Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
ROD
In the days that followed, Wyl pretty much functioned on autopilot.
The house wasn’t the same without Walt, and Wyl felt the void deep in his soul.
I held him every night as we slept. I got him up and helped him shower.
I cooked meals for him. I helped him care for the horses, including Princess.
She seemed to bond with me because Wyl was hesitant to be around her.
A reminder of Walt. I learned a lot about daily horse care.
To draw his focus away from his loss, I kept Wyl busy.
Each evening, I asked him to make martinis for us.
And he would grill steaks for supper. The more I occupied his time, the faster he would emerge from the funk enveloping his world.
One thing stands out to me. I am Wyl’s only family now, and I vow to be everything he needs.
* * *
Emerging from a sound sleep with my eyes still closed, I listened to Wyl breathing in and out. It had been a tough week since we buried Walt, a week leaving both Wyl and me drained. The bedcovers shifted, and Wyl’s warm hand stroked my chest. My ignored cock stood up to see what was happening.
“Hmmm…your touch makes my skin tingle.” I opened my eyes and turned to find Wyl gazing at me, head propped on his hand.
“Waking to find a sexy cowboy in my bed is a real turn-on.” Wyl’s palm slid across my chest. His strong fingers tweaked a nipple.
I closed my eyes, wallowing in the intense sensations flowing through my body as Wyl’s gentle hand stroked and tweaked.
I opened my eyes to gaze into Wyl’s. The twinkle I loved shone in the morning light.
“All I see is a sexy Marine.” I yawned and rolled on my side to face Wyl.
My right arm curled under my pillow, and my left hand pressed Wyl’s hand against my chest. “You sure are perky this morning.”
“I slept well.” Wyl pulled his hand away. Moving his gaze to my bed hair, he combed his fingers through it. “I think I’m beginning to adjust. I still can’t believe Walt is gone.” The words caught in his throat.
I palmed Wyl’s face and caressed his cheek with my thumb. “Adapting to a loss takes a long time. I’m glad I’m here to help you deal with things.” I leaned toward him for a brief kiss, but Wyl’s lips curled into a smile. “You being with me helped me survive.”
I inhaled Wyl’s scent and pulled him into a kiss. My already-hard cock throbbed for attention. No sex since Walt’s accident, but I would wait until Wyl made the first move. I pulled back. “Want coffee?”
“I want you more,” Wyl growled before attacking my mouth and deepening the kiss.
I pushed the covers down with my feet and wrapped a leg around Wyl to tug him closer.
Mouths locked together, Wyl nudged me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Our cocks nestled together. Jolts of electricity flowed through me.
“God, you are sexy.” I rolled our bodies until Wyl lay under me.
Nuzzling Wyl’s neck, I licked the sensitive spot before sliding my tongue down his chest to suckle a nipple, caressing with my hand as I licked.
The smooth skin on his chest felt like silk under my lips.
I zigzagged my tongue, dragging across the peach fuzz from Wyl’s navel to his throbbing, granite-hard penis.
A moan vibrated deep within his chest when I wrapped my fist around the shaft and twisted, teasing the sensitive nerves.
“You have a beautiful cock.” I kissed the right and left sides of the swollen head before probing the slit with my tongue.
I kissed the head again and placed my thumb and forefinger on either side of the shaft, caressing from the head to the base.
Wyl moaned as I teased the pubic hair on either side of the tight ball sac before scratching the wrinkled surface with my nails.
The skin drew up tighter. I bathed the shaft below the head with my flat tongue, earning short gasps from Wyl as his engorged penis throbbed to the beat of his heart.
“Don’t. Stop.” Wyl gasped.
I hummed, swirling my tongue around Wyl’s rigid shaft.
“Oh. God.” Wyl’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Your. Humming. Vibrates. Everything.”
I moved up and plundered Wyl’s mouth, my tongue seeking Wyl’s tonsils as I tried to find more of Wyl’s flavor. With my hand, I kept teasing Wyl’s sensitive shaft and smeared pre-cum around the head.
Wyl broke the kiss with a gasp. “I’m about to cum, honey.”
I stopped the finger tease and fumbled in the nightstand for the lube. “Spread your legs, babe.”
Wyl spread his thighs perpendicular to his body. His cock, nestled in his dark bush, danced with each heartbeat. His balls, drawn up tight, hugged the base of his cock. “I’m about to explode,” he gasped.
The lube cap snicked open, and I drizzled lube on Wyl’s tight balls and down his crease.
Wyl jerked at the cold liquid, but I warmed the slick goo by massaging Wyl’s balls and rubbing my fingers down to Wyl’s waiting hole.
