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Jake nodded. "Yeah. Can see that. Won't let it happen."

They lay quietly for a long time, then drifted off to sleep. Jake woke up at the sound of Elias' alarm and eased out of the bed, trying not to wake Tor. He bent and kissed the man's forehead before going to his own room.

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Chapter Nine

The second time Jake was called into the office that week was the day after the fight, and it was only a routine conversation. The hands had been eating lunch on the porch and the rest had just buggered off to clean up when the Boss called him into the house and handed him a stack of brown envelopes. "Can you take these to the bunkhouse on your way?"

"Sure, sir. Not a problem." As he walked he flipped through the stack looking for his.

Every day when the mail came in from the post office the Boss sorted it into envelopes for each hand. The Boss firmly believed in a man's right to privacy, to the extent that he didn't think anyone needed to see what the hands got in the mail. If he could have, he would have had the postmaster separate if for him.

Jake had always thought that kind of funny, seeing as how if there were ever more than four full time hands living on the ranch two had to share a room. However, mail was sacred to the Boss, so…brown envelopes.

Jake went into the house and put the other three envelopes on the kitchen table, taking his into his room. Seed catalogue and the results from the physical all the hands had been through a few weeks back for the ranch's insurance. It said exactly what he thought it would. He was a healthy male of thirty–five, with no illnesses, heart problems, viruses or anything else. He tossed the letter on his nightstand and went back to work.

Late in the afternoon he was just heading into the hay barn when he heard someone coming up fast behind him. He turned his head in time to see Tor stride past him.

"Tor–"

Tor didn't stop, but he did turn around and grin, walking backwards. Then he stopped, and whacked Jake on the chest with an envelope, pushing it into his hands, and ran into the barn.

Jake knew what it was before he opened it. Tor's physical results, stating that he was clean and healthy. It was also an invitation, if Tor's grin was anything to go by. He stood in the yard reading the letter, momentarily bothered by the fact that the letter was addressed to someone named Mark Flynn. He'd never figured he'd be fucking a guy whose real name he didn't even know.

Jake stuffed the envelope in his pocket and went into the barn, looking for Tor and not finding him. "Where are you?" he called out.

"Here. C'mon up and see me." Tor's voice came from the back of the loft and Jake headed up the ladder, knowing he was going to find a naked and horny man waiting for him.

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He grinned and moved to the back of the loft with a bit of struggle. Place was full of bales, he couldn't figure out how Tor had managed to find a place that wasn't right out in the open.

He hadn't.

Tor was leaning up against a pile of bales, naked and hard, stroking his cock and grinning like an idiot.

Jake shook his head and stripped off his t–shirt, then pressed up against Tor, kissing him hard.

"Nice news."

"Yeah. Saw yours…went looking for it. Get naked, want to taste you."

Jake didn't wait for a second invitation, stripping down fast, sighing when his erection was free of his jeans. He was barely naked when Tor was on him, pushing him onto his back and swallowing his cock.

"Oh, God yes!"

They were sprawled out on the hard bales, lying on their clothes, shirts and jeans saving their backs from the prickly hay. Jake moaned as Tor licked at the head of his prick, tongue dancing as it teased over him. He shifted around, turning until he was lying underneath Tor and able to return the favour, licking at Tor's shaft like a starving man at a banquet.

Tor was making needy sounds deep in his throat as Jake took him in, the sounds traveling up his spine and making him moan around Tor. Jake felt like he was drowning in the sensation, feeling Tor's mouth on him, sucking him hard and long, Tor's mouth sliding up and down in deep pulls. Tor's tongue was sliding and rasping on his cock, and the wet heat of the man's mouth was so fucking good.

He sucked at the head of Tor's cock, playing with the slit with the tip of his tongue and Tor's noises got louder and even more needy and hungry. When Jake opened up and sucked him in further Tor bucked and started moving, fucking his mouth.

Jake rolled Tor's balls with his fingers and opened his throat as much as he could, Tor's need making him ready and willing to do anything to bring Tor over. Tor was licking at his cock with every movement, taking him in deep and playing with his balls. Jake groaned and grabbed Tor's hips, pulling Tor into his mouth as he swallowed around Tor's cock, his own hips thrusting up into Tor's hot mouth.

