Apple tree, red and green, Christmas colors.
Fall season, autumn's bounty, plenty of pumpkins and squash, in sizes from fist size to large beach ball.
His own hard work had rewarded him well, enough to keep and share with the local farmers market also.
On the back of his neck a patch of warmth hotter than the sun.
'You've achieved rather decently with those talented hands.'
Daniel shrugged. 'The compost helped. Antonio, cut it out!' he shied and squirmed away from the kisses. 'Nosy neighbors.'
'First, my dear, the closest is over thirty miles down the road. Second, very tall fence.'
'Not tall enough.' Daniel replied with a smile. 'Dodge the turnips, don't squish them. Here, push the wheelbarrow.'
Caesaro gave the rake and shovels a particularly sour look. 'I'd prefer placing you in a wheelbarrow...position.'
That comment along with the smirk and wink that followed created a crimson face that defeated the apples in coloring.
'every man I ever adore is a pervert.'
'I'm the best.'
'Yeah.'
'That was statement, not question.'
'Huge ego, tiny genitals.' Daniel laughed.
He didn't mind Antonio at all, someone who'd accepted him as is, not rejected him the way both Kane and Randy had, more interested in good looks than a kind personality, but that was a man for you, always shallow.
Antonio was completely opposite, never mocked his gardening, his recycling, his half-crazed careful flushing habits.
Stayed by his side, grinning, very charming, digging in the soil with no complaints, kept him busy day and night...
Daniel squinted during rotation, very cautiously being giant-swung, his boyfriend( a odd word in his mouth) making sure not to bump his head on any hard surface as they moved in a circle, Dbry on his back, off the floor, legs behind Antonio, stretched out full, and his hairy lover inside him.
Equally as grand was facing upward in the swinging motion, staring up into that tough face, watching the orgasm show, a bright light through grey clouds.
Back face down with a comfortable plop on the bed, holding on to organic cloth, no goose feathers here, and remained impaled gladly, thrilled at each touch.
'My rutabaga grower.' Antonio mumbled sweetly into the back of daniel's neck, his favorite kissing place. 'They were fools to reject you.'
daniel thought this over. Maybe they were, Kane and Randy, but he didn't care anymore.
They were only a faded memory.
He went on without them, proud, happy, no more being a guy-virgin.
Walking but not alone.
'So this is NXT.' Solomon stated, keeping a grip on his dad, protective but not over, he loved the man too much to squish him.
'It's quite a sight. I always knew from the start you'd make it big.'
Solomon blushed, a joyful rapid increase of his heart. 'Call me big star when I get my action figure.'
They laughed together, human father and demon in a human body son.
Leo pounced at them, skidded to a halt, crouched, grinned.
S sucked in a hissing breath. He didn't want to make a scene...yet...but he'd put Leo or anybody else in a hospital bed before he'd let his dad be attacked.
Leo smiled and embraced, a marshmallow hug.
'A new panda! You're welcome welcome, not Sandow, nooooo, welcome here, be happy! Sit down, feet up, rest, have fun, good friend!'
Solomon's father winced at the scampering away Leo, glanced at his son.
'He's always like that. I think he hit his head on something, a truck, maybe.'
'Wow, everyone is...very friendly here, huh?'
'I'll keep you far from those who aren't.' S replied with a smile as they walked through the arena.
