Slapout: Chapter 15

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.

Chapter 15

Alec’s emotional equilibrium was screwed up after spending only a few hours with Pete. They were having a wonderful time at the midway and he loved the affection Pete showed him. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off. If there were any of ‘those’ looks, Alec was too focused on his date. He glanced around and smiled to find they were at the gate for the ferris wheel. He shivered when he felt Pete wrap his arm around his waist.

Alec grinned. “Tonight has been fun. Thanks.”

Pete gave him a grin and kissed his cheek. Alec was oblivious to any mumbling from the people surrounding them. Pete played it better than Alec had seen before. He chose the biggest and most obvious of the rough crowd and blew him a kiss. The little mob let out a collective growl and turned on the pair.

“Button it up!”

It took Alec a second before he realized the command came from the carny running the ride. He held the thugs in a contemptuous glare. The baseball bat he held in his other hand made his intent clear.

Alec read the thugs developing around them. To his surprise, a number of other carnival workers were sprinkled through the crowd. The locals didn’t seem very happy about the bullies either. Alec waited to see how this would play out.

Some kind of self-preservation kicked in. They had already lost half their thugs when the ride operator made a threatening move toward them and spun the bat.

“It’s time for you boys to go home. We don’t want any more of your crap.”

Down to the ringleader and a few more, they backed away one slow step at a time. They’d reached the edge of the crowd and someone moved toward them. They left at a run. Once they disappeared into the fair goers, he turned to the crowd.

“Next round is free. We don’t want people like that to ruin the fair excitement. Line up! Don’t be shy,” he motioned the pair closer. Alec’s apprehension grew by the second, but he stayed beside Pete.

“I mean you two. Please. Front of the line,” the ride operator said.

Pete looked at Alec with a gleam in his eye. “I’m game if you are. I hate to miss a ferris wheel.”

Alec considered the proposition then grinned at Pete. “Me too. I don’t want to miss it either.”

In a few short minutes he found himself buckled into the seat as it lifted into the sky. It had been the better part of a decade since Alec had been on a ferris wheel. But tonight had been one of the best in recent memory. On the second revolution he pried apart the fortitude to crack his eyelids open a touch, just in time to see the ground rush past. He kept them open as the wheel climbed back to the top. The view was striking from the orange tint of the last sunlight disappeared while below them was the layers multitude of bulbs and tubes to light up every object on the fair grounds. The ride continued, and Alec relaxed. At least he’d gotten calm enough to loosen his grip on the metal bar holding them in.

As his nerves settled, the wheel slowed until they were perched at the top. Pete reached over and squeezed Alec’s thigh. A ripple of pleasure washed over him at the touch. Pete left his hand in place, leaned closer and pressed his lips against Alec’s cheek. The combination delighted him and a few seconds later he realized his shaft was stiffening. He took a stuttering breath and turned to Pete.

“What are you doing?” Alec asked.

“Do you like it?”

He struggled to keep himself controlled as Pete slid his hand higher up Alec’s thigh and nipped at his earlobe. “Stop,” Alec sighed out. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Pete gave Alec’s package a quick squeeze then cupped his face. Their eyes met, and Pete’s expression threaten to melt his resolve.

This time Pete’s voice turned raspy as his lips almost touched Alec’s ear. “Want to come to my hotel room? I have a great bottle of Kentucky whiskey I picked up.”

Alec swallowed hard and nodded in agreement as the ride lurched back into motion.

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Slapout: Chapter 14

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.

Chapter 14

A bad case of guilt built inside Cullen. He hadn’t intended to set up Alec with a jerk, but now he wasn’t so sure he hadn’t done that even if it was accidental. 

After Alec’s early morning arrival at Eli’s ranch, and subsequent interruption of a booty call, they’d decided Alec needed someone to fill his time. Cullen had an accurate idea of what kind of man Alec would find attractive. Well, truth of the matter was he didn’t think Alec would be picky. Any guy with a cock and a set of balls would be his type. All the better If they were wrapped in a pair of tight jeans.

Cullen’s guilt built about how he’d manipulated Alec to get him together with a friend from college. Pete was about as easy as you are likely to find, at least in this part of the country. Cullen hadn’t talked with him in several years, which didn’t help with the regret. 

Maybe I should’ve let Alec doing his own fishing for some ass.

“Where are we supposed to meet Stephen?” Alec asked. 

Cullen scanned the area before responding to Alec’s question. “He said he would be in the beef barns. His family are big time into hereford cattle.”

