“Come on. Let’s get you into bed.”
“I told you I wasn’t up for fucking today, Levi.” He grinned.
Levi shook his head. “Tomorrow.”
“I’ll be up for tomorrow, maybe. I need to take something stronger than Tylenol and sleep for a couple of hours.”
They walked through the front door, expecting a squeal from Emma. When it didn’t arrive, they turned to look at each other.
“I wonder where Emma is.”
Curt glanced into the kitchen, finding it empty and silent.
The front door opened and closed. Nick poked his head around the doorframe. “Where’s Emma?”
“I don’t know. We just got here.”
“This isn’t like her. She didn’t fix breakfast this morning either.”
“I’ll run to her house after I get Curt settled to check on her. I’m worried now.” Levi ushered him inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. “You climb up there. Where are the Loratab?”
“In my gear bag.”
“I’ll get them. Close your eyes and rest.”
“I hope everything is okay with Emma.”
“Me too. It’s not like her to miss work. She must be really sick.”
Levi disappeared out the door as he closed his eyes, willing the headache to dissipate. The pounding in his skull felt like someone was stabbing him in the forehead with something sharp right through his eye.
A moment later, Levi returned with the pills and a glass of water. “Here. Take these.”
Curt sat up, took the medication from Levi’s hand and swallowed the two pills before lying back down on the soft pillows. He let the feathers envelope his head, cushioning him as he rested. Levi brushed his lips over his before Curt heard the soft click of the door as he left.
Two hours later, he awoke to the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. His head no longer hurt and his thoughts were clear when he sat up on the side of the bed. His stomach rumbled. They hadn’t eaten breakfast before they’d made the trek to Levi’s place this morning.
Levi pushed open the door with his foot as he came inside with a tray in hand. “You’re up. Good. I brought food. I hope you like BLTs.”
“I love them,” he said, reaching for the tray. “Did you find Emma?”
“Yeah. She is sick as a dog with the flu. I called my mom who came over to help nurse her. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, had been throwing up the night before, and running a fever. I told Mom I would check on her this afternoon and bring her something to eat if Mom needed to leave. She assured me my dad could function without her for supper tonight.”
Curt bit into the sandwich. “This is good. You aren’t bad in the kitchen, huh?”
Levi shrugged as he sat down on the bed. “I can manage a few things, but don’t expect me to make an elaborate meal. I’m no chef.”
“Did you eat already?”
“Yeah, I ate with the ranch hands while you slept.” He brushed his hand through Curt’s hair at the nap of his neck. “Do you feel better? You look better.”
“I feel a hundred percent better. Sleeping and the medication helped tremendously. The headache is gone.”
“Great! I’m glad to hear it.” Levi fell silent for a moment as he crossed and recrossed his boots at the ankle. “Are you feeling up to working on the books this afternoon while I work in the barn?”
“If you want me to, or I could help you in the barn.” Curt waggled his eyebrows. “I’m sure the tack room needs straightening up, right?”
“You shouldn’t be pushing yourself today, I imagine.”
“Let me decide what I feel like doing, okay? You don’t need to babysit me anymore. I’m fine.”
“Sorry. I care, Curt. I can’t help it. I don’t want to see you down in pain again this evening.”
Curt’s heart did a little wiggle in his chest. Levi cared? “No need to worry. I’ll be okay. This isn’t the worse thing to happen to a bull rider.”
“I know that, of course.”
“Then ease up.”
“Do what you want then. Just don’t blame me when you can’t function later.”
“I’ll be able to function just fine in more ways than one. I should take advantage of this pain free moment.” He glanced down at Levi’s crotch, letting his gaze take in Levi’s lack of hard-on. Maybe his lover was getting tired of him. Maybe it was time to move on. “I’ll do the books if you’d rather.”
“I just figured you shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous like shoveling horse shit.”
“Or fucking you until you are babbling like an idiot?”
“That too.”
Curt growled as he pulled Levi so their mouths almost touched. “Fine. I’ll give in this one time, but don’t get used to it. I’m rather used to being the dominant one in the relationship.”
Levi grinned as he locked his gaze on Curt’s. “I know. It’s one of the things I like about you.”
He brushed his lips against Levi’s. “Be prepared for me later. I want you to make love to me.” Make love? Where the hell did that come from? “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
Levi picked up the tray and disappeared out the door as Curt stood. His head didn’t swim, thank goodness, and there were no residual effects from the pounding he took in the arena the day before. He took a gander at his clothes. They were dirty and dusty. He should never have slept on Levi’s bed in them, but he hadn’t felt very good earlier.
Dirt clung to the coverlet. He’d throw it and the sheets in the washer after Levi went outside to work. It was the least he could do for the care Levi had given him while he’d been down. He would have to thank him properly tonight with a good blow job. Those always made things better.
The screen banged shut as Levi went outside. Curt looked out the window, watching Levi saunter across the grass toward the barn. Once he disappeared inside the huge double doors, Curt grabbed the comforter and sheets off the bed and took them downstairs with him. He would take a quick shower once he had them in the laundry.
