Oh, the crap with Thaine was still a bit of a mess, a can of worms waiting to be opened, but Drew kind of ignored it, pushing it all away. Thaine had decided Drew didn't exist, well Drew figured he could do the same. And if Thaine ever remembered, well they could deal with that when the call came. Drew wasn't going to waste the good feelings inside him on worrying over stuff he had no control over.
He didn't notice his work glove was caught on the barbed wire and managed to rip the leather open. Took a good-sized chunk out of his palm, too. Cursing, he tugged the glove right off, so he could get a better look at the damage.
"Goddamn. You okay, man?" Jesse came over, hat pushed back.
"Yeah, just need a bit of glue and a Band-Aid." He shook his head trying hard not to wince. "I wasn't paying enough attention," he admitted.
"Come on. Let's get you a rag." Jesse chuckled, winked. "You woolgathering?"
"Not unless you're suddenly made of wool." He blushed at his words, but met Jesse's eyes, wanting Jesse to know how he was feeling.
Jesse's grin just widened, the heat in those eyes visible. "Yeah?"
He nodded, grinning himself. "Yeah." Funny how the ragged tear in his palm wasn't hurting nearly at all.
"Come on. Let's wrap you up, gimpy." Jesse's fingers handed on the small of his back.
Warmth moved through him at Jesse's touch and he laughed softly. "Gimpy? It's just a little cut." That was bleeding like a son of a bitch mind you.
Jesse grinned. "Needs a bit of styptic, though."
"Oh, that's going to hurt." He made a face and let Jesse lead him over to the entrance to the barn where the first aid kit was kept.
He leaned against Jesse when they got there -- he'd lost a lot of blood, hadn't he? It was sure to have affected his strength.
"Sting a bit. Nothing big." Jesse's hand slipped down to his ass. Squeezed.
He squeaked, surprised, pleased. "I don't think I'll even notice," he told Jesse, meeting those warm eyes, hand practically forgotten.
"I will." Oh. Oh, that smile.
He leaned harder into Jesse, head tilting, mouth opening. He got a deep, long kiss, Jesse's mouth stealing his breath more than the cut ever could. He slid his tongue alongside Jesse's, just going with how good it felt.
His good hand slid up along Jesse's chest, feeling those strong muscles. Jesse's nipples were tight and hard, pushing through the cotton of the man's shirt. They drew his fingers to them, and he pinched them, first the right and then the left, the heat of Jesse's body unmistakable, even though the material.
"Drew." Jesse growled against his lips. "Let me fix your hand."
"My hand? Oh!" He blushed hard, taking a step backward and sinking against the wall. His knees were all wobbly, but he didn't think it had much to do with his hand. He held it out to Jesse. "Sorry."
"I'm not." It didn't take a second -- a sting, a jerk, a band-aid and there he was. "All better."
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."
He reached out with his good hand, wrapping his fingers in Jesse's shirt and tugging the long body toward him. "Let me thank you properly."
Chuckling, Jesse leaned down toward him, lips sliding against his own. He moaned, lips sliding beneath Jesse's, tongue coming out to lick lips that were still a little swollen from yesterday, slide into his mouth. Jesse hummed, sucking his tongue, the pressure sweet, steady. Whimpering softly, Drew tugged the lean cowboy in closer so he could feel that body all along his own.
Jesse was warm and solid and so there, it was awesome. A callused hand slid on the small of his back, just petting, stroking. Jesse's care was so evident in every touch, every look, and Drew realized it had always been there, deep in those eyes.
He slid his good hand up the lean muscled chest and around his neck, holding on, deepening the kiss. Jesse hummed, tongue sliding against his, hand moving down to his ass. Oh, he was never going to be able to smell hay again without getting hard. Never.
Drew stroked Jesse's scalp, fingers sliding through the short hair, pushing the straw hat off. So hot. So focused. Jesse was just watching him, drinking him in. He wrapped his other arm around the man’s waist, holding on, rubbing lightly.
Their tongues tangled, but it wasn't a play for dominance, no he and Jesse were dancing. They moved a little, starting to rock, to roll together. Oh. Oh, this was good, Jesse so solid and warm against him. He moaned softly, shifted a little so their cocks bumped every time they came together.
Jesse smiled, kissing a little harder, hips jerking faster. Oh yeah, this was good. Hot and sweet and his balls were starting to ache, his cock pushing hard against his jeans. He opened his mouth wide to Jesse, opened his heart.
Jesse's hand cupped his jaw, tilted his head to make the kiss deeper. He held on and begged with his body, wanting everything Jesse would give him. Wanting it all.
"Drew. So good. Wanted you for so long."
"You got me now." He slid his good hand between them, opening their jeans so they could rub their cocks together skin on skin. It made him gasp, when Jesse's hot, silky skin pushed against his own.
"So hot." Jesse nibbled on his bottom lip, tugged on it. Humming.
He nodded, whimpered. Sliding his hand up under Jesse's shirt, he found one of Jesse's nipples, playing with the hard little bit of flesh, watching Jesse's eyes for his reaction. Jesse whimpered, those dark eyes going black with need.
