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

one of the mugs and sipped the chocolate while he watched Randy study the decoration. Tammy had declared it was perfect for their cake topper. His lover went into the kitchen and returned with more cookies.

“Just what we needed.” Les kissed Randy’s cheek. “Who was on the phone?”

“Rick. If the roads are okay, they’ll be here in a few hours.” Randy bounced.

Les smiled. He was glad Rick was able to get some leave and come to spend a week or so with them. Rick, Randy’s older brother, served in the Army and been over in Iraq for almost a year, but he’d rotated back a few months ago. Les hadn’t been surprised to hear Lindsay was coming out with Rick. Ever since they moved her out to San Diego, she and Rick had been dating. She seemed to have recovered from her addictions and gotten her life back on track. Les liked to think he and Randy had something to do with that, though he knew it had more to do with Rick than them.

“I checked the weather reports. We aren’t supposed to get any more snow until tonight after everyone gets here.”

The bedrooms had been cleaned and set up. Everyone was staying at their house, except for Max Furlo, Tony’s foreman. He would be going back to Tony’s ranch. Furlo was a good man, a little quiet compared to the rest of them.

“Maybe we could go out for a sleigh ride tonight.” Randy’s excitement showed in his voice.

“That would be fun.”

Last winter, Randy had bought two old fashioned sleighs. Les hadn’t been sure about them, but Randy had insisted the local kids would enjoy the rides. None of their Quarter horses were up to pulling them, so they’d gone to Vanderly Farms and bought two Friesians to pull the sleighs. Randy picked up harnesses with bells on them and he’d been right. It was fun to ride across their land. Very romantic too.

“Hand me those chili pepper lights, darling,” Randy asked, holding a hand out.

Les set his mug down and grabbed the lights. They spent the next hour decorating the room, laughing, kissing and enjoying themselves. Country music played on the stereo and they sang along, dancing around the room. When Margie came out to refill their chocolate and cookies, Les snagged her around the waist and they waltzed around the room. Randy cut in and danced with her for a few minutes before she retired to the kitchen to do some more cooking.

When they were finished, everything glimmered and twinkled with lights and streamers. Les stood with his arms around Randy, staring up around the room. Randy leaned back, entwining their hands together on his stomach. Sighing, Les set his chin on Randy’s shoulder, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind his lover’s ear.

Margie came in from the kitchen. “Your guests will be here in two hours. The food is done. I’m going to relax for a little bit.”

Randy pushed out of Les’ arms to go and give the housekeeper a hug. “Thanks for busting your butt to get everything done for tonight, Margie, but you should have let us help you.”

Tears welled in the elderly woman’s eyes. She cupped Randy’s cheek with one hand and reached out her other hand to Les. He took it, holding on to the woman he considered his mother.

“You’re my boys. This is my gift to you. I’m so happy Leslie found you, Randy.

You are perfect for him.” She gave each of them a kiss. With a laugh, she turned to leave.

“Go out and check on the horses. Then come in and get ready. Tony and his family will be here around five.”

Les watched her leave. Margie was getting older, but it was only at times like this when he really thought about her age. She’d worked for his family since before he was born. She helped his father raise him after his mother died.

“We should think about getting someone in here to help Margie,” Randy suggested in a quiet voice.

He nodded. “I was just thinking that.” He grabbed his lover’s hand. “Let’s go out and do one last check before everyone arrives. Jackson said he’d do the night walk-through since he’ll be taking Tammy home tonight after the party’s finished here.”

“Okay.”

They pulled on boots and their winter jackets. Tugging on gloves, they stepped from the house. The winter had been mild so far. The snow was deep, but they hadn’t gotten any blizzards yet and the wind wasn’t bitterly cold. They held hands as they wandered from barn to barn, checking on the horses and cattle. Les stopped and spent some time with Sam, his Hanoverian gelding. He unwrapped a peppermint and held it out to Sam.

The chestnut gelding’s soft lips nuzzled his palm, trying to get the candy.

Randy came up to him after checking on the blind three-year-old they stabled with Sam. “Bluff is doing great. Let’s go inside and grab a shower. Warm us up.”

“Good idea. I’m still a little sore.” He patted Sam’s neck once more and they headed in.

* * * *

Randy turned on the water in the bathroom. He stripped, tossing his clothes in the hamper. A whistle broke through the hiss of the water as he bent over to test the temperature. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Les leaning in the doorway, staring at his ass. He wiggled it.

Les groaned and stepped up behind him, pressing his erection in between Randy’s ass cheeks. They rocked together for a few seconds before he straightened and offered his hand to Les. Hands entwined, they stepped under the water.

He wrapped his arms around Les’ waist, tugging his lover’s body tight to him. Their cocks rubbed against each other, pre-cum painting their stomachs. He bit Les’ bottom lip and sucked on the injured flesh. Les slid his hands over Randy’s shoulders, down his back to squeeze Randy’s ass.

Randy leaned his head back, offering Les more of his throat to nibble on while he tried to concentrate on running his fingers