Chapter Six

THE RAINS had finally come, and while the day was working up to be a hot one, the humidity was relatively low. A welcomed alternative to the hell it had been the day before. Elliott was tempted to flip on the lights he’d just finished wiring and installing, but the solar grids needed a full twenty-four hours to charge. Prior to working on the oil rigs, he’d worked as an electrician and it was fun getting back to doing something he enjoyed. All the better that the work was for himself rather than someone else. It was rewarding.

The bathroom, kitchen, and living room wired, outlets and lights installed, Elliott figured he deserved a little break before moving on to the bedroom and outdoors. He was ahead of where he wanted to be for the day and feeling pretty damn good about it. He grabbed his sunglasses off the counter and headed out front in search of Clay. Clay had spent the day with chainsaw in hand, taking on the tree that had fallen across the front yard. Elliott hadn’t heard it running in a while, so maybe Clay was ready for a break too. If he wasn’t, Elliott would insist.

Elliott rounded the front of the house and stopped dead in his tracks and stared in awe at the sight before him. The tree was gone, in its place mounds of sawdust and large logs. The branches and leaves were nowhere to be found. Clay definitely had earned himself a little time off. Elliott headed to the other end of the house and found Clay working behind the shed. A smile curled Elliott’s lip.

There was just something about watching a man swing an ax that ignited all kinds of tingling sensations in him. Especially when said man was wearing nothing but a pair of old bib overalls and work boots. Elliott leaned his shoulder against a maple tree and slid his opposite hand down to press his palm against his growing erection, enjoying the sight in front of him. Sun glinted off sweat-dampened muscles as they flexed and rolled with each swing Clay made with the ax. His auburn hair was plastered to his brow and a look of concentration graced his handsome face. He lifted the ax high and brought it down with a powerful swing, splitting the large log in two. Clay then leaned over to pick up the split wood, the perfect position for Elliott to move up behind him, slide those bibs down, and fill that sweet tight ass he knew he’d find beneath the denim. The image made his dick twitch, and he groaned. The sound was louder than he realized because Clay looked back over his shoulder, his gaze instantly going to the movement of Elliott’s hand. Clay grinned slyly and slowly went to an upright position.

“See something you like?” Clay drawled. “Let me guess. You’re enjoying watching me work while you do nothing but hold up that old tree there.”

“I’m working hard over here,” Elliott informed him. He moved his hand faster across his cock.

Clay chuckled. “Slow down there, bud. I only have a couple more logs to split, and then you can join me in the river and I’ll give you a hand with….” He raked his eyes up and down Elliott’s body and licked his lips when his gaze settled on Elliott’s crotch. “Hard work.”

Elliott pushed off from the tree and popped the button on his jeans as he started to stalk toward Clay, continuing to work his dick with his other hand. “I don’t know, Clay. This is a very delicate instrument and once it’s heated up, it’s best not to delay using it. May rupture or something.”

“Is that so?” Clay swiped the back of his hand over his wet brow, pushing the hair out of his eyes. “I’m pretty dirty to be handling such a fine instrument.”

Elliott reached Clay just as he lowered his arm and ran his hand over his thigh. He grabbed Clay’s wrist and spun him around. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not going to need your hands for this job.”

He pressed up close, sliding his hands around Clay’s waist and pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot at the base of Clay’s neck, then swiped his tongue over the same spot, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

“Mmm, you taste good. Like hard work and sunshine.”

Clay covered Elliott’s hands with his and pressed back against Elliott. They were the same height, and Clay’s ass fit perfectly against Elliott’s groin. Clay didn’t say anything; body swaying spoke for him. He obviously wasn’t in that big of a hurry to finish the logs or hit the river. He shoved Elliott’s hands downward until they were covering Clay’s erection. Elliott curled his fingers slightly around Clay’s cock, still kissing, licking, and tasting the clean sweat and heat of Clay’s tanned skin. He brushed his lips over the shell of Clay’s ear, and even in the heat of the North Dakota summer, Clay shivered.

Elliott pulled one hand free, slid it up Clay’s stomach and chest, and unfastened the clasps on his bibs. He arched back slightly, and the only thing keeping them from pooling around Clay’s ankles was the hold Elliott had on his cock. “I like these bibs on you. Easy access.”

“I wear them just for you,” Clay moaned, snapping his hips just a little.

“And I appreciate it,” Elliott responded. He knew Clay would wear the damn things even if Elliott hated them. He’d mentioned time and time again how the bibs were unrestricting, protected delicate body parts yet let the air flow around. They were baggy and did nothing to show off one of Clay’s best attributes, his ass, but the easy access to what lay beneath the denim made up for any fashion slights.

Clay wriggled his ass, causing a delicious friction against Elliott’s dick. “I can tell. I can also tell how hard your work is.”

Elliott licked a path down from Clay’s ear to the crook of neck and shoulder, smiling against his skin when the action caused Clay to shudder again. Elliott mouthed the tense muscle bulging behind Clay’s collarbone, teeth sinking in just a little.

