Cowboy Way (11 page)
let Jake steer him toward the bed, pushing himself as close to him as possible without tripping him. When Ryan felt the back of his knees hit the bed, he let go of Jakes neck to get on it, being careful of Jakes sore muscles.
He scooted back up the bed toward the pillows, and his breath was taken away by the predatory gleam in Jakes eyes as he crawled after Ryan. When his hands reached Ryans ankles, he ran them up his legs, over his hips, across his stomach, never stopping the exploring that was really him worshipping the body of the man he loved.
He settled himself in the vee of Ryans legs, one hand on his hip, the other supporting his weight. Ryans hands touched him everywhere, and they were both aware of the fact that they could have lost everything that night. It made everything sharper and richer, made every touch more intense, every kiss full of gratitude.
As their eyes met, their hearts swelled, and Ryans hands came up to pull Jake down to fully rest his weight on him, needing the weight of him, needing every inch to touch, so he could remind himself that Jake was still there, alive, unhurt, and he wasnt alone again.
Jake closed his eyes for a moment and saw horses legs flying, heading toward Ryan, and he shuddered. He had come so close, and he was pretty sure that Ryan had no idea how close he came to being severely injured, or even killed. He wouldnt tell him. He had an idea that Ryan would be pissed if he knew that Jake had deliberately sacrificed himself to save him. And a pissed-off Ryan would not be nearly as fun right now. That thought made him smile, and he opened his eyes to see that smile reflected back at him. It was breathtaking.
He dove in and captured Ryans lower lip between his teeth, causing him to gasp before growling and biting back. They couldnt seem to touch each other enough, and they were both thrusting against each other. Jake guessed that long and slow was gonna have to wait till next time.
Ryan loved how Jake felt stretched out across him, but he had other ideas for today. He wanted Jake to take it easy, as much as possible, so he had a plan. Or as much of a plan as he could have when confronted by his naked, very aroused boyfriend.
“I want you to fuck me, Jake. I need to feel you inside me.” He reached up to suck an earlobe between his teeth and bit down, just a little. He felt Jakes cock twitch, and it made him roll his hips, grinding them together.
Jake reached for the drawer, grabbing the supplies he needed before turning his full attention back to the writhing man under him. He kissed his way down Ryans body, paying attention to all the sensitive spots hed discovered and discovering a few more. The tender crease where thigh meets torso made Ryan squirm in pleasure when Jake nuzzled his nose there and took a deep breath, the smell of Ryan overwhelming him. He ignored Ryans throbbing cock and slid his mouth down to taste between his thighs. He had something he wanted to try, but he wasnt sure Ryan would let him.
He slid his hands up behind Ryans knees, pushing them up and out, exposing more of Ryan to his ministrations. He kissed down the very sensitive and slightly ticklish skin of Ryans inner thigh before leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin behind his balls. This coaxed a shocked moan from Ryans throat, and Jake loved how it sounded. He wanted more. He reached out his tongue and used it to slide along the soft skin that led back to that tempting pink pucker.
“Oh God, Jake, what…?” But his words were cut off when Jakes tongue passed over that sensitive muscle. Ryan cried out in pleasure and instinctively grabbed his own legs, pulling back, leaving Jakes hands free for more interesting things. He used his hands to pull Ryans ass cheeks further apart and opened Ryan with his tongue, seeing what would make the most delicious noise come from him. Ryan was almost sobbing in pleasure, and when Jakes hand slid down his cock, it was too much for him. He came with a shout, shaking so hard Jake thought he was gonna break.
He licked his way back up Ryans body, cleaning the sticky mess off of his stomach and chest with his tongue, loving the taste of him. Once Ryan had control over his movements again, he anxiously pulled Jake up so he could kiss him.
Jake just grinned. “Saw it on Tube8, and it looked like fun.”
Ryan couldnt help but chuckle. “Oh it was, baby, it was.” He had a mischievous look on his face. “But maybe I can surprise you?”
He rolled them over so that he was on top of Jake, straddling his waist. He kissed him senseless before grabbing the bottle of lube and Jakes hand. He drizzled the thick liquid over those long fingers, and never breaking eye contact, he directed Jakes hand back to his entrance. One finger circled it gently and then slid in. At Ryans breathless groan, Jake swallowed and started sliding it in and out, then added another finger. By the time he added the third, Ryan was hard again, and his hips were jerking forward every time Jake hit his prostate. Finally, Ryan had enough of waiting.
He slid back a little, grabbing Jakes rock-hard dick at the base, and rolled a condom on before raising up and slowly lowering himself back down. He felt Jakes hands at his hips, helping guide him, supporting him, and it made him feel loved and safe.
