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

flaws to the wonderful man underneath. We welcome you into our family and are very glad you’re here.”

It was Randy’s turn to blush. Everyone finished their champagne. He whistled to get their attention.

“Les and I decided since the weather has cooperated, we’d take the sleighs out tonight. Any of you who would like to go are welcome.”

Margie declined. The cold weather bothered her knees. Max wanted to head back to Tony’s ranch and Peter was going to ride with him. In the end, five couples decided to go for rides.

Jackson and Randy went to hitch the Friesians up. As they were leading the first gelding out to the sleigh, Jackson stopped.

“Would it be all right if Tammy and I took the single sleigh?” Jackson seemed nervous.

“Are you going to pop the question?”

“Yeah. You know, I thought it’d be romantic. Valentine’s Day. A night time sleigh ride.” Jackson gave him a shaky smile.

“Of course, you can. You have Kleenex, right? She’s going to cry all over you.” He slapped Jackson on the back. “I won’t ask you if you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Thanks. I already got Rick’s permission to ask her. Can I have yours as well?”

Jackson held out his hand.

Randy ignored it to hug the man. “You make her happy, Jackson and you love her.

That’s all I need to know to be thrilled to say yes, you can marry my sister.”

Jackson hugged him back and they finished hitching the horses up. He gathered everyone up and they split up. Rick, Lindsay, Les and Randy took one sleigh. Tony, Brody, Yancey and Juan took the other big one. Jackson and Tammy headed out ahead of the others.

Margie brought out hot chocolate for everyone.

“Margie, do we have another bottle of champagne?” he asked as he climbed up into the sleigh.

“Yes.” She looked puzzled.

“We’re going to have something else to celebrate tonight. Can you make sure it’s out and chilled for us when we get back?”

“Certainly.” She waved as they drove off.

“Celebrate? What else is going to need to be toasted?” Les leaned against him, his hand resting on Randy’s thigh under the blanket tucked over their laps.

“Jackson’s going to ask Tammy to marry him,” Rick announced from the back seat.

“He finally got up the nerve to do it, huh?” Lindsay giggled. “Tammy was wondering when he would.”

They all laughed and settled in to enjoy the ride.

Chapter Three

Randy shut the bedroom door with a sigh. Leaning against the wood, he watched Les wander around the room, stripping off his sweater. God, he loved this man. There was nothing he’d change about him. He knew people would tease him about that, but it was true. Even the things he found irritating about Les were things he wouldn’t change because they made Les who he was.

He moved as Les sat down on the edge of the mattress to take off his boots. Randy knelt down and took Les’ ankle in his hand.

“Let me.”

Les ran his fingers through Randy’s hair, rubbing the strands between his thumb and forefinger. “I love you.”

Randy waited until he had both boots off before he smiled up at Les. “Good thing since we just committed ourselves to each other in front of family.”

The older man chuckled. “Yeah. Do you need help getting your boots off?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

Sliding his hands up Les’ legs, he reached Les’ waist and undid the leather belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped Les’ pants. Randy encouraged Les to lift his hips and he stripped his lover’s pants and underwear off. He knelt between Les’ spread thighs and grinned at Les.

“It’s time for our private celebration.”

Les braced his upper body on his elbows and winked at Randy. “I’m up for whatever you have in mind.”

Randy snorted and studied Les’ cock. Thick and hard, the crown glistened with pre-cum. The large vein running along the underside throbbed. He licked from the base of Les’ shaft to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of Les’

skin.

“Your mouth,” Les murmured, raising his hips slightly to push against Randy’s lips.

He opened and sucked an inch or so in. He placed his hands on Les’ hips, not allowing Les to go farther in. He teased the little bundle of nerves just under the ridge of Les’ crown and slipped the point of his tongue into Les’ slit.

“Love,” Les cried.

Having made love to Les for three years taught Randy what his lover liked. He swallowed Les down to the root, relaxing his muscles when Les hit the back of his throat.

He let go of Les’ hips and hummed. Les knew the signal.

Les sat up, threaded his fingers through Randy’s hair and started fucking Randy’s mouth. Randy made sure to keep the suction hard, pressing the flat of his tongue to the underside of Les’ cock. He swallowed around Les’ head each time it hit the back of his throat.

With one free hand, he fondled Les’ balls, squeezing and tugging in rhythm with Les’ thrusts. He slid his other hand down and back to rub against Les’ hole. He eased one finger in past the ring of muscles guarding Les’ inner passage. At the point Les was taking one finger without trouble, Randy inserted a second one and Les jerked.

“Randy. Love, soon,” Les babbled, his smooth rhythm falling apart.

Randy moaned, wanting to drink Les’ cum. He loved the salty bitter taste of his lover. It was the one thing he truly was addicted to. Okay, it was one of the things about Les he was addicted to. He pushed three fingers into Les’ ass and made sure to hit Les’

gland.

“Fuck,” Les shouted, arching up and exploding in Randy’s mouth.

He drank down as much as he could, but some escaped to spill down his chin. He sucked until Les stopped jerking and cleaned his lover’s cock with long licks. Les shivered, tugging on his hair.

Climbing on the bed, he braced his body over Les and smiled down at the older man.

Les’ dark eyes were