Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
"Rex," Six muttered with a raised eyebrow, "What am I doing handcuffed to a chair?"
The room was pitch black, not that the agent's sunglasses were much help… Six's breath caught in his throat as a pair of hands gently slipped off his dark shades and a pair of soft lips just barely ghosted against his…
Six felt his heart speed up and threaten to leap right out of his rib cage. His "mystery date" tasted like wine… An old world earthen spice mixed with the darkest and most robust grapes… It was Bordeaux! Six could smell wine and then smoke as a candle was lit from the other side of their room.
He saw a patch of red and a brief flash of black. Another candle was lit and Rex's smirking features were revealed. He was humming a song that Six didn't recognize. Another candle was lit and Six's eyebrow quirked up as he saw an open bottle of wine perfectly chilled with two glasses.
"Rex?" Six called out.
Rex looked a little nervous…
The Latino blushed slightly and cleared his throat. A lot of different images flew through Six's mind but nothing that could prepare him for this…
Rex took a deep, calming breath and began to sing…
This is not the way into my heart, into my head
Into my brain, into none of the above
This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me
This spark of black that I seem to love
Rex ran his fingers over his tie, smoothing out the black silk as his nimble fingers untied it. He slid it off from around his neck and flung it aside. The Latino finally found the nerve to look his love in the eyes, which he was pleased to see were clouded over with desire.
We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun
Don't even try to hold it back, just let go
Tie me up and take me over till you're done, 'til I'm done
You got me feeling and I'm ready to blow
Rex seemed to grow more comfortable in his own skin as he began to gyrate his hips in a slow, sensual manner. Six just barely suppressed a groan as he watched his young love dance. His hands gripped the armrests that his wrists were fastened to. The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into his skin. The glorious pain was almost as delicious as the man before him… Rex slowly slipped off his red blazer and flung it to the ground in a hap hazardous manner.
Push into my body; sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder; sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)
Rex made a big show of slowly unbuttoning his top couple of buttons while gyrating his hips. He had that sexy swagger and that sinful smirk that promised naughty things. Six gasped as Rex tore his shirt off the rest of the way. Buttons flew everywhere but that was the last thing on their mind…
Six's eyes traversed Rex muscular torso from the faint dusting of dark hair on his chest to the happy trail that disappeared down below. Rex took advantage of Six's attentions and ran his hands slowly down his torso, giving his balls a squeeze. The agent struggled against his restraints. He wanted so badly to be the one to touch Rex…
Hold me up against the wall
Give it 'til I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it rough
Like it rough, rough, rough
Push into my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
His love slowly slipped off his shirt… Oh the look on his face, lips parted eyes darkened. That slight smirk gracing those sinful lips… Six groaned at how hard he was and mourned how he could not do anything about it. His cock jumped at very note from Rex's deep tenor and ever surprisingly elegant move he made.
Hold my hands above my head and push my face into the bed
'Cause I'm a screamer baby, make me a mute
You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse beat-beat-beat-beat
It's like a trigger getting ready to shoot
Rex gave him this sexy little smirk that was bordering on arrogance as he winked and slowly undid his belt. He turned as he danced, his ass damn hear popped out of the perfectly fitted suit. To Six, this suit was an aphrodisiac. It was far more powerful than the remnants of wine on his lips. The belt dropped to the floor with a satisfying thunk. Rex's dress shoes followed it quickly.
Wanna wrestle with me baby, here's a sneak little peak
You can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough
I don't play around that often, when I do, I'm a freak
So you'd better believe I like it rough
The smoldering hot Latino ran his hands up and down his torso as he cracked his hips back and forth like a whip. Six moaned as the handcuffs bit into his flesh. He was struggling so hard to behave and not break free and rip the remaining clothes off of his naughty love's flesh. Rex smirked and leaned in for another gentle, feather-light kiss that was making Six so frustrated…
Push into my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)
Rex ran his hands down his bare chest and to his waistband. He writhed as his fingers slid closer and closer to the button and fly. The slacks left nothing to the imagination anymore… Rex was just as hard as Six. He seductively liked lips and stared into his love's eyes as he undid the button and continued to dance. Six felt like he was going to explode if this torture lasted much longer.