"Oh." He pressed their mouths back together again, pinching Jesse's nipple this time, tongue pushing into Jesse's mouth.
Jesse groaned, growling for him, hips pushing harder, faster. Jesse's cock was hot, slick at the tip as it rubbed against his belly. Drew cried out, pinching Jesse's nipple again, his body bucking with his need.
"Mmm. Close. Close. Come on, lover. Gimme."
Lover. Oh. Drew cried out, bucking as he shot, the pleasure shooting from his balls. Jesse groaned, following close behind, heat spraying over his belly. He held on, shivers chasing through him as their mouths met in a gentle kiss.
"I like our breaks, Drew. I surely do."
He grinned and nodded, hand sliding through the spunk on his stomach. "Yeah, me too."
He brought his hand up to him mouth, moaning a little at the taste of them together. "Me, too."
Jesse groaned, leaned down and licked his lips, shivering against him. His tongue tangled with Jesse's as they shared the flavor between them, their bodies moving together randomly, just sliding now and then.
"Mmm. Let's go clean up some, finish the fence. Then we can have the evening, all our own."
"That sounds just about perfect, Jesse."
Good hard work, good hot loving.
It was just what he needed.
Chapter Fifteen
Jerry was being good.
He was being really good.
He'd spent the last weeks coming home by seven, making sure Thaine was okay, fucking the man's brains out and then only going into his home office around ten. And here it was another Saturday and he didn't go in to work. Of course he was working on his computer in the home office and Helen had called a half dozen times.
But he was home.
Look at him being good.
He made a note about the Ortega file and closed it up. A glance at his watch said it was just past six. He'd just work on one more file. He could hear Thaine talking to someone, voice rising and falling.
Jerry frowned. Who the hell would Thaine be talking to?
He looked at his file, at the clock, at the door and finally got up and went to see what was up. A little break wouldn't hurt. Then he'd get this file taken care of.
"...damn it. I'm not trying to upset nobody. I need to get my gear, my clothes. Shit, you're acting like I went out to fuck with the kid's head."
Oh. Jesse. Jerry winced. Far as he knew, Thaine still didn't have those five years back. Which sucked for the kid, but Jerry wasn't sure what Jesse wanted from Thaine. The man just plain didn't remember.
Thaine's cheeks were bright red, lips pursed as
he paced. That gait was getting steadier, stronger, the cast gone. "Don't go there. What? Are you fucking him? Afraid I'll come back? Shit, man. I'm where I fucking belong. Well, I'm with who I belong with. I'm not so sure about this big-assed city."
Jerry snorted. He liked this big-assed city. Of course it was one of the things they'd argued about, one of the reason's they'd split up. He crossed his arms and waited for T to get off the fucking phone.
"Look, I just want my clothes, my buckles, my shit. I don't have to see nobody."
Thaine looked over at him, nodded and smiled.
He smiled back, moving closer to lean in and whisper into Thaine's ear. "I'll buy you new clothes, T."
Thaine hummed, leaned into him. "He can have the trailer, Jesse, okay? Quit treating me like an asshole."
"You should sell the trailer, split the proceeds." Jerry tilted his head. "Unless it was yours to start with. Then the kid should go fuck himself. You need a lawyer, T? I'll hook you up." And give Jesse a fucking piece of his mind while he was at it.
"Do I? I shouldn't." Poor trusting fool.
He shook his head and grabbed the phone. "This is Jerry. I'm getting Thaine a lawyer and if that kid's lucky he'll get half of what Thaine has. But you keep hassling T and I'll make sure the kid's lucky to have the clothes on his back, you hear me?" He wasn't letting anyone take advantage of his Thaine.
"You motherfucker! Y'all're treating Drew like a stranger!"
"Jesse. He is a stranger. I don't know the kid from Adam and neither does Thaine. Now either you back the fuck off and send T his shit or I get that lawyer on your asses."
"I'll have someone send him his goddamn shit and you tell him to leave my lover alone." Jesse was just growling.
"Your lover. Oh, Jesse, you dog. Send T’s stuff. You don't have to worry about anyone coming to break up your little love nest." Jerry hung up, shaking his head. "He goes and birddogs the kid right out from under you and then has the gall to try to make you into the bad guy here."
Thaine blinked. "Jesse? No shit?" He was worried for a second, then Thaine started laughing, just hooting.
Well at least Thaine wasn't upset about it. "I guess it is funny if you think about it. The old coot. I still have a half a mind to hire that lawyer and make sure he and that kid don't get a penny that belongs to you." Not that he knew what belonged to Thaine and what belonged to the kid, but T'd always done well on the bulls, he had to figure the trailer at least belonged to his man. Hell, there'd been a year or two that Thaine had made real good money and the man had sponsors, contracts.
"Yeah. What a mess..."
"You still don't remember a thing?" He wasn't sure if he wanted T to remember or not. Either way things weren't likely to run smoothly and either way, he knew now that maybe he should have fought a little harder last time.
"Sometimes I think I do. Sometimes I'll hear something, a movie or a song and it'll feel familiar for a second."