The laundry room sat off the kitchen. He would wash the comforter alone and then the sheets. It would be nice to have freshly washed linens on the bed when they made love tonight.
There’s it was again. Made love. Is that really how I feel about fucking Levi? His thoughts drifted to their last time together. It really had been fucking that time, but he kind of liked the idea of making love to Levi. Tender, passionate, love was something he wasn’t used to in a relationship, but he figured it was worth a shot. It couldn’t be any worse than the reaming they had done in the past. He liked it both ways.
After Curt had the comforter in the washer, he turned it on and made his way to Levi’s bathroom to shower and change clothes before he started on the books in Levi’s office.
Once he was dressed, he headed for the room off the living room, where Levi did his business. He liked the space. Brown leather seemed to be a theme with his lover. The couch had quality brown leather coverings as did the matching chairs. The desk was mahogany with leather inserts covering the space where you work. Dark curtains hung over the windows, blocking out the sunlight, and keeping the space mysterious. Two big books shelves lined one wall with several bound novels, gracing the space. Levi was well read if the selection of reading material said anything.
Curt grabbed the large ledgers Levi used to keep track of his expenses and income. Scanning the numbers, Curt began to do some figuring on the calculator to his right. The books looked good. Levi had a steady income from selling off his beef cattle and raising his horses, but he also was doing fairly well with his income from bull riding. Not that the ranch wasn’t self-sufficient, but he figured Levi’s money from the circuit helped with expenses. If he retired from bull riding in the next couple of years, Levi would be comfortable with his money, no doubt.
Investments were doing well too. He needed to dig a little more to find out just how well, but it appeared he didn’t have to worry about money.
The numbers looked great. He would be able to tell Levi the good news when they had supper that night.
Supper.
Hmm. He could probably whip something up for everyone to eat depending on what Emma had in the house. He would have to check the kitchen in a little bit to see what there might be to make.
He did a few more adjustments to the books that didn’t take too long at all considering Levi was really bad about receipts and marking what was personal items verses business expenses. He would have to talk to Levi about that. Maybe he should just take over doing the books all together. That would mean some kind of commitment on his part to this thing with Levi. Was he ready for that?
Hell, if I know. I like the thought of being around Levi all the time, but am I willing to promise to be in an exclusive relationship with him? “Yeah, I kind of am.” Man, he wished he had someone to talk to about this, but he really didn’t. Maybe he could talk to Levi’s mom. She understood their kind of relationship and she might be able to give him some advice.
Levi had mentioned they were going over to his parents’ place for supper tomorrow evening. If he could get a couple of minutes alone with her, he would ask her opinion. Too bad he couldn’t talk to his own mother. She would flip out.
Tonight would be a night alone, just the two of them. They could sit and watch a movie, hang out, or do whatever. He liked those kinds of evenings and they didn’t get to do it much on the circuit. It was always traveling from one place to another, meet and greets with fans, riding, then moving onto the next venue. Breaks were far and few between in this life, but it was the life they both chose when they began their bull riding career. You took the good with the bad.
Curt closed the book and headed to the kitchen. When he opened the door to the refrigerator, he found Emma had taken out beef tips. He could do something with that, he figured, if she had noodles and some sauce mix. Beef and noodles always filled a bunch of hungry men.
Before he knew it, the screen banged shut as the men started filing in. “What smells so good?” Nick said, stopping near the doorframe.
“Beef tips and noodles.”
“One of my favorites,” one of the other hands remarked.
“Good. Take a seat and I’ll dish it up.”
Levi stopped next to him. “You didn’t have to cook. We could have ordered pizza or something for supper.”
“I wanted to. It’s the least I could do for everything you did for me over the last couple of days.” Curt knew the ranch hands were aware of their boss’ sexual preferences, but he wasn’t sure if Levi wanted it to be in their face with personal displays of affection, so he held off touching, or kissing Levi in front of them until he knew for sure.“I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes you did. You’ve been babysitting me, making sure I didn’t do anything stupid while I was out of my mind.”
“All right, you two. Knock off the kissy face shit. Let’s eat. I’m starving,” Nick said, with a laugh as the other hands all took seats around the table.
Curt laughed. I guess they wouldn’t be bothered by us displaying affection for one another other than like a sibling making gagging sounds. He served each man in turn with a large plate of the food along with a couple of slices of bread to help fill out the meal.
By the time supper was over, each man had cleaned their plates twice. Luckily, he’d fixed a lot of food knowing the way men eat.
“You won’t be replacing Emma, but you make some damned good chow.” Victor slapped him on the back. “Glad to have you around, Curt. I hope you’ll be staying for a while.” Victor winked at him before he took his leave, followed by the rest of the hands.
Levi rinsed the plates in the sink and stacked them in the dishwasher to be run through shortly. “Supper was great, Curt. You’re a pretty good cook. Better than me. I can only do simple things.”
“It wasn’t anything special, but I like to cook. I hung out a lot in the kitchen when I was a kid helping the cook out while Mom and Dad were off doing their thing. She watched us as well as being the cook. My sister didn’t like the domestic goddess thing, so she bestowed her knowledge on me while I sat on a barstool listening to her sing. She had a beautiful voice.”