Hold me up against the wall
Give it 'til I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it rough
Like it rough, rough, rough
Push into my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
Rex turned and slowly slid off the slacks, showing off his toned, deliciously firm ass covered in green lace. Six couldn't handle it anymore. His heart was racing. He was panting like a dog in heat, which seemed appropriate since Rex was effectively making him his bitch… Six groaned out the Latino's name, causing him to smirk.
Hold me down and make me scream
Lay me on the floor
Turn me on and take me out
Make me beg for more
Rex danced, in the lacy panties, which were adorned with a black bow. He slowly slid his hands down his body and reached inside, taking hold of his own ridiculously hard cock. The Latino gripped his member, pumping up and down in front of Six, before dancing and practically waving his cock in the agent's face. He then turned and slowly removed the panties with his ass in the air. Six was so distracted by the display that he barely even registered that the panties had been flung into his face.
There was a wet spot on his pants where his cock had long since begun to weep. This was torture! Deliciously perfect torture!
Rex grabbed a tube of lube and squirted some on his fingers. He placed his leg up on a chest that sat at the end of their bed and…
'Oh God…' Six though as he groaned and fidgeted.
Rex began to prepare himself…
The Latino let out a low moan, calling out Six's name as he made eye contact with him. Six nearly came then and there, but that would've ruined the revenge he had in mind…
Rex finally stopped and sauntered over to Six. He released the agent's now slightly bloody and raw wrists, yet kept him pinned to the chair. Rex leaned with a devious smirk…
"Push into my body, sink your teeth into my flesh," he seductively whispered into the hot and bothered agent's ear.
Six slipped a hairpin off of each of his shirt cuffs…
Click.
Click.
Rex let out a surprised cry as he found himself flat on his back on the floor. He hissed in delicious pain as Six sank his teeth none too gently into his shoulder. Chills raced down he Latino's spine as Six sucked on the small wound and kissed a trail up to his love's lips.
"That was the hottest thing I had ever seen," Six said in a low growl.
The agent was still in the process of catching his breath… His once vibrant green eyes were so tinted with lust that you would've sworn they were was black as a raven's wing. Six claimed his young love's lips in a hungry kiss as Rex worked frantically to remove his tie and blazer.
He wanted Six naked now!
Rex broke the kiss, "Naked now. Kiss later."
Six chuckled and sat up, giving him a sexy smirk, "So, undress me already."
Rex groaned as he sat up, painfully hard and rubbing against his cariño's clothed length. He began to fumble nervously with the buttons before giving up and ripping the shirt open and shoving it off the agent's broad shoulders. Six decided to take pity on him and shrug off his clothes.
Rex ran his hands down his love's scarred yet otherwise smooth torso. Six shivered as one of his fingertips grazed one of his overly sensitive scars. Rex fumbled with belt before Six took over, gracefully slipping out of his remaining clothes. The Latino teen gripped him by his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss while leading him towards the bed…
Six pulled him into a heated kiss as he forcefully penetrated him, swallowing a groan form his young love's lips. He ran his fingers through Rex's hair and waited for him to adjust. The agent yanked his hair back and hungrily kissed his neck.
Rex moaned loudly as his hips shot forward, urging Six to move. He clawed at Six's back and wrapped his legs around the agent's waist when he got his wish.
"Mon trésor de beaucoup de plaisirs," Six muttered.
Rex chuckled, "I think the blood has been away from your head for too long."
"Oui. Vous l'avez fait pour moi, mon tortionnaire sublime…"
Rex blushed and was about to say something when he was cut short by a particularly enthusiastic thrust.
"Dios mío! Six," Rex gasped, "Por favor, más mi amor!"
Six slowed his pace, pumping into him with slow, deliberate strokes. He knew that they were both close, closer than they'd like to be. And while Rex was eager to chase his "la petite mort", Six was not. Rex whimpered at the change of pace in protest. His cariño silenced him with a kiss.
Rex went to reach for his weeping cock only to have his hands snatched up and held over his head. His glare was met with a smirk. Six leaned in and sucked on the Latino's collarbone, making him whimper and writhe. The agent released his hands with a warning glance and kissed his way down to Rex's right nipple, flicking his tongue over it, while pinching the other one between his fingers.
"A-Ah…" Rex cried out as his love playfully bit his nipple.
Six's eyes widened in surprise as the tables were turned and he found himself staring up into his chéri's beautiful deep crimson eyes.
"Eres tan hermoso," Rex purred, "pero quiero que mi pequeña muerte."
