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Tor groaned and turned his head, hips pushing him back onto Jake. "No one touched me."

"I know. And no one does." Jake thrust deep and groaned. "Like this, Tor. We can play, but no one fucking goes near what's mine without me knowing." He thrust again.

"Right?"

Tor's head was dropped low. He groaned as Jake ploughed into him and nodded.

"Wouldn't."

"No. You wouldn't." He thrust again and slid a hand around to Tor's cock, stiffening again under Jake's assault. He lifted up on his toes and moved forward again, searching.

"Oh fuck," Tor moaned.

Jake did it again, pulling at Tor's cock as he fucked him. He could feel himself getting close.

"You."

Thrust.

"Are."

Thrust.

"Mine." He bit down on Tor's shoulder, hard. Tor threw his head back and cried out, coming again. Jake heard spunk hitting the wall in front of him before he felt Tor's muscles clamp down, and went over himself, pumping into Tor's ass, coming so hard he saw dark spots.

He pulled his teeth away from Tor's shoulders and licked at the mark, then sucked at it again.

Tor moaned softly, his head resting on the wall. "Damn, Jake. Goddamn."

Jake eased out of him and pulled his jeans up. He turned Tor and kissed him gently, then got him dressed. The leaned on the wall together, arms loosely wrapped around one another as they tried to catch their breath.

"What the flying fuck was that?" Tor finally managed.

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"You know what it was."

Tor didn't say anything for a moment. "Yeah." He nodded slowly. "C'mon. Let's get cleaned up. Finish this right, yeah?"

Jake stared at him and sucked in air.

Tor grinned, baring his teeth. "Only half done this deal, you know?"

Jake felt himself start to vibrate again. Oh God.

"Right, " he managed before Tor's mouth was on his, stealing his very soul.

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Chapter Twenty-nine

Jake stopped on the small porch just outside the bunkhouse and looked down at himself.

He knew he was filthy, he couldn't kid himself about that. Head to toe dirt and grime and sweat; he needed a shower in the worst way.

Or maybe he could just stand in the yard and let someone hose him off.

He contemplated his chances of getting through the kitchen, down the hall, through their bedroom and into the shower without tracking enough dirt into the house that Elias and Tor would have a fit and make him do all the cleaning. Not good. Best to just leave the dirt outside.

He toed off his boots, which were easily the cleanest bits of him, and hung his hat on the stair railing so he could pull his shirts off. Damp with sweat and streaked with dirt and some other crap best not thought about, he wondered if it was worth the trouble of washing them or if they were on their way to the garbage. The T–shirt would probably live to see another day.

The flannel, however, was shot to shit, so he used it to get muck off his jeans, smacking and slapping at his legs until the worst of it was crumbled around his feet. On his socks.

"Damn," he said, under his breath. Should have left the boots on. He peeled off the socks and grabbed his hat, then went into the kitchen. He really needed to get to the shower.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?" Elias was sitting at the kitchen table with Tor, staring at Jake with wide eyes.

"What?" Jake had no idea what the man was talking about until he saw the way Tor's eyes darkened. He looked down.

"Uh…oops?"

Tor laughed softly, the sound rolling, hot and sexy and getting hungry.

Jake's chest was covered in hickeys, some dark and fresh, some discoloured and half gone. Tor'd been marking him pretty regularly since the auction a week ago.

Elias stood up. "I don't want to know. I really don't."

"It was either that or wedding rings," Tor said.

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Jake looked at him sharply, his breath catching when he saw the way Tor was staring at him.

Elias stared too. "Better rings than that, Tor. You'll need to get him a transfusion if you keep sucking his blood like that."

Jake decided not to turn around and show off the impressive bite mark on his shoulder blade. He felt himself get hard just thinking about it, could feel where the skin was broken. They'd had to get antibiotic cream after that night. Both of them had bite marks and Tor was freaked about bacteria. Didn't stop Tor from biting him, though, or from claiming him.

Screw the shower. Jake needed to fuck. Now. Maybe they could do it in the shower.

"Wedding rings?" he heard himself say. Well, he sort of squeaked, he admitted to himself. No one had said anything about being married. Not out loud, anyway.

