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Darrin stepped into the barn, and Mitch looked over almost immediately. His eyebrow slowly slipped upward as their gazes met. He shook his head and went back to cleaning the horse stall. Darrin was not impressed with his husband’s response. Making his way through the dim barn, he stood outside the doorway. After a few moments it became obvious Mitch wasn’t going to get this talk started.
“There were some weird conversations today at work,” Darrin said.
Mitch tossed another pitchfork of bedding and manure into the wheelbarrow. “Yeah, nothing too surprising there. Those people are educated way beyond their intelligence.”
Darrin frowned and crossed his arms. “You know, you could suck the fun out of a wet dream.”
Mitch looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “I think I’ve sucked several wet dreams out of you, only you were wide awake and acting like a mare in heat.”
Darrin stalked closer, but the glimmer in his eyes were a good indication of the direction this conversation was going. Darrin stopped close, body checked Mitch and pinned him against the wall. Mitch started to say something but Darrin leaned in and licked around the edge of his ear. He chewed on Mitch’s earlobe for a second before whispering. “I’ll let you play stud to my mare any time you’d like, cowboy.”
With that Darrin slipped his hand down the front of Mitch’s jeans, ran his fingers through his dense pubic hair and tugged at it once. He slipped a little lower, took Mitch’s growing cock in his hand and squeezed.
Darrin chuckled and tightened his grip on Mitch’s rapidly hardening dick. “Why would you say such a terrible thing, and to your husband.”
“Okay then. Asshole!”
“Much better. I knew you could do it if you just tried.” Darrin grabbed the front of Mitch’s jeans and squeezed. He groaned a little but then grabbed Darrin’s hand.
“Okay, this could go several directions at this point, and most of them are bad. So let’s rewind and see what you wanted to tell me from the beginning. And I’ll try to act like I don’t want to take care of them old west style.”
Darrin chuckled and then started to explain. “A couple of the other faculty came to talk to me. They want me to be the director of the department.”
Mitch turned slowly and gave Darrin a look of disbelief. “Those people drive you crazy. Some of them tried to run you off when we first got here. Those are the same people who want you to be in charge of the asylum?”
“Yup, it would be them. Although I do feel like I have to point out, mostly it was people who weren’t mixed up in my tenure drama.”
Mitch leaned against the barn door and folded his arms. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Darrin started again, “It would mean more money. And it would mean I would have a better chance at getting some of the special projects done. I wouldn’t have to go through anyone to pitch my ideas with the dean.”
“And you make yourself an even bigger target. That job is stressful enough without adding another dozen.”
Darrin nodded as he carefully considered what he wanted to say next. “I know it’s going to be a pain in the ass. But I wanted to get your opinion. It’s going to make life harder for you too. So we should make sure we’re doing it for all the right reasons.”
Mitch tilted his hat back and studied Darrin. “Well. Talk. You already know you have four or five assholes that are going to make life more difficult. You already come home ranting and raving abut the crap they dish out. Being in charge is going to make it even more stressful.”
Darrin deflated as he remembered the university politics and how he hated them. He enjoyed his research, but infighting between different faculty drove him more than a little crazy. “So you think it would be a bad idea?”
Mitch chuckled. “Oh no. I’m not telling you what to do. You figure it out. I’ll support you no matter what you decide. But you asked my opinion. You know if you ask me what I think, you’re going to get the unvarnished version.” He considered for a moment and his lips quirked. “How long does it last?”
“It’s a three year term. You can sign up for more.”
“Three years. Might not be so bad.” He arced his eyebrow at Darrin. “It also might be the longest three years of your life.”
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