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by Laddie252

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11. tp6

Chapter 6
Austin woke with a smile on his face,
his body relaxed and his dreams the
sweetest he could remember in a while.
They all still starred his sexy next door
neighbor… How in the world did Austin
get lucky enough to find his hiding place
right next door to a beautiful gay man?
Life was so looking up! When he'd made
the final decision to move here, he knew
his sex life would take a hit. He wasn't
quite sure what he might do to work it
out other than long dry spells and lots of
jacking off while he tried to find
someone to screw.
Now, all that was taken care of. He
just needed a solid game plan to woo
said hot neighbor to his bed. The thought
caused him to stir fully awake with the
image he saw in his email last night at
the top of his mind. He played out
different scenarios, over and over, to fit
that exact image, but they all included
him and not the Fisker guy on the
receiving end.
He naturally put himself as the bottom
in his and Kitt's relationship. Austin saw
himself that way and any time he found a
more than a one-time sex partner, he
chose to bottom. Austin wasn't really the
hard, angry man most of the world saw.
That image was the result of the extreme
celebrity world he'd lived in. When he
found a regular sex partner, Austin
turned more pleasing and he often
wondered if that was what might happen
in a true relationship. He wanted his sex
partner happy. He found he gifted a lot.
He had fun in their time together. He
laughed, even became giddy and
talkative. Austin encouraged his partner
to always be the dominant one. Letting
him take a step back and be cared for. It
was such a role reversal for him it took
most guys a minute to catch up.
He hoped Kitt liked to top, to take
charge, but Austin didn't even try to lie
to himself. He found he desperately
wanted to be buried deep inside Kitt's
tight ass on the first go of things. To
make that happen, he knew he'd have to
work for it, it wouldn't come easy and
everything always came easy for Austin.
Austin flipped on the shower, brushed
his teeth and stepped under the spray,
closing his eyes still fantasizing about
Kitt seductively peeling off that robe of
his in his bedroom. Austin imagined it
floating to the floor as Kitt climbed on
top of Austin, sliding straight down on
top of his hard swollen cock. Kitt would
ride him using those powerful thighs to
fuck Austin. The image so perfect in his
mind, he could envision Kitt's oversized
rigid cock bouncing and slapping against
Austin's stomach as he moved up and
down on him, faster and harder.
Again, for a second time in only a
matter of a few hours, Austin reached
low and began to stroke himself to the
same rhythm he imagined Kitt to so
boldly perform on his body. God, the
image was incredible, and made Austin
buck his hips. He imagined taking Kitt's
cock in his hand, stroking him as Kitt
continued the bareback assault on his
hardened arousal. Austin slapped a hand
against the wet tile to brace himself. He
aimed for the drain as he came. The
warm water ran freely down his head,
pooling at his chin as he watched wave
after wave of his release wash away. He
closed his eyes for several minutes
etching this particular fantasy deep
inside his brain, wanting to be able to
pull it up again when needed. Damn, if
Kitt was half as hot as his fantasies and
dreams made him, Austin would never
get bored with him.
The prospect of a condomless fuck
intrigued Austin. He couldn't remember
the last time he'd had sex without a
condom and it wouldn't be anytime
soon. Maybe though, if he could pursue
Kitt and then get some sort of exclusive
agreement out of him, possibly a few
months from now, it could actually
happen. Austin shook his head and
forced himself to take a mental step back
at the thought of Mr. Tall, Dark and
Fisker kissing Kitt before he drove
away. The wooing process might take
Austin longer than he liked, but
whatever, the fantasy could hold him
over until he got what he wanted.
'Slow it down, buddy. You have to
get him away from Casanova and in
your bed before you ever get to
exclusive years of fucking together.'
Austin's alarm went off at the same time
he stepped from the shower, telling him
it was seven in the morning. The cattle
was due to arrive anywhere from eight
to nine and he wanted to be out there
ready to experience it all. He knew Mike
wouldn't come get him, even though
Austin had made it clear he wanted in.
He was still considered the citified
boss. He hoped to change their opinion
about his ranching potential. He
certainly had the aching muscles to
prove he'd worked hard over the last
few days.
