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For All Eternity 13-14
For All Eternity
Chapter 13
Heath was allowed up for breakfast two days later and was the first one down. Jarrod was the last and when he entered he strode over and kissed his mother, “Morning, Mother.”
“Morning, son.”
As Jarrod slipped pasted Heath, he rested his hand ever so briefly on his shoulder and teased, “Glad you could join us, brother Heath.” A more innocuous gesture there never was but it spoke volumes to Nick, Victoria and especially Heath. Jarrod glanced at the rest of the family, “Good morning everyone.”
As the family sat saying a blessing, Jarrod stole a look at Heath and was rewarded with a warm smile before he ducked his head in thanks. His hand dropped under the table and he pushed down his growing bulge. Three months was a long time and his new outlook was making him anxious to spend time with Heath now that he was feeling better. Heath had a few more days before the doctor would release him for ranch work, so Jarrod began planning for some time alone with him. The sooner the better.
Having a day to himself, Heath had plans of his own. Heading into town, he went straight to Jarrod’s office. It was close to lunch and he was hoping to catch him beforehand. Entering the office he greeted Jarrod’s clerk, “Is Jarrod in?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll just let myself in.” Heath knocked lightly and entered, not waiting for an answer. He stood in the doorway and the clerk heard the cowboy address his employer, “Hey Counselor, you busy?”
“Heath! What are you doing in town?” Jarrod was quickly at the door and he told his clerk, “I guess you get the day off, Ted. I’m spending the afternoon with Heath here.” Jarrod looked at Heath and asked, “Unless you have other plans, little brother.”
Heath shook his head and flashed him a grin, “Reckon I can make some time for ya, but yer gonna have to feed me first. Mother insisted you make sure I eat, so I reckon yer buyin’.”
Grabbing his coat and hat, Jarrod teased, “Well, let’s go then. You need to build up your strength if you’re going to keep up with me.”
An hour later, after a hurried lunch, they returned to the office. Jarrod let Heath in and followed behind him, carefully locking the door. Jarrod removed his coat and hat as he did the same in his inner office, then walked to the window and drew the shades. Heath stood watching, suddenly unsure of himself after three months of waiting for Jarrod. When Jarrod came and stood in front of him his eyes were dark with desire and Heath’s breath quickened. He watched as Jarrod lifted a hand and slowly unbuttoned first one button, then the next, carefully avoiding touching his skin. Reaching the last button, he tugged on Heath’s shirt, pulling it from his waistband. Heath gasped as the material slid across his sensitive flesh and Jarrod finished the last button, his eyes never leaving Heath’s the whole time. Jarrod took a step closer and moved the shirt off his shoulders and let it slip to the floor. Both men were breathing heavier in anticipation, but Jarrod needed to savor the moment.
Moving behind Heath, he whispered, “Don’t move, let me touch you.”
He kissed Heath’s neck and shoulders lightly as he removed his own shirt. When he was done, he stepped up and pressed his now bare chest into Heath’s back. Heath’s head rolled back onto his shoulder and Jarrod nipped at his exposed throat. His hands roamed very slowly forward to touch his chest and abdomen in light caresses. Heath was having a time keeping his hands to himself as Jarrod’s fingers found his nipples and began to make lazy circles around them. Jarrod pressed closer and Heath could feel his arousal against him, and his own manhood strained hard against the coarse material of his pants. His breathing was hard as Jarrod continued to tease him with light touches and kisses.
When Jarrod’s fingers began exploring the skin under Heath’s waistband after loosening his belt, Heath sucked in great lungfuls of air and his knees threatened to buckle. Jarrod deftly undid the top button and his finger’s played over Heath’s hips and stomach, dropping lower with each pass. Panting with anticipation, Heath faltered when Jarrod’s fingers moved over his aching flesh. Jarrod’s arm reached around Heath’s chest, holding him up while his other hand reached deep into his pants and caressed his balls. Heath reached an arm around Jarrod’s back and moaned, “Oh Jarrod. I need you.”
Jarrod leaned over his shoulder, “Shh...Just enjoy it.”
He shifted the hand in Heath’s pants enough to cause them to drop to the floor, and Heath peeled off his boots. The cool air hitting his heated skin caused him to shudder in Jarrod’s arms. Standing naked with Jarrod still half dressed, made Heath’s whole body feel limp and he was thankful for Jarrod’s added support. Jarrod’s thumb played with the slit in the crown of his erection and teased the fluid around the red tip. His finger traced the vein on the underside of his jutting length and Heath’s breathing came in sharp and rapid gasps. Jarrod’s hand shook with his own mounting excitement as he grasped Heath’s flesh in his hand and began stroking it. With each slow stroke he ground his clothed erection into Heath’s backside. His hand pumped Heath’s throbbing shaft and his other hand teased his nipples. No longer able to hold himself up, Heath dropped to his knees, with Jarrod slipping easily down behind him.
Sitting back on his haunches, Jarrod used his hands to caress Heath’s back as he hunched over trying to gain some control over his ragged breathing. Jarrod stood up to remove his boots and pants then leaned for his jacket and retrieved the bottle of oil he’d put there this morning. His hands dropped onto Heath’s shoulders and he ran them down his chest as he sank back to his knees behind him. Pressed tightly to Heath’s back, Jarrod shivered at the contact and let his hands rest on Heath’s hips, trying to rein in his own raging emotions. Three months was a long time to go without any contact, but he was determined to make this coupling special for Heath.
His hands continued their caresses, but he kept them from roaming to Heath’s groin, letting him recover some before moving on. He traced his scars only briefly, not wanting to go that route this time, but wanting to touch them nonetheless. Heath arched into his touch and moaned. Jarrod leaned into him heavily and muttered reassurances, “Shh...not here...not this time.”
At Jarrod’s insistence, Heath eased down onto his stomach. He turned his head to the side so he could gaze back at Jarrod as he leaned over him, his hardness pressed firmly into his backside. Jarrod bit his lip and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Heath against his flesh and rocked slowly over his back and thighs letting him feel his heated length. Jarrod dropped his weight onto Heath’s back and reached up to clasp his hands where they rested beside his head. Heath twisted his head and looked up at Jarrod, who covered his mouth in a crushing kiss as he ground his hips in to Heath’s. Their hands gripped each other’s tightly as the heat between them rose to unimaginable heights. Jarrod finally broke the kiss and buried his head in Heath’s shoulder to catch his breath and utter softly, “Roll over.” Jarrod kissed him on the shoulder and released his hands, letting Heath turn to his back.
Heath was flush with desire and he tried to caress Jarrod, but his efforts were thwarted when Jarrod took his hands in his again. Heath writhed beneath him, “Please.”
“Soon.”
Jarrod planted kisses over his face and neck as he rocked over his slippery flesh. Removing his hands, he sat up and straddled Heath’s thighs. Reaching for the oil, Jarrod dribbled it onto Heath’s straining erection, making him buck upward. Heath’s head flew back and he groaned loudly as Jarrod started touching him with long, easy strokes. Lifting up, Jarrod positioned himself above Heath’s hips and guided Heath’s hardness to his own tight hole. He tensed with anxiety, but willed himself to relax as he pushed down on the head of Heath’s hard shaft. Heath’s eyes flew open at the sensation and he was panting as he pleaded with Jarrod, “No!”
He grabbed Jarrod’s hips to stop the penetration.
Jarrod’s eyes flashed with need and he begged Heath, “Please.”
Heath shook his head as Jarrod tried to force himself onto his shaft and said firmly, “Not this way.”
Trembling in Heath’s grip, Jarrod looked at him in desperation, “Need to do this.”
With a hand on Jarrod’s heaving chest, Heath looked him in the eye. “Alright, but not like this. Let me do it. Please! I don’t want you hurt.” Jarrod hung his head in resignation and Heath spoke to him gently, “Lay on your stomach.”
Jarrod did as he was told and Heath grabbed a couple of cushions off the couch. Heath touched Jarrod’s hip and said, “Lift up.” Jarrod raised his hips and Heath slid the cushions under him, “It’ll be more comfortable.”
