Eighteen
Keith
Hank was having the time of his life while I was growing anxious for time alone with Bart.
Who looked a little too relaxed leaning against my workbench watching Hank like he was seeing something both amazing and life altering.
Until he glanced at me with that fucking smirk.
I now knew that smirk. He knew he was getting to me, and he loved it.
And as long as I didn’t have to admit it to him, I loved it too.
“What are you making?” Bart finally asked Hank. Sweat poured down his face as he pounded that piece of scrap metal so much, I wasn’t sure there was any of it left.
“I’m waiting for the metal to show me what to make,” Hank said, serious as all get out.
“You’re what?” I asked.
“I heard that on one of those knife making shows.”
“Is it showing you anything?” I asked and looked at the nearly destroyed piece of metal a little closer.
“Not yet, it must need more work,” Hank said and held it up to look at. “Could be a modern art piece.”
“Yeah, could be,” Bart agreed.
After another hour of the back and forth, lots of pounding, and even more discussion, Hank was worn out enough to be ready to give it a rest. “Well, I guess I’ll take off.
I’m sure the wife is wondering when I’ll be home.
You guys have fun and be sure to show me anything you make.
Do you mind if I take this?” He held the piece of metal he’d worked on like it was a delicate treasure, and I guess to him it was.
“You go right ahead. I’ll make sure I have more scrap metal the next time you come by.”
“Thanks so much, Keith, this has been great fun. Nice meeting you, Bart. Look out for this one,” he said and jerked his thumb at me on his way out the door.
“See you later,” Bart said before casually setting down the hammer he was holding and sliding up to me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I said not really sure what else to say. My game was so off.
“Want to go hang out inside for a while?”
“For a while?” I really wanted him to stay. Just imagining sharing a bed with him was driving me crazy and thinking that wouldn’t happen was disappointing. It wasn’t just about the possibility of sex, it was sharing his warmth and holding him while he slept, and what the—
“All night can mean a while, right?”
I blew out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and pulled him in for a hug. “You can stay as long as you like, or you can leave if you need to get home. I’m just really glad we got to spend some time together without all the cows.”
“I love the cows. Except Brenda, she’s got it in for me,” he said. I leaned back enough to meet his eyes before both of us dissolved into laughter.
“Some of them have real attitude problems.”
“I feel like you have the worst end of the deal. Though at least you can put them in the crush, so they don’t kick you.”
“That doesn’t stop them from trying, and the number of times I’ve been shit on . . . well I stopped counting a while ago.” He grinned at me and I had to kiss those sweet lips one more time.
When we broke apart the air around us swirled with heat. I wanted him so fucking bad I could taste it and if I had to guess, I’d say he felt the same. “Ready?” he asked.
“More than.” I double checked everything was off, turned off the light, and locked the door before walking toward the house.
It was a beautiful night, warm but not hot.
The moon was coming up as the sun was barely above the mountains in the west. He took my hand and the two of us walked inside. “Did you want something to drink?”
“No, I want to fuck you,” he said like it was something he said every day, or like he was telling me he wanted a beer or a soda. “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s okay with me,” I finally managed to say.
He gripped the back of my hair so tight my eyes rolled back.
Never had I wanted to give all control over to another person.
I’d been big since high school and always dreamed of having someone who could be the big strong one instead of it always falling on me.
My dick was right there too and was hard as rock when he reached down and stroked me through my jeans, dragging a gasp out of me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled close to my ear. “Bedroom?”
I shook my head to clear my mind and practically carried him to my room.
It was like the rest of my house, nothing fancy, but it was clean, comfortable, and inviting.
He pulled his shirt over his head, and I knelt at his feet.
My hands glided over his defined abs and squeezed his pecs before brushing my thumb over his nipple.
He watched every movement without moving or flinching, but his breath sped up and when I brushed against his dick he was just as hard as me. “You’re gorgeous.”
“It’s my farmwork body. Believe me I didn’t have these abs before I got here,” he said and without looking away he leaned down enough to unbutton my shirt. “I want to see you.”
Gripping his arms I guided him to the edge of the bed before stepping back enough to pull off my shirt, slowly and looking what I hoped was sexy. He took in every inch of skin I exposed and when I reached to undo my belt, he stood and moved my hands away.
“Let me,” he said, his voice thick with desire and his hands trembling.
He had my belt unbuckled and opened my first button before I realized I still had my boots on, but I didn’t have the strength to stop him as he moved to the second button.
His breath on my groin nearly did me in, but then he leaned forward and kissed me as he undid another button.
“So sexy.” One hand gripped my pec while the other undid the last button and he finally pushed my jeans and boxers down.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked because goddamn this slow play shit was both hot and horrible all at the same time.
“Maybe.” I forgave him as soon as he buried his face in my groin and licked the base of my dick.
“Oh god!” The sound I made didn’t sound like me and I couldn’t bother to even care when I looked down and watched him take me in both hands before licking the sensitive head.
“This is going to be fun.” Before I had time to even think of an answer he swallowed me whole, and once again a strange noise came out of me, and once again I did not care.