by Sara York
"Hey, Marshal, press pause. We're going to make a movie night out of this." Duff hung up, his grin wide. "Someone pop some popcorn. I'll heat up some hotdogs. We'll have fun."
Billy helped the guys shut down the computers and clean up their mess. They shredded any documents that were classified that they could reproduce, locked other papers they needed to save in the safe, and made sure the control room was sanitized of any important material. This was how Craig should have left the office he and his terrorist cell were using. Leaving papers out was cocky. Taking care of business properly always came first.
They headed to the theater, some of the guys gathering snacks before going into their theater room. The entrance to the room was higher than the screen, allowing those at the back to see over the chairs below. Three two person couches were arranged at the top level, and below them were four theater style recliners that had tables set between them. The bottom row, the one closest to the screen, had three more recliners. All in all, they were very well taken care of when it came to amenities.
Billy doubted that he'd ever live anywhere this nice if he left Wild Bluff. He did save his money, keeping a huge sum overseas so few knew about it, but he also invested. The type of money that went into building Wild Bluff went way beyond what he'd ever feel comfortable spending.
The guys started to settle into their favorite seats. He noticed Zander and Marshal opt for recliners instead of one of the couches. Billy claimed a couch, patting the seat next to him when Tucker showed up.
"Hey, no kissing," Grant told Billy.
"Yeah, like we're not going to be back here making out. Get real."
Zander shot Marshal a glance and Billy narrowed his gaze, noticing for the first time the heat between the pair. He jumped up and slapped his hand on his knee. All eyes turned toward him. He threw up his arms then moved to stand in front of Zander and Marshal.
"Holy shit, how long have you two been sleeping together?" Billy asked without lowering his voice. Not that a lowered voice would have helped, everyone was paying attention to him.
Marshal took Zander's hand and kissed the knuckles. "I guess that means everyone knows now."
"Wait," Duff spoke up. "You two are actually sleeping together?"
Zander stood and pulled Marshal to his feet, planting a hot kiss on his lips. Billy grabbed his crotch and whimpered, looking for Tucker.
"They are so hot together," Billy whined as he moved to Tucker, pressing him back on the couch for a scorching kiss.
The guys laughed and whistled but Billy ignored them. By the time their kiss ended, the lights had dimmed and the movie began playing. Marshal and Zander were holding hands across the table. He was happy for them. It was nice to see another couple find love on the ranch. Being at Wild Bluff was tough. It wasn't like he could bring any other guy home with him. No one other than the guys who lived here could sleep here. Maybe that's why guys who wouldn't normally sleep with other men ended up admitting their feelings.
They'd watched Skyfall a few times before so Billy didn't really pay much attention to the movie. Instead, he kept his eye on Marshal and Zander. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall the first time they got together.
"What are you doing?" Tucker whispered in Billy's ear.
He adjusted, sliding his hand over Tucker's crotch. Tucker stopped his roving fingers, glaring at him.
"Babe, we are being watched."
Billy turned his head and sure enough James was staring at them. If they didn't have to work together and were just friends, he would have let James toy with Tucker, but he had more respect for their job than to play that type of game here.
After adjusting his dick to be more comfortable, Billy turned his attention to the movie, wondering what was up with James. The movie ended and Duff turned the lights up. Billy still thought Marshal and Zander were too hot for words. He was horny as hell just thinking of the two of them together.
Though distracted, he helped clean up their food trash before they headed to the kitchen. He kept one hand on Tucker, needing the touch.
"Anyone want more food?" James asked.
"Naw, I'm headed to bed," Grant said.
"Same here," Mike replied.
Marshal pulled Zander into a hug. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched. "What?" Marshal said.
"It's just weird to see you two hugging," James said.
Marshal pressed Zander against the wall and kissed him, his hands staying above Zander's waist, but still the kiss was amazingly hot. Zander grabbed Marshal's waistband, and pulled him closer. Almost a minute ticked by before Marshal pulled away.
