When Thaine wakes up in the hospital after a bull-riding injury, he immediately asks for his lover, Jerry. He has no idea who this man next to his bed is, despite the fact Drew insists they have been an item for the last five years.
Thaine’s best friend, Jesse, calls Jerry. He thinks it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to the new boyfriend, but tells himself it’s unlikely Jerry will come after so many years. He also doesn’t get why Thaine would pass up the opportunity to be with Drew since he’s young, optimistic, and hardworking. In short, everything Jesse ever wanted in a man.
Jerry still carries a torch for his cowboy, so when Thaine asks to go home with him to recover, Jerry agrees. At first they pick up their intense physical relationship right where they left it before the breakup. Jesse, in turn, consoles the now homeless Drew and offers him quite a bit more than a shoulder to cry on. But in the back of all the men’s minds loom Thaine’s lost five years.
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“Yeah, okay.” Drew resisted the urge to go to Jesse, slide his hands over Jesse’s shoulders, and kiss him.
Nice ass too—strong, muscled, meant for touching. Drew took a few steps toward the fire, toward Jesse, drawn to the man, to that solid, quiet strength. To that peace.
Jesse stood and turned toward him, outlined by the fire. Oh. Oh, he was beautiful. Drew closed the space between them, coming close enough so he could feel the heat of Jesse’s body. He tilted his head, eyes on Jesse’s mouth. God, he wanted. He wanted Jesse.
He maybe wanted Jesse more than he wanted Thaine to remember and come back.
A better man would have waited until he was sure, but Drew didn’t wait. He leaned in the last little bit until his lips were up against Jesse’s. Jesse blinked, then wrapped one hand around the back of Drew’s head, tongue pushing right in to taste him. Groaning, Drew opened wide, letting Jesse in as he melted against Jesse’s strong, sturdy body. He wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist.
Jesse held him, tongue taking his mouth, slow and sure, steady. Intense. He’d never had a kiss blow him away like this before. Never. He whimpered softly, fingers wrapped in the material of Jesse’s shirt, holding on as his tongue moved against Jesse’s.
Jesse tugged him close, cock hard and hot against his hip. Oh God, Jesse really wanted him. Really, really. And his own cock was hard, and a tiny part of his brain couldn’t believe he was doing this while the rest of him closed his eyes and felt.
Lean and firm, Jesse’s body rested against him. So hot, and the scent of him rolled through Drew again, all sunshine and hay and musk. A shudder went through him, and he moaned softly, opening wider, giving himself over to the wonderful sensation of being in Jesse’s arms, of being kissed.
One kiss melted into another and another, Jesse’s mouth exploring him, driving him clean out of his mind as Jesse’s mustache tickled him. Drew spread his hands wide, touching as much of Jesse’s back as he could. Jesse’s solid body held him upright, made him want. He felt breathless and light-headed.
Jesse finally lifted his head, watching him, breathing hard. “Damn, Drew.”
He looked up at Jesse, staring into Jesse’s eyes, his own breath gasping out of him. “I never knew.”
Jesse kept holding on. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m really okay.” He kept holding on too, didn’t want to let go. “You?”
“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”
Oh, yeah. “Please.” Now that he’d opened the bottle, there was no way the genie was going back in.
He brought their lips together again, tongue rubbing softly along the inside of Jesse’s lower lip. Jesse’s hand started moving, stroking, loving on him. He couldn’t believe how special he felt from these few kisses and caresses. He could feel the care in every touch, the same care that was always evident in Jesse’s smile and his eyes, but more, immediate.
Drew opened his mouth, teasing Jesse’s tongue back in as his own hands started to move, rubbing slowly up and down along Jesse’s back. They moved together, almost dancing, the crickets and frogs making music for them. As they moved, Drew started needing hard, and he rubbed against Jesse, small whimpers coming from him.
“It’s okay. I got you.” Jesse drew him closer, one thigh pushing between his legs.
“God, Jesse.” That care, that love, nearly had him undone.
He brought their mouths back together again, rubbing against Jesse’s solid thigh. Jesse panted against him, moaning against his lips, hands encouraging him to move and shift and rock. It felt so good, hot and sexy. The fact that this was Jesse, well, that made it even better, made the warmth that had been sitting in his stomach all day spread everywhere.
Drew held his hand against the bulge in Jesse’s jeans, wanting to make sure Jesse was feeling good too. Hard, hot, straining against his touch. Yeah, Jesse was feeling him. Jesse was big—thick, and long.
Moaning into the kiss, Drew thrust his hips harder, rubbing himself against Jesse’s thigh as he groped along Jesse’s cock. He didn’t know if it was because of what had happened with Thaine, because they were out under the big sky, or because it was Jesse himself, but this, this rubbing through clothes, felt better than anything he’d had in a long time.
“You…. I…. Drew.” Jesse’s hands clenched, tugging him closer, the kiss going wild.
He met Jesse’s fierce kiss head on, his hips sawing against Jesse. He was going to come. Really soon. He didn’t stop, though, didn’t back away or slow down; he went for it. Jesse squeezed him tight, hips jerking against him.
Drew tore his mouth away long enough to gasp, “Gonna…,” and then kissed Jesse again, tongue fucking in and out of Jesse’s mouth as his hips jerked, his orgasm moving through his body. He cried out into Jesse’s mouth, spunk filling his jeans.
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