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For All Eternity
Part 4
It was late in the day as Jarrod sat in the one spot that had meant so much to Beth. The wind whistled through the trees and he never heard Heath approach until he knelt behind him and dropped his strong arms over his shoulders in a lose embrace. Jarrod leaned back almost unconsciously and remained silent afraid if he tried to speak he would break down again.
Jarrod had ridden out early in the day and as the day grew longer both Heath and Nick began to worry. They’d split up and began to search for their older brother, concerned about his state of mind. Beth was dead and they’d only returned home yesterday from Jarrod’s obsessive search for Hyatt. Heath sighed in relief as he’d crested the rise and seen Jarrod sitting in the meadow below. He looked so forlorn that Heath’s heart ached and he didn’t hesitate as he made his way towards Jarrod to offer comfort. As he sat holding Jarrod, Heath asked worriedly, “How are you doing?” Leaning his head over Jarrod’s shoulder he caught sight of his brothers red and swollen eyes and his heart lurched. His face filled with sorrow and he sighed, “Oh Jarrod.”
Heath shifted to Jarrod’s side and pulled his head to his chest and Jarrod wept in his brother’s embrace. Heath’s head dropped onto Jarrod’s and he rubbed circles over his back in comfort as Jarrod sobbed, “I’m sorry for ever marrying her. If I hadn’t she never would have been killed.”
“You don’t know that Jarrod. He wasn’t after her.”
Jarrod turned and looked at Heath, “It could have been you.”
“But it wasn’t. You can’t keep blamin’ yourself.”
“It was wrong for me to marry her.” Jarrod paused, “I just wanted....”
Heath answered for him, “A normal life? Away from the perversion?” His head dropped sadly. They both knew his answer. It was hard to hide what most would consider sinful acts. They even dated women in an attempt to convince others as well as themselves that they were ‘normal’. Jarrod’s marriage and Beth’s death had them thinking more seriously about the relationship they shared.
Jarrod jumped to his feet and confronted Heath, “I can’t do it anymore. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t want you like I do.” Jarrod tried to walk off and Heath reached out to grab his arm. Jarrod shrugged off his grasp and glared at him, “No more! God Heath, you’re my brother and I can’t keep my hands off you...what kind of man does that make me?”
“Neither of us knew we were brother’s that first time, Jarrod.” Again he tried to touch Jarrod, but he would have none of it, and pulled away.
Tears flowed freely as Jarrod vented his feelings, “I want you so bad, it hurts sometimes. I have to ignore it and act as if we are just brothers. You have never been JUST my brother. I get to spend an hour here and there with you and it’s never enough.” Jarrod gazed at Heath with such intensity that he felt his groin stir. Jarrod grabbed Heath by the shirt front, pulling him face to face as he spoke fervently, “I want to spend a whole day fucking you then wake up with you next to me and fuck you some more. It’s sick, I know that, but it’s what I want. I don’t want a woman to make my life complete...I WANT YOU!” The fight went out of Jarrod and he fell to his knees crying.
Heath stood staring at Jarrod dumbfounded, replaying his words to make sure he’d heard right. Shaking his head, he returned to the present and dropped down in front of Jarrod. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled his head tight against his chest. “Oh god Jarrod, I thought it was just me all along. I ain’t never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone as I do with you. I don’t have ta worry what you think of me, cause you ain’t never judged me. I feel like somebody special when I’m with ya.” Tears fell from Heath’s eyes as he held Jarrod close, and a new warmth passed between them. After a time, Heath helped Jarrod to his feet and took him home. He stayed with him through the night to make sure he slept peacefully. Whenever he began to stir, Heath spoke softly to him and Jarrod would drift back to sleep. No one suspected what had passed between them, they were just extremely thankful that Jarrod had let someone in to help him through his loss.
Heath left Jarrod the next morning in search of Nick, “Hey Nick, you reckon you could spare me for a couple days?”
“What for?”
Hesitating, Heath couldn’t help but wonder what Nick would think of his request. He hated the way he was going about it, but Jarrod needed him right now and that was more important than the truth. “I was just thinkin’ that maybe a couple days up at the lodge might do Jarrod some good.” Heath blushed as he added, “You and me we spend all day together, but Jarrod and I...well we don’t get ta do much together just him and me...”
Nick draped his arm over Heath’s shoulder, “Say no more little brother. I think it’s a great idea. You did good with him yesterday. I hate seein’ him hurtin’ so, maybe a couple days fishin’ and bein’ lazy will do him some good.”
“Are ya sure you don’t need me? I hate leavin’ without no notice.”
With a light slap on the back, Nick smiled, “Hell, you ain’t the only one that works around here ya know. I think this ranch will survive a few days without ya. You just make sure you bring big brother back with a smile on his face.”
Heath had to turn his head to hide the gleam in his eye as he thought, oh he’ll be smilin’ alright.
*
Jarrod sat next to Heath in the wagon, in a state of mild shock. He was headed to the lodge for two, and more importantly, three nights with Heath. “I don’t know how you managed to get Nick to agree to this, but thank you.”
Heath gave him a brief nod and remained silent as he dropped his hand on Jarrod’s thigh. He didn’t often get to just touch him for touching’s sake and it wasn’t long before his fingers found Jarrod’s hardness. Jarrod leaned back as much as he could in the seat. His pants were pinching his erection and he was flush with the desire that coursed through him. Heath stared straight ahead as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be rubbing Jarrod’s aching bulge. He unbuttoned Jarrod’s pants and slipped his hand inside and rubbed his palm against his thick shaft as his fingers danced over his balls. Jarrod arched into his hand, straining for more contact, finding the whole act incredibly erotic. Heath teased him and only rubbed with his open hand, getting turned on by the site of Jarrod sweating and stretching for more. His hand slipped in further and touched the skin between his balls and anus and Jarrod thrust upward sharply, his breathing coming in short gasps.
Heath continued teasing, bringing Jarrod close to the edge then backing off before he could go over. He wanted him to lose control, to react instead of thinking. Heath slowed the wagon and tied off the reins, his hand still rubbing and teasing Jarrod’s manhood. Jarrod was trembling and moaning with desire and when Heath leaned over and sucked the crown of his rock hard flesh into his mouth, Jarrod lost all sense of anything but his own need for completion. Grabbing Heath’s head, he pushed his dick to the back of his throat and a grunt of frustration and pleasure escaped his lips. Heath obliged him and sucked and licked as Jarrod thrust in and out of his mouth, his own loins threatening to erupt as Jarrod cried out desperately, “Oh god Heath, harder...suck it harder. Need to....” His balls tightened up, and his belly burned as he gave a strangled yell, “Awwwwww...” He arched upward and exploded deep into Heath’s throat. He bucked with each stream that flowed from his pulsing shaft and Heath almost choked when his own climax began. Jarrod was only barely aware enough to pull out for Heath to breath as he shivered violently through his own release.
Heath’s head slumped in Jarrod’s lap and he licked the juices off of his softening member with a very content look on his face. Jarrod didn’t bother to move him as he reached across and grabbed the reins to continue their journey. Heath tried to move when the horses did, but Jarrod dropped his hand on his shoulder and held him in place, “Stay...I’ll drive.” Jarrod’s fingers played with his hair as Heath sniffed and nuzzled his limp member.
Heath dropped to the floor and stretched his legs out to the side his face still firmly entrenched in Jarrod’s lap. Jarrod looked at him suspiciously, “What are you doing?”
“I want ta suck you ‘til you’re hard again.”
“You talk like that and you won’t have to suck me to make me hard again.”
Heath shot him a lop-sided grin and leaned forward, taking Jarrod’s soft member into his mouth. Jarrod bit back a moan of pleasure as he watched Heath lavish his manhood and balls with his tongue. Already he felt himself stiffening in Heath’s mouth and he smiled at him, “I told you.”
