Double Trouble: Chapter 116

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 116

Danny lay awake listening to the sounds of everyone moving through their personal rituals of preparing for bed. After being cock blocked twice in the same night– he knew he would hook up with Rob.

He listened with barely controlled impatience until the late night preparations dwindled away. The noise from the television in his parent’s room kept drifting to him through the walls until his plan seemed doomed for failure. As he resigned himself to his scheme not working out for tonight, the voices stopped and Danny held his breath.

The time he lay listening went on until he felt certain everyone had fallen sound asleep. Then he waited longer just to be certain. Once the seconds stretched out to what Danny thought made up a ridiculous amount of time, he eased his blanket off, moved to sit on the edge of the bed and listened hard for signs of anyone else being awake at this late hour. He wanted to be certain before he worked on the next part of the plan he’d cooked up to make this night what he had in mind. It didn’t help that his dick had been granite hard since he had stripped to his underwear and crawled into his bed. But now he worked his way across the hardwood floor and stopped at his door.

He grinned when his ears brought him the faint sounds of Josh’s snoring. After waiting for several minutes, he decided his parents were both sound asleep. In his bare feet he crept to the living room where they gave Rob a bed for the night. He’d covered half the distance when noises came from Josh and Trent’s room. He crouched in a corner, hoping whoever had been disturbed wouldn’t spot him in the darkness. Whoever it is won’t flip on a light to find whatever they needed.

But then a beam flickered along the bottom of their bedroom door and Danny realized whoever was awake, had a flashlight and there was no way they wouldn’t spot them. He fled to his room, barely getting the door shut before the flashlight hit the bottom of the door. It sounded like there was a short conversation and more muffled footsteps before the household settled back into what were becoming early morning hours. With his time running out, Danny made his way to the edge of the living room again and paused listening for signs of anyone other than Rob who was sound asleep on the couch.

This time Danny crawled across the floor to avoid making any noise. It took longer than he might have wanted, but he reached the blanket-covered form on the sofa. He reached up and ran his finger over the edge of Rob’s ear. There was a grumbling noise that emerged from Rob before he turned away from Danny. After a few more failed attempts to wake his boyfriend, Danny went for broke.

He slipped his hand under the sheet and caressed Rob’s stomach before sliding toward Rob’s jewels. Two hands grabbed his wrist and held it in place.

What the hell?

“I don’t think you really want to do that Danny,” said Levi.

Danny shot backward as if he had grabbed an electric fence. Levi turned toward him but before he began, a chuckle came from the hallway and then Trent said, “Danny – zero. Parent’s – one.”


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Double Trouble: Chapter 115

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 115

Danny brought his pickup to a stop in front of his home and sighed. He sat staring at the brightly lit house sitting before them, catching shadows of the activity inside. His parents were there. Trent would’ve known Danny wasn’t foolish enough to put himself in the same situation again. Well, at least not in the same evening. His gut still seemed filled with a tub of knots.

“It’s okay. I’m fine with spending the night with your folks,” Rob said.

Danny smiled at him and pulled them into a tight embrace. “I wanted it to be something we would never forget.”

This time Rob chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think we’ll forget this soon.”

Danny grinned and gave Rob a final squeeze before releasing him. “No, you’re right. Neither of us will forget this night.”

They stepped out of the pickup and headed toward the entrance. Danny opened the door and made a sweeping gesture to indicate Rob should go first. To Danny’s surprise, they heard laughter from the living room. He’d expected a quiet night with Josh and Trent going to bed early, but he also hadn’t thought Trent would discover them in the hay field.

Rob looked at him with wide eyes. But Danny listened for a second before shrugging. “Whatever they’re doing, it sounds more fun than setting in the park and hoping someone doesn’t catch us with our dicks in our hands.”

Rob chuckled but moved toward the source of the noise. They rounded the corner to a rousing cheer. Josh turned to them. “Why are you in so early? We figured you’d be crawling back home at dawn.”

Danny turned to Trent and lifted his eyebrows, but he got only a slightly wider smile in response. Why do I feel like I’ve been played? But at this point, trying to get even would only make things worse. But as he glanced around the room, he noticed that it wasn’t just their parents still up and awake. Darrin and Mitch were sitting at the table getting the cards ready for a serious game of hearts. Then to his surprise, Samantha and Levi appeared from the kitchen each carrying a huge platter of sandwiches and snacks.