“Kind of old school ain’t they?” Alec asked.

“Not really, we know what works best for our place. A bunch of those high dollar wagyu would put us into bankruptcy.”

Cullen flushed red at the sound of Pete’s deep bass. Just my luck. I shoot off my mouth and he’s close enough to hear me. 

He turned to see the grinning face of the man who’d been his roommate through college. “Sorry, Pete. I didn’t mean anything by it. You guys raise some of the best cattle in the region.” 

Pete folded his thick arms across his chest and let his gaze alternate between the two. A few seconds later he stopped and winked at Cullen.

“I’m guessing this is my blind date you were bringing.”

Cullen nodded in agreement. “Sorry. Yeah, Pete this is Alec. He’s the owner and chief cook and bottle washer for the only business in the nefarious hamlet of Slapout, Oklahoma.”

Alec chuckled, “In other words, I own the greasy spoon and do most of the cooking.” 

Pete shot Alec a warm smile that made Cullen remember why Pete seldom lacked for a date while he was in college. When he reached over and squeezed Alec should, Cullen saw him melt from the contact.

“Don’t worry about it,” Pete said. “I’m starved though. You wanna have one of the best grilled steaks in the state?”

Alec’s belly growled, and he returned Pete’s touch. “That sounds so good. It will make my stomach happy too. We can’t have my tummy be unhappy.”

Before Cullen could beat a hasty retreat, Alec turned to him. “You want to come too Cullen? It sounds like the kind of place you’d enjoy.”

Ah damn, Alec. This is why you have trouble getting dates. How in the hell can I save this mess…

But before Cullen could try to repair the situation, Pete took the situation in hand. “Don’t worry about Cullen. I’m sure you have to look at the new herd sire from Texas.”

Without waiting for a response, he twinned his arm around Alec’s and led him toward the steakhouse. As they disappeared into the dim night, he turned to Cullen.

“Don’t worry about getting Alec later. We’re going to the midway and raise a little hell.”

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Slapout: Chapter 13

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.

Chapter 13

Sometimes Alec was almost too high maintenance. But today Cullen had to admit the punishment for Alec was too juicy not to share with his friends. He took the snapshot of Alec hoeing Eli’s garden. It wouldn’t be as spicy if the damn thing wasn’t the size of a lot of lawns in town. He was halfway down the first row when he stopped, leaned against the hoe, and mopped his brow as he surveyed the expanse of tilled soil with its rows of sprouting greenery. Alec fished a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his face. After a few seconds, he turned to Cullen.

“You get this thing any bigger you’re going to need a tractor to till it up,” Alec said.

Cullen chuckled as his eyes swept the farm, he realized Eli used every inch of his land to keep himself in business. But he knew Alec would never understand that mentality, so he didn’t explain. He gave Alec a reply though.

“Eli doesn’t want to depend on anyone other than himself. Sometimes I’m surprised he spends the money at the cafe. But I think he sees it more as a news delivery app.”

They both chuckled again when they heard.

“Did I miss the joke—or am I the butt of it?”

Cullen made a motion of dismissal and his grin got even wider. “Don’t worry about it. There was nothing bad.” He motioned to the growing plants. “What do you think? I think it’s going pretty well.”

Eli nodded and walked out into the feather soft soil. He knelt down and brushed aside the small hammocks of green. A second later he turned back.

“They look amazing. This is the best garden I’ve ever had since moving out here to no-man’s-land.”

Cullen chuckled and motioned at Alec. “Have him uninterrupted morning make out and I’ll have the most weed free beds you’ve ever seen.”

Eli shook his head. “We really need to find Alec a boyfriend… or a girlfriend… hell, if we could find him a cooperative ewe, I’d be happy.”

“First, Eww about your last suggestion and poor sheep. But I’m completely counting out the other two. But have you got any ideas?”

Eli stared at Cullen for a minute then turned back to Alec. “You know, the Freedom Rodeo and street dance is coming up in a few weeks. It draws people from all over. It’s not like Alec has cooties or something. Surely we could get him hooked up. Don’t they say there’s someone for everybody?”

Cullen chuckled and shook his head. “I didn’t know anyone used the word cootie when they were older than ten.” He stood chuckling for a few seconds when Alec spotted them and made his way across the garden to them. When he saw they were looking at him, he gave them a lopsided grin and sped up to a trot.

Cullen muttered to Eli. “When is the rodeo?”

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