Drew tore his mouth away long enough to gasp "Gonna," and then kissed Jesse again, tongue sliding in and out of Jesse's mouth as his hips jerked, his orgasm moving through his body. He cried out into Jesse's mouth, spunk filling his jeans.
"Oh. Oh, you're fucking sweet." Jesse watched him, petting him.
He made a soft noise, kind of just melting against Jesse's strength for a moment. "Jesse. That was." Groaning, he started moving his hand against Jesse's prick again.
Jesse whimpered, panting against his lips, those eyes wide.
"Want to make you feel good," he said softly.
He licked at Jesse's lips, slid his tongue into Jesse's mouth. Hand trembling just a little, he popped open the button on Jesse's jeans and tugged at the zipper so he could slide his hand in and find Jesse's heat.
"Oh. Oh, Drew. Drew, please. I..." Jesse's cock was leaking, heavy.
"Can I suck you?" he asked, suddenly wanting to, needing to give that to Jesse, wanting so much to make him feel amazing.
"Oh, God." Jesse met his eyes, gaze wild and wanton, the flames dancing in the darkness.
He decided to take that as a yes and sank down to his knees, holding Jesse's eyes all the way down. He spread Jesse's jeans, the thick, long cock leaping out. He licked at the tip, gasping at the salt and bitter flavor.
"Uhn." Jesse arched, hips rocking toward his mouth.
He took the head into his mouth, lips closing just under the bulge in the glans, and started sucking. The cry he got made him feel sexy, needed, loved. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Jesse's cock and slid down further, taking Jesse in deeper and swallowing around the wide head. He reached out, hands wrapping around Jesse's waist, holding on as he pulled up, went down, and swallowed again.
"I'm going to. Drew. I can't not... Christ, your mouth."
He nodded on Jesse's cock. He wanted to taste, wanted to feel Jesse's pleasure in his mouth. He sucked harder, tugged on Jesse's cock, encouraging Jesse to take what he needed.
Jesse arched, starting to fuck his lips, take his mouth. Moans just filled the air, winging out into the night sky. It was something else, having Jesse's cock in his mouth, the bitter salt flavor leaking slowly onto his tongue, hearing those noises, smelling the heavy musk on Jesse's pubes.
He sucked harder, gazing up at Jesse as that long cock pushed into his mouth again and again. Jesse watched him, eyes burning, drinking him up. Drew swallowed around the tip of Jesse's cock again, fingers squeezing Jesse's hips. He wanted it, wanted all that pleasure.
Jesse came with a deep cry, head rolling on his shoulders. Oh. Oh, Jesse was beautiful. Drew swallowed down the man's spunk, the taste filling his mouth, filling him. He kept sucking, mouth gentling, tongue sliding on the hot flesh.
"Drew. Drew, I... Damn." Jesse's knees buckled a little. "Damn."
He let Jesse slide out of his mouth and rubbed his cheek against one warm hip. "Yeah. Damn." That kind of summed it up.
He stood, pressing their lips together, searching for another one of those mind-blowing kisses. Jesse gave him one, too, just knocked his knees out from under him. He melted against Jesse's strength, just totally floored by what had just happened.
"I got you, man. I got you." The words were whispered against the top of his head.
And Jesse did now, didn't he?
Drew held on. He held on as tight as he could and prayed with everything he was that he didn't hurt this man.
Chapter Thirteen
Jesse didn't think at all on the way back to the house. Wasn't nothing to think on. Honest. If Drew was serious, then it'd come out and if Thaine came back and took it all away?
Well, then. He'd gotten a taste of what he wanted. Not enough, but a taste.
"You still want ice cream?" He pulled up to the house, turned off the truck.
"I." Drew looked at him, eyes wide, a little freaked, a lot melted. Then Drew smiled suddenly, hand reaching out to squeeze his arm. "Sure, if you want. We can go or stay in -- long as we're doing it together, yeah?" He could see Drew's cheeks darken. "I don't mind at all if we decide to stay in."
"Well, then. We still got Twinkies..." Oh. Oh, damn. He was so sincerely fucked.
Drew beamed at him, cheeks still dark as anything, but those eyes just lit up with pleasure. All aimed at him. "I think that sounds really good. I guess we should see to the animals first, so we can... not worry about 'em after."
"Yeah. I'll get the feeding, if you'll check hay and water." Good man. Real good man.
Drew nodded. "It's a plan."
They set to working, moving easily together after more than a week of it. And if this time he could feel Drew's eyes on him more often than not, well, that was only natural.
Drew finished up a minute or two ahead of him and waited on the porch for him. He stole a long look or two, just fascinated. Fuck, he couldn't help but love the man. There was just something... Jesse sighed, finished up. For right now, he wasn't thinking on it.
Drew gave him a smile that just lit up the night once he was done and heading back to the house.
"Hey." He grinned up, warmth just filling him up.
"Hey." Drew chuckled a little. "This is real, yeah? I mean I didn't imagine what happened out at the pond?"
"I sure as shit hope you didn't." He got up the steps, opened the door.
"Yeah, me, too." Drew's hand slid along the small of his back for a moment.
