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They moaned softly as sparks started to light fires and their need grew into something that they couldn't cage. Tor began to thrust deep into Jake, finding Jake's prostate and staying there, pushing insistently until Jake groaned and thrust back, unable to take anymore, needing release.

Then Tor's hand was on Jake's swollen and leaking cock, tight fist pulling him with every thrust, and Jake was coming, calling Tor's name as he arched his body and drew his legs back, pulling Tor even deeper into him.

Tor cried out and pushed in, thrusting as deep as possible twice more before coming, and Jake could feel the tension in every part of him that was touching Tor, could feel all of the muscles around him and on him ripple as Tor rode out his pleasure.

Tor eased out of him after long moments and they curled around one another, kissing softly, lips and tongues speaking and sharing. Jake was on the very verge of falling asleep when he heard Elias' alarm go off. Six AM.

"Oh fuck," he moaned.

Tor huffed into his chest and fell asleep. Jake smiled at him and tried to figure out how he was going to explain to the Boss why Bobby, Tor and most likely himself would need the morning off. He was still trying to get the phrasing right when he heard Elias' bedroom door open across the hall and heard Elias mutter, "Welcome home, Tor, you big fucking noisy idiot."

He started to laugh and heard Elias laughing along with him.

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Tor spent the next week fluctuating between depression that would send him to the phone to call Becky and an apparent need to reassure himself that Jake was still home and not in jail. When he got in those moods Jake would roll his eyes and kiss Tor until the man was breathless, all the while trying not to get giddy at the thought that he was important enough for Tor to worry about while he worked through his grief.

The calls to Becky were mostly short; Tor seemed to know exactly what he needed to say and he would talk in short bursts and then listen for awhile to Becky. He would tell her he loved her, and they would hang up; then he would go to their room for ten or fifteen minutes. If the call was a long one, as the first one had been, he would nod his head at Jake and they would both go.

Jake would just sit with him and let him be. Tor didn't cry anymore, but he seemed to be thinking a lot more, and he had nightmares. Jake would wake up in the middle of the night to find Tor thrashing in their bed, or sitting up staring into space. Then he would gather Tor into his arms and hold Tor until they could sleep again.

Work was a trial. Everyone kept watching them, and it was hard not to get upset. Jake knew that it would stop eventually, but for now the others seemed to need to look and assess them, both together and separately. Jake and Tor talked about it, and Jake started to make sure that they had stuff to do that would keep them apart most of the time. He hated sending Tor off everyday and he worried that he was being possessive.

The hands would at least talk to him as they always did, which was good, even if they did stare sometimes, and there was no change at all with Elias, Kip, and Hound. They were always the same, ready to bitch about the dishes or who's turn it was to take out the garbage, or how much hot water two guys can use if they shower together. And there were always the volume complaints.

Jake felt sort of odd the first time he and Tor got caught on the couch watching TV. Tor was leaning back on him and Jake had one arm over Tor’s shoulder, sort of rubbing at his chest while they watched. It was easy and comfortable, and they were together. When Kip and Hound came in Jake tensed, ready to move his arm so Tor could sit up. But Tor just grabbed his hand and held him where he was.

Kip just rolled his eyes and sat in the easy chair and Hound stole the remote. Jake was surprised that it was that easy.

Near the end of that God-awful week Jake went to see the Boss.

"Don't think you should send me or Tor to town for the next while, Doug."

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The Boss looked at him and leaned back in his chair. "Your call, Jake. But I've never known you to run before."

Jake shook his head. "Not runnin'. Just not up to being a spectacle for the entire town.

Bad enough here."

"What do you mean?" The Boss's voice was low and dangerous. "You getting hassled here? On my spread?"

"Not as such, no. Just taking some time for everyone to adjust. Think about it, you and a couple of others knew about me. But everyone else…they're just goin' along in their happy worlds and the next thing they know the number two man on the ranch is fucking one of the hands. Then they're living together. And there's fights, and jail, and – shit. It's just goin' to take a bit for things to settle down."

"But no one's saying anything to you?" The Boss persisted.

