by Sean Michael
“Oh, man, that sounds great!” He smiled at Trey. “That sounds really great.”
“Cool.” His butt was pinched, cheek nuzzled. “Shower, Yankee. We're all sticky."”
“Yes, Boss.” He hightailed it out of the bed as soon as he said it. The pillow that slapped across his ass was perfectly aimed. He laughed and launched it back in Trey's general direction instead of going back and starting a pillow fight. They had stuff to do today if they wanted to goof off tomorrow.
And take the girls—both of them—out riding.
Chapter 13
Trey was pondering—sitting and thinking and working shit out as best he could. The doc found a good solid stud for Pud, but the stud fee was pricey and if they got a viable pony, it might be worth it, but if not, it was a nice chunk of change to be out. Still, Pud wasn't getting younger and if he was going to start breeding her, he needed to get on it. Hell, they got a stallion, then they could eventually breed Chocolate, keep a nice little stable of...
Christ, he couldn't wait to have his own place—land and barns and a little house. A good, solid place for the two of them. He was thinking hard enough that he didn't hear the truck come back and he was startled when Russ came bounding through the door, grocery bags in his arms. “Hey honey, I'm home.”
“Oh, hey.” Trey stood and took some of the bags and a quick kiss. “How went the shopping?”
“Well now, I know I said I could manage on my own—but it just isn't the same without you.” Russ gave him a grin and started putting everything away. “I mean, how am I supposed to tease Miss Lynne on my own? And it's just no fun arguing with myself about which flavor ice cream to buy. The stocker looked at me like I was crazy.”
Goofball Yankee. Trey chuckled, started helping unpacking. “I should have gone with you. I did nothing more than tie myself up in knots thinking.”
Russ bumped him with a hip. “I thought I could smell smoke.”
“Yeah? Damn. I thought I oiled everything well enough...” He winked and took the milk and put it in the fridge.
Russ laughed and tackled him from behind, arms going around him. “I've got some oil for you...”
“Oooh! Lucky me!” He pressed back, wiggling his ass, giving up on trying to be in a bad-assed mood.
“You gonna tell me what's wrong now or you gonna let me make love with you first?”
“It's nothing worth worrying on, Yankee. Just thoughts.” He turned and shut the refrigerator door. “Loving's better.”
“Is there anything better than loving?” Russ asked him, hands sliding down to cup his ass.
“No.” Trey grinned and took a long, slow kiss, licking at Russ’ lips. “Not a thing.”
Russ moaned softly. “I didn't think so.”
“Good thing we're on the same page on that...”
Russ frowned. “You want to read?”
Damn, that Yankee could move fast when he wanted to.
“Goofball Yankee.” He pinched that fine little ass. “You know what I want.”
“Well come to bed then and get it.” He chased Russ all the way down the hall, pinching that butt every chance he got. Russ was laughing as he fell onto the bed, turning to protect his ass. Oh, cool. That exposed that belly and ribs. Trey pounced with a little laugh, fingers digging in.
Russ shouted and laughed, body jerking as he tickled. He laughed right along, happy as a pig in shit. It was something else, how this man could just come on in and ease him.
Russ grabbed him suddenly, rolling them so he was beneath his lover's body. “Your turn,” Russ told him, bending to kiss him. Oh. Right. He wrapped one hand around Russ’ nape, the other around one hip and opened wide. Yeah, Yankee. Your turn.
Russ moaned into his mouth, hands sliding over his head, his sides, touching him. It felt so good—the long touches, the kisses, the vibration of each moan. It made him happy and hard.
“Oh man, I love you.” Russ stopped for a moment and just looked down at him. “I do. So much.”
Trey looked up, hand moving around to cup Russ’ cheek. “I know. I love you, too, yeah?”
Russ nuzzled into his touch, smiling down at him. “I know.”
Then they were kissing again, Russ rubbing against him. He worked Russ’ shirt off, then his own, searching for skin on skin. His lips brushed Russ’ jaw, tongue licking slowly. “When did you know for sure?”
“Know what?” Russ asked, eyes hazy.
“That I loved you.” He found Russ’ earlobe, tugged it in between his lips.
Russ gasped, pushing against him. “You mean when I knew knew, not just when you said it?”
“Yeah.” He started on their jeans next. More skin.
