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

spoken of you in years. I’ll do what I can to bend them. You know what they’re like.”

“Rigid,” Juan murmured.

“Traditional,” Tony said at the same time.

“Neither of those means they won’t change their minds,” Brody pointed out. “Just that it’ll be harder for them to move beyond the boundaries they set for themselves.”

Jackson walked in as silence fell over them. He glanced around at all the serious faces. “Did someone die?”

“No. We’re talking about families.” Yancey poured some juice into Juan’s glass.

“Really? Mine doesn’t usually tend to make me sad,” Jackson joked as he filled his plate.

“Your family isn’t like ours.” Tony shifted.

“That’s true. They’re straight.” Jackson ducked a piece of toast Randy threw at him.

“I caught the weather report a few minutes ago. There’s a storm rolling in. It should hit later this afternoon. If you’re going to fly out tonight, Brody, you’ll want to head down to Cheyenne now.”

“Fuck.” Brody didn’t want to think about flying back to L.A., but he needed to get home.

“I’ll drive you down there,” Randy offered.

“No.” Tony shook his head. “Angelina needs to get home. I’ll ride back with her. We can drop Brody off in Cheyenne on the way to Texas.”

“Should I come with you, Tio?” Juan looked like he was hoping Tony would say no.

“No point to it, and you have school.” Tony pulled away from Brody and stood.

“Clean up the kitchen while we pack.”

Breakfast was over. Jackson caught Randy and they left, talking about the horses.

Juan and Yancey started cleaning off the table. Angelina helped them. Brody and Tony headed to their room.

As soon as the door shut them in the room, Brody encircled Tony’s waist with his arm and jerked the man tight to him. Their mouths met in a rough kiss. He bit Tony’s bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. Tony grabbed Brody’s ass and squeezed.

They broke off the kiss when their lungs burned for air. He grinned at Tony and started unbuttoning the man’s shirt.

“What are you doing?” Tony didn’t seem to care if Brody answered or not. His fingers were undoing Brody’s buckle.

“You weren’t around when I woke up this morning. Didn’t get to give you my usual morning hello.”

He pushed Tony’s shirt down from his broad shoulders and tugged Tony’s white tshirt off. Leaning down, he licked the dusky brown nipple in front of him. Tony groaned, his hands faltering on Brody’s zipper.

“I’m not sure we have time.”

Brody pulled back enough to blow a puff of air over Tony’s wet flesh. “Baby, we always have time for this.”

“Ah.”

He liked Tony this way, caught up in the moment and his mind not working.

Kneeling, he stripped Tony’s jeans down. Tony put his hands on Brody’s shoulders, bracing while Brody pulled the fabric over his feet. He flung the pants to the side and focused on the hard cock standing proud in front of him.

The tip of the shaft was red and glistened with drops of pre-cum. Tony rocked forward, brushed Brody’s lips and seemed to beg for attention. Brody licked his lips and grinned as his tongue barely touched Tony’s head.

“Brody. Please.”

He ran his hands up Tony’s lightly furred calves and thighs, teasing the crease where Tony’s hips and legs met. Gripping Tony’s hips, he leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around the crown of Tony’s dick. Slowly as possible, he sucked Tony’s shaft in until his nose burrowed into the dark curls at the base of Tony’s cock. Brody hummed as it hit the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” Tony groaned, trying to move while Brody kept him still.

He pressed Tony’s hips back against the door and shook his head. Working his mouth up and down Tony’s dick, he kept the suction steady and hard. Brody wrapped one of his hands around the bottom section of the shaft and pumped. He slid his other hand down between Tony’s legs, caressing the soft skin behind Tony’s balls.

Tony shivered, his entire body shaking. Brody pulled off until just the head was in his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, flicking the spongy flesh and slipping the tip into the slit. Tony’s head hit the door with a thud.

Brody fumbled with the zipper of his own jeans. He wanted to get them open before he came. He fisted his cock and started stroking, moaning around Tony’s shaft. He moved his other hand off Tony’s prick to tease his lover’s puckered hole.

“Brody.”

His name was strangled in Tony’s throat. He took Tony in again, deep-throating him and swallowing around his length. Tony jerked and swore. Brody thrust his finger into Tony’s passage and nailed his gland with his knuckle.

He couldn’t understand what Tony shouted as the cowboy came, flooding his mouth with salty bitter cum. He drank it down and he came. His own spunk coated his hand.

Brody took everything Tony gave him, pulling away only when Tony stopped moving.

He nuzzled the softening dick and cleaned it with his tongue.

Brody climbed to his feet, leaning in to kiss Tony. His cowboy lifted his covered hand and licked the cum off. After his hand was back to pre-sex cleanliness, he kissed Tony again, tasting his own essence in the man’s mouth.

“We should straighten up and head out.”

He nodded. Brody had hoped to have more time with Tony, but there was no way of knowing how bad the storm would get. He couldn’t stay any longer. His partners had set up several important meetings for later in the week.

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

* * * *

Later that night, Tony flung himself onto the hotel bed and groaned. He hated driving, especially through a storm that seemed to be following him. He tossed his hat on the desk, adhering to the old tradition of no hats on the bed. He didn’t want bad luck.

Tugging his phone out of his jacket pocket, he checked his voicemails. The first one was Randy making sure they were okay and asking him to call. The storm had been worse back at the ranch.

Brody left him a