Rorys rock, p.21
Rory's Rock, page 21
“You be careful,” Brenda said. Rory wasn’t sure who she was talking to.
“Little brother,” Betsy said, smacking Zane’s shoulder affectionately.
“You get bigger every time I see you. Sure you aren’t having twins?” Zane asked.
“That’s what folks used to say about me when I was pregnant with you,” Brenda said, shaking her head. “Now put Betsy down and come sit at the table.”
Zane grinned, set his sister down, and turned to Rory. “Betsy said if it’s a boy she’s gonna call him after me.”
Betsy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
Rory smiled. This grew when Zane approached him and picked him up, too.
“Missed you,” Zane said softly before kissing Rory gently on the lips.
“Oh, young love,” Betsy simpered. “Which reminds me, I got you this.” She rummaged around in her huge purse and pulled out a light green bolt of cloth, which she held out to Zane.
“What is it?” Zane asked, setting Rory down and accepting the material. He opened it out. It was a T-shirt. He held it against his chest and looked down at the picture on the front.
“Thought as you’re gay now you should have a Green Lantern tee.”
Zane laughed. “I love it.” Immodest as ever, Zane stripped off his shirt and tee before putting on the new T-shirt. He then pulled his sister into a hug. Thanks, Sis.” Letting her go, he turned to Rory. “Wadda ya think?”
Before Rory could answer, Betsy asked, “Hotter than Tom Brady?”
“Huh?” Zane looked confusedly between Rory and Betsy.
Feeling his face heat, Rory explained the earlier conversation. Turning to Betsy, he added, “And, yes, he is.”
* * * *
Rory was happy. He leaned against Zane’s side. Zane’s right arm was loosely wrapped around Rory as Zane effortlessly controlled the wheel with his left hand. The truck’s cab was warm, it was dark outside, and soft country music played quietly on the radio.
“Glad you got a truck with bench seating,” Rory said.
“Me, too.” Zane gave Rory a squeeze. “Saw how much Barry likes his so told my dad that was what I wanted.”
“Like the colors, too.”
Zane reached up and ruffled Rory’s hair. “When I saw it I knew this baby was mine.”
Rory smiled to himself, privately hoping the words applied to him as well as the truck.
Zane took a right turn and they began to travel down a rutted road.
“Where are we going?”
Zane didn’t answer. About a minute later he stopped the truck and shut off the engine.
“Don’t tell me we’ve run out of gas,” Rory joked.
“Uh, no, got almost a full tank. Dad had the dealer gas her up before we left the lot.”
“Good.” Rory wouldn’t embarrass his boyfriend by explaining his attempt at humor. “Where are we?”
“Dunno,” Zane said, undoing first his then Rory’s seat belts. “Know where I wanna be though.”
Rory raised an eyebrow. “And where’s that?”
Zane fumbled with Rory’s belt buckle. “In your pants.”
Rory’s dick liked that idea and immediately sprang to life. And it also liked the feeling of Zane’s callused hand freeing it from its cotton prison.
“Know how you don’t like doing it at home ’cause of Mom and Dad, so I figured we’d drive somewhere where nobody’d hear us.”
“Good thinking, Batman.” Rory reached for Zane’s belt buckle.
“Uh, Green Lantern, remember?”
Rory laughed, then concentrated on freeing ZJ, who was his usual huge and hard self. The tip was already moist with pre-come. Rory just had to have a taste. “Wanna suck you.”
“Wanted you to come first.”
Rory raised up and kissed Zane on the lips. “For once, big guy, it’s your turn.”
It took some re-arranging, but Rory kneeled on the floorboards at the passenger side while Zane did his best to spread out across the bench seat. Zane’s right leg was thrown over the seat back, his left leg bent under him. Rory ignored the tight quarters and got to work servicing his lover. As usual, Rory began by pulling back ZJ’s foreskin before licking and kissing the exposed head. ZJ was a prodigious leaker, and Rory lapped up every single drop of precious pre-come. Rory then stretched his mouth open as wide as it would go, wrapped his lips around the head, and started sucking.
“Ror, babe,” Zane said in his low, husky voice that had Rory spurt some pre-come of his own.