“The look on your face when I told you I was staying.”
He made a soft sound, tugged Russ closer. “Oh...”
“What about you?” Russ asked, wriggling out of his jeans.
Trey blushed dark, rubbed his cheek against Russ’ shoulder. “One night, a while ago, you were sleeping, smiling. Then you said my name and looked so happy. I knew then.”
“Oh ... you watch me when I sleep?” Russ was blushing, too, that same look on his face.
“I ... Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Oh.” Russ ducked his head, cuddling in. “That's ... I love you.” He nodded and just held on. Yeah. “Love you,” Russ whispered, hips slowly starting to move again, sliding hard heat against his belly.
“Yes.” He leaned in, licking at Russ’ throat, keeping them close as they moved together. Russ kept sliding against him, their passion building slowly, soft moans and groans filling the air. It was so slow, a rich, building warmth that filled him deep, made him ache, made him need.
“Oh man, you feel so good,” Russ murmured, nuzzling into his neck, hands holding on to him, tightening their grip.
“Uh-huh. Good.” He planted his heels in the mattress and started pushing up, rocking harder. Russ shifted, holding himself up a bit so he could meet each movement, pushing his hips down against Trey. Trey grinned, arched, fuck, that was nice. Just right. Just ... There. Yeah. Damn.
“Oh!” Russ groaned, brought their lips together in a hazy, unfocussed kiss, hips moving hard, staying right with him.
His orgasm came nice and easy, natural and hot and just what he needed.
“Smell good,” muttered Russ, jerking against him, spreading more heat between them.
“Mmm...” So decadent, laying on the bed with the smell and heat of wanting all over him.
“Yeah.” Russ nuzzled into him, fingers touching him idly, sliding over his skin in random patterns. He closed his eyes, relaxing into the pillows and just not thinking for a bit. Just being. It was good. Damned good.
He might have napped or dozed a bit, either way it was Russ’ sweet kisses that roused him.
“You want to tell me what was getting you so twisted up?” Russ asked him.
“Hmm? Oh, just regular old shit. Do we want to get Pud bred? When will we have enough for a place? That sort of thing.” He yawned, stretched.
Russ’ hands slid over him, calm and soothing. “You come up with any answers?”
“Well, I've got enough for a good down payment saved, but no real way of making money after, unless I stay on here and work for groceries. And Pud? Well, we get a good colt? Then it's good. If not, we're a out the fee.” He frowned, shook his head. “No. I don't have any answers.”
“Well how much is the fee? I've got a little saved up now—not a lot mind you, but if the fee isn't too much, we could take a chance without taking too big a chunk out of your savings, work here a couple more years and then start looking around for some place...”
“$500, $750 if we want a live foal guarantee. It's not huge, but it's a chunk of change, you know?”
“Well I've got that much. We could do it—I mean, this could potentially be a good source of money, right? Isn't it worth the investment?” Russ’ thumb was idly stroking his hip as his lover spoke.
“Yeah , if we get a stallion, we c
ould breed Chocolate in a few years, start a little stable. If it's a girl, we could sell her and get a couple head of cattle that are ours...” Damn, life was complicated. “You sure you want to spend your money there?”
“As opposed to what, Trey? When I said I was throwing my lot in with you, I meant it. I hardly bring anything to the table as it is aside from own self—and while I'm getting better I'm still not a great ranch hand. If I do this and it works, I'll feel like I'm contributing something instead of just riding on your coattails.”
He pulled Russ in close. “You stop that. You ... We're ... We're an us now. I don't hold to this mine is mine and yours is yours shit. We decide to get find a stud for Pud, it'll be because it's best for us. Together.”
“Well then, I don't want to hear you asking if I'm sure that I want to spend my money on stuff for us. You want to question if *we* should do it—fine, but that's not what you asked.”
“Yankee.” He waited until Russ met his eyes. “Don't confuse the issue with logic.”
Then he grinned wide. Russ stared at him for a moment and then laughed and thumped him in the arm. “Cowboy.”
“Yep. All through. Yours, though.”
Russ nodded and smiled, settling back down on him. “Yeah. So are we gonna do it? Let our ladies get some horsy loving?”
“Yeah, I reckon.” He stroked Russ’ back slow and sure. “Real question is are we going to let her have a real cock or go the turkey baster route...”
