give it up to anyone.”

  “But Im your captive,” Kyle said, pushing his finger into Jesse, watching his eyes widen as he experienced it for the first time.

  “Uh, you give it to me so good, rubbing up and down while you suck cock like you were born to be stuffed full of someones prick—”

  Kyle took Jesse deep at last, losing himself in the role. He could almost see himself in the cabin of Jesses fantasy, on his knees for the biker leader, a penis filling his mouth, Jesse thrusting, demanding Kyle finger him, pleasure him.

  Kyle explored delicately, despite Jesses demanding grunt and a moment later found the bump inside him hed been searching for. He probed it, and Jesse tugged on his hair. Hard.

  “Kyle!” Surprise. Need. A little bit of fear since this was new. “Kyle, Im gonna—” Jesse pulled away and held Kyles gaze, and Kyle couldnt let go of that connection forging between them as cum shot against his face, dripping down his lips.

  A second later Jesse had slid down the bed, panting, and his mouth crashed against Kyles, licking the taste of himself from Kyles skin.

  “I never saw anything as smoking as you wearing that tail. It made me want to fuck you so bad.”

  “Maybe if things work out…” Jesse was trembling, and Kyle pulled him close, suddenly guessing that despite all Jesses experience, despite the gay massage parlor, the leather club, this was new for him too.

  * * *

  Whispering against his skin.

  David shifted on the cot in the barn, feeling a cold spot, shifting so it was on the back of his neck, where sweat had gathered. He smelled hay and the musky scent of the horses. His eyelids flickered.

  Heavy breathing.

  “Uh!” He sat up, blinking in the dim light and waiting for his heart to slow. He licked his lips, frowning. Nightmare. Not images, but more impressions, like feelings left tracks on his consciousness. Sometimes he could pick up peoples emotions, something he thought of as his radar. Hed wanted to ask Jesse if he had the same ability, but he had been holding back from his brother for a while. There was so much stuff hed started not to share with him when theyd been forced to move in with Morrison. Somehow his silence had become a habit.

  He cocked his head. That breathing—it hadnt been the dream. He could hear it now.

  Tossing the blanket off, David climbed from his bed, stepped into his boots, and headed to investigate.

  * * *

  Kyle squeezed Davids shoulder as he passed him with Marjorie. The vet shook her head. “Three of them, Kyle. Severe colic.”

  “I reckoned,” Kyle rasped, his voice all dried up with fear for his horses. “What I dont understand is how! Were real careful here. You know we are, Marjorie. No mixing cattle feed with horse feed.” The horses were his babies. He was proud of them, and when hed lost Mac and Jesse and David, theyd been all hed had.

  Marjorie sighed. “I want to take another look at Hall. So far hes the worst, though Sally is a close second. It looks like all the horses are sick that you noted had been in Pigeon doing circuits, except Hall. Is there anything special that sets them apart from the rest?”

  Kyle rubbed his forehead. “Crap. A handful of grain. The carriage horses get it maybe three times a day when theyre working and then all the hay they can eat when theyre back here. And Ive been giving Hall grain to help him recuperate.”

  Jesse was there, arms folded and posture stiff; he was studying the hands who had come out from the bunkhouse to see what the fuss was all about so early in the morning.

  “I got some of his pile over there, like you asked, Marjorie,” David said. His gray eyes were riveted to her face. “So you can help him. You can make him feel better.”

  The woman sighed, the white threads in her brown hair gleaming under the tired yellow light of the bulb. “Ill try.” Hall had been moved into a bigger area outsid
e his stall, where the Percheron continued to paw and stretch, moving restlessly, where normally hed be peacefully asleep. Marjorie patted his side and then entered the box behind him, squatting in her heavy boots, gloving her hands, and examining the fresh droppings. “Ill need a sample,” she said absently as Kyle knelt next to her and helped her to sort that out.

  Kyle frowned. “Lots of lumps in there. Goddamn. Sugar beets?” Kyle gave his horses sugar beets, but the catch was they had to be soaked thoroughly beforehand. The pellets could expand and pose a danger inside a horse if they werent properly prepared.

