Chapter Eleven

The sounds of singing faded, and Kyle smiled at the people gathered around him. It was a small group. A few of the older ranch hands who had known him since he was a kid. Jose and his mother stood on one side of the table, discreetly holding hands. Kyle couldn’t have been happier at the sight of how much Jose cared for Kyle’s mother. A hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed softly. He didn’t even grimace as his fading bruises twinged slightly with pain at the touch.

Glancing up, he grinned up at Duncan who stood next to him. Maybe it was that Duncan was there with him that made this the best birthday he’d ever had. Tonight, he planned to collect his personal present from his lover. He knew Duncan had to leave tomorrow to go back to his own ranch, and Kyle wasn’t sure when he’d be able to see the man next. The break was four-and-a-half weeks, then Duncan would go back out on the tour. Kyle knew he wouldn’t be going out, not unless Duncan wanted him to go with him.

He didn’t look forward to meeting up with either his brother or his father, but he couldn’t avoid it. They would show up at the ranch at some point. He shrugged. His mother, Jose and he would deal with that when it happened.

“Make a wish and blow out the candles,” his mother ordered as she set the birthday cake down in front of him.

Kyle stared at the flickering flames and made his wish. He let his hand drop down and trailed his fingers over Duncan’s knee, hidden by the table. A sharp indrawn breath made him look up. Duncan’s gaze devoured him, giving him an idea he wasn’t the only one in need.

After the cake was served, Kyle thanked everyone for coming before he gestured for Duncan to grab his plate and come with him. They wandered down to the barn where Kyle stabled Benjy. He gave Benjy some carrots while Duncan finished his cake. After setting the empty plate and fork on the desk in the office, Duncan slipped his arms around Kyle’s waist and drew him tight to his chest. Kyle ran his fingers through Duncan’s hair, loving the feel of the man’s chest against his and the way their erections lined up perfectly.

“Are you ready for your present?” Duncan murmured as he kissed along Kyle’s chin.

“Oh, yes.”

“Good, then come with me.” Duncan led him to the last stall in the barn, which was empty except for a pile of blankets and a small brown bag.

Kyle shot his lover a questioning look.

“Strip and lay down,” Duncan told him.

“What if someone comes out here?” he asked, even as he reached for the buttons on his shirt.

“No one will. The night feeding is done. No reason to come out here.”

Kyle tossed his clothes over his shoulder as he stripped, not worried about where they landed. He sat on the blanket and leaned back, spreading his legs in open invitation. He was glad his muscles were only slightly sore.

Duncan knelt and crawled over to him, settled between his thighs and licked his balls once before sucking one into his warm mouth.

“Shit.” Kyle moaned, pinching his nipple and shivering at the tiny bit of pain.

He shuddered as Duncan took his other ball into his mouth and slapped it with his tongue. Duncan slid his hands under Kyle’s ass and lifted him, giving his fingers better access to Kyle’s hole. His muscles clenched when Duncan rubbed his opening and Kyle moaned.

“It’s been too long,” he mumbled as he reached down to pet Duncan’s head.

Duncan chuckled and glanced up at him. “It’s only been four days or something like that.”

Kyle blushed, but nodded. “Like I said, it’s been too long since I’ve had you in me.”

“I’ve created a monster. Who knew you’d turn into such a slut?”

The affection in Duncan’s voice told Kyle the man wasn’t insulting him.

“Yeah, well, it helps when I’m crazy about the guy who’s fucking me.”

A quick wink and Duncan went back to tasting Kyle. Kyle let his head fall back as Duncan licked from the soft patch of skin behind his balls all the way to the top of his crease and back, stopping to play with his opening.

He protested when Duncan moved away, but an undignified squeak burst out as Duncan flipped him onto his stomach. He braced his hands to keep from banging his chin on the floor.

“Give a guy some warning before you start flipping him like a pancake,” he complained.

Duncan grunted, and Kyle assumed it was an apology. He leaned down on his elbows and canted his hips, giving Duncan the perfect angle.

“Shit.”

Tremors shook Kyle as Duncan spread his ass cheeks and pushed his tongue as far into his ass as he could. He rocked back and groaned as Duncan shoved two fingers in, along with his tongue, on the next thrust. Pants filled the air as Duncan used fingers, tongue, and his thumbs to stretch Kyle enough there wouldn’t be any pain when they got to the real fucking.

“Please, Duncan. I’m ready,” Kyle pleaded a few minutes later, his own cock leaking pre-cum on the blanket under him.

Cool air drew goose bumps on his skin as Duncan moved away. Kyle rested his forehead on his arms and continued rocking, his desire seething throughout his body. The crinkle of the foil wrapper caught his attention and he peeked under his arm to watch Duncan roll the condom onto his shaft.