“What was her name?”
“Esperanza. She was a Mexican woman. Her husband worked the ranch with my dad. They raised their kids on my parents place until they all moved on with their own lives.”
“Is she still there?”
“Yes, but now she has grandkids running around the ranch. Her husband doesn’t wrangle anymore, but he helps Dad with the cattle birthings and such.”
When the kitchen had been cleaned, they moved into the living room to take a seat on the couch. “I need to make a trip over to Rachel’s to check on her and my nephew. Do you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“Want to watch a movie after we get back?”
“Sure.”
Two hours later, they arrived back at the ranch. The visit with Levi’s sister was great. She looked amazing for just given birth. The baby was cute as babies go, although he wasn’t sure about holding them, even though she thrust the wiggling infant into his arms for a few minutes. Luckily, the little boy didn’t cry or anything. He could handle one under those terms. It would be interesting when or if he finally became a dad. He wanted kids, sure, but it might be a long time if ever before he had any.
Levi picked out something from the vast collection he had along the wall, popped it into the DVD player, grabbed the remote, and then sat back down on the couch next to him. “I grabbed an action flick.”
“Sounds good.”
They sat side-by-side watching Fast and Furious on the huge television in Levi’s living room. Well, Levi watched as Curt watched Levi.
“Do I have something on my face?”
“No, why?”
“You keep looking at me.”
“Just not interested in the movie, I guess. I’m more interested in you.”
Levi turned to look at him. “Why is that?”
“Because I’m horny as hell and I can’t wait for this movie to be over.”
Levi touched his chest with the palm of his hand. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“Because you wanted to watch the movie.” He grabbed Levi’s hand, pushing it down his abdomen to his crotch. “I’m not hard for one of the ranch hands.”
“Wanna fuck out here or in the bedroom?”
“I think I’d like you to take me over the arm of the couch.”
“I’ll get the lube.”
Levi disappeared up the stairs as fast as lightning flashing across the sky while Curt grinned. The enthusiasm of his lover never ceased to amaze him. Curt heard the drawer open, then close in the upstairs bedroom while he unbuckled his belt, slipped off his shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans, leaving them open at the waist. He wanted Levi to remove the Wranglers in a slow push off his hips. He loved it when his lover undressed him. The look in his eyes always mesmerized him with their heavy sexual desire.
Breathless, Levi skidded to a halt in his socks and nothing else. His cock bobbed against his abdomen in a dance as old as time. Pre-cum glistened on the end of his penis.
“I’m ready. Why aren’t you undressed?”
“I wanted you to take them off.”
“Stand up.”
“I need to do something first.” Curt took the end of Levi’s cock in his mouth, tasting the salty liquid on the pad of his tongue.
Levi moaned as he rocked his hips closer, fisting his hands in Curt’s hair. “So good.”
The hard flesh slid along his tongue to the back of his throat. He closed his lips around Levi’s cock. He loved the feeling of having Levi’s entire length in his mouth, tonguing the veins that ran the length of his flesh, and bringing his lover to his knees with pleasurable sensations.
“Curt?”
“Yeah?” he responded, letting Levi’s cock pop from his mouth.
“I want to be inside you more
than anything.”
“Come and get me, babe.”
He stood and Levi tugged at his jeans near his hips, pushing the soft material down over his buttocks, and past his thighs. Levi wrapped a hand around his cock, taking the thick rod in his mouth for a few minutes before he helped him work his jeans off his feet.
Levi turned him around and pushed him with a hand in the middle of his back. “Bend over the arm there. Spread those cheeks for me. I want to see that hole.”
Dirty talk always turned him on. “Fuck yeah.” The dollop of cold liquid hit his ass making him suck in a ragged breath. He didn’t need any priming this time. He was fully erect and ready to blow at any second.
The hard head of Levi’s cock pressed against his ass, slowly penetrating the ring of muscles at his anus. The sweet burn left him shivering. The fullness of the penetration gave him the sensation of needing to push back against Levi’s invasion.
When he felt Levi’s pubic hair against his ass, he sighed at the feeling of completeness, of oneness, and of the love he felt.
Love? Oh shit!
* * * *
Levi sighed as he pushed inside Curt. The soft slide of his cock into Curt’s ass gave him goose bumps up and down his body. The tight grip of the anal passage made him want to pound his cock into his lover with a fierceness of possession he didn’t know he had.
Mine.
“Faster, Levi. Fuck me harder.”
Not willing to waste their time together, Levi began a steady pace that increased in intensity twofold with every thrust. He gave as good as he got in this relationship, and he wanted Curt to enjoy their lovemaking as much as he did.
His thrusting became uncoordinated as he got closer and closer to reaching his climax. Curt’s breath came out in a seesawing motion beneath him, so Levi knew he was close too. “Come on, Curt. Let go. Come for me.”
As Curt lost the tenuous hold on his orgasm, Levi’s disappeared too. He came hard in Curt’s ass, spurting cum out the end of his dick in long, agonizing streams of hot liquid that made his balls hurt and his dick ache. He shuddered as he leaned over Curt’s back, collapsing them both against the hard surface of the arm of the couch.
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