Chapter 2 #2
Austin had aged well and was still as hot as ever.
There weren’t too many men better looking than Sean, but Austin easily ranked higher.
When Kitt was a teenager, no other person on the planet starred in his daydreams as frequently as Austin Grainger.
At fifteen years old, he’d woken up plenty of mornings all sticky wet after dreaming some of the most erotic dreams a boy could have, and they all centered on Austin.
“You know. I was thinking with all this talk of commitment and marriage…we aren’t getting any younger, you and I,” Sean said as he watched Kitt from his dresser’s mirror.
Kitt glanced up, but quickly turned his eyes back down at the screen. “Whatever, you’re the old man out of the two of us. I’m still in my twenties.”
Kitt sat down on the side of the bed to slide on his socks and boots.
Whatever show Austin was on had finished airing, freeing Kitt from watching the screen.
He looked back at Sean. Something serious crossed his face, a point he was trying to make, and Kitt’s mind raced to remember what they were talking about.
“…and I sure like the way you fuck. Clearly, I do. I’ve known you for five years, and I only have to see your text, and I start backing out of whatever I’ve got going on.
Maybe, we should consider making this more permanent.
” Sean finally turned toward him, leaning back against the dresser and stared at Kitt.
“You don’t have to cancel plans for me. Just tell me when’s good.” Kitt tugged hard at the leather loops at the top of his boot until his heel slid inside.
“You’re missing my point, Kitt. Let me try again. There’s a bigger picture here. While you were buried deep inside my ass last night, I realized how much I like you there. I’m thirty-five, not a kid anymore. Perhaps it’s time I settle down…with you.”
The words stopped Kitt cold while he pushed the tails of his shirt into his blue jeans.
He looked over at Sean with surprise evident on his face.
He hadn’t ever imagined Sean would say something like this.
Sean was a stereotypical gay man. Stockbroker by day, man whore by night.
Kitt narrowed his eyes and watched him closely, wondering if he could have interpreted the words incorrectly.
Sean chose then to leave his spot by the dresser to come to Kitt.
He wrapped his arms around Kitt and tucked his shirt in from the back.
“I see you’re as surprised by my suggestion as I am.
It’s not such a crazy idea if you think about it.
You’re about the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
I’ve told you over and over you’re like a smoke-free version of the Marlboro man.
” Sean stopped speaking and looked at Kitt’s face while wrapping his arms tighter, tugging them closer together.
“I can see by the look in your eyes you never believe me. Kitt, it’s time for you to think better of yourself.
You’re gorgeous, babe. You’ve got a strong jaw, high cheekbones, sexy full lips and that slightly crooked nose turns my shit on.
You rock these Wranglers like they were made just for your body, but I digress.
Say you’ll think about it.” Sean slid his hands along Kitt’s arms hanging loosely at his sides and wrapped them around his waist in the same manner he had held Kitt.
They were about the same height, about the same build; muscular, but not too bulky.
It felt right to hold Sean, especially when he lowered his hands down on Kitt’s ass, tugging their hips tighter together.
Kitt felt Sean grow harder as he spoke, and the realization hit him: this conversation turned Sean on. He was serious.
“What about the problem of the hour and a half between our houses? I can’t come up here much more than I already do.” Kitt stopped, shocked at his own words. Was he really considering it?
“You could let me come to you.” Sean’s stare didn’t falter.
“Sean…” The thought made Kitt cringe. Secrets only held when nothing broke through the carefully planned lies.
“No, I see that look in your eyes. I could be discreet for a while. Keep it hidden while we decide if it’s working,” Sean said.
“Yeah, no… You don’t have a discreet bone in your body.” Kitt laughed at the thought. “No way. It’s impossible, Sean. You drive a Fisker. You look like a male model! You draw attention like honey draws flies, and you do it on purpose.”
Sean completely ignored him, holding him in place as Kitt tried to pull free.
“I was thinking. If you came here once a week, and I came to you once a week, we could make it work until one of us gives and moves to the other.”
Okay, well that sentence just proved to Kitt this was more than a spur-of-the-moment thought, and way more than just bumping up the regularity of their sex partnership. Sean had to have been thinking about this for a while. It left Kitt with no words.
Every part of this conversation hit him completely unexpectedly and just grew crazier by the second.
He wouldn’t ever give up the farm, and no way would Sean fit in his world.
Besides, there was a much bigger issue. Kitt hadn’t ever considered long term with Sean.
Hell, he’d never thought long term about anyone.
He was a confirmed bachelor for life. He knew his situation, owned it, and planned to live just like this forever.
It was the exact reason he thought he and Sean were such a perfect match.
“Kitt, just think about it. I know I’m your only partner.
It’s obvious, and with a little more regularity, you could be mine.
I love having sex with you, that’s all I’m saying.
I’ll give you a few days, but promise me you’ll think about it.
And, I will be discreet. I can buy one of those big pickup trucks to drive down and see you.
” Sean finally pulled away from Kitt handing him his wallet and cowboy hat before walking back across the room to the closet to grab a suit jacket.
“I have an appointment this morning. You could stay, but I know you would rather get on the road.”
