Chapter 2
A vibration jarred Kitt awake and it
took him a second to acclimate to his
surroundings. White and black chrome
took shape as he opened his eyes, not the
polished finish of his hand built log
cabin back on the farm. The bed felt
about the same – or maybe not… Kitt
had just spent lots of time in this bed
over the last few years; maybe that's
why it felt like home.
Kitt turned his head to look over at the
nightstand. The alarm clock read a
quarter after six in the morning. He was
alone in bed so he took the minute to
stretch his long body out. A smile came
to his lips at the rolling ache in his sore
muscles after hours of deeply gratifying
marathon style sex he'd shared with his
super hot bed partner. Sean knew him
well and easily manipulated him with all
the right moves. Sean also loved to
bottom letting Kitt bend, torture and
dominate him in every way.
"Good morning. I knew you would
want to get on the road. I made coffee
and a bagel wrapped and ready to go."
Sean came through the bedroom door
carrying two cups of steaming hot
coffee. Kitt scooted up on the bed,
leaning against the headboard to take the
cup, not quite ready to give up of the
comfort of the moment. Sean sat on the
end of the bed, tucking one of his long
legs underneath him. He was tall, dark
and exceedingly handsome. There had to
be some Spanish or Mediterranean deep
his ancestry. Over all these years Kitt
had never asked about it but saw it so
clearly in the deep dark chocolate brown
eyes and olive complexion. Sean also
had a thick brush of long eyelashes
sweeping up and down every time he
blinked. Kitt could feel his arousal stir
to life just looking at the man.
"You were incredible last night, Kitt.
I'm glad you finally got the time to come
up and see me," Sean said before taking
a sip of his coffee.
"I've been busy. I needed it though.
Thanks for fittin' me in." He gave a
small kick in Sean's direction and
brushed a hand through his light brown
hair.
"You've been spending time in the sun
with no sunscreen, Kitt. I keep telling
you it's bad for your skin. You need to
spray tan, it's healthier and everyone's
doing it." Sean eyed Kitt closely. "The
sun's changed your hair color, I like the
gold and auburn highlights. It's longer
than I've ever seen you wear it… I like
this new look, but you need sunscreen!"
Sean scooted closer to Kitt as he spoke.
He laid his coffee on the night stand.
They had been in this relationship for the
past five or six years, ever since they
met when Kitt was on spring break from
Grad school, floating the river in New
Braunfels.
"I need to take the time to get it cut.
It's in the way." Kitt let Sean take his
cup, and watched him sweep a hand
down Kitt's chest. Sean lowered the
sheet covering his half aroused cock.
"I think you need one for the road.
Maybe it'll entice you back to my bed
sooner. You know you're my favorite
bed partner. No one's built like you. I
guess it's just that home grown, corn fed
thing I keep hearing about with you farm
boys." Sean took Kitt's dick in his hand,
skillfully bringing it fully back to life.
"Hmm…" Kitt sucked his breath in at
the feel of Sean's hands moving on him.
"We went all night. I can't believe you
want more." He rolled his hips forward,
his cock begging for Sean's tongue.
"I always want you, Kitt. I never turn
you down. Besides, all these committed
relationships and marriage fighters are
really putting a damper on the available
men out there," Sean said reaching in to
slant his mouth over Kitt's. He opened
immediately for Sean's sensual assault,
snaking his hands up Sean's back to pull
him against his chest.
It became a battle of tongues as Kitt
reached his hands low sliding them in
the waistband of Sean's workout shorts.
As he'd expected there was no
underwear in the way, just Sean, hard
and ready. Sean tore from the kiss,
licking and nibbling his way to softly
whisper in Kitt's ear. "Let me suck you
just the way you like it before you go.
Something to remember me by."
Sean pulled away, looking Kitt in the
eyes. "Come in my mouth... Don't push
me away. I know you're clean and I love
your taste. No one tastes like you."
He didn't wait for an answer but
trailed kisses down Kitt's chest, taking
special care around each nipple. He
worked his tongue slowly licking over
each defined abdominal muscle in Kitt's
stomach. God, how Kitt loved that
move! He tightened his grip in Sean's
thick, silky black hair, and pushed him
lower. The chuckling coming from
below had Kitt again rolling his hips
forward as his dick was lifted to
position. Sean placed a simple, firm kiss
on his broad head and then slid Kitt's
hard as steel cock deep into his mouth.
Sean had a way with blow jobs. He
rolled his tongue around Kitt's dick,
sucking him in deeply until he hit the
back of Sean's throat. The gentle scrape
of teeth, along with a swirl of his tongue
caused Kitt to buck his hips forward, to
thrust himself deeper inside Sean's
mouth. Sean never failed to take him as
far as he needed to go, deep throating
him time and time again.
