Page 44 of Flowers To Give

Barry bares his teeth and pushes on Jeremy’s hips, turning him around and tugging down the back of his pants under the chaps. Obviously not prepping for this and not having lube isn’t ideal, but that’s how Jeremy and Barry have always operated.Impulsive, raw, vulnerable. That’s one of the reasons Jeremy doesn’t want to lose Barry, because he’s one of the few people he feels like he can trust fully.

Spitting in his hand and rubbing it on his dick, Barry pulls back Jeremy’s ass cheek and spits once more. The slobber runs down his crack and gets worked into his rim by the fat cock head. Barry’s good at the build up, his rhythm unparalleled. He rubs small circles into the sensitive hole, going a little harder each time so that he slowly breaches the rim. Then, Barry inhales deeply and holds the breath as he presses his hips forward and pushes into Jeremy.

“Ah,” Jeremy exhales audibly, reaching forward and putting his hands on the wall behind a pair of stirrups. Barry doesn’t let up, the reaming spreading Jeremy apart. He’s bigger than Jeremy recalls, his rim burns slightly from the large stretching and lack of lubricant. Barry’s chest presses against Jeremy’s back and soon his hips are flush against his bare ass exposed through his chaps, dick bottoming out.

“Mmph,” Jeremy moans with his lips muddled together, Barry sitting fat inside him.

“Shh,” Barry shushes him in his ear, sending a sweet shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

Barry keeps Jeremy close to him as he pulls his hip back and his dick follows, skating over Jeremy’s prostate and making his cock lurch in want. Jeremy hikes his ass backward, following the cock and tempting it to push back into him. Barry’s undulating hips don’t mind Jeremy’s neediness though, working at their own pace and slowly thrusting himself in and out of the tight hole.

The deliberate pace is torturing Jeremy’s insides, wanting to go faster now and feel that pummeling on his prostate. Reaching one hand behind him, he grabs onto the back of Barry’s headand brings him closer. He turns his head slightly as Barry pushes back in, murmuring against the man’s skin, “More.”

A rumbling growl rips through Barry’s throat, hands coming up to box Jeremy in and push against the wall beside his own. Barry gives him what he wants, short thrusts skating right over Jeremy’s prostate and making his molars swim in drool. He pushes gently at first and then gradually harder. Barry nibbles at Jeremy’s earlobe and asks, “You want more?”

Jeremy closes his eyes and pushes into the contact, nodding his head in encouragement. Barry’s hands fist on the wall as his muscles clench against Jeremy’s skin and he shoves his lower half into Jeremy. Barry splays his hand out once more and knocks a pair of reins off the wall as he grabs for Jeremy’s hand, the metal bit clattering against other equipment as it haphazardly lands on the floor.

The loud noise doesn’t concern Jeremy nor Barry, their own breaths heavy and lost as they rut together in needy want for mutual climax. One of Barry’s hands on the wall comes down and reaches around to Jeremy’s cock, fisting it and shortly stroking the upper half. Jeremy’s brow pinches, pleasure pooling in his gut and making him edge an orgasm.

“God, Jeremy, I missed you so much,” Barry says too loudly, almost a cry.

“Ah, Barry,” Jeremy moans as a response, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” he admits, pushing his forehead against the back of Jeremy’s head and picking up the rhythm a fraction faster. The sensation is familiar, Barry being a pillar of stability despite their trepidatious circumstances. After all those confusing feelings over Clark that had been weighing on his mind, this is a nice reprieve. The easy intimacy makes his heart swell along with his cock.

Barry’s grip tightens around Jeremy’s girth just as his hips begin to stutter, sinking the length of his dick deeply intoJeremy. His jaw hangs open as the wave of lust washes over him, soaking his dry psyche with a nice orgasm. He cums over Barry’s hand and some spurts out on the wall in front of them, hole twitching as his balls pulse. Barry’s thrusts are much more slick now, working in his own semen into Jeremy’s hole.

They huff together for a minute before Barry slowly pulls out and lets go of Jeremy’s hand on the wall. Backside suddenly cold, Jeremy quickly pulls up his jeans under the chaps and cinches his belt. His cock is still half hard, readjusting himself in his pants as he looks over the wall. There’s some white globs there, Jeremy sighing as he takes off his wild rag and wipes it off the wall.

Putting the fallen reins back up on their hook as he stands, Jeremy turns to Barry and catches him wiping his dick with his own wild rag. Jeremy steps closer and asks at a normal volume, “Everything okay?”

Barry looks up, eyes sparkly and wide, and grins, “More than okay.”

Jeremy allows his own smirk to grow on his face, sauntering into Barry’s space and helping him put his cock away, “Yeah?”

Grin growing into a toothy smile, Barry leans down and kisses Jeremy’s cheek. The action somehow feels more intimate than anything they’d just done. Jeremy can’t help but blush, eyelashes fluttering as he clears his throat and tugs his hat down, saying, “You’re my hand for working the cattle today, right? We should get going.”

“Yes sir,” Barry keeps his gaze soft and Jeremy starts to lead them out of the tack room.

Opening the door, Laurelai is standing in the entryway.

“Holy!” Jeremy shouts, jumping back out of shock.

“Hello, boys,” Laurelai greets with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Jeremy coughs to save face, taking off his hat and pretending his face isn’t red as a beet, “Mrs. Radison. How are you, ma’am?”

“Not as good as you two, I figure,” she remarks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Mouth too dry to speak, Barry steps forward and asks, “Ma’am?”

“Oh, I just heard all of that,” she says, pointing behind them to the tack room, “You’re little heartfelt apology, you cheating on him with the surfer, and of course that juicy tidbit where you said my husband kissed you. Every last word. And of course, your sexcapade too. The tack room? Really?”

Jeremy and Barry share a glance of pure horror.

Laurelai continues as if they’d responded, “Did you seriously not learn your lesson the first time I caught you? See, I put you two together on the schedule just to come and see if you’d actually be stupid enough to do anything on the job again. And you did! Insane, really.”

Swallowing thickly, Jeremy asks, “And Marie, is she-”