Chapter 5
Kitt Kelly nestled between his parted
thighs was a glorious sight. That
golden dark head of hair bobbed up
and down… Damn it, but he couldn't
keep his eyes off Kitt's lips. A moan
escaped Austin's throat in a primal
sound. He felt wild and free as Kitt
sucked him. Austin finally leaned back
on the sofa, all the while keeping his
eyes trained on Kitt's mouth.
He ran his fingers through the silken
strand of Kitt's hair and watched the
gold and blond filter through his hand.
Austin groaned, frantically guiding Kitt
back and forth as he thrust his hips
deeper into the furthest depths on
Kitt's mouth and throat. Kitt couldn't
seem to get enough of him. He begged
for Austin's taste, deep throating him
every single time.
The shrill ring of his phone jerked
Austin awake. He looked down at his
hands and around his living room. Kitt
was nowhere around. His cock throbbed
as he realized how close he'd come to
coming all over himself. "Damn it!"
SportCenter still played on the
television with the volume turned down
low. The phone sounded off again
alerting him of an incoming text. Ignoring
his dick, he picked up the phone and
with a slide of his finger pulled up the
message. It was four o'clock in the
morning and his team just sent the
surveillance information to his personal
email.
His hard-on stayed firm, irritatingly
jutting straight out of the athletic shorts,
begging him to finish the job. Instead he
pulled the laptop off the coffee table as
he rose back to a sitting position on the
sofa. It only took a minute to bring up his
private email and open the message Sam
sent. Nothing more than a slideshow of
photos was in the message. There was a
total of five photos. Austin didn't
hesitate to open them. His body's instant
reaction to the first image caused him to
involuntarily thrust his hips forward, his
heart lurched in his chest and his breath
hitched. His cock already so hard, he
grabbed it and squeezed tightly as he felt
the deep need to climax right then and
there.
The very first picture had Kitt coming
through the front door of his log cabin
wrapping a robe around his body. The
camera angled perfectly in this one shot,
making it obvious Kitt wore nothing
underneath the robe. Austin got a full
frontal view of his perfect body and dear
lord the guy didn't disappoint. Kitt was
hung, actually even bigger than Austin
remembered.
Austin kept the photo open and moved
on to the other images. In the next one,
the robe was fully wrapped round Kitt,
with no belt, only his hand held it
closed. Kitt looked to be hurrying. He
carried something small in his hand. The
shot was too far out to see what exactly
he held. Austin opened the third photo
with Kitt jogging barefoot out to the
Fisker where a man was just sliding
inside the car. Kitt handed the object
over as the guy sat inside the car. In the
next picture the man looked to be trying
to pull Kitt down by the arm, his lips
puckered for a kiss, but Kitt's eyes were
up and looking out. The last photo had
Kitt's lips on Fisker's. It was dark
outside and based on the time in the
message, the entire scene had literally
just played out only minutes ago.
Such an odd mix of emotion poured
through Austin. It was obvious Kitt was
gay. At the very least he was bi-sexual,
but for some reason Austin doubted that
theory and went straight for gay. Which
meant Austin was the luckiest guy on the
planet and he could eventually work Kitt
into his bed. Relief hit him hard. He
looked up saying a quick prayer of
thanks to the big man upstairs for letting
his hideaway include such a sexy, hot
gay man, before his eyes went back to
the photo immediately training in on
Fisker. Who was he? He certainly didn't
look like the farmer type. The car alone
didn't fit down here. He was handsome
and he and Kitt looked good together.
Jealousy snaked through Austin's heart,
and wasn't that just the oddest emotion
ever?
Moving the photo and whatever crazy
emotions went with it aside, Austin
flipped back to the first image and made
it the full size on the screen. The image
captivated him completely. It took
several minutes for Austin to realize
how badly he'd broken Kitt's privacy by
having these photos taken. Based on
Mike, Kitt must clearly be hiding. A life
choice Austin knew only too well. It
struck him as he stared at the screen that
perhaps he and his sexy as hell neighbor
were more alike than either realized.
Kitt would have to hate to know Austin
had these pictures, but at the same time,
for the first time in his celebrity life
Austin understood why the paparazzi had
their jobs. He finally got the draw of
taking candid shots of people who
interested you. For the life of him, he
couldn't turn away from this photo of his
neighbor in the nude.
Who knew how much time passed
before Austin saved the photo to his
computer, still leaving it open on the
screen. He picked his phone up and
dialed Sam. His eyes never left the
screen as his head of security answered
on the first ring. "I want these pictures
destroyed, ASAP. Please tell me I'm the
only one who got them."
