36. Phoenix
Phoenix
I t’s been so fucking incredible going to sleep and waking up next to Walker every day since the lake.
More than a rhythm or routine, we’re making a life.
He’s able to take his brace off for more activities and his next visit with his doctor is supposed to be his last..
.of course that’s not for another few weeks, but we’re getting there.
He has some residual stiffness because the stubborn fucker wouldn’t do formal occupational therapy, but since he’s young and active, his doctor said he expects it’ll all come back once he’s permanently out of the brace.
Walker is currently doing his favorite exercise with it—A.K.A. giving me a hand job—except he’s still half asleep. So basically, he’s torturing me with light touches and inconsistent strokes.
“Baby,” I mutter, throwing an arm over my eyes even though it’s still dark out.
“Mmmm?” he mutters next to me.
“If you don’t start stroking my cock like you mean it, I’m going to roll you over and use it to cut off your air supply,” I threaten, my dick throbbing to the point of pain under his touch.
I’m on my back with his head resting on my chest, and I feel his smile.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad way to die,” he mumbles, groggily.
I grope around my nightstand blindly until my hand lands on the bottle of lube. I grab a pump-full and swat at his hand so I can speed this process up.
His chuckle lands on my skin.
“You live to torment me, don’t you?” I tease, lubing my shaft before grabbing his hand and placing it back on my cock with my hand over top, showing him what I want.
“Your reactions make it so much fun,” he answers in the dark.
Two can play this game, I think to myself.
I remove my hand from his and reach down to grab his already hardening dick in my fist. He groans, pushing himself further into my hold.
And there we lie, jacking each other off before the sun comes up.
I stifle a chuckle because it’ll be the third day this week we have to wash the sheets… and it’s only Wednesday.
Wanting more, and finally fully awake, Walker sits up and leans his back against the headboard and he pulls me onto his lap.
We’re roughly the same size, but I’m rarely in this position.
Not that we’re overly concerned about roles, knowing we’ll give each other whatever the other needs, but I usually control where things go.
For his loud mouth and smartass answers, Walker and I’s dynamic has always been that I tend to call the shots in the bedroom.
So, when he pulls me on top of him now, I don’t hesitate, glad he’s taking what he wants .
With my knees tucked behind me, I straddle his hips. He leans over for more lube before bringing his hand back and wrapping it around both of our dicks, smashing them together and jacking us off simultaneously.
I rake my palms down his pecs, pausing to roll his nipples between my index fingers and my thumbs.
His head dips back and lands against the headboard, so I leave my hands in place, getting harder at his response.
I’ve never slowed down long enough to toy with his nipples, but you can bet I’ll be doing it again.
“I’m gonna come,” he announces unnecessarily. With our cocks pressed together, I can feel his head swell and it makes my own dick harder.
“Me too, baby. Don’t stop.”
I pinch his nipples hard and as soon as I tug, we’re grunting through our releases.
My cum leaves my body in a controlled manner, like a slow volcanic eruption, spilling over the side of my head and running down his hand.
Walker’s, however, shoots from his dick like Old Faithful, but with more power than the geyser itself.
It’s both sexy as fuck and impressive as it lands on my stomach, his chest, and the sheets around us.
Once we recover, I can’t help but laugh. “You know, if you ever fuck me, I’m pretty sure it’ll feel like I’m taking a fire hose up the ass.”
When he responds, his tone is serious. “Is that something you want?”
“You to fuck me? Or a firehose in my ass?” I ask, still smiling.
Finally, he cracks a smile of his own. “Me to fuck you, idiot.”
Instead of answering right away, I sit up, pushing his still half-hard cock behind me. When I sit back down, it’s between my cheeks as I slide back and forth. “Yeah, Walker. I want you to fuck me.”
He’s looking at me like he wants to do it right now despite just getting off. It’s fun as hell to tease him, but the reality is, we have shit we need to get done today.
He grips my hips and begins pushing and pulling me along his length, his gaze hooded, and lips parted. Christ, I think he’s actually getting hard again.
“Soon, baby. But not right now,” I tell him, sliding off his lap. “We have a barn full of animals to feed, two interviews for farmhands to do today, and your son will be here for dinner.”
He tries to grab my torso before I’m out of reach, but he isn’t fast enough.
We shower and grab coffee before heading out to the barn to start our chores at five o’clock on the dot.
I thought leaving him hard and wanton would be a fun way to torture Walker, but my boyfriend is currently shirtless in Wrangler’s, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat, driving my fucking tractor.
Just because you ride broncs doesn’t necessarily mean you know how to do all the other shit that goes along with owning a farm, but Walker does, and I’m way more on-edge than he is.
Needless to say, my plan backfired in a big way.
By three, we’re both sweating bullets and it’s a miracle any fucking work has gotten done.
Well, it’s been done between make out sessions behind the barn and on the tractor—and a handjob against a tree—but the point is, the horses are in the pasture, the chickens’ eggs have been collected, the stalls have been cleaned, and we’ve baled the hay that’s ready .