"No. Well, Elias says that we use too much hot water, and Kip says that Tor wakes me up too damn early in the morning, but other than that, it's okay." He stopped while the Boss laughed, then said, "Guys are just lookin'. Trying to see what they missed that would have pointed us out. But Tor, he's dealing with other stuff right now, and I don't want him going to town and getting into trouble."

The Boss just nodded and agreed not to send either of them on town runs until they were ready. Jake thanked him and went to the stables to saddle River. He had a fence line to survey.

He rode out to the west, feeling the sun on him and smiled a little. The nights were nice and cool now, and the late afternoon was quiet and gentle, the staggering heat of summer just past. It was a good day to be out.

He rode the line for an hour or so and spotted a couple of breaks, marking them with coloured tape. He'd come back tomorrow to repair them. He turned River back toward the ranch and saw someone in the distance riding up. The sun was behind him so it only took a couple of moments for him to identify Lug, and only seconds to know the figure on his back.

A slow grin crossed his face as Tor rode closer. He dismounted and gave River an apple, looping the reins around a fence post. Tor reached him and looked down on him from Lug's back.

"Hey. You 'bout done for the day?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, was just heading back. You?"

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"Finished early, thought I could . . .give you a hand." His voice was light and teasing and his eyes were dark.

"Is that what you're calling it these days?" Jake grinned and felt his cock stir, starting to fill at even the hint of being with Tor. "Not much you can do for me up there. Get off the damn horse."

Tor swung down and ground tied Lug, advancing on Jake, his hand on his belt buckle.

"You know, I think we've gotten a little spoiled lately. Nice warm beds are real nice, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I miss just being out here." His voice was low and seductive, his eyes hot on Jake.

"You think?" Jake said, doubt in his voice even as he unbuttoned his shirt. "You miss the rocks under your back? Or pressing into your knees?" He took off his shirt and hung it over the fence, then leaned back on the post, undoing his belt.

"Not my back I'm thinkin' about, Taggart. Or my knees." Tor had his belt undone and his shirt untucked. He started unbuttoning his shirt and stared at Jake. "You might want to be a little concerned, though."

Jake grinned. "Yeah?" He popped the button on his own jeans and dropped his hand down to rub at the base of his erection with the heel of his hand. "You want me on my back? Spread out for you? Hard and rea –"

Tor was on him, hands working at his jeans and mouth hot on his own, kissing him hard.

"Tease. If you do it as nice as you talk it I'll be a happy man."

Jake grinned. "You like the talk? Can do it some more." He gasped as Tor got his jeans open, felt strong fingers around his cock. "Oh, that's nice."

"Like that?" Tor murmured, moving to bite gently at the skin below Jake's ear.

"Yeah. Feels nice." Tor's hand was stroking him lightly, almost teasing. Jake shifted, tried to work his tight jeans down a bit, his hips moving to get Tor's fingers to stop dancing and start using more pressure.

"Thought you were gonna talk to me," Tor said, working the buttons on his shirt with one hand and Jake with the other.

Jake groaned and reached for Tor's fly, fingers fumbling with the buttons before getting them undone. Thank God for button fly jeans. "How do you want me, Tor?" he asked as he worked his hand into Tor's jeans. "Wanna be in me? Fuck me into the ground? Want me on my back for you?"

Tor groaned and pushed into Jake's hand. "Gonna make you feel so good."

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"Yeah?" Jake asked, breath coming faster as Tor's fingertips traced his cock and moved down to cup his balls. "What are you gonna do, Tor? Lick me? Get on your knees and suck me off?"

Tor licked his neck. "You want me to?"

"Yeah, Tor. Want your mouth on me. Want your tongue and your heat and oh God…"

Tor slid down Jake's body and pushed his hat back before taking Jake in his mouth. He flicked his tongue along Jake's shaft and licked the head of Jake's cock before closing his lips around Jake, sucking him in slowly. Tor's tongue licked at the underside of Jake's erection as he sucked and Jake watched with wide eyes as Tor took him in deep.

When Jake's cock hit the back of Tor's throat Tor moaned and Jake felt the vibrations travel through his body and settle at the base of his skull. Tor's fingers were still dancing on his balls, teasing them, and Jake reached a hand down to touch Tor's face, trace his jaw with a finger from ear to his mouth.

