“You don’t have to,” Xander said. He started pulling things from the basket. He flicked his eyes to Wright when he opened his mouth to protest. “But if you’re going to be stubborn about this, I’ll talk to Patrick and see what he thinks. If anything, we could maybe use some help on the grounds since the summer activities are going to be ramping up soon.”
Wright nodded. Tracy had really packed them a full meal. There were chicken salad sandwiches, fresh vegetables and Ranch dip, and bottles of water. Their conversation trailed from work to the book that Wright was reading. Xander recommended one for his next read. A few times, Xander had reached over and wiped the corner of his mouth off. Eating one handed was still a pain, but he was able to move his arm a little more even in the sling. Still, he was a bit messy. Not that he minded the way Xander’s thumb would brush against his lips.
The sun was hitting the horizon, casting the sky in an array of pinks, reds, and oranges. Wright moved the basket and scooted closer to Xander, cuddling up to his side. After a moment, Xander shifted them so they were laying down on the blanket, staring at the sky. It was nice.
“Thank you for this,” Wright whispered. He traced his finger over his chest. “It’s nice out here.”
Xander dressed up a little. Instead of his usual tee and shorts or pajamas pants- depending if they were going to the main house for supper or not- he was wearing a button up over a white shirt and a nice pair of jeans with a belt. He had on his ‘good’ pair of boots as well, not the ones he kept on the porch to work in. Wright was in a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt. He’d kept two pairs of jeans from William, surprised they were his size, but his skin was still sensitive with the bruises that he didn’t risk wearing them yet.
“It is,” Xander said. “One night, we’ll have to go out to one of the farther pastures with my truck and spend the night stargazing. The stars are beautiful ‘round here.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the stars,” Wright said. Xander’s hand snuck up the back of his neck and brushed along his scalp. Wright smiled at the touch. Ever since telling him that he’d never had someone play with his hair, Wright had fallen asleep to that exact thing each night. “My evenings were usually spent cooking dinner and then I’d go to my room by seven or eight. I wasn’t allowed to go out at dark.”
“We’ll make it our next date,” Xander said. Wright was lying against his side and could hear the rumble of his voice through his chest. The deep sound was soothing. He could easily fall asleep. He slipped his hand farther around Xander’s body and hugged him. He’d taken the sling off since they weren’t doing anything more than sitting and talking. “You okay?”
Wright lifted his head and looked at Xander. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. His Stetson hat was laying on the blanket beside them, his hair sticking up just a little from putting it on while his hair was still damp. Wright only knew that because Xander had spent a solid twenty minutes talking about the different hats, styles, and how to care for them.
His eyes were clear and deep, a shade of blue Wright had never seen before. His lips were curved in a small smile. Wright had had those lips against his hair, his temple, cheek, and even his neck. He knew they were as soft as they looked.
The moment between them grew as Wright continued to stare at Xander. He knew he was older, an age gap between them that most would question. Especially with Wright just getting out of an abusive situation and only being nineteen. But the way he felt about Xander- it was something real. He didn’t have any feelings toward the other men that have helped him. Patrick was like a father he never had. William gave off the vibe of an older brother. But Xander was everything he’d dreamed about. Everything that made him feel safe and cared.
He shifted his body further up, leveling his so he was staring down at Xander. He rested his hand on the middle of Xander’s chest, feeling his heart beating below his palm. Xander’s hand moved from his hair to brush over his cheek. It was his go-to move and Wright leaned his head into the touch. When Xander cupped the back of his head and pulled him down, Wright closed his eyes and his stomach flipped with excitement.
The moment their lips touched was something that Wright would never forget. Xander’s lips were just as soft as he knew they’d be. He moved his lips against Wright’s, adding pressure to the back of his head to seal their lips together more. Wright tilted his head to the side, parting his lips just slightly. Xander pulled back and they both breathed heavily.
