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"Christ, yes, Tor. Good."

Tor sucked at him lightly, tongue licking and playing. When Jake's hips started to thrust though, pushing him closer and closer to release, Tor let him slide from his mouth and moved back up to kiss him.

"Not yet, Jake. Still wanna play."

Jake just nodded and kissed him back, arms going around Tor to pull at the back of his T–shirt. Tor let him pull it off and Jake licked and bit at one of Tor's nipples, his cock jumping when Tor groaned.

Tor pulled Jake's own shirt up, and Jake had to back away from Tor's chest to get it off.

Tor slid his hands up Jake's sides, bunching the shirt, then up Jake's raised arms, shoving the shirt up and off. Jake drew his hands down and was stopped by an iron grip on both wrists and the unmistakable feel of leather twisting around them. Tor grinned at him and moved away for a second, behind Jake, and then came back.

He bent down and kissed him, then asked, "How's that? Too tight?"

Jake pulled on the leather around his wrists and almost came on the spot when the leather bit into his skin slightly. "'s good,” he breathed.

Tor grinned at him and teased a finger over Jake's chest, pinching at a nipple. "We're gonna have fun now."

Jake let his head fall back and Tor set to work. Hard fingers worked over his thighs, down to his calves, relaxing the muscles. He shuddered when he felt leather around his ankle, and groaned when Tor moved his leg up and back, resting the heel of his foot on the bale of hay. Tor secured the rein with a slip knot and moved back in front of him, kissing a trail down his belly to the inside of his thigh, stroking down the other leg and wrapping it in leather as well.

Jake closed his eyes. He felt like a total slut like this, spread and open. He suddenly felt very vulnerable.

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Tor's mouth was on his, kissing him hard. "Jesus, you should see. You're so fucking sexy." Jake moaned into the kiss and tried to bring his arms down to hold Tor. The moan turned into something else as the leather bit into him again.

"Oh God. Need…"

Tor kissed him again. "Almost ready. Trust me?"

What the fuck did that mean? "Yes."

Then Tor was gone again, and there was something slinking over his belly, down around his balls, and Tor was lifting his ass carefully. "Hold real still, Jake."

Jake watched at Tor wound reins over his body. They came down over his shoulders, from his wrists, laying hard along his chest and belly. Tor smoothed the leather flat along his hips and then crossed it just below his balls, finally winding it around his thighs and calves, securing the reins at Jake’s ankles.

Tor stood up and look at him. "Try it out."

Jake just looked at him.

Tor rolled his eyes and bend down to kiss his belly. "Move your arms, or try to bring your legs together."

Jake tried both, which may have been a mistake. The leather tightened around his legs and where the reins crossed on the soft skin of his perineum the pressure built fast and hard and he cried out.

"Oh fuck!"

Tor grinned. "Yeah. Thought that would work."

Jake had to stop moving. He couldn't even twitch without the reins sending bolts of fire through his body. "Oh God. Tor, please. Oh God."

Tor dropped to his knees and licked Jake's aching erection from root to tip. He sucked briefly at Jake's balls and then stood up, stripping his pants and shoes off before getting the lube from one of the remaining blankets. He poured some into the palm of his hand and stared at Jake.

"Gonna make you fucking scream, Jake."

"Please." Jake heard the whimper in his voice and didn't care.

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Tor stood in front of Jake, looking at him critically. "Yeah, think we’ll try it this way first." He slicked Jake's cock with his hand and then stepped up onto the bale of hay, feet on either side of Jake's hips and wide spread legs. "Ready?"

Tor didn't wait for a reply, just lowered himself, guiding Jake's straining cock to his entrance and sinking down onto it.

"Oh God, Jake. So good."

Jake gasped. He had never felt like this before. The tight heat surrounding him demanded that he move, but when he tried, the reins slid on his skin and bit into his ankles and he felt like he was about to fly apart.

"Fuck. Tight. Not gonna last, Tor."

"Don't have to. Let me do this." Then Tor started to move, riding Jake, and it was just too much.

