With a low sound in his throat, Jamie sat up and shifted, swinging his leg over Leland’s hips like he was riding him, loving the idea of it, Leland the horse, Jamie the rider. Jamie with Leland’s reins in his hands, guiding him.
Jamie could see the surprise in Leland’s face, and the delight in his eyes, in that half-light where the front porch light made long shadows inside the cabin. He clasped Jamie’s hips and settled him upon him, and Jamie scooted down his thighs and took Leland’s cock in his hands, delighting in the heft of him, the heat of his shaft, even as the long hairs on Leland’s thighs tickled against his balls.
It was a wonderful, sliding feeling as he rocked back and forth, finding his place on Leland, curling and uncurling his fingers around Leland’s cock. Leland’s lifted his chin as though he was concentrating on all the feelings, Jamie’s movements, his hands, eyes half-closing to absorb the motion of Jamie rocking his hips and urging him on as he stroked Leland’s cock, slowly, slowly, lightly, lightly.
Jamie loved Leland’s shudders and his sighs, loved the way he licked his lower lip as though his mouth was dry from panting. He could see the gleam of sweat along Leland’s neck, tendons tightening, and he slithered down and took Leland in his mouth, the tender, round tip of him, licking his long shaft, leaving a silver of moisture behind as he did this over and over, absorbed in him, his scent, the heat of passion building within him.
He loved the trembles in Leland’s belly and the soft cries he made, and never in his life had he been so connected like this, with every move, every sound, all the heat and the salt. He was so focused he almost missed it when Leland came between his fingers, almost invisible white spurts on his belly that Jamie licked and licked like a cat until Leland weakly protested, and hooked his hands under Jamie’s arms and pulled him up, all the way up, on top of him, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
“Will you be my blanket?” Leland asked.
“Yes,” Jamie said.
Jamie pulled the sheet up to cover them both, never letting go of Leland. He stayed curled on top of Leland like a young thing who has found a safe hollow in the snow in a bad storm. He was warm all the way through, and content and sleepy, and loved the weight of Leland’s arm across his waist.
Then he slid into the curve of Leland’s waist, one leg over Leland’s legs, possessing him in the dark. He belonged to Jamie, now, and Jamie to him. Each to the other.
Jamie’s breath slowed, and Leland’s breath slowed, and Jamie trailed his fingers in Leland’s hair, that short, duck-edged fair hair of his, and smiled to himself.
“Busy day tomorrow,” said Leland, the sleep plain in his voice. Jamie knew that meant Leland thought they should fall asleep so they could be rested and ready for Sunday, when guests started arriving.
“Don’t you ever get a day off?” Jamie asked, sleepy and low.
“You’re my day off,” Leland said in response, turning to kiss him, wherever that kiss might land.
“I want to be your every day,” Jamie said, hearing the demand in his own voice.
“You are my every day,” Leland said, the words rumbling from his chest. “You are my always.”
Jamie curled his arm around Leland’s neck, but gently, and tucked his head down, brushing his forehead against Leland’s shoulder. And finally fell asleep, as though he’d been waiting for that moment all of his life.
33
Jamie
In the morning, Leland was up with the sun, but of course he was. He reached for his phone the second it started buzzing, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet wrapped around his hips before Jamie was fully awake. He curled around Leland’s back and kissed the curve of his bottom, and sighed, still sleepy, blinking at the sunshine that came through the parting in the curtains.
“I’m on it, Bill,” said Leland. Then he listened for another long moment and nodded as though Bill could see him. “No, I agree, we shouldn’t leave it there, though they could have called yesterday, when I was in Chugwater.”
Leland clicked off the phone and slid his hand along Jamie’s legs, petting him. Making sure of him.
“I’ve got a quick errand to run, and, of course, guests will start arriving at noon,” Leland said. “The post office delivered the official paperwork for our ex-con program to the Dairy Queen in Chugwater, if you can imagine that.”
Pulling himself around Leland, Jamie kissed his hip loudly, and laughed when Leland looked down, eyebrows raised, as though shocked to find Jamie there.
“Will you move in with me, do you think?” Leland asked, trailing his fingers along Jamie’s shoulder, tracing the line on Jamie’s skin of lace-like patterns of light and shadow as they came through the curtains.
“This is all so sudden, Leland,” Jamie said, pulling the sheet close, like he was a shocked, sweet thing. Which he was, in a way.
The sound of Leland laughing as he tossed his head back filled Jamie’s heart, and when Leland gently cupped the back of Jamie’s head and leaned sideways to kiss him soundly, he smiled against Leland’s mouth, almost purring.
“I’ve got to shower and go so I can be in place before the guests arrive,” Leland said.
When he stood up, Jamie stood up, too, and wondered if he’d be shy about showering together. Standing next to Leland, he was a full head shorter and skinny. Leland had so many muscles, all long and wonderful, and Jamie felt puny.
When Leland looked at him, he must have understood his scowl for what it was because he picked Jamie up and bodily carried him into the bathroom, put him down, and then turned on the shower. The shower stall was a regular sized one, not luxurious, but there was room for both of them, if they got cozy, and plenty of hot water and soap. Together, they showered, and then shared the small mirror and shaved, playful and laughing.
It was only when Leland had gotten dressed and left, the keys to his truck jangling in his hand, that Jamie realized he’d been left in the little cabin all alone. This would not have happened only a short while ago, so Jamie dressed quickly and carefully shut the front door, and strutted to the dining hall, whistling under his breath.