When he was fully seated, he stopped to breathe and to let himself adjust. When he was ready, he leaned down for another kiss.
“Ready, baby? Im gonna make you feel so good.” Jake could only nod, words made impossible by the feeling of being so close to Ryan.
Ryan slowly slid up before slamming back down, Jakes cock pressing on his prostate, sending waves of pleasure up his spine. He found a rhythm and leaned back, balancing with his hands on Jakes thighs, causing an erotic drag on the thick cock inside him, slowly driving Jake out of his mind.
There was no way Jake could just lie there and not touch that beautiful dick, swaying in front of him, so he brought one hand from Ryans hip to wrap it in a tight grip.
“Jake… ahhhhh.” Oh God, how hot was that? Ryan saying his name, like what he was feeling was the most amazing thing he had ever felt in his life. Jake drizzled a little of the lube over the hand that was holding Ryan, and the slick just added to Ryans pleasure.
For Jake, it was the hottest, most intense thing he had ever seen. He was soon thrusting up, trying to get further into that hot, wet heat, to have more of Ryan surrounding him.
Ryan leaned forward again, hands on Jakes chest, sweat dripping off his face. Their eyes locked, and the love shining out of Ryans eyes was the thing that pushed him over the edge. He arched up, almost bucking Ryan off, coming so fast and hard it was almost painful and then falling bonelessly back on the bed, his hand still on Ryans hard cock.
Ryan slid off Jake, pulling off the condom and tying it off and throwing it to the floor. He grabbed Jake by the hips and flipped him over, and Jake went willingly.
Ryan opened the lube again, slicking his own fingers this time, and slid one into Jake, who gave a growling moan at the feeling. Ryan prepared him as quickly as he could, urged on by the throbbing in his dick. When Jake was ready, he pulled him to his knees, head resting on a pillow clutched in his arms.
Ryan unrolled the condom, slicked up his cock, and gently pushed in. God, he was never gonna get over how tight Jakes ass was. He was worried that it was all too much for his boyfriend, but Jake was pushing back, impaling himself harder onto Ryan.
Ryan just waited for a second, hands massaging all that pale skin in front of him, enjoying the feeling of being able to just touch. And then he started moving, shallow thrusts that kept his cock banging against Jakes prostate, causing little whimpers to fall from his lips.
Ryan loved the way this felt, how deep it let him go into Jake, but he wanted his arms around him. So he leaned forward and wrapped himself around Jakes chest, pulling him up so that he was practically in Ryans lap. Ryan thrust up into Jake, while Jake felt like he was falling, but he liked it.
His head fell back onto Ryans shoulder, and Ryan started whispering things in his ear.
“Love you so much, baby. Feels so good to be in you.” He bit at Jakes earlobe before continuing.
“Wanna make love to you forever, Jake. Me in you, you in me, cant decide which I want more.” One of Ryans hands was playing with Jakes nipples while the other went down to very gently hold Jakes still-hard cock in his hand, knowing it would be overly sensitive.
Jake felt surrounded by warmth and love, and it was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. He reached back to hold Ryan against him, never wanting to let him go. Ryans thrusts were getting erratic, and Jake knew he was about to come. He turned his head and bit at Ryans neck before kissing the spot. He moved his lips to the shell of Ryans ear, licking around it.
“Feel so good in me, baby. I love how your cock feels in me. Come for me now, I wanna feel that too.”
The last word wasnt even out of his mouth when Ryan thrust up, harder than before, and the pulsing of Ryans cock in his ass pushed Jake over the edge again, releasing all over Ryans hand and his own thighs.
Ryan brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean, causing an impossible twitch in Jake dick, before carefully lowering them both to their sides. He gently pulled free of Jake and removed the condom, throwing this one beside the other.
Jake twisted in his arms, pulling Ryan close and tucking his head under his chin. Ryan lay with his head against Jakes chest, comforted by the sound of his slowing heartbeat. Their legs were tangled together, and he knew they were gonna be sorry for not cleaning up right away, but sleep was claiming him, and he was fading fast when he heard Jakes quiet voice.
“Love you, Ryan.”
Ryan just snuggled closer. “Mmmm, love you too, babe.”
They drifted off, both feeling like they had finally found the place they needed to be.
watched Ryan playing with the new colts and laughed. He was like a kid when it came to those babies. They were only a month old, and they followed Ryan around like a couple of little puppies, only with longer legs. They knew he had carrots in his back pocket, and they kept nipping at his butt.
“Hey, be careful, that hurt, brat.” Ryan rubbed the spot where the colt had gotten a little too close with his teeth. Then he gave them the carrots.
Jake came over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, his own hands skimming down to grab that perfect ass.
