Page 57 of Stable Hand

“You in that goddamn hat. It’s gonna be the end of me.”

I blushed, adjusting my hat so the brim sat farther back, and smiled.

*

All eyes were on us when we opened the bunkhouse door and entered together.

“Where the hell were you guys? The bonfire’s tonight, you know,” Ben commented. Everyone was getting ready. Except for Noah, who lounged on his bunk dressed in a clean shirt and a pair of red shorts, reading. He glanced at us, then returned to his book.

“I know, Ben. We were enjoying the weather.” Luke commented, stripping to his boxers and collapsing on my bunk. “Fuck, I’m wrecked.”

I didn’t know what to do. I was beat as well, but should I climb up and use Luke’s bunk? Or was this an invitation? If so, to what?

“Jensen,” Luke murmured, reaching his hand out in a beckoning gesture. “Strip and get in here with me.”

I glanced around at the other ponyboys, who looked as shocked as I was. I looked quickly at Noah who kept reading, a pink blush on his cheeks. Then I slowly removed my shirt and shorts until I was in my boxer briefs as well and got into my bunk behind Luke, curling around him in the coolness of the air-conditioned room. He was warm and smelled amazing, and I felt my prick jerk at his back.

“Down boy,” he whispered, and I smiled against his shoulder.

After a few moments and some hushed comments, the other ponyboys went back to what they’d been doing.

Chapter Twelve

I woke to a warm hand on my cheek. I looked up to see Noah gazing down at me.

“You better wake him up. They want us at the main house early for the barbecue, and then there’ll be games and prizes,” Noah said with a smile.

Jensen nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”

Our eyes held for several moments as we shared the knowledge of our earlier intimacy. Then Noah smiled. “See you later.”

“Yeah.”

After Noah left, I gently pushed at Luke, who had wrapped himself around me at some point, in an effort to rouse him. “Wake up. We have to go.”

Luke mumbled under his breath. I was pretty sure I heard a curse.

“Hey, we have to go,” I repeated.

In one movement, Luke turned and pushed me onto my back, looming over me in the late afternoon light. He held my wrists in his hands and regarded me with a half-lidded gaze as my entire body went on alert.

My eyes widened, but I kept still.

“Did you sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Luke murmured, eyes raking down my body. “’Cause I’ve got plans for later.”

My dick swelled, pushing up at Luke, whose own erection pushed back.

“I think everyone’s gone to the main house,” I said, licking my lips and staring at his naked shoulders and chest. “We could…do something now.”

Luke grinned at me. “You,” he said, poking me with his index finger, “are a naughty little cowboy.”

I smiled. “Not so little.”

Luke laughed, then pushed off me and stood up, gesturing at my groin. “Not little at all. No. But we need to get going.” He looked for his shirt and found the item on the foot of my bunk.