Firefly Lane (Briar County 1)

Holden pulled back, spit on his hand, then rubbed it over Roe’s shaft. Roe did the same thing to Holden’s. It wasn’t much lubrication, but then their mouths were fused together again. They kissed and rutted together, Roe’s bare ass against the wood of the barn. It’d serve him right if he got a splinter, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

He was already dangerously close to coming, and if the movements of Holden’s hips were any indication, he was too. They were humping each other like horny teenagers, tingles shooting down Roe’s spine until light exploded behind his eyelids and he blew, shooting his load all over himself and Holden.

“Me too…fuck, me too.” Holden pumped his hips, thrust his groin against Roe’s before slipping his tongue into Roe’s mouth again, then tensed, the hot spray of his jizz all in Roe’s happy trail, pubes, and over his cock.

They stayed there like that a moment, breathing heavily, before Roe lifted his hand and licked his fingers clean.

“Christ, Roe. You are full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Holden traced Roe’s lips with a finger, which Roe liked too, and then Holden waggled his eyebrows, pulled back, and tongued the rest of the load away himself. “I’m negative. I take PrEP, use condoms, and haven’t been with anyone except Vince in over a year. I was checked a couple of weeks before I left home. I know Vince wouldn’t have been with anyone else while we were together, and he and I haven’t done anything since I left Atlanta.”

So they hadn’t…this weekend? Apparently not. “I’m negative too. It’s been…hell, probably eleven months for me since I’ve been with anyone. Always suit up, and was checked after the last time, and I’m on PrEP too.” Eleven fucking months. God, he was pathetic.

“Almost a year? That’s a long time to go without a fuck.”

“Gee, thanks for the reminder.” Roe eased away from the barn and rubbed a hand over his ass.

“Let me see. I’ll check for splinters.”

“There was a second when I felt something stab me, but I was feeling too good to care.” He chuckled.

Holden tugged his own underwear up, tucking his flaccid cock inside them, then pulled up his jeans. Roe missed the view instantly, but then Holden was kneeling, turning Roe and examining his ass, running a hand over his cheeks. “Jesus, this ass. A little furry, just how I like it.” He kissed Roe there. “No splinters.” Then he drew Roe’s underwear and shorts up, plucked his hat from the dirt, and stood.

Roe wasn’t sure what this meant, what they were doing, but he damn sure planned to take advantage while he could. He hauled Holden close, took his mouth again, tasted cum on his tongue—Holden’s or his own, he didn’t know and didn’t care. A load was a load.

“You don’t be careful, and you’re gonna get me going again,” Holden said.

“From where I’m standin’, that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not from here either,” Holden replied.

Still, they didn’t kiss again, or touch.

“You got plans tomorrow?” Roe asked.

Holden shook his head.

“Wanna come out to the farm? You can see what work they want done, and let us know if that’s something you can or want to do.”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds good.” Holden ran a hand through his hair. “I should head inside. I need to sneak into the shower and hope I don’t wake anyone up.”

The cabin only had one bathroom, so it must be tough for all three of them.

“You’re welcome in my house, Holden. I don’t want to be pushy, so I won’t bring it up again, but whether it’s for sleepin’, showerin’, or anything else, it’s an open invitation.”

Holden looked at him in a way Roe couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t a frown, but it definitely wasn’t a smile either.

“You know how good you are, Monroe, right?”

He didn’t particularly feel it. “If you say so. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you then.” Holden gave a simple nod, then walked away.

Roe stood there a moment, then went for his own house, still trying to wrap his brain around what just happened.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Holden

Holden still felt electrified. It didn’t make sense. It had been hours since he’d been with Roe. Afterward, he’d got back to the cabin and showered. A little distance might be good for them. He hadn’t planned on kissing Roe…or kissing him back. Jesus, he couldn’t say for sure which of them had even started it, but it had been…well, as if surges of pleasure, of energy, had started going off beneath his skin, and as he drank coffee the next morning, that shit still hadn’t gone away.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such a frenzied need with someone—or if he ever had. There was something about seeing Roe Covington let go that way, seeing him take his pleasure and lick cum from his hand, about the feel of his rough kisses and hard body against Holden’s that he couldn’t shake.