"Oh..." He swallowed his moan, his back arching a second. Drew made a soft sound, fingers coming back to stroke. "I. Oh." He licked his lips, thighs going tight.
"Can we? Can I touch you, Jesse? I want to."
"Please. I've wanted." So long. Years. Since before Thaine had gotten serious.
"Your bedroom?" Drew asked, eyes meeting his. He could see the want there, desire clear.
He just nodded, led Drew down the hall toward the bedroom with his big, heavy bed.
Drew looked around the room, taking the dark, natural colors in and then turned to him, fingers trembling as Drew began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
He reached out, stroked Drew's cheek. "I can't hardly believe this."
Drew nuzzled against his hand, turned to kiss the palm. "Me neither. But it's real. You're real." Drew got his shirt open and slid warm fingers over his chest, from his collarbones on down to the top of his jeans.
"As real as it gets." His belly went tight, those fingers tugging at the line of hair on his lower belly.
"Uh-huh." Drew's fingers slid back up and then over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off. "Oh. Look at you."
Jesse's cheeks flared, head ducking. He was an old cowboy. That was it. Drew's fingers were exploring his chest. Each dip and hollow, each muscle, his nipples, his navel, each one was touched, stroked, Drew seeming just fascinated by it all.
He was beginning to believe he was dreaming, lying in his bed, hand around his cock, sound asleep.
Drew walked slowly around him, fingers trailing on his skin. Each of his vertebrae was touched, Drew's fingers warm, callused, strong. Jesse closed his eyes, head falling forward with a moan. Goddamn. Just. Goddamn. Drew's fingers reached the small of his back, circling and stroking his skin. Then a kiss landed there and it felt like every nerve ending in his body was right on that spot.
"Oh, God. Drew. I. Damn." He stepped forward, hands wrapping around the bed post.
"This is okay?" Drew asked, fingers sliding along his waistband and opening the top button on his jeans.
"Uh-huh. Yes. Okay." Don't stop, please.
"Oh, good." Drew moaned softly, fingers slowly sliding his zipper down. "Good."
Drew's mouth pressed against the top of his spine, hands pushing his jeans off his hips. It was maybe the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. Ever. His jeans fell down to his knees and Drew pressed against his back, clothes rough on his skin. Tongue sliding hotly over his spine, Drew explored his hips with hot fingers.
"Oh, sweet Christ." His hands squeezed against the bedposts, warmth and pleasure coursing
through him.
"Don't move," whispered Drew. The hands on him, the warmth behind him disappeared. A moment later it came back, hotter than ever as Drew's naked body pressed up against him, Drew's hands sliding across his belly.
"Oh..." Everything in him rippled, thighs parting as he widened his stance.
Drew's hands slid down along his thighs, Drew's body moving down his until he could feel that warm cheek, stubble rubbing over his ass as the kid helped him step out of his boots and pants legs. Those hands moved back up along the inside of his thighs, moving slowly, Drew exploring him thoroughly.
Finally, Drew was pressed up against his back again, cock hard, hot, leaking along his crack. Jesse moaned, hips arching, rubbing against that heat nice and slow. Sweet Christ.
Drew whimpered, hand sliding to wrap around his prick. "I want to. Can I. Wanna make love to you."
"Yes. It... it's been a while." A long while. A really long while.
"Do you have stuff?" Drew asked.
"I know I have slick. In the headboard. For, you know..." He stood up, looked over his shoulder. "Let me check in the bathroom for the other."
Drew's eyes were huge, needy. Hell, they were hungry. For him. "'Kay. I'll wait for you. In the bed."
"Okay. Okay." He managed to make it in the bathroom, cheeks flushed, cock hard as a rock. There was a box of condoms there, just waiting for him. God, he hoped they didn't expire.
It turned out they did, but he had a month or two grace. Someone up there was being awful good to him.
When he got back to the bedroom, Drew was lying on his bed, playing with the tube of slick, trying to look casual.
"I have some." He held them up, feeling dumb as fuck with his cock all poking up and eager.
"Thank God. Oh." Drew blushed, head ducking for a minute. Then he was looking up again, licking his lips as he started at Jesse. "Good."
"Yeah?" Oh. Man. Yeah. He. Yeah. He crawled up on the bed, sliding up Drew's legs.
Drew moaned, hands reaching for him, touching his face, his shoulders, sliding along his back as he moved up. "Yeah. Really, yeah."
"You smell so good. I... How do you want to?"
"I want to see your face." Drew slid his fingers over Jesse's cheek. "I want to see you."
"Oh. Oh, yeah. I want. I want that, too."
"You could do me though. If you'd rather. I just want to make love I don't care who's on top and who's on the bottom. I just want you."
"I want to feel you. I've wanted." He swallowed hard, meeting Drew's eyes. Might as well be hung for a sheep as well as a lamb. "A long time."
Drew moaned softly, the sound full of hunger. "I don't want to make you wait any longer."
"Me, too. Either. Whatever." He settled on the bed, legs spread, cock slapping on his belly.