Six winced a bit as Rex placed his hands on his hips. It was then that Rex noticed that the skin around his love's wrists had been rubbed raw.
The agent sat up when he saw the panicked look on Rex's face, "Don't. I like the pain."
Rex swallowed thickly… This night was supposed to be perfect and to see the man he loves hurt was the last thing he wanted. The apology that threatened to escape his lips quickly died when Six delivered a particularly powerful thrust that hit his prostate dead on.
Rex moaned loudly and whimpered for more. He allowed Six to direct him as he leaned down for a kiss. The Latino playfully nipped his love's bottom lip, running his tongue soothingly across the swollen blossom. Rex kissed his way down to Six's throat, sucking on his Adam's apple. Six groaned and laced his fingers through his hair.
Rex made his way down to Six's left shoulder, sucking on the top part of one of the three large scars that transverse the agent's torso.
The agent shivered, trembling under the weight of his love and thrust deep within him. Rex clawed at his shoulders in surprise and gasped. Oh God that felt so good…
"Six. Six. Six. Please, Six," Rex begged incoherently.
The agent smirked, "Please what?"
"Dame la muerte!"
"Comme vous voulez, ma chéri…"
Rex cried out as Six began to pound into him relentlessly. He leaned forward to steady himself with Six's shoulders. The Latino teen let out a sharp cry as "death" came to claim him. Six followed soon after with a deep, satisfied groan.
His young love leaned down and began to lick his cum off of Six's neck and chest. Six slowly pulled out with an embarrassing yet incredibly satisfying "pop" that made the teen giggle as he continued to clean up the mess he made.
They lay there on their bed, out of breath as they came down from their high.
Six chuckled, "That was amazing… What got into you?"
"You," Rex muttered.
Six was torn between groaning and laughing…
"I just wanted to surprise you," Rex said with a shrug.
"Feel free to do it again."
"Heh. Nope. Next time it's your turn."
Six smirked, his mind filling with dirty possibilities…
"You just want to get me in that apron…" He teased.
Rex laughed, "You would make a beautiful housewife."
The Latino teen sat up and poured a glass of Bordeaux. He handed it to Six before pouring one for himself.
"You're too young to drink," Six pointed out.
"How else am I to learn about wine? You can't learn certain things by books alone. There are some things you have to learn by doing," Rex said with a smirk.
"…"
Six hated when Rex had a point… He took a sip and smiled.
"You avoided an amateur mistake."
"Huh?"
"The wine isn't corked. It's also my favorite."
Rex kissed him before he could take another sip, "It tastes better from your lips."
Six blushed…
"We should get to bed. Tomorrow's an early day," Six said with a sigh.
"Why does it have to be so early," Rex groaned and covered his eyes with his arm as he flopped back down.
"Because your daughter wants to ride a horse."
"Why is she suddenly only my daughter?"
"Because she's making us get up at 5 A.M and its," Six checked the clock and groaned, "1…"
"That's fine. The next time she does something awesome. She's mine," Rex said with a yawn.
Six chuckled and kissed his sleepy love.
All was peaceful…
All was blissful…
Then all too soon…
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
Rex smacked the alarm clock with a loud groan in protest. Six smirked and nipped at Rex's collarbone.
The younger man gently pushed him away, "You keep that up and I'll grab those cuffs and make sure we never leave this bed."
The agent blushed, "Tempting but we need to be ready before Spirit decides it's time to leave."
"…Kay," Rex said, as he finally hauled his lazy slightly sore ass out of bed.
Six tugged on his hand and the exhausted pair made their way to the shower. Rex let out a scream as the icy water hit him in the face. Six chuckled and adjusted the temperature before slipping inside.
Rex sighed as the warm water ran down his body. Nothing short of a romp in bed could make Rex melt more than a good shower. It was one of the few things he had in common with his love. Not that it seemed to matter…
Rex and Six had every little in common. They were damn near complete opposites and for the longest time there was no middle ground. Both were insanely stubborn. Rex wanted fun and freedom. Six wanted structure and order. Rex wanted to be a kid. Six wanted him to be a soldier. Rex in his own words was, "relaxed" and "uncivilized". Six was uptight and academic. Rex relied on emotions and instinct. Six relied on instinct and had been trained to suppress his emotions.