“You are so damn hot,” he stated, mentally whimpering at the thought of Duncan’s cock filling him up.

“Are you okay? No pain or anything?” Duncan smoothed his hands over Kyle’s ass before squirting some slick down his crease.

Shaking his head, he spread his knees a little more, allowing Duncan to move closer and work the lube into Kyle’s channel. “No, I’m good. I’ll probably be sore later, but don’t stop.”

Duncan’s thumbs loosened his hole, relaxing it once more before Duncan slid them out and positioned the head of his cock at the puckered ring. Slipping together, Kyle took Duncan in like a hand fitting into a glove. Their bodies worked, giving and taking, until Duncan was seated balls-deep in Kyle. They paused to breathe, letting Kyle’s passage accept the invasion.

Pushing up and back, Kyle signaled he was ready, and Duncan gripped his hips, forgetting, in his lust, about the bruises all ready there. Kyle winced, but needed Duncan more than he needed to escape the pain.

Soon the scent of sweat mingled with sex filled the air, mixing with the musty smell of the hay and horses. Their grunts and low cries echoed through the barn, causing the horses to shift and whinny softly in their stalls.

Each slam of Duncan’s cock into Kyle nailed his gland and drew a soft shout from him. He wanted to take his own cock in hand, but couldn’t risk lifting one of his hands off the floor without slamming into the floor because of Duncan’s forceful thrusts.

“Duncan, I need…”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Duncan wrapped a rough hand around Kyle’s cock, and Kyle moaned as each push in drove his shaft through Duncan’s tight grip. Sweat dripped from Duncan’s chin to trickle over Kyle’s sides. Kyle arched his back as his climax exploded in him and he spilled his cum all over Duncan’s hand.

Duncan kept pumping, milking every drop he could from Kyle. All the time, Kyle’s passion waved through his inner channel, massaging Duncan’s dick and catapulting him over the edge as well. He froze as he filled the condom and started shaking as his energy left him.

Together, they collapsed onto the blanket, Duncan retaining enough blood in his brain to twist at the last minute and land to the right of Kyle. Kyle wrinkled his nose at landing in the wet spot, but couldn’t find the strength to roll out of it. He sighed as Duncan covered their slowly cooling bodies with another blanket and snuggled close.

Kyle had no idea how long they dozed before Duncan stirred and stood. He kept his eyes closed, listening as Duncan fiddled with something. He jumped when a lukewarm cloth stroked over his ass. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he saw Duncan crouched behind him, jeans on and zipped, holding a washcloth.

“We should probably head inside. Don’t want your mom coming out here looking for you because you’re not in your bed.”

Duncan finished cleaning him up and tossed the cloth into a small bag Kyle had noticed when they first got to the stall. He nodded, knowing his body wouldn’t appreciate him spending all night out in the hay.

They got dressed in companionable silence. Duncan gathered the blankets and stuff, while Kyle gave Benjy one last goodnight pat. Duncan slung his arm over Kyle’s shoulder as they made their way back to the house.

The lights were off, so Kyle led the way to his bedroom where they stripped again and slid into bed together. Kyle settled into his favorite position, on his side and held tight to Duncan’s chest. He entwined their fingers and bit his lip, unsure if he should say anything.

“I’m going to miss sleeping like this,” Duncan admitted, his lips brushing Kyle’s neck.

“Yeah. My bed is going to feel empty after you leave.”

Duncan stayed silent for a moment. “I wish I didn’t have to go, but I have to get home, Kyle. I can’t leave Pops taking care of it all. He should’ve retired a long time ago. The stubborn old goat won’t give up all the reins.”

Kyle scooted over onto his back, so he could look at Duncan. “I know you’ve got responsibilities. I wouldn’t think about asking you to abandon your grandpa like that. Just going to miss you is all.”

“It’s not like I’m going to the other side of the world. We’ll see each other as soon as I can arrange something, plus there’s email and cell phones. Also, I want you to come up around Christmas. Pops seemed okay with it.”

Reaching up, Kyle wrapped his hand around the back of Duncan’s head and drew him down for a kiss. Slow and gentle, their lips said everything their words couldn’t. Duncan covered Kyle’s body with his own, pressing him into the mattress and making him feel safe.

It didn’t matter if there was a little gray in Duncan’s hair or that the man was only five years younger than Kyle’s father. The most important thing was that when Duncan looked at him, Kyle believed he was the center of Duncan’s world.

They kissed for several minutes, memorizing each other’s taste and body. Finally, they cuddled close, breathing in the same air and drifting to sleep, vowing to work at keeping their relationship alive.