by Jan Irving
Chapter Fifteen
“Technically yoga isnt for sexual arousal,” Kyle said primly. His hands were on his loosened jeans, letting the pants fall along with his belt and briefs so he stood naked in front of Jesse. Jesse sat on the edge of the desk, his gaze running over the flat planes of Kyles body. He was naturally sculpted through hard work, his ass high and round and firm, so that seeing it made Jesse break out into a sweat.
“Right, not for sexual arousal.”
Kyle gave a crack of laughter. “I dont think you got the point.”
“Oh, believe me, I did.” Jesse cupped himself through his jeans, groaning at
how sensitized he was. “Kyle, Im dying here.”
“Maybe I can help you with that…” Kyle picked up a bottle of baby oil that had been sitting with his meditation paraphernalia. Jesse waited, expecting Kyle to use it on him, his body tensing in anticipation like the strings on a guitar, but instead Kyle gave him a smile and poured some into a broad calloused hand before slathering it on to his chest.
“Fuck me!” Jesse swore, seeing how the slick emollient made Kyles skin shine like a merman fresh from the ocean. His mouth watered, wanting to taste a shiny, flat nipple.
“Not today, dear,” Kyle said. He was light and teasing, lifting a leg and slathering lotion on it as if he were covering himself with suntan lotion, completely Zen. He put the bottle down, knee still raised and to the side, splaying his legs open so his cock and balls were framed by his body, his penis half-aroused. “This is tree pose, or what we call in yoga an asana,” Kyle said, his tone a little self-conscious, as if he were still embarrassed by Jesses finding him out. Kyle raised his hands above his head, palms flat together, so his body seemed to form an arch, reminding Jesse of the shape of a door to a Moroccan restaurant he liked.
“Sweet Jesus!” He could smell baby oil and man, a combination he never would have thought of as erotic. Kyle held the pose, breathing in and out deeply, his brown eyes focused on Jesse, so Jesse felt a weird sense of calm come over him like a cloak over his shoulders. He knew this was going to be so good, so pleasurable. He knew hed feel so happy when he merged their bodies at last. His eyes stung. He couldnt pretend this wasnt a big deal to him—unlike other encounters in his experience, speedy and unimportant. This was the man—his man—if only hed give Jesse a chance, take him seriously as a lover.
A trickle of sweat ran down the arch of Kyles neck, and Jesse couldnt stop himself from participating now. He shifted closer and licked the bead from Kyles skin, without making contact anywhere else.
Kyle gasped as if hed licked the head of his fully erect cock. “Draw it out. I want to be so crazy for you when you come inside,” he whispered.
“Whatever you want.” I love you. But he couldnt repeat the words. He wasnt sure Kyle was ready to see him yet as a man capable of making his own choices, especially about being with someone for the rest of his life.
“Lean back against my desk and drop your jeans,” Kyle ordered.
Heart thundering, prick stiff and sticking straight out, Jesse let his jeans and boxers fall to his ankles and braced himself.
Kyle lowered gracefully to the hardwood floor, his oiled body like a primitive warriors, each muscle catching the light so Jesse could see the undulation of movement, the flex and give of firm flesh. He was smooth and freckled and tanned. His frank brown eyes held innocence.
“This is bhujangasana nagaasana, cobra pose,” Kyle said, his palms on the floor as he arched his back, lifted his head, stretched, and tongued Jesses erection.
Jesse shuddered, digging his hands into the wood of the desk just to keep from losing it, from coming just from that gentle lick. God, Kyle was the sexiest thing hed ever seen, doing a dance just for Jesse.
“Get down on your knees.” Kyles voice was guttural, his lips wet and parted from kissing Jesses cock. “Itll be easier.”
Jesse knelt, huffing as he watched Kyle reposition and lean closer. “Do me. I like my cock in your mouth. I like watching it go in, like watching you take it.”
Kyle opened wide, taking Jesse deep, sucking cock, sucking it so good, like he was born to do it, and Jesse could hear himself saying that aloud, a mantra broken by need, by the lick of the flame touching his skin. He felt that tight sensation in his lower back, as if a brush of thorns rasped against his skin, signaling he was close.
