by Jan Irving
Kyle whimpered.
“Do you need the gag?” Jesse whispered, eyes summer-sky bright with excitement as he watched Kyle.
Kyle knelt at his feet, wrapping his arms around one of Jesses legs. “Yes.” He loved his gag almost as much as his plug with the tails. Hed been right that when he walked a certain way, hed inflame Jesse with the tail on that thing. And Kyle had surprised himself with how much he liked to entice Jesse, how much he enjoyed teasing and flirting.
Jesse pulled their favorite toy out of his bag and wasted no time in fitting Kyle into it. Kyle felt his desire rise as he rubbed his face against Jesses thigh. Jesse teased him about how Kyle shouted when he came. They used it at home to muffle his sounds.
He rutted against Jesses leg, feeling the jeans loosen as Jesse undid them.
Kyle fell down on his back, without caring the floor was cold and unyielding against his bare skin. He looked up at Jesse.
Jesse nudged his legs open wider with one cowboy boot before planting it firmly on Kyles stomach. He held his gaze.
“Please, Jess.”
“Get ready for me,” Jesse rasped, stepping back to pull lube and a condom out of his knapsack.
Kyle raised his legs, pulling them against his chest. His body was throbbing, on fire to feel Jesse inside him, taking him.
Jesse lubed him up, still staring into Kyles eyes. He always wanted Kyle to acknowledge who it was who made love to him; Kyle knew it was a remnant of insecurity, so he had no problem giving himself completely, letting Jesse know how much he wanted, how much he needed.
Without further preamble, Jesse mounted him, positioning his cock and shoving inside.
“Oh Christ!”
“I offered to set my cowboy free one day and do you know what happened?” Jesse asked as he slid in and out, torturing Kyle with a slow fuck.
“I begged to be allowed to stay.”
“Oh yeah. You like it when I shove you into the dirt of your vegetable garden and take you right there. But we kept the ankle chain, and I don’t allow you to wear clothing. I want you to remember your place, what I keep you for, so you’re ready to spread yourself for me whenever I want.”
Kyle groaned around his gag at the image while Jesse sawed in and out of his body, one hand running over the leather strap. “I love it that you wear this for me. But tonight I want…” Jesses forehead creased.
Reading him, loving him, and knowing this was still a big step for him, Kyle asked, “Jesse, let me play with your ass? You’re so sexy when you let me touch you. I’m the only one you’ve let pleasure you there, just like my cowboy and your biker.”
Jesse pulled out with a gasp, panting. It was a moment before he and Kyle could shift gears, since it felt so good when Jesse took Kyle, when Kyle was squeezing Jesses cock while he rode him.
“I think my biker must be in love with your cowboy. I think it must have been love at first sight when he saw him beside the road that day, because he lets him do him with his fingers.”
“Because he loves it,” Kyle agreed, giving Jesse a tender kiss. Jesse grunted softly, a sign he appreciated Kyles sensitivity.
After giving them both a moment, hurting so good for it, Kyle shifted their positions so he had access. He lubed his fingers and gently broached his man, delving inside to tease Jesse so his body bowed from the floor, perspiration breaking out on Jesses face as he let Kyle in, moaning because he loved the feel of it, even though he resisted bottoming.
Kyle splayed his fingers, taking time, wanting Jesse to like the process of being opened, wanting to make it as sexy for him.
“Uh!” Jesse gasped.
“Sing for me,” Kyle said. “I want to fuck you so bad, God I’ve wanted to forever.”
Jesse pushed his hand away, restless, impatient now, and snagged another condom. Kyles eyes rounded. Hed never let Kyle inside him, except for his fingers and occasionally his tongue.
“On your back,” Jesse ordered in a hoarse voice, making it clear who would be in control.
Kyle obeyed, breathing around the intense sensation of Jesse rolling a condom on him and then sitting on him. “Wait—”
“Its okay, I, uh, have been using some of those plugs you like so much in me,” Jesse reassured. “I wanted to give this to you.”
