The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.
Danny frowned at the skinny pale leg the cast had been cut off. “The damn thing has about as much color as a grub worm,” he said.
Trent glanced over and grinned. “It’s not that bad. You’ll have it tanned and toned in no time. You’re lucky you can walk without a limp, or even walk at all.”
Danny scowled at Trent but decided it wasn’t the best time to argue with one of his parents. He dug through his dresser and retrieved a pair of bright aqua boxer briefs and a tee. When he finished, Trent was still leaning against the doorframe and smiling.
“What? I didn’t do anything.”
“Clean underwear. Jamie must be coming over.”
Danny’s stomach fluttered to think of the muscular blond. He raced for the bathroom so he would be behind closed doors before his erection was tenting his underwear. In spite of his best effort, he heard Trent’s laughter and then the sound of his bedroom door shutting.
Damn busy body parents.
Danny dropped his clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower. He wasn’t successful at keeping his thoughts from Jamie. They’d been hanging out with each other since Danny got home from the hospital. He seemed to think nothing of making the hour-long drive from his grandmother’s house to spend the afternoon. His reaction to thoughts of Jamie wasn’t improving his condition. In the hope he get himself back into a pair of jeans without having an obvious bulge running down one leg, he turned the water cold.
He stepped inside and the chilled water quenched his thoughts. He lathered up and rinsed as fast as possible. By the time he’d finished, everything had shrank to normal dimensions. There’d be no bulges in his jean now. He pulled on a shirt he’d cut the sleeves from and a decent pair of work boots. Voices from the living room had Danny sprinting to stop Jamie from being trapped talking with his dads. He walked around the corner to find what he’d feared. He had to get them away from his parent’s gauntlet.
“Hey Jamie. We can head out now. Sorry to keep you waiting,” Danny said.
“What’s the hurry?” Trent asked.
Danny knew he was tense. But he didn’t want his parents to wreck his fantasy. He knew the odds were not in his favor that Jamie was attracted to him. But every time those ice-blue eyes trapped him, he wished his dreams would come true. He also didn’t want to lose someone who was becoming a good friend. His feelings twisted into a solid knot of hormone. With all the emotions he was dealing with he didn’t want them peppering Jamie with the questions they’re renown for asking. What one of them didn’t cook up, the other would. It would wipe out his private life.
He met Trent’s smirk and frowned. “We’re checking the north fence. Some of the goats got out a few days ago and Jamie offered to help. But we need to get going.”
“Need any help with the horses? We’d be happy to help you out.” This time it was Josh causing the problem. Danny was losing his patience, and everyone in the room could tell. But at this point he didn’t care and his answer hissed through his teeth.
“No. We don’t need help. We’re going now.”
Trent started to retort, but Josh laid his hand on Trent’s forearm and his mouth closed. Josh glanced at the pair and motioned toward the outdoors. “Be careful. It’s so dry the rattlesnakes are thick this year.”
Danny gave a curt nod and almost ran for the door. They got to the stables with Jamie jogging to catch up. They didn’t speak while Danny got bridles on both horses and led them out. He motioned to the tack room. “The tooled saddle with the red is yours. Mine’s over there.”
The silence stretched on while they saddled their mounts and began a trot between the pastures. Jamie glanced at him. “Your dads’ seemed to get under your skin.”
Danny frowned and tried to collect his normal testosterone laden nerves before replying. “They were just being old farts. Just ignore them. They don’t get to town very often and they think they’re funny.”
Jamie chuckled. “Yeah, I understand that. My grandmother pulls stuff like that too.”
The conversation became more relaxed as they made their way along the fence. The afternoon sun blazed down on them and sweat was rolling down Danny’s back by the time they repaired the last stretch of fencing. He pushed his hat back and wiped his face with the tail of his T-shirt before he turned to Jamie.
“The creek widens up here and makes a decent swimming hole. Maybe we should take a dip and cool off.”
“Sound like a great idea. Let’s go. It’s hotter than a popcorn fart out here.”
They rode to a grove of towering cottonwoods marking the pool of clear water. They led the horses into a patch of lush grass and made their way to the sandy strip bordering the water. Danny pulled off his boots and shirt in time to hear a splash to the side of him.
“Oh, shit. That feels good.”
Danny looked up to see Jamie with water lapping at the bottom of his pale ass. Blood flooded his erection and Danny knew he was in trouble.
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