Elias grinned. "Think I'll just leave you two to talk about it. Let me know when I have to have a gift ready, and hey–maybe we can have a bachelor party. Not watching no gay porn, though. Living with you two is close enough."

"Wedding rings?" Jake said again as Elias left the room. He thought for a moment and then added, "Can we talk about it in the shower? Naked?"

"Hell, yeah." Tor started down the hall, already undoing his belt. "Can't promise to talk though. My mouth's gonna be full."

"Shut up!" Elias yelled from the living room. "Still here!"

Jake just hurried to catch up to Tor.

It took them no time at all to get in the shower and Jake wasted even less time pushing Tor into the tiles, kissing him deeply as his hand went around Tor's cock.

"Thought…oh yeah–thought I was gonna suck you," Tor said, his hips pushing his prick into Jake's hand.

"You are. Just not yet." Jake kissed him again and slid his mouth down to Tor's neck. Tor had just as many marks as he did and he added another one as he pulled and stroked Tor's shaft. "Come for me, Tor. Wanna feel you come."

Tor gasped and moved his hips harder, faster, his hand keeping Jake's mouth on his neck.

Jake scraped over the newest mark with blunt teeth and Tor grunted, coming in his hand.

"Goddamn," Tor gasped. "Fuck, that feels good; love the way you touch me."

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Jake smiled and kissed him again, the water hot on them as the room started to fill with steam. "You touch me now. I really need to soap off–I stink."

Tor grinned at him, lazy and satiated. "Yeah, you do. Not gonna lie. But we can take care of that."

Tor worked up a lather between his hands and stared to wash him. Almost immediately Jake started to feel like he was melting, his muscles relaxing under Tor's fingers. Well, most muscles. His cock was starting to throb and he twisted and turned, trying to get Tor to hurry up and touch him.

Tor was being stubborn though, hands slipping over his shoulders, his back, his ass…everywhere but his erection.

"Taggart? How do you feel about tattoos?"

"Hate 'em," Jake said, wiggling again and trying to pull Tor's hand to where he wanted it.

"The only good thing about the one I've got is that it's on my back. Don't need to see it."

He'd gotten the coiled cobra his second year in prison and had regretted it ever since.

"Hmm." Tor finally gave in and cupped his balls. "Elias is right though. Can't just keep biting and marking each other like this until we're old and gray."

"Why not?" Jake gasped as Tor's fingers slid over him. Old and gray? That sounded…

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jake had to ask, as he was having trouble thinking.

Tor kissed him and sank to his knees, tongue darting out to lick the tip of Jake's prick.

"Just talking," he said, then he stopped talking, his lips going around Jake's cock and pulling, his tongue teasing.

All thought fled Jake's brain as Tor set to making him come, made him shake and whimper, hips rocking as Jake tried to get deeper. Tor's mouth was hot and wet, better than ever, his tongue dancing and playing for a bit before he started to really suck. Tor was pulling moans and desperate sounds out of Jake until he flew apart, coming for Tor in a rush, pleasure making his knees weak.

Tor had him moving and stepping out of the shower almost immediately, eyes wandering all over his dripping body. Jake thought that if the man could purr Tor would have.

"Tattoos are out, then?" Tor said, his hands starting to wander as well as his eyes. Jake didn't mind so much, his own hands sliding over hot skin, across Tor's chest to flick at his nipples.

"Huh?" Jake blinked at him. "Tattoos?"

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"Yeah. I asked how you felt about 'em." Tor grabbed a towel and started to dry them both off.

"Oh, right. Yeah, no tattoos. Not just 'cause I hate mine, though. Wouldn't want 'Tornado'

on me, 'cause it's not your real name, and wouldn't want 'Mark' because I never call you that." Jake moved closer and teased at a now hard nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Tor dropped the towel and pressed against him. "Could just get a 'T'," Tor said, rubbing on him, one hand going around Jake's waist and dropping down to his ass. "Be the same for both of us."

Jake just shook his head.

"Okay, no tattoos. But I'm not wearing a wedding ring." Tor said it so casually Jake thought he'd misheard him. But then Tor was turning, leading the way to the bed, and Jake couldn't let it go.

"Tor? You got something you want to talk about?"