They were total opposites yet they could talk about anything. They loved each other, they worked well together, and they didn't squabble over money or how to raise their daughter…
Rex randomly broke out into a grin, 'We should totally get married!'
Six raised an eyebrow as he watched the various emotions flash through on his love's face. Rex had a terrible poker face…
"Rex?"
"Hm?"
"You're being quiet."
"Just thinking."
"Try not to hurt yourself," Six muttered dryly as he stepped out of the shower.
"Ha, ha…"
Spirit twirled in front of the mirror with a smile. It had been a couple of weeks since AnnaMarie was sent packing. Uncle Callan's daddy had invited the entire family to the ranch for the weekend. She couldn't wait!
Spirit got to dress up too! She wore a lavender sundress with black and white butterflies along the bottom and a black sequenced band around her middle. She had on black ballet flats and had her favorite pink cherry blossom hairpin in her hair.
There was a knock on her door. She bolted towards the door with a huge grin on her face. Spirit hopped up on her goes and punched in a code. The door slid up and revealed her two handsome daddies.
Rex was wearing a nice pair of jeans, black boots, and a red buttoned down shirt. Six was wearing pretty much the same thing with the exception of his shirt being green. He had a Spirit's other hairpin on his shirt pocket. Both men had their sleeves rolled up, exposing their forearms. The teen grazed his love's forearm with his fingers, giving Six a flirtatious smirk.
Six blushed and smiled back. He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his chéri's lips. They looked to their overdressed daughter…
"Baby, if you're going to ride a horse you're going to get your dress all dirty. Why don't we pack you some play clothes?" Six said as he crouched down to her level.
Spirit tilted her head to the side and nodded.
Rex made his way over to his daughter wardrobe and pulled out a pair of glittery pink sneakers, jeans, her "Daddy's Girl" T-shirt, and a violet hoodie with a large sky blue butterfly on it. He folded everything up and put it in her grey bunny backpack with a pair of rainbow socks and an extra pair of underwear just incase she fell in the mud.
Six fussed with his little girl's hair, showing her how to a waterfall braid in her chin-length curls. He placed a black hair tie on the end and her cherry blossom hairpin was used to tuck away a stray curl.
Spirit was a very intelligent little girl with very little life experience. She had only been out of that horrid facility for ten months. Spirit barely remembered anything beyond that facility. The only thing she could remember was the face of the man who sold her to the scientists…
"Come, on, baby. Lets get going," Six said.
Rex gave her backpack a dubious look. His love rolled his eyes and took it from him. The Latino took his little girl's other hand and they headed towards the hangar.
"You look beautiful, mija!" Rex said with a grin.
Spirit merely smiled, unwilling to let go of her daddies' hands.
"Where did daddy learn how to braid your hair like that?"
"Youtube," Six deadpanned, "Her hair gets in the way when she draws."
Rex merely smiled at Six's flushed face.
They met up with Callan who was wearing a pair of ass hugging tan jeans and a dusky blue pull over. César who was finally out of his ridiculous lab uniform and in olive green cargo pants and a white tee. Both wore sneakers.
Holiday wore an orange sundress with orange blossoms, which ironically enough are actually white, on it. She had a pair of tan sandals and let her hair down for a change. It fell to her shoulders in elegant deep brown curls. Conrí wore his signature ripped jeans, a pair of sneakers and a white buttoned down shirt.
"You might want to pack a bag. We're stayin' a couple of nights while grunts and junior agents take on the brunt of the work for a change," Callan explained.
Six handed the bunny bag to Spirit, "I'll go pack for us."
Conrí sighed and headed towards the door with an amused Holiday on his trail.
Rex crouched down to his daughter's level, "You excited to go ride a horse?"
She nodded, "I'm not afraid to break my butt."
Callan laughed, "Don't worry. My daddy's got a sweet little filly that will treatcha right. She won't throw you."
Spirit didn't seem to believe her uncle…
"Are we all going for a ride?" César asked, incredulously.
"Quickest way to see the ranch."
"Are you going to take it over one day?" Rex asked.
"I've been givin' it some thought… Maybe one day I will. I'll havta make room for César's lab."
"When were you planning on telling me this? I was hoping to see more of the world and meet up with great minds," César said with a frown.
"Well consider the ranch home base."
"…I suppose that could work. But once a year you go with me."
"As soon as I find a reliable ranch hand, you got yourself a deal."