"There, is that what you all wanted to see?" Marshal asked. "I've kissed a guy, now you can all go back to what you were doing before."
"Hey, man, we're just happy for you," Duff said. "The break and now this—well I guess it was really this and now the break, is that the proper order?"
"Yeah, I insisted he take a rest," Zander said.
"He did." Marshal razzed Zander's head then laughed. "He's looking out for me."
"Good. I'm glad," Grant said as he moved to leave the kitchen. "Looks like tomorrow is going to be a long day. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Grant."
Everyone said their good-nights, and Billy and Tucker headed to their room. Once their door closed, Tucker leaned against the wood before sliding to the floor, burying his face in his hands.
Billy moved close but didn't touch his lover. PTSD was always an issue they dealt with. Not that Tucker had been having a problem lately, but different things could trigger an episode. "Tuck, what's up?"
"Fuck, my dad texted me. He wants me to come home for Thanksgiving."
"Is that going to be an issue?"
Tucker scrubbed at his short hair, his face and neck turning red. Billy sank to the ground next to him, pulling him onto his lap. He rocked Tucker though it was awkward. They hadn't talked much about Tucker's dad lately. He knew Tuck's dad wasn't gay friendly in the least. Hell, he knew Tucker's dad had killed a man because the guy was gay. He shivered.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Yes and no. If you were by my side, I could take on the world. But if you were by my side and my dad saw us together, he'd know. I can't look at you without showing everyone how much I love you."
"I see it every day. You show your love for me so easily."
"Yeah, that's the issue."
"We have a while to make the decision. How about we shower then make love. We can talk about it again in the morning."
Tucker stood and helped Billy up. He wrapped his arms around Billy, holding him close. "This is why I love you. You know how to let me think about an issue but you're still available."
"Anything you need, I'll help you."
"Thanks, babe."
Billy led Tucker into the bathroom and helped him strip. Before they even turned on the water, they were hot and heavy with the touching and kissing. Billy vowed to make it a night Tucker wouldn’t soon forget as he began stroking his lover to the first of his orgasms for the evening.
Chapter Eleven
Zander shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, cocking them to the side. He looked sexy as hell and sassy as could be. Marshal liked him when he got this way. It was funny to watch Zander go all diva. He didn't do it often, but when he did, Marshal got a kick out of it.
"I don't believe it."
"Seriously, Grant and Roger." Marshal tried not to laugh as Zander pursed his lips.
"Wow, I guess no one else knows?"
"Nope. They were hot together too. Damn near wanted to stroke my cock while watching them."
Zander rolled his eyes. "Of course."
"What does that mean?" Marshal asked.
"Please, Grant is hot and so is Roger."
Marshal pinned Zander to the door. "I thought I was the only hot guy on this ranch."
"You sure as fuck are the hottest guy to me." Zander growled and snapped his teeth at Marshal l
ike he was going to bite him.
Marshal laughed. "But you think Grant is hot?"
"You're trying to trick me so you can punish me. I know how you operate. I give you a little power and you want to bend me over and spank me every time."
Marshal spun Zander around so he faced the wall, his palm stroking over the round jeans covered globes of Zander's ass. "I do. Fuck, just thinking about these beauties—" Marshal slapped Zander's butt cheek, causing him to yelp.
"Ouch."
"Yeah baby, I like that."
Zander struggled to turn around and Marshal let him. They tousled until Zander pushed him to the bed, ending up on top. Zander hung above him and he spread his legs. Marshal moved to straddle one of Zander's legs, grazing his dick on Zander as he pumped his hips.
"You are so fucking good at this," Zander groaned.
"Good, now its time to get naked because I want to do more than just hold you."
Zander bucked him off and pulled at his clothes. He rushed to the bathroom and started the shower. Marshal smiled as he joined his man, helping him wash. They dried off quickly and Marshal tossed the towel over the shower rod.
"I'm ready to fuck you silly," Marshal growled.