Nodding, Jarrod tried to relax but Heath could see the tense muscles in his back. Taking the oil, he put some in his palm and began massaging Jarrod’s back and buttocks. When he began to relax, Heath slipped his hand down and teased Jarrod’s tight hole. With practiced ease, he slipped his finger inside and wasted no time hitting the hard nub that had Jarrod gasping for air. He rubbed Jarrod’s back and teased his hard flesh with each new finger and by the time he had three fingers inserted, Jarrod was begging for him, “Please!”
Heath knelt between Jarrod’s legs and guided his aching member to Jarrod’s entrance and gently pushed forward until the crown slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Jarrod arched his back at the pain and tears leaked from tightly closed eyes. Heath’s hand rubbed small circles over Jarrod’s lower back as he tried to help him through the agony. “Try to relax...don’t clamp down or you’ll make it worse.”
Jarrod was panting and biting his lip to keep from crying out as he nodded to Heath, who was trembling at the powerful sensations coursing through his own body. In a short time, Heath felt Jarrod’s sphincter loosen its hold on him and he sighed with relief. He pushed in, inch by inch, and waited for Jarrod to adjust to his size.
Jarrod had never felt so much pressure and he didn’t know if he wanted it to stop or go on. When Heath’s hard length found his pleasure spot he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back for more, despite the discomfort of being filled to capacity. The discomfort was slowly replaced by need as Heath eased in and out, making sure he hit his prostate with each thrust. Heath leaned over his back and whispered hoarsely, “Take my hands.” Jarrod grabbed Heath’s hands, and felt him using them for leverage. Heath pulled almost all the way out and thrust into Jarrod’s warm tunnel several times before he leaned forward and asked between breaths, “Tell... me.. why?” When Jarrod didn’t answer he thrust sharply, making Jarrod want to scream with pleasure. Heath asked again, “Why?”
“Need...this,” groaned Jarrod as Heath slammed against him, their balls touching.
“Why?” hissed Heath. He stopped thrusting, but held himself deep inside of Jarrod waiting for the answer. Jarrod’s hips raised up, needing more, but Heath refused to move. He chin rested on Jarrod’s shoulder and he begged him, “Tell me.”
Heath began moving and Jarrod gasped between thrusts, “Take me... want... to... be... yours,” Jarrod flushed red, embarrassed that he need something this badly. Heath was straining to hold back his desire and not wanting to hurt Jarrod, but he lost all control when Jarrod cried out, “Harder! Need... all... of... you... inside.”
Raising up, he slammed into Jarrod and with each thrust he hit the spot that had Jarrod writhing beneath him. His hands held Jarrod’s firmly and he pounded harder and harder into Jarrod’s tightness, finally taking what was his. The possessiveness washed over him and he grunted fervently into Jarrod’s ear, “Mine!”
He felt Jarrod’s muscles start to clench around his pulsing shaft and they both tensed as they rushed towards completion. Jarrod could feel Heath explode deep inside as his world shattered into a thousand pieces only to reform in a blinding light of sensation that threatened to send him into the brink of darkness. Heath couldn’t stop the sharp thrusts as he needed to fill Jarrod with all that he was. Jarrod lay trembling under him when he finally finished and collapsed on top of him. Heath eased himself out of Jarrod and sat up, pulling Jarrod up with him. Leaning back into the desk, he let Jarrod rest against his chest until their breathing evened out and the shuddering muscles calmed. Jarrod lifted himself up enough to grab something off the desk then settled next to Heath on the floor. He readied a cigar and lit it, then taking a big drag he handed it to Heath, who did the same. Holding the smoke in for as long as they could, both men released it in a long pleasing sigh.
Chapter 14
It was late and Jarrod was glad to be home after a month in San Francisco. Tired of the constant traveling and never being home, he’d spent the last month closing his San Francisco office. Stockton had grown tremendously in the last few years and his practice here was enough to keep him busy and still have time to work at home.
He just finished feeding and putting up his horse when a voice spoke from the darkness, “Drop the gun belt, Counselor.”
Startled, Jarrod turned and spoke sharply, “Damn it Heath, don’t be sneaking up on me like that.”
“Dog, guard!” A scruffy mutt took up residence outside and Heath moved up behind Jarrod and slipped his hands around his waist as he whispered huskily, “Missed you.” He grinned in Jarrod’s neck, “Now drop the gun belt.”
“I thought you liked the gun belt look,” muttered Jarrod, already unbuckling it as Heath nibbled his neck.
“I do. Right now it’s in my way.” Heath’s hands were unbuttoning Jarrod’s pants as the belt dropped to the floor. His hand wrapped around Jarrod’s semi-hard member and a loud sigh broke the silence in the barn. “Let me taste you,” whispered Heath, his hot breath sending shivers down Jarrod’s back.
Jarrod turned in Heath’s arms and cupped the back of his neck as his tongue dove into his mouth. Heath returned the kiss feverishly, both men pushing and straining for more until Jarrod’s back was to the wall. Breathless and needy, Heath loosened his own pants and his hand found his aching flesh as he dropped to his knees in front of Jarrod then he pulled down Jarrod’s pants exposing his jutting hard-on. Heath’s tongue dart out and tasted the moisture gathered at the tip and Jarrod sucked in a harsh breath. His hands clawed at the wall behind him when Heath’s mouth slowly enclosed his straining erection.
Heath sucked and licked Jarrod as he pumped his pulsing shaft in his hand faster and harder, knowing neither of them would last this first encounter. Jarrod’s hips were straining to thrust into Heath’s mouth when he felt his balls draw up and the familiar burn started at the base of his shaft. Heath sucked harder and his hand worked faster when he tasted Jarrod’s seed as it filled his mouth. Swallowing fast, Heath moaned when his own climax exploded and Jarrod pulled out enough to give him room to breath, still spurting his load in his mouth. Jarrod’s hand found his own flesh and milked himself dry as he listened to Heath pumping and moaning in the darkness. Only when Heath was done, did Jarrod slip down the wall, his legs too weak to hold his weight. Heath leaned into his shoulder and Jarrod wrapped his arm around him, holding him tight.
Heath chuckled, “Got your pants again.”
“Umm. Don’t care,” sighed Jarrod happily. “Nice welcome home.”
“Not done yet.” Heath got slowly to his feet and reached out a hand to help him up. Both men tucked themselves back in and headed towards the house. Their house. Almost five years ago Nick had finally relented and let Heath have a place of his own for the horses, due mostly in part to his accident. As luck would have it the property was between Stockton and the ranch and sat on the very edge of Barkley land. The house was modest in size and the outbuildings were rundown, but with a lot of work he and Jarrod had finally gotten the place looking as good as any other Barkley holding.
At first it was just Heath living there, but over time Jarrod slowly worked his way to living there full time as well. In the beginning, he used Heath’s house as a place to work away from the noise and chaos at the main house and would often spend the night rather than ride back to the house. With Eugene and Nick’s growing families taking up residence at the ranch, it was a great excuse for Jarrod to eventually move out and live with Heath. They continued to date women on occasion, just enough to keep people from asking questions, but nothing serious ever became of any of their relationships. Most people accepted the fact that the two unmarried Barkley’s were likely too set in their ways to ever settle down.
Jarrod enjoyed the hard work of fixing up the place and often spent long hours working side by side with Heath after a full day of work at the office. Heath still spent his days at the ranch, but would take off time if they had a horse contract to fill. It was easier to work with the horses now since there were fewer distractions to upset them. Jarrod even helped out when it came time to break the new horses. For the most part, they kept their private life separate from the ranch only relating the vital news when they visited the main house. Only Victoria and Nick knew the real reason the two men shared a home and they had both come to terms with it years ago.
Heath grabbed Jarrod’s gun belt on the way out and handed it to him, “Tomorrow we’re breakin’ horses.”
Jarrod swallowed hard, “My first day back. That should prove interesting.” Since Jarrod had begun helping with horses, Heath made sure he had chaps of his own and horse breaking had taken on a whole new meaning for both of ‘em.
“Nick’s comin’ to help,” winced Heath.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jarrod shouted in horror and disbelief, “WHAT!?”
“I didn’t know you was coming back, so when he offered to help, I took him up on it.” Heath stood beside Jarrod and tried to reassure him, “It’ll be fine.”
