“It’s not the same as what’s in my head so I think that helps.” Wright swallowed and Xander nodded. They did have that rope, but they could work up to it. He was so proud of Wright right now. “It’s like a ghost effect, though. Like the leg thing with people that lose them but think it’s still there? It’s like I can feel it wrapped around my wrists and ankles the longer I look at it.”
Xander fought himself not to react. He still held the rope at either end, but Wright was now slowly running his hands back and forth, letting the material slide through his palms. He repeated it several times before he spoke again.
“I know it isn’t going to hurt me,” Wright said like a mantra to himself. His eyes flicked up to Xander. “And I know you wouldn’t hurt me. No one here would. It has no control over me.”
“Yes, Wright. Great job.” Sunshine was full on smiling now. Xander was so, so proud of him. There would be many, many rewards coming his way. “I want to stop there today. I don’t want you to push yourself, okay. Take the weekend to relax and we’ll work more on Monday. I know that Xander, you can’t join us on Mondays, but I would like Wright to continue working on this. If at any point during the week, Wright wants to try again, I justask that you record the session. Just like this, so I can watch it back. Wright, that means I need to hear all of your thoughts if I’m not present, okay? And Xander, I’m trusting my patient with you. Don’t let him do more than he should. Any big moves, I want to be present for.”
Wright dropped the rope and nodded. Xander slipped off the bed and motioned that he was going to let him finish up his session. He only had a few minutes left of the hour. He walked back outside with a smile, looking down at the rope as he walked back to the barn to replace it. Paxton and Victor were working on mucking the stalls. They all took turns doing it and since he had this thing with Wright, it was their night. He had tomorrow’s shifts.
“I can’t tell if that smell is from the horses or you,” Xander said as he passed Victor. “Do you ever shower, dude?”
“He slipped in one of the piles,” Paxton laughed out. “I told him those shoes weren’t good.”
Xander looked down at the shoes and shook his head. “Why are you wearing your good shoes out here? Your mom is going to muck you when she finds out.”
“I don’t know what that is supposed to mean,” he said back. He was going into the ninth grade next year and still his innocent, sweet nephew. He looked up at Xander, head slightly tilted, like he was waiting for an explanation. Xander ruffled his hair and continued toward the tack room.
“How was it?” Paxton asked, following him. “Wright told me about it yesterday when he got the laptop from me. From the way you were smiling, I assume a good start?”
“Yeah,” Xander said. “His therapist said it was better than what she hoped for. She still wants to take it slow, though. And asked that we record anything we do during the week with it.”
“Sounds kinky,” Paxton said.
“No. You are too young to even know what that word means. I don’t want to hear it.” Xander opened the tack room while she laughed behind him and got back to work. He did a quick scan to make sure everything was in its place and then shut the door. “I think I’m going to take him into the city tomorrow to get him his own laptop so you can have yours back.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” she said with a grunt as she worked. The weather was still hot out, the sun at least two hours away from setting. “I’m just glad he’s working through it in a healthy way and that he has someone that cares about him standing beside him.”
Wright was walking out of the bathroom when Xander came back inside. He smiled and closed the distance quickly. Xander held out his arms and laughed when Wright all but jumped into them, wrapping his legs around his waist. “I did it.”
“You did it,” Xander repeated. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too,” Wright said. He wrapped his arms around Xander’s neck and hugged him tight. Xander started toward the bedroom, his hands firmly on Wright’s ass. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how proud I am of you,” Xander replied easily. “We have about forty minutes before supper is ready.”
Wright started kissing across his face, down his jaw and neck. “How ever will we pass the time?”
“I have a few ideas,” Xander whispered in his ear. Wright moaned when Xander squeezed his ass. Thankfully, the bedroom door was still open. “Only if you’re up for it, though. You just did a lot there.”
“So up for it,” Wright said. He rocked his hips, still in Xander’s arms. Xander laid him on his back and slowly extricated himself from Wright’s limbs. Wright’s eyes looked him over as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. “God, you’re so hot.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, gorgeous.” Xander pushed his shorts and boxers down in one move. He ran his hand down his chest, stomach, and wrapped his fingers around his dick. He knew Wright liked the hair on his chest, often ran his hands over it as he fell asleep. His cock was surrounded by a decent patch, trimmed and taken care of but still thick. Wright was all hairless, a light patch on his groin only as thick as the hair on his legs. They’d mostly taken showers together, but Xander wondered it if was natural or something he kept up. He didn’t care either way. “I’m not going to be the only one naked, baby. Strip down.”
It was almost comical how fast Wright moved after that. In a matter of seconds, his clothes were laying haphazardly on the floor with Xander’s. He was lying on his back in the middle of the mattress, his head propped up on the pillow. His body stretched out before him, Xander couldn’t help but stare at the expanse of skin. He had to touch him. Now.
“What do you want today?” Xander asked. He sank down to the mattress, lying on his side next to Wright. They moved together, pressing their bodies close so not even a sheet of paper could pass between them. He couldn’t resist kissing him deeply, seeking entrance into his mouth to taste him. Wright sucked his bottom lip before licking into his mouth again. He may not have a lot of experience, but the man knew how to kiss, that was for sure. Xander’s mind was starting to go blank as the ache in his growing erection intensified. Wright seemed to be in the same boat and he rutted against Xander’s body.
“I need you in me,” Wright said. “I don’t care which hole.”
“That’s the hottest fucking thing.” Xander meant for the words to be a thought, but it was too late to take it back. His cock twitched at the thought of being inside Wright again. It’d only been a few days since they fucked a second time. He wanted to make sure he didn’t go too hard too soon on him.
Wright rolled onto him and ground his hips into Xander’s. “It’ll be even hotter when I’m riding you. You can use those thigh muscles to wreck into me again and again.”
“Baby,” Xander groaned out. While Wright was still going through a lot and they’d just hit a milestone not half an hour ago, it seemed that he was the most calm and open during their intimate times. From the beginning, he’d pushed Xander’s buttons, joked about it. Pushed not really the right word. Gently persuaded. Because if Xander looked back now, he could laugh at his past self for thinking he had any self-control when it came to the young man. He loved every moment spent with Wright.
“Don’t,” Wright said quickly. He pulled back just a little and stared down at Xander. “Don’t go easy on me. I’ll let you know if I need you to stop, okay? I’m going to grab the lube and a condom and I want you to get me ready to take that monster cock of yours.”
“You are too good for my ego, Wright.” Xander moved his head to follow Wright’s movements. His body stretched, ridges and dips of his ribs on full display. He gained a few pounds since coming to the ranch. He hadn’t been skin and bones, but he could tell that having someone else cook for him for a change was doing good for him. Xander ran his hands over Wright’s body as he moved back to straddle Xander’s body. His legs were spread wide, his knees on either side of Xander’s hips. The difference in their sizes was still baffling to him. He had no idea what Wright saw in him, but he was damn happy with it. “Kiss me. I need my lips on you, baby.”
