“Fuck, Ryan, you’re gonna get us both killed.”
Ryan leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Sorry, babe, but you’re just so hot. I can’t help but touch you.” He touched his tongue to Jake’s ear and kept talking.
“I can’t wait until we get home. I want you to fuck me so good, Jake. Maybe in the barn, over a hay bale. Me bent over, ass in the air, and you buried balls deep.” Jake just swallowed because he was too horny to actually say anything, and he had to keep trying to concentrate on driving.
He heard Ryan gasp, so he looked at him. Holy mother of God, Ryan was touching himself. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, and just as Jake was about to say something, Ryan moaned his name. “Fuck, Ryan, what are you trying to do to me?” He heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down, and he looked over again to see Ryan pulling his cock out of his jeans. Shit, Ryan had been commando all day. The thought made Jake’s cock throb.
Ryan started to talk again. “God, Jake, you feel so good in me. You seemed to find that perfect angle right away.” He was stroking himself, and when Jake looked at Ryan’s cock, disappearing into his own fist, he just about drove into the ditch. Ryan was murmuring to himself, but Jake could hear his name every couple of words. And when Ryan rubbed his thumb through the pre-come that had collected on the head and brought it to Jake’s mouth to suck, Jake knew he had to do something fast. Home was too far away.
For the second time on the trip home, Jake pulled off the road, behind a grove of trees, and stopped the truck. He opened his door and practically ran to the other side of the truck. Ryan had the presence of mind to take off his seat belt. Jake grabbed both Ryan’s wrists in one hand and pushed Ryan back so that he was lying across the seat. He looked into Ryan’s eyes as he lowered his mouth to Ryan’s hard, leaking cock, and he began sucking hard and fast.
“Unngg, Jake, gah, God, feels so good.” Ryan was in ecstasy. Jake’s mouth was like magic, and he knew just what to do to make Ryan feel good. His hips were thrusting, trying to get farther into Jake’s mouth, when Jake pulled off.
Jake pulled him to the end of the seat and made him stand up while he pushed Ryan’s jeans around his knees. Ryan’s hand reached for the button on Jake’s jeans but was pushed away. Jake spun him around and gently bent him over the seat of the truck with one hand while he stuck the fingers of the other in his mouth. When they were good and wet, he reached down to slide one saliva-slicked finger into Ryan, savoring the feeling of velvet heat. Ryan tensed briefly at the intrusion before relaxing to let Jake in.
Jake quickly found Ryan’s prostate and teased him with that long finger, Ryan moaning and babbling like he was losing his mind. Jake was wishing he has some lube when inspiration struck. He pulled open the glove box and pulled out a bottle of baby oil that Mikayla had left in the truck. He thought she used it for tanning, but at the moment, the why wasn’t important.
Jake gently pulled his finger from Ryan, causing him to whimper. He fumbled his jeans open before flipping the lid on the bottle and using the slippery oil to slick his fingers. He slid two fingers back into Ryan, bending and scissoring them to stretch him, wanting to be sure that Ryan was ready.
He lined his cock up with Ryan’s entrance, pushing in slowly, until the head was just in and then he stopped.
“God, Jake, don’t stop, please don’t stop there.” Ryan was trying to push back, trying to impale himself, but Jake held him still.
“This is what happens when you tease, babe.” He reached around to wrap his hand around the base of Ryan’s dick, running his hand slowly up and down, never giving enough pressure to relieve the ache building there. Ryan started begging.
“Please Jake, oh God, please fuck me. Need you, wanna feel you, please, please, please!” Jake couldn’t resist the need in Ryan’s voice. He slid in all the way, until his balls were against Ryan’s ass. He stayed there for a minute, reaching around Ryan’s waist to pull him flush against his chest, the other hand still stroking Ryan’s cock, only now with more purpose.
Ryan began pushing his hips back with shallow thrusts, and he whined with pleasure when Jake’s teeth found his shoulder. “Please, Jake, fuck me harder. I want it, need it, now.” Jake kissed the back of his neck before leaning him back over the seat and grabbing his hip with one hand. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back in, loving the satisfied grunt Ryan gave. He kept working Ryan’s cock while slamming into him, not knowing or caring who was making what sound, both of them getting closer and closer to the edge.
