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Saddle Up 'N Ride!
A novella of homoerotic romance by
REMMY DUCHENE
Saddle Up 'N Ride! copyright 2009 by Remmy Duchene
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Thunder scraped across the sky and lightning lit up the bedroom as rancher Rusty Hunter held his lover down against the bed. Sitting astride Jack's body, Rusty's tongue left a wet trail down Jack's neck. Slowly, torturously, he teased Jack's pulse with his tongue. He drew circles around Jack's Adam's apple, nipping the flesh there. He released Jack's hand just so he could brace against Jack. Jack's heartbeat slammed against Rusty's palm. Rusty took utter pleasure in teasing Jack, in making Jack's body shiver.
A soft sound left Rusty's body and he continued down Jack's body until finally the other man was at Jack's nipples. Jack tried to wiggle away so Rusty gripped his wrists again. With both his hands holding Jack's hands above his head, Rusty feasted on the tiny nubs. He licked at them, pulled at them, trapping them between his teeth. When Jack growled and squirmed, Rusty simply picked up the suction on one nipple until Jack cried out. Then, and only then, Rusty proceeded to the next nipple and torture it as he had done the other. Jack kept right on fighting against Rusty, who only smiled and reached for his belt. He then used it to restrain Jack's hands against the headboard, and sat up to smile at his lover.
"Do ya wanna get away, Jack?" Rusty drawled huskily. He looked down into Jack Malone's eyes and saw a spark there, but didn't want to assume anything. If Jack wanted out, he would let Jack go.
"No," Jack moaned and gyrated his hard cock up against Rusty's jeans-clad ass.
Taking that as his answer, Rusty lifted his body from Jack's naked form and smiled. Rusty stuck one finger in his mouth and sucked against it while locking eyes with Jack. Rusty added a second finger and swirled his tongue over them. Jack's body bucked upward, almost throwing Rusty, but Rusty was a rider. Rusty locked his knees against Jack's side and added a third finger. Removing the fingers from his mouth, he trailed one finger over Jack's lips before bending forward. He stuck his long tongue out and licked from Jack's pulse upward, over his chin, then plunged his tongue into Jack's mouth.
The kiss ripped a strangled cry from Jack's body and Rusty's breath left him in pants. He ravished Jack's mouth roughly. When he pulled back, he looked down into Jack's eyes. Jack's body writhed beneath his as his pink tongue flowed over his lips. Rusty watched the tongue and moaned.
Jack was hard and standing at full attention. His large cock shook beneath Rusty's gaze. With his mouth watering, Rusty leaned forward and licked at the top of Jack's cock. The heated pre-cum tasted delicious as it puddle against Rusty's tongue. Slowly, Rusty sucked against the head---just the head. Jack's hips shot upward hard. A profanity escaped Jack's lips and Rusty released the cock. When he looked down, the hard pole jerked. The veins throbbed and for some reason, Rusty took great pleasure in that. Perhaps it was the thought that he had made Jack that horny, that hard.
Leaning in, Rusty bathed Jack's penis with saliva before pulling it into his mouth again. He heard a hiss and looked up to see that Jack's eyes had rolled back into his head. Smiling, Rusty figured he might as well do something to make Jack crazy. Then he sucked Jack's hard, tender cock, down his throat.
"Rusty!" Jack cried out slamming his hips forward, further down Rusty's throat. Rusty was accustomed to his lover's size and continued sucking against Jack while using his tongue to bathe the shaft. Pulling back, Rusty licked the tender head and sucked against it, then grazed it gently with his teeth. There was a loud banging sound and Rusty looked up to see Jack trying to get free by tugging at his restraints. Rusty didn't release him. Instead, Rusty reached up with both hands to pinch Jack's nipples while sucking his cock once again.
"You're more tender than I remembered," Rusty managed around the pole in his mouth. He pinched harder.
"Rusty! Oh please!" Jack begged, but still Rusty paid him no attention. Rusty was busy tasting Jack's deliciously hot pre-cum against his tongue. A growl left his throat and Rusty felt as though his cock would bust out the front of his pants. He stood back and stripped fully. His cock thanked him by dripping a large drop of pre-cum against the ground. Wiping a finger over the head of his cock, Rusty brought it up to Jack's mouth.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
"Like hell," Jack countered cheekily.
"Open your mouth, please," Rusty had danger dancing within his eyes. It was the kind of danger that would turn a lover on and make him beg.
"Be a good boy, Jack."
Still Jack resisted.
With a smirk, Rusty reached a hand down and pinched one of Jack's nipples. When the man opened his mouth to scream his pleasure, Rusty stuck his come covered finger into his lover's mouth. Jack's tongue danced over the digit.
"Ya like that Jack?"
Jack didn't answer; not in words anyway. Jack growled and grunted his reply. His chest was heaving, his cock leaking and his mouth was sucking on Rusty's finger like it was a lollipop made out of the fountain of youth. Rusty smiled and moved down Jack's body again. Once more, he gobbled up Jack's dick, causing a whimper to leave Jack's lips.
When Jack screamed that he was about to come and that he shouldn't stop, Rusty stopped and climbed up Jack's body.
Sitting astride Jack's chest, Rusty pressed his large, cock into his lover's mouth. His back arched and his long black hair fell down his back over the large eagle tattoo that was there. A low growl escaped from Rusty's throat as Jack licked the head of his cock before he began feeding from it.
"You are so good at that," Rusty licked his lips and lowered a large hand behind him to stroke Jack's cock.
Rusty was in so much pleasure that he couldn't yell. All he could do was lift his left index finger between his teeth and bite down. When pain seared him, he sucked the pain away then twirled the wet finger around one of his own nipples.
"Lick the head. Yes...slow, that's right."
When Jack did as he ordered, "Jack!" he shivered and pressed his cock forward to the back of Jack's throat. But Rusty couldn't wait to be inside of Jack. He allowed Jack to suck him until he felt as though he would turn inside out, before he pulled his pulsating meat from Jack's mouth. Weakly, he turned his body back down between Jack's legs. Bowing, Rusty lifted Jack's legs and spread them.