César grinned and pressed a heated kiss to his cowboy's lips before getting back to work warming up his engine and sending down the ladder so everyone could board. They were taking César's lab, which was surprisingly roomie enough to accommodate them all. Mr. Callan was eager to see the lab that he was funding. He wasn't much for the technological side of science but he was a gear head and had a master's degree in business with a minor in biology.
Cowboy though he may be, Mr. Callan was no dumby. His wife was primarily a socialite and a homemaker. She also had quite a few children's books under her belt, including her best seller, "Beanie the Bull Befriends Percy the Polecat". It was a cute little story taken from real life when their Australian Shepard, Noodles, confused a skunk for one of their outdoor mouse hunting cats…
When Callan was a boy he couldn't stand to be separated from his "bestest friend in the whole wide world" so he defied his parents' orders to stay away from the dog and hugged the poor stinky pooch.
Callan's birth name might have been "Michael James Callan III" but his official nickname was "Beanie" due to the beanie hat his grandfather had gotten him. Callan wore that hat everyday from age three to age seven when his father made him take it off to go to school so the other kids wouldn't poke fun at him.
Needless to say both stories ended with several bathes and with "Beanie" sleeping outside in a tent with Noodles, the equally smelly watermelon-stealing dog. A lot of her stories were based off of her son and his misadventures. Callan didn't mind; it served as a reminder that his mother loved him and was proud of him despite the dopy stuff he did as a boy.
Nothing was written about AnnaMarie. She was a brat as a little girl. She was a bitch as an adult. AnnaMarie lived on a ranch, slept all day, and stayed up all night with her friends. The only thing she ever accomplished was mastering piano and ballet.
Regardless of the vast differences between Callan and his sister, the cowboy had a feeling that those books and old silly stories were likely going to be discussed at some point during their visit. He also had a feeling that a certain monkey and a charming little girl were going to get a kick out of them. Not to mention a certain delinquent hacker who lost to him at poker last night…
He dreaded to see what Conrí would have in store for him…
'It better not wind up on Providence's Intranet or my men will never take me seriously again…' The cowboy thought.
Conrí, Holiday, and Six entered César's lab and they took off for Blue Mountain Cattle Ranch in Highland, Texas.
"I hope they have salmon and pineapple pizza!" César exclaimed.
César seemed to be taking everything in stride, but Callan knew better. The more nervous César got the stranger he became. It was as though his slight bout of insanity was a coping mechanism.
"Don't worry. They're gunna love you," Callan said.
Rex gave the cowboy and his brother an odd look… He wondered how Callan got "I'm scared" from "salmon and pineapple pizza". The Latino teen couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that his love's best friend could understand his brother better than he could…
'We'll have to work on that when we get back…'
The lab came to a halt a respectable distance away from the ranch so as not to disturb the animals. There were three limos waiting for them. César was on the verge of hyperventilation. Callan held his hand and kept him grounded. Each one of them held a different flower for Mrs. Callan. Each one couple had a bottle of fine wine that came highly recommended by Six.
The agent's cooking ability was surprising. His knowledge of wine and the arts blew Callan away. Six grew up in a middleclass home, was in an orphanage, foster care, homeless, and then grew up on a desert island! He knew more about the classics, the arts, and fine dining than Callan ever did and he was born with a "silver spoon in his mouth"! It was times like this that made him wonder just what kind of man "One" was…
They entered the limos and took a long ride to the manor. Michael Callan II and Rosalynn Callan stood side-by-side, eager to receive their guests. Mr. Callan looked remarkably like his son. Though he was a bout thirty-five years older and a bit pudgier around the middle. His hair had some white and grey in it. His lines were a bit deeper. He wore brown work boots, an old pair of jeans, and a red flannel shirt.
Mrs. Callan was a voluptuous woman with wavy blond-grey hair, tan skin, and sky blue eyes. She had a smile that could light up a room. She wore a blue sundress with white flowers and a wedding ring that was a cluster of turquoise flowers.
Callan and César were leading their little group, their family to meet some extended members. César was still pretty nervous. Hell, so was Callan for that matter… It had been so long since either one of them had to do this. Their worst fear wasn't how acceptance or even approval.
They feared how awkward this first meeting was going to be…
Spirit settled that for them but bolting in front, saying "hello" with a big smile and a pink tulip. The adults laughed at the innocent little girl's eagerness. Spirit didn't have any grandparents. They were the piece of the puzzle so to speak that had been missing from her family.