Jarrod hung his head, “I’ll never survive.”
Heath smiled and patting his back moved him towards the house, “If it makes ya feel any better, it ain’t gonna be any easier for me.”
“Oh sure. You aren’t the one that gets hard just looking at the damn things.”
“We won’t wear ‘em.”
Jarrod snorted, “Then I’ll just be thinking of them all day.” He pulled off his hat and wiped his brow with his sleeve, “God, why Nick? He’s merciless.”
Once in the house, Heath got Jarrod something to eat and sat with him while he ate. “I was wondering something.”
“Hmm?” Jarrod asked with a mouthful of food.
Heath leaned back in his chair and asked with a lopsided grin, “When was the last time I made ya scream?”
Heath got a face full of food and Jarrod was gasping for air and grabbing for his water. Brushing himself off in disgust, Heath exclaimed, “Ewww!”
“Serves you right.” Jarrod pushed his meal away, no longer hungry.
“You didn’t answer my question though.”
Jarrod’s head dropped to his chest in resignation. Heath moved around the table and massaged his shoulders. He leaned over and teased sympathetically, “Just think how much better you’ll sleep. Might even take some of the edge off of tomorrow.”
The next morning, Jarrod found himself spooned around Heath, not really remembering how he’d gotten there. True to his word, Heath had made him scream but he wasn’t complaining. He’d slept like a baby and was ready to start the day. His groin stirred against Heath’s backside and he snuggled closer, careful not to wake him. Even after a wonderful night he couldn’t stop his growing erection. After more than ten years of loving Heath, he never tired of him. If anything he needed him more. Their relationship had changed when they moved in together. Going from stolen moments of passion to a more comfortable, unrushed relationship. They enjoyed each other’s company and could love anywhere, anytime making it all the more pleasurable.
He wasn’t even worried about Nick this morning, Dog would let them know when Nick arrived. Grasping his aching flesh in hand, Jarrod guided it between Heath’s legs, but didn’t enter him. Not this morning. A day of riding broncs would be bad enough, Heath didn’t need the added problem of waking up sore. Jarrod draped his arm over Heath and teased his nipples and listened for Heath to groan in his sleep. It wasn’t often he woke before Heath and he enjoyed making love to him before he had a chance to wake fully. Heath’s body relaxed in his arms, still in the throes of sleep, and Heath reacted to his playing with moans of pleasure. He thrust slowly between Heath’s legs in short strokes and lightly traced Heath’s semi-hard length. Jarrod moved his hand to play with the hair on Heath’s chest and smiled when he found his aroused nubs. Heath pushed into Jarrod’s hips and groaned when Jarrod’s fingers teased the sac beneath his now pulsing shaft. Leaning over Heath’s shoulder Jarrod nuzzled his ear, “You waking up, cowboy?”
“Hmm.” Heath rolled onto his back and groaned as his hand rubbed firmly over his balls and erection, not fully awake enough to realize it was Jarrod that made him hard with his teasing. Heath sighed sleepily, “Hard.”
“So I see.” Jarrod rotated on the bed and leaned over Heath’s hips. His mouth enclosed only the tip of the hard length and Heath’s eyes opened wide as his hands clenched the sheets. “Sweet Jesus!”
Jarrod released him and ran his tongue up and down his shaft then moved lower to suck one of Heath’s balls into his mouth. Heath grunted and bucked under Jarrod’s teasing and rolled to his side in search of his own plaything. The more one was pleased, the more the other worked at sucking and they fed on each other’s excitement. It wasn’t long before they were both straining for release. Jarrod felt Heath’s hardness grow in his mouth and he swallowed convulsively to keep from choking as Heath shot his load deep in his throat. It was hard to do when his own climax started and he spasmed in Heath’s mouth. Heath finished him off and both men rolled onto their backs, breathless and panting for air.
The sun was just coming over the horizon when they heard Dog’s frantic barking. Both men stilled and waited for it. Nick’s bellow followed right on schedule, “HEATH! CALL OFF YOUR DOG!!!” They laughed at his standard response and got out of bed. Dressing in a hurry they went out to rescue Nick, who was standing stock still in the middle of the yard with Dog yapping at his heals.
Jarrod went to the kitchen and Heath stopped on the porch, “DOG! Go lay down!”
He was holding in a laugh when Nick grabbed the saddlebags and slammed them into his chest on the way by, “Breakfast!” H
eath bobbled the bags before following Nick in the house. Jarrod was getting coffee ready when Nick entered the kitchen scowling, “If you weren’t always goin’ at it like rabbits ya wouldn’t need that damn dog.”
“If you weren’t always bargin’ in we wouldn’t need him at all,” retorted Heath, handing Jarrod the bags. “Breakfast.”
Jarrod clapped his hands, and unloaded breakfast. “Ahh, Silas is a man after my heart.” Jarrod smiled as he pulled out more packages, “And lunch too.”
Nick smirked, “He thinks you’re starving over here. Every time I come over he’s throwin’ food at me.”
“We do all right Nick. Mary takes care of us.” Jarrod patted his flat stomach, “No complaints here.” Mary was their housekeeper and occasional cook. She came by a couple days a week and took care of the house, their laundry and often cooked meals on the days she was there. Mary was old and they doted on her and in turn, she treated them as if they were her own.
Jarrod poured the coffee and the three men ate breakfast while Heath told ‘em about the horses, “I figure with the three of us takin’ turns we oughta be able to have an early day of it.”
“Three of us? You actually gonna dirty those lily white hands of yours Jarrod,” huffed Nick. “This I gotta see.” Jarrod turned his back and looked busy at the sink, but Heath didn’t miss the tense muscles in his back.
Heath knew how much Jarrod hated Nick to belittle his ranching skills and he quickly intervened, “Well, if we don’t get started we ain’t gonna get nothin’ done.” Heath slapped Nick on the back as he and Jarrod grabbed their gear and headed outside, “Come on Nick, this is a workin’ ranch.”
Nick took his horse in the barn while Jarrod slipped on his chaps. He was trying to ignore Heath as he got ready but when he looked up and came face to face with him, he knew then that this was gonna be the longest day of his life. Heath squeezed his shoulder and smiled slyly, “You wanna have some fun with Nick.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jarrod asked, “What ya got in mind?”
“You just ride like you have been, Counselor and let me do the rest.”
Nick returned and Heath already had the first horse picked out. The three men got him saddled and Heath asked Jarrod, “You wanna go first?”
Jarrod tightened his gloves and teased, “Watch and see how it’s done gentlemen.” Wishing he felt as confident as he sounded. Jarrod mounted and Nick and Heath hurried to the corral fence to get clear of the angry horse. He was used to people and used to being handled but this was the first time with a rider on his back and he did his best to throw Jarrod. The muscles in Jarrod’s arm were corded tight as he fought for balance as Nick and Heath looked on.
“Ya reckon he’s gonna stay on?”
“The lawyer, no way! He ain’t used to meeting that kind of power at the end of a rope.”
“Ten bucks says he stays on.” Heath watched Jarrod as he prodded Nick, appearing more interested in Jarrod than the bet.
“You’re on.”
Heath smiled inwardly, this was gonna be too easy. Ten minutes later, Jarrod was calmly leading the horse around the corral. Heath opened the gate and looked up with pride as he patted Jarrod’s knee, “Great ride, counselor.”
Jarrod beamed, “Thanks.”
He rode to the opposite corral and unsaddled the horse, returning to it to Heath for the next horse. Grabbing the canteen, he took a big drink and wiped his brow on his sleeve. Watching Heath work, Jarrod’s eyes wandered to his tight ass in chaps and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin. He adjusted his pants and tried to ignore it as he moved into help with the next horse. His luck went from bad to worse as Heath mounted up to ride. He backed up and lifted himself up to sit on the top rail and his eyes never left Heath for the twenty minutes he worked the horse, getting thrown only once. Unable to take it any more he leaped from the rail and headed behind the barn. Leaning against the wall, he unbuttoned his pants and after only a few quick strokes he ejected a stream into the dirt. Sighing in relief, he did up his pants and joined his brothers in time to see Heath headed to the other corral. For once he wished he had a longer recovery time between hard-ons. Getting a drink, he caught Heath’s eye and saw him smiling. Nick was already getting his next horse, so Jarrod walked beside Heath into the corral. “Go ahead and laugh, but it’s going to be you doing the screaming tonight,” smirked Jarrod.
