"Yeah? Because I tell you, baby, I ain't looking to lose you now." Not now that he knew what he had.
"You just try and get rid of me, Jesse Lourdes. Burrs got nothing on me." Drew pressed closer, arms wrapping tighter around him.
"Oh, I don't think I'll be doing that, honey. I don't think so at all."
Chapter Twenty One
Jerry passed over his money and accepted the two plates of funnel cake, giving the little gal behind the counter a smile and a nod. "Thank you, ma'am."
He pushed his way out of the crowd and searched for his cowboy, looking for that close-cropped dark hair and the straw hat that looked just like every other cowboy's in the fairground, but that he knew. Ah. There. His cowboy'd grabbed them a bench. He headed over, handed Thaine his cake. "There. Now we're really at the fair."
What was amazing was that he and T had never been before. Not in all the time they'd been together. They hadn't done much in the way of vacations at all -- Thaine was either on the circuit, or he was too busy -- there'd always been some excuse or other.
Downtime was spent fucking their brains out. Not that they hadn't been doing that lately, but they had made the effort to just go and be a little. Like this fair. Just a little thing really, but there were some rides, a few livestock, carny games and of course eats.
"Man I haven't had funnel cake since I was a kid." He grinned over at Thaine. "You've got powdered sugar all over your 'stache, man."
Thaine chuckled, blew powdered sugar out in a puff of white. "Better?"
"Damn you, T, it needs licking off." Fine fucking son of a bitch. He reminded himself stuff like that would have to wait until they found somewhere a little more private and shoved a large piece of funnel cake into his mouth.
"Mmm. There's nothing like the smell of fried bread, is there?" Thaine munched down, licking his lips, his fingers.
"Oh, I can think of a thing or twenty." Most of them associated with T himself.
Thaine's cheeks went pink and damn, that was almost cute. "Listen to you."
He made his eyes go wide as he could. "What? I'm not talking dirty or anything." He couldn't keep it up though, and ruined his innocent look -- such as it was -- with a laugh.
"You having a good time, T?" They'd driven up toward Nacogdoches and were checked into a little motel on the side of the road about a half hour away from the expo center. Man, there was something about the Piney woods in late summer.
"I am, man. I haven't just goofed around with you in too damn long." Thaine looked damn good. Young and happy, lean and healthy.
"We always were too good at being workaholics. This is good though." Long weekends here and there, it was doing wonders for both of them. "You want to go for a spin on the ferris wheel?" Hell if they got a car of their own, maybe he could steal a quick kiss at the top.
"Oh, hell yes." Thaine finished his dessert and bounced up, brushing his hands off on his jeans.
He shoved more than was healthy into his mouth and dumped his empty plate into the garbage bin, licking the sugar off his fingers instead of wiping it away. "Oh, the line's not too long, we're in luck."
"You have tickets, still, honey? Or do I need to grab some?"
"No, I think I've got enough left for this thing." He searched trough his pockets, craning his neck to read the sign. "Is that three or four per person?"
"Three. Do you need glasses?"
"Fuck off, T. The sign is far away and half blocked by people." He fished half a dozen tickets out of his pocket. They were only ten or so people back, not a long wait at all.
Thaine's laugh rang out, a number of ladies turning to look, to admire. He puffed up a little, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something that would get their asses kicked; the word 'mine' wanted out real bad. He settled for smiling at the ladies, thinking 'you can look all you want, he's with me'.
Of course, Thaine didn't even notice, just leaned against the rail and watched the Ferris wheel go round and round.
When it came to their turn, he let the couple behind them go on ahead with the two ladies who'd been in front of them. They waited for the next car, getting it on their own as there were large groups who wanted to be together behind them.
He sat back, grinning at T as the wheel slowly moved along. Thaine's fingers just brushed his thigh, thumb working his seam. He spread his legs just a little -- just getting comfortable, and stretched his arms out on the back of their seat. He could feel the warmth of Thaine's body pouring off the man as they sat.
"You remember going on these as a kid, JJ? Did you used to take girls up?"
Jerry laughed. "I did! And I tell you what -- I remember being on this big old wheel. Like huge. With Betty Rocker. Just being up that high had me half hard and I leaned forward and kissed her, imagining the whole time that she was her older brother Matt. It was quite the kiss -- I think she might have slapped me when we were done, I can't remember now."
"Yeah? How about now, JJ? Are you half hard?"
He met Thaine's eyes. "And half again on top of that, T."
"Yeah?" Thaine swallowed hard, holding his gaze, the air around them almost crackling.
"Yeah. And I'm not imagining Betty Rocker or her brother." Not for a second. It was purely T making him hard.
"Me neither. I ain't got to imagine anything anymore, JJ. I got what I need."
"Yeah, I hear you." He stroked the back of T's neck, fingers nearly trembling with the effort not to wrap right around and tug his lover in for a kiss.
"We can't, but I sure want to, you know? I really do." Thaine's drawl was as thick as honey.