"Rusty...blow on it before you lick it," Jack pleaded.
His body was shaking when Rusty blew against the puckered hole before him. Then he let his wet tongue flick against the hole, over and over, before diving inside. Jack began tugging again---harder than before. Rusty pressed his legs apart, wider. Rusty ate faster, sticking his tongue deeper. Jack yanked at his restraints. His body squirmed and arched. He cried out repeatedly but Rusty wasn't finished with him yet.
Sliding his wet tongue over one finger, Rusty braced against his knee, pressed one hand against Jack's abdomen and inserted the finger into Jack's puckered hole. Jack grunted. "Rusty, gimme two," he pleaded.
Pulling the finger back, Rusty licked a second digit and entered Jack's body again. Rusty glanced up at Jack's face to see his mouth hanging open as his hips began slamming down against the two fingers. Working the fingers within his lover, Rusty licked his lips before adding his tongue to the mix.
Pushing up, Rusty licked his palm to jack his cock a couple of times, before burying himself deep within Jack.
A gasp left Rusty Hunter's throat and he reared upright in bed. He breathed hard, looking around furiously. "No!" he called as he looked around. When no one was there with him, he began calming down.
"Oh, God!" he cried and buried his face into his hands. He knew the dreams had to stop. They were getting rougher, sexier, hotter. There was only one way he knew of to stop them. He climbed out of bed, walked to his desk and hunched over it. He picked up the letter that he had been writing.
Dear Jack,
Sorry I took so long to reply to your last letter. For some reason, things went crazy around here because we lost Clarion. Remember the black Stallion you rode the last time you were here...
Rusty stopped reading. The thought of Jack riding anyone or anything but him caused Rusty to feel jealous. Angrily, he bunched the letter up in a large fist and hurled it for a three point shot to the trash can. He then walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower.
But surprise, surprise! The shower didn't work.
"Hey, Malone," a worried voice called. "You do know your cup's full, right?"
"What?" Jack asked, and when the other Texas Ranger pointed, Jack looked down. His cup was full and was now running over. Swearing, he put the box of milk down, dropped his coffee mug into the sink and stared down at the white mess before him. He always poured his milk into his cup first and somehow had managed to fill his cup.
"Where the hell were you just now?" his partner questioned while reaching for a long piece of paper towel. Jack took it and shook his head.
"Alberta," Jack replied truthfully. Going down on his haunches, he proceeded to help his partner clean up the spilled milk.
"Rusty still hasn't written?" Michael questioned.
"No." Jack stood up and dumped a soaked piece of paper towel into the garbage before reeling off another piece. He wiped down the chair that the milk had splashed against before dumping that piece of paper. He then grabbed another large piece, dampened it with clean water, and wiped the floor just so it wouldn't be sticky later.
"Maybe you should just count your losses," Michael suggested. "Maybe seventeen years is enough for him. People grow apart all the time. Hence the reason why I have three ex-wives."
"I thought you had three ex-wives because you were gay?" Jack arched a brow and Michael laughed while washing his hands.
"Yah, that, too."
Shaking his head, Jack rinsed his cup and poured out some coffee. This time he made sure he paid attention until the cup was filled before he spoke again. "The least he could have done," Jack continued and sat down at the break table, "is write me and tell me he's finished. Tell me to my face, then disappear. Not disappear completely without so much as a word. God! I thought I knew him more than anyone else."
"I think you're letting your cop instinct get in the way here," Michael pointed out before taking the chair across from Jack. "Why don't you call him?"
"Tried that. All I keep getting is his voicemail. I'm so sick and tired of it---at first the phone would ring and ring then go to voicemail. Now it just goes straight to it. I left a couple of messages but it feels strange when he's not returning my calls, you know."
"Yah. You got some time, why don't you take LOA and go up there? I mean, that way you can face him, get it over with, then come back fresh and ready to go."
Jack thought about that suggestion and had to admit he liked it. If he went to Calgary and faced Rusty, he could then return to his job with some semblance of closure. That way his mind wouldn't be on Rusty during a bust and he could avoid getting shot. That thought made him growl in his throat and Michael laughed.
"Not funny," Jack frowned, but he wasn't cross with Michael. Jack was angrier at himself than anything else. He was pissed at himself because he had allowed himself to fall for a friend. That was one of the cardinal rules for gay men---along with never fall for a straight man. Jack, a man who had always played by the rules and became a cop to make sure everyone else played by them, was breaking the most important ones. Sipping from his coffee, he made a face and rushed for the sink. He spat the liquid out and dumped the cup into the garbage. "Ugh! That tastes like motor oil!"
Michael only laughed harder and exited the room.
Catching water in his mouth, Jack spat it back into the sink then rummaged through his pocket for gum. After the bad taste of the coffee was gone, replaced by a minty peach flavor, he walked straight from the break-room into his chief's office and closed the door.
"Chief, I got a problem," he spoke as he sat down.
Chief Clark Duncan looked up from the file he was going through and arched a brow. Clark was an older man, full gray hair, muscular build, with the most beautiful green eyes that Jack had ever seen. There were a few times that Jack had thought that if the chief was a little younger and into men, Jack would have totally gone after him. Shaking that thought off, he inhaled.
"What's wrong? Does this have anything to do with why your head's been in the clouds lately?" Clark wanted to know and Jack nodded.
"I need some time, Chief."
"Take it. You're no use to us if you can't concentrate. Deal with your crap then come back."
Jack couldn't speak. He nodded his thanks and walked from the office, closing the door behind him. Even as he drove home, he couldn't think straight. What was he going to do when Rusty told him to take a hike? What was Jack going to do when he finally heard the words, "I don't want to speak to you again" coming from Rusty's lips? Rusty's lips---those full, slightly sun singed lips that curled up sideways into a smile that could turn any straight man gay and break his heart. Rusty's dark brown eyes that spoke volumes swam into Jack's mind and he almost ran his car into a ditch. Pulling over to the side, Jack leaned forward and pressed his forehead against his steering wheel, trying to rein in the sudden swarm of arousal that was pulsating through him. Breathing through his mouth, he stayed in that position until his arousal subsided, then he sped the rest of the way home to make up for lost time.