Heath’s step hitched and Jarrod chuckled, “I ain’t the only one going to visit the barn today.”
They helped Nick and watched while he rode, trading comments.
“You getting’ hard again.”
“I am now.”
“This is more fun when Nick ain’t around.”
“Can’t argue that one.”
“You ain’t much for words today.”
“I’m preoccupied.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Startin’ too.”
“I could suck it for ya.” Heath broke out laughing when Jarrod bolted for the barn.
Jarrod returned minutes later, sweatin’ heavily and Heath refrained from commenting. Instead he got another horse ready for him. Jarrod’s turn was much like the first and Heath made another ten bucks, but not before he hedged his bet with Nick. “You reckon he’ll last the day? It’s got to be killin’ him to work like that after sittin’ in an office all the time.”
“I’ll bet ya a hundred bucks he can’t stay on all six. Never happen,” insisted Nick.
“Now that don’t seem fair. I already got throwed once and so have you.”
Nick planted his hands on his hips, and relented, “Alright, he has to stick with all six. He can’t be quittin’.”
“I don’t know Nick. Seems ta me, I’m on the wrong end of this bet.”
“Two hundred.”
Heath smiled, “Well that certainly makes it more worth my while.”
Jarrod rode his third and then his fourth and Nick was starting to get nervous. He watched his older brother carefully and noticed Jarrod sweating as he watched Heath ride.
“You getting’ tired yet?”
“Nope. You?” Jarrod stared straight ahead his eyes glued to Heath.
Nick asked worriedly, “You’re lookin’ a little peaked. All them trips to the barn, you sure you’re alright.”
Embarrassed, Jarrod snapped at him, “I’m fine. Would you leave me alone?”
“Geez, you’re mighty sensitive today.” Nick laughed as he added, “I thought you got some this morning.”
Jarrod lifted his leg to the rail, hoping to hide the bulge in his pants. Seeing Heath in leather was killing him, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking. Normally they broke the horses alone and over several days. They had fun doing it and Heath was always good about seeing to Jarrod’s needs as was Jarrod to Heath’s needs. It was a good time for both of them and Nick’s presence was putting a big damper on the festivities. Jarrod was getting tired of having to take care of the problem on his own. He wanted nothing more then to rub his exposed flesh against Heath’s leather covered thighs and cover him in his seed. He waited impatiently for Heath to finish and Nick to go help before he headed to the barn again. He’d waited too long and barely got himself clear of his pants before he exploded with a powerful orgasm, shooting his seed on the side of the barn. It took a minute before he found the strength to move again.
He took his fifth ride and then watched Nick ride as he endured Heath’s teasing, “You doing okay?
“No!” growled Jarrod. He stood with a foot on the lower rail and his hands gripping the upper on tightly, “Do I look okay?”
“You look hot. You’ve been doin’ a lot of sweatin’ today. Why don’t you go cool off?”
“Hmm.” Jarrod headed to the trough for some cool water, but Heath caught up and shot him a lop-sided grin.
“You know Nick ain’t seen you for a long, long time without a shirt. You have one horse left and I thought he might like to see what he bet against, before that final ride.”
Jarrod blushed, but stood a little straighter at Heath’s reference. Years of helping Heath, with the ranch and the horses had gotten rid of the extra weight he’d carried for so long. He was in better shape then he’d ever been, with firm, tight muscle to show for it. None of the family was even aware of the work he did besides his practice and it rankled him when they made some comment about his working habits, especially Nick. “What are you up to?”
Heath smiled wickedly, “Five hundred.”
“You’re gonna owe me for this.”
“Oh I reckon we can come up with somethin’.” Heath left him standing at the trough and Jarrod waited until he was sure Nick was looking his way before he started. He muttered under his breath as he started pumping the water, “Well see who runs to the barn now, cowboy.”
Jarrod ducked his head under the water, letting it thoroughly wet his hair. Standing up, he shook his head and let the water spray in all directions. He stood for a couple seconds with his head thrown back letting the breeze cool his wet skin. Squaring his shoulders, he unbuttoned his shirt, then tugged it from his pants. Peeling it off his broad shoulders, he snuck a look at his brothers who were eyeing him curiously. Nick’s face fell when he got a look at the muscle beneath the shirt, and Heath’s eyes widened at the tanned hardness of Jarrod’s chest, abdomen and arms. He’d made his point with Nick, that was obvious, but he wasn’t done with Heath. Throwing the shirt over the pump, he ducked under again and when he stood, the extra water trickled down his chest and back. He reached his hands under the water and rubbed them over his chest and stomach in lazy circles, enjoying the coolness on his skin. His motions were interrupted by Nick’s howl of laughter and he looked up to see Heath on his knees and his head buried in his chest. Slipping on his shirt, he rushed over to see what was wrong. The closer he got he could see Heath’s breathing was ragged and he was shaking. Nick was no help at all, doubled over with gales of laughter.
Jarrod dropped to one knee beside Heath and put his hand on his back with concern, “You alright.” Heath lifted his head in a side-ways glance and Jarrod could see his embarrassment. Jarrod’s eyes widened in shock, “You didn’t?”
Heath nodded and hung his head. Surprised, Jarrod fell to his butt in the dirt and smiled, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sound very sincere,” growled Heath, glaring at him with dark eyes.
Nick had tears in his eyes as he laughed, “Oh...you shoulda...seen...his...face!”
Jarrod was trying not to laugh, knowing how embarrassed Heath must be, but Nick’s laughing was not helping. “Shut up Nick, you aren’t helping matters. Besides, I believe you are one horse away from losing five hundred dollars.”
Nick suddenly remembered the bet and knew he’d lost even before Jarrod made the ride. He hadn’t been thrown once today and Nick knew he’d been had by his brothers. “That’s not fair, you set me up.”
Jarrod looked at him sharply, “No, Nick. You set yourself up. Do you think I got this way overnight? You just chose to ignore it.”
Heath was the one laughing now, at Nick’s indignation. Jarrod reached out a hand to Heath, “Come on, we might as well saddle up my last one so you can take Nick’s money.”
They walked away leaving Nick to fume. Jarrod glanced down at Heath’s pants as they walked and snickered, “The chaps almost cover it.”
“Shut up.”
*
Nick had left a few minutes earlier and Jarrod had Heath pinned to the wall, trying to grind himself into his tight ass. Heath was undoing his own pants so they could do what they’d waited all day to do. The darkness of the barn was suddenly illuminated when the door flung open and a stunned Nick stood in the light. “Aw damn it. You’re like a couple dogs in heat! I ain’t even left the yard.”
Heath turned and glared at Nick, as Jarrod pressed against him, trying to hide at least some of himself. “DOG! Guard!”
The dog went on alert, and Nick high stepped out of the barn with the dog nipping his heals. His swearing didn’t stop until he was safely mounted. Jarrod was helping Heath undress when they heard Nick yell, “I’m gonna kill that dog someday...Mother wants you both for dinner tomorrow!”
Heath asked Jarrod in a husky voice, “Where were we?”
“I was gonna ride you and put you up wet,” answered Jarrod in low voice.
*
The sun was almost below the horizon as they sat on the back porch in nothing but sleeping pants. Jarrod sat on the step with Heath sprawled out between his legs. Heath’s arms were draped over Jarrod’s knees and he was leaning back into his chest enjoying the sunset. Jarrod had his arms over Heath’s shoulders and was fingering his chest hair.
“I’m sorry about what happened today. I never meant for that to happen.”
Heath patted the arm on his chest, “You’re pleased with yourself ain’t ya?”
Jarrod didn’t even hesitate at Heath’s remark, “Yep.”
They sat in silence enjoying the sun set when Heath spoke with pride, “You did great today, counselor.”
“Thanks, cowboy.”
“You reckon it’ll be this good thirty, forty years from now.”
“For all eternity, Heath...For all eternity.”