She smiled when she saw Danny and Rob. “Great timing. We were about to play cards. You want to join us?”

Only if it’s just with Rob, and we’re playing strip poker.

He realized how close he was to his thoughts becoming reality and he reined himself in. He glanced back at Rob to buy him a few seconds more. But he knew if he kept silent any longer, they would ask him questions he didn’t want to answer. He plastered on a smile and turned to them. “Sure. A few hands would be fun.”

They joined the others as Darrin dealt the cards. For the first few hands, Danny felt as if he’d explode at any instant from his tension. But then the typical humorous banter began and his tension seeped away. A few hours later the adults were yawning and having trouble staying awake. At that point, Trent turned to the high schoolers. “Here’s the way tonight’s going down. The twins are in their rooms—alone. You other two, one of you gets the guest bed and the other the couch. No happy fun times tonight.”

Danny kept the smile on his face, but this battle was no where close to finished.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 114

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 114

Danny stepped out of the hot gymnasium with his arm intertwined with Rob’s. The evening air was a blast of cold after having spent the last several hours having a great time. He felt like a wrung out dish cloth after the dancing. He and Rob had no problem sharing, especially with some of the fast dances they’d been practicing with Trent’s help. His skills had impressed Danny, and he appreciated how easy it had been to recruit him into given them lessons. It had been a rough start, although Trent had been good about keeping everything casual and loose. A few weeks before the prom, Danny and Rob were polished enough he invited his sister and Levi to join them.

He squeezed Rob’s hand before moving into a relaxing stretch. He dropped his arms around Rob’s waist and pulled them together. Then he leaned closer and whispered. “We’ve showed them all how good we are at the two-step. What should be doing now?”

Rob ran his tongue over his lips then smiled at Danny. “How about some chow? I could eat a horse.”

“Well, I’m not sure about a horse, but how about a burger from Tom’s?”

“Sounds great.”

With a destination in mind, the pair headed down the road that bisected their little town. They pulled into its crowded parking lot and walked inside. It only took a few minutes to reach. Danny knew what he wanted. He’d eaten here a few days a week since he’d been a kid and after he got his license, it might have been even more often. But out of habit he scanned the menu board as if he’d choose something else.

When he looked down the girl working gave him a hundred watt smile. “Hey, Danny. You gonna get the usual?”

He returned the smile. “Yeah, cheese burger with the works.” Danny stepped to one side and let Rob order, then paid for their meals. They found a table and sat across from each other. He glanced around and realized the other customers were mostly their classmates. The familiarity made him more comfortable. He turned back to Rob. “Seems like everyone from the prom has changed clothes and are out at the typical hang outs.”

Rob chuckled and shook his head. “I’m kind of over dressed now. I should have followed your lead.”

Danny leaned across the table and whispered. “Maybe I’ll get you out of that monkey suit after we finish eating.” When Rob turned red, Danny settled back into his side. But then it became Danny’s turn to be teased as Rob’s sock covered toes ran up the inside of his leg. A few passes, and Danny was uncomfortably erect. There was no way for him to leave now until he wasn’t tenting out the front of his jeans to an embarrassing degree.

He leaned close again and raised his brows. With his cock so hard it ached, his biggest desire was to release some of his steam with Rob. Before he could reply, their food arrived. With their focus on eating, the heat of lust lessened until Danny’s pants no longer looked like a six-man tent at the Boy Scout jamboree.

He polished off the last of his fries and turned to Rob with a smirk. “You want to go parking? I found a good place where we’ll be hidden.”

Rob ran his tongue over his lips in a come hither motion. They reached the dark county roads and Rob rubbed along Danny’s thigh. In seconds, Danny was hard and throbbing. By the time he pulled into a hay field he’d worked in last summer, he was close to unloading.

Danny wrapped his hand around the back of Rob’s head and pulled them together. He pressed his lips against Rob’s and a were soon making out.

Their hands slid over each other, exploring their bodies. Danny slipped his fingers into Rob’s pants and gave his package a squeeze.

There was a series of hard knocks at Danny’s window which sent the pair into a panic do trying to make it look like they weren’t doing anything.

“Come on, Danny. Open up.”

Danny wasn’t certain if it relieved him to hear Trent’s voice, or mortified. But with no other choice, he pushed the window button. The beam of a flashlight hit him and he wanted to be anywhere but here. He started to explain, but got cut off.

“Are you fucking kidding me? The biggest hayfield in the county? What if it had been Sheriff White Cloud who found you?”

