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Jake turned from the window and took a book off the shelf by the bed, not even looking at the title. He held it for a minute and slammed it back in, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't alone in the house. He froze and listened hard to the sounds the house made at night. He could still hear Elias snoring, not much chance of stirring him up before dawn.

Kip was out, said he was going to stay at Beth's for the night. Tor…well, thinking about Tor wasn't the mental torture he was currently engaging in. Thinking about Tor was becoming more and more a way to relax. And that worried him.

There was a soft knock on the door and he said, "Yeah, c'mon in," knowing it was the man himself.

The door swung open and Tor came in, wearing only a pair boxers.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you," Jake said, keeping his voice low.

Tor shut the door behind him and shook his head. "Didn't, man. Not with that anyway.

I've been listening to you toss about for an hour, at least." Tor came in and swung himself into the chair in the corner, just looking at him.

Jake sighed. "Yeah, well. One of those nights, you know?"

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Tor just nodded at him, his dark eyes serious. Jake wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Tor, it was just that he didn't want to talk. Tor nodded again, like he'd made a decision, and stood up.

"Lie down, Taggart. On your belly."

Jake raised an eyebrow, but turned and lay down on the bed. Tor climbed on after him, onto him, straddling his hips, and started working at Jake's back with strong fingers. He didn't say anything, just kneaded the muscles until Jake started to relax, and kept on going for ages until Jake felt like he was made of Jello. Jake closed his eyes and started to drift off.

"Better?" Tor whispered in his ear, his hands slowing.

"Mmmph."

Tor chuckled quietly and leaned forward again, kissed his shoulder blade. "G'night, Jake." Then he got off him, got off the bed.

"Stay."

Jake knew in that instant that Tor wouldn't stay, that he would just go, quietly, and that everything would feel different now. He knew that in a few days, or in a week, they would steal a moment somewhere and get off together, and that it would feel too strange, too unlike the way it was supposed to be. That it would change everything forever, and that he had just crossed a line they both knew was there and that wasn't supposed to be crossed, and that he had just fucked everything up unless he could open his mouth right now and say something, anything, to take it back and smooth it over and…

Tor was back on the bed with him, wrapping a strong arm around Jake’s chest, pulling him close. Jake smiled and shifted even closer, hooking a leg around Tor's and wrapping his own arm around Tor's back.

"G'night, Tor."

"Go to sleep. Idiot."

"Mmmph."

~*~*~

When Jake woke up it was the grey of early dawn and he knew Tor was wide awake by the insistent nudge of a hard cock in his hip. He opened an eye and saw Tor ginning at him.

"Finally. Thought I was gonna have to go jerk off in the shower."

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Jake groaned and closed his eye again, snuggling down, hoping to get more sleep.

"C'mon, Taggart, show me what you got." Tor rolled them over and braced himself on his arms, leering down at Jake.

"Sleepy."

Tor shook his head and grinned. "Your cock's not. Tell ya what, you sleep through this and I'll let you do me anyway you want next time."

"How 'bout I get into this and you let me do you anyway I want next time?" Jake thrust his hips up and snickered when Tor groaned, grinding back onto him.

"Yeah, whatever, just get naked." Jake noted that Tor already was, and wondered only briefly when that had happened. Didn’t matter, he decided; he was just glad that it was true.

"Get off me, then."

"God, you’re pushy." Tor rolled off him and Jake skinned off his boxers, throwing them in the corner with Tor's, then pointed to the nightstand.

By the time Tor managed to get a rubber and the lube out of the drawer Jake was flat on his back, stroking his cock with a tight fist, feet planted so his legs were spread wide. He knew he looked like an utter slut, but hell, Tor had woken him up.

Tor just raised an eyebrow and tossed the condom in his face. "Hold that." He swatted Jake's hands away and added, "That's mine."

Jake was going to laugh, until Tor bent down and took him in his mouth, swallowing him almost to the root. "Oh, shit…" Jake bucked up into Tor's mouth and almost crawled out of his skin when Tor started sucking on him. He was doing a swirling thing with his tongue and sucking so hard Jake wondered if he was still going to have a dick when he was done.