THE END
Chapter 13
Heath was allowed up for breakfast two days later and was the first one down. Jarrod was the last and when he entered he strode over and kissed his mother, “Morning, Mother.”
“Morning, son.”
As Jarrod slipped pasted Heath, he rested his hand ever so briefly on his shoulder and teased, “Glad you could join us, brother Heath.” A more innocuous gesture there never was but it spoke volumes to Nick, Victoria and especially Heath. Jarrod glanced at the rest of the family, “Good morning everyone.”
As the family sat saying a blessing, Jarrod stole a look at Heath and was rewarded with a warm smile before he ducked his head in thanks. His hand dropped under the table and he pushed down his growing bulge. Three months was a long time and his new outlook was making him anxious to spend time with Heath now that he was feeling better. Heath had a few more days before the doctor would release him for ranch work, so Jarrod began planning for some time alone with him. The sooner the better.
Having a day to himself, Heath had plans of his own. Heading into town, he went straight to Jarrod’s office. It was close to lunch and he was hoping to catch him beforehand. Entering the office he greeted Jarrod’s clerk, “Is Jarrod in?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll just let myself in.” Heath knocked lightly and entered, not waiting for an answer. He stood in the doorway and the clerk heard the cowboy address his employer, “Hey Counselor, you busy?”
“Heath! What are you doing in town?” Jarrod was quickly at the door and he told his clerk, “I guess you get the day off, Ted. I’m spending the afternoon with Heath here.” Jarrod looked at Heath and asked, “Unless you have other plans, little brother.”
Heath shook his head and flashed him a grin, “Reckon I can make some time for ya, but yer gonna have to feed me first. Mother insisted you make sure I eat, so I reckon yer buyin’.”
Grabbing his coat and hat, Jarrod teased, “Well, let’s go then. You need to build up your strength if you’re going to keep up with me.”
An hour later, after a hurried lunch, they returned to the office. Jarrod let Heath in and followed behind him, carefully locking the door. Jarrod removed his coat and hat as he did the same in his inner office, then walked to the window and drew the shades. Heath stood watching, suddenly unsure of himself after three months of waiting for Jarrod. When Jarrod came and stood in front of him his eyes were dark with desire and Heath’s breath quickened. He watched as Jarrod lifted a hand and slowly unbuttoned first one button, then the next, carefully avoiding touching his skin. Reaching the last button, he tugged on Heath’s shirt, pulling it from his waistband. Heath gasped as the material slid across his sensitive flesh and Jarrod finished the last button, his eyes never leaving Heath’s the whole time. Jarrod took a step closer and moved the shirt off his shoulders and let it slip to the floor. Both men were breathing heavier in anticipation, but Jarrod needed to savor the moment.
Moving behind Heath, he whispered, “Don’t move, let me touch you.”
He kissed Heath’s neck and shoulders lightly as he removed his own shirt. When he was done, he stepped up and pressed his now bare chest into Heath’s back. Heath’s head rolled back onto his shoulder and Jarrod nipped at his exposed throat. His hands roamed very slowly forward to touch his chest and abdomen in light caresses. Heath was having a time keeping his hands to himself as Jarrod’s fingers found his nipples and began to make lazy circles around them. Jarrod pressed closer and Heath could feel his arousal against him, and his own manhood strained hard against the coarse material of his pants. His breathing was hard as Jarrod continued to tease him with light touches and kisses.
When Jarrod’s fingers began exploring the skin under Heath’s waistband after loosening his belt, Heath sucked in great lungfuls of air and his knees threatened to buckle. Jarrod deftly undid the top button and his finger’s played over Heath’s hips and stomach, dropping lower with each pass. Panting with anticipation, Heath faltered when Jarrod’s fingers moved over his aching flesh. Jarrod’s arm reached around Heath’s chest, holding him up while his other hand reached deep into his pants and caressed his balls. Heath reached an arm around Jarrod’s back and moaned, “Oh Jarrod. I need you.”
Jarrod leaned over his shoulder, “Shh...Just enjoy it.”
He shifted the hand in Heath’s pants enough to cause them to drop to the floor, and Heath peeled off his boots. The cool air hitting his heated skin caused him to shudder in Jarrod’s arms. Standing naked with Jarrod still half dressed, made Heath’s whole body feel limp and he was thankful for Jarrod’s added support. Jarrod’s thumb played with the slit in the crown of his erection and teased the fluid around the red tip. His finger traced the vein on the underside of his jutting length and Heath’s breathing came in sharp and rapid gasps. Jarrod’s hand shook with his own mounting excitement as he grasped Heath’s flesh in his hand and began stroking it. With each slow stroke he ground his clothed erection into Heath’s backside. His hand pumped Heath’s throbbing shaft and his other hand teased his nipples. No longer able to hold himself up, Heath dropped to his knees, with Jarrod slipping easily down behind him.
Sitting back on his haunches, Jarrod used his hands to caress Heath’s back as he hunched over trying to gain some control over his ragged breathing. Jarrod stood up to remove his boots and pants then leaned for his jacket and retrieved the bottle of oil he’d put there this morning. His hands dropped onto Heath’s shoulders and he ran them down his chest as he sank back to his knees behind him. Pressed tightly to Heath’s back, Jarrod shivered at the contact and let his hands rest on Heath’s hips, trying to rein in his own raging emotions. Three months was a long time to go without any contact, but he was determined to make this coupling special for Heath.
His hands continued their caresses, but he kept them from roaming to Heath’s groin, letting him recover some before moving on. He traced his scars only briefly, not wanting to go that route this time, but wanting to touch them nonetheless. Heath arched into his touch and moaned. Jarrod leaned into him heavily and muttered reassurances, “Shh...not here...not this time.”
At Jarrod’s insistence, Heath eased down onto his stomach. He turned his head to the side so he could gaze back at Jarrod as he leaned over him, his hardness pressed firmly into his backside. Jarrod bit his lip and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Heath against his flesh and rocked slowly over his back and thighs letting him feel his heated length. Jarrod dropped his weight onto Heath’s back and reached up to clasp his hands where they rested beside his head. Heath twisted his head and looked up at Jarrod, who covered his mouth in a crushing kiss as he ground his hips in to Heath’s. Their hands gripped each other’s tightly as the heat between them rose to unimaginable heights. Jarrod finally broke the kiss and buried his head in Heath’s shoulder to catch his breath and utter softly, “Roll over.” Jarrod kissed him on the shoulder and released his hands, letting Heath turn to his back.
Heath was flush with desire and he tried to caress Jarrod, but his efforts were thwarted when Jarrod took his hands in his again. Heath writhed beneath him, “Please.”
“Soon.”
Jarrod planted kisses over his face and neck as he rocked over his slippery flesh. Removing his hands, he sat up and straddled Heath’s thighs. Reaching for the oil, Jarrod dribbled it onto Heath’s straining erection, making him buck upward. Heath’s head flew back and he groaned loudly as Jarrod started touching him with long, easy strokes. Lifting up, Jarrod positioned himself above Heath’s hips and guided Heath’s hardness to his own tight hole. He tensed with anxiety, but willed himself to relax as he pushed down on the head of Heath’s hard shaft. Heath’s eyes flew open at the sensation and he was panting as he pleaded with Jarrod, “No!”
He grabbed Jarrod’s hips to stop the penetration.
Jarrod’s eyes flashed with need and he begged Heath, “Please.”
Heath shook his head as Jarrod tried to force himself onto his shaft and said firmly, “Not this way.”
Trembling in Heath’s grip, Jarrod looked at him in desperation, “Need to do this.”
With a hand on Jarrod’s heaving chest, Heath looked him in the eye. “Alright, but not like this. Let me do it. Please! I don’t want you hurt.” Jarrod hung his head in resignation and Heath spoke to him gently, “Lay on your stomach.”
Jarrod did as he was told and Heath grabbed a couple of cushions off the couch. Heath touched Jarrod’s hip and said, “Lift up.” Jarrod raised his hips and Heath slid the cushions under him, “It’ll be more comfortable.”
