Chapter 7 #3
What the fuck was Mike thinking? He knew Kitt would be more than happy to do anything his buddy needed, but why were they discussing artificial insemination with the ranch owner right now? No way the Grainger farm was even remotely ready to begin anything like an insemination program.
Kitt dug a hand in the pocket of his jeans, palming his phone.
He was all set to send Mike a straight-up, go-to-hell message, when he stopped in mid type.
Mike wouldn’t ever get why he was so upset.
And, what could he say? Your boss is about the best-looking thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t think of much else than fucking his brains out, so why did you invite me over, you fuckin’ idiot!
?! Yeah, no, he definitely couldn’t say that.
“Fuck!” Kitt growled out into the night.
Feeling much like a fool and completely out of his element, he forced the phone back down in his pocket and stalked to his cabin carrying his bundle of clothes under his arm.
He dumped them in the general direction of the laundry room area.
He didn’t stop, but went straight into the bathroom and turned the faucet on for the shower.
He stepped under the cold stream and prayed his cock would calm before he got to Austin’s house.
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The grin didn’t leave Austin’s face as he drove back to the house.
And, he certainly didn’t jump right in to making dinner.
Instead, he detoured to the bathroom to jack off before Kitt’s arrival.
It didn’t take much for him to come. Seeing Kitt in the pond, easily making out it was him from at least fifty yards away, had him pulling the four-wheeler straight to the fence line.
He’d watched Kitt swim and float around in the water, his long legs kicking up, his ass sliding under water, and that long thick dick floating freely.
Austin walked to the fence line not trying to hide he was there.
He anchored a foot on the first post, and lifted his Ray-Bans and just watched Kitt as he relaxed.
Kitt was completely lost in thought and several minutes passed with Austin just watching that perfect body arch and twist in the water.
When Kitt realized he stood there, everything changed.
The air between them crackled and intensified.
Kitt’s relaxed mood vanished and all he gave were clipped, one-word answers.
Austin wasn’t sure where the brilliance of three steaks came from, knowing Kitt would think Mike planned to come, but he said it and Kitt bought it.
Now, as Austin stood in the hall bathroom stroking his dick, he closed his eyes with the grin on his face broadening. He let thoughts of sliding Kitt’s thick cock between his lips take over, and that was all it took. Austin’s orgasm came fast, pumping out into the sink.
He stayed leaning against the sink even after he finished, etching the image of Kitt floating in the pond deep into his memory.
Very much like he’d done fifteen years ago in the locker room of the high school when he’d caught Kitt in the shower.
Austin was beginning to realize everything about Kitt Kelly had always called out to him.
Austin let himself feel the romance of his thoughts as he slowly opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t stop grinning. As crazy as it sounded, he felt like that boy in high school, all those years ago, with his first crush finally paying attention to him.
Whatever caused the feeling, Austin wasn’t ready to let it go.
It fit perfectly into his new solitary life.
Hell, maybe it was just the glorious feeling of finally being left alone.
But whatever, he wasn’t in a mindset to let it go, and oddly, he wanted to dress up for Kitt tonight.
He wanted to impress Kitt, to look his best for him. He decided to give in to the urge.
Austin changed his sun-streaked hair, adding mousse.
He styled it in the slightly disarrayed look so popular these days.
He chose his Armani slacks with a matching lightweight cashmere sweater, both in colors to compliment his complexion.
The Italian leather loafers came from the shoe collection he started fifteen years earlier after getting his first real movie contract.
The shoes cost a pretty penny back then.
Made of the softest leather on the market, they felt incredible on his feet, giving him confidence.
They also matched his clothing perfectly.
He chose to wear his Rolex on his wrist and checked his reflection in the mirror before spraying himself with cologne. With one last glance, Austin checked his teeth as the knock on the back door sounded. Judging by the time on his watch, Kitt was punctual.
As he made his way down the hall, the wide-open window showed Kitt finger combing his hair.
The windblown look did wonders for the guy who stood in his starched Wranglers, polished boots, and a pearl-button, solid white button-down.
Standard dress-up cowboy attire. The thought that Kitt had dressed up for him made Austin grin.
He went straight to the back door and opened it.
“Thank you for coming over.” Austin used the grin most people said was his most charming.
He looked Kitt over as he stepped back to let him in.
During the time they’d spent working together, Austin had studied Kitt enough to know his hair wasn’t copper like he’d convinced himself in the beginning, but a natural darker brown.
The sun had just worked its magic on it, bringing out the natural blond, gold, and auburn highlights, giving it a rich depth.
Kitt’s eyes, hair, and skin tone all matched, and as far as Austin was concerned, Kitt was an embodiment of a tanned, chiseled Greek god standing before him.
“Sure, thanks for invitin’ me over.” Kitt stepped inside, tucking his fingers in his front pockets. He didn’t move more than a step inside the house. “I didn’t see Mike’s truck out there.”
Austin assumed it was manners more than nerves that kept Kitt right at the door. He needed to invite Kitt in.
“Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink? Beer, wine, mixed drink?” Austin asked shutting the door behind Kitt. He resisted the overwhelming urge to lean in closer and take a deeper breath of Kitt’s scent, because from where he stood, Kitt smelled fabulous.
