"I sure hope not, baby, but... I mean, there's others that might think on you..." Like anybody would love him like Jesse did.
"They can think on me all they like, Jesse. I know where I belong." He met Jesse's eyes.
"Yeah? Because... You've been it for me. For a while." Oh, that was a pretty blush.
He stepped into Jesse's space, arms going around the man's waist. "Thanks for waiting for me, Jesse."
"I tried not to let it show. Damn, it's Hell to want your best friend's man." Jesse tugged him close, held on tight.
"I never knew. I'm glad I do now." He hugged Jesse tight, closed his eyes and just breathed his lover in.
"Yeah. Yeah, me, too. Let's eat our burgers, baby. They're waiting on us."
He nodded and went to rescue the fries out of the Fry Daddy while Jesse grabbed the burgers and put them into some buns. They were set up and eating in no time, the meal easy and good, the company comfortable and right. Jesse's boot toe rubbed against his ankle, the motion getting more and more familiar every day.
They talked about tomorrow's chores as they ate, and Drew made another bid for Jesse's burger recipe, Jesse deflecting him yet again, making him grin. He had a feeling he'd still be asking when they were eighty. The thought made him warm, down to the bone.
By the time they were done eating, he was hard, the company, anticipating what they'd be doing after, and the look in Jesse's eyes all conspiring to have him wanting.
"How about we just do the dishes, and save dessert for later?" He didn't care what it was, there was no way it could be better than sneaking off to the bedroom with Jesse.
"Sounds good to me. There's ice cream; it'll keep." Jesse started the water, whistling.
"Is there chocolate?" Drew asked, clearing the table, and grabbing a dish towel to start drying.
"That napoleon stuff."
"You can have my strawberry if I can steal your chocolate." He put the dishes back into their cupboards as he dried them.
"Works for me." Quick as a lick, they were done, simple kitchen ready for the morning. "You happy, baby?"
"I am." He was. "Come to the bedroom with me and I'll show you how much."
Jesse nodded, locking up the house before wandering them back to the big old bed. He loved the simplicity of the bedroom, the hominess of the quilt on the bed. It was just like Jesse, welcoming and warm.
They hadn't quite made the bed yet, when he turned and reached up, hands sliding behind Jesse's head to tilt it down and take himself a kiss. Jesse's hands cradled his head, the kiss slow and sweet as Tupelo honey, heat just gently moving through him.
They just kissed for a long time, bodies pressed together as their tongues slid and tangled, lips moving, parting now and then so they could breathe in and start over again. He'd never known to want this, to be somebody's everything, and he wasn't ever giving it up, not now. Not now that he knew.
His fingers drifted down over Jesse's neck, plucking at the buttons on Jesse's shirt when it stopped him.
"Gonna get me nekkid and have your wicked way with me, baby?"
He giggled and nodded, loving the way Jesse called him baby, the way it made him feel special and loved. "I am. As wicked as I can be."
That earned him a hoot, which got him to laughing again, the sound so silly and so good, all at once. Grinning, taking one short kiss after another, he pulled Jesse's open shirt out of his jeans and pushed it right off the lean shoulders. His fingers moved over Jesse's chest, finding the spots he'd learned made Jesse shiver. The long, lean body fascinated him, with all its scars and marks, the little evidences of a well-lived life.
"Bed," he whispered, fingers pulling open Jesse's belt, button and zipper.
"Uh-huh." Jesse wriggled out of the faded jeans, sitting down to pull off his work boots. "You, too."
His fingers were none to steady, but they did the job, and he was naked about the same time Jesse was finished with his boots and socks, and he climbed onto the bed, trying to decide whether to sit or lie down.
Jesse rolled and pulled him along, stretching him on top of the lean body, answering the question for him. Their cocks fit together just so, hot together as he silently thanked his lover with another long, slow kiss. He loved the way Jesse undulated under him, arching and rubbing, rolling just so. It slid their pricks together in the best way and he countered it with the movements of his own hips, gasping into Jesse's mouth as the heads of their cocks bumped.
One of those callused, work-roughened hands landed on his ass, helping him move, keeping him in the perfect spot. Groaning, he wrapped his lips around Jesse's tongue and sucked, his fingers sliding over Jesse's cheeks and jaw, pushing into the short hair. Jesse pushed into the kiss, tongue fucking his lips, driving him out of his goddamn mind.
It had him moving faster, pressing harder into Jesse's body, their hips just grinding together. He fit just right, Jesse's body the perfect shape to give him the friction he needed. He looked down into Jesse's eyes, seeing the love there, the need he knew was reflected in his own eyes.
"Jesse..." With a whimper he moved faster, so close.
"Uh. Uh-huh. C'mon. C'mon, baby. I fucking need." There was a growl almost in Jesse's voice, that need right there, offered to him.
With a cry, he came, body jerking as heat spread between their bodies. It didn't take Jesse long, hands gripping his ass, hips bucking as wildly as any bull's under him, before Jesse shot, seed spraying against his belly.