Jesse made haystacks out of his cowboys hair, kneading the tousled silk as he thrust, fucking Kyles mouth. Brokenly, he confessed, “I wanted this when I was sixteen. It was one of my fantasies—you going down on me.”
Kyle licked his lips, and color touched his cheeks. “I know.”
Jesses eyes widened. “You know? Damn, I, ah, channeled that one? You never said anything.”
“It wasnt something you were doing deliberately. It was embarrassing and…kind of flattering to be the focus of your teenage crush.”
“I had one about you after studying ancient Rome in school.”
Kyle swallowed. “Yes, I know.”
“You know how I fantasized you were my slave and I could fuck you whenever I wanted?” Jesses voice cracked, and he winced, feeling like the kid hed once been. God, hed been yearning for this man, yearning and miserable since he belonged to his brother.
“I had to block you out.” More pink touched Kyles face. “I managed to find a way to stop picking up from you, thank God, out of sheer self-preservation.”
“Uh-huh. Then you never saw the one where you were a centaur in ancient Greece, and I was a warrior, and I—”
“Jesus!”
“Take me in your mouth again, Kyle. I like you on your knees. I never get tired of seeing it for real.”
Kyle cocked an amused eyebrow, but then he complied, and Jesse threw his head back, feeling his balls raise tight. His body pulsed with the need to come. “Kyle, it’s always been you, baby.”
“Crap, do more yoga, or Im going to lose it, lose it all over you.” Jesse wasnt ready for it to be over quite so soon.
Kyle blinked, as if he was having trouble bringing himself back. “Yoga. Right.” He kissed Jesses balls, very gently, pressing his lips against them as if he really was the slave in Jesses fantasy, and he had been commanded to please his master.
His round ass in the air was working on Jesse. He wanted to shove Kyle to the floor and pound into him.
“Uh, hatha stands for sun and moon; it symbolizes balance.”
“Cant believe you got into this stuff, but its smokin.”
* * *
“No one knows but you,” Kyle said, pulling away to shift into lotus position on the pillow. “Id rather the men in the bunkhouse didnt find out.” His chest was heaving, and his balance was seriously upset. He wanted to just spread himself like a slut and let Jesse take him. Where was his self-control?
To try to calm his racing heart, he lifted the brass bowl, closing his eyes and focusing before running the wooden paddle around it. When he opened his eyes, Jesse was staring in wonder, having kicked off his jeans and boxers from around his ankles and pulled off his T-shirt. He was sitting watching Kyle, and Kyle had to avert his gaze from the intensity of that look, scorching him.
“That sound, like a tuning fork—just keeps vibrating.”
“Its a Tibetan singing bowl. I use it for meditation. Helps me to focus,” Kyle said. “Shove away stuff I dont want to think about.” Such as the thought that once Jesse had him, his attachment would wane. It was natural. He was just the focus of his coming-of-age desires.
Jesses jaw was flexing, as if hed picked up on that one. “You better put some lube up your ass,” he said, not at all subtle about what was about to happen. “Better yet, Ill do it. Sit up on your knees.”
Kyles body shook as Jesse moved behind him. He felt the brush of warm, naked body against warm, naked body and Jesses breath against his shoulder as he took lube out of his jeans pocket and squirted it onto his palm. “Open your ass for me,” he commanded hoarsely.
Kyle made a kind of moaning sound, beyond s
peech. He reached down and pulled open his cheeks, feeling crazy intimate, because hed never done this for any of his men—exposed himself quite this way.
Jesses fingers entered him, no hesitation, and because he was warmed and stretched from the yoga, it was just the right burn, like he was holding the stretch of a difficult position. He breathed in and out, concentrating on remaining relaxed. Jesse laughed. “Thats the same kind of breathing from your routine.”
“Jess…” “I hear you. Get into something. Something to show off all these muscles, all the scars from the ranch. Condom! Fuck, where did I…?”
Kyle laughed at the breathless quality of Jesses voice. For a blank second he couldnt think of anything, but then he moved into the half-moon posture, his right hand on the floor, right foot helping to balance his raised left leg and left arm. When Jesses body made contact with his, he let himself drift back to all fours.
Jesse mounted him, panting against his neck. “Kyle!”
Jesse didnt probe. He slid inside on the lube, straight inside until he speared Kyles prostate in one thrust.
Kyle was unprepared. “ Uh!”