Tor began to shudder and Jake felt himself getting close, the taste of Tor's cock, the smell of his sweat and musk taking him higher than ever before, and knowing that there wasn't 70

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any need to stop, no need to lose that sweet mouth around him, drove him over. With a strangled cry around Tor's prick Jake came, shooting deep into Tor's mouth, feeling Tor swallow it all.

Jake was still coming when Tor thrust down into his mouth once more before freezing, then jerking hard as Jake tasted hot come in his mouth, in his throat. He swallowed, not letting Tor stop moving, his hands still guiding Tor in and out as he sucked Tor dry.

Jake kept sucking and licking, shuddering with his own orgasm as Tor licked at him, cleaning him off. Jake calmed, felt himself relax, but he kept working Tor, teasing him, not letting his cock soften.

Tor released his prick with a kiss and moaned, moving his hips and sliding in and out of Jake's mouth. They twisted again, so Jake was on top, teasing Tor with his mouth and hands. Jake licked at Tor like he was an ice cream on a hot day, then moved down drawing one of Tor's balls into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Oh yeah, Jake. Feels so good, tastes so good."

Jake hummed a little, loving listening to Tor. He licked along Tor's scar, sucking gently, trying not to make the bruise from his beating worse, but still acknowledging the scar and the more recent pain. Tor moaned softly.

"Yes, please, Jake, want you. Want to be in you."

Jake felt his cock twitch is response, the thought of that lovely cock in him without a goddamn barrier. Oh yes.

He kissed his way up to Tor's mouth and plunged his tongue in, fucking Tor's mouth with it. Tor was reaching around him, searching through clothes but not letting his mouth go, his hips pushing his cock into Jake's. Jake felt himself start to get hard again and rubbed up against him, friction doing its job on them both.

Tor finally found what he was looking for and Jake thanked everyone he could think of that it was lube. With a groan of pure lust Tor flipped him over and draped him over a hay bale, ass high.

"God, you are so fucking hot, Jake. So sexy. Love your ass, so fucking tight." Tor slid two slick fingers into Jake and scissored them, moving in and out only a few times before leaving him empty again.

"Tor, God, Tor, need you."

"Right here," Tor said in his ear as Tor slid his cock into Jake.

They both groaned as Tor pushed in deep.

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"Oh fuck, Jake. So good."

"Oh God. Oh God, just…just stay. No, move. Oh fuck…"

Tor laughed and started moving, sliding out real slow before going deep again. They moved together, Jake's hips moving back to take him in, picking up speed.

"You look so hot, laid out like this. Want to fuck you over and over."

"No objection. Oh God! Right there!"

Tor chuckled and changed his angle to hit Jake's prostate on every thrust, speeding up as he did.

"Know what I'm gonna do, Jake? I'm gonna make you fucking scream. Maybe not right now, but I'm gonna have you so hot for me that you'll beg me to do this. And then I'll fuck you through the wall."

"Christ Tor, gonna come if you keep talking." Jake groaned again as Tor's cock hit his sweet spot.

"Know what I want to do to you, Jake? I want to tie you up. Want you spread out and begging for me, not able to move. What do you think, rope or one of the leather harnesses?"

"Oh God, yes!" Jake screamed and came, shooting hard and long. Tor hadn't even touched his cock.

Tor cried out as Jake spasmed around him and Jake felt Tor's warmth flood him, felt Tor's cock throb and pulse.

They lay draped over the bale until Tor got his breath back, then Jake felt Tor slide out of his body and he whimpered at the loss. Tor pulled him down onto his lap and kissed Jake, nice and slow, mouth hot and wet.

"Fucking amazing."

"Yeah. Christ…You really want to tie me up?"

Tor grinned at him, eyes dark and wicked, making Jake shiver.

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Chapter Ten

The third time Jake was called to the office was at the end of the week and he went into the house wondering what the hell was going on now. He hadn't spent so much time in there since he had first been on the ranch and the Boss was trying to find out exactly what his problem was.

When he went in there were two men with the Boss. New hands, to replace the ones who had been fired for attacking Tor.