“Yeah, Kaos, that ass belongs to me.” He leaned down and nipped his own mark into the soft skin showing at the neckline of Ryans shirt. “And Im the only one who gets to bite it!” Ryan shivered in pleasure before pulling the taller man down for a kiss.
“Hmmm, only if I get to bite back.” Jake felt that smile against his mouth and thanked the fates again for the impulse that led Ryan to apply for this job.
It had been three months since that fateful day, and the difference in his life was nothing short of a miracle. Jake hadnt felt so loved since his grandmother was alive.
Things hadnt been perfect. There were folks in town who had stopped talking to him when they found out he was gay and that he and Ryan were a couple, but for the most part, the important people were very accepting.
They had been invited to the vets house for dinner a couple of times a month, and they had hosted a few dinners themselves. Ben Johnson was well on his way to a divorce, and he and the lovely sheriff seemed to be getting closer and closer. Bens soon-to-be-ex-wife Jen had been convicted of assault and given probation. She had packed up and left town, and not a soul was sad to see her go. Both of the rescued horses had birthed their foals, and Bellas wounds had recovered nicely, with the help of Ryans poultice. Yes, things were definitely looking up.
Except for one thing. Ryan missed his family desperately. But whenever Jake brought up going home for a visit, Ryan would just say no, he wasnt ready yet, and he wouldnt talk about it.
Jake barely admitted to himself that he was scared to push it. He was afraid that if Ryan went to see his family, he might not come home. And Jake wasnt sure he could live without Ryan in his life.
But he loved Ryan more than anything, so he was bound and determined to try.
He let go of Ryan and took his hand, leading him back to the house and onto the porch swing. They sat, pressed together from shoulder to hip, just rocking comfortably.
“So, I talked to your mom today.” He felt Ryan stiffen. He rubbed his thumb over Ryans knuckles, having discovered that it was a very effective way of calming him. “She would really like to see you for Thanksgiving, Ryan. They miss you a lot.”
Ryan was looking away from him, but Jake could hear the pain in his voice. “I cant go back there, Jake. You know why.” But he wanted to, he wanted to so desperately. Seeing his folks once or twice a year wasnt enough.
“Babe, I know youre scared, and you dont want anyone to get hurt.” There was someone Jake would like to hurt, but he just kept playing with Ryans fingers, trying to calm him, so he could be reasoned with. “But your family needs to see you, and you need to see them.”
Jakes voice constricted with the thought of spending another Thanksgiving alone, but he was ready to, for Ryans sake.
Ryan heard the pain in Jakes voice. He turned to look at him. He saw how much Jake was hurting. Jake had no one, just him. Ryan had a whole family waiting for him in Galesburg, if he could just find the courage to get there.
He gave Jake a watery smile, then took a deep breath and plunged in. “Well, I hope you dont think that you are going to get out of doing the dishes just because youre new to the family” His smile got bigger when he saw the confusion on Jakes face.
“Did you think I was going to go alone? I dont think so.”
Jake was shaking his head. “Ryan, I wasnt invited. I am not going to gatecrash Thanksgiving dinner.” He wanted to go, though, in his heart of hearts.
Ryan reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed his grandmothers number and put the phone on speaker.
When his grandmother answered, he started in. “Gramma, Jake says he wont come for Thanksgiving dinner with me because he wasnt invited. What do you have to say about that?” Jake was mortified.
“Ryan, is that you, baby boy? What do you mean, hes not coming? Wait, youre coming for Thanksgiving dinner? Oh my goodness, Ryan, really?” She started to cry. “Jake Evans, if you arent behind my boy when he walks in the door, Ill come and get you myself, do you hear?” It was a voice that brooked no argument, and Jake could feel the grin split his face.
“Yes, maam. Ill be there. I promise.”
“Good, now no more nonsense from you. Oh, Ryan, your folks are gonna be so happy. I cant wait to tell them.”
“Gramma, wait. Dont tell them, okay? I want it to be a surprise, alright?”
“Alright, but this had better not be a way to get out of it. Dont make me come get you, either. Got it, angel boy?”
“Its not, I promise. Ill talk to you later, Gramma. I have to go and let Jake give me heck for pulling this on him.”
They could hear her chuckle. “All right, darlin. I love you. And Jake? Thank you so much.”
“Love you too, Gram.”
“Youre welcome, Mrs. Andrews.”
They hung up, and Jake turned to Ryan with an unreadable expression on his face. He stood up and walked a few steps away, his back to Ryan. “I am going to go and spend Thanksgiving with a whole family of people?”
Ryan got a little worried. “Im sorry, Jake. If you dont want to go, you dont have to. I wont force you.” He turned his head away, eyes filling with tears.