Heath licked him and ran his tongue along the underside of Jarrod’s shaft and his eyes gleamed excitedly as Jarrod swelled in his mouth. He sucked greedily and Jarrod gripped the seat with one hand, his other hand holding tight to the reins. Reaching up a free hand, Heath unbuttoned Jarrod’s shirt enough to get his hand inside. His fingers played with the fine hairs on his chest before trailing light touches to Jarrod’s nipple. He flicked and teased the taut nub. Jarrod’s breath hitched and his arousal twitched in Heath’s mouth, getting harder and harder and filling his throat. Heath felt his own groin stir, but he needed a lot more recovery time than Jarrod. He envied his older brother’s ability to get an erection so quickly between orgasms. They’d never actually had time to see just how long Jarrod could go, but in Heath’s experience so far, Jarrod had never failed to perform at a moment’s notice. He may not be able to match Jarrod shot for shot, but he was more than willing to see just how many times Jarrod could go before he lost that ability.
He was snapped from his thoughts as Jarrod gripped his head and thrust hard into his mouth coming hard down his throat. He swallowed the convulsive stream, savoring every drop as Jarrod pumped himself to completion. Jarrod was breathing heavily, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Sweat beaded on his chest and Heath lifted up enough to kiss the salty moisture from his skin. Jarrod jerked upright gasping for air, his whole body shuddering under Heath’s touch. He pushed he away as he said in a hoarse, ragged breath, “Need...air...Stop!”
Heath teased him with a few more kisses before rising to sit beside him. He took the reins from Jarrod and got the horses moving once more. He looked at Jarrod slyly, “We keep that up and we ain’t never gonna get there.”
Jarrod stretched his arms across the back of the seat and put his feet up on the front of the wagon. Tilting his head back, he let the air cool his overheated flesh. He dropped his hand to his softened member to slip it back into his pants when Heath grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked at him oddly and Heath teased playfully, “I ain’t done with you yet. Just relax for a bit.” Jarrod blushed and shook his head in disbelief, but he left himself alone and put his arm around Heath’s back, enjoying a closeness they seldom got to experience.
“I hope I’m up to the task, little brother.”
Heath’s only reply was to leer at him, “Me too.”
Heath gave Jarrod a half hour rest before he could take no more. Unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants, he slipped his hand inside his pants and began stroking himself. He glanced sideways at Jarrod and insisted, “Watch me. No touching. Me or you.”
Jarrod swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Heath’s groin as he watched him move his hand up and down, hiding the true prize from his view. Heath concentrated on playing with himself, occasionally stealing a look at Jarrod’s growing erection. He smiled with satisfaction and stroked himself with long, easy strokes until the crown of his shaft peaked out of his pants. He heard Jarrod’s breathing increase and he glanced down to the see his hard member jutting outward. He made a big show of gathering the moisture at the tip and with his thumb, spread it down the length of his shaft. A small moan escaped him and the hand on his back clenched his shirt in a tight grasp at the sound. Heath lifted enough to free himself from his pants so he could give Jarrod a better view as he continued to stroke his throbbing hard-on.
Jarrod watched Heath pumping into his hand and he envisioned it on his own aching flesh. His heart raced and his breathing grew ragged as the blood pulsed into his shaft. He moved the hand on Heath’s back and was quickly admonished, “Don’t... touch... yourself,” gasped Heath, his own release close.
“It hurts,” groaned Jarrod. Heath could hear the desperation in Jarrod’s voice and it aroused him even more.
“Soon...Just...watch,” grunted Heath, his hand moving faster and faster. His breathing stopped and his hips thrust upward and he groaned loudly, “Awwww!”
Jarrod watched as he was told and saw Heath’s balls tighten and he panted for air as Heath came. He shuddered uncontrollably as the first strands spewed forth and covered Heath’s hand and shirt. He started to tremble and his own balls drew up. His shaft filled with blood, but he could neither go forward nor back. He was trapped in limbo, on the verge of release but unable to attain it without some sort of stimulation. Not able to touch himself, he was helpless as all his muscles tightened in anticipation. His hips humped the air against his will and he cried out in agony, desperate for completion, “Oh god...it...hurts.”
Jarrod’s face was red and the sweat poured off of him as he shook with need, waiting for Heath to do something...anything. Heath was caught in his own climax and was oblivious to the state Jarrod was in. It never occurred to him that Jarrod was unable to come without being touched, so when he finished his own release and looked over at Jarrod he was shocked by his frantic and wild look. Jarrod’s hard-on was almost purple from the all the blood that flowed into it and Heath quickly guided his cum covered hand to Jarrod’s member. Jarrod’s eyes were closed tightly and his face was clenched in pain as involuntary tears rolled down his face. His body shook with such intensity as he took short gasping breaths, Heath was beginning to worry for him. When his hand enclosed Jarrod’s heat, the effect was instantaneous. Jarrod screamed loud enough to spook the horses and they bolted forward. Heath reached frantically for the reins while his other hand tried to pump Jarrod to completion. Jarrod was thrashing wildly in his seat, still screaming as stream after stream shot forward with such force that it cleared the front of the wagon. His hips thrust convulsively even after his release and his screams turned to cries as his body spasmed against the intensity of orgasm. Jarrod tried to suck in large lungfuls of air to compensate for the loss of oxygen and Heath worried he might hyperventilate.
Stopping the horses, he quickly tied off the reins and cradled Jarrod in his arms, whispering reassurances, “I’m sorry Jarrod. I didn’t know. Try and relax.” Tears formed in his eyes as he released his hold on Jarrod long enough to climb in the back of the wagon. With strength born of desperation, he lifted Jarrod from the seat and dropped to the bed of the wagon with him. Jarrod trembled in his arms and whimpered with the spasms that ripped through him every few seconds. He was soaked to the skin, and Heath stroked his hair and muttered softly, “Sorry...sorry...sorry.”
Heath held on until Jarrod’s muscles finally relaxed and he slumped in his arms, exhausted. His breathing was better, but every few minutes his body would shudder uncontrollably.
Heath tried to move to grab a blanket, and Jarrod grasped his shirt front firmly in his hand and muttered in a whisper, “Too...much!”
A small smile appeared on Heath’s face and he sighed with relief. “I’m sorry.”
Jarrod’s eyes were closed, but his face reflected his bliss. “Don’t be,” sighed Jarrod, sleepily. Heath held him until he fell asleep and moved to cover him with a blanket. He stroked his brother’s cheek and climbed back up front. In under an hour they reached the lodge and Heath unpacked everything while Jarrod slept. Heath was shaken by Jarrod’s reaction and once he finished everything he climbed up in the wagon and spooned behind his brother. Until that moment, he’d never realized the depth of Jarrod’s love for him. All Jarrod had to do was touch himself and his pain and agony would have been over, instead he’d resisted simply because Heath had asked him not to. Tears fell on his cheek as he drifted off to sleep with Jarrod in his arms.
Part 5
It was morning before Jarrod woke, and he could feel Heath behind him. Or rather he could feel the hard-on pressed into his backside. It was enough to cause his own heat to rise and he reached back to fondle Heath as he slept. Heath rolled to his back and began thrusting in his sleep. Jarrod had to stop and unbutton his pants to free his burgeoning erection. He didn’t think it was possible to get hard after yesterday’s incident, but he happily noted that his plans for the day hadn’t been thwarted. He rolled over and carefully unbuttoned Heath’s shirt then rubbed his hand through the thick mat of hair on his chest. He lifted up and leaned over to run his tongue across Heath’s nipple and suddenly found himself crushed to Heath’s chest in a bear hug. A lop-sided grin came across Heath’s face as he stared at Jarrod. He loosened his hold, and Jarrod stayed atop him, but lifted enough to take some of his weight off. Heath cupped his face and asked tenderly, “Are you okay?”