It didn't take long before Kitt's spine
began to tingle. He bucked his hips now
in earnest as he fucked Sean's mouth.
Kitt rolled his head back, exhaling
sharply. He tightened his hold on Sean's
hair, keeping it right there as Kitt fucked
him hard with his hips. Kitt's heart
pounded when wave after wave of hot,
creamy release exploded from his body.
True to Sean's word, he drank it all
down, never pulling away from the deep
thrusting Kitt continued to make until
there was nothing left but the sated
feelings taking over his body.
Sean stayed on him. He cleaned Kitt's
cock with his tongue before releasing
him to kiss his way back up Kitt's chest.
Kitt slid his hand up to cover his nipple
as Sean's tongue tried to slide across it.
Every nerve ending in his body was in
overload and his nipples were just too
sensitive to allow Sean to suck on them
like he liked to do after sex. Another one
of those sexy chuckles sounded off as
Sean rose from the bed. Kitt opened one
eye and watched Sean walk across the
bedroom, dropping his workout shorts as
he went.
"I have work this morning and you
need to get back on the road or so you
told me several times last night."
Kitt watched the enticingly hot bubble
butt bounce back and forth as Sean
strutted into his closet. It took Kitt a
minute longer to finally look over at the
clock to see it was already a quarter to
seven, fifteen minutes later than he'd
intended to leave. Kitt forced his sated
body to move. He took a moment, just
placing both feet on the plush rug before
he pushed himself up, relieved when he
stayed on his feet. The ache from earlier
made itself known. His thighs hurt from
the hours of thrusting he'd done and his
arms were sore from holding Sean's ass
and legs just the way he wanted them.
The best part though, his ass hurt. He'd
been used pretty solidly last night which
was a little different for him and Sean.
Kitt moved his sore limbs across the
room to a chair where his clothes were
discarded last night. Sean was a clean
freak and even as the clothes were torn
away, he always took the minute to fold
them neatly on the chair. Everything had
a place in Sean's life and Kitt wondered
about the workout shorts still lying in the
middle of the floor. Kitt assumed he left
them there to prove he could, but it had
to be eating Sean up inside.
Kitt decided to give Sean a break and
picked up the shorts, casually folding
them before dropping them on the
dresser where the television sat. He
turned the TV on, hoping to catch a few
minutes of local news to get an idea on
the traffic this morning.
All Kitt had was the clothes he wore
last night and he began to dress, pulling
on his plaid button down with one eye
focused on the television as Sean
reappeared from the closet wearing dark
slacks, a crisp white dress shirt, a
crimson silk tie hanging around his
shoulders, and some sort of matching
expensive looking loafers. His sexy fuck
buddy was hot as hell, and tying his tie
as he spoke.
"You know him, don't you?" Sean
nodded toward the television. It took
Kitt a second to focus his eyes back on
the screen and not leer at the overly
handsome man stepping from the closet.
"Yep, well, no. Austin Grainger went
to my high school. He's three or four
years older than me. I wouldn't say I
know him." Kitt was now fully focused
on the sexiest man alive. Literally, per
People Magazine.
"They say he likes the boys. Did he
like you back then? Maybe you shared
some of this tight ass of yours with him
in that Ag barn you're so proud of?"
Sean patted Kitt's ass as he walked by.
"Nah, I don't think he's gay. He dated
the head cheerleader back then. They got
caught on my dad's land together." Kitt's
eyes stayed glued to the television
screen.
"Doesn't mean he doesn't like a guy
now and then." Sean looked at himself in
the dresser mirror as he adjusted his tie
before placing the cuff links to his
wrists.
"Maybe, but I don't think so. I never
saw it," Kitt said and stepped closer to
the TV.
Austin had aged well and was still hot
as ever. There weren't too many men
better looking than Sean, but Austin
easily ranked higher. When Kitt was a
teenager, no other person on the planet
starred in his daydreams as frequently as
Austin Grainger. At fifteen years old
he'd woken plenty of mornings all sticky
wet after dreaming some of the most
erotic dreams a boy could have and they
all centered on Austin.
"You know, I was thinking with all
this talk of commitment and marriage...
We aren't getting any younger, you and
I," Sean said as he watched Kitt from his
dresser's mirror.
Kitt glanced up, but quickly turned his
eyes back down at the screen.
"Whatever, you're the old man out of the
two of us. I'm still in my twenties."
Kitt sat down on the side of the bed to
slide on his socks and boots. Whatever
show Austin was on had finished airing,
freeing Kitt from watching the screen,
and he looked back up at Sean.
Something serious crossed his face, a
point he was trying to make and Kitt
thought fast to remember what they were
talking about.
"…and I sure like the way you fuck.