But this was about giving Zane pleasure, not Rory. At this point in the proceedings, Rory usually wrapped his fist around the base of ZJ because, try as he might, he’d never been able to fully deep throat his well hung lover. But Rory was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to conquer his gag reflex, once and for all. Zane deserved it, and so did Rory.
Rory went down on ZJ once, twice, three times, swallowing more on each occasion. Fourth time’s the charm, he told himself, bracing himself to boldly go where no man—or woman—had gone before. He rid his mind of the unwelcome Star Trek allusion and plunged downwards.
“Jesus, Ror!” Zane bellowed, jerking up and hitting his head on the side window. “Shit!” His hands clamped on the back of Rory’s head, preventing Rory from pulling off, not that Rory had any intensions of doing so. “Fuck, Ror! You just swallowed all of me!”
Rory did his best to grin around the huge telephone pole of rigid flesh stretching his lips. Despite the snot running out of his nose and the tears streaming out of his eyes, Rory was awash with satisfaction at his achievement. His involuntary swallows must have been felt by Zane, because the man cursed some more but mercifully let go his death grip on Rory’s head. Reluctantly—because he feared he wouldn’t be able to repeat his feat—Rory pulled back to take in a gulp of air.
“Ror! Wow!” Zane couldn’t seem to string a sentence together, which Rory found added to his sense of achievement. To render the big man almost speechless showed Rory he was doing it right.
Rory sank down again, more slowly this time and found, much to his relief, ZJ went down his throat more easily. Remembering something he’d once read, Rory began to hum.
“Fuck! I’m coming!” Zane announced to anyone who might happen to have approached within a several yard radius. “God, Ror! I…Fuck!” Back came the clamped hands as Zane unloaded a copious stream of come down Rory’s throat. Rory’s only regret was that he couldn’t taste it. “Fuck,” Zane said more softly and slumped back, his body—including his death grip on
Rory’s skull—relaxing.
Rory pulled off slowly and was able to taste the last dribbles of Zane’s climax. Knowing ZJ became ultrasensitive after ejaculating, Rory gave a quick kiss to the exposed head before rolling the column of skin back over it. Smiling broadly and feeling mightily proud of himself, he briefly kissed each of Zane’s balls before rising from his cramped kneeling position to lay the upper part of his body against Zane’s heaving chest.
“God, Ror, you’re…” Zane began, couldn’t seem to finish his sentence, so let his kisses do the talking for him. And as always, Zane’s kisses spoke volumes.
Chapter 16
Despite standing under the hot spray for at least five minutes, Rory was still shivering. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong, why Zane was acting so differently. Zane knew Rory wasn’t confident about driving Jimmy’s truck back to the Double J. But instead of taking things easy on the drive back, Zane had seemed in a hurry. Maybe he wanted to see what his new truck could do. They hadn’t even stopped halfway like they had on the journey up to Zane’s parents’. And even worse, when they’d arrived back at the ranch, all Rory had gotten was a “Good ride?” before Zane had picked up his bag and dashed into the bunkhouse without waiting for Rory’s reply.
In an effort to get warm and collect himself, Rory had dropped his bag in his old and rarely used room, gotten undressed, and taken what few toiletries he still kept in there to the bathroom to take a shower.
Sighing, and hoping he’d collected himself enough so his feelings were no longer visible, he shut off the jet, pulled back the curtain, started to step out of the tub and collided with a solid wall of…something. Yelping in surprise, he stepped back, and wiped the water out of his eyes.
Zane stood on the bath mat dressed in a brown and white football uniform, sans shoulder pads and helmet. He spread his arms. “Like it?”
Rory just stared, heart pounding.
“Ror?” Zane asked, smile morphing into a frown. “This was my high school football uniform. I remembered what Bets said about you saying you thought I was hotter than Tom Brady. I ain’t but…” He shrugged and toed the bathmat nervously. “You okay?”
“I, uh.” Rory swallowed. Then it all poured out. How Rory thought Zane was mad at him, how they hadn’t stopped on the journey, how Zane had driven fast, how…
“Fuck, Ror, no! I’m sorry!” Zane looked more stricken than Rory felt. “God, no. I’d never!” He leaned over the lip of the tub, picked a wet and naked Rory up and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug.
