Texas Pride

What the fuck was Mike thinking? He knew Kitt would be more than happy to do anything his buddy needed, but why were they discussing artificial insemination with the ranch owner right now? No way the Grainger farm was even remotely ready to begin anything like an insemination program.

Kitt dug a hand in the pocket of his jeans, palming his phone. He was all set to send Mike a straight up, go to hell message, when he stopped in mid type. Mike would never get why he was so upset. And, what could he say? Your boss’s about the best looking thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t think of much else than fucking his brains out, so why did you invite me over you fuckin’ idiot!?! Yeah, no, he definitely couldn’t say that.

“Fuck!” Kitt growled out into the night.

Feeling much like a fool and completely out of his element, he forced the phone back down in his pocket and stalked to his cabin carrying his bundled up clothes under his arm. He dumped them in the general direction of the laundry room area. He didn’t stop, but went straight into the bathroom and turned the faucet on for the shower. He stepped under the cold stream and prayed his cock would calm before he got to Austin’s house.

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The grin never left Austin’s face as he drove back to the house. And, he certainly didn’t jump right in to making dinner. Instead, he detoured to the bathroom to jack off before Kitt’s arrival. It didn’t take much for him to come. Seeing Kitt in the pond, easily making out it was him from at least fifty yards away, had him pulling the four-wheeler straight up to the fence line. He’d watched Kitt swim and float around in the water, his long legs kicking up, his ass sliding under water, and that long thick dick floating freely. Austin walked to the fence line never trying to hide he was there.

He anchored a foot up on the first post, and lifted his Ray-Ban’s and just watched Kitt as he relaxed. Kitt was completely lost in thought as several minutes passed with Austin just watching that perfect body arch and twist in the water. When Kitt realized he stood there, everything changed. The air between them crackled and intensified. Kitt’s relaxed mood vanished and all he gave were clipped, one word answers. Austin wasn’t sure where the brilliance of three steaks came from, knowing Kitt would think Mike planned to come, but he said it and Kitt bought it.

Now, as Austin stood in the hall bathroom stroking his dick, he closed his eyes with the grin on his face broadening. He let the thoughts of sliding Kitt’s thick cock between his lips take over, and that was all it took. Austin’s orgasm came fast, pumping out into the sink.

He stayed leaning against the sink even after he finished, etching the image of Kitt floating in the pond deep into his memory. Very much like he’d done fifteen years ago in the locker room of the high school when he’d caught Kitt in the shower. Austin was beginning to realize everything about Kitt Kelly had always called out to him.

Austin let himself feel the romance of his thoughts as he slowly opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t stop grinning. As crazy as it sounded, he felt like that boy in high school, all those years ago, with his first crush finally paying attention to him.

Whatever caused the feeling, Austin wasn’t ready to let it go. It fit perfectly into his new solitary life. Hell, maybe it was just the glorious feeling of finally being left alone. But whatever, he wasn’t in a mind set to let it go, and oddly, he wanted to dress up for Kitt tonight. He wanted to impress Kitt, to look his best for him. He decided to give into the urge.

Austin changed up his sun streaked hair, adding mousse. He styled it in the slightly disarrayed look so popular these days. He chose his Armani slacks with a matching light weight cashmere sweater, both in colors to compliment his complexion. The Italian leather loafers came from the shoe collection he started fifteen years earlier after getting his first real movie contract. The shoes cost a pretty penny back then. Made of the softest leather on the market, they felt incredible on his feet, giving him confidence. They also matched his clothing perfectly.

He chose to wear his Rolex on his wrist and checked his reflection in the mirror before spraying himself with cologne. With one last glance, Austin checked his teeth as the knock on the back door sounded. Judging by the time on his watch, Kitt was punctual.

As he made his way down the hall, the wide open window showed Kitt finger combing his hair. The windblown look did wonders for the guy who stood in his starched Wranglers, polished boots and a pearl button, solid white button down. Standard dress-up cowboy attire. The thought that Kitt had dressed up for him made Austin grin. He went straight to the back door and opened it.

“Thank you for coming over.” Austin used the grin most people said was his most charming. He looked Kitt over as he stepped back to let him in. During the time they’d spent working together, Austin had studied Kitt enough to know his hair wasn’t copper like he’d convinced himself in the beginning, but a natural darker brown. The sun had just worked its magic on it, bringing out the natural blond, gold and auburn highlights, giving it a rich depth. Kitt’s eyes, hair and skin tone all matched, and as far as Austin was concerned, Kitt was an embodiment of a tanned chiseled Greek god standing before him.

“Sure, thanks for invitin’ me over.” Kitt stepped inside, tucking his fingers in his front pockets. He didn’t move more than a step inside the house. “I didn’t see Mike’s truck out there.”