"I know." He had to laugh at himself. "I thought maybe I could steal a kiss once we got to the top, but I don't believe I could manage just a quick peck."
"No. No, if I started kissing, I'd just keep on going." Thaine was actually starting to sweat under the brim of his hat. You'd swear they were a pair of randy teenagers.
"I guess we'll have to settle for watching the view." His eyes never left Thaine's face.
"Uh-huh." Thaine kept staring back, kept searching his eyes.
He swallowed. He licked his lips. He wondered just how fucking much longer this ride was going to last.
"I think we should get cotton candy. I could lick it off... You know." Oh, ho. Kinky cowboy.
"If you're planning to lick it off that, I will buy you cotton candy. Lots and lots of it." He could do kinky if it got Thaine’s mouth on him.
"I bet it would be good. A little salt, a little sweet..."
"Babe, I swear I will buy you some on our way out the gate." Which would be the minute they let them off this infernal ride!
"Cool. I like the blue." Oh. Shit ass.
"It'll color your tongue." Which would make easy to spot as he licked the candy off him... He shifted, his balls aching, his prick pushing painfully against his zipper.
"Uh-huh. Color your cock, too."
He hadn't thought of that. He started to laugh, picturing it, his cock blue as could be.
Thaine grinned over, just tickled as shit. "Whole new meaning to blue balls, huh?"
Oh, fuck, that was funny, and Jerry thought he was going to hurt something he was laughing so hard. "I swear to you I am buying you that cotton candy and we're going to see just what we can turn blue. Just you wait."
"Sounds perfect, man. I do love me some sweets." The car was just rocking, Thaine moving with it without thought.
The laughter had eased the tension some, and he looked around. They were pretty high up, the night sky a rich dark blue and the stars hidden by the carnival lights. The breeze was blowing pretty good up here, the big wheel moving slowly still. He left his fingers on the back of Thaine's neck. "I'll have to get you some candy apples and shit, too."
"Mmm. Yeah. There's some nice cattle in the sale barn. A couple of decent pieces of stock."
"I'm not buying you a cow, T. Not unless it's already slaughtered and cooked and on a plate next to a baked potato."
"No? I could r
aise buckin' bulls. I'd be good at it."
"You would. Of course it'd be a tight fit out on the deck and I'm not sure a bull would appreciate the back seat of the truck." He winked, grinning as they started picking up speed.
"Yeah, yeah. You know, one day you might want to move out of the city, have some land."
He considered that. He wouldn't dismiss it out of hand, not anymore. "Maybe. One day." He grinned as they hit the top of the wheel, car starting to spin as they went around and headed back down.
"Yeah? Because I'll hang with you, but I'd like to think one day I could be back on a ranch."
"I'm not going to be chained to my desk forever, T." He wasn't even going to be chained to his desk past fifty; he had a plan now. He had a reason for a plan.
"Good. Although, I like your desk, man." Thaine's voice dropped, got low and husky. "I like bending you over it."
"Jesus Christ, T." He groaned, his cock springing back to full attention. "Is this fucking ride ever going to be over?" He had to get them back to the fucking motel first, too.
"Nope. We could go on the tilt-a-whirl after..." Teasing little fuckhead.
"Oh, I'm going to tilt your whirl, T. No question about that." Maybe they could find somewhere private for a quickie...
"Promises promises. You gonna let me ride the pony?" He was going to pop Thaine’s mouth.
"No ponies where we're going, babe. I'm aaaall bull." He bucked his hips a little.
The cart swung and they both laughed, the lights and people down below seeming to blur together for a second. Fuck, he wanted to kiss that son of a bitch.
"Love you," he mouthed.
"Yeah, JJ. Yeah." He got one of those grins - toothy and wondering and pure happy.
He'd just decided to go for it, risk being seen with his tongue down Thaine's mouth when the wheel slowed down again, then stopped as they started letting people off.
"Jesus. Jesus, JJ." Thaine was just thrumming for him, staring at him like he was magic.
"I know, babe. We're not going to make it to the hotel." They'd have to find somewhere. Somewhere close.
Christ, he'd never felt like this about anyone. Ever. Maybe not even Thaine five years ago.
"We will. We will because I need you to fuck me good and hard and that needs a bed."
Groaning, he gave his cock a good hard thump.
And thank God their car was next. He got out and made a beeline for one of the candy stands. If he didn't think about why he was buying the spun sugar, maybe his prick would go down.
Of course, Thaine was right there at the next window, buying caramel apples, whistling and bouncing that tight ass. That tight ass that he'd be plowing in about a half hour. Fifteen minutes if he broke the land speed record.
He growled, startling the little girl behind the counter. "Sorry. I thought I'd lost my wallet, but here it is. I'll have four of the blue cotton candy." He gave her a smile and let her keep his change and then high tailed it out of there like his ass was on fire. He trusted T was right behind him.
