Rain
By Chris Owen
Jake figured his luck was running just about right
when he felt the truck start to slide. The hay was in, the sky
was dark, the rain was coming, and he was going to be stuck
in the middle of nowhere with a blown tire. Seemed like some
things just kept happening to him, though the last time he’d
blown a tire in the rain he’d at least been on the road.
No, it was Tor who usually got stuck in the middle of a field.
Maybe things were changing. Maybe this time he’d get the
tire changed and get going toward home before the sky opened
up. Just maybe he should radio ahead and tell someone where
he was.
He managed to control the skid as the truck slid sideways down
a gentle slope and he shut off the engine, his breath barely speeding.
This wouldn’t be too bad, so long as those clouds held
on. With one hand he reached for the radio, and with the other
he reached over to check behind the seat for the jack.
Jake didn’t start swearing until he got only static on
the radio and his hand met nothing but a blanket and a first
aid kit. Perfect.
Climbing out of the truck was easy enough, and seeing that he’d
lost not one but two tires was the icing on the cake. When the
rumble of thunder turned into the patter of rain Jake just looked
up at the sky and sighed.
It took him no time at all to realize he was stuck until someone
found him. Two tires gone was one more than he could even hope
to deal with, and with the storm landing fast there was nothing
for him to do but get back in the cab and wait.
Boring. Beyond boring, really. There was nothing
to do, nothing to see, and only the lightening charges changed
the sound of the static he coaxed out of the radio. After some
rummaging he found three road flares under the seat, so he lit
one and set it out on the only available rock, but after that...
boring.
It took him two hours to fall asleep. The only
thing that he knew for sure was that he’d be missed and
someone would be looking -- it was a perk of owning the ranch.
He disappeared, someone would know. Hell, his dog would let
the world know right about supper time. So he slept, knowing
full well that Elias or Tommy or Bobby would be by, if not Tor.
He was hoping for Tor, and as he drifted off to sleep listening
to the rain his head was full of memories of a different storm,
one that had him wetter than this.
Or maybe not. For a moment he thought the cab of the truck was
leaking, but as he came fully awake he heard a low growl, the
sound of a very unhappy man. Jake peered into the suddenly bright
cab, lit by the dome light, and stifled a grin as Tor climbed
in, soaking wet and dripping all over.
“This is getting old, Taggart. Rain just doesn’t work
for us, does it?”
Jake stretched and turned a little so he could grab the blanket
from behind the seat. “Oh, I don’t know. The lightening
is pretty, and when you peel off that gear and get wrapped up
in this you’ll be practically naked. Sounds okay to me.”
Tor snorted. “Only you would get turned on by a busted
truck. What’s wrong this time?”
“Blew two tires, radio’s not working. You’re
still dressed.” Jake slid across the seat and started working
on buttons while Tor raised an eyebrow at him.
“Jesus, Jake. What’s gotten into you?” Tor honestly
looked a little surprised at Jake’s unsubtle advances,
but he didn’t try to stop Jake from stripping off his coat
and shirt.
Jake shrugged, one hand sliding over Tor’s chilly stomach.
“Does it matter? Just be glad we’re not having a mud
fight.”
Tor grinned and grabbed at Jake’s hand,
shoving it lower, to his fly. “That mud fight had its moments.”
“Mmm. It did indeed. But really, can’t we just get
to the blow jobs without the mess this time?” Jake decided
he really did hate wet denim, Tor’s jeans were proving
damn near impossible to budge.
Tor lifted up, trying to push his jeans down and kick off his
boots at the same time. When Jake looked up at him, Tor’s
face was warm with laughter instead of disgruntled at the storm
and he felt a wash of affection go through him. Tor really was
beautiful, even wet and bedraggled like this. Jake rolled his
eyes at himself.
“What?” Tor asked. “Giving up so soon? You’re
getting old, cowboy. Used to be you’d lay back in the muck
and jerk off for me.”
“Once. I did that once. And I had mud in
my ass for far too long after that, thank you very much.”
Jake was laughing, though, and wrapping the blanket around Tor’s
shoulders, curling into his heat.
“I did thank you, didn’t I?” Tor teased. “Repeatedly.
In fact, seeing as how I believe it’s me rescuing you this
time, I’m owed the thanks this time.”
Jake grinned and burrowed under Tor’s blanket,
finding one nipple with his mouth. “Yeah?” Lick. “What
do you have in mind?” Bite. Lick.
Tor hissed and leaned back a little. “That’ll do for
a start.”
Jack chuckled softly and started to pay very close attention
to that nipple, his hand coasting lower to Tor’s lap and
gathering up the semi-hard shaft he found, stroking his prize
carefully as it grew in his hand.
Tor whimpered.
Jake loved it when Tor whimpered.
Things sped up a bit after that, Tor’s whimpers turning
into gasps and moans and Jake’s hums of approval becoming
deeper, a caress of their own around Tor’s cock as he sucked
and teased and licked, fingers sliding over Tor’s thighs,
his belly, his balls. He loved the feeling of Tor growing harder
in his mouth, it was possibly one of the hottest things Jake
could think of.
“Suck me, Jake,” Tor murmured, his hands sliding through
Jake’s hair.
