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Jake took his hand and got in the shower, quickly washing come off, and then settling for the soothing heat to do its job and relax them both. They washed each other carefully, using soap-slicked hands to memorize each other's skin, to glide over muscle and bone.

Tor moved behind him, put him in the spray, quickly and easily washing his hair, strong fingers massaging his scalp. Jake was pretty sure he was in heaven.

When Jake was boneless and relaxed, Tor washed his own hair and Jake used his hands to follow the soap bubble down Tor's chest, fingers gliding over dark nipples and tracing the edge of the bruise. Tor's cock was filling and growing, and Jake admired it briefly before taking it in his hand to feel the weight of it, to feel it grow. Long and thick, the skin as smooth as warm butter, Jake needed to taste it.

He slid down the wall, trailing licks and kisses on Tor's body, tasting soap and water and the muted flavour of Tor. He took the semi hard shaft in his mouth, all the way in, and cupped Tor's balls in his hand, gently rolling them between his fingers as Tor's cock swelled and grew, filing his mouth.

He sucked gently at first, tongue flitting over the skin, then harder. He danced his tongue over the tip of the head, playing quickly with the slit. He didn't stay there, knowing that it was the fastest way to make Tor come, but started licking and kissing along the shaft, pulling it into his mouth with quick sucks that made Tor groan.

Tor's hands were on his head, fingers twisting in his hair, and Tor was moaning, soft words that Jake could barely hear over the fall of the water.

"Yes, so good, Jake. You're so amazing, you should see yourself. So hot."

Jake moved down to suck at Tor's balls gently, his hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping it lightly. When Tor groaned and started pushing into his hand he moved back up and took Tor into his mouth again, settling in to suck, to make Tor fly apart.

He teased with his tongue, licking and playing, then started sucking on the head, lips sealed just below the crown, his tongue pressing into the slit carefully. Tor bucked and
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Jake felt a hand drop to his shoulder, the other twisted in his hair so tight it was pulling almost painfully.

"Fuck, Jake, yes. So right. So hot. God, I need you."

Jake bobbed his head, taking Tor in deep, sucking hard, feeling the thick cock hit the roof of his mouth before sliding back to hit his throat. He was making his own needy sounds now, needing to give Tor this, needing to hear Tor's words. His own prick was hard and throbbing, aching to be touched.

He put both his hands on Tor's hips, holding Tor steady and he worked faster, long sucking pulls that had Tor groaning and trying to thrust deep into his throat. He looked up at Tor, saw glazed eyes hot on him and moaned. Tor was just so perfect like that, water around him, his face lost in pleasure.

Jake wanted him that way forever.

He closed his eyes and took Tor as deeply into his mouth as he could, felt the head of Tor’s cock at his throat and relaxed, trying to take him in further. When he swallowed Tor cried out his name and came, filling Jake's mouth and throat with seed. Jake swallowed, the taste of Tor sending his senses reeling, the sound of his name echoing in the bathroom driving him insane.

He sucked at Tor gently, bringing him down, not willing to give up that feeling of Tor’s cock in his mouth. He stroked at Tor's hip with one hand, lowering the other to his own aching shaft and pulled at himself hard, coming after only a few seconds.

"Oh Christ, Jake." Tor slid down the wall and gathered Jake into his arms as best he could, given that they were in tight quarters. "You’re amazing." They kissed gently, Jake sharing Tor's flavour with him.

"Didn't think you were going to say yes," Tor said quietly. "Figured you'd put Hound in with Kip."

Jake kissed him and met his eye. "You would have left."

Tor nodded. "Yeah. I would have."

"Couldn't have that. May not be entirely ready for this, but you leaving…didn't want that."

Tor kissed him again. "Bed now? I think we're almost out of hot water."

Jake tried to stand up. "Yeah, bed. If we can get there."

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Part Three

Chapter Thirteen

Jake was not a morning person. Of the many things that sharing a room with Tor was teaching him, the most persistent was that Tor *was* a morning person. Jake was never sure how he was going to wake up, except that there was going to be a hard cock pressing on him somewhere. Sometimes Tor was just rubbing up against him, slow and easy, and sometimes harder, with more urgency. Other times he would wake up with a hand on his own morning erection and on a few occasions the hot wetness of Tor's mouth. Once, he had woken from a very deep sleep, before the light of dawn, with Tor already sliding inside him.