“Damn! Watch those teeth,” Clay moaned. His words sounded like protest, but his actions didn’t match. He leaned his head back, tilting it to give Elliott plenty of room to work. Clay’s neck was ultrasensitive and he loved it when Elliott gnawed and sucked on it. Elliott would have to make it up to him later. He was too wound up after watching Clay work that ax, and he hadn’t been lying about the risk of rupture. Elliott licked his way down Clay’s spine as he released his hold on Clay’s cock, letting his bibs slide to the ground. Before going to his knees, Elliott pulled lube and a condom from the front pocket of his jeans. He dropped them on the ground next to him then grabbed two handfuls of Clay’s ass and squeezed. “Hands on your knees.”

“What are you up to back there?” Clay asked, but he did as Elliott instructed.

“If I have to explain it to you, then I’m doing something wrong.”

“Better give me another lesson then,” Clay drawled wryly.

Elliott pulled Clay’s asscheeks apart and stabbed that sweet hole with his tongue. There were no more words from Clay, only a deep rumbling sound, all teasing and posturing done.

Elliott feasted on Clay’s ass, his dark earthy flavor exploding across Elliott’s tongue. Releasing Clay’s right cheek, Elliott fumbled to get the lube open and his fingers slicked up with only one hand. It would have been a hell of a lot easier with two, but he wasn’t willing to give up his treat. The response, the sounds he was getting from Clay, was another thing he wasn’t yet ready to give up.

Finally, he was able to add one slick finger to the party, pushing it deep into Clay’s tight ass, and was rewarded with increased squirming as well as howls and pleas for more. Elliott was more than happy to oblige him and added a second finger alongside the first. He worked his fingers at a quick pace, scissoring them, stretching, opening Clay up. He needed to be inside him right fucking now, but he’d never cause Clay any unnecessary pain no matter how horny Elliott was.

Clay was dancing on Elliott’s fingers, his mumbling incoherent until he suddenly shouted out, “For Christ’s sake would you just fuck me already.”

It was exactly what Elliott had been waiting for. He pulled his fingers free, snatched up the condom, and surged to his feet. “About damn time you asked.”

“Just hurry up, will ya?” Clay pleaded, his voice strained. He moved a couple of inches and placed his hands on the tree stump he’d been using to split logs. Smart man. He was going to need something to brace himself on. Elliott didn’t know how gentle he could be.

His cock sheathed, Elliott took position behind Clay, pulled his cheeks apart again, and this time it was his cock going deep into that tight hole rather than his tongue or finger. Clay grunted at the invasion but pushed back at the same time, forcing Elliott even deeper.

Egged on, Elliott grabbed Clay’s hips and pulled back until only the head of his cock was breaching Clay. Then in one hard and fast thrust, he went to the hilt again. He continued the pattern, heavy balls slapping skin, grunts and moans filling the afternoon air. They found the perfect rhythm with Elliott giving, Clay taking and giving it right back. Two powerful bodies moving together.

Sweat trickled down Elliott’s brow, dripping into his eyes, burning them. He ignored the sting, never slowing down or releasing his grip on Clay’s hips, blunt fingers digging in harder. It felt so fucking good his toes were curling. He knew it couldn’t last. A knot already formed at the base of his spine. Clay’s ass clamped down on his dick, demanding more. The sights and sounds of his lover pushed him faster and faster toward the edge.

“Grab your cock, baby, because I’m about to fucking blow,” Elliott gritted out, his movements already becoming erratic.

Clay grabbed his dick, stroking frantically. “Do it!” he demanded.

Shredded, Elliott gritted his teeth, holding back until Clay’s body went rigid for a split second before he cried out his release. Only then did Elliott release the tightly held reins of his control, filling the condom deep inside Clay, his tight channel spasming, demanding every fucking drop until Elliott was spent. With the last of his strength, he slumped forward, lying across Clay’s back. Breathing harshly, heart hammering and legs shaking, he allowed Clay to hold him. Clay did, became Elliott’s strength until he could stand on his own two feet. Clay had always been his strength, both physically and emotionally.

Elliott pressed a kiss between Clay’s shoulder blades. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” Clay responded, his voice low and husky, content.

Elliott kissed Clay one more time, then straightened up. He groaned when the movement forced him to slip from Clay’s body. “How about you carry me to the river then.”

Clay chuckled and grabbed his bibs, pulling them up as he went upright. He fastened the clasps, then pulled a bandana from his pocket and swiped it across his face. Only then did he turn and smile at Elliott. “You’re too fucking heavy, and it’s too hot to be carrying your ass all the way down to the river, but….” His smile grew. “Since you did do all that hard work, I’ll wash your back.”

“Yeah, it’s the least you can do.” Elliott pulled off the condom and dropped it on the ground before fastening up his jeans. “But I’d really like it if you’d carry me.”

Clay brushed past him. “Not going to happen, babe, and pick that up.”

Elliott eyed the condom, then watched as Clay strolled toward the path.

“You want me to wash your back, you better hurry up. You know, I don’t know how much more energy I have.”

Elliott wasn’t really all that disappointed that Clay didn’t carry him. Hell, with the way the man was walking, he was probably having a hard enough time getting himself to the water’s edge. That was all right. Being washed by his sexy-as-fuck lover was the next best thing. He leaned down, picked up the condom, package, and lube from the ground, then hurried to catch up.