Danny shrugged and Trent shook his head.

“Get back to the prom and save the fooling around for when you have a room with a lock.” With that, Trent walked to his pickup, hopped in and roared off a few seconds later.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 113

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 113

Danny eased into the parking lot for the high school gymnasium. He turned off the engine but then sat without speaking. As he remained frozen, Rob glanced around them.

“Are we going in? My folks weren’t too sure how they felt about me taking you to the prom. But they’ll be pissed if the money for a tux and stuff was wasted.”

Danny grinned at Rob before leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, I was getting all mushy about finishing high school. I guess I’m being sentimental.”

Rob straightened the flower on Danny’s lapel then gave him a peck on the lips in return. “Tonight will be fun. Everyone knows us and we’ve been going together. It’s not like it’ll surprise anyone we’re with each other.”

Danny let out a long sigh before laying his arm across Rob’s shoulders. “You’re right. It’s the end of high school jitters. I might have put too much weight about it being prom and the stuff that goes with it. Now it’s here and I’m all twisted up about it. Damn.”

Rob spun around and grabbed Danny’s wrists. “Come on. Let’s see what’s going on.”

Danny rolled his eyes but smiled as he let Rob lead him into the gymnasium. They’d decorated the cavernous room in the tradition all small rural high schools. But he knew he would remember the experience for the rest of his life. Actually he had no idea if he’d recall much about tonight or not, but every adult he’d talked to for the past month said he would. Josh seemed to be on the verge of tears each time he saw either him or Samantha.

Trent became the only voice he trusted. His only advice to Danny had been don’t get anyone pregnant and to call him if he needed a ride home. Danny thought it had been a funny crack, but he’d given him nothing more than an eye roll. He realized Rob had pulled him into the gym. They stood at the edge of the boisterous crowd and took it all in. He saw several friends who smiled and waved.

But there were also people with scowls plastered across their faces. They were the same assholes that complained to the school board about same sex couples at the prom. But the screaming shit fit it generated had enough backlash that the vote to allow gay couples was unanimous. It was good they did, otherwise everyone in his family would be upset.

Samantha and Levi appeared at their side and for once he was glad for the advice he could tell she was about to share. I might not always agree with my sister, but she covers my back. I’m sure this was no different.

She caught Danny’s eyes and cocked her head. “You look good. You ready to show these city slickers how to do it?”

He met Samantha’s gaze and motioned her ahead of him onto the now vacant dance floor. They’d takes but a few steps when a boo drifted through the space. Danny spotted the hate filled person it had came from and moved toward the offender. But then an iron grip manifested on his shoulder. He turned in time for Samantha to step in front of me.

She locked eyes with the source of the outrage. In an unblinking glare, she dominated the encounter. In less than a minute, he dropped his gaze to the floor. Samantha studied the room, challenging any others. When none was forthcoming, she moved back to Levi’s side and grinned at Danny.

“I’m ready to dance!”


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Double Trouble: Chapter 112

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 112

Danny stood in front of the mirror, shifting first one way and then another. His boots had a polish that reflected light across their black surface. He’d spent the better part of an hour cleaning them until they looked new, coating them with ebony polish then working until the final results pleased him. He had put almost as much effort into the jeans he wore. This time Trent rescued him and offered to have Danny’s Wranglers starched. As a result, his jeans were stiff as a board and a professional crease ran down the length of his leg.

Now the search for the appropriate shirt and jacket had begun. He fought with not wanting to create the vampire, goth, or cowboy. All black wasn’t the combination he wanted. He flipped through his starched shirts until he stopped at a solid white one.

Maybe this will work.

He took the hanger off, slipped the shirt on and buttoned it. He focused on the mirror again and turned from side to side. After a short time, he concluded that the black and white reminded him of a waiter. Not what he wanted tonight. He sighed and hung the shirt up again. He knew better than to end up with a pile of pressed clothes getting messed up in the floor. His family made a healthy contribution to the local dry cleaner, but his dad’s would be so pissed off if he didn’t take care of them.

“Try something that has an actual color. Almost no one can wear head to toe black and not be the vampire in the room.”

He glanced to find Trent leaning against the door and grinning at him. Danny sighed and rolled his eyes. “Come help me then.” Trent cocked an eyebrow. “Please.”

