Just Lucky that Way (3 page)

"He had everything," Phil affirmed. "Expensive cars, expensive women, one of the best run bootlegging operations around and plenty of real estate."

"Still never heard of him," Zed countered and threw a small twig into the fire.

"That's 'cause you never paid attention to local history," Alex said.

"Pfft." Zed looked at Phil. "So what happened to him?"

"He got caught for the bootlegging operation. The still was in the furthest barn, in one of the stalls." Phil shook his head. "I don't know how he got away with it for so long. It was also rumored that he murdered his fiancee. No one saw her after a party he held at this farm."

Blake stopped playing, and Phil had the attention of everyone.

"So, the place could be haunted." Kitty shivered, and Travis pulled her closer. "The body could be here."

Phil shrugged. "The murder -- if there was one -- was never pinned on him. There was no evidence, no one saw anything, and no body was ever found."

"So what happened to her?" Mel asked.

"She may not have even existed," Jon interjected. "Phil said it was rumor."

"Oh, she existed." Phil nodded. "Opal Townsend. There were engagement notices in the newspaper of the day. It's just rumor that she was murdered. She may have left him and changed her name. Anything."

"The Roaring Twenties -- anything was possible." Alex reached for his beer. "She probably found a better catch."

"How can you be such a dork and so hot?" Zed murmured.

"It's a gift." Alex's lips brushed against Zed's neck.

Zed shivered. From the way his cock reacted to that brush of lips, Alex may as well have been kissing it. He tilted his head sideways for more, which, it seemed, Alex was happy to supply.

"Fuck's sake, you two," Jon said from his position opposite. "Get a room." He looked at Travis and Kitty, who were sharing a passionate kiss. "Oi! And you two. Honestly, have you no shame?" He tutted and shook his head, reminding Zed of Alex's Grandma.

"No shame," Zed mumbled.

Maybe they should retire for the evening, but Alex sucking on his neck was just too arousing to interrupt. If their friends didn't want to see, they could all go. Zed loved outdoor sex and certainly didn't mind people watching. No one seemed in a hurry to go.

"All in good time." Alex's teeth gently grazed Zed's neck.

"They've already defiled my hay loft," Phil said. "I think they want to add my lawn to the list."

"Not fussy where we do it." Zed laughed and turned in Alex's arms, pushing him down on the grass and kissing him, the tastes of beer and barbecue fueling his desire.

"Woohoo! Now that's entertainment." Becca cheered.

"Bets on who breaks first to go to the tent?" The snick of a beer opening accompanied Blake's words.

Everyone voted for Alex, except Becca.

"Alex hates to lose." Becca giggled. "I think we'll all leave before they do."

"And we all know Zed is shameless."

"Am not." Zed wriggled against Alex. He pushed his hand between them and unfastened Alex's shorts. "I just don't let anything stand in the way of what I want."

"We have to go to the tent eventually," Alex whispered against Zed's ear. "Stuff's in there."

Zed laughed. "Don't have to fuck. But they'll go soon enough." He pulled Alex's T-shirt up and focused on a nipple, nibbling softly.

"So, that's why men have nipples." Kitty sounded breathless, and Zed turned his head slightly to look at her.

She winked and grabbed Travis' hand, dragging him off to their tent.

"Have fun, boys. Don't let the mosquitoes bite your ass, Zed." Jon laughed as he made his way to his tent.

"Right behind ya." Blake grabbed a couple beers and followed Jon. "Don't get any ideas about sharing my sleeping bag."

"I'm not that curious."

"Let's continue this in the tent," Alex said as he thrust against Zed. "I don't want mosquitoes biting my willy."

"They won't be getting anywhere near that; I'll be keeping it well covered." Zed continued his trek down Alex's torso. "Who's left?"

"Rhys, Becca and Mel."

"And we're not going anywhere," Rhys said, accompanied by the girls' giggles. "There's still plenty of beer."

"You're not getting an invite either," Zed countered. "And no cameras."

