Amnesia

by Michael, Sean

  He rode hard and fast, giving it his all, eating up every sound, every shout. He could feel Thaine's orgasm in the heat growing around his cock, in the way the muscles went tight.

  "Tug yourself off," he ordered, his own hands busy yanking Thaine's body back onto his cock. "Come on, babe."

  "Uh. Uh-huh." Thaine's hand started working, the pressure around his cock growing.

  "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, T." It was so good, so hot. All the promise of the teasing and the wanting coming to life.

  "Yeah. Fuck. Now, JJ. Now." Thaine squeezed him tight as a fist.

  "Shit, yeah." He cried out, cock pushing deep as he filled his man. He could smell Thaine as his lover shot, spraying spunk over that working hand. "Oh, yeah." He kept moving, making the good feelings last.

  "Uh-huh." Thaine relaxed, both of them moving slower now, the rhythm easing.

  "You think you can make the bed, babe?" He pushed a little harder, trying to nudge Thaine forward.

  "Uh. Uh-huh." Thaine took one step, then another.

  Slowly, surely, they managed to get themselves to the bed They kept it moving, his cock circling inside Thaine's body.

  "Love." Thaine crawled up, nice and easy.

  "Gonna love you all fucking night, babe."

  "Promise?"

  "Promise."

  He emphasized it by thrusting hard and hitting Thaine's gland. Thaine groaned, damn near dancing under him, moving slow and easy. Steady. He alternated between closing his eyes to concentrate on how fucking this man felt, and opening them to add sight to those sensations. Thaine was fucking stunning, the scarred skin, the ropey muscles, the way he moved... Groaning, Jerry circled his hips in the other direction, his fingers touching everywhere he could reach.

  "Love..." Thaine made the finest fucking noises, groaning and growling and begging.

  "Mine, T." He bent over his lover's back, and whispered the words into one ear. "You're mine, babe. Balls to bones."

  "Yes. Yours. All yours. JJ."

  "That's right." He sank his teeth into Thaine's shoulder, mouth working to pull up a mark. His mark.

  "JJ!" Thaine's head snapped back, ass squeezing him tight.

  "Oh, fuck, babe." He jerked into Thaine with small, hard movements, his third orgasm washing over him unexpectedly. Slow and long, it seemed to last for fucking ever. Damn.

  His own cowboy slumped onto the mattress, heart pounding hard enough that he could feel it. Jerry went down with his lover, staying buried, staying joined. His hand slid, found Thaine's and twined their fingers together. He grunted, meaning to say good, or wow, or something, but the satisfied sound that came out would do. Besides, it matched Thaine's noises, down to the bone.

  He petted that hot skin randomly, his eyes closing. They matched all over, him and Thaine. All over.

  Down to the bone.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  He finished packing up the truck, got the hard top closed over the back. His bull ropes, his chaps, his vest -- everything was ready to go. They'd had a great winter -- Thanksgiving and Christmas, New Years together on a cruise ship, the lights of the Bahamas twinkling in JJ's eyes.

  It had been fucking amazing.

  The circuit was starting up though, and it was time. He'd made a couple of practice rides, did okay. He needed to get to work. He'd leave first thing for Fort Worth, ride over the weekend, be home on Tuesday.

  Go him.

  JJ met him at the door as he came back in, the man looking good in a pair of slacks and a work shirt -- JJ'd been doing a lot of working from home lately. "So you're all packed, all ready to go."

  He nodded, sighed. "Yep. Gonna go make some money. I'll be home Tuesday." It never used to be hard to go.

  "You have time for a proper goodbye? I want to make sure you remember to come back."

  "You know it. I might have time for two goodbyes and a drive careful in the morning."

  "Oh, lucky me." JJ grinned, tugging him in close. "Lucky you."

  "You know it. I'm the luckiest motherfucker on earth, next to you." He stole a grope, squeezing JJ's backside.