Oh. Kyle processed that and felt his throat tighten. Jesse must have known how much Kyle ached to take him. “Jess.”
Jesse held Kyles prick upright and slowly impaled himself on it.
Kyle gave a muffled cry. Jesse felt so good, virgin tight despite the plugs, in command as he used Kyles prick, raising and lowering himself, his face at first shadowed with pain, but now lighting up as they experimented and finally Kyle prodded his pleasure spot.
“You like being my toy,” Jesse said. “Dont you, cowboy?”
“Yes.”
Jesse grabbed himself, pulling off as Kyle trembled under him, feeling muscles clamping him tight. His head moved from side to side, tormented.
A hand smacked his thigh. “Come now!”
Kyle screamed in his head, his toes curling, his body thrusting up as he came and came and came, the spasms long and sustained.
“My nice toy is still firm,” Jesse said, his hand behind him, curling around Kyles prick as he rose on his knees, his eyes unfocused, his brown hair matted to his forehead. He let himself fall, and then his neck arched, and he spattered Kyles stomach and chest with spend.
Sweaty and cum covered, Kyle stared up at Jesse, feeling his body aching with gentle satisfaction. Oh yeah, his Jesse took him so good.
Laughing, he freed Kyles gag, giving him a very gentle kiss. “Do you know what youll ask for with your tattoo?”
“I cant believe Im getting one.”
“Dont start the age crap.” Jesses eyes flashed.
Kyle gave a little smile. “Nope.” He leaned back on one arm, luxuriating, body happy and satiated with his sexy younger lover draped over him. “And yes, I know exactly what I want.”
* * *
David inhaled deeply as he climbed onto the carriage via the hub on the tall wheel. When he was seated, Kyle handed him the lines.
Jesse passed him an envelope. “Put it in your shirt pocket. Open it when youre done.”
David gave it a curious glance but nodded and did as Jesse asked. “Okay…” He was about to take Hall in a circuit through Fall Festival, past all the people whod been gossiping about the Coulters since the spray paint incident. “Remember Im proud of you,” Kyle said, as if he could sense Davids apprehension.
David cocked his head. “I havent done anything yet.”
“Youre here, arent you?”
David managed a nervous nod and gave Hall his first command, heading for the ring.
* * *
“Mr. and Mrs. Munroe?” Kyle asked, ducking under a fall-leaf-festooned awning to confront Sam Munroes parents. Hed been hoping to find them here, along with most of the town.
Sams father nodded, a wary look in frosty gray eyes. Theyd been warm the day of the picnic until hed hustled his daughter quickly away in the aftermath. Fuck, Kyle still winced over it. Served him right, he guessed, for doling out sushi and orchids when he was at heart a simple cowboy. But what he wanted to share now was something simple.
“I wanted a moment to talk to you,” Kyle said. “David is friends with your daughter.”
“We dont want her associating with him anymore,” Mr. Munroe said flatly.
Kyle shook his head, determined. “No, I think you mean, sir, you dont want her associating with me. Mac Coulter was my partner for many years. Had he lived, wed be together now, but Ive learned that when you are lucky enough to find love again, you take it by the horns, and you run with it.”
Mrs. Munroe swallowed. “You can see how it looks, you being involved with someone so much younger. It took everyone by surprise.”
Kyles face hardened. “I guess you have to decide what to worry about, how things look or what your heart tells you is truth.” He tipped his hat to
the couple. “Enjoy the festivities.”
* * *
Adjusting his tie, David shifted nervously on the seat. Halls head came up as they waited for their turn in the ring before the judges, and David concentrated on the breathing techniques Kyle had been teaching him from yoga. He knew Hall was picking up on his nerves so he had to cool it.
He caught the eye of someone in the crowd. Sam, standing next to Thomas. She gave him a shy wave. Did that mean they were friends again?
Before he could follow that thread, the bell rang, and he was up. He took his cowboy hat off and nodded respectfully to the judging panel before his hands tightened ever so carefully on the lines, and he and Hall began their circuit.
“Over, over, over… Whoa!”
