“Huh?” I wandered in the direction of the noise. My path took me around the landscaped yard. Daffodils were blooming, but it seemed like later in the summer there would be all sorts of flowers. A patch of rose bushes had the beginnings of tightly coiled pink buds.
When I turned the corner to the back of the house, my cock filled so fast my head rushed and I had to put my hand against the wall to stay upright.
KC and Ren were using the stump of what must’ve been an ancient tree as a chopping block. They had massive logs in front of them and each of my men was using an axe with a shiny silver head and a long wooden handle. As their axes came down, they split the logs in synchronization that must’ve been practiced. Jeans hugged their muscled thighs.
Fuck, they looked good.
They each wore red-and-black plaid long-sleeved shirts, but they weren’t buttoned. Sweat already gleamed on their skin and steamed in the early morning air.
“I had a stroke in that house from the shock of having someone buy me a vacation home, and now I’m in gay heaven. I don’t know how, but I made it.” I practically skipped toward my guys with the dispenser cradled in my hands. “I always knew there would be lumberjacks in the afterlife.”
They didn’t stop to acknowledge me, just kept splitting logs and stacking the firewood into a pile nearby. The scent of fresh-cut wood reminded me of the way KC always smelled, and I moaned.
KC finally broke character and flashed one of his charming smiles.
“Oh my fucking God.” My cock flexed and I sucked in air between my teeth. “Death by rippling muscles and handsome faces.”
The axe in KC’s hands slowed. He swung it over his shoulder and put his other hand on his hip, parting the fabric of his shirt even more. The red hair in the center of his chest sparkled.
I whimpered and almost dropped to my knees.
“Do we look like your beefcake pinup men?” KC asked, smile cranking up another notch. The shirt slipped a teeny bit fartheropen. I had a view of a six-pack that belonged on the statue of a Greek god and one peaked pink nipple. Heat sparked and raced across my body from head to toe, then settled and pulsed in my cock.
“Nothing anyone could draw anywhere could look this good.” I was afraid to glance away in case this really was something my brain had cooked up from a sugar and caffeine overload.
Ren sputtered and blushed, missing his mark. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, then struck a pose mirroring KC. I bit my lip to stop a laugh from sneaking free because he didn’t look anywhere as comfortable as KC playing dress up. Ren was sohimselfthat any attempt to be someone else really did just look like a costume on him. But it was a hot ensemble, so I didn’t care.
“Uh.” Ren cleared his throat. “I went through your notebooks to make sure we got it just right.”
“No, you didn’t.” I ducked my head but couldn’t take my eyes off them. My cock was already drooling in reaction to their hard bodies in this amazing setting. Behind them trees shot up toward the sky.
To our left, a small guesthouse was tucked away along a path. How big was this property? Never mind. I would grill Ren about that later.
I could seriously imagine lumberjacks working here.
“Yes.” Ren smiled, lighting up his angular face.
My stomach coiled with tension. He was better than a fantasy because he wasreal. His tattoos were artwork on his skin and his piercings glinted, impossible treasure dotted across his body.
“You both look so amazing. I’m ready to bust in my boxers.” I stumbled closer.
When I was steps away, Ren raised his hand. “Oh no. We’re lumberjacks and we have very important jobs. You have to wait for us to finish our work.”
I whimpered as they went back to splitting logs. Being ignored pissed me off, but this wasn’t like the time they’d made out against the Mustang without me. It was Ren controlling the situation for my pleasure. I loved every part of them swinging the axes, giving me different views of their bulging muscles that I would definitely draw later. More steam poured off them to dance in the air, adding to the aura of two fantastical pinup men dropped in front of me.
Then, as if they’d practiced this odd waltz of steel and wood, they set down their axes. Ren cupped KC’s face. He leaned in and kissed him, brutalizing his mouth in a way only Ren was capable of.
The lube dispenser shook in my hands.
He yanked KC close so fast they collided against each other with a slap of skin.
I bit my lip again as they ground against each other, a dirty dance that had my cock painting precum everywhere in my boxers. A slight chill at my crotch made me achingly aware of the droplets leaking through the denim.
“Why did I never think to draw two lumberjacks kissing?” I pressed the lube dispenser to my cheek to cool it.
KC and Ren chuckled, low sounds that scraped through my insides and made me so ready to get fucked. They turned in my direction, and I got stuck ogling the bulges in their jeans. It occurred to me a few seconds too late that maybe I should run and make them chase me. By the time my brain cells had bounced together in my head, Ren had my feet and KC had picked me up under my shoulders. I blinked at the clear blue sky overhead as they kicked the logs off the stump.
“I’ll get splinters!”