"Good, now get in here and show me why I put up with you."
Marshal loved the easy banter he had with Zander. The man had helped him relax so much in the last few weeks. It had changed his life and his outlook at the ranch. He knew he could stay here and work. When his sabbatical was over, he'd pick back up where he'd left off. Of course, before he went back to taking assignments, he'd do a few courses at a government training facility, making sure he was up on the latest technology.
Zander was in the center of the bed stroking his cock with his legs spread wide. Marshal watched the show, taking his own cock in hand as Zander fucked his hand. After a minute, Zander tossed Marshal the lube. "Get ready. I need you in me."
Marshal didn't waste any time getting slicked. Zander already had a toy that he had slicked up and was using to loosen up. They had a great relationship, fun and flirty and still serious enough they could discuss everything.
Marshal removed the toy from Zander's ass and slid his dick in its place, going deep on the first stroke. Zander arched up off the bed, moaning as he squeezed his muscles around Marshal. The slow, steady rhythm he set seemed to agitate Zander.
"What's wrong, babe?" Marshal asked.
"Too slow. Need more."
Marshal slowed even more. "No."
"What?" Zander's head came off the mattress and his eyes were wide.
"No, I want you begging me to let you come."
"Fuck, you're going to kill me."
"Good. Now shut up and take my dick the way I want to give it to you." Marshal smiled down at Zander, lessening the sting of his words. Sometimes, they played rough in bed. Marshal dominating at times, sometimes Zander dominated. But dirty talk was their thing.
Zander's hot channel squeezed around him and his eyes rolled up in the back of his head as he fought for control.
"Harder," Zander demanded.
"You come slut."
"Yeah, fuckin' give it to me."
Marshal lifted Zander's legs to rest on his shoulders, sliding slowly into Zander's ass as he toyed with the tip of Zander's cock. He slid his finger through the bead of pre-come, wiping it over the velvety head. More pre-come leaked out and Zander moaned as Marshal rubbed it in.
Zander writhed beneath him. "I can't last. Harder, please."
"Beg me, bitch."
"Please, fuck me harder." Zander cried out as he struggled to control their speed. "Please."
Marshal relented and lowered one of Zander's legs then changed his angle before pistoning his hips, fucking Zander faster. Their skin slapped together and Zander grunted with each downstroke of Marshal's cock. He tried to hold back, tried to not come so fast, but Zander's ass squeezed around his cock, taking away any restraint he had left.
They were both breathing hard when they came, clutching each other's bodies as they tried to get closer. After Marshal finished riding his orgasm, he slid out of Zander, careful not to go to fast. He then lowered Zander's legs and cuddled him close before helping his man up and into the shower. He washed Zander off, kissing his lips every so often. After they were clean, Marshal helped Zander back to bed, spooning him after turning off the lights.
"You okay?" Marshal asked.
"Yeah. That was intense. I don't think I've ever come that hard."
Marshal stroked Zander's arm and his chest, massaging his hips. "I love having sex with you. I never get tired of being in bed, or out of bed, sliding into you. I never want to lose this."
Zander rolled over to face him. They'd shut the curtains earlier so he couldn’t really make out Zander's expression, but Zander's soft touch and sweet kisses told him all he needed to know.
"I love you. I'm thankful you agreed to be in a relationship with me. I know you've only been with women before and that Grant broke your heart. Thank you for trusting me."
Marshal sighed. Being with Zander felt right. Not much else in his life had ever come to feeling like this. He loved being in the military, and he really enjoyed working at Wild Bluff. When he'd been crushing on Grant, he'd felt something, but it wasn't even close to this. The few girls he'd been serious about never came close to how serious he felt about Zander. There was more than lust, or even love. It went beyond feelings to a soul connection.
"I do trust you. You're everything to me."
They kissed again then Zander snuggled close, resting his head on Marshal's shoulder as they drifted off to sleep. He'd found the one guy who would make him whole and he loved what his man did for him. He'd never survive losing Zander.