Austin quickly shaved and dressed in
the standard for the area - boots, jeans
and an old t-shirt – before he made his
way through the house. Whooping and
hollering sounded from outside. Austin
ducked his head through a curtain to see
a large semi-truck with a double-decker
cattle trailer being unloaded in one of
the temporary corrals they'd built the
day before. Mike, all his security guys,
Kitt, and a few others were on
horseback working the cattle off the back
of the trailer and toward the barn.
"Damn it!" The cattle trucks got in
early and he hadn't heard them arrive.
Frustrated with himself for not having
judged the situation better, he stalked
through the house and out the back door,
down the porch steps, never breaking
stride until he got to the barn.
"When did they get here?" Austin
aggressively called out to one his
security guys.
"About an hour ago. The other two
trucks are close by," the guard called
back while waving his arms over his
head, but the heifer he tried to corral
zipped past him completely unconcerned
with the crazy man in front of her.
"Damn it! I wanted to be out here,"
Austin muttered grabbing his leather
work gloves from the tack room inside
the barn. He judged the situation trying
to decide where best he should jump in.
His security team seemed completely
useless. None had ever been in this kind
of environment. As much as they rocked
at keeping him safe, they sucked as cow
hands. They did as much standing around
as helping out. A guy on horseback rode
up beside him.
"They got here earlier than we
thought. Kitt and Mike were workin'
them off when I pulled up forty five
minutes ago. I'm Micah, from the farm
on the other side of the highway." The
rider held out his hand, never batting an
eye as he introduced himself to Austin.
Micah looked to be in his mid-thirties,
healthy, tanned and already sweaty. A
red bandana hung around his neck, his
ball cap was pulled down on his head,
and his shirt was hanging wet on his
back. He didn't look like anyone Austin
remembered from his school days.
"I'm Austin." He took the offered
hand and shook it.
"Nice to finally meet you. My two
boys are here, too. Rusty's over there on
the horse, and Brent's workin' with Kitt.
They're fifteen and sixteen. We all
signed that paper Mike asked us to. Your
secret's safe with us. Let any of us know
if you need anything."
"Where do you need me right now?"
Austin called out.
"Mike's movin' them into the barn.
They're gonna start processin' and
taggin' 'em now. You can come with me.
I'm gonna take over the unloadin'. The
second truck just pulled on the property
from the highway. It'll be here in ten
minutes. You any good on horseback
yet?" Micah asked, giving Austin an
appraising look.
"It's been a while, but I've been
picking it back up."
"Good. Mike has a mount ready for
you. She's tied up over there. Come on."
Micah pointed to a horse loosely tied to
a fence post of the corral and rode off
toward the gate to wait for the truck.
A hard day filled with backbreaking
manual labor kicked off. They unloaded
both trailers and Austin managed to do
his job reasonably well. Only a couple
of head of cattle got past him, but he was
able to draw them back to the herd
without any help. Rusty kept them
rounded up, pushing them to the different
corrals Mike designated. Austin was hot,
sweaty, and his ass hurt from the saddle,
but he kept going all day long.
Mike and Kitt worked the cattle
through the stalls like a well-oiled
machine. They didn't mess around with
any of it. They moved hundreds of heads
through, tagging, indexing and
vaccinating each of them. They kept them
separated, but together, based on Mike's
overall plan. If Austin remembered
correctly, the herd would need to be
quarantined per State of Texas'
regulations before they could be put out
to pasture.
They worked solidly from sunup to
sundown. By nightfall two thirds of the
cattle was processed, fed and grazing in
a front pasture. Austin's security guards
had given out hours ago, but Mike, Kitt,
Micah and his boys worked the entire
time. They never stopped for anything
and didn't even seem overly tired at the
end of the day. Austin had to use every
acting skill he could muster to pull
himself off his horse without wincing as
every muscle screamed under the strain
of just getting off the animal.
"Boy's, it's gettin' dark out here. I
have dinner ready at the house," Kitt's
stepmom said stepping inside the barn.
They were so occupied Austin never
heard her until she started to speak. Mrs.
Kelly was young, not much older than
Austin, and strikingly pretty in her long
dark hair, deep brown eyes and olive
complexion.