He spent the next couple of hours trying to get a last minute flight to Calgary, Canada. He was placed on hold, transferred about six different times, hung up on and that really irritated Jack. At one point he had to restrain himself from banging the floor against the side table. He was finally stuck with a center seat on a red-eye into Toronto, spend the day before catching his connection to Calgary the next morning. He didn't ask why he had to spend the day and night in Toronto, he simply accepted it as a part of his torture. With his luck, he'd probably be stuck between two rather large fellows with BO. Frowning, he shook that off as he wondered what he would do for a night in Toronto but figured he could find something or other. Accepting the charges on his credit card, he placed his gun into his safe, stripped down to his boxers and grabbed a beer. He still had a few hours before his plane left and he hated flying -- he might as well get real loaded before leaving.
There were times when Rusty's letters had saved his life. When he was nineteen, Jack realised he was gay. He couldn't tell his parents, for they were strict and religious. Having a gay son was the worst thing in his house. Jack had seriously thought of killing himself. The day he was prepared to carry it through, Rusty's letter arrived. That night, Jack sat on the tree limb with the rope in one hand, Rusty's letter in the other. By the time he finished reading the letter, Jack couldn't go through with it. His spirits had been lifted so high that he spent the night staring up at the moon, and he headed home early in the morning and collapsed in bed. His parents hadn't asked where he had been and he didn't tell them.
Lifting the bottle, Jack chugged half the contents before putting it down on the table. He stared at the bottle with contempt. Jack shouldn't be drinking. It was in his genetics to be an alcoholic---his father was one, his grandfather was one and from what he knew his great-grandfather was also. Feeling a sudden sick sensation in the pit of his stomach, he left the half bottle of beer where it sat on the table and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. There he packed a few things in a gym bag, grabbed his travel documents, and placed them neatly on his bed. He then took a shower and called a cab. Maybe if he was lucky, someone had cancelled and he could get on an earlier flight.
But, as usual, Jack was not that lucky.
Normally when visiting Rusty, Jack would plan his trip far in advance and never had to stop in Toronto for a transfer to another plane. Toronto wasn't at all what he expected. When the plane landed at Pearson International Airport, they told him he should be back in the airport by first thing in the morning because his flight to Calgary left at nine. They were letting him go because of his badge. He didn't think it would be any good there but apparently it was. In the hotel, he stared out the window at the highway longingly. He would have rather the plane had gone straight through to his final destination, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He was desperate to get to Calgary and now that he was so close he felt cheated. He was close enough to taste it yet couldn't. Folding an arm over his naked chest, he walked back to his bed and grabbed his shirt. Shoving his arms into the shirt, he wished he smoked. He needed something to calm his nerves.
Back home, he would have just gone to the gym and beat a bag into submission. He couldn't do that because he didn't know where anything was in Toronto. There was always a second option, sleep. He looked at his bed and that turned his stomach. Grabbing his wallet and his keys, Jack left his room. In the lobby he got a cab to carry him to downtown Toronto. The air was becoming a little nippy which told him that winter was just around the corner. He had loved visiting Rusty when he was younger during the winter. Everything was covered in white snow and though it was cold, he didn't mind. From time to time lately, he could see himself on all fours before the giant fireplace in the ranch's living room with Rusty taking him from behind. That thought caused him to stumble and he crashed into a lady. She smacked him with her purse and he apologised. He ducked into a movie theatre to see if he could catch something but nothing caught his attention. Eventually, he returned to his hotel and climbed into bed.
Closing his eyes, he stroked his chest. Then he pinched his nipples and growled. One hand remained to torment the tight buds while the other moved down between his legs. His cock was already hard, with the tip brushing against the sheets. Tossing the sheets from the bed, he pushed up to watch his cock dance slowly before falling stiffly against his flat stomach. Licking one palm, he grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking it.
He panted, groaned, tightened his fist and moved it in long, slow strokes. Visions of Rusty pushing out of the river after a long swim flashed though his head and Jack's back arched from the bed. The fingers pinching his nipples tightened and he whispered Rusty's name.
Rusty was bent over, ass in the air.
Jack's eyes widened as he saw the image. His hips pumped upward into his tight fist. The head of his cock throbbed, for it was tender. Each time it brushed his hand his body jerked.
"Oh, damn," Jack managed. His hand was moving faster and faster now. Different images of Rusty, in extremely sexual poses, flashed through Jack's mind. His chest heaved and his breathing quickened even more. He licked his lips and pinched down on his nipples hard. This time it was too much for Jack to bear.
"Oh, yes!" He arched his back, slammed his hips upward just as his cock exploded. His body trembled uncontrollably as his fist continued working over his dick. Hot white liquid spewed upward against his chest and stomach but all he could do was yell his release at the top of his lungs and ride his orgasm out. When his body relaxed against the bed, his hand fell away from his cock, and he drifted off to an unconscious sleep.
Rusty looked up at the sky and wiped the back of a hand across his forehead. It was getting cold but even with that, because he had been working for so long, his body had heated up. Dropping the pitchfork he was wielding, he peeled the wet shirt from his body and hung it over a nail in the stable. He had to finish piling all the hay that day because they had called for rain. Normally he would have people helping him but it seemed they all wanted to head back to their places. He let them; they had worked hard for him all summer long. It was time for them to prepare for the winter. Walking over to the last roll of hay, he hoisted it up and looked at the large stack. That should be enough for the winter, but he was going to head into town a little later and get some extra feed from the store. It never hurt to have some back-up.