Jake turned at the heartbroken tone in Ryans voice. He walked back quickly, dropping to his knees in front of Ryan, who was still on the swing. He reached up and cradled Ryans face in his hands, and when Ryan looked into his eyes, he could see tears shining there too.
Jake leaned in and kissed Ryan gently. “Baby, you dont have any idea, do you? I cant wait to go and meet all the people who make up your life. I cant wait for a real Thanksgiving dinner, not one at a mess hall, or sitting in silence with Mikayla and my father. One like my grandmother used to have.” He kissed Ryans forehead and his cheeks before wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. “Just one more gift youve given me.”
Ryan wrapped himself around Jake, kissing the top of his head. “I was scared.”
Jake pulled back a bit, looking into those coffee-colored eyes. “Why?”
Ryan tried to duck his head, to get away from that probing look, but Jake wouldnt let him. “Because I thought you didnt want to deal with my… issues.” He looked back up. “I cant promise its all going to be happy, Jake. Before I left, people were really mad at me. They all believed I tried… to, to….” His voice broke, and so did Jakes heart.
He stood up quickly, pulling Ryan into his arms. “Shit, dont, babe, please. You didnt do anything. You know it, I know it, and your family knows it.” Ryan shifted himself closer to Jake, his head pressed up against his heart, tears soaking his shirt. “That boy panicked and threw you under a bus to save himself. I bet no one says anything anyhow, and if they do, Ill be right beside you, okay?”
Ryan was worried, though. How would Jake react to people calling him names, assuming the worst of him? Jake didnt deserve it, and Ryan was so sad to think that he might bring it on him. Jake had never really experienced that ugly side of being gay. The people here who hadnt accepted him had just stopped talking to him. There? It would be a different story.
“Maybe you shouldnt go.” He mumbled it against Jakes shirt. Jake was still for a second, a little hurt, until he figured out what was going on.
“No way, cowboy, you are not getting out of this one. You promised me an Andrews Thanksgiving, and thats what Im gonna get.” He pulled Ryans face away from his chest, looking him in the eye. “Whatever else happens? Well get through it together.” He had to kiss him. Ryan was like this magnetic force in his universe. He leaned in, a gentle press of lips, until he felt Ryan relax into it. Then he let himself get lost in it, loving the feeling of falling into Ryan. His tongue came out, licked across Ryans lower lip, seeking permission and finding it. Jake was pretty sure there was nothing as perfect as Ryans mouth.
When he pulled back, there was still a shadow of doubt in Ryans eyes. “Dont you know, Ryan? Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you. Not cowardly boys, not stupid, mindless idiots who believed a lie, nothing. I love you more than anything.”
He smiled at Ryans wide eyes, red from crying, along with his nose, lips kiss swollen, hair a mess. He was beautiful. Jake sat back down on the swing, pulling Ryan down to straddle him. He snaked his arms around that slim waist, pulling him as close as he could. Ryans head fell to his shoulder, and he kissed his way into Jakes neck. Licking and kissing his way up from his collarbone to behind his ear before wrapping both arms around Jakes neck and assaulting his mouth.
He could kiss Jake for hours. Sometimes he did. But he had other things on his mind besides kissing right now. He pulled back to look at his ravaged boyfriend, satisfied by the dazed expression on his face. It made him proud that he was the one to put it there.
“You say the most amazing, completely breathtaking things to me. Thats some mouth you have on you, Mr. Evans! And its all mine.” He gently bit Jakes lower lip before teasing his way into his mouth.
Jakes hand explored Ryans back before sliding down to slip under the waistband of his jeans, a little disappointed that this was not one of the many days Ryan went commando. He ran his hands up his back, pushing off his shirt as he went, before curling his hands around Ryans shoulders from behind. He pulled him back, kissing down his throat, nibbling his way across his shoulder, using he hands to pull him higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He could feel the moans vibrating out of Ryans chest, and he knew he would never get tired of that sound.
“Babe, I think we should move this somewhere more, uhm, stable, dont you?” Ryan nodded, but he was clearly not happy with being made to move.
“Come on, upstairs. Ill make it worth your while, promise.” Ryan knew that Jake kept his promises. He got up, helped Jake up and then pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the swing. He fastened his mouth to a pink nipple, biting it before licking away the pain.
“Tell me again why we converted the bedroom downstairs to an office? A bed in there would have been real convenient.”
Jake groaned. “Because, oh fuck, that feels good, we needed… shit… a place to do… ngh… paperwork.” He finally grunted the answer out, but Ryan wasnt listening anymore. He pulled off, grabbed Jakes hand, and pulled him in the door. They werent making it up to the bedroom tonight.