This particular morning he was awakened by words.

"Hey. You awake yet?"

"No." Jake tried to roll over but discovered that they were hopelessly tangled together, legs wrapped around each other and arms tossed over waists and necks.

Tor chuckled softly. "You are so. I can feel you."

"You could feel me from the next state. You always know when I'm hard." Jake's eyes were still closed, his voice husky with sleep.

"Yeah. Stay where you are. I've got an idea."

Jake groaned. That sounded slightly ominous to him. But he didn't move, other than to kiss Tor's jaw.

He felt coolness on his skin when Tor moved his arm, reaching back for something. He heard a snap and smiled to himself. Tube of lubricant opening, if he wasn't mistaken.

The arm came back, but lower, Tor's hand caressing his ass. Tor shifted his legs, pushing Jake's apart slightly and Jake gasped when slick fingers entered him.

"God, you’re still so tight," Tor whispered.

Jake just grinned and clenched his ass.

Slick fingers moved in him and Jake moaned, giving himself over to the feeling. They were rocking together on the bed, erections hard against each other, skin damp with a light sweat. Tor smelled of musk and soap and Jake kissed and licked at Tor's neck and chest, sucking on one dark nipple until it was hard and stiff.

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Tor moved hard against him, fingers probing and seeking in Jake’s ass. "Want you to fuck me, Jake. Want to ride your cock," Tor said, voice hard and sharp with need.

Jake opened his eyes and looked at Tor. "Uh, yeah, okay. Sure. Oh yes, there – but, umm…I thought you were getting me ready–"

Tor gave him a wicked grin and then the fingers were gone, leaving him empty and slightly disappointed. Then something cool and slick and solid was sliding into him, something smooth and hard that wasn't part of Tor. He was being stretched, but not filled, and then the pressure lessened, the stretch receding but not going away entirely.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked as Tor moved on the bed untangling them and stretching out beside him, hands roaming over Jake's chest and belly, tongue licking at his nipples.

"Butt plug." Tor bit lightly at Jake's nipple and moved a hand down to Jake's balls, cupping them and squeezing gently. "C'mon Jake, want you in me."

Jake was confused and surprised and, well, he admitted to himself, not a little turned on.

He shook his head and reached for the lube, gasping as the plug moved in him. Tor grinned. “Oh God.”

“Yeah.”

Jake shook his head and started stroking himself as he tossed the lube to Tor. "You do it."

Tor's eyes widened and then he grinned, appreciation in his eyes. "Right. Turnabout." Tor lay back on the bed and drew up his legs, planting his feet flat on the bed. He slicked both his hands with the lube and closed his eyes with a soft sigh, starting to stroke his cock and play with his balls.

Jake leaned back on the headboard, stroking his erection with a lazy fist, watching Tor. It was the hottest thing he had seen since their first night in the rainstorm. Tor was arching into his own hand, the hand on his balls moving lower to tease at his hole. His finger would dip in and then back out, and he would tug at his balls. He was teasing Jake, and Jake knew it.

Jake moved his hand faster and carefully reached for the lube, trying not to move too much. He moaned when Tor finally slid two fingers into his ass and watched, eyes wide as Tor worked his cock with one fist, thumb playing over the head while his fingers went deep and moved, twisting slightly as he reached.

Tor gasped and jerked up into his fist, eyes flying open. He stared at the ceiling and moved his fingers faster, fucking his hands. "Fuck, Jake, please…need you in me, gonna fucking come like this."

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Jake squeezed the base of his cock hard, the need in Tor's voice making him breathless.

"More, Tor. Another finger. Let me watch."

Tor shook his head and groaned. "No, want to come with you in me." But Tor didn't slow his hands and Jake watched him ease a third finger into his hole. "Oh shit, Jake!" Tor swept his thumb over the tip of his cock again and pressed the slit, a harsh needy sound escaping his chest as his hips thrust his cock into his fist and then down onto his fingers.

Jake's breath was coming fast as he watched Tor fucking himself, and he knew that Tor was about to shoot. He watched for a couple of seconds longer, saw Tor's balls pull up tight and saw the strain in Tor's legs. He opened the lube and slicked his cock, moving fast to push Tor's hand off his cock and then he took Tor's shaft in his mouth, moaning as the movement jostled the plug in his own ass.

