Instead, Gene was sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad chest bare, his blue eyes dark and sharp in the low lamplight. Beside him on the quilt lay the black leather paddle they’d bought in New Orleans.
Joe stopped, blinking, then smirked. “Uh-oh. What’d I do this time?”
Gene crooked his finger. “Come here, Gates.”
Joe stepped closer, cocky grin widening. “Because I’m too damn good-looking?”
Gene didn’t answer.
“Because my ass is so perfect it must’ve been stolen from Heaven?” Joe asked, mock-innocent.
Gene shook his head, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “While both are true, it’s because you damn near broke me in that shower tonight. The way you soaped up your cock, the way that water slid down your ass… I wanted to shove you against the wall and fuck you right there.”
Joe laughed, cheeks pink. “So, I’m to be punished for almost giving you a boner in the shower and doing nothing about it?”
“Yes.” Gene stood, grabbed Joe’s waistband, and yanked his pajama pants down to his ankles. In one smooth pull he hauled Joe over his knee.
Joe let out a yelp, quickly smothered by a laugh. “You’ve gone mad—”
The first smack of Gene’s hand landed squarely on Joe’s bare ass, loud in the quiet room. Joe gasped, then wiggled his hips just to taunt him. “That all you got, cowboy?”
Gene’s palm came down harder. Smack! Smack!
Joe squealed, giggling between moans. “You call this punishment? Feels like a warm-up!”
Gene groaned low, smacking harder, reddening Joe’s ass one cheek at a time. Joe wriggled, cock stiff and dripping against Gene’s thigh, still laughing through the sting.
Smack! “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”
“Adorable,” Joe shot back, giggling.
Smack! Smack!
But when Gene reached for the paddle, the mood shifted. The leather cracked down hard, and Joe yelped, laughter cut off in an instant.
“Be still,” Gene ordered.
Joe moaned, hips squirming as the paddle landed again, fire spreading across his ass. He gasped, “Gene…”
Smack! “Be still, Gates. Take your punishment.”
Joe bit his lip, moaning louder now, every swat sending sparks down his spine. His cock throbbed, twitching helplessly against Gene’s thigh, but he stayed in place, ass rising to meet the paddle as his cheeks burned crimson.
When Gene finally set the paddle aside, Joe was panting, face buried in the quilt.
Gene eased him onto the bed, kissing each flaming cheek softly before spreading them and dragging his tongue between. Joe moaned brokenly, clutching the sheets. “Gene… oh God, don’t stop.”
Gene didn’t. He rimmed him deep, wet, relentless, then stopped only to spit on Joe’s hole, working it in with a slick finger before diving back in with his tongue. Joe writhed, begging shamelessly. “Please… please, I need your cock…”
Gene kissed his way up Joe’s spine, pausing to spit in his palm and slick his cock. At Joe’s ear he bit down gently and, in the same moment, slid into him in one smooth, claiming thrust. Joe cried out, back arching, every nerve lit.
Gene fucked him slow at first, then harder, gripping Joe’s hips and slamming into his sore, punished ass until Joe was whimpering his name. Midway, Gene pulled out, flipped Joe onto his back, lifted his hips high, and entered him again, pounding hard and relentless. Joe’s cock jerked between them, leaking precum until Gene angled just right—Joe screamed and came, shooting hot across his chest and stomach.
Gene bit his shoulder and groaned as he filled him deep.
They collapsed together, panting. Gene slid down Joe’s body, kissing his chest, nipping at his nipples until Joe shivered. He licked up Joe’s cum from his chest, then took Joe’s cock into his mouth, sucking him gently even as it softened.
“Gene—no, I can’t—” Joe gasped, but then moaned loud as his cock twitched, hardened again, and Gene sucked him off slow and merciless until Joe came a second time, spilling into his throat.
Joe sagged back, spent and trembling. Gene kissed him deeply, then pulled him onto his side, fitting his chest to Joe’s back, one arm wrapped around his waist. He pressed a kiss to Joe’s ear and whispered, “I love you.”
