Chapter Six #3
Barry keeps Jeremy close to him as he pulls his hip back and his dick follows, skating over Jeremy’s prostate and making his cock lurch in want.
Jeremy hikes his ass backward, following the cock and tempting it to push back into him.
Barry’s undulating hips don’t mind Jeremy’s neediness though, working at their own pace and slowly thrusting himself in and out of the tight hole.
The deliberate pace is torturing Jeremy’s insides, wanting to go faster now and feel that pummeling on his prostate.
Reaching one hand behind him, he grabs onto the back of Barry’s head and brings him closer.
He turns his head slightly as Barry pushes back in, murmuring against the man’s skin, “More.”
A rumbling growl rips through Barry’s throat, hands coming up to box Jeremy in and push against the wall beside his own.
Barry gives him what he wants, short thrusts skating right over Jeremy’s prostate and making his molars swim in drool.
He pushes gently at first and then gradually harder.
Barry nibbles at Jeremy’s earlobe and asks, “You want more?”
Jeremy closes his eyes and pushes into the contact, nodding his head in encouragement.
Barry’s hands fist on the wall as his muscles clench against Jeremy’s skin and he shoves his lower half into Jeremy.
Barry splays his hand out once more and knocks a pair of reins off the wall as he grabs for Jeremy’s hand, the metal bit clattering against other equipment as it haphazardly lands on the floor.
The loud noise doesn’t concern Jeremy nor Barry, their own breaths heavy and lost as they rut together in needy want for mutual climax.
One of Barry’s hands on the wall comes down and reaches around to Jeremy’s cock, fisting it and shortly stroking the upper half.
Jeremy’s brow pinches, pleasure pooling in his gut and making him edge an orgasm.
“God, Jeremy, I missed you so much,” Barry says too loudly, almost a cry.
“Ah, Barry,” Jeremy moans as a response, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” he admits, pushing his forehead against the back of Jeremy’s head and picking up the rhythm a fraction faster.
The sensation is familiar, Barry being a pillar of stability despite their trepidatious circumstances.
After all those confusing feelings over Clark that had been weighing on his mind, this is a nice reprieve.
The easy intimacy makes his heart swell along with his cock.
Barry’s grip tightens around Jeremy’s girth just as his hips begin to stutter, sinking the length of his dick deeply into Jeremy.
His jaw hangs open as the wave of lust washes over him, soaking his dry psyche with a nice orgasm.
He cums over Barry’s hand and some spurts out on the wall in front of them, hole twitching as his balls pulse.
Barry’s thrusts are much more slick now, working in his own semen into Jeremy’s hole.
They huff together for a minute before Barry slowly pulls out and lets go of Jeremy’s hand on the wall.
Backside suddenly cold, Jeremy quickly pulls up his jeans under the chaps and cinches his belt.
His cock is still half hard, readjusting himself in his pants as he looks over the wall.
There’s some white globs there, Jeremy sighing as he takes off his wild rag and wipes it off the wall.
Putting the fallen reins back up on their hook as he stands, Jeremy turns to Barry and catches him wiping his dick with his own wild rag. Jeremy steps closer and asks at a normal volume, “Everything okay?”
Barry looks up, eyes sparkly and wide, and grins, “More than okay.”
Jeremy allows his own smirk to grow on his face, sauntering into Barry’s space and helping him put his cock away, “Yeah?”
Grin growing into a toothy smile, Barry leans down and kisses Jeremy’s cheek.
The action somehow feels more intimate than anything they’d just done.
Jeremy can’t help but blush, eyelashes fluttering as he clears his throat and tugs his hat down, saying, “You’re my hand for working the cattle today, right? We should get going.”
“Yes sir,” Barry keeps his gaze soft and Jeremy starts to lead them out of the tack room.
Opening the door, Laurelai is standing in the entryway.
“Holy!” Jeremy shouts, jumping back out of shock.
“Hello, boys,” Laurelai greets with a Cheshire Cat grin.
Jeremy coughs to save face, taking off his hat and pretending his face isn’t red as a beet, “Mrs. Radison. How are you, ma’am?”
“Not as good as you two, I figure,” she remarks, crossing her arms over her chest.
Mouth too dry to speak, Barry steps forward and asks, “Ma’am?”