"'S like…a fucking tornado!"

Tor came off his cock with a grin. "That's my name."

"Suits."

"Don't you forget it."

"Won't. Do it again."

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"Nope, got other plans for you," Tor said, opening the lube. "Just keep quiet. Don't want Elias barging in, wondering why you're screaming your fool head off."

Elias. Right. And now there were strong, slick fingers making their way between Jake's ass and balls and oh yes, it had been far too long since he'd felt that. Jake moaned softly as Tor pushed in, thankful it was only one finger when he felt the slight burn.

"Jesus, Taggart. You sure you've done this before? I haven't felt anything this tight since…fuck, I can't remember."

Jake relaxed and felt fire build at the base of his spine. "It's been awhile. Told you that."

Tor moved his finger in and out and added another with a hiss. "So tight…Christ, Taggart, how long?"

Jake sucked in air as those wonderful fingers found his prostate and shifted down, trying to get them to brush against it again.

"How long?" Tor asked intently, moving his fingers out.

Jake shook his head. "Can't think, just, please, Tor…"

Then there were three and Tor was fucking touching his sweet spot. Not pushing, not moving, not brushing it. Just. Touching. Jake was all over the bed, trying not to be loud but losing it anyway, needing more. His hands were fisting the sheets and he tossed his head in frustration.

Tor moved his fingers away and said, "Still got that rubber, Taggart? Open 'er up for me."

Jake stared at him, trying to think. Oh, right. He found the foil packet and managed to get it open without tearing the condom, which he figured was a small miracle, and passed it to Tor.

Tor eased his fingers out and put it on, then lifted Jake's legs to his shoulders, guiding his cock to where Jake wanted it most.

"How long, Taggart?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Spring…"

Tor started to push into him. "Oh God, Jake, so fucking tight. You have no idea how good you feel."

Jake just thrust his hips, trying to get Tor to hurry up and fill him.

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"Spring? Shit, man, that's only–what, four months?" Tor was still taking his sweet time sliding in, but the strain was showing in the way his arms were tense, the way the muscles on his abdomen flexed.

"Spring of two thousand…"

Tor pushed all the way in and sighed softly, then leaned over to kiss Jake's chest. "Two thousand and what?"

"Just two fucking thousand, now will you fuck me?"

"Two and half fucking years? Oh, hell." Tor started to move. "Man, this isn't going to last, you're so tight, you feel so good. Gotta just do it…"

Jake didn't bother replying, just started bucking up. Tor grabbed his hips and slammed into him, hitting his prostate on every thrust, grinding into his ass and soon they were lost, fighting to keep quiet but Jake was loving the noises, the words, the way Tor was losing it all together and swearing he'd never felt anything so good.

Then there was a fist on his cock and Jake shoved his own hand in his mouth to keep from screaming as he came, shooting all over them both, feeling the hot come hit his chest and belly. Tor shuddered and swore, then Jake could feel him coming in his ass, thick hard cock pulsing in his body and making him feel so fucking connected to the world.

~*~*~

Tor was still laying on top of him.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked. He was actually curious. Tor wasn't sleeping, and his breathing was back to normal. He was just…laying there.

"Lookin' around. How long you been here?"

Jake glanced around the room. "Thirteen years." There wasn't much to show for the time.

Lots of books. Some magazines. No family pictures, like the others had. Just…regular stuff. He didn't really need much.

"What's that?" Tor asked, moving his head slightly.

Jake smacked him lightly. "What's what, idiot? Can't see where you're lookin'."

"Fuck off. Top shelf of the bookcase."

Jake looked, knowing what Tor was talking about. "Lego."

"Lego?"

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"Lego."

"Isn't that for little kids? My niece, Susie, loves the stuff." Tor raised his head and smirked. "She's six. What the fuck are you doing with Lego?"

Jake pushed Tor onto the floor and stood up, walking to the shelf, only a little stiff. He grabbed one of the boxes at random and handed it to Tor, saying, "Take this. Put it together. Take it apart. Put it back in the box and give it to me. Then we'll talk about if Lego is only for kids."

Tor stood up and took the box, then looked at Jake. "You're serious. You want me to play with kid’s toys?"