Hall maneuvered into place, and David took another deep gulp of air. Halfway around. So far he thought Hall had performed really well, and they had a chance. He wanted that for Kyle, because Kyle loved his draft horses and his business was really all so he could feed them and keep them working, give them a home and a place the way he had David.
“Last part of our tournament today…” the announcer was saying before David tuned him out. He had Hall unhitched now and looked up with surprise when Sam was one of the people helping him secure the Percheron to another rig in the short time given. He hadnt been mistaken; she was really there, and hed also glimpsed her mother in the crowd. What the fuck?
He stared at her, at her hair in her eyes, at the way she held his gaze. Thomas was also nearby; hed been hanging out a lot with Sam since shed retreated from David.
“Good luck,” Sam whispered. “David, when this is over, can I call you?”
“Thanks, and, uh, yeah, I guess.” David was up in the carriage, ready to prove Hall had the versatility to look sharp behind the more ornate rig, dressed with Kyles specially grown fall flowers, for the last part of the competition. He saw Kyle and Jesse sitting close together in the stands, watching him.
And then Hall picked up speed, and all David heard were the deep drumbeats of his horses hooves. He gave his first command, working with his horse as part of a team, just the way Kyle and Jesse had taught him. The faces of the crowd blurred.
* * *
Splashing through water, Hall was smooth and unruffled by the final challenge. David could hear the crowd cheering. He slowed Hall to a dignified pace. Had they finished well?
Now Davids heart seemed to pound louder in his ears, agonizing. Kyle took Halls reins, and they waited to hear the numbers. Tense, David blinked on seeing the final tally. He looked at Kyle, at Jesse and Sam.
You won ! Jesse mouthed, smiling, because he seemed to get Davids astonishment. David wasnt sure he believed it until the mayor put a wreath around Halls neck, patting him with affection, and Marjorie came to crow over the blue ribbon earned by her favorite soon-to-be intern. Hed won something? It reminded him of the note Jess had given him before he started his round, so he pulled out the envelope and read the joint letter from Kyle and Jess:
From Jesse: Kyle can’t stand the thought of you on a bike. PS: Sorry. From Kyle: Find the keys to my old truck here in the envelope. You’re right; it’s time you were driving more than a carriage. PS: Jesse and I are proud of you.
* * *
Back home that night Kyle ordered takeout since they hadnt had time for cooking with all the excitement. Some of the leftover leaves and flowers that had adorned Hall were in a vase in the center of the table. Jess and David had made no remark about Kyles fussing with the plants, but theyd both smiled indulgently on seeing the display. Next to the Chinese lanterns and fall leaves was Hall and Davids blue ribbon, which Kyle couldnt wait to have framed so it could go on display in their hallway. He wanted David to see it every day.
“I heard you on the phone with Sam,” Kyle said now without caring if his fishing had to be obvious.
“Yeah, her mom came over and apologized to me after Hall and I won. It was weird. Im going to do homework at Sams place Tuesday night.”
“Uh-huh,” Jesse said, raising his eyebrows at Kyle so Kyle wondered if hed seen him talking to Sams parents. “Weird, but good weird. Just like…this!” Jesse held up his fortune.
“Hey, same one as me and Kyle,” David said. He ignored the two men when Jesse put a possessive hand just above Kyles lower back, where his new tattoo stretched.
Kyle could imagine them back in their room later, when he was naked and his young partner knelt behind him, ardently pressing his lips against the inked lucky horseshoe with the initial M in one corner and in the center the words Jesse Always. “They probably ran out of sayings for these cookies,” David scoffed, and three fortunes fluttered to the battered maple table. You will take a chance and win.
But Kyle thought this time fate had got it right.
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Jan Irving
Jan Irving has worked in all kinds of creative fields, from painting silk to making porcelain ceramics, to interior design, but writing was always her passion. She feels you cant fully understand characters until you follow their journey through a story world. Many kinds of worlds interest her, fantasy, historical, science fiction and suspense—but all have one thing in common, people finding a way to live together—in the most emotional and erotic fashion possible, of course!
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