Drew leaned over him, eyes running up and down his body, hands wandering, restless. "I just want to touch you everywhere. God, so many muscles."
"Touch all you want. All you want." He moaned, just having to move a little, shifting and rocking.
"Okay." Drew nodded. "I will."
The touches became less random, Drew's fingers teasing across his nipples and over his belly before sliding down stroke along his hips. His eyes wanted to close, but he forced them open, watching every touch. Drew seemed fascinated by his skin, by every bit of hair, every smooth patch, every little scar. One hand cupped his balls, the other came back to his nipples, finding a sweet spot just below his right hip.
"I haven't... It never felt so. Lord, Drew." He was plumb tongue-tied.
"You're gorgeous. So warm." Drew's fingers slipped down past his balls.
"Gorgeous? Me?" His knees bent, hips tilting.
"Oh, yeah. You." Drew touched his hole, stroked him.
"Oh, fuck. That feels good."
"Yeah? It's gonna feel better real soon. I'm gonna make it good." Drew slicked up his fingers and then they were back, one pushing into him.
"Mmm..." Oh. Oh, he remembered that. So fucking sweet.
"God, you're like silk inside." Drew's finger pushed deep and then slid away, then came back again.
"Oh, again." His eyes closed, lips parting. "Again."
"And again," murmured Drew, finger pushing into him over and over.
Suddenly it was two fingers, both of them going deep, brushing against his prostate. His world just went white for a second, just like a perfect ride. Damn.
Drew's fingers slid away and then pushed back in again, missing his gland this time. They hit it on the third pass though, nice and firm, just as Drew's mouth closed over his right nipple.
Jesse shook, damn near whimpering. He was going to fucking stroke out. He was. Damn. "Drew."
Drew kind of hummed, or maybe moaned around his nipple, fingers pushing in and hitting that spot again and again.
Just when he was sure he was going to fucking expire from it, Drew stopped, head lifting to look right at him. "I don't think I can wait any longer, Jesse. Is it okay?"
"Please. Come on. I need." God, those eyes.
Drew's fingers slid away and he shifted, moving between Jesse's legs. Then the hard heat of Drew's cock was pushing at him, opening him right up and stretching him wide.
"Oh. Oh." He bore down, legs going tight as he tried to take more and more in.
"Inside you. Oh, Jesse." Drew's eyes were huge and he kept pushing, kept working with Jesse until he was all the way in.
Nodding was all he could do, eyes burning in his skull, entire body tight. Yeah. In me. Yeah.
"God." Drew watched him as the long cock was pulled away and then pushed back in again, slow and easy so he could feel every single damned inch, every bump and bulge and vein.
"Yes..." He arched, eyes rolling back in his head.
Moaning, Drew started moving a little faster, finding a rhythm that had Jesse's skin just zinging with pleasure, the head of Drew's prick sliding against his gland more often than not.
Okay, he didn't know what he'd done right, but please Lord, let him do it again.
And again.
Drew kept on watching him, eyes wide with pleasure, shoulders and face flushed, skin beginning to bead up with sweat. Drew started to move faster, thrusts a little wilder now, graceless. He reached down, petting the flat belly, the fine chest. He wouldn't shoot again, but he could watch. Fuck, he could watch.
Drew cried out, moving faster. "Oh God! Soon. I. Please."
"Come on, lover. Come on." Let me see you. Please.
"Oh!" Drew thrust hard and froze, face slack, eyes going so wide. He could feel Drew's cock pulse inside him; he watched as shudders shook Drew's body. He watched every second, fingers just moving over all that skin. Drew pushed into each touch, so responsive, shivering and gasping for him.
Finally that spent cock slipped out of his body, leaving him empty of that heat. His arms were full though, Drew cuddly, pushing close. Jesse held on, rocking them nice and easy.
Drew's fingers slid over his skin, sweet, random touches. "Thank you. That was... It was good."
"Uh-huh. It was." He could just purr.
It was quiet for a few moments and then Drew wriggled a little and took a breath. "Do you think I could sleep here with you? Would that be all right?"
"More than." He wrapped his arms around Drew and held on.
"Cool." Drew held on just as tightly, warm and solid and good in his arms.
Chapter Fourteen
Drew was grinning. He'd been grinning since he woke up this morning with Jesse curled up around his back.
He'd been hard, and he'd wanted and it hadn't been easy to remember the chores and responsibility and shit and actually get up out of the bed. Especially as Jesse'd been just as hard as him, cock trying to drill a hole in the small of his back.
Still, he'd been good. Maybe the hay could wait an hour to be brought in, or even stalls a half day before they were cleaned, but the critters needed feeding.
It hadn't been easy, leaving Jesse's arms, leaving that big bed and going i
nto his room and getting on fresh clothes, but he'd done it and done his chores and Jesse'd had breakfast waiting on him when he got in, a warm smile to go with his coffee and toast and eggs and sausage.
They were out fixing the fencing around the barnyard today, and if Jesse'd noticed Drew was having trouble concentrating, that his eyes kept wandering over to look at that lean, long cowboy, well the man never said anything to him about it. And each time Drew looked, his smile got a little bit bigger.
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