"You're no fun anymore." Zed could almost see Rhys' pout. "Before Alex a threesome or a fivesome wouldn't have fazed you."

"He doesn't need extras when he has me." Alex wiggled his way out from under Zed, his shorts riding obscenely low on his hips. "But--" He stood and pulled his shorts up after giving the audience a quick flash. "I'm not the exhibitionist that Zed is."

Zed rolled over and looked up at Alex. "You won't let me be."

"I remember you used to be," Rhys chipped in, and Becca agreed.

"Where was I when Zed was being an exhibitionist?" Mel asked.

"No idea. You didn't have to try hard to see it." Becca laughed and dropped her arm across Mel's shoulders. "We should go and see what Jon and Blake are up to."

"And on that note--" Alex pulled Zed up and threw him over a muscled shoulder, cave man style. "I'm taking my reformed exhibitionist to bed."

"Spoilsport," both Zed and Rhys chorused.

Alex dropped Zed on his feet when they reached their tent.

"Look at you, all alpha and taking control." Zed laced his arms behind Alex's neck and rubbed up against him. "Does that mean you're gonna fuck me 'til I scream?"

"I might have to gag you." Alex's hand slid down Zed's back, slipping under the waistband of his cargo shorts. "I'd hate to keep our friends up all night with your screaming."

"They're expecting it." Zed ground his hips against Alex's. "You wouldn't want to disappoint them."

"True." Alex dropped to his knees but, instead of unzipping Zed's shorts, unzipped the tent. "So get in there and strip."

"I love it when you go all dom on me." Zed wasted no time slipping into the tent and ridding himself of his clothes. "What would you like? Compliant slave? Feisty rent boy?"

"Hmm, choices, choices." Alex crawled in and secured the tent flap. "You didn't happen to pack the silk rope?"

Zed shrugged. "Who knew that camping would make you all alpha male? You'll have to improvise."

"Not a problem." Alex's shorts slid off his hips onto the floor. "Rules -- I'm the only one that touches your cock, and you can't come until I say so."

"I can do that with my hands tied behind my back. Which they're not." Zed laughed. "C'mon, love, something different."

"What? Fucking you in a tent isn't different enough?" Alex sighed. "Why me?"

"You're just lucky." Zed pushed his carry all towards Alex. "You might find something in there."

"That's my boy, always prepared." Alex rummaged through the bag's contents, mumbling to himself, until, "Aha! What every camping trip needs."

"What did you find?" Zed leaned up on his elbows but still couldn't see what Alex was holding. He'd packed a few interesting items, and it was pitch black in the tent.

"How many toys did you pack?"

"A few. Didn't want to get bored."

Alex laughed. "Just in case I wasn't around to cater to your every kink?"

"Nope." Zed laughed, too. "Just in case you were."

"We're not here to play. Hands over your head."

Zed quickly complied, flexing his fingers when Alex buckled the leather cuffs around his wrists and passed the small chain joining them behind the tent pole.

"You knock the tent down, and you are putting it back up," Alex stated. "How much can you see?"

"Probably about as much as you." Zed pulled on the chain to gauge how much distance he had and how strong the tent pole was. Hmm, not much and not very. "Maybe you'd better just feel your way. With your tongue."

"You didn't bring a flashlight? Lantern?" Alex's voice was muffled and Zed hoped that was because he was taking off his T-shirt.

Zed gave a short laugh. "Closest I have is a glow-in-the-dark dildo. I left all the practical stuff up to you."

"Good of you to tell me. Fuck knows what else we haven't got."

"We'll make do." Zed wriggled. "C'mon, Alex, fuck me."

One of Alex's hands landed on Zed's hip, inching its way across to wrap around his cock. "Do me a favor?" The hand gripped and pulled, nothing gentle in the way Zed was being handled.

Zed loved it.

"Oh fuck, yes. What?"

"Behave like a good sub. Don't top me from there and in the dark."

