Eyes (by morrobay1990)
It wasn't something he thought of often...but once in a while.
He knew what beautiful was...he saw beauty in women's faces, the high Wyoming mountains, horses...all kinds of things. But you weren't supposed to think...a man was beautiful.
But Jack...Jesus. And those eyes. Sometimes he was glad Jack liked to talk so much, just so he could sit and stare at him...he tried to listen, but really he was just looking at those eyes.
Lately he had started to wonder what it would be like to look into those eyes while they were fucking. Maybe he should find out...tonight.
The Sun
He changed his mind.
Truth was once the thought had settled in he hadn't been able to shake it off. It annoyed the hell outta him but he couldn't do absolutely nothin' about it. So, he'd decided to do it soon as he got back. To see what it was like and fuckin' forget about it already.
He came down early, feeling a little funny, stalled when he got to the camp and dismounted, fiddled around Cigar Butt longer than necessary, light headed, his mouth dry. Shit, last thing he needed was a sunstroke. It'd been unusually warm lately and he'd been out in the sun the whole day.
He caught Jack by his belt when his friend brushed by, heading towards the river. Pulled him into his arms, back to front, rocked him a little. Then his hands found Jack's belt buckle and things heated up in a second. But when Jack dropped on the grass on his hands and knees, jeans around his ankles, he tackled him, rolled him onto his back and crashed on top.
The late afternoon sun caressed their exposed skin and he felt dizzy again, his heart leaped to his throat. Fuck, got himself a sunstroke after all…
…And when he was finally home and looked at Jack's eyes, so close up beneath him, he gasped… holy fuckin' shit!.. and closed his eyes…
'Cause how the fuck you supposed ta keep your eyes open gazing straight inta the sun?..