  Marjories face was hard. “Get me a little water.” Kyle looked over his shoulder at David, seeing he needed something to do. He

  gave a nod, and the teen ran for the hose and a bucket, returning quickly with clean water. “Spill it over my palm real slow,” Marjorie commanded. She had a small, round pebble of Halls leavings. The teen did as she asked, and after a moment she raised her brows at Kyle, whod gone pale. “Looks like beets. Maybe some dry pellets salted into the grain.”

  Behind them, Hall groaned, moving his head back, stretching as if to reach his swollen lower body.

  “Hes hurting!” David rasped. He made to go to the horse, but Jesse grabbed on to him. “Stay back now, Davy,” Jesse whispered.

  “Hes hurting, Jess,” David said. “Someone hurt him.”

  “I know,” Jesse agreed. “I know, kid.”

  Kyle looked to his vet. “Marjorie?”

  “I think itll be a long morning,” she said.

  Kyles jaw tightened. “Ill wait with you.” He could see she wasnt sure if his favorite horse was going to make it.

  Behind them, Hall bellowed his distress.

  Kyles gaze moving from Davids tense face to a grim-faced Jesse. “Maybe David should go back to the house and try to get some sleep.”

  If Hall didnt make it, Kyle didnt want the kid there.

  “No,” David said. “I want to stay.”

  Kyle and Jesse exchanged a look. Kyle could see Jess didnt like it any more than he did, but…

  “All right,” Jesse agreed.

  * * *

  “Its my fault,” David whispered later. His head was down as he watched Marjorie wash her hands at the sink in the stable.

  Jesse snagged his little brother close, hating the dead tone in his voice. It was what hed sounded like, more and more, when Jesse had been forced to leave him with Morrison for longer stretches of time. It was why Jesse had done his best to get work and then to get custody. “No, kid, this is not on you.”

  “I should have known something was wrong. I spend a lot of time with Hall.”

  “This is not your doing! In fact, if you hadnt have been down here, found out something was wrong before morning, Hall might not have made it this far.”

  “I didnt know this would happen,” David said. “This time Ill keep him safe, keep everyone safe…” His brow furrowed, as if he was thinking of something, but before he could say more Kyle joined them, putting a hand on Davids neck and pulling him and Jesse close, as if he wanted to shield them, keep them safe. He looked his age this morning, heavy lines around his mouth, dark circles under his eyes. “The grains all been dumped, and the other horses are fine. Just the top of my draft herd seems to have been affected.”

  “Poisoned, you mean,” Jesse said bitterly.

  “Yes.” Kyle looked at David and said, very gently. “Come on back to the house. Were all going to have breakfast, including Marjorie. I called in the housekeeper, so therell be flapjacks and hot coffee waiting.”

  “I dont want to,” David said. “I could feel him, all the time I swear I could feel him hurting!”

  The men walked David from the barn, and in a moment Marjorie caught up with them. “Nice going, assisting me with Hall, David,” she said. “Kyles always competent, but you have a gift for anticipation.”

  David shrugged.

  Marjorie looked at Jesse. “Your brother should seriously consider veterinary medicine, Jesse.”

  “Hed have to get better grades in science,” Jesse said.

  Kyle still had a hand on Davids shoulder as his gaze met Jesses again. “Well hire a tutor this fall.”

  * * *

  An hour later, the kitchen was full of empty coffee cups and the smell of grease and maple syrup and grilled bacon. Kyle had watered his plants since he couldnt work up much more of an appetite than David.

  “Why dont you go on up to the extra guest room, Marjorie? The owner keeps all the stuff youd need,” Kyle suggested. “You could use a break.”

  She wasnt planning on leaving for a while. Hall wasnt out of the woods yet. Kyles throat ached when he thought of his favorite horse, when he remembered how much Mac had doted on Hall when hed been a colt. It had been Mac, Jesse, and David who had encouraged Kyle in his plan to begin his business with the draft horses. Kyle had always loved the big animals, grown up hearing stories of them worked on farms in the old days.

  “Thanks, Ill do that.” She nodded back to Jesse, seated close to David. “Now thats something to break your heart. I guess it wasnt fun living with Morrison, poor kid.”

  Kyles face hardened. “Yeah. But hes tough, and Jesse would cut off an arm for him.”

  Marjorie raised her brows, studying Kyle. “I dont think hes the only one somehow.”