Smiling down, he licked at Jesse's lips. Everything felt warm and coated in a soft haze of satisfaction.
"Mmm. Hey, baby." Jesse blinked slow, staring up at him.
"Hey." He laughed and buried his face in Jesse's neck. A warm callused hand covered his nape, fingers working him slow and easy. He relaxed onto Jesse, and breathed the man in. "Mmm, feels good."
"Mmmhmm." Jesse sounded almost asleep, fingers moving slow and easy.
And that sounded like a great idea. "You okay with me here?" he asked, liking it right where he was.
"Yeah, baby. You're good."
"Cool."
He pressed a kiss on Jesse's neck and sort of drifted off.
Chapter Twenty
Jesse slid down off Hopper, heading over to check a fence post, just whistling away. He'd never been happier, never felt like the whole world was going his way before. It was enough to make a man worried, really, about what all came next.
He shook the post, shored up the weak side and put a flag on it to replace it. It'd hold for a good while, but needed some help. Last thing he needed was his damn fence to come crashing down.
His cell phone rang before he got back up on Hopper. "'lo?"
"Hey, Jesse. It's me." As if he wouldn't recognize Drew's voice.
"Hey baby. What's up?" He pushed the brim of his hat back, looking up for signs of rain.
"You about done? There's a storm coming in. They say it's blowing in fast and it could get nasty."
"I'm out in the west pastures, about twenty minutes ride. You reckon I ought to come now or do we have a couple hours?"
"Can you come now?" Drew paused a moment and then continued. "I think Lady Sue's gonna calve and if something goes wrong I won't know how to fix it."
"She'll be fine, baby. That cow's thrown more calves than any I've ever seen. We'll head on in, though. I don't like the look of the sky." It wasn't green, but it wasn't a true blue, neither. Time to ride.
"Yeah, well maybe she has, but this'll be my first one. I'll meet you at the barn. Thanks, Jesse." So it was the cow and not the storm that had Drew all het up.
He clicked the phone shut and chuckled. "Come on, Hopper. We got us a young cowboy to play with down at the barn." Hopper whinnied and tossed his head, dark eyes all lit up, already facing toward home.
By the time he got back to the barn, the sky had changed color, looking angry and mean.
"Looks like I made it in time. How's things?" He walked Hopper out, cooling the big quarter horse down.
"Boy, am I glad
to see you!" Drew did look glad, and if that wasn't how he usually looked even when there wasn't a cow about to give birth, Jesse might have been insulted this time round.
"Good to know I'm needed. How's she doing?"
"I don't know. She doesn't seem happy and she won't let me anywhere near her. I think she knows I don't know what I'm doing." Drew grabbed the reigns from him, looking like what he really wanted was a hug and a kiss. "I'll get Hopper brushed down and you can go see her for yourself."
"Okay, baby. It's all good. After all, you were pushing something that big out of something that small, you wouldn't look happy either."
He headed in, checking things out. Hell, by the time he got back there, there was a calf on the hay, wet and slick and struggling to find its feet. Momma was still straining, though, so Jesse hopped in, helping work the mess off the little black face. Maybe he'd get twins; that would rock.
She was still straining when Drew came on back. "Oh. Oh wow, look at him. Oh, Jesse, he's beautiful."
"Yeah. Yeah, come rub his back off, I'm gonna check on..." A big old gush of wet poured out of Lady Sue, along with a little white calf, them skinny legs kicking away. Bingo. "Twins."
"Oh man. Oh." Drew looked shocked and amazed, and, when he'd climbed over and started cleaning the calf off, like he was in love. "Jesse. Wow."
"Yup." Momma Cow was moving now, doing her own cleaning, the little black bull starting to suckle already.
"I've seen little ones before of course, but never just born. Kind of hard to believe he'd going to be a big old bucking bull one day." Thunder sounded from outside, that storm coming on in.
"Yep. Maybe he'll buck Thaine off. He's going back on circuit." He didn't look to see Drew's reaction. Much.
Drew rubbed the little black boy's back, and then shrugged. "I figured he would. Go back, I mean."
"I thought maybe he'd retire."
Drew shook his head. "I don't think he'd know how." Drew snorted. "It's ironic, you know? Before the accident he was thinking of asking to buy in with you. And now here I am... and you and me are..."
"Yeah." He tilted his head, grabbed the pitchfork to move out the soiled hay. "You regret it?"
"God forgive me, I don't. I'm glad for it." Drew kept watching the calves, not looking at him. "I don't know what that makes me, but it's the truth."
"It makes you human. He didn't love you like I do."
"And I didn't love him like I love you," Drew said quietly. A moment later he had himself an armful of cowboy, Drew pressing close.
"Well, then." He rested his cheek against Drew a second, then straightened. "We'd best get cleaned up and head in. That rain's fixin' to hit."
Drew nodded, getting down to work right away, helping him clear out the stall, putting down clean straw for Lady Sue and her boys. Drew got it, he might still be a bit green around the ears, but he understood the work came first, the fun and love and fooling around came once the critters were taken care of.
"Hey, what're we going to name them?"