Nodding, Jarrod tried to relax but Heath could see the tense muscles in his back. Taking the oil, he put some in his palm and began massaging Jarrod’s back and buttocks. When he began to relax, Heath slipped his hand down and teased Jarrod’s tight hole. With practiced ease, he slipped his finger inside and wasted no time hitting the hard nub that had Jarrod gasping for air. He rubbed Jarrod’s back and teased his hard flesh with each new finger and by the time he had three fingers inserted, Jarrod was begging for him, “Please!”
Heath knelt between Jarrod’s legs and guided his aching member to Jarrod’s entrance and gently pushed forward until the crown slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Jarrod arched his back at the pain and tears leaked from tightly closed eyes. Heath’s hand rubbed small circles over Jarrod’s lower back as he tried to help him through the agony. “Try to relax...don’t clamp down or you’ll make it worse.”
Jarrod was panting and biting his lip to keep from crying out as he nodded to Heath, who was trembling at the powerful sensations coursing through his own body. In a short time, Heath felt Jarrod’s sphincter loosen its hold on him and he sighed with relief. He pushed in, inch by inch, and waited for Jarrod to adjust to his size.
Jarrod had never felt so much pressure and he didn’t know if he wanted it to stop or go on. When Heath’s hard length found his pleasure spot he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back for more, despite the discomfort of being filled to capacity. The discomfort was slowly replaced by need as Heath eased in and out, making sure he hit his prostate with each thrust. Heath leaned over his back and whispered hoarsely, “Take my hands.” Jarrod grabbed Heath’s hands, and felt him using them for leverage. Heath pulled almost all the way out and thrust into Jarrod’s warm tunnel several times before he leaned forward and asked between breaths, “Tell... me.. why?” When Jarrod didn’t answer he thrust sharply, making Jarrod want to scream with pleasure. Heath asked again, “Why?”
“Need...this,” groaned Jarrod as Heath slammed against him, their balls touching.
“Why?” hissed Heath. He stopped thrusting, but held himself deep inside of Jarrod waiting for the answer. Jarrod’s hips raised up, needing more, but Heath refused to move. He chin rested on Jarrod’s shoulder and he begged him, “Tell me.”
Heath began moving and Jarrod gasped between thrusts, “Take me... want... to... be... yours,” Jarrod flushed red, embarrassed that he need something this badly. Heath was straining to hold back his desire and not wanting to hurt Jarrod, but he lost all control when Jarrod cried out, “Harder! Need... all... of... you... inside.”
Raising up, he slammed into Jarrod and with each thrust he hit the spot that had Jarrod writhing beneath him. His hands held Jarrod’s firmly and he pounded harder and harder into Jarrod’s tightness, finally taking what was his. The possessiveness washed over him and he grunted fervently into Jarrod’s ear, “Mine!”
He felt Jarrod’s muscles start to clench around his pulsing shaft and they both tensed as they rushed towards completion. Jarrod could feel Heath explode deep inside as his world shattered into a thousand pieces only to reform in a blinding light of sensation that threatened to send him into the brink of darkness. Heath couldn’t stop the sharp thrusts as he needed to fill Jarrod with all that he was. Jarrod lay trembling under him when he finally finished and collapsed on top of him. Heath eased himself out of Jarrod and sat up, pulling Jarrod up with him. Leaning back into the desk, he let Jarrod rest against his chest until their breathing evened out and the shuddering muscles calmed. Jarrod lifted himself up enough to grab something off the desk then settled next to Heath on the floor. He readied a cigar and lit it, then taking a big drag he handed it to Heath, who did the same. Holding the smoke in for as long as they could, both men released it in a long pleasing sigh.
Chapter 14
It was late and Jarrod was glad to be home after a month in San Francisco. Tired of the constant traveling and never being home, he’d spent the last month closing his San Francisco office. Stockton had grown tremendously in the last few years and his practice here was enough to keep him busy and still have time to work at home.
He just finished feeding and putting up his horse when a voice spoke from the darkness, “Drop the gun belt, Counselor.”
Startled, Jarrod turned and spoke sharply, “Damn it Heath, don’t be sneaking up on me like that.”
“Dog, guard!” A scruffy mutt took up residence outside and Heath moved up behind Jarrod and slipped his hands around his waist as he whispered huskily, “Missed you.” He grinned in Jarrod’s neck, “Now drop the gun belt.”
“I thought you liked the gun belt look,” muttered Jarrod, already unbuckling it as Heath nibbled his neck.
“I do. Right now it’s in my way.” Heath’s hands were unbuttoning Jarrod’s pants as the belt dropped to the floor. His hand wrapped around Jarrod’s semi-hard member and a loud sigh broke the silence in the barn. “Let me taste you,” whispered Heath, his hot breath sending shivers down Jarrod’s back.
Jarrod turned in Heath’s arms and cupped the back of his neck as his tongue dove into his mouth. Heath returned the kiss feverishly, both men pushing and straining for more until Jarrod’s back was to the wall. Breathless and needy, Heath loosened his own pants and his hand found his aching flesh as he dropped to his knees in front of Jarrod then he pulled down Jarrod’s pants exposing his jutting hard-on. Heath’s tongue dart out and tasted the moisture gathered at the tip and Jarrod sucked in a harsh breath. His hands clawed at the wall behind him when Heath’s mouth slowly enclosed his straining erection.
Heath sucked and licked Jarrod as he pumped his pulsing shaft in his hand faster and harder, knowing neither of them would last this first encounter. Jarrod’s hips were straining to thrust into Heath’s mouth when he felt his balls draw up and the familiar burn started at the base of his shaft. Heath sucked harder and his hand worked faster when he tasted Jarrod’s seed as it filled his mouth. Swallowing fast, Heath moaned when his own climax exploded and Jarrod pulled out enough to give him room to breath, still spurting his load in his mouth. Jarrod’s hand found his own flesh and milked himself dry as he listened to Heath pumping and moaning in the darkness. Only when Heath was done, did Jarrod slip down the wall, his legs too weak to hold his weight. Heath leaned into his shoulder and Jarrod wrapped his arm around him, holding him tight.
Heath chuckled, “Got your pants again.”
“Umm. Don’t care,” sighed Jarrod happily. “Nice welcome home.”
“Not done yet.” Heath got slowly to his feet and reached out a hand to help him up. Both men tucked themselves back in and headed towards the house. Their house. Almost five years ago Nick had finally relented and let Heath have a place of his own for the horses, due mostly in part to his accident. As luck would have it the property was between Stockton and the ranch and sat on the very edge of Barkley land. The house was modest in size and the outbuildings were rundown, but with a lot of work he and Jarrod had finally gotten the place looking as good as any other Barkley holding.
At first it was just Heath living there, but over time Jarrod slowly worked his way to living there full time as well. In the beginning, he used Heath’s house as a place to work away from the noise and chaos at the main house and would often spend the night rather than ride back to the house. With Eugene and Nick’s growing families taking up residence at the ranch, it was a great excuse for Jarrod to eventually move out and live with Heath. They continued to date women on occasion, just enough to keep people from asking questions, but nothing serious ever became of any of their relationships. Most people accepted the fact that the two unmarried Barkley’s were likely too set in their ways to ever settle down.
Jarrod enjoyed the hard work of fixing up the place and often spent long hours working side by side with Heath after a full day of work at the office. Heath still spent his days at the ranch, but would take off time if they had a horse contract to fill. It was easier to work with the horses now since there were fewer distractions to upset them. Jarrod even helped out when it came time to break the new horses. For the most part, they kept their private life separate from the ranch only relating the vital news when they visited the main house. Only Victoria and Nick knew the real reason the two men shared a home and they had both come to terms with it years ago.
Heath grabbed Jarrod’s gun belt on the way out and handed it to him, “Tomorrow we’re breakin’ horses.”
Jarrod swallowed hard, “My first day back. That should prove interesting.” Since Jarrod had begun helping with horses, Heath made sure he had chaps of his own and horse breaking had taken on a whole new meaning for both of ‘em.
“Nick’s comin’ to help,” winced Heath.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jarrod shouted in horror and disbelief, “WHAT!?”
“I didn’t know you was coming back, so when he offered to help, I took him up on it.” Heath stood beside Jarrod and tried to reassure him, “It’ll be fine.”
