Chaps and Hope (Mossy Glenn Ranch 1) (13 page)

Will wasn’t slow, at all. He gasped a little, though, and his little nipples formed points that poked at his thin T-shirt. Someone else liked the idea, too.

“Do you think Carlos would?”

Wow. Will’s cheeks were turning pink, his skin flushing up from the vee of his shirt. Troy hadn’t seen him this turned on for a while. “Why not? He trusts us. It isn’t like we’d put it on XTube or any of the other sites like that.” Troy sat up and leant forward, elbows braced on his knees. The position wasn’t exactly comfortable on his cock, but that just made him enjoy it more right then. “Imagine watching it while we’re all fucking. Seeing what you look like while Carlos is pounding into you.”

Will’s cheeks went darker, and Troy was astounded, because Will never seemed to get embarrassed, but he was pretty sure that was what he was seeing then. “What’s wrong, baby? What do you want?”

Will squirmed and Troy noted the bulge of his erection. Yeah, Will was definitely wanting.

“Tell me,” Carlos said from the doorway, startling them both. Troy and Will both jumped and Will squeaked right before he stood up, slapping a hand to his chest.

“Jesus, you scared the hell out of me!”

Will was just simply too adorable. Troy stood and got behind him, moving them both to do so. He held Will against him, cupping Will’s denim-covered shaft in his palms. “How much did you hear?”

Carlos crossed his arms over his chest. “Enough to know we’ll be needing the video camera and tripod.”

“I can get it,” Will exclaimed, already in motion. Troy held him in place as Carlos shook his head.

“Oh no. You are gonna tell me what had your face so red. I haven’t seen you like that before, so spit it out.” Carlos came over and stroked Will’s cheek. “You know you can tell us anything. There’s nothing you can ask for that’ll turn us off or away.”

Will lowered his eyes, giving Troy a pretty showing of his long lashes. “Would you fist me?”

Fisting, breathplay—Will was more adventurous than Troy would ever be.

Carlos looked at him, then back at Will. “Have you thought about that? Fantasising and reality—”

“I know,” Will interrupted, “you’ve told me. But the breathplay was good, you know? I haven’t come that hard in ages. I knew you wouldn’t let me get hurt, and I wouldn’t have laid there and let anyone hurt me, either. Still cranked my engine, big time. I promise if it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Troy realised he’d been clenching his butt during that whole chat. He forced himself to relax. Will’s cock was hard as diamond under his palms, and Troy could feel a bit of dampness, too, Will’s eagerness leaking right out his slit.

“That’s something we have to prepare for,” Carlos warned. “It isn’t gonna happen tonight, or tomorrow night. We need some better lube, and an enema kit, for starters.”

“I can get them in Bozeman tomorrow.” Will chortled then. “Aw, man, maybe I can have Drake pick up groceries while I run to a pharmacy. I don’t want to freak him out.”

Or make him feel worse than he probably did, Troy figured. “Just so it’s out there, I don’t want anyone’s hand up my ass.”

Will laughed again and Carlos nodded as he spoke. “Nope, didn’t figure you would. Now, Will here, I was expectin’ this from eventually.”

Will fluttered his lashes and wiggled in Troy’s arms. “Yeah, I am a wild man.” He wiggled again, grinding against Troy. “And this wild man needs to be fucked.”

“We can do that, sure enough,” Carlos told him. Then he stared into Troy’s eyes. “And after we both fuck you, Troy’s gonna get it up again and lay down while I come all over his cock.”

“Fuck,” Troy whispered, his belly going tight and hot.

“That’s the plan.” Carlos tugged Will out of his arms and hefted him right on up over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. He slapped Will’s ass hard, Will yelping and humping away. “We’re gonna make sure we all get what we need.” Carlos reached out and pinched one of Troy’s nipples. Troy almost came on the spot. He didn’t get to fuck Carlos’ ass near often enough. Maybe if he weren’t so eager to have Carlos fuck him…

Carlos flicked his nipple again and Troy surged forward, grabbing Carlos’ nape to take a kiss he needed more than air just then. Carlos growled and bit at his lips, taking control of the kiss before Troy could any more than he had at first. Troy tasted blood on his tongue. He didn’t know or care which of them it was from. Their kiss was harsh, a battle at times and Troy’s surrender at others.