“Have to get you that gag…” Jesse was thrusting, smooth, slick, one hand wrapped around Kyles throat.
“Love taking you on all fours like an animal.”
Kyle could see himself the way Jesse envisioned, a ball gag in his mouth, his body shuddering from the deep thrusts of the man behind him. He pushed back, shamelessly wanting Jesses cock to hit him again where he lived, spreading himself wide, offering himself so Jesse could go deeper, could fuck him harder.
“This is what you needed.” Jesses hand tangled in Kyles hair, tugging. “I dont know why I waited so long, letting you hide from me. I should have got off my bike that first day I saw you, hunted you down, and made you take it.”
Kyle laughed again. “You romantic.”
“I want that too.”
Was Jesses voice a little sad? Kyle frowned, but he couldnt hold the thought, stuffed full of the other man, sweaty, grinding. “Oh, Jess!”
“Turn around,” Jesse suddenly ordered, pulling out with a groan.
His opening contracting, dissatisfied not to be split open by Jesse, Kyle obeyed, looking up to see Jesses damp, tangled hair, his eyes burning like pools of gasoline set alight. “Open for me. Get your legs up.”
The act felt huge, lifting his legs and holding them, holding himself wide for Jesse so he could take and use Kyles body.
“Lets be clear; youre doing this for Macs kid brother. Youre taking it from me,” Jesse said.
“Jess—”
“Look at you. You cant wait for me to shove it in you again.” Jesses cock stuttered against Kyles raised thigh as he tried to impale Kyle. Kyles legs were shaking under his grip. “I want you to see me, see what youre letting me do.”
Jesse was over him, taking him, untamed like the biker from their fantasy. Kyle couldnt escape his gaze or the sound of his needy thread of a voice as Jesse pushed inside, steady, filling him, conquering him.
“Jess…” Kyle moaned, letting go of his thighs—which were draped over Jesses shoulders—and digging his fingers into Jesses firm upper arms. It hurt. It felt good. Taking someone so deep, so deep he knew if he went riding soon, hed sit a saddle awkwardly, still feeling Jesses possession, as if the younger man had marked him his.
“Youre mine now, Kyle.” Jesse surged, and Kyle gave a choked scream. “Yeah, listen to you, all you can do is make those sounds while I fuck you.”
“It wasn’t just me getting off on fantasizing about you as my captive, as my slave. You’ve wanted someone to take you this way, and I think I knew it even then. Admit it.”
“Jess—”
“Admit it, damn you. You’ve wanted under me ever since I came home.”
“Yes.”
Kyle saw satisfaction, possession flash through Jesses eyes, and then he lifted Kyle higher, bending him in half, grunting as he rutted, a primitive man taking his mate.
Kyle couldnt hide anymore. Not from Jesse, not from himself. Jesse was right. Part of him had always wanted Jesse, even when he was forbidden to him. He never would have acted on that wanting had Mac lived, but sometimes hed found himself wondering what it would be like to be taken by the quiet brother, the intense brother. Jesse had never been like Mac, open and laughing. Hed burned with a darker flame.
“Am I too rough?” Jesse reached for Kyle, engorged and flexing at his touch.
Even in that moment Kyle could feel himself flush; he had never known he was such a shameless slut, happy to take it like this with barely a touch on his cock. And he didnt care. He loved—he needed it.
“Damn, cowboy…” Jesse gripped his penis the way he took his ass, aggressively, so Kyles feet curled in pleasure. “Look at how you love it. I dont know how Im going to stop myself from taking you to a club somewhere, spreading you open, and taking you, showing all those other men how you love it, how you were born for it.”
Kyles head moved from side to side, and he felt utterly helpless, like this was the first time hed taken a man, like he was lost and didnt know how to get his burning moment. His body throbbed, his cock, his willing ass belonging completely to Jesse.
“Im going to come,” Jesse rasped.
“Come on me,” Kyle heard himself beg. “Mark me.”
Jesse thrust one more time, Kyles ass swallowing him as if hungry from the battering Jesse gave it, and then he pulled out, tugged off his condom, and painted Kyles sex and belly and chest with cum, shooting while his head fell back and he growled out his triumph over Kyle.