Russ made a choking noise and started laughing again. “I don't know, Trey—based on personal experience? I'd want to go with the real thing.”
He blinked, when wide-eyed and play-shocked. “Mr. Johnson! When have you been fucked by a turkey baster!”
Russ laughed harder, thumping him once again. “That's not what I meant!”
“No? Good, ‘cause I'm here to tell you, Yankee ... You're not built with the plumbing for turkey baster love...”
Russ was going to choke himself if he kept that chortling up. “You sure about that?”
“Uh ... fairly sure, yep.” He raised his eyebrows, biting back a grin. “Course ... I got a baster in the kitchen...”
“You saying you're willing to be the guinea pig? ‘Cause there's no way you're sticking a baster inside me. Or are we doing the Pud job ourselves?” His laughter broke free, warm and bright, belly-deep. Oh, shit. He did love this man. Russ’ laughter joined his, Russ’ fingers sliding over his skin. “Don't fret about it, ‘kay? We'll figure it out, Trey. Together.”
“Yeah. Like I said, I should have gone on to the store with you and waited to worry until we could work it out.” He hugged his partner tight. “Next time? I'll know better.”
“Cool. Next time we do groceries, I want to comparison for turkey basters and I'll need your expert opinion.”
* * * *
Russ put the soup and sandwiches on a tray and then added a couple of cokes and spoons. He set out cups for coffee and turned the maker on, took his tray and headed into the front room. Trey was sitting at one end of the couch, arm folded across his chest, flipping channels with his free hand. Trey'd gotten kicked by one of the cows. Luckily nothing had broken, but the bone was bruised and Russ was fussing and mother henning. And he *knew* he was fussing and mother henning, but he couldn't help it.
He put the tray down on the side table and brought one of the TV trays over to Trey, setting a bowl of soup and a plate of grilled cheese sandwich down on it along with the spoon and glass of coke. “Is that okay? Can you reach everything? Are you comfortable?”
“I'm okay. Sore as fuck, but okay.” Trey nodded to the couch. “Sit down. Quit fretting. I'll live.”
“You sure you'll be okay if I sit on the couch? I don't want to bump you. Maybe I'll sit on the floor.” He nodded, grabbing one of the pillows and sticking it on the floor at the other end of the couch.
“I'll be cold and lonely if you sit on the floor. C'mere.” Trey looked a little stoned, the pain pills making those eyes goofy. He nodded, easy to convince, as he wanted to be up next to Trey. He got out another TV tray and set his own stuff up and sat, just not touching his lover.
“Mmm ... closer.” Trey blinked, reaching for him.
“I don't want to bump your arm,” he warned, hand sliding along Trey's thigh.
“I'm fine. ‘mere.” Trey scooted and snuggled, settling against him.
Sighing, he put his arm around Trey's shoulders. “You need to be careful.”
“Mm-hmm.” Trey cheek was warm, stubbly, close. “What're we watching?”
“You tell me—you're the one in here and with the remote.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Here.” He grabbed the remote and found the cartoon network. Then he picked up his spoon and started to feed Trey.
“'m not helpless. I...” Trey opened his mouth, took a bite of soup. “Mmm ... yummy.”
“Oh, I know you're not helpless. I just don't want you to spill. The guy I live with is real fussy about stains on the furniture and I don't want him yelling at me when he gets back.” He gave Trey a wink and another mouthful of the soup.
“Mmm ... is the guy you live with good to you? He takes care of shit?” Trey took another bite and another.
He smiled fondly at Trey. “Yeah. He's the best. Stubborn though.”
“Stubborn? I ... I hear he's easy going as all fuck.”
Russ laughed. “Oh, he's stubborn all right.”
Trey's laughter was soft, husky. “Am not. I'm easy. Easy.”
“So you're saying you're going to sleep in tomorrow and then take it easy the whole day?” He wasn't above a little conning if it got Trey the rest he needed.
“I...” Trey blinked over. “That's cheating.”
“Yep. But I'm doing it anyway.” He popped another spoonful of tomato soup into Trey's open mouth.
“You're good to me.” Trey pushed closer. “So good to me, Yankee.”
He stroked Trey's head. “I just love you, Cowboy.”