Soon Troy was stripping off his clothes while Carlos divested Will of his. He set Will right over his knees and began spanking Will’s plump ass before Troy had finished getting naked.

Troy watched Will’s skin darken with each spank. Will keened and rocked up, eagerly meeting each hit. Troy got his pants and underwear off then stepped in front of Will. He didn’t even have to tell him to suck, Will just opened his mouth on a moan and took Troy’s cock right on in.

Troy braced himself with a hand on Carlos’ shoulder and one on Will’s head. He thrust as soon as he knew Will could take him, and the wet, silky glide of Will’s throat muscles almost spun him into orgasm.

Troy pulled his cock free and rubbed the wet length all over Will’s face as Carlos kept up the blows to his backside. Will could take a lot more pain than Troy, although Will said it wasn’t really pain, but a pleasure so intense it seared his insides.

Carlos landed one more smack, then he pulled Will up and flopped back on the bed, Will sprawled on top of him. “Fuck him,” Carlos ordered, grabbing Will’s ass and pulling it open.

Troy fetched the lube and poured it right into Will’s crease. He tossed the tube aside and smeared the viscous stuff down to Will’s hole. Two fingers in at once, and Will was humping against Carlos. Carlos let go of Will’s ass and fisted his hands in Will’s hair instead before kissing him.

Troy got on the bed, his knees framing Carlos and Will’s thighs. He pulled Will’s hips up then pressed his cock to Will’s hole. “Take me,” he said. He thrust, a hard, sharp drive that seated his length to the root in Will’s welcoming ass.

Will made a garbled sound, back arching as Troy shoved in a little more. Will’s butt was hot, literally hot from the spanking that had left it a deep shade of red. Troy knew that every time he drove his hips against that skin, Will really felt him.

He pounded into Will’s ass, holding Will’s lean hips and just going at it. The rhythmic milking of his cock by Will’s inner walls told him just how much Will was enjoying the fucking.

Troy spread his legs a little more and dropped down over Carlos and Will, catching himself on one hand. He drove in deeper, harder, Carlos’ hold on Will the only thing that kept Will from shooting forward.

“More,” Will demanded, shouting it as if his life depended on Troy hearing him.

Troy nipped Will’s nape, then the side of his head, catching Carlos’ fingers, too. He was frantic with his need for release. Will was whimpering, raising that sweet ass of his up for every brutal thrust, and Troy was so close—

Carlos shoved fingers into Troy’s mouth. He didn’t know how many, only that he was stuffed, and it was erotic and something else, something that made him feel like his mouth was being used as a fuck hole. It blew his orgasm right out of his dick.

Troy shot and shot, Will’s inner walls pulling the spunk out of him. He groaned and carefully pulled out before rolling onto his side, only to flop onto his back when pain radiated out from his ribs. Troy opened eyes he didn’t remember closing just in time to see Carlos flip Will over and push his thick veiny cock into Will’s hole.

Will howled and cum squirted from his dick. The glistening wetness on Will’s belly told Troy Will had already come once, at least. Carlos pulled Will up onto his hands and knees and grabbed a handful of Will’s hair. He fucked Will harder and rougher, pulling his head this way then that way, adding a slap to Will’s ass every few thrusts.

Troy’s cock began twitching to life again after several minutes of watching. Carlos never lost control, his expression stern but his dark eyes loving as he told Will how perfect and tight his ass was, how good it felt being in there after Troy lubed the way for him.

Speaking of lube, where’d I drop it?
Carlos was going to be tighter even than Will since he didn’t bottom much. Troy watched Carlos and Will a little longer, amazed at Carlos’ stamina—and Will’s too, but Carlos was really exerting a lot of energy with the way he was fucking Will. Troy saw when Carlos’ balls pulled up, the sac wrinkling as he got ready to shoot.