  A half moan, half chuckle came out of JJ and he was pushed up against the wall, JJ pressing hard against him. Oh, yeah. He needed him some of that. He pushed back, rubbing good and hard into Jerry's heat. Jerry grabbed the back of his head and tilted it, mouth mashing against his, the kiss deep and hard, bruising.

  His balls drew up tight, hips bucking, cock just aching in his jeans. Jerry's free hand wandered, plucking at his nipples through his t-shirt, hips grinding good and hard.

  "Shit, honey. Gonna make me..."

  "You'll get it up again." JJ sounded damned sure. And one hand pushed into his waistband.

  "Uh. Uh-huh. Touch me." He pushed back into the kiss, shaking with it.

  JJ yanked at his button and then got a hand in, fingers curling around his prick.

  "Fuck!" He shot hard, his head slamming back against the wall.

  "Uh-huh." JJ's mouth latched onto his throat, sucking at his skin.

  "So fucking good. Keep going. Please." He needed all this need worked out of him so he could keep his mind in the middle.

  "You gonna fuck me if I get you up again?" JJ asked, pulling his t-shirt up and off, mouth latching onto his collarbone.

  "Uh-huh, 'til you're walking bow-leggedy."

  "Then consider yourself fucking hard as diamonds, babe." Jerry nipped his shoulder and then found his right nipple, sucking hard around it, tongue flicking back and forth across it.

  "Mmm. Don't stop, honey. Don't stop." He loved that, loved Jerry so fucking much.

  A noise sounded, JJ agreeing or disagreeing, he didn't know, didn't much care either, the upshot being that a mouth vibrated around his nipple, sending sparks straight down to his cock. His hips rolled, thighs parting as his balls went tight. Jerry's mouth moved to his other nipple, hands tugging his jeans down, fingers finding his flesh. Oh, his cock was filling, trying hard to swell up and pay attention.

  "Yeah, that's a good start," muttered Jerry, thumb pressing against his slit.

  "Uh. Huh." Fuck, his toes curled.

  Jerry blew into his navel, and gnawed on his hip, hand slowly working his prick.

  "Jesus, you make me feel eighteen again." Because thirty-five was so much older.

  "You feel eighteen to me, too." JJ gave him a wink and then took his cock into that hot mouth, just like that.

  "That... that'd make you a perv, JJ." Oh. Oh, fuck.

  Jerry pulled off, laughing. "Bitch." Then that mouth wrapped around him again, sucking hard.

  He went up on tiptoe, cry ringing out -- part passion, part surprise. Up and down, Jerry's head bobbed, one hand playing with his balls, the other squeezing his ass. His prick went all flagpole, stiff and waving, filling Jerry's lips right up.

  Jerry sucked a moment longer and then pulled off him, coming back up to suck in his lower lip. "You think you're about ready to fuck my ass now, T?"

  "Fuck, yes. Hard and deep until you come." Ready? He was born ready.

  JJ took a couple steps back and started stripping, eyes on his. "Couch? Bed? My desk?"

  "Bed. Bed, so we can take our time."

  "Oh. Yeah, babe. I do like the way you think." JJ nodded and peeled off his shirt, leaving it on the floor. Turning, Jerry stripped his jeans off as he headed down the hall, giving him a great view of the sweetest ass he'd ever known.

  He pushed Jerry down onto the bed as they reached it, hitting his knees and framing that ass with his hands. Jerry wriggled his ass back, all but humping against his palms. He spread JJ's ass with his thumbs, tongue sliding against the tight little hole.

  "Fuck! T!" Jerry shuddered, his hole clenching and opening. "Oh fuck. More."

  "Mmmhmm." As much as JJ could take. As much as JJ needed.

  He fucking loved the sounds he could pull out of JJ, a new one coming with each lick. Loved that sweet bastard. Loved him. He pushed his tongue in, fucking JJ with short, sharp jabs.

  That earned
him another shout, JJ reaching back to grab his balls and twist them. "Need to wait for you."