With that done, he stopped by one of the stalls to check on his horse. The black stallion was busy eating. Satisfied, he exited the barn and stopped in his tracks as the SUV pulled up into his front yard. He couldn't remember if he was expecting anyone. Shirtless, he stood there with his Stetson in one hand to wait until the driver exited the car. The last person he expected to see was Jack Malone. But it didn't matter; Jack Malone stepped from the luxury SUV and walked towards him.
It was as if Jack was moving in slow motion. Rusty stood there as though a cat had his tongue and watched the man, who had visited him in so many dreams, move towards him. Rusty licked his suddenly dried lips and tried to think. His brain had jumped ship and all he could do was stand there and wait. His cock was at attention, straining against the front of his jeans.
Don't look down! Please don't look down!
"Hello, Rusty," Jack spoke. His voice was smooth as silk but Rusty could hear hurt in it.
"What are you doing here, Jack?"
"Closing things up," Jack replied simply with a shrug.
"Close what up?"
"Us."
That took Rusty off guard. He didn't know what Jack meant, but the thoughts flowing through Rusty's head made him feel extremely guilty. "Ah, come in."
Leading his unexpected guest into the main room, Rusty grabbed a shirt from the back of a chair and shrugged into it. He moved to the fridge. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you. I'm not staying."
"What do you mean you're not staying?" Rusty was even more confused than before. "You're in Calgary. You live in Texas."
"I know where I am and where I'm from. Look, we I can't keep dodging this. Your letters stopped. I got worried. Now that I see that you're still alive, I just want to find out why. Was there something I said, didn't say, did, didn't do?"
Rusty braced his hand on the counter and he couldn't face Jack. His heart was hammering in his chest. How did he answer that without completely screwing up his friendship? How did he tell Jack that he didn't want to see him again because of some rather explicit dreams and thoughts?
"I can't do this," Rusty tried walking by Jack. The Texas Ranger grabbed Rusty's arm. Violently, Rusty yanked his arm back and walked out the door.
"Damn it, Rusty!" Jack called. "I just want to know why!"
Rusty stopped then but didn't turn around. "Because it's all going out of control."
He said nothing else, but exited.
Jack watched his back exit the room and he wanted to yell. What in the hell did Rusty mean about everything being out of control? Sitting there on the kitchen stool, Jack didn't know what else to do. He had traveled so far to see this man, and Rusty had all but turned him back out the door. His visit had meant nothing to the rancher. As he sat there, he tried to tell himself that it didn't matter. He tried to talk himself into leaving, ending a seventeen year friendship just like that; but no amount of trying allowed him to walk away. Getting up, he exited the ranch house and walked around until he found Rusty leaning heavily against the corral fence.
He walked over and leant his back against the fence. "You know," he began, and he saw Rusty's body tense. "I'm a cop. I should be able to read people. But you, Rusty, you're a special breed. You never let anyone in, or even close. I sit in my office and I think about everything that I've ever told you in letters. When I came to visit, all of it was me telling you. All of it was me opening up to you. The only thing you did was confess to me that you were gay."
Jack stopped and stayed where he was for a bit before he spoke again, "I guess seventeen years of friendship means nothing to you and for all this time I have been wrong about you." Reaching behind his neck, he unclasped the necklace he always wore there and removed the pendant. Pushing away from the corral, he placed the cross pendant on the head of one of the poles and walked away.
It killed him to do that, but between his job and his pathetic love life, he did not have the strength to fight for a friendship in which he was the only person fighting. If there was one thing he learned from life, it was that you can't force someone to do something if they don't want to do it. It didn't make sense because once they did the deed, they'd be miserable and so would you. Jack was fiercely loyal but he only gave his loyalty to people who deserved it; people who proved to him that they were worth it and could return the same feelings.
Climbing back into the SUV, he drove back through the streets into downtown Calgary. He pulled into the parking lot of one of the hotels he had passed earlier. First thing the next day, he'd try to get a flight back to Texas and head back to work. It didn't make sense catching another red-eye back to Texas.
What a waste of the past few years.
"Can I help you, sir?" the smiling woman at the front desk wanted to know. He nodded his head but realised that he needed words.
"Yes, I'd like a room please," Jack told her while reaching for his wallet and his credit card.
"How long will you be staying?"
"I'm not sure. Depends on when I can get a flight out of this place."
She nodded and typed away at her computer. Jack took the time to look around him. The hotel was beautifully decorated. The chairs were brown leather in sets of two with a potted plant between each set. The carpet was a dark red colour with Arabic designs. The door handles were gold and shiny clean. Visitors went to and fro through the lobby. Some looked as though they were on vacation and others were dressed as though they had business to tend to. Jack wondered how many of them just lost a friend.
"Sir, could you sign here please?"
Jack turned and read the paper before putting his signature on it. She handed him his key and credit card. "Tenth floor, left out the elevator, room ten twenty-two."
"Thanks," he nodded to her before catching the nearest set of elevators. When he finally got his bag into his room, he chucked it on his bed and sat down beside it.
"What a waste."
Leaning forward, he buried his face in his hands.
Long after Jack left, Rusty stood in the same position he had been in. He stood there for so long that his leg that rested against the corral fence began cramping. He knew that Jack had left something on the pole but he hadn't had the courage to look at it. Looking would be an end, and Rusty's heart didn't want an ending. His mind and head were doing battle and the side-effect was a wall around his heart. It was a shield that he didn't want anymore, but had no idea how to get rid of it.
When Rusty finally turned his head to the pole, tears flowed down his face. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried but the pendant was a gift to Jack ten years ago. It was Jack's birthday and Rusty wanted to give his friend something that would last forever. He had bought two cross pendants, one for himself and one for Jack. That birthday, Rusty got on a plane for the first time in his life and flew to Texas. He wrapped his fingers around the pendant and just held it. What had he done? How could he just let Jack walk away?
"I need a drink," he muttered while shoving his hair from his face. Hurrying into the ranch house, he dumped some whiskey into a glass and drained it. He repeated the action and when his throat burned with the drink, he placed the pendant on the table and sat staring at it. He didn't know what he was going to do. A regular adult would simply tell Jack what happened, explained it all. But Rusty didn't want to seem weak. He didn't want to fall prey to the saying that "two gay men can never be just friends." He was tired of hearing it and he hated falling victim to it even more.
