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“Oh.” He blinked hard. “My dad is an asshole.”
“Yeah?” Brett kind of swayed with him as if they were dancing. “I think he did me a real favor.”
Oh, hello. He wrapped his arms around Brett’s neck, pressing close. “I like the sound of that. I was thinking you just wanted me for my forge.”
“Huh.” Brett dropped a kiss on his lips. “I’ve been making you something.”
“Can you show me?”
“Not yet.” Brett kissed along his jaw to his neck.
“Awww.” He wanted to touch things.
“Honey, parts of it are molten right now.”
“Oh.” He got that, because ow. “What can you show me?”
“Well…” Brett backed him up against what he thought was some sort of workbench. It hit him right below his hips on his butt, and he leaned back, letting it hold him up some.
Brett took another kiss, harder and deeper this time.
Rowdy had to admit he felt like a kid again, sort of naughty, macking on his lover right out here in the middle of the forgewhere any cowboy could walk in and ask Brett to do some work for him. Then again, now he was the boss, and any cowboy worth his salt who walked in and saw what they were up to would just turn around and walk right back out, never saying a word.
So he took that kiss and ran with it, mashing his lips to Brett’s, pushing his tongue inside to taste. There was the sweet, cool water that he’d bet Brett had drunk right before he came over to say hi, and then there was this underlying taste of fire and a little bit of soot. But it wasn’t off-putting at all. In fact, it was hot as fuck.
He could tell from touching all of that wonderful muscle that Brett was wearing what amounted to a tank top, and he was just sweaty enough not to be gross, but definitely worked up. Rowdy loved it, and he pulled back to lick a line under Brett’s jaw, so he could taste the salt there. It was mixed with soot and somehow that flavor was so hot that his cock was aching in his jeans in no time. He wanted more.
“You wanna feel what I got to show you, babe?” Brett asked.
“Oh, darlin’, I want to feel anything you’ll give me.” He tweaked one of Brett’s nipples through his top, and Brett pulled away just long enough to tug the shirt off, bringing his hands back where they had been afterward. He scored that skin with his nails, knowing they were short enough not to really hurt anything, and then he touched everything, running his hands down Brett’s six-pack and over his hip bones. Jesus, this man was built like a Greek god; he could just touch for hours, and yet he knew that part of the wonder of this, the whole thing, was that they had to get it done quick.
Brett took his hand and put it down on the drawstring of those pants. He’d learned that Brett didn’t wear anything with metal buttons or rivets when he was working on the forge. He reckoned that was why people had worn overalls or coveralls to do it back in the day. Because stuff would get hot and burnsomebody’s skin. He tugged at it and then shoved those pants down to Brett’s thighs letting the thick hard cock spring out into his palm.
He loved the feel of it, the heft of it. Brett was almost as damn big around as he was long, and he seemed to get harder than anyone else Rowdy had ever known. It worked for him on a serious level, and he spared a moment to hope he wasn’t giving Mr. Mann a show. But then again, a dog was a dog.
He jacked Brett nice and slow, up and down, and he heard Brett let out a heavy exhalation, the air bursting from him.
“That feel good, darlin’?” He rubbed, encircling that hard flesh with his fingers so that he could put even more pressure on it.
“You know that fucking feels amazing.” Brett grabbed his wrist and showed him the rhythm he liked, a little faster than what Rowdy had been doing, but he didn’t want to end it too quick so he pulled away for a moment, and Brett groaned at him. “What the hell?”
“Now, I know we’re cooking with gas, darlin’, but I don’t want this to be over in just seconds.”
Brett let out a breathless laugh. “Then what do you want?”
“I want you to touch me, too.” He took Brett’s hand then and put it on his fly, letting Brett undo the button and zipper and shove down his jeans. He arched his hips as his cock sprang out and touched Brett’s, and he could feel how hot they both were. This was gonna go like a house on fire.
Or maybe like a roaring forge.
Brett got both their hands wrapped around both their cocks, which was quite a feat, and if Brett was still that coordinated, then Rowdy didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He needed to make a better effort.
They worked themselves, both of them arching their hips into it, both of them grunting and panting. Brett was kissinghim, and the sweat was dripping in his eyes. It was hot as fire in there, and he just needed this so bad.
Rowdy rose up on his tiptoes, bracing himself with one hand on Brett’s shoulder, the other one wet with their precome as he worked it up and down. Brett slammed against him over and over, the friction just about perfect.
Nothing that good could last for very long, and he knew they were roaring toward a finish when his balls pulled up and his ass clenched super tight. Which must have been some kind of an invitation, maybe psychically, because Brett slid his other hand down between him and the workbench, one finger tapping against his crease, then burrowing in to touch his hole.
That was all she wrote, and Rowdy let out a whoop, which Brett swallowed with another kiss. That was when he felt an answering wet heat as Brett came all over him and his hand and his jeans and everything else.