"Good evenin', Mrs. Kelly. Heather's
got dinner waitin'," Micah called out.
"Mrs. Kelly, I'm in." One of the
security guards said from his spot on a
hay bale where he'd been most of the
evening.
"Me, too!" Another yelled.
"Kitt, any of these guys staying with
us tonight? Do I need to get some rooms
ready?" Mrs. Kelly asked her stepson.
"No ma'am. Mike's got it all taken
care of." Kitt quickly pulled his work
gloves free of his hands. He used the
short arm of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat
from his brow.
"You sure Mike, they can stay at the
house if you need."
"Nah, we got it," Mike said with a
grin on his face. It was clear this whole
team knew each other well and Austin
stood back watching the familiar
camaraderie they shared. They were all
good friends. He missed having real
friends.
"And I suppose this is our new
neighbor." Mrs. Kelly finally turned her
attention over to Austin.
"I'm Austin." He nodded walking up
to her with his hand stuck out. It felt
wrong to try and dodge her, and since
she was a Kelly, he figured it was
possible she might be bound by the terms
of the land sale contract.
"I know who you are. Surely the old
bitties of this town haven't missed this."
She grinned at Austin.
"It's on the DL, Lily. No one knows.
It's that part in the contract we all
thought was so dumb. You can't tell
anyone," Kitt said. It was the first time
he made any sort of reference to Austin
being anywhere on the property all day
long. Up until now Kitt had never
acknowledged him the entire day. Hell,
Kitt never even looked Austin's way, not
one single time. Still hadn't. He spoke as
he wrote on the clipboard in his hands.
"So I can't say anything either. Well
dang! I never get to have the news first at
church on Sunday!" Mrs. Kelly said and
they all chuckled at her fake chagrin.
"Are you comin' to dinner, Mr.
Grainger?" she asked over her shoulder
while turning back to the barn's front
doors.
"Please call me Austin, and I don't
want to intrude. I can get something
here."
"You aren't. I'll see you all in fifteen
minutes."
With that she was gone.
"I can get something to eat here, I
don't want put her out." Austin turned to
Mike, and then Kitt. His muscles were
so sore; the idea of doing anything more
than having a long hot soak and hours of
sleep didn't appeal to him at all.
"Nah, she cooks for us all the time.
She likes to feed us. It's really okay.
You should come," Mike said. Kitt was
back to ignoring him as he worked
something on his clipboard.
A little after that Micah and his boys
took off. Mike and Austin checked all
the gates, and shut everything down,
making sure they were locked up tight.
By the time they were done Kitt was
already riding off toward his house.
Austin watched him and realized the
only benefit of going to dinner at the
Kelly ranch just rode off in the opposite
direction without a backward glance.
"You want a ride?" Austin asked
Mike, finally giving in to the catch he
felt in his leg, and moving with a distinct
limp as the cramp took hold.
"Sure. You did real good today."
Mike switched direction from his pickup
to Austin's brand new Silverado. It
just arrived today, driven by one of his
hidden security guards who sure didn't
stick around to lend a hand.
"I don't know. I let a couple get
through. You guys have it all down,
nothing gets past you," Austin said
climbing in the driver's side. He gave a
solid wince as he sat in the seat. His
back muscles spasmed and he felt like
such a pansy about it all.
"It's not the first time we've done
somethin' like this." Mike easily
climbed in and slammed the door closed
several seconds before Austin even
reached out to close his. It amazed him
how hard these guys worked every
single day.
"I guess not, but Rusty and Brent…
Wow. Micah has to be proud."
"Yeah, they're a good family, great
kids. They have seven of them. Four
girls, three boys. Those girls give Micah
a run." Mike explained before letting out
a yawn. "I'm tired."
"Tired? Thank God! I was beginning
to think I must seriously be a lightweight.
Every muscle in my body's on fire."
Austin grimaced and tried to position
himself so that all his body weight didn't
lie on the parts that ached the most. He
winced, not succeeding in his attempts,
and Mike chuckled.
"Yeah, you never get used to it. My
body's sore too. It's just a part of it.
Besides, it's what you pay me to do. I
never expected you out there all day
today." Mike gave Austin a sideway
glance.