"Yes, Sir." Zed was glad Alex couldn't see his smile.

Saturday July 3rd, 2010

After an early and filling breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and gallons of coffee, Phil had suggested that the girls might like to work on clearing the horse pen of weeds and undergrowth. The boys, he'd said with authority, would be in the barn. While the morning sun was still lighting the front area of the barn, Phil and Rhys were rigging up some lighting so they could see at the back.

"You know," Blake started conversationally. "Jon didn't even hear me having a wank last night."

Zed nudged Alex. "You know where this is going, don't you?" he murmured and grinned.

"I have a horrible feeling I do."

"Is that right?" Travis answered Blake, a note of fake surprise in his voice.

"And the mood Kitty was in--" Blake raised his eyebrows at Travis. "Well, a gentleman doesn't ask questions, but he can assume."

Travis nodded. "She gets a bit frisky after a few drinks."

"Nice," Jon approved. "Didn't hear ya."

"I'll be sure and tell her."

Zed laughed at the almost choreographed conversation his friends were having. It was obvious where it was leading. Was it his fault if Alex made him lose control? At least the tent had stayed standing.

"So that," Blake turned to Alex and Zed, "begs the question as to why the fuck can't Alex and Zed fuck quietly?"

"'Cause I don't want to," Zed retorted. "Why? Did you wish I was calling your name?" Damn, but Alex looked cute when he blushed like that.

"Perhaps it would've made his experience all the better," Travis suggested. "He would've felt like he was with someone."

"Yeah, Alex." Blake laughed. "You stud. I'd say all of West Summerset knows of your prowess."

"Get fucked," Alex mumbled. "And no, I'm not offering."

"Yes, Alex! Fuck me hard." Jon and Blake chorused before laughing hard.

"Odd that, I would have picked Zed as the top," Travis said.

"I was feeling mellow, 'cause Alex sucked me off right up there earlier." Zed pointed to the hay loft, grinning. Could Alex get any redder?

"Gross. Thanks for that, Zed." Travis screwed his face up and pretended to puke.

Zed raised an eyebrow. "What? Seems to me you're all mega-interested in my sex life."

"It's hard for us to ignore after last night." Jon picked up a pitch fork that was leaning against one of the stalls. "If Kitty had been as vociferous as you, we'd be picking on her and Travis." He walked out of the barn and placed the old tool in the 'save' pile.

"Might as well get started. We can work on this area while we wait for Phil," Alex said and headed over to the stall furthest away from the guys.

"Great, you had to pick the one with the most junk in it." Zed, of course, was right there, too. Planks of dank wood leaned against rusty machinery parts. The scent of mildew was strong. "Will you be okay?"

"Probably not." Alex lifted the collar of his shirt to cover his nose and mouth. "I'll see how it goes."

"We could always take one of the front stalls. They're not as damp."

"I picked this one because it's smaller than the others." Alex grinned. "Must have kept ponies or calves in here."

"May be smaller, but it's probably the most cluttered."

"Well, I didn't notice that when I picked it."

Zed pulled his leather work gloves on. "Come on then, stud. Let's be all manly, and clean this shit up."

"Okay, let's start hauling this stuff out." Alex pulled on his gloves. "Not sure what most of it is."

"Phil can figure that out." Zed grabbed a pile of the planks -- checking them closely for spiders -- and dragged them from the stall. Once he got them outside, he dropped them on the grass in the sun to see if they were worth saving or whether they'd be good for the July Fourth bonfire. He was sure that Alex, with his asthma, wouldn't last five minutes cleaning this up.

"This is going to take forever, all these individual trips." Alex dropped a large board onto the ground.

"Pfft. I'm going to steal the wheelbarrow. Stay here, I'll be back in a flash."

Zed wandered over to where the girls were busy weeding and chatting -- gossiping, and he thought he heard Alex's name mentioned. They had the wheelbarrow, full of weeds and left totally unattended. Imagine leaving a wheelbarrow unattended around here, where anybody could walk up and...