Tor moved back, taking his time, pulling at Jake with a long steady pressure that made Jake shudder. It went on for ages, the slow steady sucking, the swirling of Tor's tongue.

Jake watched, looking down at Tor, half crazed by the look in Tor's eyes. Tor was loving this, was drawing it out, making it last so long.

Jake wasn't sure if it was him starting to thrust or Tor moving faster, but they were soon in a steady rhythm that just felt so fucking right. Tor was taking him deep, almost to the base of his cock, and Tor's tongue was working faster, tracing just under the head of his cock, over the tip, pressing into the tiny slit.

"Oh yeah, Tor. Oh God, yes." Jake was thrusting deep, his hips moving without any conscious effort, and Tor grabbed his ass, pulling him in hard. Jake felt himself slide into Tor's throat, felt Tor's tongue pressing up as he swallowed, felt the constriction around the head of his cock and then he was coming, pumping into Tor fast and hard.

"Oh fuck! God, yes."

Almost as soon as he was done, Jake pushed Tor, grinning as Tor fell on his back, legs splayed and hard cock standing out from his body. Jake pounced.

"Jesus, Jake!"

Jake licked Tor’s prick once from base to tip, then settled in to get Tor off. He dropped his head down and started working his tongue over Tor's cock, sweeping over the head as he came up. He could taste the bitter salt of Tor already, could feel the heat of Tor's flesh around him. He hummed as he brought a hand up to cup Tor's balls, rolling them gently with his fingers.

"God, Jake, please…"

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Tor was wound like a spring; Jake was surprised he hadn't jerked off when he had Jake in his mouth. Tor was so fucking hard, and Jake could taste the come he was leaking, hear his moans and feel the way he was trying to thrust up. Jake put a hand on Tor's stomach, felt the muscles moving under his hand. He felt his own cock start to fill again, and grinned around Tor's shaft. Gonna play awhile yet.

He kept sucking at Tor, pulling away to tease with his tongue as he tried to get his hand into the pockets of Tor's jeans.

"What the – oh, oh, oh – fuck! What the fuck are you doing?" Tor managed to ask, hips not slowing.

Jake lifted his head and grinned. "You came looking for me right? Where's the fucking lube?"

Tor dropped his head back with a groan and reached a hand down to thrust it in a pocket.

After a minor struggle he fished a battered tube of lube out and threw it at Jake.

"There. Now will you please just suck me?"

Jake raised a brow and studied the man before him. Tor stared at him. Jake shrugged and bent down again, taking Tor into his mouth and sucking hard. When Tor moaned and started thrusting again, Jake opened the lube and slicked his fingers, sliding them along Tor's balls.

Tor shivered and then groaned as Jake slid two fingers into him. "Oh fuck yes."

Jake curled his fingers slightly and found the smooth firm spot inside of Tor and pushed.

He didn't stroke or glide over it, he just pushed slightly and kept the pressure as constant as he could against Tor's thrust.

"Oh fucking shit. Oh God, Jake, gonna come, need more, please Jake need to come. . ."

Jake pressed the tip of his tongue to the head of Tor's cock and moved the fingers in Tor’s ass, swiping them over Tor's gland once, twice, three times and then Tor was coming for him, bucking up into his mouth and down onto his fingers.

Jake eased his fingers out and licked at Tor, suckling gently as he got more lube on his fingers. Then Jake flipped Tor over and pulled him up onto his hands and knees.

"Not worried about your knees? Let me know if they start to hurt." Jake spread lube on his cock and pushed into Tor's ass, one long thrust that had Tor moaning. He held Tor's hips in strong hands and started to fuck him, going deep and pulling almost all the way out. "Like it Tor? Is this what you wanted to do to me? Have me on my knees for you, ass high? You want to do me, Tor?"

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"Shit, I'll tell you what I want to do to you." Tor groaned and dropped his head down.

"Oh God, Jake, harder."

Jake slowed down. "Tell me, Tor. Tell me what you want to do."

"Already told you," Tor ground out as he thrust back, trying to ride Jake.

Jake tried to remember. He really did, but he was also trying to fuck Tor into the ground and that won out for a few minutes. They sped up again, Jake moving fast and hard into Tor, reaching down to find Tor's stiffening cock and stroking it with a loose fist.