  "Mmmhmm." He started stroking the heavy balls, petting them.

  "Making it hard, T." JJ was almost whimpering, body shivering for him.

  "'s my job." He pushed back in, working harder, pushing faster.

  "Gonna come, babe. Gonna." JJ keened, the noise loud and wanton. Jerry’s ass squeezed his tongue tight as the smell of come filled the room.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful." He lapped at the little hole again, moaning softly. A shudder went through Jerry's body accompanied by a whimper. "Need to fuck you." He crawled up behind Jerry, cock in hand, rubbing the tip against that tight little hole.

  "Fuck yes. Do it already, T." Jerry pushed his ass back, that little hole winking at him, wanting.

  He pushed in, sinking in deep, groaning at the hot grasp of Jerry's body. Fuck, yeah.

  "So fucking hot, T." Jerry wiggled, ass pushing back, taking him a little bit deeper.

  "Need you, huh?" He got his hands wrapped around Jerry's hips, tugging him back just that much more. Hell, yeah.

  "I know. I'm in your blood." Jerry's words were low, voice husky and wanton.

  "Yeah." He nodded, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as his hips pushed and thrust, slamming into Jerry, over and over.

  Jerry groaned and moaned for him, shifted until he shouted. "There! Fuck!"

  "Yeah. Fuck, yeah. I got you." He pushed in over and over, fucking JJ with all he was. A sheen of sweat made Jerry's skin glow as they came together again and again, the noise of their bodies slapping together loud. "Fucking love you." His belly went tight, hips jerking. "Close, honey."

  Jerry grunted and wrapped a hand around his prick. Thaine could see JJ's arm moving fast. "K, babe. Come on."

  "Uh-huh. Uh-huh." His eyes rolled, balls drawing tight as stones.

  Jerry shouted, and his cock was squeezed tight. He shot so hard the top of his head felt like it was going to pop off. Jerry collapsed on him, bringing them both down, JJ panting hard.

  "Damn. You're something." He kissed JJ's shoulder, breathing hard.

  JJ chuckled. "Something good, I hope."

  "Uh-huh. Good. Real good." His eyes rolled, heart just pounding like he'd ridden eight seconds.

  JJ reached for his hand, twining their fingers together. "Okay. Let me just nap and we can go another round."

  "Hell, yeah." He took another kiss, slumped down against Jerry and cuddled in.

  Hell, yeah. They'd go one more round before he had to hit the road.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Drew finished washing up the dishes and wiped his hands on the dishtowel. He shoved a bag of popcorn into the microwave and grabbed a couple of beers.

  It was bullriding season and he and Jesse had a date with the TV. They were going to watch the cowboys and the bulls and the bullfighters and the clown and enjoy every second of it. He was even looking forward to seeing Thaine back on a bull; no pangs, no wishing he was there seeing it in person.

  The microwave beeped and he filled a large bowl, grabbed the beers and headed for the front room.

  "Hey, Jesse, it hasn't started yet, has it?"

  "The announcers are just jabbering and shit. Nothing major. Popcorn smells good."

  "Cool. I spent hours making it." Grinning, he sat next to Jesse on the couch and handed over one of the beers.

  "Bitch." Jesse popped his ass, laughing and licking the foam off the heavy mustache. "Your ex is gonna ride tonight, yeah?"

  He watched Jesse take another drink. "Yeah. I hope he draws a good bull." Leaning in, he licked a spot Jesse's tongue had missed.

  "Mmmhmm. Not one of ours. We want ours to buck 'em off." Jack and Harley had driven the bulls over for them.

  "They're going to do great," he told Jesse. It was really cool, having bulls out there. Better even than rooting for the cowboys.

  They watched and listened to the announcers going on about this and that, just sort of jabbering away. Finally Thaine's name came up, one of the medical staff standing there with a frown. "Thaine Russell was told that the injury to his head was serious and that another blow could cause permanent damage. You can't take the cowboy out of the man, I guess."

