Russ Johnston sets out to see America, working as he needs to in order to keep himself afloat. Along the way he meets Brandon “Trey” Latrie. Trey is a ranch manager who has some work for Russ and a room for him to board in. Both single, Russ and Trey don’t take long to start eyeing each other. They take their romance one step at a time though, but when sparks fly, things heat up fast.
When Russ gets sick, Trey is quick to show that he’s not a fly-by-night lover, but is true blue and he sticks by his man through thick and thin, proving that nothing between them has to change.
Russ and Trey have it all, from laughter to heartache to the hottest sex west of the Mississippi, all the while proving that while life isn’t perfect, it’s just fine by them. Fine as frog hair.
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You're so sexy, Russ..."
"Me?" He shook his head. "Now you, with those long legs and that sweet little butt? You're the sexy one."
Trey's eyes went wide and those cheeks got darker. "You like my butt? Russ... You... You're a damned fine man."
His own cheeks were hot enough he was sure they were going to be starting a fire any minute now. He stood up. "Floor's getting awful hard." Not to mention it was awfully far away from Trey.
"There's room by me." Trey patted the sofa.
"I was hoping there would be."
He set his cup on the little side table that held the lamp and sat next to Trey, right next to him. His hand landed on Trey's knee and he stroked softly.
Trey put his mug down, too, hand sliding around his waist. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, please, Trey." He leaned forward, meeting Trey halfway.
Their lips met, Trey's tongue sliding into his mouth so carefully. Coffee and sugar and whiskey and cream and cinnamon -- Trey tasted just like Christmas. He sucked lightly on Trey's tongue, need expanding in his belly and rushing down into his balls. A low noise slipped into his mouth, Trey's hand tightening on his waist, pulling him closer. He could feel Trey all along his side and their legs were pressed together. He put his arm around Trey's shoulders, holding on, staying close. They fit together well; Trey's body was warm and relaxed, not soft, though, the muscles firm against him.
Russ lost himself in the kisses, in the way Trey's mouth fit against his, in the tastes and scents that were Trey. One of Trey's hands slid around the nape of his neck, massaging, rubbing, making him melt. He wasn't a virgin, had made out with guys before, but he couldn't ever remember kissing feeling so good, so amazing.
Trey leaned back a little, breathing a little quick, dark eyes almost black. "You taste good."
He nodded. "So do you. Better than anything I've ever tasted." He brought their mouths together again. "I don't want to stop kissing you."
"We've got nothing but time..." Trey's smile felt great, so did the brush of long eyelashes against his skin as they kissed.
Russ shifted, putting both arms around Trey's shoulders so he was holding Trey close. Necking on the couch. That's what they were doing. It was an old fashioned word, but it suited them just fine. Trey's hands wound around his waist, the kisses growing slowly deeper, more exploratory, Trey's tongue hot and slick against his own.
The couch was comfortable and Trey was warm, the lights pretty, making it seem magical. They ended up leaning on the back of the couch, Trey against his arm, deep kisses gentling into brushes of lips and playful little nibbles before slowly becoming breathless again. The heat in his belly was rippling now, like a slow, deep burn that held him caught. Not that he wanted to be anywhere but here, doing this.
"I think we missed your Christmas special, Russ." Trey's voice gave him goose bumps, so low and husky. It warmed him, made that fire burn brighter.
"This is pretty special all on its own," he whispered back, hands opening and closing on Trey's shoulders. "I might even be willing to forego presents for more of this."
"Oh, I wouldn't ask you to do that." Trey's lips nuzzled the corner of his mouth. "I want to watch you open your presents."
A shiver went through him as his mind supplied him an image of just exactly what it was he wanted to open.
"Mmm... Do that again?" He was given another so-soft kiss, Trey's dark eyes watching him.
He gasped softly. "Do what?"
"That pretty shivery thing. It made your whole face light up." Trey grinned at him, fingers tracing along the small of his back.
"Oh..." He blushed, shivering again, this time at the sensations Trey's fingers were leaving on his skin.
"Yeah. Oh." Trey's nose rubbed alongside his own, making his toes curl as their lips met again.
He made a soft noise and opened his mouth wide, inviting Trey in again. Trey accepted his invitation, the kiss deep and heady, stealing his breath, making the whole room spin. He just held on and kissed back as best he could, hoping it was as good for Trey as it was for him.
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