“I’m getting your uniform all wet.”
“Don’t care.” Zane kissed Rory’s eyes, cheeks, chin, and lips. “I’d never be mad at you. Never! I was just excited to show you my uniform. Shit! I’m so fucking dumb.”
“You’re not dumb.” Rory’s arms went around the big guy’s shoulders and he soaked in the man’s physical presence, allowing it to ground him. They were okay. It was just a misunderstanding. Shit, Rory felt like a total dork. Of course Zane wasn’t upset with him. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.”
Rory breathed in Zane’s scent. Beneath the faint smell of laundry detergent was the unmistakable odor of his Zane. It further helped to center him. “And just for the record, you are hotter than Tom Brady.”
“Get a room, you two,” a voice announced from the doorway.
Rory turned his head and saw Wayne smirking at them.
“We’ve got one. Ror, wrap your legs around me.”
Rory did and Zane turned and made for the doorway, Rory snagging a towel as they passed the rack.
Wayne stood aside to let them pass. “Keep it down tonight, okay? It’s been quiet the past couple of nights and I got to liking it that way.”
“Do our best,” Zane said. “But I ain’t making any promises. Not when I got me such a cute and sexy boyfriend.” He gently slapped Rory’s naked ass, making the smaller man jump.
Back in their room, Zane set Rory on the rug and Rory wrapped the towel around his waist and took a step back to admire the football player.
Rory licked his lips. “You’re the sexy one here.”
“Ha.” But at least it wasn’t a total rejection of Rory’s compliment, so he took it as a win. “Still had my uniform at home when I quit school. They never asked for it back so I never gave ’em it. First time I put it on since playing though.”
“Uh huh.” Rory straightened the material over Zane’s right shoulder.
“Sorry I don’t have the shoulder pads or helmet though.”
“That’s okay.” Rory began to trace the large numbers on Zane’s chest with a finger. “Fifty-two. What position did you play?” Rory wasn’t as knowledgeable about high school squad numbers as he should be, but he remembered reading somewhere that often school players were just given jersey’s that fit their size, rather than what position they played.
“Offensive tackle. Me being so big and—”
“Beefy and brave and bad ass and strong and powerful,” Rory interrupted before Zane could say anything negative. “Makes sense, yes.” He nodded.
Zane smiled and blushed. Rory was pleased when again Zane didn’t contradict him.
“Guess I could go to a sports equipment store and get pads and a helmet if you want the full package.”
Rory cupped Zane’s dick and balls through the tight uniform pants. “I already got the full package right here.”
Zane laughed. “God, Ror, you’re so good for me.”
“And you’re so good to and for me, too.” Rory stepped back to admire Zane in his uniform. “So, brown and black were your school colors?”
Zane grinned. “Sure were.” Then he grew serious. “Just shows, we were meant to be.”
Fuck, if Rory wasn’t careful, he’d burst out crying, or melt into a puddle of goo.
Zane lifted the jersey to reveal his Superman tee. “Wouldn’t wear this during games of course.”
“Shame, because I’m sure you were a football superhero on the field.”
Zane let out a dismissive snort. “Dunno about that.”
Wanting to keep things positive, Rory said, “I bet with you on the team, they won most of their games.”
Zane grinned. “Uh, yeah, we did.”
“There you are then!” Rory said in triumph. “My football superhero.” He wrapped his arms around Zane’s chest and hugged the big guy tightly. My superhero, period, he silently added.
Zane rubbed Rory’s back. “Whatever you say.”
“Rory, this box was delivered yest…” Barry said, making Rory jump. He turned around and saw Barry standing in the doorway, holding a large cardboard box. “Uh, this a bad time?”
“No, it’s okay.” They would have to remember to close doors behind them when they messed around. At least the towel hid his most private parts this time.
Zane wrapped a protective arm around Rory’s shoulders. “Would you put it on the bed?”
“Sure.” Barry did as asked and walked back to the door. “I’ll, uh, close this. Dinner’s running late. Be another hour or so.”