He couldn't just sit there; he had to do something. He had to find Jack.
Reaching for the telephone, he dialled the number quickly and paced the kitchen while it rang. He tried Jack's cell phone first before he panicked. Calgary was a large place with many hotels. Jack could be in any of them and if it meant searching them all, that was what he was willing to do.
"Malone," the voice was husky.
"Jack..."
There was silence now. It was a silence that scared the hell out of Rusty. He froze in his kitchen, praying to hear something from the other side of the phone. Anything at all, he would take to prove that Jack hadn't hung up.
"What do you want, Rusty?"
"You..."
"What?"
"I need to talk to you. Can I come see you?"
"I came to talk to you earlier, remember? You didn't want to hear it. Let me go, Rusty. Tell me what I did wrong so I can move on."
Rusty felt like a tool.
"You didn't do anything wrong...can we talk in person about this? This feels really strange---I can't do this over the phone. Please..."
After Jack told Rusty where to find him, Rusty hung up the phone, buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his helmet. Rushing out the door, he stopped to pick up his motorcycle keys. Pushing his hair back, he entered his garage and slipped his helmet on. Soon, he was speeding through the late evening air towards the center of town. He was running through his head exactly what he was going to say to Jack. Would he tell Jack the truth? What happened then? This was one of those no win situations. If he told Jack the truth, Jack was gone. If Rusty lied, Jack was gone. Either way, he was fucked.
Frustrated, he flipped a left turn and pulled in the parking lot. Rusty didn't even stop at the lobby but simply entered the elevator. As it moved upwards slowly, Rusty was panicking. He was tough when it came to other things---fights, bets, anything but this. He paced the elevator like a caged cat and when the door opened he slowly exited; not because he didn't want to, but because his brain wasn't communicating well with his feet. Sluggishly, he walked to Jack's door with his helmet beneath his arm and inhaled deeply before knocking. The last time he felt this nervous was the night he had decided at the age of twenty to lose his virginity to a man. He had had sex with women before that, but it wasn't the same. That night as he stood there, waiting for his lover at the time to come into his bedroom, Rusty had tried so many times to back out.
Rusty took a step backwards when the door swung open and Jack stood there with his shirt hanging open. Swallowing nervously, Rusty nodded, "Hi."
"Come in." Jack stepped aside. Hanging his head like a scolded child, Rusty did as he was told.
Jack closed the door and as he walked back to where Rusty now stood in the sitting area of the room, he buttoned up his shirt. Whenever he saw Rusty, his whole body went into overdrive. There was a solid sexiness about Rusty that made Jack's cock swell with excitement and his heart hammer. Whenever Jack thought of Rusty getting hurt, Jack's anger soared and his heart broke. It had been happening for years but now he had to get over that. He had to find a way to release his sexual frustrations and Rusty Hunter was not that way.
Leaning against the fridge, he looked over the small wall to where Rusty was now sitting. "You got me, so talk," Jack managed in a strong voice. He was actually proud of how the voice came out. The sound didn't shake or waver. It held the lie that he was in total control of things.
"I know, I haven't been the best person to be around lately," Rusty began. "I mean I should have written you back but something happened and I couldn't get myself to write to you. I just couldn't---not in good conscience."
"What in the hell could have happened that was so horrible? I thought we had each other's backs."
Jack's fierce green eyes locked onto Rusty like laser beams. He suddenly felt like slime for being so angry at Rusty but the truth was, he needed answers so he could make a decision about what he was to do.
"I---I..."
"Come on, Rusty," Jack pushed. "You've never been the one to be speechless. Remember? Spit it out."
Still, Rusty stuttered and Jack was beginning to get seriously irritated with each false start to Rusty's demands. Sometimes Jack wondered how he had stayed a cop for so long because of his quick rising temper.
But Rusty didn't speak. Instead, Jack watched Rusty get up from where he was sitting and moved around the wall like a hunter looking for his prey. Rusty grabbed Jack by the front of the throat---not tight enough to hurt---and slammed him into the fridge. To Jack's utter astonishment, Rusty fused his lips over his and plunged his tongue into Jack's mouth. Jack's shock didn't last very long. It disappeared when a searing heat surged through his body and he wrapped his arms around Rusty. But Rusty wasn't having that. The man simply tangled his fingers with Jack's and slammed Jack's hand backwards and restrained Jack against the fridge.
Growls filled the air as Jack pushed his body forward, spun around and pressed Rusty against the fridge now. Their kiss deepened, tongues danced around each other and electricity sparked through the air around them. Jack felt Rusty's cock throbbing through their jeans and he moaned, aching to reach down and massage it. That thought caught him off guard and Rusty took advantage. The two struggled with each other across the room, through the side door and through the sitting area. But Rusty got the upper hand and bent Jack backwards over the table.
Their lips were still fused together. Their fingers untangled and Rusty began fighting with Jack's clothes.
"Do you see now why I stayed away?" Rusty growled, ripping Jack's shirt open and bowed his head. Rusty licked at Jack's nipples, then moved his mouth to Jack's chin. He sucked on Jack's chin only to have Jack's fingers tangle in his hair and snap his head back. Rusty made a sound in his throat that was borderline primal, but hissed when Jack's hot, wet tongue licked at his neck. To Jack, Rusty tasted like sweet, hot fire. He welcomed the delicious musk of Rusty's body.
The hard contours of Rusty's body melded perfectly against Jack's. The tender thought that Rusty was made for him flooded Jack's mind and he felt his eyes sting with tears.