Troy got the lube and returned to the bed just in time to watch Will come again. Carlos ground against his ass, the tendons in his neck standing out like they did when he was about to climax.

But Carlos didn’t. He pulled that still-erect, glistening cock out of Will’s ass then eased Will down onto his belly. “Sweetheart,” Carlos murmured to Will, kissing his temple. Will hummed and Carlos turned his head to look at Troy.

“Get on your back, however’s comfortable for you. I’m ready to get fucked.”

Troy understood then why Carlos had held back. If he’d have come, there’d have been a waiting period before Troy could have fucked him. Everything went tense and tighter then a rich woman’s purse strings in a recession when Carlos came. The foreplay to get him loosened up again was always fun, but Carlos had obviously wanted his orgasm to occur while Troy’s dick was inside him.

Troy propped himself up against the headboard and Carlos took the lube from him. Carlos kicked off his jeans, having only pulled them down to fuck Will earlier. He took his shirt off too, then smirked at Troy and got up. Troy wasn’t the only one to gasp when Carlos put his Stetson on. Carlos naked except for that hat was an awe-inspiring sight.

Carlos strolled to the bed, rolling his lean hips and making his dick tap his belly with each step. He stopped and turned his back to them and Troy knew they were going to get a show.

Sure enough, Carlos glanced over his shoulder at them as he pulled one ass cheek aside. Troy’s mouth tingled seeing the whirl of his pucker framed by dark hair. “Can I—” He licked his lips.

“Me too,” Will begged. “Please?”

Carlos backed up and bent at the waist. “I know you asked first,” he said, looking at Troy, “but once I’m up on you, I ain’t getting down until we’re both fucked out.”

“’Kay,” was the best Troy could get out then because Will was pushing his face right in between Carlos’ cheeks.

“Lick it, let me feel it, baby.”

Troy reached for his own shaft and ringed the base with finger and thumb. He tilted his head and watched Will eat Carlos’ ass. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the air, mixing with Troy’s panted breaths and Carlos’ orders and praise. By the time Carlos had Will stop, Will was jerking himself off.

Carlos got on the bed and straddled Troy’s chest backwards, putting his ass right
there
where Troy could get to it. Troy clasped Carlos’ thighs and went to town, tongue-fucking his wet, gaping hole.

Carlos was calling the shots. When he hissed louder than a balloon leaking air and started knee-walking away from Troy’s face, Troy could have sung for joy. His dick was so hard it ached from his groin to his eyeballs. He heard the snap of the lube cap. Carlos shoved a hand between his cheeks, then he lined Troy’s cock up and sank down on it so quickly Troy was overwhelmed with sensations. Carlos’ ass was mind-boggling tight, and so hot it was almost too much. Troy bellowed and arched, his ribs and the pain there forgotten as pleasure suffused his body.

Carlos didn’t give him time to adjust. He set a hard, fast ride, coming up until the underside of Troy’s crown tugged at his rim before sliding down again.

“C’mere, Will,” he heard Carlos say, then all he could do was pant and moan as Will got in front of Carlos. Will’s back was to them both, and every time Carlos came up, an “Unh” sound left Will. Carlos didn’t rise up as far, fucking Will again at the same time he rode Troy’s dick.

Carlos sat down hard and pulled Will into his lap. Sharp, rapid thrust of his hips, and fierce constricting of his inner walls brought Troy to climax from one heartbeat to the next. He didn’t feel the slow build up, the warming and pooling and anticipation. His release overpowered him, blacking his vision and leaving him voiceless as he shot his release into Carlos’ ass.

When Troy came back to himself, his head feeling like someone had filled it with static and his body heavy with exhaustion, Will was on one side of him and Carlos on the other. That was good enough for him, and all he needed to know just then.