Jarrod kissed his way to Heath’s mouth and smiled warmly, “I’m fine.”
Heath could feel Jarrod’s hardness grind against his own and he moaned, “I can see that.”
“Mmm,” sighed Jarrod as he planted kisses down Heath’s chest to his nipple. He flicked his tongue against the aroused bud and sucked on it firmly, making Heath gasp. Jarrod reached down and unbuttoned Heath’s pants and he reached inside to caress the firm flesh. He pushed his own hard-on against it with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Feels so good.”
Heath’s hands wandered down Jarrod’s back and slipped into his pants to grab his firm cheeks in his big hands. He pushed down as his hips arched upward, grinding into Jarrod for more contact. Jarrod responded with a moan, and his cheeks tightened in Heath’s hands as he thrust harder into him. Both men clawed at the other’s clothes, needing more skin and Heath’s hands moved to unbutton Jarrod’s shirt, and he spoke in a husky voice, “Inside...bed.”
Jarrod nodded, but he continued to grind himself into Heath, too caught up in the moment to move. Heath finally pushed on his chest to get him to move, “I ain’t gettin’ splinters in my butt, even for you.”
Reluctantly, Jarrod let him up and eased himself to the edge of the wagon, where he sat for a moment to catch his breath. Heath grabbed his pants to keep them from falling and leaped out of the wagon in front of Jarrod. He yelled on his way by, “Race ya.”
Forgetting his own pants were unbuttoned he tried to run after Heath and almost sprawled face first into the dirt as his pants slipped over his hips. “Damn it.” He quickly pulled them up and stumbled after Heath. As soon as he entered the lodge, he saw the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom and wasted no time shedding his own. Entering the room, his heart raced when he eyed Heath laying on his back stroking himself.
Heath leered at him, “Missed ya.”
Jarrod composed himself and tried to appear nonchalant, “Is that so.” He leaned against the bedpost and crossed his arms on his chest then motioned to Heath’s hard-on. “Looks like you’ve got things well in hand.”
Sitting up, Heath never stopped stroking himself, and Jarrod began to lose his composure. “I’m not doing that one again...at least not for a while anyway.”
Heath’s hand moved a little faster and he swallowed quickly, “You mean you’d let me do it again sometime?”
Jarrod knelt on the bed and kissed Heath softly as he leaned them both back into the bed. He lifted up and gazed into Heath’s blue eyes, “I enjoyed it...too much. I just don’t have too many of those in me.”
Heath grabbed Jarrod’s head and pulled him down into a searing kiss, his tongue finding easy access. Jarrod’s own tongue battled with Heath’s and he nipped and sucked on his lips. Heath’s hips crushed into him as he strove for more friction, needing to feel Heath next to him. He was breathless when he lifted off of Heath and straddled his thighs, their erections and balls now touching intimately. Jarrod arched forward and his head went back as he luxuriated in the soft feel of Heath’s hard flesh against his own. Heath reached out a hand and traced the crown of Jarrod’s rigid length, making him moan in pleasure and jerk forward for more pressure. Sitting up, Heath leaned in and ran his tongue along Jarrod’s collarbone, then sucked at the hollow space beneath. Jarrod’s hands grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling backward as he nipped and kissed his way to his tight nipple. Using his grip on Heath for leverage, Jarrod rocked his hard flesh into Heath’s and increased his tempo as Heath moved from one nipple to the other. Jarrod’s hand dropped between them and he leaned forward, using Heath’s body to support him and he stroked his pulsing member. It was Heath’s turn to moan from Jarrod’s ministrations and his hips bucked upward with each downward stroke.
Jarrod wrapped an arm around Heath’s back and buried his head in his shoulder as his hand pumped Heath’s erection and he rocked his own hardness against them. Heath lifted his knees, pulling Jarrod even closer. He was trying to hold back the burn that started below his balls, but Jarrod felt him stiffen and pumped him harder and harder to completion. Heath grabbed Jarrod with both arms and bucked upward as he came between them, smearing fluid all over their stomachs and chests.
Jarrod waited only a few moments before he untangled his arms from Heath and pushed him back onto the bed. Stretching out above him, he rocked forward and back over Heath’s soft flesh coating himself with the still warm ejaculate. Heath moaned at the motion on his oversensitive flesh and took short ragged breaths every time Jarrod pushed against him. Jarrod tried to slow his thrusting until Heath could take the sensation, but his moans only intensified Jarrod’s pleasure and he felt the blinding ache or his arousal. Dropping his weight onto Heath’s chest, he grabbed his shoulders for leverage and ground himself into Heath’s groin. Heath did his best to thrust upward to accommodate his brother, but he was still too sensitive and a grunt accompanied his motions. Jarrod’s back arched as he groaned with release, and Heath grabbed his ass and held him tight as Jarrod lost his load between them. His body quivered as he rolled off of Heath and snuggled against his side, his arm draped over his chest. Heath wrapped an arm around Jarrod and pulled him close, both of them breathing heavily from the excitement.
It was several moments before Heath nudged Jarrod, “I’m hungry.”
Jarrod lifted up on one elbow and winked at him, “Me too.”
Heath pushed him away playfully, “Well you are just gonna have to wait ‘til I have me somethin’ to eat. I missed supper last night and I’m starving.” Heath slid from the bed and Jarrod rolled to his back and putting his arms behind his head, watched Heath’s naked form as he searched for his pants.
“I think they were the first thing you dropped in your rush to get in here. You might try the front door,” teased Jarrod, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Yeah, they’re probably right beside yours,” smirked Heath, as he cleaned himself off with his dirty shirt.
“Good point.” Jarrod eased himself up and took the shirt Heath threw at him and cleaned himself. Jarrod looked down at himself with disgust, “I need a real bath.”
“Yeah, you do.” He ducked the flying pillow and laughed, “After breakfast.” He grabbed his flat stomach and moaned, “I’m starving.”
Part 6
Two hours later, Jarrod was sprawled on the bed waiting for Heath to get done in the bathroom. Jarrod had a full stomach and he had every intention of spending the day in bed with Heath. Never had he been able to spend unlimited time with Heath and he wasn’t about to waste it. Heath walked in the room and leaned into the doorframe with his arms crossed, a lop-sided grin gracing his face. Jarrod sat up, did a double take and his groin tightened at the sight of Heath in nothing but his chaps, “Oh Christ!” He broke out in a sweat as Heath moved slowly into his waiting arms. Jarrod sighed, “Oh god Heath. Do you know what those do to me?”
Heath leaned into his ear and whispered “Yeah, reckon that’s pretty obvious.” He sucked Jarrod’s earlobe into his mouth and let his hand wander slowly to Jarrod’s rigid shaft. Jarrod sucked in a deep breath when Heath lightly circled his crown with his fingers. Already hard and aching, Jarrod jerked at Heath’s touch.
“I wanted to take it slow,” stammered Jarrod. Heath smiled. It wasn’t often he could tongue tie the lawyer and he purposely rubbed his legs against Jarrod’s thighs causing him to groan loudly.
“I need to feel you inside me,” said Heath huskily, his desire clearly evident in his blue eyes.
Jarrod’s body trembled and Heath rolled onto his back, opening his legs to let Jarrod slid between them. Heath sat up for a moment, put his hand on Jarrod’s chest and said tenderly, “Easy, big brother. Calm down.”
Jarrod was breathing heavy and he leaned back on his haunches and tried taking a couple of deep breaths.