Jake gave a little extra twist to the head of Ryan’s cock, and the blond cried out, coming all over Jake’s hand and the seat of the truck. Jake thrust hard once more before following Ryan over the edge, calling Ryan’s name. He collapsed on Ryan’s back, trying to get his breath before pushing himself up. He pulled off his button-down shirt, leaving him wearing just a wifebeater, and he used it to wipe off his hand before turning Ryan around to clean him up as best he could. He wiped off the leather seat and threw the shirt on the floor of the truck.
He turned and pulled a still-panting Ryan into his arms. “You are gonna be the death of me.” He leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. “Now, can you behave yourself long enough to get home?”
Ryan reached up to peck him on the nose. “You like it when I don’t behave myself!” Jake couldn’t help but smile. “True, but I wanna get home and talk some more about these ideas you have for the barn.” He leered at Ryan mockingly, and they both laughed.
Ryan reached up to cup Jake’s face, rubbing his thumb across his lips, and he gave a little smile when Jake kissed it. “Let’s get home.”
Chapter 15
When they got back to the ranch, they gathered up the stuff they’d bought and went to put it away. Jake took the tack into the barn, and Ryan took the groceries into the house. Once he had all the food put away, he picked up his cell and called his Gramma Ida. When she answered, he could hear the smile in her voice. It made his heart ache for home.
“Hey, Gram, it’s me again.”
“Ryan, my angel boy, I’ve been waiting for you to call back. Did you find everything you needed?”
“Yeah, I did, thanks.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie. So, what’s new with you? You sound happy!”
“Well, I love my new job, Gram, and I made a new friend.” He couldn’t help the smile that came over his face at the thought of Jake.
“A new friend, huh? Must be some friend to put that smile in your voice.”
“I don’t know yet, Gram, but we’ll see.”
“So, my dearest boy, what about this horse that you’ve been taking care of?”
“Well, she’s been pretty badly hurt, and Jake and the vet are having a hard time getting her healed up. I remembered the poultice you used to make, like the one you used on Magic? What do you say, Gram, are you ready to share the family recipe?”
His grandmother was chuckling. “Of course, Ryan. Do you have a pen and paper?”
Ryan grabbed some, and they spent the next twenty minutes chatting about the recipe and the best way to go about caring for Bella. At some point Jake came in and walked up behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pulling him close. Ryan relaxed back against him as he finished up his conversation with his grandmother.
“Okay, Grams. Thanks for the info, and I’ll try and do things the way you would.” He snorted quietly; like he would ever get to be half that good.
“I love you, Ryan, and I am so glad that you’ve found some happiness.”
“Love you too, Gram. Say hi to Mom and Dad for me, and tell them I’ll give them a call in a couple of days. And give the kids a hug for me!”
“I will, baby boy. Bye for now.”
Ryan hung up the phone and stood quietly for a few seconds before turning in Jake’s arms and snuggling into his chest. Jake just held him closer and kissed the top of his head.
“You okay?” He rubbed his hands up and down Ryan’s back, trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Yeah, I just miss her.” His voice was muffled from talking into Jake’s shirt. “I miss them all.”
“I know.” Jake didn’t have any family, now that his grandmother was gone and his dad wasn’t talking to him. It left him lonely, and he couldn’t even imagine how Ryan felt, knowing they were there and feeling like he couldn’t go and see them.
Ryan stirred in his arms, reaching up to kiss his jaw. “Thanks.” He gave him a tight hug before moving away to prepare the poultice for Bella.
Jake was content to just sit back and watch him work. Ryan was so intense when he was concentrating. You could tell it was something he was taking very seriously. He measured and mixed, talking to himself the whole time. Jake grabbed the iced tea out of the fridge and poured himself some, drinking it at the table, quietly.
Ryan was not the kind to clean as he went, so when the pile of dishes started to overwhelm the counter, Jake moved to the sink and started washing, catching the grateful smile his boyfriend gave him.
Wait… boyfriend? He tried it out in his head and liked the way it sounded. Boyfriend. Wow, sounded better every time he thought it.