Chapter Thirteen

Will tucked his bag of goodies under the seat then went to meet Drake at the store. He felt bad leaving the man alone even for a while after he’d got tested, but Drake had assured him he’d be fine. The results for his HIV test wouldn’t be in for up to three days. The test in the office had shown negative, but considering Drake’s risk factors since his ex was positive—and had been for an unknown period of time—the nurse had recommended a more extensive test. Even an all-clear on it wasn’t a sure thing, and Will found himself scared to believe that Drake was negative. And if he was scared to hope, how must Drake feel?

Will found him in the produce aisle. Drake had a smile for him, and it almost even reached Drake’s eyes. “Get your errand taken care of?”

“Yeah, I did. Do you need me to get anything here?” Will wanted to ask Drake if he needed a hug.

“Nah, I’m done. Well.” He plucked a fat red onion out of a bin. “Now I’m done. Bag this.” Drake tossed him the onion and Will caught it. He put it in a bag while Drake wheeled the grocery cart to the registers. Will joined him and put the onion on the conveyor belt once they got close enough to it. They unloaded the basket and after they’d paid and were loaded up and heading home, Will decided to just ask.

“Are you feeling okay?” Well, that was a dumb question. “I mean, not okay, but—”

“I know what you mean,” Drake said, saving Will from making a bigger fool of himself. “And I don’t know about feeling okay, but I’m not feeling like I’ll die tomorrow. That’s how I felt when Rigo called me at first, and when he wouldn’t answer me about how long he’d had HIV or when he’d become aware of having it, I just thought I was going to fall apart worse than I did. But here’s what I’ve realised.” Drake hitched one leg up as he turned to face Will.

“I can’t change anything that’s happened. If I have HIV, I have to accept that and do everything I can to take care of myself. No more selfish jerks for boyfriends, and I’m sure there’s a million other lifestyle changes I’ll have to make. There’s a lot to take in, and today I’m okay. Tomorrow I might be a blubbering mess. Who knows. I want to keep as busy as I can though until I get the results back. Keep me from dwelling on it completely.” Drake sighed then and settled into more of a slouch. “I bought more gloves, too. I’ve been wearing them ever since Rigo called.”

Will hadn’t noticed that at first, but a couple of mornings after, Carlos had mentioned it after they’d had dinner. “We appreciate you being honest and trusting us.” He saw Drake shrug.

“I don’t have anyone else, but you, Carlos and Troy are good people, and I try to be. I would have told you anyway.”

Will’s phone chimed and he plucked it from his pocket. A tap and he was talking to Carlos. “Hey, stud, you calling to tell me how much you miss me?”

“You know I do,” Carlos said after chuckling. “But on top of that, I just heard from Glenn again. He told me last night he was expecting a call about Freddie Jr. Turns out he was moved to a hospital in Bozeman.”

Will slowed the truck down. “You want me to go check on him?”

“Might make Troy happy to know how the kid was doing. Glenn said tell the front desk nurse he sent you. Someone he knows is handling the whole privacy issue. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting in. Take Drake with you if you want.”

“I’ll leave that up to him.” Will slowed even more. He checked for traffic, saw none, and made a U-turn. “Do you want to talk dirty to me before we hang up?”

“Now why would I want to have you sportin’ wood with another man in the truck?” Carlos asked. “Be careful, call if you need me. Love you, Will.”

Damn. Will went soft and gooey inside. “Love you too, cowboy.”

Drake’s exaggerated sigh was kind of cute. Will winked at him.

“I bet you hear it a lot from people who know about you, Carlos and Troy, but daaaamn, talk about hot. Depressing, too, because you each have two good men and I can’t even snag one.” Drake said it with a smile, so Will didn’t think he was serious about the depressing part. “So, why are we going back to Bozeman? Are the cold foods in danger?”

“Seems nippy enough outside that they should be all right, don’t you think?” Will asked. “There’s an empty ice chest in the back seat we can use, too.”