Dropping his head, Jarrod hissed with a shaky breath, “Can’t! Need you too much!”
Heath shifted on the bed and said softly, “Let me take the edge off.”
His head dropped to Jarrod’s groin and he slowly sucked on the tip of his erection. Jarrod’s hips thrust upward, aching for more, and Heath took in his length, enjoying Jarrod’s pleasure as if it were his own. Sitting on his knees gave Heath access to that sensitive area just behind his silky sacs and he used his fingers to tease the area as he sucked Jarrod’s pulsing hardness. When Heath let his finger wander to pucker of skin further back, Jarrod tensed and spurted into his mouth with a low moan of pleasure. Heath sucked him to completion and Jarrod fell forward onto his hands, breathing loudly and sighing with satisfaction. Heath asked him softly, “Better?”
Jarrod nodded, “Mmm.” Heath rolled onto his stomach and Jarrod loved the view of his tight cheeks in the worn leather chaps. He felt his groin stir, but it would be several minutes before even he recovered and he used the time to get the oil. Returning to Heath, he leaned over his back and traced light tender kisses across his shoulders and down his back. Heath shivered under his touch and when Jarrod licked the crease between his buttocks, he lifted up for more contact. Using the oil on his fingers, Jarrod slipped them into his crack and found his tight hole. Very carefully he eased a finger in and pushed until he found the hard nub, making him shudder. He slowly pushed in and out, before inserting a second finger. He scissored his fingers, opening and stretching Heath for a third finger. Heath was pushing back into his hand, wanting more.
Jarrod removed his hand and oiled his already hard flesh and gently pulled on Heath’s hips, moving him as far away from the headboard as he could without falling off the bed himself. With practiced ease, he slipped the head of his crown into Heath’s tight tunnel, stopping when he pushed past the pucker of muscle. Heath was breathing hard despite Jarrod’s careful preparation and he let Heath adjust to his size. He enjoyed being able to take his time instead of his normal desperate act when Heath wore his chaps. This was something new to him and he was determined to make it pleasurable for Heath. When Heath’s breathing evened out, he slowly pushed himself in the warm sheath until his balls brushed Heath’s. He pulled out until only the tip remained and slowly pumped himself in and out, until Heath began lifting his hips to meet his thrusts. His strokes were slow and easy, meant to tease and Heath ached for more. Jarrod grabbed Heath’s hips and ground himself into his ass as deeply as he could. Heath pleaded, “Harder!”
Jarrod leaned over him, and asked gently, “You ready?” Heath nodded vehemently, pushing himself against Jarrod’s stomach.
“Shhh. Try and relax.” His hands wandered over Heath’s back in tender caresses, and Heath was already twitching under his touch. With a certain sadness, Jarrod began tracing the scars that lined his brother’s back.
Heath moaned loudly, “Ahhh.” With each new scar that Jarrod touched, Heath’s excitement built and he was pushing himself onto Jarrod’s steely length in desperation. His body shook uncontrollably as he cried out, “Harder! Need...more!”
Jarrod continued his tender touches as he tried to thrust harder as Heath slammed into him. His own needs were building, but he was intent on seeing that Heath got what he needed before he lost control himself. As Jarrod gave Heath the lead, he suddenly moaned in a pained voice and Jarrod used both hands to hold Heath against him as he began his struggles with the intense pleasure. Jarrod pulled his hard length out and pounded into Heath, who was out of his head with the sensations that set his body afire. Heath would pull away and then push back, desperate for more only to retreat when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
His struggles were frantic and Jarrod grabbed Heath’s shoulders and pumped himself into his ass as hard as he could and Heath clawed at the sheets in anguish, needing release but not able to get it. Jarrod knew from experience that unless he let it go on, Heath wouldn’t get his release and that was more torturous than dealing with Heath in this state. Only when Heath began to buck and shudder uncontrollably, the tears of desperation forming in his eyes, did Jarrod cautiously release his hand and trace the scars again. The reaction was immediate and Heath tensed in his arms, exploding his seed all over the bed in front of him.
As Heath pumped his own hardness frantically, his ass tightened around Jarrod’s throbbing shaft and Jarrod’s balls tightened, shooting his load deep inside of the warmth of Heath’s ass. His arms convulsively held Heath as he thrust up sharply several times to milk every drop. Heath was already limp in his grasp as he finished with his own gut wrenching orgasm. Still buried inside of him he held Heath tightly to chest, lending his strength to Heath as he cried silent tears. For whatever reason, Heath always cried whenever Jarrod touched the scars and while it tore at his heart, he made sure he was there to comfort him. With infinite care he lowered them both to the bed and wrapped himself around Heath. His hand gently caressed Heath’s chest as he kissed his shoulders. Heath eventually found the strength to hold the arms that held him and he sighed with contentment. Never in all their encounters during the chaps had Jarrod felt so close to Heath as he did now. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered with a heartfelt voice, “I love you.”
Heath rolled in his arms and looked at him with red rimmed eyes. Burrowing into Jarrod’s chest, he stayed silent but Jarrod could tell he was crying again. Concerned, Jarrod pulled back and cupped his face, “What is it? Please tell me.”
Heath sadly shook his head, but rolling over he pushed back into Jarrod’s warmth and let him wrap his arms around his shivering frame. Afraid to push him, Jarrod held him tightly. It was several minutes before Heath’s quiet voice broke the silence, “Did you mean that?”
“What, Heath?” asked Jarrod tenderly.
Heath stuttered and said reluctantly, “That you love me.”
Jarrod made Heath roll over and his fingers stroked his damp hair, “More than I can say or even show you. I hate not being able to show you all the time what you mean to me.” Leaning in, he lightly kissed Heath and uttered softly, “I love you so much it hurts.”
Heath sighed with relief and spooned up against him again, feeling loved and safe in Jarrod’s arms. He took a deep breath and spoke in barely a whisper, “Whenever anyone has ever seen the scars...they either turn away or are embarrassed. Some even look at me as if I am somehow less a man for having them.” Jarrod pulled him closer and kissed his shoulder as he continued, “You are the only person who has ever touched them as if you are hoping your touch can somehow make the pain that went into making them go away.” Heath stopped to compose himself, “That’s why it is so intense when we do this. I love when you show me that you’re not afraid to touch them....to touch me.”
Jarrod voice was very soft and he said sorrowfully, “I didn’t know. I only knew you enjoyed it.” He snuggled closer and added, “Thank you for telling me.”
Heath sighed as his body relaxed and he felt sleep creep in. “I love you too, Jarrod. More than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.”
Jarrod relaxed next to him and sighed, “I know, little brother. I know.”
Their relationship changed that day. Jarrod no longer felt the frenzied need for Heath, and found himself able to hold Heath without wanting to undress him all the time. Their time in bed went from frantic sex, to gentler lovemaking. They still spent considerable time fulfilling their aching need, but both men begin to show their love in other ways, with a light touch or a fleeting caress. They returned to the ranch feeling content with the way things were. While they could never truly be together, they vowed to spend as much time together as was practical without raising suspicions. Heath announced upon their return that they’d had such a good time they were going to make it an annual event. Jarrod’s new outlook after Beth’s death was enough to convince them that the trip had been beneficial and no one could begrudge them time to enrich their relationship as brothers. Heath made a special effort to go to San Francisco for a week during the winter months, when the ranch work wasn’t so demanding. Jarrod even tried to come home on a more regular basis. By all outward appearances they had simply become closer and the occasional touches were within the boundaries of brotherly love. At first Nick was jealous of the closer relationship Heath shared with Jarrod, but with time he realized that his relationship with Heath was no different than it had ever been. Besides he spent practically every hour of every day with Heath, and Jarrod was entitled to spend time with him too.