I inserted a fingertip, and Wyl tensed. “Relax. Your cowboy wants to fuck you.” The tension eased around my finger, and I pushed in further, turning to tease Wyl’s gland with my fingertip.
Wyl gasped and arched his back, spreading his legs farther apart to give me access to his entire pleasure center. I inserted another finger and assaulted Wyl’s gland.
“Fuck me before I shoot.”
I lubed up my cock and teased Wyl’s hole, spreading pre-cum as lube before pushing into him. Pleasure flowed through my body as I slid in and out.
Wyl pulled me down, and our mouths met.
Wyl gasped through the kiss, and I pulled back to watch his face contort with orgasmic pleasure. Seeing Wyl’s expression triggered my leg-shaking, breath-stopping orgasm.
His cock untouched, Wyl shot ropes of cum between us. His pulsing hole milked my cock, which continued to nudge Wyl’s gland with each thrust, extending the orgasm for both of us. We collapsed in each other’s arms, gasping for breath as the stars cleared.
Wyl kept his arms wound around me. “I didn’t realize how much I missed this.”
“Me too,” I gasped.
“Oh, God, Roddy.”
Kissing as the euphoric high eased, I remained in the strong arms of my man. With a deep, satisfied sigh, I pulled back and nodded toward the shower. “Want to clean up?”
“You bet,” Wyl said.
I tugged Wyl into the warm shower. Water sluiced down his muscled chest, which flexed as his hands smoothed shower gel over my chest and sides.
I took the shower gel bottle and poured a generous amount into my cupped hand.
I washed Wyl’s shoulders, chest, and sides.
I felt the muscles working under my fingers.
Next, cock, balls, and crack. I kissed Wyl as I reached around to cleanse his ass.
“Take my braid down,” Wyl said. “I haven’t washed my hair since before Walt’s accident.”
I removed the band at the end of Wyl’s braid and unwound his hair.
“I’m thinking about cutting my hair.”
“What? You're proud of your heritage and long, raven hair.”
After rinsing his hair, Wyl turned to me. “I am, but I want to do it for Walt. I can contribute my locks to Native American kids undergoing cancer treatment. In doing so, I will honor Walt. And having shorter hair will make me more like him. I can’t imagine a better role model than my brother.”
I teared up at both the tribute to Walt and at Wyl’s need to do something to honor his brother. “I like your idea, Wyl.”
“Will you help me find more information? We can look on the Internet.”
I grabbed Wyl in an intense hug. “Anything you want, babe.”
Wyl tightened his grip around me. “And we should finish up, or I’ll be ready for round two.” Wyl’s deep, resonant voice tickled my lips as the words came out.
I planted another quick kiss and turned off the water. “We’ll have time for another go after breakfast.”
After toweling dry, Wyl sat on the bed. “Can you braid my hair? After I retired from the Corps, Walt did it. I can do it, but it works better if someone else does it.”
“I don’t think I ever braided hair.”
“It’s easy. Divide the hair into three strands and cross one over the other. Keep crossing over until you reach the end.”
I tried, and I could do it after a couple of false starts. “It’s not your usual, but it looks okay.”
He stood and turned to me. “Thanks, babe.” He tugged my chin and kissed me. “I’m sure it’s perfect. Let’s go see about breakfast.”
Naked, I followed a naked Wyl into the kitchen.
With the coffee started, I got out the ingredients for a festive omelet. “What do you want to do today?”
Wyl sat at the breakfast bar. “I want to hang out with you. We need to do our daily rounds with our horses and check with Felipe about anything on our ranch needing our attention.”
“Our ranch?”
Wyl nodded. “We are Sterlings, and it’s only you and me. So yeah…I want you to feel at home here.”
“I felt at home here the moment we got back together. Walt was comfortable around us as…what…boyfriends?”
Wyl paused. I could tell he was pondering over something.
“Say it, Wyl.”
He gazed at me and took my hand. “He never said, but I think he thought of us as lovers. While he didn’t encourage the PDAs in front of him, you said he gave you a salute when he saw us in bed together.”
“Yeah. Something I’ll never forget.” Emotion burned my eyes at the memory.
“I haven’t said this since Walt’s accident. Too caught up in my own grief, I guess. But you need to know I love you, Rod. Your love kept me going when I wanted to lie down and die next to Walt.”
Something about the way he said it gave love an extra meaning. The past couple of weeks taught us that our passion endured and remained strong. “I love you too, Wyl Sterling. Now and forever.”
Our tender moment vanished at a loud, rapid knocking on the door.