"I loved it. It's been forever since I
put in a hard day's work. It grounds you.
Everyone should have to do this kind of
thing in their life." Austin let his own
yawn free.
It took them about ten minutes to get to
Kitt's stepmom's house. It was called
the main house and it was right off the
road. The driveway was already full of
cars and as Austin pulled to the back of
the drive, he could see a large patio
filled with picnic tables. His men were
already there, helping themselves to
food, and Mrs. Kelly hovered over
everyone, making sure they had
everything they needed. Austin followed
Mike up to the house.
"Kitt's got two sisters. One's away at
college, the other's seventeen. Let me
make sure she isn't here," Mike said at
the bottom of the step before heading up
to the porch. He was back a minute later.
"Mrs. Kelly sent her to her room, come
in.""
I don't want her to have to stay in her
room." Austin immediately tried to
retreat.
"No, trust me, she wants to stay in her
room. I make her come out and socialize,
but she absolutely doesn't want to," Mrs.
Kelly said from behind Mike. "Come on
in, Austin, and fix I'll your plate."
It took him a minute to comply. He
hated the idea of the girl being sent to
her room, but abandoned all thought of it
as he spotted the large pot of homemade
spaghetti, green beans and garlic Texas
toast. The food looked delicious and
smelled exquisite. She'd made enough to
feed a small army.
"Thank you for all this. I need to pay
you for feeding all my men." Austin said,
standing at the back door taking it all in.
"No, absolutely not! I know what it's
like to get to a new place, get everything
set up. Mike and I planned this." She
shook her head at him as she began to
dish out loads of pasta and sauce.
"It looks incredible." Austin watched
as she piled on the green beans and
several pieces of thick, buttered toast.
Austin took his full plate from her and
followed Mike back out on the porch.
They took seats out of the direct light on
the porch. A nice breeze blew and
electric bug zappers were in every
corner. He was given a beer, but wasn't
treated any differently than anyone else.
Mrs. Kelly monitored everyone, making
sure plates and glasses stayed full. This
whole world of blending in, just being
another hand, was extraordinary. It
allowed Austin the opportunity to sit
back and relax. He ate a quiet meal
without being the center of attention and
on all the time.
A four-wheeler appeared from the
dark, its headlights getting brighter the
closer it came to the main house. Austin
could make out Kitt a few hundred feet
away. He watched Kitt drive all the way
up, and kept on watching even as he
parked and walked up the porch. Kitt
had showered and wore cargo walking
shorts, flip flops and a t-shirt. His hair
was windblown dry and slightly
disarrayed, and for the first time since
Austin laid eyes on Kitt, he looked
young and easy going, not the hardened
cowboy Austin had grown accustomed
to. He liked this side of Kitt… Hell, he
liked all sides of Kitt.
"Kitt! Mom won't let me get my belly
button pierced!" A voice bellowed from
above their heads. "Talk to her! Tell her
everyone's doin' it."
Kitt took a couple of steps back down
off the porch steps and looked up.
"Bryanne, you know I'm not gonna do
that. Get your head back in that window
and do your homework."
"Gawd, Kitt! You act like you're
ninety!" The window slammed shut and
it took a second, but everyone chuckled
at the exchange.
Kitt resumed walking up the steps,
brought his head back down and his gaze
landed on Austin as a smile spread
across his lips. The sight caused Austin
to stop his fork midway to his mouth and
just stare. Kitt's firm square jaw and
strong chin all eased when those full lips
smiled, and that was definitely another
first.
"Smells good," Kitt muttered coming
to stand in front of his stepmother. He
gave a light kiss on her cheek as she met
him at the back door with a plate full of
food.
"I made you a plate, but don't get used
to it, young man!" She teased with a
wink.
"Never! And you didn't have to do
that, but thank you." He took the plate
and utensils she offered. Kitt pivoted on
his heel looking around. He spotted
Mike and began to walk toward their
table, but his eyes collided again with
Austin's, and at the last minute he took a
seat at another table with his back to
Austin.
"Mike, you want seconds?" Mrs.
Kelly asked with the pot in her hand,
already scooping seconds on his plate
before he could answer.