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Part 4
It was late in the day as Jarrod sat in the one spot that had meant so much to Beth. The wind whistled through the trees and he never heard Heath approach until he knelt behind him and dropped his strong arms over his shoulders in a lose embrace. Jarrod leaned back almost unconsciously and remained silent afraid if he tried to speak he would break down again.
Jarrod had ridden out early in the day and as the day grew longer both Heath and Nick began to worry. They’d split up and began to search for their older brother, concerned about his state of mind. Beth was dead and they’d only returned home yesterday from Jarrod’s obsessive search for Hyatt. Heath sighed in relief as he’d crested the rise and seen Jarrod sitting in the meadow below. He looked so forlorn that Heath’s heart ached and he didn’t hesitate as he made his way towards Jarrod to offer comfort. As he sat holding Jarrod, Heath asked worriedly, “How are you doing?” Leaning his head over Jarrod’s shoulder he caught sight of his brothers red and swollen eyes and his heart lurched. His face filled with sorrow and he sighed, “Oh Jarrod.”
Heath shifted to Jarrod’s side and pulled his head to his chest and Jarrod wept in his brother’s embrace. Heath’s head dropped onto Jarrod’s and he rubbed circles over his back in comfort as Jarrod sobbed, “I’m sorry for ever marrying her. If I hadn’t she never would have been killed.”
“You don’t know that Jarrod. He wasn’t after her.”
Jarrod turned and looked at Heath, “It could have been you.”
“But it wasn’t. You can’t keep blamin’ yourself.”
“It was wrong for me to marry her.” Jarrod paused, “I just wanted....”
Heath answered for him, “A normal life? Away from the perversion?” His head dropped sadly. They both knew his answer. It was hard to hide what most would consider sinful acts. They even dated women in an attempt to convince others as well as themselves that they were ‘normal’. Jarrod’s marriage and Beth’s death had them thinking more seriously about the relationship they shared.
Jarrod jumped to his feet and confronted Heath, “I can’t do it anymore. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t want you like I do.” Jarrod tried to walk off and Heath reached out to grab his arm. Jarrod shrugged off his grasp and glared at him, “No more! God Heath, you’re my brother and I can’t keep my hands off you...what kind of man does that make me?”
“Neither of us knew we were brother’s that first time, Jarrod.” Again he tried to touch Jarrod, but he would have none of it, and pulled away.
Tears flowed freely as Jarrod vented his feelings, “I want you so bad, it hurts sometimes. I have to ignore it and act as if we are just brothers. You have never been JUST my brother. I get to spend an hour here and there with you and it’s never enough.” Jarrod gazed at Heath with such intensity that he felt his groin stir. Jarrod grabbed Heath by the shirt front, pulling him face to face as he spoke fervently, “I want to spend a whole day fucking you then wake up with you next to me and fuck you some more. It’s sick, I know that, but it’s what I want. I don’t want a woman to make my life complete...I WANT YOU!” The fight went out of Jarrod and he fell to his knees crying.
Heath stood staring at Jarrod dumbfounded, replaying his words to make sure he’d heard right. Shaking his head, he returned to the present and dropped down in front of Jarrod. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled his head tight against his chest. “Oh god Jarrod, I thought it was just me all along. I ain’t never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone as I do with you. I don’t have ta worry what you think of me, cause you ain’t never judged me. I feel like somebody special when I’m with ya.” Tears fell from Heath’s eyes as he held Jarrod close, and a new warmth passed between them. After a time, Heath helped Jarrod to his feet and took him home. He stayed with him through the night to make sure he slept peacefully. Whenever he began to stir, Heath spoke softly to him and Jarrod would drift back to sleep. No one suspected what had passed between them, they were just extremely thankful that Jarrod had let someone in to help him through his loss.
Heath left Jarrod the next morning in search of Nick, “Hey Nick, you reckon you could spare me for a couple days?”
“What for?”
Hesitating, Heath couldn’t help but wonder what Nick would think of his request. He hated the way he was going about it, but Jarrod needed him right now and that was more important than the truth. “I was just thinkin’ that maybe a couple days up at the lodge might do Jarrod some good.” Heath blushed as he added, “You and me we spend all day together, but Jarrod and I...well we don’t get ta do much together just him and me...”
Nick draped his arm over Heath’s shoulder, “Say no more little brother. I think it’s a great idea. You did good with him yesterday. I hate seein’ him hurtin’ so, maybe a couple days fishin’ and bein’ lazy will do him some good.”
“Are ya sure you don’t need me? I hate leavin’ without no notice.”
With a light slap on the back, Nick smiled, “Hell, you ain’t the only one that works around here ya know. I think this ranch will survive a few days without ya. You just make sure you bring big brother back with a smile on his face.”
Heath had to turn his head to hide the gleam in his eye as he thought, oh he’ll be smilin’ alright.
*
Jarrod sat next to Heath in the wagon, in a state of mild shock. He was headed to the lodge for two, and more importantly, three nights with Heath. “I don’t know how you managed to get Nick to agree to this, but thank you.”
Heath gave him a brief nod and remained silent as he dropped his hand on Jarrod’s thigh. He didn’t often get to just touch him for touching’s sake and it wasn’t long before his fingers found Jarrod’s hardness. Jarrod leaned back as much as he could in the seat. His pants were pinching his erection and he was flush with the desire that coursed through him. Heath stared straight ahead as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be rubbing Jarrod’s aching bulge. He unbuttoned Jarrod’s pants and slipped his hand inside and rubbed his palm against his thick shaft as his fingers danced over his balls. Jarrod arched into his hand, straining for more contact, finding the whole act incredibly erotic. Heath teased him and only rubbed with his open hand, getting turned on by the site of Jarrod sweating and stretching for more. His hand slipped in further and touched the skin between his balls and anus and Jarrod thrust upward sharply, his breathing coming in short gasps.
Heath continued teasing, bringing Jarrod close to the edge then backing off before he could go over. He wanted him to lose control, to react instead of thinking. Heath slowed the wagon and tied off the reins, his hand still rubbing and teasing Jarrod’s manhood. Jarrod was trembling and moaning with desire and when Heath leaned over and sucked the crown of his rock hard flesh into his mouth, Jarrod lost all sense of anything but his own need for completion. Grabbing Heath’s head, he pushed his dick to the back of his throat and a grunt of frustration and pleasure escaped his lips. Heath obliged him and sucked and licked as Jarrod thrust in and out of his mouth, his own loins threatening to erupt as Jarrod cried out desperately, “Oh god Heath, harder...suck it harder. Need to....” His balls tightened up, and his belly burned as he gave a strangled yell, “Awwwwww...” He arched upward and exploded deep into Heath’s throat. He bucked with each stream that flowed from his pulsing shaft and Heath almost choked when his own climax began. Jarrod was only barely aware enough to pull out for Heath to breath as he shivered violently through his own release.
Heath’s head slumped in Jarrod’s lap and he licked the juices off of his softening member with a very content look on his face. Jarrod didn’t bother to move him as he reached across and grabbed the reins to continue their journey. Heath tried to move when the horses did, but Jarrod dropped his hand on his shoulder and held him in place, “Stay...I’ll drive.” Jarrod’s fingers played with his hair as Heath sniffed and nuzzled his limp member.
Heath dropped to the floor and stretched his legs out to the side his face still firmly entrenched in Jarrod’s lap. Jarrod looked at him suspiciously, “What are you doing?”
“I want ta suck you ‘til you’re hard again.”
“You talk like that and you won’t have to suck me to make me hard again.”
Heath shot him a lop-sided grin and leaned forward, taking Jarrod’s soft member into his mouth. Jarrod bit back a moan of pleasure as he watched Heath lavish his manhood and balls with his tongue. Already he felt himself stiffening in Heath’s mouth and he smiled at him, “I told you.”