He slipped an arm around Thaine's shoulders. "It bothering you, T? That you can't remember five years of your life?"
"Yeah, sometimes. It feels... weird, like I'm missing something all the time."
He nodded. He couldn't imagine having to cope with losing out the last five years of his life. But then there were some that had accused him of being a control freak.
"Well, if you want, we can hire a private dick, get him to piece the last five years together for you -- give you a report."
"Maybe? Maybe in a couple weeks. Right now I'm just still trying to get my shit together."
"Okay, you let me know if you want that. Or anything else, yeah? I'm loaded, T. I won't have you wanting for anything."
"Yeah. I... I don't know if I'm broke or what."
"Yeah, well none of that matters. I'm not hurting any for money." He knew T was proud, but sometimes a man just had to let people take care of him.
Thaine pushed into his arms, squeezed him. "I'm real proud of that, too, you know? You've done good, JJ. Real good."
He puffed up some, squeezing Thaine back. "Yeah? Thanks, T. That means a lot to me. And I have. Worked my ass off and it's paid off."
Thaine's hand slipped down, groped. "Oh, it's still fine and still here."
He moaned, pushing against Thaine's hand. "You think?"
"I do. Still fine. Still here. Still firm and nicely packed." Those eyes just twinkled as he got tugged close. "You still working?"
"I was." He tossed the file onto the table the telephone sat on, wrapped his arms around Thaine.
"Was. Mmm." Thaine's lips found his jaw, his throat, teasing and tickling.
He dropped his head back to give Thaine lots of room. "I can always pick it up again later."
"Mmmhmm. Later." Thaine wasn't listening. Thaine was tasting and nuzzling and humming away, but not listening.
"Yeah, baby. Lots later." He started undoing his cowboy's clothes, working out where the closest flat surface was.
Thaine was hungry, teeth sliding on his throat, following his hands easily. He tugged the simple white shirt right off and then started on the man's belt buckle, beginning to two step them toward the couch.
"Mmm... So fucking hot." Thaine's teeth scraped over his nipple, sharp as hell.
"Fuck! More, T. Don't you fucking stop." He pushed Thaine down onto the couch, following.
"Not stopping." His lover bit down again, catching his nipple, demanding his cry.
And he gave it, bucking against Thaine as his own cry sounded. He rolled them, putting himself on the bottom, supporting Thaine's body.
"Mine..." Thaine groaned, just eating him up, tongue moving on his skin.
"Yeah, baby. Every fucking inch of me." He worked his own pants off, groaning once they were skin on skin.
"Yeah." Thaine nodded, mouth on his skin, eyelashes tickling his skin.
He ran his hands over Thaine's skin, touching every bit he could, letting his lover feel it. Those rough old hands slid down his body, teeth scraping and teasing. God, his cowboy never held back, made him ache for it, fight for it every time.
"Gonna fuck me?" he asked. No one else ever did. No one else ever made him want it like T.
"Gonna suck you. Then I'm gonna lick you and make you scream. Then, if you're a good man, I'll fuck you." Those eyes just gleamed, loving him.
He laughed, feeling aroused and excited. Feeling fucking alive. "You think you can make me scream, T? I'd like to see you try." He sure as Hell would, because he knew if anyone could, it was Thaine.
"I don't think. I know." Thaine's chin rubbed the tip of his cock, the stubble there rasping him.
He gasped at the sensation, hips bucking as a shiver shot up along his spine.
"Mmm... Yeah. Ride 'em, cowboy." That tongue slid on his shaft, licking and teasing.
He laughed, but the sound came out wanton and breathless and damn, no one got him all worked up like this. He grabbed hold of the cushions to keep from grabbing at Thaine's hair and let the sensations roll over him. Thaine just hummed and licked, fingers spreading him, teasing him, driving him higher and higher.
There was nothing he could do but writhe and buck, body pushing toward Thaine's touch. He felt like a wanton, the noises pouring from him not screams, but not at all under his control.
"So fucking hot, JJ. So good." Callused thumbs slipped inside him, spread him.
"Yeah, baby. Jesus fucking Christ. You'd better make me scream."
Thaine didn't answer him, just dropped that hot, wet mouth over his cock and started pulling, thumbs fucking him. He could feel that scream building up inside him, the orgasm that was going to accompany it making his balls ache. "Thaine. T. Fuck."
"Yeah. Yeah. Fuck." Thaine bucked up, cock pushing against him, demanding.
"Please, yes. T. Come on. Do it."
His cowboy stared right into him, sure and hungry and fine as that cock pushed deep. That scream was pushed right out of him as he gave it up for T, come just pouring out of him as Thaine's prick hit his gland.
"Yeah.
Yeah, JJ. Just. Fucking. Like. That." Thaine's eyes rolled, hips jerking and thrusting.
He wrapped one of his legs around Thaine's waist, tugging to meet each thrust, working to make it as good for T as it had been for him. Thaine's head slammed back, that lean body pounding his ass, taking him like no one else, ever. He reached out with one hand, sliding his fingers over Thaine's chest, watching the flush that was climbing up to that lean neck.
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