*~*~*
Craig shivered in the blankets. He needed to act soon but the security on the ranch had changed. He'd tried to get close earlier, but he'd spied new cameras. It would take more than a few days to break through and take what he wanted.
Now he wondered if he should have stayed on the ranch, but he'd missed Michael. It freaking pissed him off that Michael was being held in a prison in England, and he couldn’t even go see him. If he did, he'd be arrested. Grant had taken the love of his life.
That night, when he'd gone out for some bread and more wine, he'd come back, spying Grant in the kitchen. Panic raced through him, and he wanted to rush in and save Michael, but they had a deal. He should have said to hell with the deal and gone in anyway. But logic had prevailed. The rest of the plan had to be executed and he couldn’t do that from prison. If he were dead, the plan would die with him. Of course he was having issues with money, computer access, finding a country where he could actually run his operation. The guys at Wild Bluff had burned him and now it was time for him to repay the favor.
A noise sounded outside of the tent and he stilled. Few bears had ever bothered them on Wild Bluff, but up here, amongst the other wild creatures, he wasn't so sure if a bear wouldn't try to eat him. Minutes ticked slowly by as he waited for the noise to stop. Eventually whatever was outside his tent went away.
Soon, Craig would make his move. He couldn’t stand living up here any longer. Wild Bluff was rustic enough and though he knew how to camp and would for a mission, he was tired of living like this. He wanted his things back, he wanted his life back and God dammit, he wanted Michael back.
*~*~*
Zander slowly opened his eyes to find Marshal right beside him. They'd played it safe the last month, rarely spending the entire night in each other's bed, but now everyone knew. It no longer mattered if Marshal was in his room at six in the morning, everyone would expect it.
They'd come so far. Marshal had been afraid to commit and now there wasn't any question. It still made him a bit angry when Grant acted like he'd done nothing wrong. He'd get over it eventually, but Marshal had been hurt and that hurt Zander.
Of course, if Marshal and Grant had gotten together, he would never even have had a chance with Marshal. He might be second, but h
e sure as hell wouldn't blow it. He knew Marshal would have rather been with Grant, and if he were honest, that still bugged him too.
He sighed and rolled to get out of bed. Zander braced his legs to stand, but Marshal's hand clamped around his wrist, preventing him from moving.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zander fell back to the mattress, no longer interested in getting out of bed. Marshal slid down the sheets and went up on one elbow, his face even with Zander's dick.
"Like what you see?" Zander asked as his cock jerked and began to fill out.
"It's getting there." Marshal used one finger to trace a path down his abs then over his hipbone then to his balls. The touch tickled and he squirmed. Marshal laughed before grabbing the tip of Zander's dick and sucking hard, almost like he wanted to pull the come out.
Zander arched up and dug his nails into the mattress. "Fuck. That mouth of yours is powerful."
Marshal lessened his suction and began moving his head, sinking all the way to Zander's pubes then moving back up to the tip. Marshal's gaze met his, drilling into Zander's soul. He felt so much for this man. Losing him would devastate Zander. They were more than lovers, they were soul mates.
Zander let his head drop to the pillow, closing his eyes and sinking into the sensation of Marshal sucking him. Marshal's hands were all over him, caressing, pinching, and tugging. When Marshal slid one finger over his taint, Zander couldn’t stop the orgasm.
"Now," he cried out, warning his lover. Marshal didn't back off as Zander came. In the moments after he came, while Zander was still catching his breath, Marshal kissed his way up Zander's body. He cupped Zander's cheeks with both hands before delivering a scorching kiss.
"I love you. Let's shower then get some food."
Zander smiled. "You know the way to a man's heart."
"What, food?"
"Orgasm then food."
"You got it babe, I'll remember that for next time."
"You're the best." Zander had never been happier. His best friend was the perfect lover. They fit together perfectly and he had to admit that they looked great together.