Jack was in heaven. It was as though Rusty had gone into Jack's fantasies and knew exactly what to do, when to do it and how. Releasing Rusty's hair, Jack tried to roll them over but managed to push them to the floor. He took the brunt of the fall and moaned. Rusty made it all better when he licked at Jack's nipples. Rusty held Jack down against the floor and ate at every part of Jack's body that could be reached. Rusty undid Jack's belt buckle with practised ease. Jack arched upward in anticipation of what was coming. He pushed up to his elbows and watched as Rusty stuck a hand into his boxers. Jack's pole throbbed into view but only for a second until Rusty swallowed it.
"Rusty." Jack's body shivered and his fingers reached for Rusty's hair. Tightening his fingers, Jack felt his cock hit the back of Rusty's throat. He lost control over his muscles and he fell back against the ground. His hands, that had so much control earlier, were now weak by his side. It was amazing how quickly that had happened but he loved every bit of it.
With his teeth gritted, Jack lifted a hand and bit down against the knuckle of his left hand to keep from crying out. He felt his body jerking and his abs tightening. His head thrashed from side to side against the floor as Rusty's name was torn over and over from his lips. He was going crazy. He felt his orgasm building, stronger and stronger. His toes curled and his fingers stiffened. All he could do to avoid exploding within Rusty's talented mouth was grab his darling's hair and yank his mouth away.
Rusty licked his lips when his head was wrenched away from Jack's cock. He licked towards Jack's penis, trying to get it back into his mouth. But Jack spun them around by hooking his legs against Rusty's side and flipped. Rusty's back slammed into the floor and Jack reached for his lips. Sticking his tongue out, Rusty licked at Jack's lips before sucking them into his mouth. Jack's nails dug into Rusty's back and Rusty enjoyed the wonderful feelings immensely.
"My dreams." Rusty was panting now. While he spoke, Jack's hands undid Rusty's pants. "Have been like this. Hot---" He dropped a kiss against one of Jack's nipples---"searing, erotic...rough..."
When Rusty's penis was free, Jack slid down his body and licked at the shaft. Jack spat against the head, jacked it a few times, then sucked it into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savoured the delicious hotness of Rusty's pre-cum. Jack slurped with his tongue and used his teeth to graze the throbbing pole and that left Rusty's body writhing. Rusty's breathing was now out of control.
It had taken some doing, but Rusty managed to switch them again. They rolled against the ground and Rusty ended up on top.
"I've always wanted to taste you, Jack," Rusty admitted before going down on Jack again. Rusty lifted Jack's legs upward so that the other man's ass was sticking up. Falling flat on his stomach on the floor, Rusty licked at his lover's puckered hole.
"Rusty." Jack's voice was breathy before a low rumble left his chest. Rusty continued eating. Time after time, his tongue sank into Jack's hotness and Rusty wanted to throw his head back and growl with the pleasure he was feeling. He spread Jack's legs wider and licked from one end of Jack's back, through and over his puckered opening and up the shaft of Jack's cock.
"Oh yes, that's it!" Jack whimpered and reached down, grabbing Rusty's hair to shove his face down onto his cock.
While he did Jack's bidding, Rusty pulled back briefly to lick a finger. When he took Jack's cock into his mouth again, Rusty sunk the finger into the Texas Ranger's ass.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" was all Jack could get out before Rusty added another finger. Savagely, Rusty worked the finger in and out of his pen-pal until Jack's body began jerking over and over with desire. It seemed the pull on his pole and the fingers inside him were driving Jack insane. He began to scream something in Spanish. Though Rusty had no idea what he was saying, the foreign language caused Rusty's cock to stiffen even more until it brushed painfully against the carpet.
"Oh, Rusty! I'm gonna come!"
Rusty released Jack and pushed onto his knees. "Not yet," Rusty ordered.
"Oh God, Rusty," Jack managed as he lay on the ground, panting for dear air.
"I'm not finished with my answer, Jack." Rusty stroked his large penis now. "On your knees."
Scrambling, Jack's large body rolled over and he pushed onto his knees. Spitting in his palm, Rusty lathered his cock and moved up behind Jack. Spreading his cheeks, Rusty pushed home and held it there while Jack swore.
"You are so tight," Rusty rasped in pure ecstasy. "Oh, so good."
Jack never thought that having sex with anyone could be this good. It was as though he was flying and didn't care where he was going, just as long as the soaring continued. He arched his back sexily when Rusty pushed into him. His head swam and his eyes crossed into his head. His tongue hung from his mouth as though he was trying to figure out what to do with it. He tried to bow his head and fall down against his elbow but Rusty grabbed his hair and yanked.
"Yes!" he yelled. "Pull my hair!"
Rusty tugged.
Passion, unbelievable fervour pumped through Jack's veins. His breathing was now a whooshing sound as he tried to tell his mind that human beings needed air.
Reaching around behind him, he clawed at Rusty's thighs. But Rusty slammed into him too fast to keep a hold. With one hand holding him up, Jack used his free hand to grab his own meat. Teasing the head, Jack jerked himself in unison with Rusty's driving hips. Soon, the muscles in Jack's stomach clenched. His teeth gritted down. He felt his whole body tense as he exploded all over the floor beneath him. He was still firing when the hand holding him up gave out and he slumped to the ground with Rusty on his back.
There was no time to rest; Rusty rolled onto his side, carrying Jack with him. Jack was filled once again.
Jack could feel Rusty licking at his ear and a tingling sensation vibrated through him.
"Turn around." Rusty struggled. "Take a hold of me and make me come..."
Jack smiled and turned around. Biting his lower lip, Jack smirked. "Make me," he ordered softly.
What Rusty did caused Jack's cock to grow again instantly, even after such a powerful orgasm mere seconds before. Rusty reached out and grabbed Jack's hair, then bowed his head and bit against one of Jack's nipples. "Do it." Rusty lifted his head and growled. "Now!"
"You like feeling another man's hand on your cock?" Jack wanted to know as he pressed his mouth against Rusty's neck. Jack's fingers curled around Rusty's cock and began pulling. "Is that it, Rusty? You like knowing that someone else is being your nasty little toy? I'll be your nasty little toy..."