Ryan was finally done and turned and caught the smile on Jake’s face. “What?” It was the kind of smile that was contagious, and Ryan found the same one on his face. He walked up to Jake, who was still elbow-deep in the sink, and Jake reached over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Nothing, just thinking. Go do what you have to. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Ryan grabbed the poultice mixture and the wrapping supplies he needed and headed out to the barn. He started whistling as he went out the door, and Jake just shook his head with amusement.
When the dishes were done, Jake headed out to see what Ryan was doing. He walked into the barn and found him crouched down beside Bella, wrapping her leg with the bandages designed to keep the thick paste of the poultice clean. He was talking to her, calming her with his voice, and Jake stopped to listen.
“I don’t know, Bella. It looks like both of us lucked out when we met Jake Evans. I know he saved your life, and I’m pretty sure he saved mine too. I was so lonely, Bella, and I never thought I was gonna find anyone. I don’t know where this is going, and it scares the hell out of me, but I am pretty sure I am in love with someone I have only known for a couple of days. I don’t know how he feels about me, and I am not sure what to call him yet, but I don’t care. I’ll take what he can give me and give him everything I have.”
When he was done wrapping, he stood up, walked over to the sink set against the wall, and washed his hands. He looked around for something to dry them on and, finding nothing, dried them on the bottom of his shirt. Jake must have made some kind of noise because, all of a sudden, Ryan whirled around to look at him, eyes wide and nervous, wondering how much Jake had heard.
Jake just smiled and sauntered toward Ryan, grabbing his hips and pulling him flush with his body when he was close enough. Ryan’s arms went automatically around Jake’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“How about boyfriend?” Ryan looked confused but hopeful. “You said you didn’t know what to call me. How about boyfriend?” His heart was pounding, waiting for Ryan to say something.
Ryan grinned his thousand-watt grin and attacked Jake’s mouth, pushing every ounce of love in his body into that kiss. “Really?” He pulled back to look into Jake’s eyes. “You wanna be my boyfriend?” He looked almost shy, waiting on Jake’s words.
Jake leaned down and kissed Ryan’s nose. “Yep, I do. What about you, you wanna be my boyfriend?” He knew they sounded like teenagers, but he couldn’t have cared less.
“Of course I wanna be your boyfriend.” Ryan gave Jake another intense kiss. “Why, Mr. Evans, you gonna pin me?” Ryan was joking in his best Southern accent and was completely caught off guard when Jake pushed him up against the wall and grabbed both wrists, pushing them over his head, holding them still.
“That’s a hell of an idea, Mr. Andrews!” He pushed up against him, effectively pinning him to the wall. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose into Ryan’s neck, drawing in his smell. Ryan smelled like horses, leather, and something he was assuming was the smell of the poultice he made. It was sort of sweet and spicy smelling, but underneath it all, he could smell the faint scent of sex. Ryan hadn’t showered since their little pit stop that afternoon. He licked a strip from Ryan’s collarbone to his ear, wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled. He did.
“Mmm, you’re my new favorite flavor, Ryan.”
Ryan smiled and angled his neck to give Jake better access. “Well, I aim to please.” His voice was hoarse and thick with need. Ryan had never been so horny in his life. Not even when he was a teenager.
Jake nibbled on an earlobe, causing Ryan to gasp. “Oh you do, you please me a lot, beautiful!” He licked and kissed his way around Ryan’s throat to the other ear, earning himself a hot blush that he could feel against his lips.
“’M not beautiful,” Ryan moaned. He tried to duck his head but was stopped by Jake’s hand on his face.
“You are beautiful, Ryan.” He was very sure about that. “Not in a girl sort of way. But in a hot, caring, yummy-smelling, all-man kind of way.” Each word was punctuated with a gentle kiss on Ryan’s face.
He rubbed his cheek against Ryan’s, giving a little moan at the feel of stubble against stubble. “I love the feeling of the stubble on your face against mine. I love the strength in your hands when you’re touching me. I love how you’re strong enough to push back when I push against you.” He rolled his hips against Ryan’s. “It makes me feel safe and cared for.” He let go of Ryan’s hands long enough to rid them of their shirts.
