Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

his hand. “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Got in the middle of a gang fight. Trust me, it wasn’t a gay bashing or anything like that. I was at an all night store, picking up some snacks and a drink. Stepped out of the store and right into the middle of a fight. I didn’t have time to get out of the way. They were like a pack of rabid dogs, only interested in attacking, not caring if I was a member of either gang.”

“You were turning tricks and then left for Wyoming with some stranger. What was I supposed to think?” Brody stopped at the glass door and stared out of it, only seeing Yancey’s reflection in the window.

“Sorry. I couldn’t take it anymore. Aunt Katherine is nice, but I could tell she didn’t want me there, so I bailed. It was harder than I thought, surviving on the streets. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I made it this far without any lasting damage.” Yancey frowned.

“You did survive and I’m proud of you for that.” Brody went and sat next to his brother. “Are you okay with everything?”

Yancey knew what he was talking about. “Yeah. Les got me in to talk to a therapist.

She’s been helping me work through my issues.”

Brody hugged the teenager. “I have a lot to thank Hardin for, I see.”

“Don’t forget to thank Tony. Without him, I would still be in Austin, turning tricks for rent money.”

They both shuddered at that thought.

“I couldn’t believe it when Tony offered to bring me to Wyoming with him. I mean, I’m a hustler for fuck’s sake.” Yancey shook his head in disbelief.

“This isn’t Tony’s house. Why would Hardin let him bring a stranger here?” Brody was confused.

“Once you meet Les, you’ll understand.” Tony walked into the room with Juan.

“Les’ ranch is like a human Humane Society. The man picks up strays wherever he goes and brings them back here. He gives people a chance to get back on their feet.”

“Is that how he found you?” Brody ran his gaze over Tony’s compact body. He remembered the ripped abs, well-muscled arms and chest.

During the night they spent together, Tony had explained that upper body strength helped him gain the balance he needed to ride bulls. Brody’s cock stiffened, remembering what it was like to rub against that hard stomach.

“No, he found me in a bar, playing pool with his boyfriend and sort of forcing Randy to step out of the closet for the last time.” Tony chuckled.

“What would possess you to do that?” Brody reached for his beer and took a drink, leaning back next to Yancey.

Tony flung himself into a chair and Juan settled on the floor near his uncle. Brody understood the teenager’s need to stay close to someone he knew wanted him around. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I was going to hit on Les and wanted to know if I was stepping on any toes by doing it. Randy told me it was the moment when he had to make a decision; either admit to me that Les was indeed his boyfriend and thus out himself to me. or he could let me go and hit on Les. I know Les would have turned me down, but Randy wasn’t so sure of him at the time. It ultimately was easier for him to say he was gay, than to trust Les wouldn’t go out with me.”

“Nothing like forcing the man to sink or swim,” Brody commented.

Tony laughed. “It turned out to be the best thing I could have done for both of them.”

“Not many guys would think that.”

“You’re right, but it helped Randy. He just needed a push.” He winked at Brody. “As you can tell, I’m not shy about going after what I want.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Brody chuckled.

Juan frowned. “Do you know each other?”

“Just to prove the world is far smaller than we thought, I happened to meet Brody in Hawaii last year while I was riding over there.” Tony tapped Juan on the head. “We spent some time together, but I knew him as Mac.”

“Mac?” Yancey stared at Brody.

“I go by Mac when I’m working,” he explained to Yancey, keeping his eyes on Tony.

The bull rider nodded.

Juan yawned. Tony squeezed the teenager’s shoulder.

“Yancey, why don’t you help Juan get settled? It’s been a long day for all of us.”

Yancey stood and offered his hand to Juan, helping the dark haired boy to his feet.

Brody caught the look passing between them. There was attraction and interest in the look. He made a mental note to talk to Tony about it. The younger men wandered down the hall, laughing and talking. Tony stood as well, gesturing for Brody to follow him.

They went outside onto the porch. It was still chilly in Wyoming, so they slid on coats. Tony lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out into the night air. Brody could tell he was thinking about something.

“I thought about finding you when I was down in Austin,” Tony admitted. “But the trip turned out to be shorter than I planned. Had some problems.”

Brody snorted. “I can understand that. I wasn’t in Dallas then. I was still in L.A.” He held out his hand and ran it over the butter soft leather of Tony’s jacket. “When I woke up that morning, I was already missing you.”

Tony stubbed out his smoke and turned. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Brody pulled the shorter man to him. Their lips met in a hard kiss. Tony buried his hands in Brody’s hair, keeping his mouth tight to his. Brody locked his hands behind Tony’s back and brought their groins together.

“Hmm…I remember that,” Tony murmured, pulling away a few inches, but grinding their hips together.

“Would you like to get reacquainted?” He winked at the dark haired man.

“Oh hell yes.”

The eagerness in Tony’s voice made Brody laugh. “Then show me to your room, cowboy.”

Tony took his hand in a firm grip,