  Drew frowned. He'd assumed Thaine had gotten the all clear. "That can't be right."

  Jesse sighed, reached for the popcorn. "What honey? You didn't think he'd stop riding, did you?"

  He shrugged. "I guess I did if it was that bad. Hurt yeah, but if that's what the doctor really told him."

  "Thaine's a cowboy, baby. He's gonna do what he's gonna do."

  "Hey, nobody knows that more than me." He'd been left behind like so much excess baggage when Thaine lost his memory. Of course it had worked out pretty damned well for him. He smiled at Jesse and pressed close.

  Jesse's arm dropped over him right about the time Thaine's face came on screen. The man was looking good -- lean and older, but he was grinning, joking with the guys. Drew leaned hard into his lover and put a hand on one rangy upper thigh, just letting Jesse know he knew who he was with.

  Jesse was watching just as hard as he was, as Thaine got up on the back of the bull, the damned thing jumping up, almost crawling up the chute. It felt like it took forever for Thaine to get his rope wrapped just right. He'd watched Thaine do this a hundred times, usually in person. This was different, better.

  "Come on all ready," he muttered at the TV.

  Just about the time Thaine nodded, the bull lurched forward and Thaine's forehead connected with the top bar on the chute, then that cowboy just slid down, sinking under the bull. Cowboys and bullfighters swarmed the chute, the gate opening to get the big Brahma out.

  "Oh, fuck!" Drew sat forward, eyes glued to the TV. "Jesse, did you see?"

  "Jesus. Gimme the phone." Jesse was white as a ghost as the medical team surrounded Thaine, those long legs twitching and convulsing. "Give me the fucking phone, Drew."

  He fumbled for it, unable to stop watching, his heart somewhere in his throat. Fucking shit. Just. His hand finally connected with the receiver and he grabbed it, passing it over to Jesse.

  Jesse dialed without even looking. "Pick up. Pick up your motherfucking phone you evil bastard. Jerry. Jerry, it's Jesse. Thaine. He got caught in the chute, man. You got KXAN on your satellite? Turn the motherfucker on. Now."

  Drew got up and started pacing. He might not be in love with Thaine anymore, but he had been once -- or at least in lust and hero worship and watching this was just as hard as it had been when he was with Thaine. It was like déjà vu for something he didn’t ever want to relive.

  "Yeah. Yeah, I'm only about an hour and a half away. I'm on my way. You get your ass on the plane." Jesse slammed the phone down, stood up. "Come on."

  "Thaine's man coming?" Drew asked, grabbing his hand and following Jesse out to the truck.

  "Yeah. But if..." Jesse shrugged. "No matter what, he's my friend. I ain't gonna let him die alone, if it comes to that."

  "We'll be there for him," Drew agreed. He couldn't believe this was happening. Again. Suddenly it seemed like yesterday that he was following the ambulance to the hospital, calling Jesse on the cell phone and telling him Thaine had taken a bad fall.

  "It'll be okay, baby. You got me this time." He'd had Jesse last time. And it had been okay last time. Even if he hadn't believed it at the time.

  "It will be. He's too damn stubborn to die."

  "You know it. Come on. Let's hustle." Jesse started the truck, that big engine roaring.

  They high tailed it out onto the road, Jesse putting on speed. No matter how fast they drove, it was going to be a long trip.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Jesse'd called down to sports medicine and talked to Tater McCalister and found out they'd taken Thaine to Harris Methodist, that the man hadn't been awake a bit when the ambulance left. He'd left Jerry the message and squealed into the parking garage.

  Jesus.

  Stupid fucking cowboy.

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p; Jesse was going to kill the dumb motherfucker.

  "Jesus, talk about deja vu," murmured Drew.

  "Yeah. Come on." They headed up to the information desk, Rick Martin and Cooter Barnes milling around with a couple others. "What do we know, boys?"