Tor bent and kissed him hard, swallowing the sound of Jake's cries. Tor moved once more, taking him in deep and Jake came, losing any ability to restrain himself, hips lifting of their own accord. The reins dug into his wrists and he felt like he was going to die, it was so good.

Tor lifted off him as soon as he stopped shooting, stepping back to the ground. He grabbed the last of the blankets, throwing them to the ground at Jake's feet. He didn't say anything, just moved, pressing his fingers into Jake's ass, fast and hard.

"Oh God."

"Want me?"

"Yes, Tor. Please." Jake's voice broke as Tor swept a finger over his gland. "Christ."

Then Tor was easing his cock in, one slow deep thrust. Jake's head fell back as Tor fucked him, feeling the burn in his ass, his wrists and ankles.

"Oh God, right there, please right there."

Tor moved faster, the head of his cock gliding over Jake's prostate again and again. Jake looked down and saw Tor's prick, slick with lube moving in his body, and he groaned.

His own cock was starting to fill again, the attention paid to his gland arousing him once more to a fevered state.

"God, Tor."

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Tor's face was strained in concentration. "Feels so good, Jake. Fucking tight and hot. Shit, you're so fucking hot like this. Could come just from seeing you like this. Could get off just from hearing you say my name like that."

Jake's cock jumped. "Shit. Tor. Fuck me."

Tor groaned and wrapped a hand around Jake's erection, stroking it to fullness. His hips started moving faster, his thrusts going deeper and harder. "Gonna come soon, Jake."

"Fuck yes. Come for me, Tor, please. Want you to come."

"Oh shit!" Tor’s hand worked at Jake's cock, his thumb sweeping over the head again and again.

"Christ, Tor, I'm gonna shoot."

Tor thrust deep into him and froze. Jake saw Tor's eyes roll back and felt heat filling him.

"Goddamn, Jake."

Tor's hand stroked him again and Jake pulled his arms down hard. The bite of the leather was sharper now and he had a moment to wonder why the hell that was so good before he came, spilling over Tor's hand with a shuddering groan.

Tor eased out of him far too soon, but when the slipknots holding his arms up were released he understood. Tor held his arms up gently for a moment, then slicked his hands with the lube and massaged the muscles deeply, restoring the blood flow and easing the pain. When he had his arms close to normal again, Tor moved to his legs, releasing the reins from around his body and ankles with quick tugs at the knots.

Tor massaged him for ages, moving over his body again and again, scattering kisses and soft words as he went. By the time he was done Jake felt like rubber.

Afterward, they lay on the bales covered in one of the blankets. Tor traced the marks on Jake's wrists. "You okay?"

Jake smiled at him. "Yeah. Was good."

Tor kissed him. "Was."

They were silent for a few minutes. Jake sat up and looked at Tor. "So. What other kinks do you have?" he asked with a grin.

Tor sat up as well, gathering Jake into his arms. "That's for you to discover one by one."

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Part Four

Chapter Twenty-one

It was Lego night in the bunkhouse. Jake, Tor, Elias and Hound had every box open and the pieces were spread out all over the living room. They sat on the floor, happily clicking bits together while Kip sat on the couch in wide-eyed astonishment.

"Y'all are serious?"

Tor gave him a withering stare. "Do we look serious? C'mon Kip, loosen up. This is how real men relax."

Hound laughed and put wheels on the tractor he was making. Then he added a computer console.

They played for a couple more hours, trying to use all the pieces. They finally made a wall with the last of the bricks and took turns battering it with their vehicles, trying to assault Elias's castle.

Kip answered the phone when it rang and held the receiver out to Jake. "Boss for ya."

Jake stood up and took the phone, leaning on the wall to watch the battle. "Hello?"

"Hey, son. Come on up to the porch for a minute. I've got something to tell you."

Jake watched as Tor's big rig smashed the wall and crashed into the drawbridge. "Yeah, sure. Be there in a minute."

He hung up and told the others he'd be back in a bit and headed out. He was still smiling to himself when he got to the house, thinking about how much fun it was just to play kid's games with the others. Hound had never really grown up, he didn't think, but it sure was nice to see Tor play.