Heath licked him and ran his tongue along the underside of Jarrod’s shaft and his eyes gleamed excitedly as Jarrod swelled in his mouth. He sucked greedily and Jarrod gripped the seat with one hand, his other hand holding tight to the reins. Reaching up a free hand, Heath unbuttoned Jarrod’s shirt enough to get his hand inside. His fingers played with the fine hairs on his chest before trailing light touches to Jarrod’s nipple. He flicked and teased the taut nub. Jarrod’s breath hitched and his arousal twitched in Heath’s mouth, getting harder and harder and filling his throat. Heath felt his own groin stir, but he needed a lot more recovery time than Jarrod. He envied his older brother’s ability to get an erection so quickly between orgasms. They’d never actually had time to see just how long Jarrod could go, but in Heath’s experience so far, Jarrod had never failed to perform at a moment’s notice. He may not be able to match Jarrod shot for shot, but he was more than willing to see just how many times Jarrod could go before he lost that ability.
He was snapped from his thoughts as Jarrod gripped his head and thrust hard into his mouth coming hard down his throat. He swallowed the convulsive stream, savoring every drop as Jarrod pumped himself to completion. Jarrod was breathing heavily, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Sweat beaded on his chest and Heath lifted up enough to kiss the salty moisture from his skin. Jarrod jerked upright gasping for air, his whole body shuddering under Heath’s touch. He pushed he away as he said in a hoarse, ragged breath, “Need...air...Stop!”
Heath teased him with a few more kisses before rising to sit beside him. He took the reins from Jarrod and got the horses moving once more. He looked at Jarrod slyly, “We keep that up and we ain’t never gonna get there.”
Jarrod stretched his arms across the back of the seat and put his feet up on the front of the wagon. Tilting his head back, he let the air cool his overheated flesh. He dropped his hand to his softened member to slip it back into his pants when Heath grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked at him oddly and Heath teased playfully, “I ain’t done with you yet. Just relax for a bit.” Jarrod blushed and shook his head in disbelief, but he left himself alone and put his arm around Heath’s back, enjoying a closeness they seldom got to experience.
“I hope I’m up to the task, little brother.”
Heath’s only reply was to leer at him, “Me too.”
Heath gave Jarrod a half hour rest before he could take no more. Unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants, he slipped his hand inside his pants and began stroking himself. He glanced sideways at Jarrod and insisted, “Watch me. No touching. Me or you.”
Jarrod swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Heath’s groin as he watched him move his hand up and down, hiding the true prize from his view. Heath concentrated on playing with himself, occasionally stealing a look at Jarrod’s growing erection. He smiled with satisfaction and stroked himself with long, easy strokes until the crown of his shaft peaked out of his pants. He heard Jarrod’s breathing increase and he glanced down to the see his hard member jutting outward. He made a big show of gathering the moisture at the tip and with his thumb, spread it down the length of his shaft. A small moan escaped him and the hand on his back clenched his shirt in a tight grasp at the sound. Heath lifted enough to free himself from his pants so he could give Jarrod a better view as he continued to stroke his throbbing hard-on.
Jarrod watched Heath pumping into his hand and he envisioned it on his own aching flesh. His heart raced and his breathing grew ragged as the blood pulsed into his shaft. He moved the hand on Heath’s back and was quickly admonished, “Don’t... touch... yourself,” gasped Heath, his own release close.
“It hurts,” groaned Jarrod. Heath could hear the desperation in Jarrod’s voice and it aroused him even more.
“Soon...Just...watch,” grunted Heath, his hand moving faster and faster. His breathing stopped and his hips thrust upward and he groaned loudly, “Awwww!”
Jarrod watched as he was told and saw Heath’s balls tighten and he panted for air as Heath came. He shuddered uncontrollably as the first strands spewed forth and covered Heath’s hand and shirt. He started to tremble and his own balls drew up. His shaft filled with blood, but he could neither go forward nor back. He was trapped in limbo, on the verge of release but unable to attain it without some sort of stimulation. Not able to touch himself, he was helpless as all his muscles tightened in anticipation. His hips humped the air against his will and he cried out in agony, desperate for completion, “Oh god...it...hurts.”
Jarrod’s face was red and the sweat poured off of him as he shook with need, waiting for Heath to do something...anything. Heath was caught in his own climax and was oblivious to the state Jarrod was in. It never occurred to him that Jarrod was unable to come without being touched, so when he finished his own release and looked over at Jarrod he was shocked by his frantic and wild look. Jarrod’s hard-on was almost purple from the all the blood that flowed into it and Heath quickly guided his cum covered hand to Jarrod’s member. Jarrod’s eyes were closed tightly and his face was clenched in pain as involuntary tears rolled down his face. His body shook with such intensity as he took short gasping breaths, Heath was beginning to worry for him. When his hand enclosed Jarrod’s heat, the effect was instantaneous. Jarrod screamed loud enough to spook the horses and they bolted forward. Heath reached frantically for the reins while his other hand tried to pump Jarrod to completion. Jarrod was thrashing wildly in his seat, still screaming as stream after stream shot forward with such force that it cleared the front of the wagon. His hips thrust convulsively even after his release and his screams turned to cries as his body spasmed against the intensity of orgasm. Jarrod tried to suck in large lungfuls of air to compensate for the loss of oxygen and Heath worried he might hyperventilate.
Stopping the horses, he quickly tied off the reins and cradled Jarrod in his arms, whispering reassurances, “I’m sorry Jarrod. I didn’t know. Try and relax.” Tears formed in his eyes as he released his hold on Jarrod long enough to climb in the back of the wagon. With strength born of desperation, he lifted Jarrod from the seat and dropped to the bed of the wagon with him. Jarrod trembled in his arms and whimpered with the spasms that ripped through him every few seconds. He was soaked to the skin, and Heath stroked his hair and muttered softly, “Sorry...sorry...sorry.”
Heath held on until Jarrod’s muscles finally relaxed and he slumped in his arms, exhausted. His breathing was better, but every few minutes his body would shudder uncontrollably.
Heath tried to move to grab a blanket, and Jarrod grasped his shirt front firmly in his hand and muttered in a whisper, “Too...much!”
A small smile appeared on Heath’s face and he sighed with relief. “I’m sorry.”
Jarrod’s eyes were closed, but his face reflected his bliss. “Don’t be,” sighed Jarrod, sleepily. Heath held him until he fell asleep and moved to cover him with a blanket. He stroked his brother’s cheek and climbed back up front. In under an hour they reached the lodge and Heath unpacked everything while Jarrod slept. Heath was shaken by Jarrod’s reaction and once he finished everything he climbed up in the wagon and spooned behind his brother. Until that moment, he’d never realized the depth of Jarrod’s love for him. All Jarrod had to do was touch himself and his pain and agony would have been over, instead he’d resisted simply because Heath had asked him not to. Tears fell on his cheek as he drifted off to sleep with Jarrod in his arms.
Part 5
It was morning before Jarrod woke, and he could feel Heath behind him. Or rather he could feel the hard-on pressed into his backside. It was enough to cause his own heat to rise and he reached back to fondle Heath as he slept. Heath rolled to his back and began thrusting in his sleep. Jarrod had to stop and unbutton his pants to free his burgeoning erection. He didn’t think it was possible to get hard after yesterday’s incident, but he happily noted that his plans for the day hadn’t been thwarted. He rolled over and carefully unbuttoned Heath’s shirt then rubbed his hand through the thick mat of hair on his chest. He lifted up and leaned over to run his tongue across Heath’s nipple and suddenly found himself crushed to Heath’s chest in a bear hug. A lop-sided grin came across Heath’s face as he stared at Jarrod. He loosened his hold, and Jarrod stayed atop him, but lifted enough to take some of his weight off. Heath cupped his face and asked tenderly, “Are you okay?”