Okay, that was pretty hot, too, Tor talking to
him, watching him with hooded eyes, his hips starting to shift
restlessly. Jake moaned a little himself, twisting his hips
so he wasn’t about to do damage to himself. He feasted
on Tor’s prick, working hard to take as much as he could
and licking where he couldn’t. He sucked and kissed, taking
Tor deep and then barely taking in the leaking head.
Yeah, he could make Tor crazy. Crazier than things has been
that first time, anyway. Now he knew what made Tor scream, what
made him come. Now he knew the taste of this man as well as
he knew the sound of his own name. It had taken a while, but
Jake was pretty sure he’d managed to just about memorize
this man.
Strong fingers were tangled in his hair and he
could hear Tor starting to pant above him, whispered words starting
to slur as they grew louder. Jake didn’t pay much attention
to what Tor was saying -- variations on the ‘oh God, yeah’
theme -- but he did listen to the tone, the note of desperation
creeping in around the edges and the sharp stab of need threaded
through.
Christ, he loved this.
“Jake,” Tor groaned, the note of ‘desperate’
turning to ‘just about to pop’.
Jake grinned and sat up, squeezing hard at the base of Tor’s
prick to stop him from coming.
“Bastard!” Tor groaned, almost curling into himself.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Jake didn’t answer, just ripped his jeans
open with one hand and lunged for the first aid kit. There had
to be something in there, some kind of cream, or salve or just...
something. And if there wasn’t? Well, Tor’d taken
him on just spit and a prayer before.
Tor stopped grumbling and started helping, pulling at Jake’s
clothes with a single minded determination that was actually
pretty flattering in its urgency. Between the two of them they
managed to get Jake as naked as Tor with a minimum of bumped
elbows and bruised hips, laughing between kisses about how making
out in a truck was still not the most comfortable way to get
laid.
“But it’s still getting laid, yeah, and that ain’t
a bad thing,” Jake declared, slapping Tor on the ass. “Now,
shift around, cowboy.”
Tor gave a low moan as he turned, pulling his legs up under
him so he could kneel on the bench seat, facing the window.
“Gonna be the death of me, Jake. If the fucking doesn’t
kill me, the fear of going through the window will.”
Jake unceremoniously shoved two fingers in Tor’s ass. “Won’t
let you do that, promise.”
Tor just groaned again, pushing his hips back.
Lightening streaked the sky and Jake blinked at the sudden light,
the flash illuminating the body curled up in front up him, making
Tor seem almost untouchable, white and dark with tan lines.
The light made him look sharp and angular, but the feeling of
soft heat around him belied the impression, reminded him of
how breathtaking Tor could be.
He couldn’t wait, couldn’t make this last any longer,
need making him throb and ache. He buried his cock in Tor’s
ass with a short grunt, and pushed deep, his hands curling around
Tor’s hips to hold him still.
“Oh, God,” Tor whispered. “God.”
“Taggart. Not God.”
“Fuck me hard, Jake. Make me howl.” Tor’s voice
was hoarse, the words almost lost in the rumble of thunder.
Jake did. Long and hard and deep, without finess
or rhythm, just pounding into Tor for stroke after stroke. Jake
could hear his own heart beating, keeping time with his breath,
and he could see the sheen of dampness across Tor’s back.
When he licked at Tor’s spine he could taste the salt of
sweat, the green flavor of the rain, and the exotic mix made
his gut twist.
One hand slid down to Tor’s groin, pulling at the rock
hard length which stood proudly away from Tor’s body, the
soft keening moan coming from Tor’s throat the only indication
he had that Tor was still with him and not lost on some plane
of bliss somewhere. Or maybe they were both lost, fire creeping
up their spines, ready to erupt.
Jake didn’t have a lot of warning before Tor came, just
an indrawn hiss of air into Tor’s lungs and then Tor was
shaking below him, the smell of his come suddenly strong in
the cab of the truck, the tight muscles around Jake’s dick
suddenly spasming.
Jake lost what little control he had, his hand now sticky as
he smeared come into Tor’s skin. He could barely breathe
for the pressure building in him, the sound of Tor gasping and
praying and muttering loud in his ears.
He slammed into Tor again and again, driving himself closer,
and then suddenly Tor shifted, bringing his arms up to brace
himself on the truck door and pushing back, hard. That little
bit deeper, that little bit more effort made Jake scream, made
him come deep in Tor’s ass with a near shout of pleasure
as the rain suddenly drove harder against the truck, a swell
of feeling moving around and through him.
He finally fell forward across Tor’s back, panting and
petting. “Jesus,” he breathed.
“Nope, just me,” Tor said with a breathless laugh.
“God damn, Jake. Told you that you’d kill me. I’m
all melty now. Never gonna move again.”
Jake felt his heart beating rapidly against Tor’s back,
still racing. “Gonna have to. Got a horse to ride back
home, yeah?” And the thought of Tor settling into the saddle
with his ass feeling the way it surely did almost stirred some
guilt.
“No horse. Drove,” Tor panted, moving away just enough
for Jake to slip out. “Thought you might get like this,
and I ain’t stupid.”
Jake blinked slowly. “So why’re you so wet?”
“Parked up on the road; you slid a ways,
baby.” Tor pushed him to sit up and then they were curled
up, mostly upright with the blanket around them, looking out
the fogged up windshield. “But we got time. Watch the storm
for a bit, yeah?”
Jake almost purred. Watching the storm sounded just fine to
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