Chapter Six #3
He followed Tyler into the horse barn and shut the door behind them.
Tyler was on him before he could take two steps into the building.
His lips were cold from the frigid temps outside, but his tongue and mouth were warm.
Owen groaned his appreciation and wrapped his arms around Tyler.
A few of the horses nickered a protest of neglect from their stalls.
Tyler pulled back from their kiss, his lips wet and red, and smiled. “We get it,” he called out. “You’re hungry.”
Owen swiped a thumb over Tyler’s mouth and then wiped his own. “We’re going to get chapped lips if we’re not careful.”
“Better invest in some lip balm,” Tyler said as he stepped backward. “Surely Hope makes one for this kind of thing.”
“Pretty sure she does.” Owen narrowed his eyes. “How’d you end up with lube from her store? You won’t step foot in there.”
“Rueben gave me a goodie bag as a gag gift last year.” Tyler canted his head as if reconsidering that. “Or maybe he just wanted to be sure I was prepared for whenever I got my head out of my ass.”
Owen snorted and tugged him deeper into the barn. “That’s a strong possibility.”
They headed to Finley’s office, where he kept a clipboard with daily assignments. The list was typically short and routine on the weekends, but sometimes Finley added extra items if any of the horses needed extra TLC.
“You better check the list,” Owen told Finley. “We’ll likely be here all day if I try to read it off.”
Tyler didn’t like it when he made fun of his reading problems, but it was the absolute truth. Owen didn’t want anything to sour their mood, so he kissed Tyler to distract him.
“The quicker we finish, the faster we get back to traumatizing the cats with our lewd behavior,” Owen said.
Tyler stared at him for a few seconds before turning his attention to the assignments. “We need to check Loretta. She has a scratch on her hindquarters.”
“If there’s a splinter on the fence rails or in their stalls, their asses will always find it.”
They worked in tandem as they had every day on the ranch, but this was the first time they exchanged sweet kisses between tasks.
It sure made the process faster and sweeter.
Owen’s anticipation had been building since they left Tyler’s cabin, and it reached the flashpoint by the time they shut and locked the door behind them.
Outerwear and boots went flying, and their clothes soon followed until only their underwear remained.
Owen wasn’t sure if they should head to the bed or sofa, so he let Tyler take the lead.
He ended up on the sofa with Tyler straddling his thighs.
A shiver shook his frame, and Owen wrapped the throw blanket around his shoulders.
Tyler raked his fingers down Owen’s chest but stopped at his underwear, a pair of navy briefs instead of loose boxers like he’d worn the previous day.
“Did you wear these because you’re worried your escape-artist dick will make me uncomfortable?”
“Nope,” Owen replied, but Tyler didn’t look convinced. “I need to do laundry.”
“Today?”
Owen shook his head. “I have more important things to do.”
“Yeah? Like watch football?”
“Yes,” Owen replied. “That’s one F word. Food is another. I have leftover chili at my place. Figured we could reheat it for dinner tonight.”
“Mmm. Sounds perfect,” Tyler said. “Anything else you plan to do that starts with F?”
“Frot.” Owen tugged him closer until there was no room between them. “Let me show you.”
He gripped Tyler’s ass and rocked his hips forward so their erections rubbed against each other through their underwear.
Tyler placed his hands on Owen’s shoulders and let his head fall back.
Owen pulled Tyler’s hips into him a few more times, demonstrating the art of frotting before encouraging him to take over.
It took a few thrusts, but Tyler caught on quickly and rode them both to climax.
“Another sticky mess,” Tyler said after collapsing against his chest.
Owen nuzzled his nose against Ty’s neck. “I should’ve brought extra underwear over.”
“Or we could skip them altogether.”
“Are you sure?”
Tyler raised his head and looked at him with sated brown eyes.
“I’m positive.” He stood up from Owen’s lap and pushed his underwear down his legs.
His release glistened on his lower abdomen, dark curls, and his softening cock.
Owen stood up and followed Tyler’s lead.
They stared at one another for several seconds until they both shivered from the chill.
“Let’s get cleaned up and back under the blanket,” Owen said.
The shower wasn’t big enough for both of them, so they opted to clean off with wet washcloths before toweling dry. They ended up horizontal on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and each other. Tyler’s bare flesh against him was the most incredible feeling.
“I’m going to get hard again once I recover,” Owen admitted.
Tyler moaned softly. “And we’ll do that frotting thing naked.”
And that was how Owen spent the best day of his life.