Jarrod kissed his way to Heath’s mouth and smiled warmly, “I’m fine.”
Heath could feel Jarrod’s hardness grind against his own and he moaned, “I can see that.”
“Mmm,” sighed Jarrod as he planted kisses down Heath’s chest to his nipple. He flicked his tongue against the aroused bud and sucked on it firmly, making Heath gasp. Jarrod reached down and unbuttoned Heath’s pants and he reached inside to caress the firm flesh. He pushed his own hard-on against it with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Feels so good.”
Heath’s hands wandered down Jarrod’s back and slipped into his pants to grab his firm cheeks in his big hands. He pushed down as his hips arched upward, grinding into Jarrod for more contact. Jarrod responded with a moan, and his cheeks tightened in Heath’s hands as he thrust harder into him. Both men clawed at the other’s clothes, needing more skin and Heath’s hands moved to unbutton Jarrod’s shirt, and he spoke in a husky voice, “Inside...bed.”
Jarrod nodded, but he continued to grind himself into Heath, too caught up in the moment to move. Heath finally pushed on his chest to get him to move, “I ain’t gettin’ splinters in my butt, even for you.”
Reluctantly, Jarrod let him up and eased himself to the edge of the wagon, where he sat for a moment to catch his breath. Heath grabbed his pants to keep them from falling and leaped out of the wagon in front of Jarrod. He yelled on his way by, “Race ya.”
Forgetting his own pants were unbuttoned he tried to run after Heath and almost sprawled face first into the dirt as his pants slipped over his hips. “Damn it.” He quickly pulled them up and stumbled after Heath. As soon as he entered the lodge, he saw the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom and wasted no time shedding his own. Entering the room, his heart raced when he eyed Heath laying on his back stroking himself.
Heath leered at him, “Missed ya.”
Jarrod composed himself and tried to appear nonchalant, “Is that so.” He leaned against the bedpost and crossed his arms on his chest then motioned to Heath’s hard-on. “Looks like you’ve got things well in hand.”
Sitting up, Heath never stopped stroking himself, and Jarrod began to lose his composure. “I’m not doing that one again...at least not for a while anyway.”
Heath’s hand moved a little faster and he swallowed quickly, “You mean you’d let me do it again sometime?”
Jarrod knelt on the bed and kissed Heath softly as he leaned them both back into the bed. He lifted up and gazed into Heath’s blue eyes, “I enjoyed it...too much. I just don’t have too many of those in me.”
Heath grabbed Jarrod’s head and pulled him down into a searing kiss, his tongue finding easy access. Jarrod’s own tongue battled with Heath’s and he nipped and sucked on his lips. Heath’s hips crushed into him as he strove for more friction, needing to feel Heath next to him. He was breathless when he lifted off of Heath and straddled his thighs, their erections and balls now touching intimately. Jarrod arched forward and his head went back as he luxuriated in the soft feel of Heath’s hard flesh against his own. Heath reached out a hand and traced the crown of Jarrod’s rigid length, making him moan in pleasure and jerk forward for more pressure. Sitting up, Heath leaned in and ran his tongue along Jarrod’s collarbone, then sucked at the hollow space beneath. Jarrod’s hands grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling backward as he nipped and kissed his way to his tight nipple. Using his grip on Heath for leverage, Jarrod rocked his hard flesh into Heath’s and increased his tempo as Heath moved from one nipple to the other. Jarrod’s hand dropped between them and he leaned forward, using Heath’s body to support him and he stroked his pulsing member. It was Heath’s turn to moan from Jarrod’s ministrations and his hips bucked upward with each downward stroke.
Jarrod wrapped an arm around Heath’s back and buried his head in his shoulder as his hand pumped Heath’s erection and he rocked his own hardness against them. Heath lifted his knees, pulling Jarrod even closer. He was trying to hold back the burn that started below his balls, but Jarrod felt him stiffen and pumped him harder and harder to completion. Heath grabbed Jarrod with both arms and bucked upward as he came between them, smearing fluid all over their stomachs and chests.
Jarrod waited only a few moments before he untangled his arms from Heath and pushed him back onto the bed. Stretching out above him, he rocked forward and back over Heath’s soft flesh coating himself with the still warm ejaculate. Heath moaned at the motion on his oversensitive flesh and took short ragged breaths every time Jarrod pushed against him. Jarrod tried to slow his thrusting until Heath could take the sensation, but his moans only intensified Jarrod’s pleasure and he felt the blinding ache or his arousal. Dropping his weight onto Heath’s chest, he grabbed his shoulders for leverage and ground himself into Heath’s groin. Heath did his best to thrust upward to accommodate his brother, but he was still too sensitive and a grunt accompanied his motions. Jarrod’s back arched as he groaned with release, and Heath grabbed his ass and held him tight as Jarrod lost his load between them. His body quivered as he rolled off of Heath and snuggled against his side, his arm draped over his chest. Heath wrapped an arm around Jarrod and pulled him close, both of them breathing heavily from the excitement.
It was several moments before Heath nudged Jarrod, “I’m hungry.”
Jarrod lifted up on one elbow and winked at him, “Me too.”
Heath pushed him away playfully, “Well you are just gonna have to wait ‘til I have me somethin’ to eat. I missed supper last night and I’m starving.” Heath slid from the bed and Jarrod rolled to his back and putting his arms behind his head, watched Heath’s naked form as he searched for his pants.
“I think they were the first thing you dropped in your rush to get in here. You might try the front door,” teased Jarrod, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Yeah, they’re probably right beside yours,” smirked Heath, as he cleaned himself off with his dirty shirt.
“Good point.” Jarrod eased himself up and took the shirt Heath threw at him and cleaned himself. Jarrod looked down at himself with disgust, “I need a real bath.”
“Yeah, you do.” He ducked the flying pillow and laughed, “After breakfast.” He grabbed his flat stomach and moaned, “I’m starving.”
Part 6
Two hours later, Jarrod was sprawled on the bed waiting for Heath to get done in the bathroom. Jarrod had a full stomach and he had every intention of spending the day in bed with Heath. Never had he been able to spend unlimited time with Heath and he wasn’t about to waste it. Heath walked in the room and leaned into the doorframe with his arms crossed, a lop-sided grin gracing his face. Jarrod sat up, did a double take and his groin tightened at the sight of Heath in nothing but his chaps, “Oh Christ!” He broke out in a sweat as Heath moved slowly into his waiting arms. Jarrod sighed, “Oh god Heath. Do you know what those do to me?”
Heath leaned into his ear and whispered “Yeah, reckon that’s pretty obvious.” He sucked Jarrod’s earlobe into his mouth and let his hand wander slowly to Jarrod’s rigid shaft. Jarrod sucked in a deep breath when Heath lightly circled his crown with his fingers. Already hard and aching, Jarrod jerked at Heath’s touch.
“I wanted to take it slow,” stammered Jarrod. Heath smiled. It wasn’t often he could tongue tie the lawyer and he purposely rubbed his legs against Jarrod’s thighs causing him to groan loudly.
“I need to feel you inside me,” said Heath huskily, his desire clearly evident in his blue eyes.
Jarrod’s body trembled and Heath rolled onto his back, opening his legs to let Jarrod slid between them. Heath sat up for a moment, put his hand on Jarrod’s chest and said tenderly, “Easy, big brother. Calm down.”
Jarrod was breathing heavy and he leaned back on his haunches and tried taking a couple of deep breaths.