Jarrod hung his head, “I’ll never survive.”
Heath smiled and patting his back moved him towards the house, “If it makes ya feel any better, it ain’t gonna be any easier for me.”
“Oh sure. You aren’t the one that gets hard just looking at the damn things.”
“We won’t wear ‘em.”
Jarrod snorted, “Then I’ll just be thinking of them all day.” He pulled off his hat and wiped his brow with his sleeve, “God, why Nick? He’s merciless.”
Once in the house, Heath got Jarrod something to eat and sat with him while he ate. “I was wondering something.”
“Hmm?” Jarrod asked with a mouthful of food.
Heath leaned back in his chair and asked with a lopsided grin, “When was the last time I made ya scream?”
Heath got a face full of food and Jarrod was gasping for air and grabbing for his water. Brushing himself off in disgust, Heath exclaimed, “Ewww!”
“Serves you right.” Jarrod pushed his meal away, no longer hungry.
“You didn’t answer my question though.”
Jarrod’s head dropped to his chest in resignation. Heath moved around the table and massaged his shoulders. He leaned over and teased sympathetically, “Just think how much better you’ll sleep. Might even take some of the edge off of tomorrow.”
The next morning, Jarrod found himself spooned around Heath, not really remembering how he’d gotten there. True to his word, Heath had made him scream but he wasn’t complaining. He’d slept like a baby and was ready to start the day. His groin stirred against Heath’s backside and he snuggled closer, careful not to wake him. Even after a wonderful night he couldn’t stop his growing erection. After more than ten years of loving Heath, he never tired of him. If anything he needed him more. Their relationship had changed when they moved in together. Going from stolen moments of passion to a more comfortable, unrushed relationship. They enjoyed each other’s company and could love anywhere, anytime making it all the more pleasurable.
He wasn’t even worried about Nick this morning, Dog would let them know when Nick arrived. Grasping his aching flesh in hand, Jarrod guided it between Heath’s legs, but didn’t enter him. Not this morning. A day of riding broncs would be bad enough, Heath didn’t need the added problem of waking up sore. Jarrod draped his arm over Heath and teased his nipples and listened for Heath to groan in his sleep. It wasn’t often he woke before Heath and he enjoyed making love to him before he had a chance to wake fully. Heath’s body relaxed in his arms, still in the throes of sleep, and Heath reacted to his playing with moans of pleasure. He thrust slowly between Heath’s legs in short strokes and lightly traced Heath’s semi-hard length. Jarrod moved his hand to play with the hair on Heath’s chest and smiled when he found his aroused nubs. Heath pushed into Jarrod’s hips and groaned when Jarrod’s fingers teased the sac beneath his now pulsing shaft. Leaning over Heath’s shoulder Jarrod nuzzled his ear, “You waking up, cowboy?”
“Hmm.” Heath rolled onto his back and groaned as his hand rubbed firmly over his balls and erection, not fully awake enough to realize it was Jarrod that made him hard with his teasing. Heath sighed sleepily, “Hard.”
“So I see.” Jarrod rotated on the bed and leaned over Heath’s hips. His mouth enclosed only the tip of the hard length and Heath’s eyes opened wide as his hands clenched the sheets. “Sweet Jesus!”
Jarrod released him and ran his tongue up and down his shaft then moved lower to suck one of Heath’s balls into his mouth. Heath grunted and bucked under Jarrod’s teasing and rolled to his side in search of his own plaything. The more one was pleased, the more the other worked at sucking and they fed on each other’s excitement. It wasn’t long before they were both straining for release. Jarrod felt Heath’s hardness grow in his mouth and he swallowed convulsively to keep from choking as Heath shot his load deep in his throat. It was hard to do when his own climax started and he spasmed in Heath’s mouth. Heath finished him off and both men rolled onto their backs, breathless and panting for air.
The sun was just coming over the horizon when they heard Dog’s frantic barking. Both men stilled and waited for it. Nick’s bellow followed right on schedule, “HEATH! CALL OFF YOUR DOG!!!” They laughed at his standard response and got out of bed. Dressing in a hurry they went out to rescue Nick, who was standing stock still in the middle of the yard with Dog yapping at his heals.
Jarrod went to the kitchen and Heath stopped on the porch, “DOG! Go lay down!”
He was holding in a laugh when Nick grabbed the saddlebags and slammed them into his chest on the way by, “Breakfast!” H
eath bobbled the bags before following Nick in the house. Jarrod was getting coffee ready when Nick entered the kitchen scowling, “If you weren’t always goin’ at it like rabbits ya wouldn’t need that damn dog.”
“If you weren’t always bargin’ in we wouldn’t need him at all,” retorted Heath, handing Jarrod the bags. “Breakfast.”
Jarrod clapped his hands, and unloaded breakfast. “Ahh, Silas is a man after my heart.” Jarrod smiled as he pulled out more packages, “And lunch too.”
Nick smirked, “He thinks you’re starving over here. Every time I come over he’s throwin’ food at me.”
“We do all right Nick. Mary takes care of us.” Jarrod patted his flat stomach, “No complaints here.” Mary was their housekeeper and occasional cook. She came by a couple days a week and took care of the house, their laundry and often cooked meals on the days she was there. Mary was old and they doted on her and in turn, she treated them as if they were her own.
Jarrod poured the coffee and the three men ate breakfast while Heath told ‘em about the horses, “I figure with the three of us takin’ turns we oughta be able to have an early day of it.”
“Three of us? You actually gonna dirty those lily white hands of yours Jarrod,” huffed Nick. “This I gotta see.” Jarrod turned his back and looked busy at the sink, but Heath didn’t miss the tense muscles in his back.
Heath knew how much Jarrod hated Nick to belittle his ranching skills and he quickly intervened, “Well, if we don’t get started we ain’t gonna get nothin’ done.” Heath slapped Nick on the back as he and Jarrod grabbed their gear and headed outside, “Come on Nick, this is a workin’ ranch.”
Nick took his horse in the barn while Jarrod slipped on his chaps. He was trying to ignore Heath as he got ready but when he looked up and came face to face with him, he knew then that this was gonna be the longest day of his life. Heath squeezed his shoulder and smiled slyly, “You wanna have some fun with Nick.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jarrod asked, “What ya got in mind?”
“You just ride like you have been, Counselor and let me do the rest.”
Nick returned and Heath already had the first horse picked out. The three men got him saddled and Heath asked Jarrod, “You wanna go first?”
Jarrod tightened his gloves and teased, “Watch and see how it’s done gentlemen.” Wishing he felt as confident as he sounded. Jarrod mounted and Nick and Heath hurried to the corral fence to get clear of the angry horse. He was used to people and used to being handled but this was the first time with a rider on his back and he did his best to throw Jarrod. The muscles in Jarrod’s arm were corded tight as he fought for balance as Nick and Heath looked on.
“Ya reckon he’s gonna stay on?”
“The lawyer, no way! He ain’t used to meeting that kind of power at the end of a rope.”
“Ten bucks says he stays on.” Heath watched Jarrod as he prodded Nick, appearing more interested in Jarrod than the bet.
“You’re on.”
Heath smiled inwardly, this was gonna be too easy. Ten minutes later, Jarrod was calmly leading the horse around the corral. Heath opened the gate and looked up with pride as he patted Jarrod’s knee, “Great ride, counselor.”
Jarrod beamed, “Thanks.”
He rode to the opposite corral and unsaddled the horse, returning to it to Heath for the next horse. Grabbing the canteen, he took a big drink and wiped his brow on his sleeve. Watching Heath work, Jarrod’s eyes wandered to his tight ass in chaps and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin. He adjusted his pants and tried to ignore it as he moved into help with the next horse. His luck went from bad to worse as Heath mounted up to ride. He backed up and lifted himself up to sit on the top rail and his eyes never left Heath for the twenty minutes he worked the horse, getting thrown only once. Unable to take it any more he leaped from the rail and headed behind the barn. Leaning against the wall, he unbuttoned his pants and after only a few quick strokes he ejected a stream into the dirt. Sighing in relief, he did up his pants and joined his brothers in time to see Heath headed to the other corral. For once he wished he had a longer recovery time between hard-ons. Getting a drink, he caught Heath’s eye and saw him smiling. Nick was already getting his next horse, so Jarrod walked beside Heath into the corral. “Go ahead and laugh, but it’s going to be you doing the screaming tonight,” smirked Jarrod.