Mrs. Callan all but scooped the little girl up and hugged her breathless, "Well aren't you a sight! What a pretty young lady we have here!"
Mr. Callan was far more conservative than his wife. He smiled at the little girl and had a good laugh when she handed him the pink tulip.
"Thank you, little lady. You're a bit dressed up for ridin'. Ya might wanna change before headin' out on Priscilla," Mr. Callan said with a cheery smile.
Spirit nodded and pointed to her bunny backpack.
"Smart girl."
She shook her head and pointed to her daddies.
"Howdy. I'm Michael Callan. Just call me Mike to avoid confusion," Mike said.
César gave him a nervous smile, "César Salazar."
Rosalynn set Spirit down and pulled César into a hug, "What a handsome young man you are! If only I were twenty years younger…"
"And male," Callan reminded.
His mother pulled him into a hug too, "Hello, baby. It's so good to have you home!"
"You must be Six and Rex…" Mike said.
"Feel free to call Six "Alex"," Rex said.
Six merely raised an eyebrow…
"You were with my boy back in basic. I hear you shattered a record."
"Yes sir, I was the fastest to go through the obstacle course in taking down EVOs and robotic human simulations," Six clarified.
"With nothing but a katana yet," Rex added.
"No guns?"
"I don't use guns."
"Why not?"
"My master preferred katana," Six said with a shrug as he handed the flower to Rosalynn.
"I can see why my daughter wanted you so badly…" Callan's mother said.
Six raised an eyebrow, "Thank you, ma'am."
"She's not here is she?" Rex asked, not wanting his fun to be ruined.
"No. We sent her off to look at various colleges in the area."
Rex visibly relaxed, "Thank God for that…"
Conrí approached Rosalynn with a grin and a wink. He was all flirt and flattery. Rosalynn seemed to love it. Mike didn't mind one bit. Holiday however…
"You must be Conrí, the hacker," Mike said with an amused look on his face.
"Nice to meet you sir. Yes, I'm the devilishly handsome hacker who tore down Providence's defenses and demanded a job."
"Modest too…"
"Yes, yes. He's a real jewel alright," Holiday, said with a long-suffering tone.
Rosalynn laughed, "You must be the girlfriend…"
"Sarah Holiday pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. You'll have to keep an eye on this one."
"…Tell me about it. But seriously, Conrí can be a bit much but there's a good person underneath it all."
"Of course. Well looks like you and Spirit need to get changed before we hit the trails!"
"I can't wait! It's been a while since I've ridden…"
"You ride?" Six asked with a shocked look on his face.
"Yeah. I took lessons when I was a kid."
"Wow… You learn something new everyday," Rex said with a smile.
He loved having a family. He even loved that there were aspects of his family that had remained a mystery even after all these years.
Six handed Spirit her backpack, "Go get changed."
Spirit reached for Holiday's hand and tugged her towards the huge house and away from her cheeky uncle. Conrí was bound to find trouble at this rate…
Callan went to help the new ranch hand, Jesse, get the horses ready while Six and Rex settled in and Conrí raided the kitchen for some much needed coffee. César began to talk Mike's ear off about his research.
Mike chuckled, "Easy there, son. There's plenty of time to discuss business later. Ya'll gunna be here for the next couple of days, right?"
"True… I'm guess I'm just nervous."
"Would a shoppin' trip help?" Rosalynn asked.
César grinned, "Maybe…"
They regrouped and headed out. The sky was brilliant and blue with fluffy white clouds. The sun was warm on their backs while the breeze was cool on their faces. There was an endless sea of trees in the distance not to mention the blue hued mountain that overshadowed them. The settles were killing their behinds; Rex's was particularly sore after last night's activities… There were hundreds of acres the greenest grass. There were all kinds of cattle, goats, and chickens, as well as quite a few horses. Mike raised both in a completely green environment.
Why green? Why not organic?
Many farms considered tofu as being a part of the "organic" craze. Many people were allergic to tofu. This eliminated the allergy issue and increased their costumer base. Not to mention there was that annoyingly inconclusive study as to whether or not tofu contributed to cancer…
They ended the tour with lunch on the porch…
Callan had just gone inside to use the restroom when he came out to his mother handing a book over to Spirit. It was one of her children's books, which while whimsical, was nothing compared to the classics and gigantic tomes that Six and Rex had to pry away from her.