His smile faded when he saw the Boss. He was sitting on the bench outside the kitchen door, his eyes serious, every line in his body tight. Jake walked up and sat down next to him, looking out over the yard.

"What is it, Doug?" he asked quietly.

The Boss sighed. "Got a phone call a few minutes ago. Woman asking for you, said her name was Melissa Taggart."

Jake closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall. "What did she say?"

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"Said she's your sister. That she found the number here in a box of stuff at her mother's.

She was real upset, Jake. Said she'd been told you were gone. She thought you were dead."

Jake nodded. That made sense. Momma would have told her that. Hell, to Momma he was dead.

"She called up and said she was looking for you, wondered if you were still here. I said you were, but that I wasn't about to give out the number to the bunkhouse until I talked to you. She said that was fine, and she gave me her number for you. Said that she'd really like to talk to you, but she'd understand if you took your time calling her up. She asked if you were doing well."

Jake could feel his chest tighten up and he thought that the unreality of the entire conversation was the only thing keeping him sane. He nodded again, but couldn't think of anything to say.

The Boss handed him a slip of paper. "Here's the number. And Jake?"

Jake looked at him and knew what he was going to say. "She's dead, isn't she?"

"Yes, son. Miss Taggart was clearing her house when she found the number. I think your momma's been gone for a couple of months now, though she didn't give me a date."

Jake folded the paper with 'Lissa's number on it carefully and put it in his pocket. "Thank you, Doug. Means a lot, you telling me like this. Not giving her the number and all, too."

The Boss nodded and they sat in silence for a bit, until Jake stood up and offered his hand. "Thanks again. I'm gonna go back now. We've got Lego to put away."

The Boss stared at him for a moment and then shook his hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"G'night, then." He went into the house and Jake walked home.

When he went into the living room the boxes were all lined up and the others were trying to match pieces to sets; Jake was rather particular about how the Lego was put away.

Tor looked up at him and grinned. Jake offered a passable smile in reply, and sat on the couch, occasionally adding a piece to a box before giving up and going to their room. He left the door open and turned on the light before lying on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

Tor came in about three minutes later and closed the door. "What happened?"

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Jake looked at him, and there must have been something desperate in his face because Tor didn't waste anytime lying down and wrapping up around him. "Tell me. It's okay, whatever it is. We'll make it okay."

"My sister called."

Tor blinked at him. "You have a sister?"

Jake started to chuckle, stopping before it could really get started. "Yeah. Two. And a brother."

"Well, shit. When was the last time you talked to any of them?"

"God, must be near eighteen years now. I left home when I was sixteen, talked to them on the phone about three months before I got arrested. Hell of a long time either way."

Tor held him a little tighter and kissed his shoulder. "Long time is right. Why'd she call?"

"Momma died." Tor closed his eyes tight and Jake could see the conflict in his face. "It's okay, Tor. You don't have to say your sorry, or anything like that. Woman threw me out and told my family I died, apparently. 'Lissa found the number for here in Momma's things and damn near had a fit, if the Boss was telling anything near the truth. She thought I was dead."

Tor kissed him, soft and slow. "Did you talk to her?"

"No. Boss gave me her number though. She wants me to call."

Tor nodded. "You gonna?"

Jake shrugged. "Not tonight, that's for sure."

Tor nodded again. "So what are you going to do tonight?"

Jake rolled into Tor and offered his mouth for another kiss. "You."

"Works for me."

Jake kissed Tor slowly, the touch of his lips and tongue gentle, almost feather light. His hands slowly worked at Tor's clothes, baring his chest and belly. Tor moved under his touch, shifting to provide Jake with better ease of movement, but not to rush or hurry him.

Jake needed to do this at his own pace. He needed to feel Tor's skin under his hands and mouth. He needed the reassurance of this body and of the whispered words he only half heard. He needed the warmth and the touch only this man could give.

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Jake needed.

He lingered over Tor's body, watched muscles play under his hands as he stroked smooth skin. He dropped kisses on Tor's chest and he bit at Tor's shoulders. He spent ages licking and suckling at the soft skin of Tor's inner thighs, listening to Tor's breathing change and catch, drowning in the unending wash of words that poured over him.