Dropping his head, Jarrod hissed with a shaky breath, “Can’t! Need you too much!”
Heath shifted on the bed and said softly, “Let me take the edge off.”
His head dropped to Jarrod’s groin and he slowly sucked on the tip of his erection. Jarrod’s hips thrust upward, aching for more, and Heath took in his length, enjoying Jarrod’s pleasure as if it were his own. Sitting on his knees gave Heath access to that sensitive area just behind his silky sacs and he used his fingers to tease the area as he sucked Jarrod’s pulsing hardness. When Heath let his finger wander to pucker of skin further back, Jarrod tensed and spurted into his mouth with a low moan of pleasure. Heath sucked him to completion and Jarrod fell forward onto his hands, breathing loudly and sighing with satisfaction. Heath asked him softly, “Better?”
Jarrod nodded, “Mmm.” Heath rolled onto his stomach and Jarrod loved the view of his tight cheeks in the worn leather chaps. He felt his groin stir, but it would be several minutes before even he recovered and he used the time to get the oil. Returning to Heath, he leaned over his back and traced light tender kisses across his shoulders and down his back. Heath shivered under his touch and when Jarrod licked the crease between his buttocks, he lifted up for more contact. Using the oil on his fingers, Jarrod slipped them into his crack and found his tight hole. Very carefully he eased a finger in and pushed until he found the hard nub, making him shudder. He slowly pushed in and out, before inserting a second finger. He scissored his fingers, opening and stretching Heath for a third finger. Heath was pushing back into his hand, wanting more.
Jarrod removed his hand and oiled his already hard flesh and gently pulled on Heath’s hips, moving him as far away from the headboard as he could without falling off the bed himself. With practiced ease, he slipped the head of his crown into Heath’s tight tunnel, stopping when he pushed past the pucker of muscle. Heath was breathing hard despite Jarrod’s careful preparation and he let Heath adjust to his size. He enjoyed being able to take his time instead of his normal desperate act when Heath wore his chaps. This was something new to him and he was determined to make it pleasurable for Heath. When Heath’s breathing evened out, he slowly pushed himself in the warm sheath until his balls brushed Heath’s. He pulled out until only the tip remained and slowly pumped himself in and out, until Heath began lifting his hips to meet his thrusts. His strokes were slow and easy, meant to tease and Heath ached for more. Jarrod grabbed Heath’s hips and ground himself into his ass as deeply as he could. Heath pleaded, “Harder!”
Jarrod leaned over him, and asked gently, “You ready?” Heath nodded vehemently, pushing himself against Jarrod’s stomach.
“Shhh. Try and relax.” His hands wandered over Heath’s back in tender caresses, and Heath was already twitching under his touch. With a certain sadness, Jarrod began tracing the scars that lined his brother’s back.
Heath moaned loudly, “Ahhh.” With each new scar that Jarrod touched, Heath’s excitement built and he was pushing himself onto Jarrod’s steely length in desperation. His body shook uncontrollably as he cried out, “Harder! Need...more!”
Jarrod continued his tender touches as he tried to thrust harder as Heath slammed into him. His own needs were building, but he was intent on seeing that Heath got what he needed before he lost control himself. As Jarrod gave Heath the lead, he suddenly moaned in a pained voice and Jarrod used both hands to hold Heath against him as he began his struggles with the intense pleasure. Jarrod pulled his hard length out and pounded into Heath, who was out of his head with the sensations that set his body afire. Heath would pull away and then push back, desperate for more only to retreat when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
His struggles were frantic and Jarrod grabbed Heath’s shoulders and pumped himself into his ass as hard as he could and Heath clawed at the sheets in anguish, needing release but not able to get it. Jarrod knew from experience that unless he let it go on, Heath wouldn’t get his release and that was more torturous than dealing with Heath in this state. Only when Heath began to buck and shudder uncontrollably, the tears of desperation forming in his eyes, did Jarrod cautiously release his hand and trace the scars again. The reaction was immediate and Heath tensed in his arms, exploding his seed all over the bed in front of him.
As Heath pumped his own hardness frantically, his ass tightened around Jarrod’s throbbing shaft and Jarrod’s balls tightened, shooting his load deep inside of the warmth of Heath’s ass. His arms convulsively held Heath as he thrust up sharply several times to milk every drop. Heath was already limp in his grasp as he finished with his own gut wrenching orgasm. Still buried inside of him he held Heath tightly to chest, lending his strength to Heath as he cried silent tears. For whatever reason, Heath always cried whenever Jarrod touched the scars and while it tore at his heart, he made sure he was there to comfort him. With infinite care he lowered them both to the bed and wrapped himself around Heath. His hand gently caressed Heath’s chest as he kissed his shoulders. Heath eventually found the strength to hold the arms that held him and he sighed with contentment. Never in all their encounters during the chaps had Jarrod felt so close to Heath as he did now. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered with a heartfelt voice, “I love you.”
Heath rolled in his arms and looked at him with red rimmed eyes. Burrowing into Jarrod’s chest, he stayed silent but Jarrod could tell he was crying again. Concerned, Jarrod pulled back and cupped his face, “What is it? Please tell me.”
Heath sadly shook his head, but rolling over he pushed back into Jarrod’s warmth and let him wrap his arms around his shivering frame. Afraid to push him, Jarrod held him tightly. It was several minutes before Heath’s quiet voice broke the silence, “Did you mean that?”
“What, Heath?” asked Jarrod tenderly.
Heath stuttered and said reluctantly, “That you love me.”
Jarrod made Heath roll over and his fingers stroked his damp hair, “More than I can say or even show you. I hate not being able to show you all the time what you mean to me.” Leaning in, he lightly kissed Heath and uttered softly, “I love you so much it hurts.”
Heath sighed with relief and spooned up against him again, feeling loved and safe in Jarrod’s arms. He took a deep breath and spoke in barely a whisper, “Whenever anyone has ever seen the scars...they either turn away or are embarrassed. Some even look at me as if I am somehow less a man for having them.” Jarrod pulled him closer and kissed his shoulder as he continued, “You are the only person who has ever touched them as if you are hoping your touch can somehow make the pain that went into making them go away.” Heath stopped to compose himself, “That’s why it is so intense when we do this. I love when you show me that you’re not afraid to touch them....to touch me.”
Jarrod voice was very soft and he said sorrowfully, “I didn’t know. I only knew you enjoyed it.” He snuggled closer and added, “Thank you for telling me.”
Heath sighed as his body relaxed and he felt sleep creep in. “I love you too, Jarrod. More than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.”
Jarrod relaxed next to him and sighed, “I know, little brother. I know.”
Their relationship changed that day. Jarrod no longer felt the frenzied need for Heath, and found himself able to hold Heath without wanting to undress him all the time. Their time in bed went from frantic sex, to gentler lovemaking. They still spent considerable time fulfilling their aching need, but both men begin to show their love in other ways, with a light touch or a fleeting caress. They returned to the ranch feeling content with the way things were. While they could never truly be together, they vowed to spend as much time together as was practical without raising suspicions. Heath announced upon their return that they’d had such a good time they were going to make it an annual event. Jarrod’s new outlook after Beth’s death was enough to convince them that the trip had been beneficial and no one could begrudge them time to enrich their relationship as brothers. Heath made a special effort to go to San Francisco for a week during the winter months, when the ranch work wasn’t so demanding. Jarrod even tried to come home on a more regular basis. By all outward appearances they had simply become closer and the occasional touches were within the boundaries of brotherly love. At first Nick was jealous of the closer relationship Heath shared with Jarrod, but with time he realized that his relationship with Heath was no different than it had ever been. Besides he spent practically every hour of every day with Heath, and Jarrod was entitled to spend time with him too.
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