Seriously…
They had to check her room from time to time to make sure that she wasn't stashing books and staying up all night to read them.
"Now, these books are about your Uncle Callan when he was a boy," Rosalynn said.
All Spirit had to do was look at the title and she was practically falling off of her bench with silent laughter.
"Hey, hey. No laughter. Maybe if you're nice Uncle Beanie will read it to you," César said with a cheeky grin.
Spirit's eyes lit up and she turned on the dreaded puppy eyes…
Callan glared at his monkey and sighed, "Alright. But only one story because I know you. You'll keep me up all night."
Spirit placed the book on the table and launched herself at her uncle with a grin. Callan chuckled and hugged the hyper little girl.
Rosalynn leaned over and whispered, "So when are you and my baby goin' ta make me a grandmother?"
"Maybe one day. Maybe never. I have a feeling that we're going to have a lot of nieces and nephews," César said, "Six and Rex are both orphans and they've been talking about adopting EVO children. We'll be sure to drop by with them as often as possible. Well, here and in Mexico to visit mi Abuela."
Rosalynn smiled. It wasn't the answer she had been hoping for but it was better than nothing…
"I can' wait to meet them all! This place has gone on for too long without the pitter patter of little feet!"
César laughed, "You could always try putting boots on the dogs…"
Rosalynn looked at him oddly at first be for laughing, "I don' think my husband would go for that. Neither would the dogs for that matter…"
Callan stood up and stretched, "I'm gunna to borrow César for a second if ya don' mind."
César raised an eyebrow and stood up, "Where are we going?"
"I'm gunna introduce you to an old friend…"
César gave his cowboy a confused look as he followed him off of the porch and towards a barn. There was a wooden cross off to the side with the name "Noodles" carved into it.
"This was my childhood best friend. He saved my life," Callan explained, "Noodles and I were hikin' on the old trail when he stopped dead and started barkin'. He wouldn't let me go any further and when I tried to he bolted in front of me and was bitten by a rattle snake that was hidin' the bushes I was about to walk through."
César frowned, "I see… So I owe Noodles my happiness."
Callan rolled his eyes, "You'd be happy without me."
"To an extent… But I would feel a bit piece of myself missing," the scientist admitted with a blush, "I'm pretty certain you're my other half. My head was in the clouds for so long that it took me forever to see it."
Callan felt his heart melt. César's insanity was well worth putting up with whenever he had a lucid moment. His monkey could be surprisingly sweet and romantic when he put his mind to it.
Then just like that…
César turned to him with a grin and took his hand, "Lets have a roll in the hay."
Callan let out a laugh and followed his random lover into the very same barn his parents had caught him in all those years ago. César flopped gracelessly onto the hay and pulled his cowboy down on top of him.
A spark ignited between the two, just like it had the first time. Just like it had every time… Callan tickled his monkey's sides as he removed his T-shirt and leaned down, kissing a trail from his shoulder to his chin. He smiled as he took in his lover's flawless caramel skin and lean ropy muscles.
Callan smiled and caressed his cheek, "No matter how many times I unravel you, you keep getting more and more beautiful…"
César blushed and slipped off Callan's pull over and tossed it aside, revealing the captain's tan and perfectly toned torso. His mind drew a blank… He was never the smooth talker than Rex was. Even as a kid Rex was a real charmer. César was awkward and odd. He preferred to use his brain for something a bit more useful than sweet-talking his way out of trouble.
So the settled for something better than sweet-talk. He told the truth… César pulled him down into a kiss and whispered, "I love you," against his lips. The cowboy smiled in response and couldn't help but wonder just how perfect life with this mad man was going to be…
So… School is going well and I'm getting straight A's! It took me forever to finish this because I have NEVER written a strip tease in and I had to do some research. XD I hope it came out alright. I was going to do a full sex scene between César (who's name is now spelled correctly) and Callan, but it's 2:30 AM where I am and I just want to post and go to bed. If you guys are interested in a full sex scene between these two, let me know.
Also: "A Baby Spirit" is going to have a nice spicy sex scene in it because I'm getting tired of making it 100% fluff all the time.
Ryven flame dancing saiyan: Thank you for the "Happy Birthday" wishes and yes, I will continue this. I'm still trying to figure out how to end it and move onto part two "Goes A Long Way"…