Sean didn’t say another word about commitments or long-term relationships as they left his apartment.
They rode the elevator down to the underground garage.
Kitt had parked his truck next to Sean’s shiny new Fisker sports car when he arrived last night.
He went directly to it, and Sean followed behind him, not going to his car like he usually did when they left together.
“I love watching you back this massive vehicle into this small space. It reminds me of us having sex.” Sean chuckled and pushed Kitt against the side of the truck.
He was bold this morning, leaning into Kitt for all his neighbors to see.
These public displays weren’t something Kitt did, and he hadn’t ever gotten used to it when Sean made the move.
It was hard to hide when you were so public with what you were doing.
He couldn’t help but cut his eyes around to see who might be watching.
Sean gripped his jaw, turning his head back to look only at him.
“It’s okay to be gay, Kitt. I don’t know why you won’t just go with what’s natural for you.
Think about what I said. We connect well together, and you’d be good on my arm.
I’m getting a promotion to Senior Vice President.
You wouldn’t have to work yourself into an early grave out there, trying to make your dad’s place what it once was a hundred years ago.
Promise me you’ll think about it.” Sean leaned in and placed his lips on Kitt’s for a quick chaste kiss before he turned and walked away.
“Now drive away in that big-ass truck. I love to watch you go.”
Kitt didn’t say a word. He clicked the key fob to unlock the doors before using the running board to lift himself inside to the driver’s seat.
He sat still completely shocked at the turn of events between them.
Kitt searched his frantic brain but couldn’t figure out what had happened in their night to cause Sean to think in terms of exclusivity—with him.
It wasn’t just that, because hell, Kitt already was exclusive with Sean.
He lived out in the country. Three thousand people lived in a sixty-square-mile radius of the farm, and as best he could tell, not one of them was a gay man.
Hell, if there was someone, he’d be finding a way to fuck them along with Sean.
“Exclusive…damn it,” Kitt muttered, driving from the underground garage.
This was going to fuck their relationship up.
Kitt didn’t want an obligation and he sure didn’t want to explain Sean’s presence to anyone down on the farm.
It had taken him a long time to earn the respect of his ranch hands after his father’s sudden heart attack.
He’d just now proved he could run the place; that everything he’d learned in college, that the progressive way of farming and ranching could work better than his dad’s old-school ways.
If his employees learned the truth about whose bed his boots had been under…
Yeah, no way! Kitt knew he couldn’t ever come out in the agriculture world.
The heavy hitters of the industry overflowed with rednecks and homophobes. No way could he ever come out.
Kitt pushed, no shoved, Sean’s idea out of his mind.
He decided he would deal with it later. If he needed to find a new fuck buddy, fine, he would.
Dallas was full of gay men. Maybe, switching to Houston or Austin might produce better results, a change of pace.
Proximity wise, they were farther away from the farm, even less chance of him getting caught.
Surely, he still had connections close to Houston.
His alma mater was only about an hour away from there.
Besides, even with everything else against them, relationships required a time commitment to be successful, and time wasn’t something Kitt had to spare right now.
Kitt easily navigated his oversized pickup through the crowded downtown streets of Dallas, not letting himself consider Sean’s proposal any longer—his mind was made up.
He’d find a way to tell Sean ‘no’ and keep them going just like they had been or end it all together.
His hip vibrated. It reminded Kitt he’d silenced the phone the previous night. He palmed it at a stoplight.
“I know you better than anyone does. We’ve been together too long.
We can make it work. I’m willing to stay hidden for a while and having sex with you a couple of times a week will hold me over, I’m sure.
I love our sex…sucking you, swallowing you…
don’t deny us. I’ll keep things like we have for now, but I’ll be working my way in that direction.
You’re important to me. Kitt, you have been for some time now, I’ve just kept it quiet. ”
Kitt didn’t respond but scanned the message a couple of times until the stoplight turned green.
He turned up the volume on the radio and tossed the phone in the cup holder it usually rested in.
One thing he knew without question, he didn’t have time for all this right now.
If Sean was willing to give him time, he’d take it and pray Sean changed his mind.
Kitt liked their sex too, always had, but no way was he ready for any sort of relationship.
That wasn’t going to change, not for anyone.
As he wound his way through the extreme downtown traffic, Kitt forced his thoughts away from Sean to focus on monumentally more important things.
Like his new foals. Or rather, the prospect of the new foals.
Kitt had taken out loans and invested in four registered mares.
Over the next few weeks, the first of four artificially inseminated quarter horses would give birth on the farm.
His father had only run cattle on the ranch, but Kitt had taken a chance.
All four mares had been successfully impregnated and were stabled on the farm right now.
If things worked out like he hoped, their newborn foals could easily sell for thousands and thousands of dollars, changing everything for him, his stepmom, and two younger sisters.
Kitt felt much more on solid ground mentally.
No, personal relationships meant little to him right now.
He stood on the edge. He needed to stay focused and on target.
One wrong move could ruin everything. The sounds of the Kidd Kraddick Morning Show filled his mind and he ignored everything as he hit Interstate 20 to make the long drive home.