A couple of heartbeats later, Jesse was back, prying Kyle open again, teasing him with two cool, freshly lubed fingers. He speared them in, unrelenting. “You need something in you, slut?”
Kyle screamed as he came, his legs still up, his fists curling into the Navajo rug beneath him as his body bucked and exploded at Jesses touch.
* * *
Kyle was sweaty, covered with spend, body raw when Jesse turned away, his back slick and heaving, as if it had been too much, just too goddamned much. And then he saw it clearly for the first time—Jesses tattoo, which rode above his ass.
A rose with thorns dripping blood. Kyles name. Jesse stiffened when Kyle made a soft sound and curled around to put his lips
against the tattoo.
After a moment he tugged Kyle up and buried his face against his neck, breathing heavily while Kyle held him, never wanting to let him go.
Chapter Sixteen
Davids friend Sam fell in love with the Cinderella carriage. Taking off his work gloves and striding over to greet the kids and their parents, Kyle saw that right off. It softened some of the nervousness he could feel bubbling in his blood like a crazy cocktail.
“You have nothing to be nervous about, cowboy,” Jesse sent him in a frankly caressing tone. Hed sounded like that ever since theyd made love for the first time—or wrecked themselves. Kyle wasnt sure which, since hed never experienced a first time with anyone like the one he and Jesse had shared. “There won’t be another first time for you,” Jesse continued in a jealous tone. “No more Doug.”
Kyle blinked. “His name is Darren, and he’s a very sweet man.”
“Whatever. He’s not touching what’s mine again.”
David was also uptight, Kyle noticed. He was pale, his blond-brown hair
brushed off his forehead, his clothes neat and pressed, unlike the dusty jeans and Tshirt he usually lived in. Sam stood close to him, a cute thing with red hair and freckles and a shy smile. Kyle could see right away why David liked her as well as Thomas, a tall youth with brown eyes and clear, tanned skin, who looked like he was comfortable around horses.
“This is Kyle,” David introduced Kyle to his friends. “Hes—theres just nothing about horses he doesnt know.”
Kyle flushed, a little embarrassed, a little pleased as he shook Sams hand and then Thomass. Their parents were standing behind the teens, so he also greeted them, recognizing hed se
en them around sometimes. Oh, man, although as a businessperson he had met often with influential people in the town, today felt like a higher bar. He had a kid depending on him, a kid he loved.
He only hoped today went well.
“Are you kidding, with the spread you have waiting for a picnic? It’s good enough for frickin’ royalty,” Jesse scoffed. “Steak sandwiches, sushi, fancy French pastries, and let’s not forget you even included tofu salad for any vegetarians—not that you’ll find many in this county.”
“I just want this to go right. I want something in Davy’s life to go right.”
Jesses tone was soft. “I know.”
“You like our Cinderella carriage, huh?” Kyle asked Sam, watching as David gave her a bashful smile and escorted her closer to the jewel of their collection. It was white, a round upright body with wrought-iron scrolls, just like the one from the Disney picture. Inside pale pink upholstery gleamed. It was fit for a princess, and Sams eyes were wide as she stared at it.
“Hitch it up,” Kyle found himself ordering. Already they had the hay wagons they used for the fall and Thanksgiving festivals set to go, but he couldnt resist Sams silent wonder.
“Yes, sir!” David said, ripping off to prepare two extra horses. He ducked his head back a second later. “Which horses?”
“Hall and Sally,” Kyle said. They hadnt worked in harnesses since theyd been ill, but hell, he was through babying Hall. It was time the horse got back to the work he loved. It might even be the key to his final recovery.
David flashed a grin and disappeared again, and Kyle was soon surrounded by kids and their parents as he sorted out which wagons they would ride in, complete with picnic blankets and supplies. Hed even had them gussied up with fall flowers and berries, and the chattering and shouts of laughter filled him with pride.
Hed had some bad times, but this was something he knew: these big, gentle horses and how to help people enjoy them.
* * *
They wound up in a pretty meadow next to a stream where Kyle sometimes went fishing, when he could find the time. He remembered coming here with Mac. He remembered showing Jesse and David how to fish, and he saw those memories living in Jesses blue eyes as he pulled up in the fancy white carriage usually only used for weddings or graduations. In the carriage were David, Sam, Thomas, and Sams and Thomass parents.