“Beer’s fine,” Kitt said, and now, Austin realized, it was nerves rather than manners keeping Kitt back.
“You drink Bud Light, right? I had some delivered today.” Austin walked through the living room into the kitchen to the refrigerator. There was a large granite bar separating the two rooms.
“Yeah, but whatever you have that’s cold is fine.”
“I was just heading outside to start the grill. I’m a little behind on the steaks, but the baked potatoes should be done and warming, and the salad’s ready. You do eat salad, right?” Austin asked handing Kitt the beer as he placed the steaks on the kitchen island.
“Sure. I guess,” Kitt said, his eyes constantly tracking Austin, but he didn’t move from his spot.
“Good, I’ve got an excellent spinach and feta deal in there.
I think you’ll like it. Just a sec, I’ll be right back.
” Austin stepped out and made quick work of starting the grill that sat on the porch close to the back door.
It didn’t take long and he was back inside.
Austin noticed Kitt had taken a seat on the barstool that he’d stood behind just minutes ago.
As Austin watched him, Kitt took a long, long swig of the beer in his hand.
Austin was suddenly struck by how good Kitt looked in his house.
He was a cozy kind of guy, just like Austin’s house had turned out to be.
Okay, well, Kitt was a cozy kind of guy when he wasn’t bowed up tight like right now.
“You look nice tonight,” Austin said.
“So do you.” The words came automatically before Kitt narrowed his eyes and looked down. His face reddened and he turned away.
“Thank you. I did a quick change. I’m glad you decided to come tonight. How do you like your steak?” Austin asked as he reached for the plate of steaks.
“Medium rare.” It wasn’t quite the one-word answer Austin had come to expect from Kitt, but close.
“Me too.” Austin looked at Kitt with a grin. “I thought we’d eat inside, but if you’d rather eat outside, I can move everything out.”
“No, it’s fine. Where’s Mike?” Kitt asked. He was up to five words now.
“I’m guessing in town, but I don’t know for sure. I think he’s got the hots for the young woman who brings the groceries. He may be heading somewhere else.”
“Laura?” Kitt asked, draining his beer. Austin wound his way back into the kitchen and reached in the refrigerator to get Kitt another. He slid it across the bar before dumping the empty bottle in the trash.
“I guess. Short, Hispanic, pretty…he might have said something about a date, I’m not sure. Let me go put these on, I’ll be back.”
The night was full on now and Austin didn’t turn on the porch light. He didn’t want to draw bugs to the food. He worked from the light shining through the window to lay the steaks on the sizzling hot grill.
“I thought you and Mike were needin’ insemination information,” Kitt said from behind Austin, startling him a bit.
He stood a few feet away and held Austin’s beer out to him.
He took it and drank as he weighed his answer.
He extended a hand to the table on the patio for Kitt to take a seat.
Nothing brilliant came to his mind, so he decided on the truth.
“I must confess. I’d love to listen to you talk about artificial insemination, if you’re so inclined, but this was more of a get-to-know-my-neighbor kind of invitation.”
Kitt stayed quiet for several long moments, just staring at Austin under the weight of the moonlight climbing high in the night sky.
“Okay. So no Mike?”
“I didn’t ask him to come. I can call him up if it makes you more comfortable,” Austin offered, taking a seat at the table.
“No, it’s fine.” Kitt took another long drink of his beer.
“You were a great help to us the last few days. You and I got off on the wrong foot, I just wanted to make sure we were good,” Austin said.
“I’m good.” And he was back to two-word sentences.
“I can see you are.” That got Austin nothing but silence. “Good with everything.”
Kitt nodded. There was more silence and both men sat staring at the other. Finally, Austin rose to turn the steaks and shut the lid before coming back to the small table.
“Would you like another beer?”
“Sure.” Not that the one word didn’t answer his question, but Austin hoped for a little more.
Awkwardness surrounded them again, and much to Austin’s frustration, Kitt offered nothing for him to grab on to keep them talking, nor did he seem to want to instigate conversation himself.
Austin schooled his features, keeping his face pleasant as he excused himself and went back inside.
Silently, he berated himself. He’d completely failed to make Kitt comfortable, and he was rushing this dinner.
He shouldn’t have started cooking so quickly.
What was he thinking? Well, he knew exactly what he thought: if they got dinner done and out of the way, nothing would stop them from filling the rest of the night with hot sex.
Austin struggled within himself. He didn’t know how to recover, how to make Kitt feel more comfortable. He worked quickly placing the salad and baked potato condiments on the table. The steaks were close to being done, and he grabbed two more beers before going back outside.
Austin took it as a good sign Kitt hadn’t left. He handed a beer to Kitt before walking over to check the grill.
Austin forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down.
They’d have dinner together. They’d sit and talk during dinner.
He would bring the conversation to their sexuality and let Kitt know he was gay.
Certainly, it would be all it took. Things weren’t as bad as they seemed, he just needed to get them inside over the intimacy of dinner.
The steaks looked done, and he put them on a plate before looking at Kitt who stared out into the night.
“Let’s eat.”