"Yes ma'am! I love your homemade
spaghetti." He smiled and dug straight
in.
"Mr. Grainger?" She didn't just
automatically fill his plate but paused,
waiting for him to answer.
"Please call me Austin, and I think
I'm done. I haven't worked this hard in
years." Austin patted at his belly. Funny,
since Kitt walked up all the aches and
pains in his body seemed to have
magically disappeared.
"How about another beer?" She
offered.
"I'll get it." He rose from his seat and
just like that the magic was gone. A pain
filled groan escaped his lips and they all
laughed. He even got a sideways glance
from Kitt, showing him that beautiful
smile again.
Austin sidestepped Mrs. Kelly,
determined to get another look at Kitt.
He grabbed a beer for himself, one for
Mike, and then one for Kitt. He walked
the long way around the tables to stand
right in front of Kitt as he walked by,
and handed him the beer. He could tell
the offering caught Kitt off guard and he
looked up startled, taking the can. There
was a pause when their eyes connected.
Kitt finally gave him a nod seemingly
unable to break the eye contact. Austin
held it as long as he could until he was
forced to avert his gaze when the image
of Kitt nude popped into his head. Austin
got warm all over and his dick stirred a
little, hardening as he walked back to his
side of the table.
"Austin, how is it that no one knows
you're here?" Mrs. Kelly asked. Most of
the guys were done eating and she was
doling out pieces of homemade
chocolate pie. No one turned it away.
"I honestly don't know how I pulled it
off. I bought land in Montana in my name
and bought this place in the name of a
company I own together with my family.
I'm guessing they just haven't figured it
out yet," Austin said taking a big bite of
his pie and giving a moan as the
delicious dessert hit his taste buds.
"You're still a hot topic on the news.
Everyone wants to know where you
went," Mrs. Kelly said easily, finally
taking a seat at Kitt's empty table.
"Still?" Austin asked between bites.
"Oh yeah," Mike confirmed before
Mrs. Kelly could.
"Huh. I'm not that interesting of a
person. They think I'm something I'm
not. They just don't know me."
"Is Cara comin' here?" Mrs. Kelly's
next question came out of the blue, and it
took Austin a minute. He weighed his
answer as he feigned he had his mouth
full. He was so sick of lying. These
people were good to him. On a whim he
decided honesty might be the best bet, at
least there would be less to apologize
for later.
"Probably not." He left it right there,
not acknowledging the silence the
answer brought.
"How're you likin' it here?" Austin
could have told Lily he loved her for
how graciously she changed the subject.
"Ah, now that I have a ready answer
for. I love it here. It's great! I love the
solitude, the quiet. Everyone I've met
has been great. Mike's got all my
muscles sore, working me hard, getting
me back in shape. I really like it," Austin
said easily, taking the last bite of pie.
"Mike, you shouldn't work him so
hard," Mrs. Kelly scolded his foreman.
"Mrs. Kelly, poor people gotta work
for a livin'," Mike replied with his
mouth full of pie and it made everyone
laugh. All Austin's crew on the back
porch turned toward them listening to the
conversation. After Kitt polished off his
plate, he got up and grabbed all the pie
plates around him as he walked back
into the kitchen.
"Kitt, I'll get 'em."
"No, sit. I need to wash my hands
anyway. I'll just put them on the
counter," Kitt said, and she let him do it.
He grabbed a couple more plates as he
made his way inside. Austin didn't
hesitate before he grabbed his and
Mike's plates. Mrs. Kelly tried to stop
him.
"No Ma'am, I need to go to the
bathroom." Could he have sounded more
lame had he tried? But there was no way
he wanted to miss this moment alone
with Kitt. The way things had worked
today, it might never happen again.
Austin pulled open the screen door
and walked inside shutting the sliding
glass door behind him. He saw Kitt at
the sink, rinsing the food off the plates as
he stacked them to the side.
"Don't tell me to stop. I see your leg's
hurtin' you. It won't take me but a
minute," Kitt said never looking back at
Austin.
"I thought I was doing a better job at
hiding all these aches and pains, but trust
me, it's more than just my legs that hurt."