Rusty's hips began driving harder and harder into Jack's hands. The large, throbbing pole was playing peek-a-boo within Jack's fist. It seemed the nastier he talked the more turned on Rusty became, so Jack kept it up.
"Come for me, Rusty. Come for your little fuck slave."
That was apparently the right thing to say. Rusty's head reared back and then forward as though his neck was on springs. He bit down against Jack's shoulder as he began coming against Jack's stomach and hand. Rusty's body shook uncontrollably.
"Oh man!" Rusty panted out. "Fuck..."
Rusty's eyes drifted open and he looked around him. The force of his orgasm seemed to have made him forget where he was for a short while. As it all began to sink in, regret followed closely on the heels of all the raw desire. Bowing his head, he pushed his body into sitting position and Jack simply rolled over.
"Jack," Rusty called, shaking him. "We need to talk."
"After what you just did to me?" Jack questioned weakly. "I'm shocked I can still even breathe. And that's debatable right now."
Rusty blushed but smacked Jack against the arm, "Seriously..."
"Alright, alright," Jack moved into sitting position and turned his naked body to face Rusty. "You have regret in your eyes." Rusty couldn't speak because Jack began laughing. It was a laugh that he couldn't quite read because he couldn't see Jack's eyes. Jack stood up and began hauling on his clothes.
"You're unbelievable," Jack spoke angrily as he shoved his feet into his pants. "God, why did I even think that what we just did was going to change anything?"
"Jack, calm down!" Rusty pleaded. This was moving too fast again and Rusty didn't know how to put on the brakes.
"I carry a gun for a living, Rusty. Don't---don't push me."
With his shirt in his hand, Rusty sat there speechless and useless. His head hung low and when the door slammed, Rusty's body jumped. Instead of making things better, Rusty had managed to put his foot into his mouth again. Why did he keep doing that around Jack? With any other man, Rusty wouldn't care what happened after the sex but Jack was it for him. Scrambling from the floor, he rushed to the door and banged his fist against it.
"Come on, Jack. This is not easy for me either," Rusty began. "A few years ago, I started having these dreams. And I could ignore them before, but lately it just got worse. Each time I picked up my pen and start to write you a letter all I could see was you writhing beneath me. I tried for years and my letters got shorter and shorter until they completely stopped."
Rusty paused and swallowed nervously. "Your last letter came and I started writing back. I swear to God I did. But then I stopped, went to bed and that dream just had me shaking. I have been rejected so many times, Jack. I couldn't risk it again. I-I didn't want to take that chance again. The last man I loved---he tried to empty my bank account---twice. I was a moron and believed him the first time when he said that he was sorry. The one before that cheated on me, only to find out that the man he cheated with was HIV positive. Don't worry, I was lucky enough to not have slept with him after he did it. But I got tested anyway. I'm clean. Do you understand how scared I was? But it's no excuse for what I did to you, Jack, and I'm sorry. I guess I'm just no good at this."
Rusty stood at the door for a while and when no answer came back to him, he turned and began gathering his clothes. When he was dressed, he entered Jack's bedroom and placed the gold pendant on Jack's cell phone before walking from the room. He picked up his helmet and exited the hotel room, closing the door silently behind him.
Jack listened to Rusty while staring at himself in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at him was one that he didn't like at all. It didn't take him long after Rusty's voice stopped to realise that if he went back to Texas without Rusty, he was going to regret it for the rest of his life. Tearing from the bathroom, he rushed out calling Rusty's name, and when no answer returned, Jack's heart hammered painfully.
"Damn it," he whispered forcefully. Yanking the door open, he caught Rusty jabbing an impatient finger against the elevator button.
"Rusty, wait!" he called.
Rusty continued pressing the button. Jack didn't know what to do so he grabbed Rusty by the shoulders. Rusty fought back and Jack's back slammed into the wall. He grunted but pushed back. They tumbled to the ground with Jack on top. Sitting up, he shoved Rusty roughly into the floor when he tried to sit up.
"Listen to me," Jack ordered. "Why are you running away?"
"You're joking right?" Rusty got out. He reared up, shoving Jack from him and stood up. He went back to jabbing his finger against the down button for the elevator.
"Damn it, Rusty, I love you!"
No turning back now.
"Ever since I was twenty." It was Jack's turn to confess, and he had to do it before an elevator showed up that would take Rusty away. "I couldn't join the military like you did. So I became a cop. I wanted to have a feeling that I was close to you when you were deployed. When you got hurt, I felt it before I even heard about it. It may sound silly, but I did. It was a searing sense of loss---like someone had taken my heart in their hands and pulled it apart. I never wish that feeling on anyone. That was when I called NCIS and they told me what happened. Then, you came back and your letters got shorter and shorter and I never thought anything into it. I was too busy fighting. Don't leave like this."
"I don't want to leave you," Rusty spoke. "That's the whole reason why I came here. Before, I thought that if I just disappeared nothing would come of it and you would just move on with your life."
"As you can see, I couldn't."
"Yah. Come home with me, Jack. Be my friend and my lover---"
"How long?"
The look in Rusty's eyes told Jack that Rusty was taken off guard by the question. But Jack smiled.
"As long as you want me, Jack."
"What if I wanted you forever?"
"Then I'm game."
With his transfer complete, Jack snuggled into Rusty's chest. It had been so long since he had felt that comfortable in a man's arms. Turning his head, he kissed Rusty's chest then snaked his hand beneath the blankets to wrap his fingers around his penis. The last time Jack had had a lazy weekend, he was ten years old. After that, his parents had insisted that he start doing chores. He wasn't allowed to stay in bed past eight and he hated his parents for doing that to him.
As he got older, he was so used to waking up early that he would just do it normally. But lately, he didn't want to get out of bed. It was even worse when his new job, The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, paged him to show up to a crime scene. He would then have to haul his body out of the bed, from the warmth of Rusty's arms. He hated those mornings.
But the truth was, for the first time in a long time, Jack was happy.
"Rusty, I have a question," Jack muttered.
"Uh-huh," Rusty managed around a groan.