"You are, sir. They'll be destroyed
now. I have all the media cards, myself."
"Good. Do you have anything more on
Fisker?"
"A full background report is coming
our way right now."
"Good. Text me when it comes in."
Austin didn't say goodbye instead he just
disconnected the call, his eyes still glued
to the screen. Kitt was a beautifully
made man. Austin had witnessed it first
hand with Kitt's shirt off the first day
they met, but now he could tell the thick
cord of his muscle ran from head to toe.
Kitt had solid, heavily muscular thighs
that led to what could very possibly be
one of the best bubble butts Austin had
ever seen. Kitt had the manbliques; those
perfect muscles forming a V from his
hips to his pelvis, pointing straight down
to that mouth watering dick. And dear
God if Austin didn't want to track those
abdominal muscles with his tongue.
Austin tugged the t-shirt over his head.
It was wrong of him to keep the photos,
especially with how badly Austin hated
having his picture secretly taken, but he
cast the thought aside and pushed his
pants all the way down and gripped his
cock. It wouldn't take long with the
image of his dream still within easy
reach in his mind. Austin leaned back on
the sofa and exhaled a deep breath.
Already stroking himself from tip to
base. His hips rolled, his heart began to
pound, his breathing turned into panting
and his lips parted. He never lost focus
of the image on his screen. Kitt's lips
were thick and full. They would fit so
easily around his cock. Austin wondered
if Kitt gave good head. A smile tore
from his lips with the anticipation of
finding out the answer. On a huff, he
thrust his hips forward, driving his cock
harder in his hand and dropped his head
back. The t-shirt barely made it in place
to capture the hot jets of his come as the
orgasm exploded from him.
The sensation was perfect and even as
his head rested back on the sofa, Austin
never took his eyes from the image on
the screen. He would have this moment
with the man very soon. Austin was
determined, and as if to prove he could,
he left the picture open, but lowered the
screen and walked back to his bedroom
dropping his shorts on the floor as he
went. He needed to sleep and then
formulate his plan.
Never turning on the overhead lights
Kitt saddled Bullet, his six year old
chestnut Mustang, in the dark barn. It
couldn't have been much past four thirty
in the morning and the sun would be
rising soon. In about an hour the barn
would come alive, but for now Kitt
needed the aloneness of wide open
spaces. He needed fresh air and Bullet
was always up for a good run. If Kitt
hurried, they could make it to the furthest
ridge to watch the sunrise and he could
try to settle some of this anxiety coursing
through his body.
He tugged the brow of his cowboy hat
down low on his forehead as he guided
Bullet out of the barn and then out of the
corral. Kitt couldn't quite put a finger on
what got him so worked up. He'd had
good, fulfilling sex all night long, and
twice in a matter of a few days. He
couldn't even remember the last time
that happened. He should be relaxed,
sated and sleeping heavily right now.
But instead, for some unexplainable
reason, he was all wound up like a bow.
He mounted Bullet and kicked him into a
trot.T he warm up didn't take long and
soon they were in a full out run. Both
knew the way, Bullet needed no help
from Kitt on the direction. It meant
something to Kitt to have a mount who
knew him so well. They rode in perfect
fluid motion as the first rays of morning
began to make their presence known.
Kitt couldn't stay gone long, but he
had a full thermos of gourmet coffee
with him and a ripe green apple for
Bullet. He'd volunteered to help Mike
out for the next couple of days as the
new cattle arrived over at the Grainger
Farm. Bullet, who instinctively knew
how to work cattle, would be needed
and the best option for the job. It
wouldn't take much to keep them in line
as they were run through the registration
process. If Kitt timed everything right,
they would leave from here and head
over to the Grainger farm around six, but
for the next hour he was free. He prayed
that it was enough time to clear his mind
and purge himself of all this unwanted
stress coursing through him.
Kitt rode Bullet hard, pushing him into
a faster run. The stallion jerked forward,
running easily without pause. The rush of
their breakneck speed sent a string of
goose bumps up and down Kitt's arms
and his heart picked its beat up. Kitt
hunkered down low talking softly to
Bullet and slowly the anxiety from last
night washed away. Kitt could ride
Bullet forever. He loved this horse.
