“Two can play this game,” Nathan said, finding his way into Liam’s boxers and stroking his throbbing cock. Just as Liam moaned, Nathan pulled his hands back. “Feeding first.”
Liam stared horny daggers at him. “You country fuck.”
“You posh prick.”
Their mouths collided with more energy than a fresh pot of coffee. Liam pulled Nathan against him. They had time for a quickie. Liam wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the farm with a massive hard-on. And judging by the bulge in Nathan’s jeans, neither would he.
It was one of those many times when Liam had to have Nathan, when he successfully channeled his frustration into sexual dominance. He grabbed Nathan’s hands and shoved them into his boxers.
“Are you going to operate my hands like second-rate puppets, or will you let a master go to work?” Nathan asked in that fuck-you voice that made Liam want to tear off all his clothes.
Nathan pulled back from his grip, yanked Liam’s pants down, and stopped his mouth just before his aching, engorged cock.
“You know what, I think I need to check on the sheep.”
“Suck,” he commanded.
And suck Nathan did, until Liam’s knees were about to give. He took his thick rod to the base.
“You’re not so bad at this,” Liam said. He grabbed a fistful of hair and balanced himself against the fridge. Nathan’s tongue was like a wizard. He loved watching his cock disappear into that sarcastic mouth.
The sheep bleated outside, and Liam knew they didn’t have enough time to drag this out. He signaled for Nathan to stand up. They kissed again, allowing Liam to taste the remnants of his sweaty cock on his lips.
“I want you to fuck me hard. And fast.” Nathan nodded at the windows where the bleating came from. Time was of the essence.
“No fucking problem.” He bent Nathan onto the overturned mattress, which stuck up on its side. He ripped down his jeans and boxer-briefs. Nathan ran out of his fancy designer clothes after three months. They were not meant for the outdoors. They went shopping together, and Nathan pretended to like the selection. He and Franny made excursions to the city for fancier outfits on special occasions.
His eyes watered at the sight of that pink, puckered hole. He massaged his opening with his thumb and pushed his way inside. He gave Nathan’s ass a speedy spit shine, along with a few hard spanks that left handprints. Damn, he tasted so fucking good.
“Since we’re rushed for time, I’m not going to use any lube.”
“Don’t you fucking dare or else I will throw you into the manure pit.”
Liam laughed to himself. He slathered himself and Nathan’s ass with lube. He also lubed up Nathan’s leaking cock, which was complete with its own bush of grown out hair. He had embraced the au natural look, which Liam found hot.
He plunged inside Nathan. Making contact with that warm ring of muscle nearly made him bust a nut on contact. Nathan moaned for him and pointed his ass in the air. It only took a few humps for Liam to spill inside him, and Nathan was not too far behind, soaking the mattress sheet with bursts of come.
“Who thought that I’d have morning sex at four a.m.?” Nathan said. “Without staying up all night.”
“Welcome to being a sheep farmer.”
Nathan
After Liam and his crew of sheep had come for him at his hotel, Nathan and his father had moved their flight to the next day. Nathan’s father joined them for family dinner that night, and he gave Mark the whole scoop on which hotels to stay at for his next vacation.
His father left the next morning, while Nathan kept pushing back his flight. Six months later, he had yet to return to London.
He embraced the farm life. Every night he went to bed feeling productive and finding his purpose, sometimes before the sun had even set. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. His timeline was looking more and more like forever. Next week were auditions at the playhouse where his mum acted for years, and where Franny received rave reviews as Cinderella inInto the Woods. He couldn’t wait to try out for the musical,Les Miserables. When he’d mentioned it at a family dinner, and how he wanted to play Javert, Walt burst out laughing. Nathan still didn’t get it.
He and Liam became involved with the local farmers association and got to know other sheep farmers in the area. Back in London, he never imagined he would ever meet or be friends with sheep farmers. Their lives were light years away from his. Yet here he was, in text chains about price fluctuations and having conversations about lambing. Life was happy. Sometimes he had to stop what he was doing and think about the twists and turns that took him to the edge of the world. The world was humongous. Seven billion people. Yet a guy from London and a gal from New Zealand randomly found each other among hundreds of thousands of people at a concert, and now Nathan and Liam had found each other. It was a lot to think about. And spending his days working with animals who couldn’t talk gave him plenty of time to ponder.
That night, Mark and the kids made the trek across the field to their house for family dinner. Liam and Nathan hosted two nights each week. They also moved it up half an hour so that Nathan could make it to AA each night. He had really embraced it, after a while of mocking the affirmations. Nathan let go. Every time he tried to convince himself he was fine and that he could handle one drink, he reminded himself how easily he spiraled, and that it never ended with one drink. He wasn’t going to screw up what he had with Liam and his family. They kept him in line, whether they knew it or not.
They all sat down to dinner. Franny helped Nathan set the table.
“How are rehearsals going?” he asked her.
“It is going to be hilarious! Just you wait.” Franny scored a role in her school’s production ofNoises Off.