“Okay. Thanks,” Rory said, his words muffled in Zane’s shoulder.
The bedroom door closed softly.
Rory finished drying himself and got dressed, just in case they were interrupted again.
“That box,” Zane nodded to the large cardboard package, “is it those things we ordered on the computer?”
“Think so.” Opening the box, plus the one inside, confirmed his suspicions.
Zane parted some of the paper wrapping. “Cool!” Picking up the largest dildo, he turned to Rory. “Wanna play?”
Rory gulped. “Yes, but let’s start with something smaller, okay?”
* * * *
Supper was…embarrassing.
It started off innocently enough with Liam inquiring about Zane’s new truck, Barry asking Rory if he’d been okay driving Jimmy’s vehicle, and Jake wanting to know what Rory thought about Zane’s parents.
Then Jimmy asked, “What was in that box that was delivered yesterday?”
“Uh.” Rory felt his cheeks heat.
“None of your business,” Barry told him.
“Sex toys,” Zane announced, mid-chew.
What conversation there had been around the table stopped immediately. As did the noise of silverware on plates. Rory was too embarrassed to lift his gaze from his plate to meet anyone’s eye.
“What?” Zane asked, fork full of meatloaf hovering halfway between plate and mouth.
Rory should have realized, if asked a direct question, Zane would usually answer. The man had no filter, but Rory couldn’t fault his guy for that. He was honest, true, dependable.
Rory shuffled nervously in his seat before jumping and letting out a soft gasp.
“Looks like you already started using them.” Wayne snickered.
The two of them, on Zane’s insistence, were wearing the smallest of the butt plugs. Rory had been surprised when placing the order that Zane had said he wanted a set of whatever Rory was getting for himself, too. Rory had questioned Zane as to why.
Zane had looked confused and a little hurt at the question. “Don’t you want to fuck me up the butt, too?”
So Rory had done as Zane asked, ordering a brown set for him and a black set for Zane. Although later, Zane had said he wanted to use the brown colored toys and Rory should have the black ones.
So there they both were, sitting at the table, Rory with an itchy ass and a half hardon, with everyone looking at them, or in Barry’s case, pretending not to.
“Guess you two will want to skip dessert so you can, uh, play some more,” Jake observed, trying but failing not to smirk.
“Jake!” Barry warned quietly. “If they want me to box up their dessert to eat later, I will. Just like I would for anyone who wanted to eat later.”
“What is it?” Zane asked.
“Apple pie a-la-mode.”
Zane seemed to consider it. Rory hoped they could get out of there, like, yesterday.
“Naw, we’ll have pie here. Ice cream will melt otherwise.”
Rory held in his grimace.
Chapter 17
A heavy snow storm blew in and dropped over a foot of snow, severely restricting what the hands could do around the ranch. Apart from checking on the herd and making sure they had access to food and water, plus the usual taking care of the horses and the tack, as well as whatever equipment maintenance needed attending to, very little else could be done. Fortunately they didn’t lose power, although Rory wouldn’t have minded. It would have given him and Zane more excuses to cuddle. Not that they needed excuses.
There was plenty of time for them to continue with Zane’s reading lessons, although the man was doing pretty well on his own. Rory guessed Zane liked the lessons more for the rewards he’d receive once their reading session was concluded.
Some of their favorite reading times were in the evenings when Rory would read aloud to Zane, the choice of books had moved from American classics to ones with a much higher homoerotic content. It was quite a challenge to read while Zane was sucking on Rory’s neck, nipple, ear, or penis. When the latter happened, the story was often abandoned in favor of more practical and immediate pleasures.
In addition to his reading, Zane also spent time with his drawing, asking Rory to pose for him.
“What, nude?” Rory asked, not sure if he’d want anyone else to see such a drawing.
Zane shrugged. “Wasn’t thinking of that, but sure, if that’s what you want. Although, I’m not sure I can draw naked stuff.”
They agreed that for the first drawing at least, Rory should have his clothes on. So he’d posed, one leg bent, foot resting on the bottom rail of a split rail fence. His arms rested on the top rail, of the fence. His eyes, shaded by his hat, were focused on the middle distance.