"Do I get to fuck you?"
"You want to?"
Jack nodded, "I would love to test how tight you are."
Rusty laughed. It sounded like a rumble, leaving his chest. Jack blushed but got his revenge by tightening his fist around Rusty's dick. Slowly, Jack lowered his body, pushing away the sheets as he went. When Rusty lay before him naked, Jack licked his lips and slipped the crown of Rusty's cock into his mouth. Moaning, he sucked against it, bathing it with his tongue. Jack reached up with one hand to lock his fingers with Rusty's. For this man, Jack would willingly do anything. For Rusty Hunter, he knew that he would go anywhere.
He released Rusty's cock and crawled up and over him. Leaning in, Jack took Rusty's lips and drank from them. Pressing down against Rusty's chest, he deepened the kiss. When Rusty's arms wrapped around him and flipped him into the bed, Jack laughed. He actually laughed. Jack Malone had never laughed while in bed with a lover before. That was new to him. As Rusty looked down into his eyes, Jack reached up and caressed Rusty's face.
"You know something, Rusty?"
"What's that?"
"I love you. When I said it that day, I meant it."
Rusty heard the words and they left him weak. He had been waiting for four months to hear them. It had been four months since their hotel confrontation and ever since then, Jack hadn't said the words again. Bracing himself above Jack, Rusty stared into his lover's eyes.
"Jack you don't..."
"I do," Jack whispered as he sat up. Rusty sat between Jack's legs with both his legs around Jack's waist. "Look into my eyes. Really look into them and tell me that I don't love you."
Rusty stared---looked to see if he could find anything that showed a lie. But the longer he looked, the more love he saw. His rock hard cock was now crushed against Jack's, and that was one of the sexiest things that Rusty had ever experienced. Leaning slightly, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and handed it to Jack. When Jack took it, Rusty held open a palm. Without saying anything, Jack squirted some into Rusty's palm to lube Jack's cock. Rusty raised his body and Jack guided his cock to his beloved's entrance.
Purposefully, Rusty impaled himself onto his lover and growled in satisfaction. He wrapped is arms around Jack's neck and sought Jack's lips. Their kiss was hot, absolutely scorching. Their arms tightened around each other. The kiss went deeper still and when they couldn't breathe, they reluctantly pulled their lips apart. Rusty's back arched, causing his hair to fall down his back over the tattoo.
"I want you to ride me, cowboy," Jack let out. "Ride me hard."
Gripping Jack's shoulder, Rusty began doing as his love bid. He bounced on the hard muscle that was deep within him. His body rose and fell with great speed. When he couldn't take it anymore, Rusty bent backwards against the bed. Jack took that time to move to his knees between Rusty's legs, hiking them up. Each time Jack slammed forward, Rusty grunted his name. Taking one of Jack's hands, Rusty folded the man's fingers around his cock. Jack squeezed the tender flesh and Rusty's body arched.
Rusty was tight around Jack's cock. The moment the head entered the puckered hole, Jack held his breath. But as he rode Rusty harder, faster, Jack grew more and more delirious. Withdrawing from Rusty, Jack grinned cheekily, "On your knees, Rusty."
"This your idea of payback?" Rusty wanted to know while turning onto his hands and knees. Jack said nothing; he simply entered Rusty again. Using Rusty's hair as his reins, Jack rode Rusty hard and fast. The large eagle tattoo on Rusty's back, between his shoulder blades, turned Jack on even more. Releasing the hair, Jack splayed his palms over the marking then caressed downward. He leaned forward to trail his tongue along Rusty's sweat covered back. The salty taste was like an aphrodisiac to him and, gritting his teeth, Jack pushed Rusty against the bed onto his stomach. Without withdrawing, Jack began coming hard.
"Rusty," he managed. His head thrashed from side to side as his hips hammered away within Rusty. Rusty's ass tightened around Jack's cock, choking every bit of come from it. Jack felt as though he was being sucked dry and he loved ever second of it. He kissed Rusty's neck and ear.
"Are you ready to come, Rusty?" Jack wanted to know.
"Oh, hell yes!"
Jack pulled back and rolled his body to the edge of the bed. He hung his legs off and lifted his ass in the air.
Rusty didn't wait to be asked. He squirted some lube on his palm and massaged it onto his pole. Then he took up his position behind Jack and fired home. Jack reared up into standing position. Rusty wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and pushed up into him. Jack's head fell against Rusty's neck, licking at Rusty's ears and cheekbone.
The room was heated, hotter than either of the lovers could remember. Rusty's hand reached around and began stroking Jack. While being ridden from behind, Jack's cock was alive again. Rusty smiled and licked at Jack's shoulder before leading him over to the dresser. He could see both their reflections in the mirror. Locking eyes with Jack's reflection, Rusty moaned and licked his lips before closing his eyes and tossing his head back.
He pushed into Jack harder now, long slow strokes. Again they locked eyes. Rusty gripped Jack's shoulders, using them as leverage as he slammed his hips forward. Jack whispered, moaning Rusty's name.
"Harder," Jack begged. "Fuck me harder. Please..."
"You like that?" Rusty asked as he pushed into Jack. "Take it, Jack! All of it!"
"Oh yes!"
"Come with me, Jack! Baby, please come with me!"
Rusty withdrew completely from Jack, gripped Jack's shoulders tighter, and sent his hips crashing forward forcefully. Jack yelled for mercy but Rusty's hips were locked in place as he fired within Jack. The never-ending orgasm took Rusty's power away; the kind of orgasm that left his knees weak, his body shaking and his cock twitching deep within Jack.
"I love you, Jack.... So---so much."
Completely spent, Rusty withdrew from Jack and helped him back onto the bed. They stumbled against the large bed and Rusty pulled Jack into his arms.
As both lovers whispered their love for each other and drifted off to sleep, the infamous Calgary winter weather began outside.
White snow tumbled from the sky.
About the Author
Remmy Duchene writes sexy homoerotic romances. More information is available at
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