Clearly I do. I've known you for seven
years and I only have to see your text
and I start backing out of whatever I've
got going on. Maybe we should consider
making this more permanent." Sean
finally turned toward him, leaning back
against the dresser and stared at Kitt.
"You don't have to cancel plans for
me. Just tell me when's good." Kitt
tugged hard at the leather loops at the top
of his boot until his heel slid inside.
"You're missing my point, Kitt. Let
me try again, there's a bigger picture
here. While you were buried deep inside
my ass last night, I realized how much I
like you there. I'm thirty five, not a kid
anymore. Perhaps it's time I settle
down… with you."
The words stopped Kitt cold while he
pushed the tails of his shirt into his blue
jeans. He looked up at Sean with
surprise evident on his face. Never, did
he ever think Sean would say something
like this. Sean was a stereotypical gay
man. Stockbroker by day, man whore by
night. Kitt narrowed his eyes and
watched him closely, wondering if he
could have interpreted the words
incorrectly. Sean chose then to leave his
spot by the dresser to come to Kitt. He
wrapped his arms around Kitt and
tucked his shirt in from the back.
"I see you're as surprised by my
suggestion as I am. It's not such a crazy
idea if you think about it. You're about
the hottest guy I've ever seen. I've told
you over and over you're like a smoke
free version of the Marlboro man." Sean
stopped speaking and looked up at Kitt's
face while wrapping his arms tighter
around Kitt as he tugged them closer
together.
"I can see by the look in your eyes you
never believe me… Kitt, it's time for
you to think better of yourself. You're
gorgeous, babe. You've got a strong
jaw, high cheek bones, sexy full lips and
that slightly crooked nose turns my shit
on. You rock these Wranglers like they
were made just for your body, but I
digress… Say you'll think about it."
Sean slid his hands along Kitt's arms
hanging loosely at his sides and
wrapped them around his waist in the
same manner he held Kitt.
They were about the same height,
about the same build; muscular, but not
too bulky. It felt right to hold Sean,
especially when he lowered his hands
down on Kitt's ass, tugging their hips
tighter together. Kitt could feel Sean
grow harder as he spoke, and the
realization hit him: this conversation
turned Sean on. He was serious.
"What about the problem of the hour
and a half between our houses? I can't
come up here much more than I already
do." Kitt was shocked at his own words.
Was he really considering it?
"You could let me come to you."
Sean's stare never faltered.
"Sean…" The thought made Kitt
cringe. Secrets only held when nothing
broke through the carefully planned lies.
"No, I see that look in your eyes. I
could be discreet for a while. Keep it
hidden while we decide if it's working,"
Sean said.
"Yeah, no... You don't have a discreet
bone in your body." Kitt laughed at the
thought. "No way. It's impossible, Sean.
You drive a Fisker. You look like a
male model! You draw attention like
honey draws flies, and you do it on
purpose."
Sean completely ignored him holding
him in place as Kitt tried to pull free.
"I was thinking if you came up here
once a week and I came to you once a
week, we could make it work until one
of us gives and moves to the other."
Okay, well that sentence just proved
to Kitt this was more than a spur of the
moment thought, and way more than just
bumping up the regularity of their sex
partnership. Sean had to have been
thinking about this for a while. It left Kitt
with no words.
Every part of the conversation was
completely unexpected and just grew
crazier by the second. Kitt would never
give the farm up and no way would Sean
fit in down in his world. Besides, there
was a much bigger issue. Kitt had never
considered long term with Sean. Hell,
he'd never thought in long term about
anyone. He was a confirmed bachelor
for life. He knew his plight, owned it,
and planned to live just like this forever.
It was the exact reason he thought he and
Sean were such a perfect match.
"Kitt, just think about it. I know I'm
your only partner. It's obvious, and with
a little more regularity you could be
mine. I love having sex with you, that's
all I'm saying. I'll give you a few days
but promise me you'll think about. And I
will be discreet. I can buy one of those
big pickup trucks to drive down and see
you in." Sean finally pulled away from
Kitt handing him his wallet and cowboy
hat that were still on the chair before
walking back across the room to the
closet to grab a suit jacket.
"I have an appointment this morning.
You could stay, but I know you would
rather get on the road."
Sean never said another word about
commitments or long term relationships
as they left his apartment. They rode the
elevator down the high rise to the
underground garage. Kitt had parked his
truck next to Sean's shiny, new Fisker
sports car when he arrived last night. He
went directly to it and Sean followed
behind him, not going to his car like he
usually did when they left together.
"I love watching you back this
massive vehicle into this small space. It
reminds me of us having sex." Sean
chuckled and pushed Kitt against the
side of the truck. He was bold this
morning, leaning into Kitt for all his
neighbors to see. These public displays
weren't something Kitt did and he never
got used to it when Sean made the move.
