Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 02 - Out of the Darkness (19 page)

He checks that Monty and Smokey are both securely crosstied before moving up behind Jeff and wrapping his arms around his chest, nuzzling his chin over the other man’s shoulder. Jeff brings one of his hands up to hold onto Dan’s and leans back a little, letting Dan take some of his weight. It feels good, but Dan can’t leave it like that for long, and he twists his head, brings his mouth to Jeff’s neck. He kisses a little, sucks a little, nips… and he can feel Jeff chuckle as he brings his other hand up to pull Dan’s head away. Dan resists, but then he figures out that Jeff is turning his own head, bringing their mouths together, and the angle isn’t great for Dan’s neck, but his cock likes its location, rubbing up against Jeff’s tight ass. He grinds in, just a bit, just enough to give Jeff the idea.

“Shit, Dan, you’re as hard to tire out as that damn horse.” But Jeff doesn’t really sound like he’s complaining, and he twists his own torso a little, letting their mouths line up better without changing the position of their hips.

Dan smiles into Jeff’s mouth, and then brings his tongue into it, running a hand down from Jeff’s chest to reach in under his shirt and run up over his warm skin. Dan’s hand lingers, tangling in the hair it finds, pulling just a little as he starts a gentle rolling with his hips and brings his other hand down to sneak under Jeff’s waistband. But Jeff catches that hand, holds it flat against his stomach, and won’t let Dan go any further.

“We could put the horses out, take a quick trip to the hay shed…,” Dan suggests.

 

“That’s tempting, believe me, but I want more than a quick trip with you, man.”

Dan shrugs. “A quickie now, more later… God knows when, but….” Dan turns them both so they’re facing each other, ruts his hardness up against Jeff, and they both inhale sharply. “Sometime soon, definitely. But in the meantime, come on, man.” He doesn’t want to beg, but he does want to get off, preferably not alone.

Jeff loosens his grip on Dan’s hand just slightly, and Dan takes it as an invitation, wriggling loose and working his way inside Jeff’s pants, twisting his arm a bit until he can get a good grip on Jeff’s rapidly hardening cock. “Just my hand, man? Is that all you want? You don’t want my mouth? Are you sure?” Dan sucks softly on Jeff’s tongue, feels the man’s hips jerk in reaction, and smiles. “Yeah, you want it. Come on, man; the horses are fine, nobody’s around—come here.” He pulls Jeff gently backward, shuffles a few steps until they’re inside a stall, out of sight of anyone who might wander into the barn aisle, and he’s undoing Jeff’s fly as he drops to his knees. Jeff just leans back against the wall and lets it happen. One of his hands goes to Dan’s head, while the other is spread out along the wall of the stall, fingers gripping in as if trying to find something to hold onto.

Jeff’s totally hard now, leaking, and Dan gives a quick little suck on the head, just a taste, and then runs his tongue down the side of Jeff’s cock. He nuzzles into Jeff’s balls, gives each one a lick and a little suck, and brings one of his hands up to work them gently as he returns his mouth to the shaft. He wraps his lips around the head and gives it some intense attention, and it isn’t long before Jeff’s hips are jerking involuntarily. Dan pulls him in deep then, sucking him down, feeling the head of Jeff’s cock hit the back of his throat and then slip down further. Dan works hard and fast, bobbing his head, lips sucked tight and tongue never still, and soon Jeff is gasping softly, his fingers tightening against Dan’s scalp and then releasing as he moans and spasms into Dan’s mouth.

Dan sucks him dry and then slides up his body until their mouths meet, Dan’s hard and demanding, Jeff’s soft and relaxed. Dan thinks back to his earlier concern about Jeff and his cocksucking tendencies and decides that this is the best time to find out if they’re going to have a problem. He guesses that he’s in no position to complain, not as long as he’s refusing to bottom, but he’d at least like to know so he can start working on ways to get used to the disappointment. He kisses Jeff once more before drawing back, looking at Jeff and making it clear that the next move is his.

Jeff smiles lazily, and then—praise Jesus—he shifts around, pressing Dan back against the wall as he drops down. Dan’s so relieved he almost doesn’t care if Jeff blows him right then and there, he’s just happy to know that it’s going to happen eventually, and then Jeff’s got Dan’s pants unzipped and is mouthing at his cock through his underwear, and Dan changes his mind; it is absolutely imperative that Dan be inside Jeff’s mouth immediately. He moans a little and brings a hand down, trying to help Jeff understand that things will work better if the underwear isn’t involved, but Jeff catches his hand and gently but firmly presses it back against the wall.