“Oh, I just heard all of that,” she says, pointing behind them to the tack room, “You’re little heartfelt apology, you cheating on him with the surfer, and of course that juicy tidbit where you said my husband kissed you. Every last word. And of course, your sexcapade too. The tack room? Really?”
Jeremy and Barry share a glance of pure horror.
Laurelai continues as if they’d responded, “Did you seriously not learn your lesson the first time I caught you? See, I put you two together on the schedule just to come and see if you’d actually be stupid enough to do anything on the job again. And you did! Insane, really.”
Swallowing thickly, Jeremy asks, “And Marie, is she-”
“Oh, her? Yeah, she heard enough to corroborate me but I sent her away,” Laurelai answers the forming question, tacking on, “Thank God. She would’ve choked on her own drool if she’d caught that very loud ending.”
Barry puts up his hands, admitting defeat, “We’re real sorry, Mrs. Radison. Honest.”
“Ha, I bet you are.”
“So what are you gonna do?” Jeremy isn’t going to stoop to kissing ass, stating, “If you’re going to fire us then just do it.”
“Fire you?” Laurelai’s eyes twinkle with mischief, “No, babes, I don’t think so.”
Jeremy’s brow scrunches, not knowing what kind of game she’s playing and just asking outright, “Then what do you want from us?”
“From him? Nothing. But you, on the other hand,” Laurelai steps into the tack room, smile gone and expression sinister as she continues, “Isn’t it pretty clear by now?”
Not following, Jeremy shakes his head while maintaining eye contact with the actress.
“I don’t like you,” she says plainly, “I think you’re the reason Clark dragged us to this mountain. You could burn this place to the ground and he still wouldn’t let me fire you.”
“So you’re just planning to make my life a living hell instead? Until what? Until I decide to quit and leave?” Jeremy fills in the rest.
She bats her eyelashes, sarcastic smirk back as she pivots toward the door and says as a goodbye, “I’ve gotten what I need out of this. Enjoy your cattle drive, boys.”
Jeremy watches her until she’s out of sight, eyes flicking over to Barry who’s watching him closely. The ranch hand steps into his space and says, “I guess there’s no avoiding it now, she’s going to tell everyone what just happened.”
“I don’t know if she will,” Jeremy looks back out the door.
“What makes you say that?”
“In Hawaii, Clark told me that him and Laurelai are getting divorced,” Jeremy shares the secret, “I don’t think she wants that to get out. If she tells people that Clark kissed me, it wouldn’t look good for her.”
“Alright, maybe. But she’ll definitely tell them about us fucking in the tack room. C’mon, she’s a menace! She’ll do it just for fun!” Barry exclaims, gesturing back after her.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Jeremy crosses his arms, “We’ll just have to deny her and Marie’s stories. We should probably stay away from each other for a while.”
Barry exhales, shoulders minutely relaxing.
Jeremy pats him on the back and they go to their horses to continue their work.
Despite what he said, Jeremy’s heart won’t stop pattering from nerves.
Laurelai very well may not tell people about the kiss with Clark, but she’ll most certainly confront her husband about the unfaithful act.
He hates himself for bringing that up to Barry so carelessly, wishing he’d just kept the kiss private.
Continually tripping over his own two feet, Jeremy curses himself once more.
Clark’s not even back from Vancouver and he’s already wrecking all the chances he has of mending that relationship.
This will undoubtedly haunt Jeremy, getting the impression that he’s just thrown a stone into still water and the ripples will come back to drown him later.
Sky glowing violet as the sun sets, Jeremy enters the barn alone with the bull.
Doing the roundup with Barry had been successful, the ranch hand not speaking much and especially not referring to what had happened back in the tack room with Laurelai.
The rest of the day had gone by smoothly, no immediate danger, and Jeremy is finishing up by putting this unruly bull in the barn to sleep for the night.
This isn’t an easy task, having to be very careful of the angry bovine situated in the barn.
He uses his body to tempt the bull and get it in a certain direction, trapping it in a metal railing system.
He opens a gated chute and it goes running through metal alleys and into a pen that Jeremy’s quick to trap him behind.
Dusting his hands off, Jeremy’s turning to leave and grab some grub when his phone dings.
Checking it as he walks, his footfalls slow as he reads the text from Merle.
“hey, gonna be in Colorado this weekend. Can I see you?”