It was hard to hide when you were so
public with what you were doing. He
couldn't help but cut his eyes around to
see who might be watching. Sean
gripped his jaw flipping his head back to
look at only him.
"It's okay to be gay, Kitt. I don't know
why you won't just go with what's
natural for you. Think about what I said.
We connect well together and you'd be
good on my arm. I'm getting a promotion
to Senior Vice President. You wouldn't
have to work yourself into an early
grave out there, trying to make your
dad's place what it once was a hundred
years ago. Promise me you'll think about
it." Sean leaned in and placed his lips on
Kitt's for a quick chaste kiss before he
turned and walked away. "Now drive
away in that big ass truck. I love to
watch you go."
Kitt didn't say a word. He clicked the
key remote to unlock the doors before he
used the side step to lift himself inside
the driver's seat. He was still
completely shocked at the turn of events
between them. Kitt searched his frantic
brain, but couldn't figure out what
happened in their night to cause Sean to
think in terms of exclusivity – with him.
It wasn't just that, because hell, Kitt
already was exclusive to Sean. He lived
out in the country. Three thousand
people lived in a sixty square mile
radius of the farm, and as best he could
tell, not one of them was a gay man.
Hell, if there was someone, he'd be
finding a way to fuck them along with
Sean.
"Exclusive… Damn it," Kitt muttered
driving from the underground garage.
This was going to fuck their relationship
up. Kitt didn't want an obligation and he
sure didn't want to explain Sean's
presence to anyone down on the farm. It
had taken him a long time to earn the
respect of his ranch hands after his
father's sudden heart attack. He'd just
now proved he could run the place. That
everything he'd learned in college, the
progressive way of farming and ranching
could work better than his dad's old
school ways. If his employees learned
the truth about whose bed his boots had
been under… Yeah, no way! Kitt knew
he could never come out in the
Agriculture world. The heavy hitters of
the industry were packed with rednecks
and homophobes. No way could he ever
come out.
Kitt pushed, no shoved, Sean's idea
out of his mind. He decided he would
deal with it later. If he needed to find a
new fuck buddy, fine, he would. Dallas
was full of gay men. Maybe switching to
Houston or Austin might produce better
results. It could give him a good change
of pace. Proximity wise, they were
further away from the farm. Even less
chance of him getting caught. Surely he
still had connections close to Houston.
His alma mater was only about an hour
away from there. Besides, even with
everything else against them,
relationships required a time
commitment to be successful, and time
wasn't something Kitt had to spare right
now.
Kitt easily navigated his oversized
pick-up through the crowded downtown
streets of Dallas, not letting himself
consider Sean's proposal any more – his
mind was made. He'd find a way to tell
Sean no and keep them going just like
they had been or end it all together. His
hip vibrated. It reminded Kitt he'd
silenced the phone the previous night.
He palmed it at a stop light. It wasn't
anyone on the farm like he thought, but
Sean.
'I know you better than anyone does.
We've been together too long. We can
make it work. I'm willing to stay hidden
for a while and having sex with you a
couple of times a week will hold me
over, I'm sure. I love our sex... sucking
you, swallowing you… Don't deny us.
I'll keep things like we have them for
now, but I'll be working my way in that
direction. You're suddenly very
important to me. Actually Kitt, you
have been for some time now, I've just
kept it quiet.'
Kitt didn't respond but scanned the
message a couple of times until the stop
light turned green. He turned up the
volume on the radio and tossed the
phone in the cup holder it usually rested
in. One thing he knew without question,
he didn't have time for all this right now.
If Sean was willing to give him time,
he'd take it and pray Sean changed his
mind. Kitt liked their sex too, always
had, but no way was he ready for any
sort of relationship. That wasn't going to
change, not for anyone.
As he wound his way through the
extreme downtown traffic, Kitt forced
his thoughts away from Sean to focus on
monumentally more important things.
Like his new colt. Or rather on the
prospect of his new colt. Kitt had taken
out loans and invested in four registered
mares. Over the next few weeks the first
of four artificially inseminated Quarter
Horses would give birth on the farm. His
father had only run cattle on the ranch,
but Kitt took a chance. All four mares
had been successfully impregnated and
were stabled on the farm right now. If
things worked out like he hoped, their
newborn foals could easily sell for
thousands and thousands of dollars,
changing everything for him, his
stepmom and two little sisters.
Kitt was feeling on much more solid
ground mentally. No, personal
relationships meant very little to him
right now. He was standing on the edge.
He needed to stay focused and on target.
One wrong move could ruin everything.
The sounds of the Kidd Kraddick
Morning show filled his mind and he
ignored everything as he hit Interstate 20
to make the long drive home.