Austin laughed softly and Kitt jerked
around. The plate slid from his hands
and hit the sink with a soapy thump.
"Kitt, I just wanted to apologize for
the other day, I haven't had a chance
yet." Austin walked up to him. Kitt
turned back to the sink and picked the
plate back up, rinsed it and turned back
to Austin almost immediately. The look
on Kitt's face was clear: he had no idea
what Austin was talking about.
"With my men at the pond." Austin
explained. The nice view of Kitt's ass
had Austin staying behind him as he
spoke. Something about this man doing
the dishes for his stepmom seemed
incredibly sweet and still totally hot at
the same time.
"I should be apologizin' to you. I
don't usually lose it like that. They just
weren't takin' no for an answer." Kitt
said, finishing the plate. He grabbed a
hand towel, but didn't turn around. He
just kept looking down at the sink.
Austin took the chance to slide in
behind Kitt, placing the dirty plates he
carried in the sink. Kitt jerked forward,
but the sink was in his way. He
sidestepped Austin, immediately moving
away from him as quickly as possible.
His movements were jerky and rushed,
making Austin smile. Maybe Kitt wasn't
quite as unaffected as he pretended to
be.
"Should I wash these?" Austin very
casually asked, keeping his eyes on Kitt.
"No, I'll do it," Kitt said and clearly
waited for Austin to move.
"I can do it," Austin said finally
looking down at the sink. He couldn't
remember the last time he'd washed a
dish. Even now he had a cleaning lady
come in every morning to go over his
house. Regardless, it didn't seem too
complicated. Soapy water on one side,
clean water on the other. He began to
wash his and Mike's plates. "My men
are paid to be protective of me and I'm
sorry it got out of hand. I talked to them,
told them to stay off your property. I've
been known to be a bit of a hard ass in
my former life, they thought they were
just following my orders."
Kitt stayed silent. Austin glanced at
him from the corner of his eye and drew
out washing the second plate.
"Thanks for all the help today. You
pretty much run the show whenever
you're around. The men here really
respect you," Austin said putting the
second plate in the drying rack. He
looked around for a hand towel and Kitt
handed him the one he folded and
unfolded in his hands.
"We all respect one another. It's the
way things work around here," Kitt
finally replied after a moment's silence.
Austin looked up to see his cheeks were
stained with a blush, the sight catching
him off guard. It took a second, but
Austin realized he had to be responsible
for the blush. His heart warmed with the
knowledge he unnerved Kitt just as much
as Kitt unnerved him. Everything inside
Austin softened just a bit. He liked Kitt.
This whole time he'd only thought of him
as a sex toy, but in this moment he knew
there was more to it than he'd realized.
"You two! Kitt Kelly! I knew you
were in here doin' the dishes. And
Austin Grainger doin' dishes in my
house, no, absolutely not! You two, go.
Everyone's tryin' to leave anyway.
Early day tomorrow." Mrs. Kelly
grabbed the towel from Austin's hand
and shooed them toward the door.
"Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Kelly."
Austin chuckled at the look on her face.
"I'm Lily and you're Austin and
you're welcome," she said with a smile,
standing in the door once they were back
outside. "You're welcome here for
dinner anytime."
"Thanks, mom." Kitt was back to
himself and again completely ignored
Austin as if none of that just happened.
Kitt only turned back to give Lily a wink
before he took the first step down.
Austin wasn't sure Lily was all that
much older than Kitt, but they seemed to
like each other and it was clear Lily
mothered Kitt.
Austin found Mike standing at the
railing of the porch waiting for him. Kitt
got a knuckle bump from him as he went
by.
"Good night, everyone. Kitt, stop by
for coffee in the mornin', it'll be ready."
Lily waved at them all before shutting
the door.
"She's lonely," Mike said following
Kitt down the stairs.
Kitt turned toward his four-wheeler
and climbed on. "I know. Good night,
see you in the mornin'." He started the
machine giving it gas as the engine fired
to life.
"Good night," Austin said quietly as
he took the steps down a little slower.
He watched as Kitt never looked back at
him. His heart was still in that moment
with the bright red cheeks. Kitt certainly
couldn't hear Austin. He was already
backed out and barreling away. "See you
in the morning."