Joe sighed, melting into him. “I love you too.”
The lamplight flickered low as they drifted to sleep, Joe’s sore ass pressed against the only man he wanted there.
The sun was just starting to burn off the dew, the ranch hands straggling across the yard from the bunkhouse to the big farmhouse, stomachs already growling for Mrs. Harlan’s cooking. Joe walked a little stiff in his jeans, and though he tried to keep his stride casual, everybody could see the wince in his step. His ass still throbbed from Gene’s “punishment” the night before.
Tommy Ray, always the first to stir shit, fell in beside him with a wicked grin. “Well now,” he drawled loud enough for everyone to hear, “sounds like somebody was a bad boy last night.”
Before Joe could get a word out, Tommy Ray landed a sharp smack across his ass.
Joe yelped and jumped forward, blushing so hard it matched his backside. The yard echoed with laughter.
Gene’s head snapped around. Two long strides put him at Joe’s side, his arm clamped possessively around Joe’s waist. His blue eyes were hard, his voice sharp. “Hey now—that ass belongs to me. You looking to find out what it feels like over my knee, Tommy Ray?”
Tommy Ray threw up his hands, grinning like a devil. “No sir, I ain’t dumb enough to tangle with that paddle. That peach is all yours.”
The group howled, ribbing Joe mercilessly as they mounted the farmhouse steps. Colt, never one to let an opportunity slide, leaned over with a smirk. “You sure about that, Tommy Ray? Might be I’ll give you a taste of my lap tonight.”
Tommy Ray didn’t miss a beat. He winked, voice carrying clear as a bell: “Hell, maybe. But only if you fuck me as good as Gene apparently fucked Joe last night!”
The porch exploded in laughter. A couple of the younger hands whooped, one nearly spit out his coffee. Somebody yelled, “Careful, Tommy Ray, he’ll ride you ’til sunrise!”
Tommy Ray, always quick with a naughty retort, shot back, “He’d damn well better!” He wiggled his eyebrows, sending the whole crowd into fresh howls.
Joe buried his face against Gene’s shoulder, ears scarlet, grinning in spite of himself. Gene gave Colt a glare that only made the redhead double over laughing.
When Gene bent down and kissed the side of Joe’s head, the teasing only got louder. Joe groaned, muttering just loud enough for Gene to hear, “Bad boy, my ass…”
Which, of course, set Tommy Ray into another fit of cackling.
At the breakfast table, the teasing still hadn’t let up. Joe could hardly butter a biscuit without someone making a wisecrack, and Gene’s protective arm slung across the back of his chair wasn’t helping calm the grins and whispers either.
Mr. Harlan finally cleared his throat, the sound like a thunderclap in the chatter. The room went quiet. Henry, the foreman, leaned forward with his cup of coffee and began rattling off assignments in his steady, no-nonsense tone.
“Zeke, Deke—you two finish mending that stretch of south fence. Colt, help Hank with the hay delivery. Tommy Ray, you’re on trough duty today.”
Then his eyes landed on Gene and Joe. “You boys saddle up and ride out to the northeast corner. Got a report some cows were out. Get ’em back in, and I expect that fence probably needs patching too. Mrs. Harlan packed y’all a lunch—it’ll be a long, hard day.”
The room filled with the scrape of chairs and clatter of boots as everyone rose to their tasks. As Joe stood, tugging at his belt, Tommy Ray brushed past him with a wicked grin. He leaned in close, just loud enough for Gene to hear too.
“That saddle’s gonna feel particularly hard today, Joe,” he whispered.
Joe’s ears burned as the rest of the boys filed out. Gene gave Tommy Ray a look sharp enough to cut barbed wire, but the redhead only cackled and bounded off toward the barn.
Joe groaned, tugging his hat low over his eyes. “Lord help me…”
Gene chuckled, sliding an arm around his shoulders as they stepped out into the bright morning sun. “Oh, I’ll help you, sweetheart. Tonight.”
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