“Slow down, Dan, it’s my turn now.” Jeff’s rumble is sexy enough to have Dan’s hips jerking even without any contact. “Yeah, okay, but… fuck, man, hurry up, please….”

Jeff just laughs and runs a hand along Dan’s shaft, still through the fabric. “You’ve got to learn that there’s more speeds than a gallop, cowboy. And normally I’d be all for the patented Stevens ‘wear ’em out’ approach, but given the situation… I’m just gonna have to trust in your self-discipline.”

Dan shakes his head. “I don’t have any. And, seriously—don’t talk about your mother any more.”

Jeff’s smile has a dangerous edge. “If you don’t have
self
- discipline, you’ll have to get used to
my
discipline… and that’s another thing that’s better suited to a different environment. So for now, it’s my way or you’re on your own.” His hand has been doing interesting things this whole time, rubbing the underwear fabric up against the skin of Dan’s cock in a very stimulating way, and Dan really doesn’t think he could imitate it very effectively by himself. He leans his head back and pushes his hips forward in wordless surrender, and Dan can feel the curve of Jeff’s smile as he returns his lips to Dan’s cock. Smug bastard.

He can’t deny that it feels good, all the things that Jeff’s doing, but he wants more. He wants to come, damn it. He got hard before Jeff, and now he’s still hard after Jeff’s come… how is that fair? He resolves that next time he’ll make Jeff get him off before he repays the favor and then realizes that Jeff probably
wants
that; if Dan waits for Jeff to start things up, they’ll probably end up with some crazy day-long make-out session, no orgasms in sight. Jesus. Jeff’s a bastard.

Finally, Jeff brings Dan’s underwear down a bit, but even with that, he’s still not really getting to work. He’s looking at Dan’s dick like he’s never seen one before or like it asked him a weighty philosophical question that he needs to think about. He leans in and gives the head a gentle lick, and that’s something, at least, but then his mouth is on Dan’s stomach, for fuck’s sake, mouthing around his goddamn bellybutton like it’s got the answer to whatever question his dick had asked, and Dan’s hands are itching to grab Jeff’s head and redirect him back to the proper area, but he has a pretty good idea that Jeff would consider that a violation of his stupid fucking rules, and Dan is not going to go through all of this and
not
get a chance to feel those smug fucking lips curl around him….

He slams both hands back against the wall. “Jesus Christ, Jeff, you fucking son-of-a-whore, just do it, you bastard, you cockteasing fucker, just do it….”

And Jeff’s lips are pulling away from Dan’s stomach, even, and that’s just not right, and Jeff looks up at him with a warm smile. “You’re drawling, Tex.”

Dan’s brain can’t figure that out. “I’m what?”

“You’re drawling. I’ve never heard your Texas before.” Jeff gives the head of Dan’s cock a congratulatory suck, and Dan’s hips shoot forward into Jeff’s restraining arm.

“Fuck, man, suck my dick and I’ll sing the Yellow Rose of goddamn Texas for you, I swear. Just do it, Jeff, come on.” Jeff does seem to like Dan’s voice, keeping his mouth on his cock now, although he’s still not doing a hell of a lot with it. Dan can’t decide if Jeff gives terrible head or is just a total bastard, but if talking keeps his mouth in roughly the right place, Dan will talk. “Come on, man, it’s gonna feel so good. Suck me down, Jeff, let me see what you’ve got.” Dan just hopes he isn’t already seeing what Jeff’s got. But there’s a little flicker of tongue that sends shivers up his spine, and he gets the idea that Jeff is probably just a total bastard. “That felt good, man, more of that would be excellent. Just in case you were looking for feedback, you know.” Dan really isn’t a talker. He’s okay on giving instructions, but just babbling? Not really his thing. But even a tiny pause in his talking has got Jeff backing off, and the bastard is back to kissing
around
Dan’s dick, which really isn’t the goddamn idea here.

“Holy shit, Jeff, please, I’m begging you, don’t be like that….” Jeff’s laughing, but his mouth goes back to Dan’s cock—slow still, but Dan keeps up the string of almost unintelligible talk, and Jeff keeps working. He licks, he sucks gently, he works his way about halfway down and then off again, but at least this time he stays in the right area, running both lips down the side of Dan’s cock and nuzzling into his balls, then bringing his hand into it, one hand working Dan’s balls and the other slipping around the back, running a finger up the crease of Dan’s ass. Dan doesn’t care, barely notices, because now Jeff’s mouth is wrapped around him tight, and he’s still moving slow but he’s going almost all the way down, going until Dan can feel his dick hit the back of Jeff’s throat, feel Jeff gag a little each time but keep going, and it’s perfect, and Dan can feel his orgasm building, fucking finally, hot and tingling at the base of his spine. Then, inconceivably, Jeff’s mouth comes off and he’s standing up, leaning up against Dan and kissing his mouth.

