(Dianne) Fox Writes

Life in the Country
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Riaz was paying attention to his work.  Honest.  He looked at the handful of chard he’d just ripped up and stuffed it back in the ground.  Whoops.  It wasn’t his fault Jamie was being so distracting.

Jamie was down on his knees making sure the netting to keep the rabbits from the garden was staked down tight.  Down on his knees with his ass in the air.  Riaz could smell Jamie’s sun-warmed skin over the scents of tomato plants and basil.  He stopped himself before he pulled up an innocent radish in the next row.  Jamie wiggled his ass.  Nice, ripe ass.  Ready for biting… and other things.

*

Jamie stretched out to reach one of the stakes on the far side of the row, spreading his knees for balance.  A low sound got his attention and he turned toward Riaz.  Riaz was wearing nothing but a pair of ridiculous red board shorts with huge white palm trees printed on them.  Jamie would’ve laughed at Riaz’s taste in clothes, but he got distracted by the sight of Riaz’s dark chest, bare except for the little hemp and bead choker he always wore and shiny with sweat.

Jamie caught Riaz’s expression and grinned.  He’d been hoping Riaz would show a little interest, one of these days.  Being best friends was great, but why couldn’t there be a few benefits in there now that they were older?  He wiggled his ass a little, knowing the soft cotton gym shorts were damp with sweat and clung to him like a second skin.

*

Bastard.  Riaz blinked sweat out of his eyes and wondered if the heat was getting to him.  When Jamie wiggled again, on purpose, the second time, he knew he was being baited.  Son of a bitch.  The sun glistened on the ridges of muscle on either side of Jamie’s spine, on his broad shoulders.  Riaz had been such a good boy for so long, long after they’d both come out.  They were friends.  Sweaty ass-wiggling was not friendly.

Riaz growled and crawled toward Jamie, doing his best not to crush the romaine lettuce on his way.  Fuck the vegetables.  It wasn’t nice to tease.  As soon as he got close enough, he lunged forward and bit that sweet, ripe ass, hard.  Yummy.

*

Jamie yelped, swinging his arm back to smack Riaz on the shoulder with one dirty hand.  “Hey! That hurt!”  He pouted at Riaz, rubbing the cheek of his ass.  “Jackass.”  It didn’t hurt that much, but Jamie didn’t want to admit how much of a turn-on it had been, either.  His dick was already hardening in his shorts.

“You wiggle, you pay.”  Riaz was unperturbed.  He laughed at Jamie.  “I didn’t even bite you that hard.”  Before Jamie could move, Riaz grabbed the waist of his shorts and tugged them down.  The cotton shorts twisted up as they rolled down his thighs.  Getting them back up was going to be impossible.  “I didn’t even… oops, there is a mark.”  Riaz sat back on his heels and gave Jamie the most wide-eyed unapologetic look in the history of people looking at each other.  Ever.  Then he bit his lip.

“Fucker.”  Jamie scowled at Riaz.  He tried to crawl backward a little so he could kneel up and get his shorts back on, but they were so tangled and tight that he didn’t move more than a few inches.  “It was too that hard.”  And then Jamie realized exactly why he shouldn’t be glaring at Riaz.  “Going to kiss it and make it better?”

Riaz, quite solemnly, took off the backwards baseball cap he was wearing to keep his wild black curls in check, and he hung it over a tomato cage.  “I’m sorry,” he said contritely.  He batted his dark lashes at Jamie, then leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss on the mark he’d made.

Jamie swallowed down a moan, but he couldn’t help the way his body arched into the kiss.  Maybe it was supposed to be a joke, but his dick didn’t care.  “Yeah,” he muttered, but even he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be forgiveness or encouragement.

*

Riaz didn’t care what exactly that noise was supposed to be.  What it wasn’t mattered more.  Whatever it was, it wasn’t ’stop kissing my fine white ass’ and it wasn’t ‘don’t slide your tongue over my silky, sweaty skin’ and then after that, it sure as hell wasn’t ‘quit licking up the long, smooth line of my spine until you’re biting the back of my neck’.  It wasn’t any of those things at all.

None of the noises Jamie was making sounded remotely like Riaz wasn’t supposed to be doing what he was doing, or like Jamie’s sleek back wasn’t supposed to be sliding against his chest as Jamie pushed back against him.  They were usually pretty clear on boundaries like that.  Riaz licked up under Jamie’s ear.  “I’m sorry,” he said again.

*

“Jesus,” Jamie muttered, trying to catch his breath.  His body was moving without his control, pushing back against Riaz, but he didn’t care enough to stop.  This was what he’d wanted.  “It’s okay.  It is.  But I’m going to be really pissed off if you stop now.”

Jamie turned his head, straining to catch Riaz’s mouth in a kiss.  The way Riaz groaned made it sound like Riaz didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.  Good.  Because Jamie’s ass was bare and his dick was hard and Riaz’s mouth still tasted of the strawberries they’d eaten at lunch.

They were really good at this communication thing.  Riaz tugged his own shorts down enough to free his dick and when he pushed forward, he slid between Jamie’s thighs, groaning again.  After an afternoon in the sun, the sensitive flesh there was warm and damp and just slick enough for fucking.  Jamie’s shorts were all but tying his legs together, which worked just fine for Jamie.  He liked it like this, and now it was with the guy he liked best.

*

The best part was knowing that Jamie liked it like this: outside, impromptu, dressed.  The way Jamie whined and bucked back was just confirmation of all the stories Riaz had heard after the fact.  “Who’re you gonna tell about this one,” he muttered as he rubbed one hand almost clean on his thigh.  When he reached around and got hold of Jamie’s dick, it was perfectly hot and full and heavy against his palm.

“You,” Jamie moaned.  “I always tell you.  I’m gonna tell you all about it, when I convince you to do it all again.”  He rocked his hips, pushing his dick into Riaz’s hand and then arching back to feel the slick slide of Riaz’s cock between his legs.  He kept moving, bracing his hands in the dirt for leverage.  Jamie had been telling Riaz about his escapades for years now, like he’d secretly been hoping he would turn Riaz on, at least a little.  Secretly, he always had.

“Rather do it than hear about it.”  Riaz bit him again for good measure, and then gave himself up to doing instead of talking.  Jamie’s thighs were so tight and his dick was so hard; it was everything he’d thought it would be.  He stroked Jamie rough and fast, twisting his hand a little to bring Jamie off before he lost control.

Jamie was a screamer.  Riaz knew it far too well, but hearing it on his account was incredible.  When Jamie came, hard and loud, spattering the dirt with come, his thighs going tight around Riaz’ dick, there was no holding back.  Riaz growled and came, slicking the inside of Jamie’s thighs with an orgasm that left him shaking and leaning on Jamie for support.

*

Jamie let his head hang down between his arms as he tried to catch his breath.  “I’d rather you do it, too,” he admitted, bucking back against Riaz to get him to lift up again.  When he could, he twisted back to kiss Riaz again.  “You can do it again in the shower, when you help me clean up the mess you just made.”

Riaz hugged him close with an arm around his chest.  “Oh, man,” he muttered.  “This damn country life with you is nothing but chores.”  He grinned and then kissed Jamie hard.