The crest of the ridge came into view
as the sun broke over the horizon. Kitt
eased up on the reins, cooling Bullet
down for the last few hundred feet. The
sky was opening up, inviting the day in
with deep orange and yellow glows. The
first moments of the morning began the
slow heal of his soul, if only it lasted for
the few minutes he stayed on the small
hill. Bullet came to a stop and Kitt slid
down landing on his feet. He pulled the
thermos free of the saddle bag and
stroked Bullet as he let the reins go. He
knew Bullet wouldn't wander far. He
would be here within a minute if Kitt
gave their chosen whistle. Kitt let the
animal go and walked the distance to a
small cluster of rocks sitting right on the
edge. He took a seat and poured his
coffee letting the sun soak into his skin.
For the first time since seeing Austin
Grainger, Kitt's dick lay limp. He'd
used Sean hard last night, fucking him
until neither of them was able to stand on
their feet a minute longer. His thighs
ached under the exertion he'd put both of
them through. Once they fell on the bed,
Kitt started over again. He fucked Sean
for so long it made him question Kitt,
jumping to so many conclusions. And of
course, Sean had gotten it completely
wrong. He assumed it meant Kitt finally
committed to him. Sean dubbed their sex
as lovemaking which couldn't have been
any further from the truth.
The honest reality and what he would
never tell another living soul was that
Kitt had kept a rolling mental image in
his head of his new neighbor all night
long. He used Sean's body to fuck
Austin Grainger senseless. Sean told
Kitt he'd been different last night, more
fierce and aggressive, and he had. The
sex had been dominating and possessive.
He'd topped every single time, never
giving Sean's ass a break. Kitt had
claimed Sean, but he never had Sean in
mind at any point. It was all about
Austin. Every thrust, every grip, the
entire night of pounding was with Austin
consuming Kitt's every thought.
Kitt tried to set Sean straight before
he left. He told Sean he didn't want what
they had to end, but he also didn't want
the obligation of a regular thing between
them. Sean wouldn't hear any of it.
Instead he stayed convinced they'd
turned a corner last night and Kitt just
had cold feet. When Sean left this
morning, he left his wallet on the kitchen
counter. When Kitt ran it out to him,
Sean had uttered those three little words
to Kitt in the small kiss they shared at his
car. It baffled Kitt. How in the world did
things go from a random monthly fuck to
a declared 'I love you' relationship in
just seventy two hours?
The thought caused Kitt to grimace
and he rubbed a hand roughly across his
face. He'd have to break it off with
Sean. It needed to end, but God, Kitt
hated the thought of losing Sean right
now. They were past the getting to know
one another's preferences phase. He'd
broken Sean in to what he liked and vice
versa. He couldn't understand how love
had made its way into their deal? Kitt
didn't love Sean, Sean didn't love Kitt.
They fucked, nothing more. Why
couldn't they just keep going like they
were for the next thirty years without
putting all the emotion and labels on it?
"Damn it!" Kitt muttered as he did the
math in his mind. Sean represented the
last remnants of his carefree college
days. Pushing up the brim of his cowboy
hat, Kitt leaned back and took a long
drink of the hot coffee, letting it burn its
way down his throat. None of it really
mattered. Sean would have to go. At
least until he got some perspective. And
Kitt needed to focus on finding another
fuck buddy, soon.
It sure looked like Austin Grainger
was planning to put down roots. That
meant his future wife would be here at
some point soon, and if Kitt didn't find
someone to fuck, he'd be walking around
town with a rock hard cock targeted at a
straight, married man. "Damn it!"
Bullet snuck up on him, nudging Kitt
in the shoulder, startling him. It said
something that Kitt was so lost in thought
the horse was able to do that to him. The
sun was now fully over the ridge and
Kitt had missed that happening too.
"What? Want your apple?"
Kitt dug in his pack, and grabbed the
apple. Bullet greedily ate it staying close
to Kitt. He nudged Kitt again wanting to
be petted. Kitt obliged running his hands
down the stallion's silky coat. "What am
I gonna do, Bullet? Where do I even start
to find someone new?"
Bullet gave a snort shaking his head,
moving further down in the touch. "I
think that was a very distinctive 'Buck
the fuck up. Get out of your own head,
and take care of business.' Got it! And I
agree. As usual, you're right, boy."
Kitt gathered his coffee and tucked it
back in the saddle bag before mounting
Bullet again to make their way to the
Grainger farm at a much slower pace
than they'd raced to the ridge. It was
simple. Work hard. Work so hard he
couldn't think of anything else, and deal
with Sean before the weekend because
there would be no more use of the "L"
word anywhere in his near future. After
that, he'd start looking for someone else
to fuck. Okay, Kitt admitted it wasn't a
brilliant plan, but it would work. And
that's all he needed. Well, that, and
maybe a haircut.