The last one’s not really a job we could leave halfway done, so there’s no time to grab showers before we interview the first kid wanting to take over Walker’s job as my farmhand.
Except the guy isn’t a kid at all. From the sound of his voice on the phone, I thought he was maybe nineteen.
Local college kids are perfect for this gig because the hours easily work around class schedules.
Considering one of the country’s largest agricultural sciences schools is right down the road, I typically don’t have any trouble finding someone interested in farm work, and it usually counts as fieldwork or an internship for them.
I was nervous when Trisha left because it was the start of summer and most everyone had already found their jobs.
But this guy is close to my age based on the lines around his eyes and the scruff on his face.
The first strike against him is that he’s eyeing Walker’s naked torso as if my boyfriend is a three-course-meal. My jaw clenches as I step forward, wiping my hands on a rag I picked up in the barn.
“You must be Kevin. I’m Phoenix,” I say, introducing myself.
The second strike is that he ignores my introduction and goes straight for Walker.
“Holy shit. You’re Walker DeVille!” he exclaims with far too much enthusiasm for my liking.
My teeth grind under the pressure of my clamped jaw as Walker gives me a smug look. It’s about fifty-fifty as to who gets recognized first. Given this guy’s age, I’m a little shocked it was Walker.
“I am,” Walker says, his Texas twang on full display, really hamming it up for this guy. I’m about to kick this dude off my property, but Walker throws me a wink and I calm down…slightly .
“Oh man, I just got into rodeo a couple years ago, midlife crisis I guess.” He laughs nervously. “I couldn’t believe my luck when you came here this year,” he gushes.
“Do you ride?” Walker asks politely.
“Oh, hell no, but I’m trying to break out of corporate prison and started getting into gardening, hobby chickens, that kind of stuff.” And then he quickly adds, “But I’d love to learn to ride.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes travel across Walker’s chest and abs again. How is it that gay guys inevitably attract other gay guys? Like, what are the fucking odds? I just need someone to shovel horseshit and feed the damn beasts, and this guy shows up ready to bareback my boyfriend.
Stepping in between them, I put my arm around Walker’s waist in a petty move to piss on my territory.
“We don’t offer lessons. We just need help with the grunt work,” I clarify.
Kevin’s eyes are now glued so intensely where my fingers are grazing Walker’s hip that I have to snap the fingers of my other hand to draw his attention back to me.
“Yeah, I don’t think this job is gonna work out. ”
Now his eyes flash to me, disappointment radiating in them. “What? Why? We haven’t even talked about it.”
“Bro, you can’t stop eye-fucking my boyfriend long enough to talk about it,” I say a little louder than necessary.
“ Phoe .” The warning comes as a rumble from deep within Walker’s chest and I realize I just fucked up. I just outed Walker…to a rodeo fan… his rodeo fan. And I’m acting like a giant, jealous douchebag.
With my eyes still on Kevin, I apologize. “Shit, I’m sorry, man. It’s been a long day. Forget I said that.” I feel like I should offer more, but I don’t know what else to say.
Thankfully, Kevin is a decent human being—I should take notes.
“It’s all good. For what it’s worth, I’m straight.
” I cock a brow at him and he laughs. “I mean, I can appreciate man-hot, which you both obviously are.” He waves a hand toward Walker and I’s connected midsections.
“And you make a lovely couple I might add, but I’m not interested in drama…
or men. Seriously. I just want to work outside, wear my boots, and feel like I accomplished something at the end of the day. ”
Okay, so there’s a possibility that Kevin’s kinda cool.
I take a deep breath and tell myself to chill the ever-loving-fuck out.
“Yeah, alright. Come on, I’ll show you around.” As I reluctantly let go of Walker’s side, his cell phone rings.
He flashes the screen at me. “It’s LXR. I gotta take this.
You guys go on ahead, I’ll catch up.” LXR is Walker’s biggest sponsor.
A well-known leather company that produces high-end saddles, girths, bridles, etc…
At one point, they sponsored me, as well.
My nerves are going haywire as I realize he and I are going to have to tell them soon.
Clearly, I need everyone to know Walker is mine, and the idea of coming out doesn’t seem to bother him like it did me when I was riding.
I walk Kevin around the barn and deduce that he’s smart, a fast learner, and although it’s coming on a little later in life, he’s passionate about the horses and farm life. I take him on a tour of the property via my side-by-side and show him the house in the back corner of my twenty-seven acres.
“It wouldn’t be mandatory to live here of course, but it’s available if you choose to do so. The mornings are early and especially if the weather gets bad, it’d be helpful to be close by.”
“Sounds great,” he says without telling me if he’d actually move in or not.
By the time we get back to the house, there’s still no sign of Walker, so I ask Kevin for his discretion for the bomb I dropped, apologize again, and tell him I’ll give him a call later tonight.
I’m honest about having one other person interested in the position, but honestly, I’ll offer the job to Kevin.
Even after being a dick to him, he was totally cool and by the end, I liked his vibe.
I wave goodbye and head inside to find Walker before our next candidate arrives.