Yeah, yeah. I heard you.
Sleep maintained its grip on Liam. He couldn’t move from the mattress. He would fall back into slumber, then awake at another bleat. He opened his one eye again, but he couldn’t see the window. A sexy guy was blocking his view.
“Let’s go. It’s already four-fifteen. The day is half bloody over.” Nathan’s body had gained muscle and heft ever since he began working on the farm full-time. Liam had noticed his pecs getting bigger, his abs tighter and more washboardy, and his arms, presently crossed against his chest, were turning into the ropes he used to climb in gym class. Add those to Nathan’s already withering stare and husky accent, and it was officially too much sexiness.
“Stop checking me out and get out of bed.” Nathan adjusted his hat and wiped a stray piece of hay off his half-buttoned flannel shirt.
“Is that my shirt?”
“I look better in it anyway.” Nathan clapped twice, the sound ringing in Liam’s half-asleep ears. “Come on. Up you get. You have to refill the feeders.”
“You haven’t done that yet?”
“Ringo kicked a hole in his pen overnight. I’ve been patching it up so he doesn’t sneak out.” A hammer hung from one of Nathan’s belt loops. “Up. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
Nathan fixed his stare on Liam and unleashed a smirk that was up to no good. He walked the few steps into the kitchen.
“Don’t,” Liam said.
His cry went ignored. Nathan removed a glass from the cabinet.
“Nathan,” he growled. His body was under the control of the bed.
Liam watched him turn the tap all the way to the right and fill the glass with the coldest water possible. Then, to add insult to imminent injury, he plopped a handful of ice cubes in and stirred.
“I mean it,” Liam said. He pulled the cover up to his neck in preparation. He couldn’t stop what was coming. Nor could he stop his cock from sprouting wood at the sight of his sexy boyfriend sauntering over, ready to punish him.
“I learned this from you.” Nathan held up the glass.
“I was cruel back then.”
“And now I usually get up before you, so perhaps your cruel methods work.”
“Please, don’t,” Liam pleaded. Wisps of drafty morning air hit his exposed skin. He was cold enough.
“Why?”
“Because you love me.”
Nathan considered this. “I suppose I do.”
He drank the water himself in one long chug. Liam breathed a sigh of relief.
“See, wasn’t that—”
Liam tumbled off the bed as the mattress flipped in the air. He leapt up and kicked the blankets now tangled at his feet.
“What the hell, Nathan?”
“You seemed to enjoy it.” Nathan nudged his chin at the tent pitched in his boxers.
“It must be the bleating.”Or that my boyfriend is hotter than fuck.
“Must be.”
Liam’s cock led the way to Nathan. He admired the beautiful guy who’d stolen his heart. When they kissed, Liam saw stars. He brushed his fingers against the patchy beard Nathan was sporting, the hair like different pieces of land slowly joining together. His hands wandered into Nathan’s shirt to feel up his broad chest. They had to be careful about how handsy they were on the farm since Mark and the kids could make an appearance at any time.