Heath’s step hitched and Jarrod chuckled, “I ain’t the only one going to visit the barn today.”
They helped Nick and watched while he rode, trading comments.
“You getting’ hard again.”
“I am now.”
“This is more fun when Nick ain’t around.”
“Can’t argue that one.”
“You ain’t much for words today.”
“I’m preoccupied.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Startin’ too.”
“I could suck it for ya.” Heath broke out laughing when Jarrod bolted for the barn.
Jarrod returned minutes later, sweatin’ heavily and Heath refrained from commenting. Instead he got another horse ready for him. Jarrod’s turn was much like the first and Heath made another ten bucks, but not before he hedged his bet with Nick. “You reckon he’ll last the day? It’s got to be killin’ him to work like that after sittin’ in an office all the time.”
“I’ll bet ya a hundred bucks he can’t stay on all six. Never happen,” insisted Nick.
“Now that don’t seem fair. I already got throwed once and so have you.”
Nick planted his hands on his hips, and relented, “Alright, he has to stick with all six. He can’t be quittin’.”
“I don’t know Nick. Seems ta me, I’m on the wrong end of this bet.”
“Two hundred.”
Heath smiled, “Well that certainly makes it more worth my while.”
Jarrod rode his third and then his fourth and Nick was starting to get nervous. He watched his older brother carefully and noticed Jarrod sweating as he watched Heath ride.
“You getting’ tired yet?”
“Nope. You?” Jarrod stared straight ahead his eyes glued to Heath.
Nick asked worriedly, “You’re lookin’ a little peaked. All them trips to the barn, you sure you’re alright.”
Embarrassed, Jarrod snapped at him, “I’m fine. Would you leave me alone?”
“Geez, you’re mighty sensitive today.” Nick laughed as he added, “I thought you got some this morning.”
Jarrod lifted his leg to the rail, hoping to hide the bulge in his pants. Seeing Heath in leather was killing him, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking. Normally they broke the horses alone and over several days. They had fun doing it and Heath was always good about seeing to Jarrod’s needs as was Jarrod to Heath’s needs. It was a good time for both of them and Nick’s presence was putting a big damper on the festivities. Jarrod was getting tired of having to take care of the problem on his own. He wanted nothing more then to rub his exposed flesh against Heath’s leather covered thighs and cover him in his seed. He waited impatiently for Heath to finish and Nick to go help before he headed to the barn again. He’d waited too long and barely got himself clear of his pants before he exploded with a powerful orgasm, shooting his seed on the side of the barn. It took a minute before he found the strength to move again.
He took his fifth ride and then watched Nick ride as he endured Heath’s teasing, “You doing okay?
“No!” growled Jarrod. He stood with a foot on the lower rail and his hands gripping the upper on tightly, “Do I look okay?”
“You look hot. You’ve been doin’ a lot of sweatin’ today. Why don’t you go cool off?”
“Hmm.” Jarrod headed to the trough for some cool water, but Heath caught up and shot him a lop-sided grin.
“You know Nick ain’t seen you for a long, long time without a shirt. You have one horse left and I thought he might like to see what he bet against, before that final ride.”
Jarrod blushed, but stood a little straighter at Heath’s reference. Years of helping Heath, with the ranch and the horses had gotten rid of the extra weight he’d carried for so long. He was in better shape then he’d ever been, with firm, tight muscle to show for it. None of the family was even aware of the work he did besides his practice and it rankled him when they made some comment about his working habits, especially Nick. “What are you up to?”
Heath smiled wickedly, “Five hundred.”
“You’re gonna owe me for this.”
“Oh I reckon we can come up with somethin’.” Heath left him standing at the trough and Jarrod waited until he was sure Nick was looking his way before he started. He muttered under his breath as he started pumping the water, “Well see who runs to the barn now, cowboy.”
Jarrod ducked his head under the water, letting it thoroughly wet his hair. Standing up, he shook his head and let the water spray in all directions. He stood for a couple seconds with his head thrown back letting the breeze cool his wet skin. Squaring his shoulders, he unbuttoned his shirt, then tugged it from his pants. Peeling it off his broad shoulders, he snuck a look at his brothers who were eyeing him curiously. Nick’s face fell when he got a look at the muscle beneath the shirt, and Heath’s eyes widened at the tanned hardness of Jarrod’s chest, abdomen and arms. He’d made his point with Nick, that was obvious, but he wasn’t done with Heath. Throwing the shirt over the pump, he ducked under again and when he stood, the extra water trickled down his chest and back. He reached his hands under the water and rubbed them over his chest and stomach in lazy circles, enjoying the coolness on his skin. His motions were interrupted by Nick’s howl of laughter and he looked up to see Heath on his knees and his head buried in his chest. Slipping on his shirt, he rushed over to see what was wrong. The closer he got he could see Heath’s breathing was ragged and he was shaking. Nick was no help at all, doubled over with gales of laughter.
Jarrod dropped to one knee beside Heath and put his hand on his back with concern, “You alright.” Heath lifted his head in a side-ways glance and Jarrod could see his embarrassment. Jarrod’s eyes widened in shock, “You didn’t?”
Heath nodded and hung his head. Surprised, Jarrod fell to his butt in the dirt and smiled, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sound very sincere,” growled Heath, glaring at him with dark eyes.
Nick had tears in his eyes as he laughed, “Oh...you shoulda...seen...his...face!”
Jarrod was trying not to laugh, knowing how embarrassed Heath must be, but Nick’s laughing was not helping. “Shut up Nick, you aren’t helping matters. Besides, I believe you are one horse away from losing five hundred dollars.”
Nick suddenly remembered the bet and knew he’d lost even before Jarrod made the ride. He hadn’t been thrown once today and Nick knew he’d been had by his brothers. “That’s not fair, you set me up.”
Jarrod looked at him sharply, “No, Nick. You set yourself up. Do you think I got this way overnight? You just chose to ignore it.”
Heath was the one laughing now, at Nick’s indignation. Jarrod reached out a hand to Heath, “Come on, we might as well saddle up my last one so you can take Nick’s money.”
They walked away leaving Nick to fume. Jarrod glanced down at Heath’s pants as they walked and snickered, “The chaps almost cover it.”
“Shut up.”
*
Nick had left a few minutes earlier and Jarrod had Heath pinned to the wall, trying to grind himself into his tight ass. Heath was undoing his own pants so they could do what they’d waited all day to do. The darkness of the barn was suddenly illuminated when the door flung open and a stunned Nick stood in the light. “Aw damn it. You’re like a couple dogs in heat! I ain’t even left the yard.”
Heath turned and glared at Nick, as Jarrod pressed against him, trying to hide at least some of himself. “DOG! Guard!”
The dog went on alert, and Nick high stepped out of the barn with the dog nipping his heals. His swearing didn’t stop until he was safely mounted. Jarrod was helping Heath undress when they heard Nick yell, “I’m gonna kill that dog someday...Mother wants you both for dinner tomorrow!”
Heath asked Jarrod in a husky voice, “Where were we?”
“I was gonna ride you and put you up wet,” answered Jarrod in low voice.
*
The sun was almost below the horizon as they sat on the back porch in nothing but sleeping pants. Jarrod sat on the step with Heath sprawled out between his legs. Heath’s arms were draped over Jarrod’s knees and he was leaning back into his chest enjoying the sunset. Jarrod had his arms over Heath’s shoulders and was fingering his chest hair.
“I’m sorry about what happened today. I never meant for that to happen.”
Heath patted the arm on his chest, “You’re pleased with yourself ain’t ya?”
Jarrod didn’t even hesitate at Heath’s remark, “Yep.”
They sat in silence enjoying the sun set when Heath spoke with pride, “You did great today, counselor.”
“Thanks, cowboy.”
“You reckon it’ll be this good thirty, forty years from now.”
“For all eternity, Heath...For all eternity.”
THE END