Jake moved forward and stood close to him, and slowly licked Tor's neck, from collarbone to ear and then along his jaw to his mouth. "I'll let you play with all my toys, Tor."

Tor moved forward and kissed him, none too gently and they heard Elias' alarm go off.

"Fuck."

"Later."

"Often."

"Get out of my room."

"Yeah, I'm going."

But they were still kissing. Finally, Jake moved Tor to the door by pushing him with his body and they broke apart.

"See you in the barn."

"Yeah. Get out." Jake kissed him once more and opened the door and pushed him into the hall.

Tor just grinned and crossed the hall. Jake smiled back.

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Part Two

Chapter Four

The Boss knew how to throw a party.

Every year, after hay season and the cattle auctions were done, he had an end of year bash that was damn near legendary in Arkansas. Three nights and two days of play—kids running around, pick up games of ball, and tons of food. The second night was given over to a huge dance with live music, people coming from all over to enjoy themselves and drink the night away. The first night was much the same, though the music came from CDs.

Over the course of the weekend, a couple of hundred people would wind up on Gillian’s spread. Cowboys, their families, out of town guests…it was a hell of a good time, and one of the two best chances in a year that a cowboy had to find some casual fun.

Jake figured he might just have found his fun when he wound up with Ben Knox on top of him during a pick up game of touch football. The ‘touch’ part was being blatantly disregarded in favour of a slow, subtle grind. When Ben was hauled off of him, Jake met his eyes and grinned before standing up and walking to the fence to take a break.

“Who’s that?” Tor asked, suddenly appearing beside him, his eyes full of laughter, his smile slow and sexy.

Jake blushed, he knew he did. “Who?” he asked, watching the game.

Tor laughed softly. “The guy who was humping your leg while looking like he wasn’t.”

Jake looked at Tor again, trying to gauge his reaction. He had no idea if fun with Ben would fit into whatever the hell it was he and Tor had going. However, Tor seemed amused and a little turned on; certainly not pissed. Thank God. Jake didn’t need the stress, and he had no real idea if they had rules he was supposed to know about.

“Name’s Ben Knox,” he said. “From Stafford’s place.”

Tor nodded and grinned. “And?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “And what?”

“What’s he like? Looks like he would be fun.” Oh yeah, Tor was loving this. Bastard.

“No idea,” Jake said, then winced as Ben wound up on the bottom of a pile. He’d sort of had plans for the parts of Ben that were currently getting smushed.

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Tor was staring at him with one eyebrow raised, waiting. Jake sighed and said, “We’ve been missing each other for about four years now. Never managed to get past a two minute groping session before being interrupted. Last time was more than a year ago, at the auction.”

Tor threw his head back and laughed. “Jesus. That’s unbelievable.”

Jake had a hard time believing it, too. Every time he and Ben got within talking distance something would happen, and then nothing would happen. It was a challenge now.

“Yeah. Sucks. Or not.” He shrugged one shoulder and contemplated getting back in the game. Lots of chances for getting under Ben out there.

Jake fucking loved touch football.

Tor laughed again. “You aiming to fix that tonight?” he asked.

“Depends,” Jake said, deciding to stay where he was as Ben started to limp toward them.

“On what?” Tor moved away a little, but his arm came up to rest on the fence behind Jake’s shoulders.

Another cowboy moved away from the spectators and slid into step with Ben.

“On how you feel about threesomes. Or four, as the case might be,” Jake said lightly. He was gratified to hear Tor’s calm shatter with a sharp hiss. “That’s Ben’s man. Name’s Jeff. Nice guy.”

And he was. Jeff was also one of the sexiest men Jake had ever seen, tall and built, classically handsome. Ben was a little shorter than both Jeff and Tor, almost exactly the same height as Jake, more fair haired and country than Jeff. Jake wanted to lick Ben all over, had been wanting to for a long, long time.

“Jesus,” seemed to be Tor’s only reply as the cowboys reached them.

Jeff smiled at Jake and shook his hand. “Long time, Taggart.”

“Has been, yeah. This is Tornado. Tor, this is Ben and Jeff.”