It was a busy day of gathering stones and then they all went to deliver them. Russ got paid with a chicken.
Right away Quincy hugged the bird to him and said, "Betsy."
"That bird seems far too sweet tempered to deserve the name Betsy," Will told him.
"Not Betsy?" Quincy said.
"We could call her supper," Russ said.
Quincy looked at him questioningly, not taking his meaning.
"If you wanted it for supper, you should not have let him make friends with it," Will told him.
"I suppose it might lay some eggs for us," Russ said resigning himself to Quincy's love for the bird.
The bird remained nameless all the way home, where they let it roam freely and peck at whatever she liked. Though nothing kept the bird confined, she did not seem inclined to run off. Quincy followed her around. Whenever she stopped, he crouched next to her and took an interest in anything she pecked at.
"Some wild thing is sure to eat it, but not us, I suppose," Russ said as he went in to make supper.
Before Will could follow him inside, Quincy stopped him. "Papa name Quincy. Name Betsy."
Will figured he meant for him to name the chicken something other than Betsy. He thought about it, looked closely at the reddish brown hen and then glanced toward the cottage door. With his arms crossed over his chest, Russ was leaning in the doorway waiting to hear the chicken's new name.
"All right then. I name this chicken Rusty," Will proclaimed.
"Rusty?" Quincy said and pointed at Russ.
"She's named after our Russ and also her coloring makes me think of the color of rust," Will said.
"Good Rusty," Quincy said and ran back to the chicken to happily inform her of her new name.
Turning to Russ, Will grinned while Russ grumbled. To console him about the chicken, Will went to him and gave him a kiss. "I thought she was a very handsome and manly chicken. That's why I named her after you," Will told him and added another kiss as Russ glared at him.
As night fell, Will resolved that he would stay with Quincy until morning. Though he seemed all right, Will did not want to leave him alone after his grandmother's visit. Will had been sitting with Quincy for a short while when Russ came over and sat down with the two of them.
"You've got both papas with you tonight," Russ said and smiled at Quincy and Will. He thought they would all stay there together, but a bit later, Quincy started pushing at both of them.
"What's this now?" Russ wondered as Quincy's little hands tried to nudge him out of bed.
"This is what he does when he wants me to go to sleep. When I don't take the hint, he pushes me all the way to the cot over there," Will told him.
Hearing this, Russ laughed then leaned down and kissed Quincy on the cheek. "Have it your way then. Good night, little one."
Will wished him good night too, but Russ didn't let him go to the cot. He took Will's hand and led him away to his bedchamber. Happily, Will went off to Russ's bed as had been his habit of late.
Once Russ's bedchamber door was closed, Russ held onto Will's hand and gazed at him. Will went to him, drawn into his strong arms by a light tug from Russ but more yet by his own desire.
They kissed and Russ swung him around then lifted him. He dropped Will on the bed and leaned over him, the look in his eyes feral and possessive. He kissed Will hard making him moan and stoking his desire even more.
Will hooked both his arms and legs around him needing to bring the big man down on top of him. At first, Russ resisted him then lowered himself slowly so that his body covered Will's and pressed him down.
He kissed Will for a long time until he was left breathless and needy under him. Stopping suddenly, Russ got rid of his tunic and Will's as well. Stripped down to the waist wasn't enough. Their britches had to go too. Now both of them were naked, hard and ready for each other.
With a growl low in his throat, Russ pushed him down again. As Will gasped, Russ pinched his nipples a bit then he licked and kissed them. With his arms wrapped around Will's legs Russ pushed him up on the bed then he kissed the inside of his knee and up the inside of his thigh. It was a nice feeling that promised even better.
As yet Russ wasn't ready to fulfill that promise. He moved up one thigh then down the other, teasing Will. Panting, Will called Russ's name and begged him not to be cruel. Russ moaned against his thigh but did not relent. His mouth went everywhere but to Will's cock, which had hardened to steel.
As Will ached with need, Russ tormented him with bites and licks and the groping of his big callused hands. Will was at his mercy, helpless to the pleasure but needing more. Grinning at him, Russ looked at him wickedly and Will glared at him. It was as if he truly meant to drive him mad brushing at Will's manhood but not taking hold of it either with his hand or with his mouth.
"Please, Russ, have mercy," Will whimpered between desperate moans.
Russ laughed then kissed his hip and cupped his ass with both hands. He lowered his head to Will's cock and finally began to pleasure it. But even now there was no end to Will's suffering only need building up endlessly. He felt the pleasure keenly as if his being began and ended where Russ's mouth took possession of him.
He was captive to the furnace of Russ's mouth and helpless to do anything but moan. The fiendish skill of Russ's tongue was like flames lapping at him, devouring him without mercy until he could take no more of the pleasure Russ was giving him.
Will felt the familiar tightening and he knew it would all be worthwhile. When his release came, it was blinding and hot and Will gave himself up to it completely.
Spent and satisfied he kissed Russ and laughed, glad for everything the man had done to him. But then he came out of the haze of utter bliss and realized that payback was called for.
"It is my turn now," Will declared as he eyed Russ challengingly. "I'll make you suffer the same way you did me."
Russ smiled at his threat. "Suffer? Is that what just went on with you?" he asked impudently.
"You are pure wickedness, Russ Mullins, taunting the one you claim to love. Good thing I like you too well to be cross with you. Now let me have what I crave from the depths of my soul," Will said then moved down to settle between Russ's muscled legs.
He was already breathing hard just at the thought of what he was about to do. Though he knew his skill was lacking, he hoped he might have some inborn talent as a torturer to make up for it. He only licked for a while and only sucked to tease Russ and hear him growl and grunt.
As he toyed with Russ's manhood, Will found that he was arousing his own desire until it was unbearable. He reached down his body to take hold of his own cock, then he thought better of it. There was something he longed for far more than the stroking of his own hand and more than he wanted to tease Russ. He wished to find his release with Russ deep inside him.
Releasing his cock and crawling up Russ's body, Will kissed Russ's powerful chest then his mouth. Russ took hold of his thighs and guided him into place until Will's ass was right over his cock. Will arched his back ready to take Russ inside him. With a moan, he pushed down.
Taking Russ's cock was a whole lot of hard work that left Will sweating and gasping his name. But then Will was riding him, sending jolts of pleasure right up his spine. Russ met him with his own thrusts and Will could not hang on for long. Neither of them could. With his head thrown back, Will rode like mad and had Russ releasing his desire inside him.
Will followed right after and collapsed on top of Russ. Happy and fulfilled, he breathed hard while Russ rubbed his hand down to his back and squeezed his well used ass. Will moaned and shivered against him as his body cooled. Growing sleepy-eyed, he indulged in one last, grateful kiss before sleep took him.