“I love how you smell. I love how your cock feels in my hand.” He reached down and palmed Ryan through his jeans, feeling him get harder at his touch. He leaned down to whisper in Ryan’s ear. “I love how this feels in my ass.” Ryan’s hips twitched at that statement. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan. Will you do that for me?”
Ryan pushed off the wall and pulled his hands free. He grabbed Jake’s hips and spun them around so that Jake was against the wall. He grabbed Jake’s hands, held them down by his sides, and kissed him hard before trailing kisses down his chest, stopping to bite a nipple on the way down, causing Jake to writhe against his mouth.
“God, Ryan.” Jake was panting now, and his breath hitched when Ryan’s mouth bit gently at the sensitive skin below his bellybutton. Ryan let go of his hands long enough to pop the button on Jake’s jeans. “Don’t move your hands!” His voice was a growl, and the demand was doing things to Jake’s cock. He obediently kept his hands where they were, even though they itched to bury themselves in that gorgeous blond hair.
Ryan slowly pulled down the zipper of Jake’s jeans and slid them down his legs, leaving Jake standing there covered only by his boxers. He kissed around the waistband and then rubbed his cheek against Jake’s aching cock through the cotton. He could smell Jake and sex, and it was making him desperate. He pulled down the fabric and licked his lips before sucking him as far into his throat as he could.
Jake cried out at the sudden pleasure, still fighting to keep his hands against the wall. He looked down at Ryan’s mouth sliding up and down his cock, and the sight almost did him in. He was moaning and whimpering, and his hips were bucking, and oh God, he needed to come.
Ryan pulled off and slid back up, trapping Jake’s cock between their bodies. Ryan caught Jake’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently before sliding his tongue in. He pulled back, and they were both having trouble breathing.
“Don’t move!” Ryan pulled back from Jake and ran from the barn, leaving a very confused Jake standing there with his pants down around his knees. He heard the truck door, and then Ryan was back. He threw himself at Jake, kissing him everywhere, and Jake heard something drop to the floor.
“God, your mouth is perfect, Jake, and you taste so good.” Ryan turned Jake toward the wall and pushed him to lean a little forward, palms flat o
n the wall. He kissed his way down the pale flesh of Jake’s back, enjoying the quiet sighs of contentment coming from Jake’s lips.
He reached down, grabbed the bottle of baby oil he had gotten from the truck, and drizzled some on his fingers before rubbing one teasing finger across Jake’s entrance, taking care to be gentle in case he was still sore from the day before.
Jake didn’t want careful or gentle, he just wanted some relief from the pounding need in his body. He looked over his shoulder at Ryan.
“Ryan, you gotta fuck me, please, now!” He was still looking at him when Ryan slid one finger into his hole, and it was good, but it wasn’t enough. Soon it was joined by another, and then another.
“More, please, Ryan, I need you.” Ryan pulled his fingers out, leaving Jake feeling empty, but he heard the rasp of Ryan’s zipper and the rustle of clothing, and then Ryan’s oil-slicked cock was at his entrance, slowly pushing in, and he stopped thinking.
Ryan pushed in slowly, the feeling of Jake around his cock almost overwhelming him. Once he was all the way in, he stopped, letting the brunet adjust to him. He waited until Jake was pushing back against him before moving, shallowly at first, but soon thrusting harder, Jake grunting his approval. He leaned on Jake’s back, touching as much skin as he could, and reached around to stroke Jake’s cock.
Jake was beyond words, except for the occasional, “Yes,” and Ryan’s name. He leaned his head back on Ryan’s shoulder and braced himself on the wall, pushing back to meet Ryan’s thrusts.
Then he found his words again. “Gonna come, Ryan. God, gotta come!” Ryan just stroked faster and bit down on Jake’s shoulder.
That was it. Jake came with a shout, and the sight of his ecstasy pushed Ryan over the edge. He came hard, holding Jake tightly, both of them bracing themselves on the wall.
When Ryan had some semblance of control over his body again, he pulled out of Jake gently, turning him around and letting him lean against the wall before pressing against his chest.
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