Drake craned his neck and rose up on his knee to peer over the headrest of his seat. “Huh. I didn’t see that. I guess I should pay more attention.”

“You had other things on your mind.” And Will could have kicked himself for saying so. He rushed on, hoping to cover his faux pas. “You remember the young man whose father beat him up?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s who we’re going to see. Should be weird because I don’t know him and he’s never met me, but Troy would like to know how he’s doing. Fortunately we have a former FBI agent for a friend and he’s cleared the way for me to get in to see Freddie.”

About that time Will’s phone buzzed, letting him know he had a text. He handed the phone to Drake. “Can you read that to me?”

“Sure.” Drake took the phone. “It’s the address for the hospital.”

Will snorted. “Yeah, I guess that’d be handy to have. I didn’t even think, just turned around and started driving back to town.”

“I can type it into your nav app if you want.”

“That’d be great.”

It took him almost an hour to find the hospital thanks to a wreck on the highway and his nav’s insistence on sending him searching for streets that didn’t exist. Finally he parked in the lot. He and Drake loaded the cold foods into the cooler then locked the truck up, Drake having decided to come in with him.

The hospital was decent-sized, and clean enough as such things went. Will hated the smell of the place. It smelt like a hospital, as if the invisible battle between germs and cleaners actually had an odour, the same for all germs and cleaning products combined.

“I’m almost ready to believe that all hospitals use the same chemical-smelling air freshener,” he groused before they reached the front desk.

“They do reek,” Drake said faintly.

Will stopped and turned to his friend, giving Drake a solid once-over. The man looked pale and nervous. “Hey, maybe this isn’t a good idea for you after all.”

Drake shook himself, then rolled his shoulders. “No, no, it’s fine. I can’t be so…so moody.”

“I would be.” Will didn’t even doubt it. “I would be a complete head case, even—”
Oh shit!

“Even after the test in the office was negative,” Drake finished for him. “It’s okay, Will. I won’t pretend it isn’t happening, even if I wish it weren’t. I keep thinking if I just hadn’t let Rigo fuck me that last time…” He rubbed at his eyes then blinked. “Enough of that. I can’t go there.”

“Yeah, Carlos always says the what-ifs and could-haves should be avoided or they’ll take over your mind.” Will touched Drake’s arm, just a pat to let him know he was touchable. Will had read a new article where a man who had HIV said the worst part was no one would touch him, and he didn’t want Drake to feel that way. People needed touches, and hugs, and friendly pats.

At the front desk, a male nurse with a receding hairline and a huge smile greeted them. Despite the whole vanishing hair thing, Will figured the man to be around his own age, maybe a few years older. He was friendlier than a lot of nurses Will had met.

“Hi. A friend of ours is in the hospital, and we were told—”

“Oh, I bet you two are here to see Freddie! Great!”

Will felt one of his eyebrows crawling up and quickly got himself under control. That was a lot of exuberance for anyone to have, and that was saying something coming from him.

“So my boss said to bring you straight back—like I know straight.” The nurse giggled. “Anyway, Freddie’s back this way. Chuckie—he’s my boss—he used to work for the FBI. Not that he said so, but everyone knows everyone else’s business around here. And gossip? Oh honeys, doctors out-gossip us nurses any day of the week, and we are constantly yammering about someone or another. There can be so much bad stuff at a hospital that we like to get our kicks where we can. And oh! I’m Landon, the one and only. There’s not another like me in the world!”

Will would bet there wasn’t. Two hyper blabbermouths like Landon would have to cause some kind of interstellar combustion, a chain of explosions from star to star and planet to planet—or just a complete desire to press the BOOM button for planet Earth. Anything to escape twice the talking and bounciness. Drake was wincing constantly, like each step was painful. Will totally understood that. Landon was just too much.

“Here’s his room. Let me just peek in first and make sure he isn’t peeing in the urinal jug or anything like that.”

“What else ‘like that’ could there be?” Drake asked once Landon was in the room.

“No freakin’ idea.”

