Wright nodded and kept his eyes on Xander. His hand disappeared, but Wright felt the tugging sensation of his pants being pulled down to his knees. Xander pulled back and did the same to his jeans. Their size difference was something that Wright was keenly aware of whenever they dressed or undressed. He liked that Xander was bigger than him, played the clear role of protector. But his cock was massive. He had to be at least eight inches, if not more. And he was thick.
Xander covered his body once again, rubbing their cocks against each other. The friction was heavenly and Wright could hear himself whimpering with need. He was close already. “Please, Xander. Please.”
“I love the way you beg for me,” Xander whispered into his ear. His hand went back around him, but this time his cock was sliding right alongside his. “Fuck. You’re so hard for me.”
“I’m so close,” Wright cried. He could feel himself shaking with need.
“Not yet, gorgeous.” Xander’s hand circled his head, collecting the bead of precum on his slit. Wright couldn’t see what he was doing, but the slide of his hand got a little easier. He was sure he was leaking like crazy, wondering if Xander wasin the same state. His hand picked up speed as their breaths got quick and shallow. Wright’s mouth was set in an ‘O’ shape as his pleasure built. He curled his toes in his shoes, trying to hold off his orgasm.
A new sensation hit him. Xander had stopped moving his hand, but he continued to thrust his hips, fucking his hand alongside Wright’s cock. The friction was indescribable and Wright cried out as the first wave of his orgasm hit him. One hand gripped the blanket below them while the other still held on to Xander’s shirt.
“Damn, Wright. You really do that every time.” Xander moved to sit back on his heels again. He wrapped his hand around himself and all Wright had the energy for was to just watch as he fucked himself with his hand. Xander used his free hand to push Wright’s shirt up his chest just as he let himself go. The noises that Xander made when he came were beyond hot. He grunted, a mix of heavy breathing and half noises filled the space around them. “Fuck, fuck.” Wright’s eyes watched as Xander’s pleasure hit him and he released ropes of cum onto his skin. He ran his fingers through the mess on his stomach, a mix of both their pleasures. He looked at Xander with a bright smile.
“Best first date ever,” Wright said.
Chapter Nine
~ Xander ~
By the third week of Wright being in his life, Xander was fucked. Not literally, because Wright was still healing, but he couldn’t get the young man out of his head. He was a thirty-five-year-old man with a career behind him, six hundred acres of land to help maintain, boring bills like insurance and rent to pay. And yet, he felt like he was twenty all over again whenever he saw Wright. Even from a distance. Patrick would just laugh at him and clap him on the shoulder, saying nothing. He didn’t understand the pull this guy had on him, but he was enjoying it.
“Uncle Xander!” He turned his head at the sound of his niece, Paxton, calling out for him. He couldn’t see her, but knew she’d be rounding the corner into the barn soon enough. “Ah, hey. There you are. I swear I checked in here, like, ten minutes ago.”
Paxton was smiling. Her hair was in a tight ponytail with a few strands sticking out by her ears. She was wearing her typical running clothes, a loose tank top with a pair of black shorts. Her sneakers were a rainbow of colors. She’d grown up fast the last couple years he lived in the city. He came back as much as he could, since they only lived a half hour outside of the city, but there were still weeks between his visits. Between workingdouble shifts and his boyfriend, he didn’t have a lot of free time. Not like now.
“I was reorganizing the tack room,” Xander said. “Your dad has been busting my ass unloading the feed today.”
“Dirty mouth. Dirty mouth,” Paxton chanted with a bright smile. Xander rolled his eyes and locked up the tack room before moving closer to his niece. It was a thing made up when the kids were little. Patrick, Xander, and their friends would do their best not to cuss around the kiddos and that little chant was the main reason. Tracy had taught it to them when Paxton repeated a ‘naughty’ word in school. She’d been six. They grew out of it gradually.
“I’m sure if I go on those runs with you, I’d be chanting the same,” Xander said back jokingly. Paxton ran on the ranch twice a week, despite complaining about how much she hated doing it. Now that the school year was over, she had upped it to three times a week so she kept in shape to try out for the soccer team in college. He was proud of her.
“I plead the fifth,” Paxton said with a smile. “But not what I came here for. I had a question.”
“What’s up?”
Xander pushed his shoulders back, letting out a small grunt when it popped in several places. After they restocked the hay bales this morning, he tended to the grounds around the refuge houses. They were all still occupied. Brett said they’d be like that until the end of July and then they could talk about Wright moving into one. Xander didn’t like that idea, Wright being away from him. It was a little possessive, but he couldn’t help it.
“You and your boyfriend are going into the city tomorrow, right?”
“He’s not my boyfriend, but yes.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Paxton said mockingly. “You just live together, take care of him, go on daily evening walks, and don’t you have a date planned tonight?”
Xander opened his mouth to say something, but he realized that she was right. He looked forward to their evening walks, going a little further each time. They’d walked to the main gate and back last night, almost an hour walk, but he’d also taken him to the small stream that ran throughout the property. Tonight, he planned on taking Wright to one of the flatter pastures in the truck, with a blanket and pillows so they could lay under the stars for a while. Maybe watch the animals grazing too. He felt bad about scaring him last week with the warning to not go out alone.
“Yeah, exactly. Anyway, would you mind if I joined you? I wanted to meet with one of the girls that’s running the training camp in the Fall for the university.”
“And is this just a meeting or a meeting-meeting? Because you know your parents’ rules.”
Patrick and Tracy were great parents, trusting their kids to make their own decisions for the most part. But they still had some rules in place, especially when it came to dating. Neither of their kids were allowed to go on a date until they met the person.
“It’s just a meeting. In a very public place.” Paxton held his stare. He waited for a moment, knowing what her tell was on the rare occasion that she lied. His niece and nephew were pretty cool kids, honest and hard working. They had their moments, but he was proud to be their uncle. “You can even meet her before Wright’s appointment if you want.”
“I’ll talk to your dad about it and see what he says, but I don’t have a problem with it. I don’t know how long we’ll be at the hospital for, but I want to take him shopping afterward as well.”
“Okay, just let me know. She’s going back home next week so this is the only time I can meet with her before training starts.”
Paxton walked back out and toward the house while Xander went to the tack room to finish making sure everything was where it should be. When he walked into the guest house, he was greeted with silence. His nerves immediately spiked because Wright was always making some sort of noise. Whether talking to himself, moving around, or playing music. But today, there was nothing.