"Fuck! Oh shit, Jake!"

Tor came in shuddering jerks, still thrusting onto his hand, and up into Jake's mouth. As soon as he'd shot his load Jake was off his cock, a hand on the one in Tor's ass, easing Tor’s fingers out, and thrusting his own cock in.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," Jake said, kissing Tor hard, pushing his tongue into Tor's mouth in time with the thrust of his hips. He fucked Tor hard, fast deep strokes, and he could feel Tor's ass clenching around him, as Tor's orgasm faded. Tor's tongue was devouring his mouth, pushing his own tongue out of the way as Tor sought out the taste of himself.

"Fuck, so hot, Tor. So fucking good," Jake groaned into the kiss, lost in sensation.

Tor moaned and thrust his hips up, even as he pulled his legs back further, opening himself to Jake. Tor shuddered softly and moaned, "There Jake, right there. Fuck, feels so

– oh Christ, yes!"

Jake moved faster, hitting Tor's gland with every stroke, feeling himself get close. "Tor,

'm gonna come."

"Yes, please, Jake. Come for me, do it, please, oh fuck!"

Jake cried out, coming hard, deep in Tor's ass. Tor whimpered and kissed him, almost sobbing.

"Tor, oh God." Jake was shaking and Tor wrapped strong arms around him, holding him tightly.

"Right here."

They held each other and kissed deeply, moving slowly together as Jake softened inside Tor. Finally Jake moved back a little, slipping out, and then collapsed on Tor again.

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They were silent for awhile, wrapped together on their bed. Tor moved a hand to stroke along Jake's spine, then down between his ass cheeks to touch the butt plug. Jake gasped softly and shifted, expecting Tor to take it out.

"How's it feel?" Tor asked.

Jake shifted again. "Intense. Wild."

Tor chuckled softly. "Give it time. Gets better."

Jake lifted his head warily. "What do you mean?"

"Leave it there. Until say. . . lunch."

Jake shook his head. "Nope. Don't think so. Can’t. I’ll be a mess."

Tor kissed him. "Leave it there. Until lunch. I'll fuck you into the wall if you do."

"And if I don't?"

Tor shrugged. "Fuck you into the floor, I suppose. But I'd like it if you left it in for a bit."

"Why?"

"Just so you know. All day long, or until lunch, I guess. Just so you know every fucking second of the morning that I'm gonna do you. So you think about me all the time."

Jake shook his head again. "How am I supposed to work if I'm thinkin' about that? And what makes you think I don't do that already? And I don’t think I can even walk."

Another shudder rolled through him at the thought of trying to walk with the plastic in his ass brushing against his sweet spot all day. Fuck, he’d be coming in his jeans.

Tor laughed. "There's a contradiction in there somewhere, I know it." He kissed him again. "Leave it in?"

Jake found himself nodding. “Yeah. Until lunch. But you better do something real special for me."

"Will."

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Chapter Fourteen

Jake was fairly sure he was going insane. The damn plug in his ass had turned him to jelly within an hour and he’d had to take a moment at mid morning to sneak into the bunkhouse and jerk off. He found himself obsessively checking his watch as the morning wore on, and finally, thank God, it was almost lunchtime.

Jake finished up in the barn and silently thanked whoever was in charge of his life that he hadn't had to ride a horse today. He walked to the bunkhouse, impossibly hard in his jeans. The anticipation alone was making him throb.

"Jake!"

Jake groaned to himself and changed direction, heading to the Boss, who was standing on the front porch of the main house. "Yes, sir?"

"How are things working out, Jake?" the Boss asked, just as casual as could be.

"Fine, sir. Thanks." And would you please just let me go so I can get off? Please?

"Just makin' sure." The Boss glanced around the yard and suddenly grinned. Jake looked over, following his gaze, and saw Tor making his way to the bunkhouse, looking intense and rushed. "Here. Mail. Have a good…lunch."

Jake felt himself blush and nodded sharply, practically snatching the brown envelopes from the Boss before heading once more to the bunkhouse. He flipped through them and saw that there wasn't any mail for himself, but Tor's envelope was thick. His sister was most likely sending the latest batch of photos in the 'watch Susie grow' show.

He walked into the kitchen, empty except for Tor, and kept walking, tossing the envelopes on the table except for Tor's.