The door opened and Landon stuck his head out. “He’s asleep. You can come in and see him. Maybe he’ll wake up.”

Landon flitted out and Will and Drake went in. Will whispered, “Guess having to keep it down was too much of a challenge for Landon.”

“S’why I faked being asleep.”

Will squeaked in surprise, he couldn’t help it. He looked at the form on the bed. Freddie was covered in bruises, and there were tubes and wires connected to him, reminding Will of a cyborg since he’d just read the best sci-fi book a day before.

“Sorry,” Freddie slurred. Or was it Fred Jr? Will was going to confuse himself, so he just used the most effective method to find out and asked.

“Is it Fred, Fred Jr, or Freddie?”

“Anthony.”

“Well, now I’m
really
fucking confused.” Maybe they were in the wrong room. Landon had been flighty enough—
God, just think about having him as my nurse!
“I guess—”

“S’right room. Frederick Anthony Bell. No more Fred.”

“FAB? Really? That’s—”

“Anthony,” Fred-Freddie-Anthony said. Will shoved the other two names into his mental garbage bin and told himself to call the kid Anthony like he asked.

“Okay, well, Anthony, I’m—”

“I know.”

Will was going to get irked quickly if he got interrupted again. “You know what?”

“Who you are. Not him,” Anthony gestured towards Drake.

“I’m Will,” Will got out then he put a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “This is Drake. He’s a friend, and our cook out at the Mossy G.”

Anthony swallowed. His throat clicked and Will figured since he didn’t have any tubes in his mouth, he could have a drink. He spotted the plastic pitcher and cup beside the bed. “Do you want a drink?”

“Please.”

Anthony said it so pitifully that Will’s chest ached for the kid. He went to the stand and poured some water in the cup. A straw was laid out so Will put it in the cup then carefully held the straw to Anthony’s lips. This close, he could see the kid’s eyes were a deep green, the colour made deeper, he’d bet, by all the bruising. Anthony’s nose had a hook to it, like it’d been broken once or twice, but there was no brace or even a bandage on it now so Will assumed it wasn’t damaged beyond some swelling. Anthony sipped at the water. When he was done he pushed the straw away with his tongue. During the entire time, he hadn’t looked away from Will. It was creepy.

“You called me.”

Will jerked back and almost dropped the cup. There was that creepy thing again. Anthony looked like he was…was crushing on Will.
Shit.

Anthony’s eyes gleamed. “It was you, I know it was. You—”

There was no need to let the kid get the wrong idea.
Or more of a wrong idea, whatever.
“I was calling because Troy was afraid you’d been seriously hurt, and he was right.” Will cocked his head, one question bouncing around insistently inside his head. “How did you even know it was me? I’ve never talked to you in person. I wouldn’t have thought you’d know what my voice sounded like.”

Guilt, that was what Will saw in the kid’s expression. Will barely kept from glaring, suspicion prickling his spine. “Tell me,” he demanded, trying his best to sound like Carlos.

Anthony rolled his head away and closed his eyes. “Heard you before. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. At first I was mad and it helped me not to do something stupid. More stupid, like kill myself.”

“Nothing’s ever that bad,” Will snapped, his temper flitting free for a moment before he got it under control again. He had a bad feeling that he knew what Anthony
wasn’t
saying. “You’re the one who did it. You sprayed that crap all over the barns, the sheds and—”

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Anthony started to sob. Will was torn between bitching the kid out and giving him a hug. Considering the way Anthony had been eyeing him minutes ago, Will settled for talking.

“Look, I understand what you’ve been through.”

Anthony choked on a denial, but Will shut him down. “I do. I have the scars to prove it, inside and out. I didn’t let it ruin me, though—”

“You’re just a better man than me,” Anthony said bitterly.

“If you interrupt me again, you’ll be wearing the rest of the ice water that’s in the pitcher,” Will warned, lifting the container. Drake laughed behind him and Will gave him a look, daring him to doubt him.

Drake held up both hands. “I believe you.”