Trent pushed himself from the doorframe and ambled to Danny’s closet. After flipping through his impressive collection before selecting a few of them and tossed them onto the bed. He motioned to Danny and nodded at the clothing. “Try them on. I think any of them would work, but let’s see how they work out.”

Danny picked up the first shirt, one in shades of coral and white and glared at Trent. “Are you kidding me? Everyone would think I’m a fucking rodeo clown. There’s no way I’ll wear this. It’s like Halloween colors or some shit like that.”

“Watch your mouth and try it on. Let’s see how it looks.”

Danny tugged on the shirt Trent had chosen to discover it wasn’t as horrible as he’d first thought. It surprised him how much he liked the combination. He turned to admire the match before looking to Trent to give him a grudging compliment. “It’s better than I thought it would be.”

Trent chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t act like you’re shitting gravel to tell me I can put together an outfit. I have been to a club occasionally.”

Danny rolled his eyes but kept his comments to himself. He wouldn’t admit his dad might be right. Otherwise the possibility was too high he would go in a powder blue tux. Which wouldn’t happen. So he tried on the other two shirts. The coral colored one didn’t win out but it was close. He chose a wine red top he agreed looked best with the rest of the outfit.

He turned a few times in the mirror and fussed with his hair. He saw Trent grinning at him. “What?”

“You’re fine, and Rob is waiting.”

“Well crap! Why didn’t you tell me?” Danny said. He shot out of his room to spot Rob all but pacing in front of the whole family. Samantha and Levi were cuddling in one of the huge chairs, and Danny froze. Samantha and Levi were both wearing their corsages. His panic grew when he realized Rob was holding a clear box with dark flowers. Damn! I forgot.

In his panic his mind was gibbering as Rob pinned the arrangement to him. He wasn’t sure how he would recover this time. After a few thumps of his racing heart, he realized Josh stood at his side and held out a white corsage that was the perfect match for what Rob wore.

The parents and grand parents insisted on taking pictures of every conceivable combination before letting them escape. Once he and Rob made it to the pickup, they exchanged smiles.

“Hurtle number one over,” Danny said.

Rob moved closer and kissed Danny’s cheek. “It’ll be a fantastic prom.”


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Double Trouble: Chapter 111

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 111

Mitch heard the now familiar sound of Cody’s wheelchair coming down the hallway. He smiled but didn’t stop packing even when he knew Cody had stopped at the doorway. Well, it felt like his after essentially living in it for the last month. It was a decent room and Gordy and Sam had been fantastic hosts. They had met the friend’s test—they hadn’t threatened to shoot him.

At least that’s what Darrin had told him. But his husband was skilled at telling him the unvarnished truth. A few days earlier, he’d gotten that lecture. Like many times when Darrin shared more opinion than Mitch really wanted, it had pissed him off… at first. But after he had thought about it, Mitch had to agree with Darrin’s assessment.

“You sure you have to leave?”

Mitch continued with his packing as he let Cody  consider his question. After a minute or so passed, Cody sighed. “I guess it is time. Everything seems to be okay—months of PT is what I have left.”

“You’re doing fine. The doctors all said you’re going to make a full recovery. You’re getting off a lucky man.” He turned to look at Cody. “But would you do me a favor?”

Cody seemed surprised but after quick consideration, he nodded. “Sure. What is it?”

“Calm your driving down—a lot. I don’t think your parents can take another crisis as bad as this one. They were in rough shape when I got here.”

This time Cody’s face turned red as a summer sunburn. But he seemed to give the request serious consideration. Eventually, he nodded his head. “Okay. I know I’m an adrenaline junky. I like to go fast.”

“I understand that. I’m kind of the same. But you have to figure out how to get your adrenaline rush without it ending up with your pickup wrapped around a tree.” Mitch’s grin grew. “My personal addiction for meeting my thrill is coasters. I love them.”

“Roller coasters? Like at the fair?”

“Exactly! Who do you think builds those things?”

Cody looked confused. “Engineers?”

“No! It’s adrenaline junkies.”

“And who do you think they are built for?”

This time Cody was catching on to Mitch’s point and grinned. “They’re building them for adrenaline junkie!”

“Damn, the boy can learn after all.”

“Got it, Uncle Mitch. Roller coasters and swimming with sharks are safe ways to burn off extra adrenaline, drag racing on Johnson’s mile is bad”

Mitch grinned at the boy and shook his head, “I think your racing days are over. Do your parents a favor. Stick with safe thrills and jobs that aren’t risky. We almost lost you.”