Thaine tossed him the keys to the truck, sliding up into the king cab, vibrating for him. Jesus, they were a pair. He tossed the cotton candy onto the seat between them and started up the engine, growling again as they joined the fucking line to get out of the place.
"Thank God it's dark." Thaine's hand landed on his fly, his lover scooting down in the floorboard.
"Thaine! Fuck. God, what are you doing?"
"Gonna suck you off. Watch the traffic." The straw hat flew into the backseat.
Son of a bitch.
He shifted, spreading his legs a little, eyes on the car in front of him, his hands holding the wheel tight. Thaine worked his fly down, pulling and tugging just until his prick popped free. Then those lips wrapped right around him. Goddamn. Hot and tight, and so damned good.
Jerry’s hands tightened a little more as he turned onto the road, the traffic spreading out as they all sped up. Another snarl slowed them way down, and Thaine started working faster, head bobbing, lips slurping along his length.
His balls drew up tight as stones, warmth spreading through his belly. "Christ, T. Don't you dare stop."
He got a noise -- could have been anything, but Jerry took it as agreement -- and the suction got stronger, Thaine's head bobbing faster. His eyes nearly rolled in his head, but he somehow kept them fixed on the road, somehow kept up with the traffic.
Thaine's hand slipped down, palming his balls, pushing them, encouraging them to draw up.
"Fuck, babe. Fuck. Fuck." He kept repeating the word until he came, shooting hard.
T swallowed hard, fast, not dragging it out, which hello. Open road. Driving. Brains not melted. He panted, keeping his eyes focused on the road by sheer will alone.
"Almost there, babe."
"You've already been there, honey." Thaine's eyes were heavy-lidded, lips swollen and red.
He chuckled, feeling fine, feeling all keyed up at the same time. "Don't you worry; I'll take care of you, T."
"I'm not worried, JJ. Hard. Aching. Needing. Not worried."
He stayed silent until he saw the motel sign and then he turned into the parking lot, grinning. "You're something else, Thaine."
"Just your old cowboy, honey."
He zipped himself back up and jerked his head toward the motel. "Come on then. I promised my old cowboy a ride."
"Oh, hell yes. I can cowboy up for you, man." Thaine was just buzzing with it, muscles working under that skin-tight t-shirt.
He made a grab for the cotton candy and locked the truck door behind him, high tailing it for their room like his ass was on fire. Or like his dick was already hard again. "You'd better have the key, T."
"I got it." Candy apples dangled from Thaine's fingers, the key card sliding in the door.
"Good man."
He followed Thaine in, and managed to toss the cotton candy on top of their suitcase before grabbing T up around the waist and turning him so he could dive in for a kiss. Thaine opened right up, the taste of his come still strong on those warm lips. Thaine pressed closer, that hard cock grinding against his hip. His own was hard again, trying to push back out of his zipper. He rubbed back against Thaine, slowly pushing them toward the bed.
"Want. So bad." Thaine's hands wrapped around his hips, tugging him closer.
"Yeah, T. I got what you want." His own hands were busy working Thaine's t-shirt out of his jeans and up over his head. As soon as Thaine's dark little nipples were exposed, he went for them, using tongue and teeth and lips to play.
"Fuck!" His tough bullrider arched, pushed up toward his mouth, hips spanking the air.
"Yeah, we're gonna do that, too." He laughed and went back to it, going back and forth between Thaine's nipples as his hands started working open the man's belt, his jeans.
There was a wet spot on Thaine's jeans already, that cock fighting to get out. He helped it along, biting at Thaine's right nipple as he got the jeans undone. That amazing prick pushed right out into his hand, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping. His cowboy groaned, hands going tight on his shoulders, a harsh groan filling the air.
"Gonna fuck you, T. Good and hard." He let Thaine's prick go, pushing the man's jeans right off.
"Yes. Hell, yes. Please." His cowboy bent right over, balls swinging down between the muscled thighs.
Groaning, trying to keep one hand on Thaine, touching his ass, his balls, Jerry stripped as fast as he could.
"Lube. Fuck." They'd had it out last night. There it was on the little table by the bed. He grabbed it and slicked up his fingers, pushing two right into Thaine's ass.
"Jerry!" Thaine's head slammed up, ass pushing back against his hand.
Oh, yeah. Thaine was tight and hot around his fingers. His cock throbbed, wanting. He pushed another finger in, stretching wide.
"Fuck. Fuck, full. Good." A dark flush climbed up Thaine's back.
"You ready for me, T? Ready for my cock?" He pushed his fingers in harder, hitting the little g
land.
"JJ!" Thaine rippled around him, so fucking hot, so fucking fine.
"Right here." He pulled his fingers away and pushed into Thaine, letting that tight heat swallow him right up.
"Yes. Yes. Hard. Deep. Fucking now."
"Pushy, pushy." And didn't he love it?
He thrust hard, fingers wrapped around Thaine's hips, pulling the man back into the penetration. Thaine's cries rang out, filling the air as that tight ass squeezed him.
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