Tor pushed him down onto the bed and covered him, rubbing nice and slow, leaving kisses wherever he could easily reach. Jake moaned softly, and felt himself start to get hard again, fast. Tor teased his skin with fingers and tongue, and Jake started to thrust against him, nice and slow.

"Wanna fuck you," Tor whispered into his ear. "Want you around me."

"Oh God." When Tor talked like that Jake could barely keep it together. Man was pushing all his buttons, going to drive him out of his mind.

"Want you to ride me, Jake, want you on top of me so I can push up into your tight ass."

Jake whimpered, his hips jerking. "Hurry."

Tor hurried. Slick fingers opened him, going deep and making him feel far too good if this was going to last. He pushed Tor back, flat on the bed, and straddled his hips.

"You ready for me?" Tor said, his eyes serious.

"Always," Jake whispered, moving back and down, taking Tor into him.

"Oh God. Just…God, just stay there for a minute," Tor ground out, the muscles in his jaw twitching. "Oh fuck, you feel good."

Jake leaned down and kissed Tor, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. Tor moaned into his mouth, hips starting to move. Jake pushed back, hunger and need spiralling in him, his cock throbbing.

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"Piercing," Tor whispered into his mouth.

Jake froze. "Pardon?"

"Little bits of metal you put through your skin."

Jake sat up, making them both moan. "I know that, idiot. What do you want to get pierced?"

Tor looked him over. God, that almost drove Jake nuts, the way Tor looked at him.

Always hot and eager and ready, always wanting. Always caring.

"Here?" Tor said finally, pinching at Jake's nipple until his back arched.

"N–no. Feels–fuck, feels good. But it'd get ripped off, sure as shit. Hauling bales, lifting stuff–either wouldn't, God stop that, I can't think. Either wouldn't wear it, or it'd get ripped out."

Tor nodded and looked him over again, a wicked grin crossing his face. "Mmmm, here,"

he said, running a finger behind Jake's balls to his perineum, then teasing the stretched skin.

"Oh fuck," Jake arched again, a shudder running through him.

"Like that idea, Jake? Little loop for me to play with? Tease you and make you scream?"

Tor teased at him some more, Jake shaking his head even as he rocked and moved, Tor's cock huge and hot in him, making him lose his breath.

"Or maybe here, along your cock?" A finger ran up his shaft and Tor said, "A little series of bars, one after another."

Jake gasped and dropped a hand to his prick stroking himself firmly. "You're doing this too, remember? And you know where I like to put my cock. Think about it."

"Right, no ladder." Tor kissed him again, his fingers tangling with Jake's for a moment, both of them jerking him off, and then Tor pulled both their hands away.

"I know," Tor said suddenly. "I know where. And I don't want you to freak."

"Oh oh." Jake could feel his balls start to climb their way into his belly. If metal up the length of his cock wasn't the worst Tor could come up with he wasn't sure he wanted to hear this.

Tor's finger teased the head of his cock, then pressed into the slit for a second. "Here.

Don't say anything. Just think about it. Think about what it would feel like inside you, a little metal ball on the tip of my cock, slamming against your prostate when I fuck you."

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He matched action to word, planting his feet on the bed and pushing hard, driving himself into Jake.

"Okay," Jake said, his voice harsh.

Tor stared. "Pardon?"

"I said okay. Gonna hurt like fuck getting it done, not to mention we have to go out of state to do it or I'll die of embarrassment, but yeah. Let's do that."

Tor blink. "Oh God. Gonna fuck you now."

Jake didn't say a word, just shoved hard, taking Tor deeper into him.

Tor went nuts under him, hands on his hips as Tor slammed into him again and again.

Jake was flying, one hand working his own cock as Tor moved in him, the other braced on Tor's chest. He traced one of the marks around Tor's nipples. He'd done that. He'd marked Tor and let Tor mark him and now they were going to get fucking rings in their cocks.

Jake cried out and came, his orgasm slamming through him at the thought. Tor echoed his cry and thrust hard, then froze as he shot, shudders rolling through him like waves.

Jake waited until the last one had passed and collapsed onto him, burying his head in Tor's neck.

"Oh God," he sighed. "That was nice."

"Yep," Tor answered, still out of breath. "That'll hold me until morning, I think."