A smile appeared on his face. “We? I figured I was driving you crazy.”

Mitch put the last shirt in his bag and zipped it shut before turning to Cody. “You did drive me crazy—sometimes. That’s what happens with family. I’m sure there were times when you wanted me to go back home.”

Mitch walked over and gave Cody a hug. He released the young man and squeezed his shoulder. “I have to go back to Oklahoma. You’ll be walking again in a few days. You don’t need me.”

Cody smiled again and Mitch saw a glisten at the corner of his eye. “You take care, old man.”

Mitch chuckled. “Stay out of trouble you young whipper snapper.”

They shared a moment, then Cody disappeared back into the house. Mitch waited but when he heard nothing, he grabbed the packed luggage. Cody was the last of his goodbye and he was ready to go home.

A few hours later he was headed for the Oklahoma-Colorado border…and Darrin.

[If you want to know more about Sam and Gordy don’t miss “Tackling the Subject” the story of how they met. Early Release began July 4th.]


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Double Trouble: Chapter 110

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 110

Cody stared at the setup Mitch had worked most of the day to create. Mitch was feeling pleased with himself with the entire plan he’d worked out with Gordy and Sam. Now he had the biggest battle ahead of him, and he was ready. Cody better bring his ‘A’ game.

Mitch pushed the wheelchair to the top of the ramp they’d built to help get onto the horse. He set the brakes on the chair before walking over to get the horse they had borrowed from a local equine therapy place. They had assured Mitch that Cody couldn’t throw a fit big enough to rattle this horse.

“Okay, bud. You ready for a little ride?”

Cody had a death grip on the arms of his chair and an expression on his face that said he had no intention of sitting on that horse. He glared at Mitch. After a brief standoff, Mitch threw up his hands and walked back down the ramp. Cody watched for a few seconds and realized Mitch was leaving him on the platform.

“Hey! What the fuck! You can’t leave me up here.”

Mitch made some odd hand gesture over his shoulder that might have made sense to Darrin, but no one else in the world. “I’m done with begging or forcing you to do things that would help you. So I’m finished, and you can figure out how to get off.”

Mitch slowed his pace when he heard Cody moving. He stood waiting for what he hoped would be Cody’s reply. After an uncomfortably long pause, he heard a quiet voice. “I’ll ride the damn horse. You’d probably leave me out here all day, and I’m not using that pee bottle again.”

Mitch got his grin under control, so when he turned around, the expression he wore was as dower as you could hope to plaster across a face. He folded his arms across his chest and studied Cody.

“Then you’re finished with the poor me crap and ready to see if this will help?”

Cody squirmed uncomfortably before replying. “I’m not that bad.”

“You’ve been a royal pain in the ass—but you deserved a break. But now it’s time for you to suck it up and listen to other people. So here’s the deal. We try the therapy horse and then we call it a day.”

“And this is the therapy for today?”

“Yup. You can lay in bed and ring that damn bell while you watch TV and I won’t bitch about bringing you trays of junk food. Deal?”

“Do I have any choice?”

“Not really.”

Cody let out a sigh that Mitch knew could be heard for several miles then looked at Mitch. “Fine. Let’s get this shit going. But so you know. If I fall, it won’t be good.”

Mitch started back, his face covered with a long practiced smirk. “You aren’t going to fall. This horse is better trained than I am. She’ll take good care of you.”

Cody grumbled the entire time Mitch was getting the final points ready. Once he was certain there were no problems, he moved the horse into position and put Cody’s chair so they could move him. They had a transfer system setup, and Mitch was glad they did. But before too long, Cody was in the saddle, looking terrified.

“How is this going to help?”

Mitch guided the horse forward for a few steps and stopped. “The motion of the horse makes you constantly catch your balance. So your muscles remember how to walk before the casts come off.”

They repeated the routine until Cody looked fatigued. “I think that’s enough for the first day. Let’s get you off the horse.”

They reversed the process but Mitch found out coming off was harder than going on. By the time they’d gotten Cody into his chair, there was no doubt it was time to stop. As he wheeled down the ramp, Cody motioned toward Mitch.

“What do you need?”

Cody’s face transformed into the first smile Mitch had seen on him. “Thanks, that was fun.”

[If you want to know more about Sam and Gordy don’t miss “Tackling the Subject” the story of how they met. Preorder started June 20th and Early Release slated for July 4th.]


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