  * * *

  Later, Kyle followed Jesse and David out to the flattened grass of the parking lot.

  Jesse looked at him, his brown hair stirred by the wind, so it brushed close to those incandescent blue eyes. “Its not that we want to leave you behind,” he whispered.

  Kyles chest was tight, but he knew what Jesse was trying to tell him. Was it only last night theyd come so close, so fucking close he couldnt believe where theyd gone? Hed fucked men, but never been as intimate with someone as he had Jesse.

  “David needs his brother,” Kyle said. “Besides, you can only carry one passenger. You heading to the lake?”

  “Its close by.” Jesse nodded as David put on his helmet. “Theres a place where its just reeds and marsh. Remember where we buried Davids spaniel, Alice?”

  Kyle nodded. Theyd all gone out. He and Mac had dug the little grave.

  Jesse mounted the Harley, and David got on behind him, wrapping his arms around his brother.

  “See you,” Jesse said. “Maybe around dinnertime, unless—”

  “Ill call you if anything changes with Hall.” Kyle wasnt sure why, but watching the two brothers drive away from him again hurt almost as much as the last time.

  Chapter Twelve

  A leaf wavered in midair and then slowly fell from a birch tree like a brassy yellow medallion as Jesse wiped sweat from his forehead, looking back to see the last of the fence upright and strung tight. It had been a long couple of days, riding the fence and making repairs. And Kyle had added on to the land, acquiring some that had come up through the Bureau of Land Management recently, which had made the Double M the largest spread in two hundred miles.

  Only it turned out success had its problems, like finding people to work it. He picked up the sound of a truck approaching, and he and Miles, the older cowboy hed been partnered with, looked up to see Kyle arriving in a ranch vehicle, a long plume of dust riding his tail like a dusty arrow against the hard blue sky.

  Jesses heart picked up on his seeing the other man since hed barely had any time with him since the horses grain had been salted. David had reluctantly started school, though he still spent all his free time exercising Hall and the other two stricken Percherons. Sally and Makepeace had recovered, but were unable to return to their circuits in Pigeon. And Hall wasnt his old self, the big gelding showing barely any interest in his surroundings. Only David seemed to reach the horse, bringing him apples and putting a halter on him and just walking him in circles in the ring, over and over again, forcing him to move. Jesses chest always ached as he watched this, because Christ, that horse could just give up at any time, and then how would David handle it? He was fucking afr
aid of that, because David was already locked into himself, much like Hall.

  He knew Kyle felt it too, that he searched for a hundred ways to get David to open up and talk to them. But at least for the moment Davids caring for Hall seemed to give him a measure of peace.

  “Jesse, dont get uptight,” Kyle warned, taking off his cowboy hat and shoving back his brown hair flagged with white. He cleared his throat and then lowered his tone so it was for Jesse only. “But it looks like Davys been in a fight.”

  “Fuck!” Jesse tore off his work gloves and checked his watch. “Yeah, hed have been finished with school an hour ago. I thought Id talked him into trying out for the football team again.”

  Kyle only shook his head. “I dont think hes into it this year. Anyway, the principal called the house since your cell reception wasnt working. He wants you to go in and talk to him later this week. Something about a clique David may have run afoul with.”

  Jesse scrubbed his jaw, taking a moment to study the prairie landscape. It seemed that not since the day hed spent out at the lake with David, chewing on dry stalks of grass and listening to the gentle ripple of the water hitting the beach, had they had a simpatico moment. And they hadnt talked then. Theyd just been silent together, and Jesse had felt like they were brothers. “Ive left him alone too much, havent tried to push him.”

  “Thats horseshit,” Kyle said, summing up his feelings succinctly so Jesse couldnt help the reluctant smile that touched his lips. Kyle was his biggest supporter. “I texted David; he wanted to walk home so you should be able to talk to him within a half hour.” Kyle looked over at Miles; the other hand had walked off to give them both a little privacy, which Jesse certainly appreciated. He was a good guy, and whatever his suspicions about the relationship Jesse and Kyle were dancing around, he kept it to himself. “Take my truck back in, Miles. Ill drive back with Jess.” Kyle tossed him the keys, and the man nodded his silver head, dipping his hat to the boss before he climbed into Kyles vehicle.