“You are…” Xander’s words trailed off and Wright smiled at him. The sentiment was the same.
Xander moved again, gently pushing Wright onto his back. He went willingly, smiling when Xander shifted his body so he was now the one hovering over him. He brushed his hair back from his forehead and then dipped his head to kiss him again. This time, it was a little more heated. Wright lifted hisarms to wrap around Xander’s neck; Xander moved so he was straddling one of Wright’s legs. Their bodies were intwined with one another as they continued to kiss. Wright’s brain went on overdrive when he felt Xander’s tongue brush against the seam of his lips. He’d seen people kiss before but the experience firsthand was so much better.
He pulled back before Wright could make the decision, though. He was resting on his knees and elbow, careful not to put any of his weight on Wright’s body. He appreciated it, as much as he wished he would. Maybe in a couple weeks. They stared at each other for a second. In that moment of time, something shifted and they both initiated at the same time, tongues meeting before lips. Wright had never kissed someone before, and he was definitely letting Xander lead, but it was everything he thought it would be. He’d read about it, watched it in videos. But this? This was incredible.
“Fuck, Wright.” Xander whispered the words against his lips as he pushed his hips down against Wright’s thigh. “You are incredible, gorgeous.”
Wright didn’t have any words. He had no idea what to say. He just wanted Xander to kiss him again. He lifted his head to chase after his lips and smiled into the kiss when he succeeded. Xander continued to thrust his hips against his thigh, small grunts pouring into his mouth with each movement. Wright was harder than he’d ever been himself. He was rocking up to meet Xander, ignoring the small pang at the motion.
That was until Xander pulled back and saw something in his expression that caused him to stop. “Shit, Wright. I’m sorry, gorgeous. I got too caught up in that kiss.”
“Don’t be,” Wright said. “It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.” Xander shook his head and moved to sit back on his heels. Wright’s leg was still trapped between Xander’sknees. “I told you; we’ll do more when you’re healed. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“I get and appreciate that you don’t want to hurt me,” Wright said. “But please don’t leave me like this, Xander.” To make sure he knew what he was talking about, Wright moved his left hand to his crotch, slipping his hand below the sweats and briefs. He gripped himself tight, his eyes rolling at the first contact. Xander’s eyes narrowed, focusing on where Wright’s hand was instead of his face.
Wright smiled when he heard the sound of Xander removing his belt. He watched the man kneeling above him as he undid the button of his jeans and the slide of his zipper. His boxers below were a sandy color, with a black band. He could see the head of his cock peeking over his waistband. God, he was big.
He left his jeans open and moved his hands to pull Wright’s sweats down. He pulled his boxers down just enough to free him from the fabrics. “I don’t want you to move, okay? I know you’re already feeling the pain so don’t deny it. This is meant to be a reward for you actually following the doctor’s orders this week.”
“Not much of a reward if I’m having to work so damn hard for it.”
Wright was cut off from saying more when Xander leaned down to kiss him once again. It was sloppy and they were both laughing when Xander pulled away. The world around them was starting to get darker, but Wright didn’t want to leave their little bubble here. He focused on Xander and watched as he licked his own palm before wrapping his hand around Wright’s erection. He had to keep himself from rocking his hips up, knowing that Xander would stop if he did.
Xander fumbled with his free hand to pull his own underwear out of the way. Wright’s body was writhing already from the pleasure and seeing Xander’s cock in the open, so closeto him, had him growing hard under his palm. He wasn’t even sure how that was possible. “Xander.”
“Yes?” Xander started stroking himself in time with the pleasure he was giving Wright. Wright reached his hand up and pulled on the front of his shirt until Xander moved closer. He was resting on his left elbow, his right hand still moving up and down Wright’s length. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
“You are too,” Wright said breathlessly. “Let me- Can I touch you?”
“No,” Xander said softly. He leaned down and kissed him, sliding their tongues together until they both needed air again. “This is for you. Let me make you feel good.”