Dan won’t even kiss back, just says, “You’re not quite done down there, you bastard,” and Jeff smiles at him.

 

“You stopped talking, Tex.”

“I stopped…? You son-of-a-bitch, you want me to talk?” Dan puts his hands on Jeff’s shoulders and pushes him down. “Oh, I’ll talk, you fucking bastard. I’ll tell you what a smug asshole you are, you teasing fuck.” Jeff’s mouth is right there, now, his lips kissing the tip of Dan’s cock, but that’s not enough, and Jeff looks up at him.

“No, we already did that. Now I want you to say nice things.” The words should sound stupid, like a little kid, but somehow Jeff’s voice is enough to make them sexy.

“Nice things? What the fuck, Jeff, what do you want to hear?” Even Dan can hear the desperation in his voice.

 

Jeff kisses Dan’s cock again, and smiles. “You can think of something.”

“Something
nice
?” Dan’s at a goddamn loss. One of his hands wanders almost instinctively to his cock; it would be much better to come in Jeff’s mouth, but….

Jeff pushes his hand away. “Tell me something that you like about me.”

“Something I like about you.” Dan rests his head against the wall. He’s being cockteased by a sixteen-year-old girl. But he really, really wants to come, so… here goes. “I like your voice. I like the way you look at me sometimes, like there’s a secret or something, like only you and me understand what’s really going on.” This seems to be the right idea, because Jeff is sucking him down again, taking him deep, and it’s still slow, but it’s hot and good, and Dan isn’t going to last long, but that’s good, because then he can stop fucking talking. He’s gasping for breath as he tries to keep going. “I like… oh, fuck, man, I like it when you do that. Yeah, shit, just like that. I like that. I fucking
love
that. And I like… I like how, even when you laugh at me, you don’t make me feel stupid. And when I get all wrapped up in shit, you’re there to… oh, fuck, Jeff, yeah, just like that… oh yeah….” And finally, finally, Dan’s coming, and it feels like he’s been storing up the intensity. It almost hurts he comes so hard, and Jeff’s right there for it, sucking him hard and fast now, working out every last drop of pleasure, and then gently releasing Dan’s cock and rising to his feet to kiss him.

Dan’s still out of it; doesn’t even realize he’s being kissed for several seconds, and once he does realize, he has some trouble remembering how to move his lips in order to kiss back. Once Dan’s eyes are back on line, he sees that Jeff is looking at him fondly but also a bit smugly. Jeff runs a hand gently along the side of Dan’s face. “Wasn’t that a nice change?” he asks.

“Pretty damned inefficient, if you ask me.” Dan is still fighting for a bit of dignity. “And you—you talked about your mother while you were blowing me. That’s… that’s so uncool.”

Jeff just laughs and kisses Dan silent. Monty peers into the stall, and Dan and Jeff both get a bit self-conscious, tucking themselves back in and doing up their pants. Monty doesn’t look too concerned one way or another.

“We should get the horses turned out. And aren’t you supposed to be going in to the gallery?” Dan’s brain is working again. He’s not sure if he should be happy or sad about that.

Jeff frowns a little. “Yeah, I guess so. And then Chris will be here—where’s he staying?”

 

“I don’t know—wherever we pass out, probably.”

“Yeah, okay. So… you’ll drop my mother off at my place?” They’ve got the horses on lead ropes now and are headed out to the paddocks.

“Wait a second, man; what did you tell her? About me, or us, or whatever?”

 

“Nothing, really… but she’s practically psychic.” Jeff grins. “Have a fun drive into town.”

 

“Dude, I’m just gonna be working her, trying to get secrets about you.”

“Yeah, and she’ll be working you right back… and I’m sorry to say it, man, but you are out-fucking-classed on this one. She’s gonna eat you alive. I only wish I could be there to see it.”

Dan can’t deny that Jeff’s probably right. They turn their charges out into their paddock and wait to see Smokey trot over to each horse in happy greeting while Monty regally surveys them all, and then they both start grazing. Dan and Jeff stand there and watch them for a minute, then turn and head back to the barn together.

Dan wants to get another horse ready so he can make a quick escape if The Annoyers come back from lunch, but he’s strangely reluctant to leave Jeff. And Jeff has somewhere to be, should be impatient to be getting to his show, to talk to people about his art, but he’s hanging around too, looking at Dan almost shyly.