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The
power dynamic shifted considerably in Chapter 4. Does that mean anything? Will
it encourage young Austin Andino or intimidate him? Read on.
*****
IMPOTENT
De la Roche admired the cowpoke’s masculine grace
until Austin disappeared into the bedroom. Then he rose and went into
his own, only half-closing his door to admit heat from the fireplace.
As he settled beneath the covers of the
bed, he experienced a bit of uneasiness. Had that look betrayed him? His
ex-wife used to say that he could say more with his eyes than most men could
say with words. She’d touch the lids covering his big orbs and tell him they
were his best and worst feature. They could be fiercely intimidating. Pin a
victim against the wall. Express pleasure, displeasure, joy, sadness, desire,
disdain without his moving a facial muscle. Normally, he controlled what they
said, but he wasn’t certain about tonight. Damn, he wanted that young man!
Warm beneath the thick covers, De la Roche
tried to quell his busy mind. He had almost achieved sleep when he became alert
as Austin stirred around in the cabin. The young man tossed another log on the
fire. Moments later, his door swung open. Silhouetted against the glow of the
flames, Austin Andino stood looking into the dark room, seemingly naked and
powerful. When he moved into the bedroom, it was apparent he wore briefs. De la
Roche stirred on his bed, pulling to a half sitting position against the
headboard.
For a long moment the cowboy said nothing.
Then he spoke in a throaty growl. “I’ve seen that look before.”
“What look?” De la Roche asked through dry
pipes.
“The one you gave me at the table. Men
have been looking at me that way since I was twelve.”
“I’ll bet they have,” he rasped as Austin
took a few steps forward. “You’re mighty hard not to look at.”
The young cowboy stood at the side of his
bed. “I thought a man like you took
what he wanted.”
“I do,” De la Roche responded. “But like
this big cowboy hunk I know, I do it in my own time.”
“And when is that?”
“Now,” he answered.
Grasping Austin’s hips, he twisted,
throwing the cowboy onto the bed beside him. Austin stretched across the mattress,
making no protest as De la Roche’s hands wandered his body. The firm young
flesh, the hard muscles gave him a high he hadn’t experienced before, made even
better when exclamations of pleasure escaped Austin’s lips.
As Austin’s orgasm finally died away, the
cowboy sighed contentedly. De la Roche admired the rangy body by the faint
light before covering them both with a blanket and lying beside Austin.
“You’ve done that before,” he said into
the silence.
Austin stirred. “Yeah.”
“In the army, right?”
The big cowboy started. “How’d you know?”
“Yesterday you looked uncomfortable when
you mentioned you hadn’t seen a GPU since the army.”
“Yeah, it was in the army. I got sent to
the Gulf after Desert Storm ended, and there wasn’t anything to do and nobody
to do it with. One day out in the middle of the desert, these two nomad kids
came up. They weren’t little kids, you understand. Hell, they were about as old
as I was, and I was eighteen at the time. But in a way they seemed a lot
younger.” The cowboy frowned into the darkness.
“In other ways they seemed older. Lots of
the kids tried to sell things to the GIs. Had to be careful they weren’t bad
guys, but these two were okay. We didn’t want any of their trinkets, but the
kids hung around anyway. First thing I know, my buddy’s with one kid. The other
one’s got an eyebrow cocked at me. I looked at him for the first time… you
know, really looked at him. Big bedroom eyes with the soul spilling out of
them. Shit, Forrest, he was pretty as a girl. So I just closed my eyes and let
him have at it. Salim, that was his name, Salim did it for the money, of
course, but he liked me a lot. Would rather do it for me than anybody else. So
I used to see him sort of regular. Made sure he had money for food and clothing
for his family. He made sure I stayed relaxed.”
Austin paused in his narration. “Made it
sorta hard to leave when my time came. I was fond of the little fucker. Woulda
brought him back with me if I could.” He shifted on the bed, and De la Roche
was afraid he was leaving, but he wasn’t. “What does that say about me?” he
asked harshly.
“Says you’re a caring man. Says you take
your sex seriously, not casually. Says a great deal about you, Austin.”
“Yeah, says I’m a fucking fairy.”
De la Roche laughed aloud. “I’ll bet
you’re the only guy in the world who’d say that.”
“Maybe. I’ve pounded on a guy or two who
made a move on me. But this was different. I don’t know how, but it was.”
Silence fell over the room until the
cowboy spoke again. “How about you? I wouldn’t have thought a big, important
man like you would… you know.”
De la Roche chuckled. “You’d be surprised
what a big, important man will do. Hell, Austin, I’m human like anybody else. But
for your information, mostly I stick to women… just as you do. I haven’t been
with a man since my divorce. That’s why I got it, incidentally. Elaine hired a
houseboy. She likes beautiful things, and he sure as hell was beautiful. She
was shocked out of her shoes when she found us together.”
“Be damned,” was Austin’s comment.
De la Roche woke the next morning alone in
the bed. The smell of frying bacon brought him to consciousness slowly. At
first, he wondered if last night had been a beautiful dream, but when he threw
back the covers and found that he was naked, he knew that it had actually
happened. Now came the next crisis. How would Austin react?
The big cowboy, dressed in his work
denims, gave him a shy smile when he came into the room. De la Roche realized
that the handsome young man had been worrying about his reaction. Make it as normal as possible.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning, Forrest. Sleep well….”
De la Roche laughed aloud as the cowpoke
almost bit his tongue over his slipup. “Extremely well—” He chuckled. “—after the
night got past a certain point. Are we going to act like adults about this, or
are we going to get mentally and emotionally constipated?”
Austin returned his laugh and relaxed. “Like
adults, I guess… even if we did act like teenagers last night.”
“I never had a teenager give me anything
so meaningful as last night,” De la Roche said baldly.
Austin turned serious a moment, meeting
his steady gaze before going back to his cooking. “Neither have I.”
“How’s the weather outside?”
“Overcast. We’ll have a shower or two, but
the storm’s over.”
“Austin,” he said to get the young man’s
attention. “I’m going to tell them it’s too unsettled and to wait until
tomorrow to come for me. If that’s all right with you, that is.”
The cowpoke flipped some bacon and then
turned those agate eyes on him. “It’s fine with me.” He paused a long moment. “In
fact, I’d like that.”
De la Roche’s chest swelled with a joy he
had not experienced in years. His throat constricted, but he managed to squeeze
out a few words. “Guess we better eat and get to work.”
Maybe we better," Austin said quietly, turning back to the bacon again.
Maybe we better," Austin said quietly, turning back to the bacon again.
*****
Well, well, well! Seems
like both of them got something of value last night. Great. But will
this turn into anything other than a wonderful memory for the men? Hard to say
at this point. They come from two different world. Perhaps Chapter 6 will give
us the answer.
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