"Jake, this is Tommy and Kevin. They're starting in the morning. This is Jake Taggart, my foreman."

Jake offered his hand and the one named Tommy said hello.

Kevin grinned and said, "Call me Hound. Everyone does."

Jake smiled and nodded, then looked at the Boss when he said "Hound's going to be moving into the bunkhouse. Thought you and the others would like to sort out who's going to be sharing a room, and then late tomorrow you all can shift the furniture around," the Boss said.

Jake stared at him. When they had to share before it was simply a matter of letting the last one hired know he had a roommate and trading rooms around until the biggest room had two beds.

The Boss was looking him the eye and Jake clued in. Right, two guys in a room. Boss's eyes were telling him Hell, if you two are sleeping together might as well share a room, right? There was always the whole 'new guy shares a room with the gay cowboy' thing, too–Tor was last one hired and it may not be a good idea to stick him with a green hand, now that everyone on the ranch new that he was gay.

But fuck, that wasn't a great idea.

Jake nodded and said, "I'll tell them. We'll get it sorted, sir."

He walked slowly to the bunkhouse, not sure how to approach this. Tell Tor first? Tell them all that Tor was getting a roommate and go from there? He was pretty sure that him and Tor sharing a room would lead to more fights, and damn it all why did this have to happen now? Jake wasn't sure if he was ready to be actually living with Tor, and he was damn certain that Tor didn't want to be living with him.

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Maybe it would be easiest to tell Kip that he was getting a roommate. It was the only way that things would stay peaceful, as long as Kip didn't kick up a fuss because he was senior to Tor.

When he got to the bunkhouse the other three hands were all sitting in the kitchen having supper.

"What did the Boss want?" Elias said as Jake got a plate for himself.

Jake sat down at the table and started eating. "Hired two new hands. Some guy named Tommy, looks good on paper, should work out okay."

Tor looked up. "What about the other one? Not so good?"

Jake shook his head. "No, he should be fine, too. Name's Hound. He's moving in with us."

There was a chorus of groans from everyone.

"There goes my private bath," Elias said with a scowl.

"Yeah, you've got the biggest room," Kip said. "So, who gets to share with new guy?

Tor?"

Jake looked at Tor and met his dark eyes. "Yeah, if he wants to," Jake said, looking away when Tor looked surprised.

"That a good idea?" Tor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Things are pretty stirred up, and I don't think I like the idea of the new guy freaking when he finds out about the shit that happened this week."

Elias snorted. "Hell, don't know why we're even talkin' about this. The only thing that makes sense is for you two to share. Not like everybody doesn't know. And I don't like the idea of people talkin' about who's sharing beds in here." He got up and went to the fridge.

"Damn it, Elias, it isn't that easy," Jake said.

Tor looked at him and said, "Why the hell not? He's right, not like everyone doesn't know."

Kip sputtered a little and went red. "Umm, I think that if you two are…together…then you should share. Don't see why not."

Jake rolled his eyes. "You want to live with every girl you've slept with, Kip?"

"Well, yeah."

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Tor grinned. "Virgin before Beth, right?" Kip glared at him, and Tor looked at Jake. "I think maybe we should take this somewhere else."

Jake nodded and got up to go before Elias stopped them.

"Look, I don't know what the deal is with you two, and outside of getting in fights with idiots I don't want to. But if Kip or me winds up sharing a room with anyone I'm gonna be pissed. 'Cause every night I'm gonna be thinkin' that there is an empty room in this house and if you two are gonna be fucking sneaking around in the mornings to find your own beds then it's not fair to us. Go get yourselves sorted, but think about it." Elias nodded at Tor and left, heading into the living room.

Jake sat down again, slowly. He hadn't thought of it that way. A glance at Tor told him that he was in deep shit if he didn't say something fast.

"Fuck. Tor–"

"Man has a point, Taggart," Tor interrupted. "Look. The whole fucking ranch knows about the other night, right? And they know that the Boss isn't gonna stand for shit. Aside from the fact that it makes sense to have the two gay guys who happen to be fucking–" he looked up as Kip fled the room and shook his head. "The two of us sharing a room if one needs to be shared, it might actually make things calmer around here if dumb asses don't think that we're panting after everything in jeans."

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