“Mmm ... good. Love you.” Trey leaned, eyes half-closed. Russ chuckled. Trey no doubt thought he was being romantic, when what he looked like was that he was half drunk and unable to stay up straight. Still, he was Trey and that's all Russ needed, all he wanted. He met Trey half way, bringing their mouths together, vowing that the minute Trey so much as winced, it was game up and bed time for his stubborn lover. The kiss was lazy, sloppy, but the hunger was real, the pleasure sweet and close. Trey's free hand stroked his belly, scooted down to cup his cock.
He moaned, body reacting predictably. “Who's cheating now?” he whispered, pushing up into Trey's hand.
“Hmm? Not cheating. Loving's a difference.” Trey rubbed harder, thumb sliding.
He laughed and then moaned. “Oh man. That feels good.”
“Good. Yes. Good.” Trey licked at his lips. “Taste good.”
“You taste like soup,” he murmured, smiling into the kiss.
“Is that ew?” Trey chuckled, nipped his bottom lip.
“No, it's you.” He chuckled at himself, hand sliding over Trey's hip. Trey groaned, shifted into his kiss, towards his touch.
“Careful of that arm,” he murmured, hand sliding over Trey's prick, mirroring his lover's motions.
“Arm? Huh?” Trey leaned back, pulling him atop the long body.
“Hey!” He shifted, moaning as he rubbed up against Trey. “Oh man—cheating.”
“Uh-huh.” Trey didn't sound real worried. He grinned and kissed Trey hard, moaning as the flavor of the soup gave way for pure Trey. Trey moaned, lips parting, letting him in deep. He moaned too, rubbing their cocks together through too many layers. Trey reached down, wincing in pain. “Oh. Need you to. I can't.”
“Sh, sh. No moving.” He slid down between Trey's legs, pushing the TV tray out of the way before settling. He opened Trey's jeans, moaning softly as Trey's cock pushed up to meet his mouth.
“Oh ... Russ...” Trey whimpered, shifting restlessly. “Damn, Yankee. Please.”
“Please?” he as
ked, teasing a little, fingers stroking the silky heat of Trey's prick.
“Need you. Need something.” Trey bit his bottom lip, moaning low, eyes so dark.
“I'm not going to leave you hanging, Cowboy."He bent, licking at the tip of Trey's cock, moaning at the taste.
“Oh...” The soft sound made him smile, Trey uninhibited, vocal with the pills easing his pain. “Good.”
“Yeah? ‘s gonna get better.” He smiled up at his lover and then took Trey's prick into his mouth, sucking, tongue swirling.
“Russ. Oh, God. It's hot, love. Hot. Oh...” Trey's head fell back, a soft sob sounding, hips pushing up towards him. He hummed, head bobbing, sucking hard, wanting to get Trey off. It didn't take long either, Trey moaning and shifting, head twisting on the arm of the sofa. He could feel the tension in Trey's body, taste the salt on his tongue. He kept pulling, hands cupping Trey's balls. Oh, he loved this man. Loved him.
Trey jerked hard, then filled his mouth, soft little cries sharp on the air. He swallowed down Trey's spunk and then let Trey's cock go, nuzzling with his cheek. His lover slumped back on the sofa, eyes closing, breath slowing. He stroked Trey's hips, his belly, soothing now instead of arousing. Trey purred softly, stretching out. “Good...”
He grinned. “Good.” He kissed Trey's tummy. “Why don't you take a nap?”
“What about...” Trey yawned, settling into the cushions. “What about you?”
“I've got two working arms, cowboy. I'll be fine.” He kissed Trey's belly again and then pulled the cover up over Trey. Trey frowned for about half a second, then started snoring, slow and soft. He watched Trey sleep for a few minutes before getting up and taking the food back into the kitchen.
* * * *
Trey paid Rick and Patty and watched them drive off. Damn, that stallion was a giant pain in the ass—mean as cuss and twice as ornery. Still, if Pud caught pregnant, it'd be worth it. Hell, he was hoping for a stallion himself, something to breed Chocolate to, someone dark and long-legged like its daddy.
He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. The spring was toodling right on into summer without a hiccup. He ought to call the folks, maybe have them and Kate and her young'uns up for Easter dinner here with Russ. It was about time everybody got together again, had a nice visit. Mamma was damned fond of Russ, and Kate's kids adored him.