"I don't know, man. Lord Something and Little Lord Something Else." He grinned at Drew's laughter.
"You know that's going to stick," murmured Drew, hanging the pitchfork up on its hook. Drew took a minute to rub at the calves' heads and then gave him a smile. "We're going to get soaked -- the rain beat us. Race you to the shower?"
"Hell, yeah. This is dirty business. Everybody up and fed that's supposed to be?"
"Yep. We're good to go 'til tomorrow." Drew was looking at him like dirty was a good look on him.
"Good deal. Let's go, Cowboy. Hot water's waiting."
"That's not all that's waiting, Jesse." Drew's cheeks were a little red, but those pretty eyes met his steadily enough, full of love and lust.
"Horndog." He gave Drew a wink, swatted that pretty ass. "Last one in has to do laundry." Then he took off like a shot.
"Cheater!" Drew's shout came after him, and his younger lover caught up to him as they hit the porch. They were both wet enough they didn't have any traction and they slid, Drew slamming up behind him as he stumbled in through the door.
Strong arms wrapped around him, keeping him up, Drew laughing hard. They staggered toward the bathroom, dripping and hooting and just slip-sliding all the way down the hall.
Drew pushed him up against the wall right next to the bathroom door, pressing their lips together, the laughter getting caught between them. Fuck, he was stupid in love. Goddamn. Jesse got his hands wrapped around Drew's ass, tugging them tighter together.
Their clothes were cold and wet, Drew's fingers tugging his shirt buttons open and pressing against his skin, warming him.
"Mmm. Good." Hats and belts went flying, buckles click-clacking on the tile.
As soon as they were both naked, Drew pushed back up against him, rubbing and kissing, making the best little noises.
"Tub. Tub. We'll get slick and slidy."
"Okay. Yeah." Drew nodded, fingers wrapping around his arms and pulling him into the bathroom. They got the water going, got the little bathroom filled with steam. It was hot and good, warming him through. Not as warm as Drew's next words though. "Make love to me, Jesse? I want to feel you inside."
"You know it. Gonna make you happy, baby."
"Happier, because you've already made me happy." The words were followed up by Drew's mouth pressing against his, Drew shutting himself up.
He chuckled into that sweet mouth, tongue fucking those pretty, parted lips. Hell, yeah. He needed himself some of that. Drew's hands slid over him, petting and caressing, The water was like a touch, too, like Drew suddenly had dozens of fingers instead of just ten.
They started rubbing, his cock hard as nails where it brushed against Drew's belly. Fuck, yes. Drew's tongue wrapped around his, and Drew's fingers found his nipples and rolled them.
"Gonna make me shoot, baby. Want you bad."
"Wait. Wait. I want you in me." Drew turned, hands on the tile, legs spreading as far as the tub would let him, ass pointed right at him.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. I..." He sort of shorted out, hands opening and closing as he stared. "Slick?"
Drew looked back over his shoulder. "Um... in the soap dish?"
"Uh-huh." His fingers were still working, thank the lord, because the rest of his sure wasn't. It was just focused on that pretty, tight ass. That ass that he slid his slicked fingers right into, spreading and stretching the tight muscles there.
Drew's head dropped down between his shoulders, soft, needy whimpers sounding. He didn't spend much time, because his head was fixin’ to pop off, but he did enough so that when he pushed in, Drew made another happy sound. So tight and hot, Drew felt like a bit of heaven around his cock.
It had to be feeling pretty good from the other end, too, because Drew was pushing back, taking more of him in. Jesse closed his eyes and just went to town, pushing and fucking and driving into his lover. Drew worked with him, pushing back into his thrusts and making the best noises that all told him it was good.
He got one hand around Drew's hip, yanking them together, over and over.
"Jesse!" Drew's whole body bucked as he shouted. "There! Again!"
"Yeah. Yeah, baby." He pushed in, pegging that gland over and over.
Moans and cries poured out of Drew, his body clamping down on Jesse, squeezing him tight and trying to hold him in every time he pulled out. It wasn't long before Drew's noises faded away into gasps and panting. "Soon."
"Uh-huh. With you, baby." He groaned, whimpering against Drew's shoulder. Fuck, yes. He needed. Now.
Drew's ass clamped down tighter than a bullrider's grip, back bowing as his baby shouted out his name like he was the second coming. The top of his head just fucking came off, heat pouring out of him, entire body throbbing. Drew panted, ass squeezing and releasing his prick again and again.
"I. Oh, baby. Damn."
Drew reached back, hand wrapping around his hip, just holding on. "Yeah. So good, Jesse."
"Mmmhmm." They could have just staye
d there, but the hot water was on its last legs, so Jesse got them moving and wrapped in towels.
Drew beamed at him, staying close. "Man, I feel like those calves, all wobbledy-legged."
"I hear you. I'm just floating." They stumbled to the bedroom, both all off-kilter.
Dropping the towels to the floor, they cuddled up together in bed, Drew laughing softly, arms wrapping around him. "I do love you, Jesse. More than I thought it was possible to love someone."
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