Chapter Eighteen
Garett
Garett pulled into the red barn first, easing off the throttle and letting the dirt bike roll to a stop before cutting the engine. The familiar scent of hay, grease, and old wood filled the space, a comforting contrast to the dust and exhaust lingering in the air.
Torin pulled up beside him, kicking down his stand and swinging his leg over the bike. His face was flushed from the ride, hair tousled from the helmet, and there was a rare, simple grin on his face. Garett couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. It wasn’t often he saw Torin this relaxed. It was damn sexy, turning him on by looking at him.
“Not bad for a city boy,” Garett teased as he grabbed a water bottle from a nearby workbench. Dante had kept lots of water in the barn.
Torin scoffed, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Oh, please. I nearly had you back there.”
Garett chuckled, twisting off the cap and taking a long sip before tossing the bottle toward Torin. “Nearly doesn’t win races.”
Torin caught it effortlessly, rolling his eyes but still grinning. He tipped the bottle back, drinking deeply before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Rematch. Next time, I’ll win.”
Garett leaned against the barn wall. “We’ll see about that.”
For a moment, they stood there in the barn’s quiet, the only sounds the distant rustling of leaves outside and the occasional creak of the old structure settling around them. The air was still thick with the warmth of their ride, but it wasn’t just from the lingering heat—it was shared silence that didn’t feel heavy, the kind that came from finally letting go, even for just a little while.
Torin finished the bottle and tossed it back onto the workbench with a lazy flick of his wrist. “That was fun,” he admitted. “Haven’t done something like that in a long time.”
Garett nodded. “We should do it more often.”
Torin gave him a look—one that said he wanted to do it more often, but he read into Garett’s covert message.
Garett watched Torin toss the empty water bottle onto the workbench. The younger man was still buzzing from their ride, his hair a mess, his face flushed from the rush of adrenaline. There was something about seeing him like this—unguarded, happy—that made something tighten in Garett’s chest.
Torin dropped onto a bale of hay with a sigh, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I needed that,” he admitted, glancing up at Garett. “Haven’t felt that free in a long time.”
Garett hesitated for only a second before moving to sit beside him. The hay shifted beneath them, the scent of dried grass thick in the warm air. He exhaled slowly, running a hand over his jaw before finally speaking.
“I like you, Torin.”
The words hung between them, weighty and real. Torin turned his head, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and curiosity.
“Hell, I don’t even know what to do with it half the time. I’ve never felt like this before.” He shook his head, glancing at the ground before meeting Torin’s gaze again. “It’s different with you.”
Torin was quiet for a moment, his fingers idly picking at a stray piece of hay. “I—” He let out a breath, a soft, nervous laugh eluding him. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Garett. With any of this. But I know I feel something when I’m around you. It’s like I want to do things with you I never did before.”
Garett studied him, the wobbling emotions in his expression, the hesitation mixed with something deeper—something that made hope stir inside him.
“You don’t have to have all the answers,” Garett said. “Neither do I. But I know what I want.” He reached out, fingertips grazing Torin’s jaw, tilting his face slightly toward him. “And I want you.”
Torin swallowed hard, his breathing unsteady. “Garett…”
Garett didn’t give him a chance to overthink it. He leaned in slowly, giving Torin every chance to pull away. But he didn’t. He stayed, his lips parting slightly, his breath hitching just before Garett closed the space between them.
The kiss was slow, careful, but there was an undeniable heat beneath it. Garett felt Torin relax, his fingers tentatively gripping the fabric of Garett’s shirt as he kissed him back. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an understanding, an unspoken agreement that whatever this was, they were both stepping into it together.
When they finally parted, Torin let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “I waited all day for your kiss?”
Garett smirked. “Yeah. And now you’re stuck with me in this barn.”
Torin rolled his eyes but didn’t let go. “Not stuck.”
Garett pulled him in again, the warmth between them making the barn feel even smaller, like the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of them. He helped Torin stand, then he grabbed him and pushed him up against a stack of hay. “You ever fuck in a barn over hay?”
“No, but I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“More sure than ever. I want to feel you inside right here.”
“Strip slowly. No rushing.” Garett folded his arms across his massive chest.
Torin hiked up his T-shirt carefully, pulled it over his head, and set it on the side of the haystack.
Torin lazily unzipped his jeans, unbuckled his belt, then turned around and bent over to display his ass to Garett. He shoved his hand inside the back of his jeans and snapped his black jock strap against his ass.
“I told you to strip, not shove your ass in my face.” Garett covered his laugh with his hand.
“Sorry, I got a hard-on as soon as I thought about your enormous cock and wanted you to fuck me through the hay.”
Torin slid his jeans and jock strap down to his feet, wiggled out of them, and put them beside his shirt. Garett had removed his jeans and T-shirt, leaving on the boxer shorts he had taken to wearing when he went riding. The outline of his erect cock and heavy balls was visible to Torin. He put both hands on Torin’s ass and brought him closer. Torin placed his hands on Garett’s shoulder, and they hugged.
Garett slipped his hand down, and it closed around Torin’s erection, circling him. He traced each vein with his thumb. “You’re mine. And don’t you forget that.”
“All yours.” Torin’s twitching cock slapped his stomach when Garett let go.
Garett took Torin’s T-shirt and wrapped it around his waist, covering his cock and balls so the hay wouldn’t scratch him.
“Bend over the hay,” Garett ordered. “How could anyone not get hard seeing your smoking hot sexy ass in all its glory?” Garett leaned up against him and settled between his thighs. He tickled his thighs with the lightest touch of his fingers.
“No one will see it but you,.” Torin snickered from the tickling of his thighs, moving quickly to his ass cheeks.
“They better not see your naked ass.”
“Only you.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
“Please use my holes for your pleasure any time.”
Garett grabbed his slippery cock underneath him and gave it a tug, then he slipped on his condom and lubed it, then he lubed Torin’s hole.
Torin continued, “Push my limits. Surprise me.” The words rolled right out of his mouth, but they felt right.
“Beg to be my boy.” He aimed his lubed cock at Torin’s hole when the barn door opened. Oh fuck! Fuck! He turned around, and Dante and Blaine stood there.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Dante shouted.
Blaine covered his mouth, laughing against his hand.