The first thing Jax did when he entered his apartment was brew a large pot of coffee. After tossing back two acetaminophen tablets, he sat at the breakfast bar waiting for it to finish. The caffeine along with the painkiller would do his head well. He leaned on the counter, and when he heard his cell phone buzz, he realized that he still had his jacket on. The phone was buried deep in his pocket, and after fishing it out, he looked to see who exactly was calling him at this ungodly early hour. Seeing the name on the screen caused a lump to form in the back of his throat. It was his brother, Jesse. How had Jesse gotten his number? When he ran away from home he’d made sure to cover every avenue so no one would find him. Somehow he must have messed up. “Hello,” he answered. He couldn’t hide forever, and now was as good a time as any to come face to face with a past that he wished he could forget.
“Jax? Is it really you?”
Jax paused, wondering what to say. Hearing his brother’s voice for the first time in almost four years unnerved him to say the least. With his heart pounding hard inside his chest, he spoke. “Yes, it’s me. Jesse, what do you want?”
“Man, that’s no way to greet me after four years of not knowing where you had run off. Do you realize the stress you have not only put me through, but also Mom and Dad?”
And there it was, the guilt trip that he’d always expected to get if he’d ever come back into contact with his family again. “Why are you even calling? How did you get this number?”
“I hired someone to track you down.”
“Are you serious? Why? Why would you even want to find me?” Jesse didn’t have the time of day for him growing up. Jax didn’t understand why that was different now. They were never close. Jesse was the good son, the apple of his parents’ eyes, while Jax was only ever a disappointment to them.
“You need to come back home,” Jesse said.
“That’s not going to happen.” There was no way in hell he was going back there. The past was in the past and that was exactly where he wanted to keep it. Dredging things up now wouldn’t do him or Jesse any good.
“Dad’s dead,” Jesse said. “He passed away two years ago from a sudden heart attack. We tried to get in contact with you, but the investigator we hired couldn’t find you then.”
“Dad’s dead?” Jax spoke the words, but it didn’t feel real to him.
“Yes, but that’s not why I’m calling.”
Jax took a deep breath. What else could there be? “Just spit it out.” He was fast losing his patience.
“It’s Mom. She has Alzheimer’s. She’s not doing so well, and I think it would do her good if she could see you again. Jax, she never got over you leaving like you did. It really had an effect on her. She blamed herself for it.”
“I couldn’t stay. I know you don’t understand that, but there was no way in hell I could have stayed on the ranch.”
“Listen, I’m not going to pretend that I know what’s going on inside your head. But this isn’t about you, me, or even Dad. Mom’s in a nursing home. I’m not sure how long she has left. I found you for her.”
Jax closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He really didn’t want to go back there. His life was in the city. So much had changed; he’d changed. He wasn’t the same person he was back when he’d first run off. At least the old man was dead. Honestly, he didn’t feel sad because of it. To this day there were times when he still felt the sting of the dreaded black leather belt across the broad of his back. “I’ll see what I can do,” he replied.
“Please consider it. If you need money, just say the word,” Jesse offered.
“I don’t need your money.” He made enough of his own. He didn’t need a handout.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Like I said, I’ll see what I can do, but I’m not making any promises.” Before Jesse could say anything else, Jax ended the call. He needed coffee and he needed it now. If he did choose to go back home, it would be his choice.
* * * *
Wesley Saunders only heard one side of the conversation, but knew that it hadn’t gone well from the look on his boss’s face as he talked. Jesse Hogan wasn’t a man who showed his feelings very often, but there was definitely a look of confusion and worry painted on his face as he spoke to his estranged younger brother on the other end of the phone. “How did it go?”
Jesse shook his head. “I don’t know. The kid’s always been hard-headed, but talking to him again was like talking to a whole other person. He’s bitter, that’s for sure.”
“You did say that it’s been four years since he ran off. People change.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, I know that Jax had good reasons to get the hell off the ranch. I knew he was gay. I think I may have picked up on it even before he did. Our dad suspected it, and he gave Jax hell because of it. It was all about being a real man, right? You know what I mean?”
“I do,” Wesley replied. No one knew it better than he did. He spent most of his life hiding his sexuality because of attitudes like that. Not even Jesse knew about him. Being gay on a ranch filled with macho cowboys, he had no other choice than to stay closeted. He didn’t want to think what would happen if they ever found out about him. “But times have changed. Your dad was from another generation who didn’t understand things like that.”
Jax loved the feel of Wesley’s thick cock in his hand as he jerked it up and down. He squeezed it and watched eagerly as a pearl of pre-cum formed. He licked it and then starting sucking taking it deep. Wesley grabbed him by the head and started to face fuck him. He fought not to gag and was determined to keep going. He wanted to taste Wesley’s come. He pulled off just long enough to tell Wesley what he wanted. “Come on my face,” he said. “Make me your sex toy!” This elicited a grunt from Wesley. He slapped Wesley’s cock against his lips. “Come for me. Please, I need you to come,” he pleaded.
“Crap,” Wesley said. His hips jerked as he pushed Jax away and started to come.
Jax tilted his head and closed his eyes as he felt hot cum splattered across his lips and cheeks. “Fuck,” he said, loving the whole scene that was playing out. He liked it when things got a little kinky. He wasn’t into pain or anything like that, but this was right up his alley. “I want you to fuck me.” He reached for his discarded jeans and fished a condom and a small packet of lube out of the pocket. He tossed them at Wesley. “Color me prepared.” He rolled over on his stomach and looked back at Wesley. “Ride me cowboy,” he teased as he wiggled his ass.
* * * *
Wesley slipped on the condom and opened the packet of lube that Jax had tossed at him. Jax looked super sexy lying there, ready for him. He squeezed the packet and with one finger massaged some into Jax’s tight asshole. It had been so long since he’d last fucked a guy and his cock throbbed in anticipation. He slipped a finger inside and felt Jax’s ass clench around him. He slipped a second finger inside, opening him up further. “Work that ass for me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I know you can do better than that.” He pinched one of Jax’s cheeks. Two could play at the teasing game.
He knew that Jax was going to be tight, but he really had to work to get his cock inside of Jax’s super-tight asshole. “Relax,” he whispered, holding Jax by the hips as he pushed further entering him some more.
“Keep going,” Jax replied. “Don’t you dare stop. I want you deep inside me with that thick cock of yours.”
Between the heat of Jax’s ass combined with the friction of their hot fucking, which had fallen into a seductive sweaty rhythm of moans and groans, Wesley felt that intense need to come for a second time, growing inside of him in his balls, which had tightened in readiness.
“I want to ride you,” Jax said. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to ride a real cowboy,” he gasped. “Flip me over until I’m on top.”
This was easy to do and Wesley stayed inside Jax as they moved together on the bed until Jax was positioned on top of him. Jax weighed a hell of a lot less than him, and looking at his slender body moving up and down on top of him was like looking at a wet dream come true.