Fields of Gold Part Nine

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Title: Fields of Gold
Authors: Deans Dark Dream
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Dean/Sam/Max
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Based on a RL love story. Slash, rimming, hummers, love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, Sam, Cas or Adam.
Summary: Sam finally talks about the day he was attacked with Dean. Tay makes a startling revelation to Dean and Katie brings changes to Dean, Sam and Max's lives.
A/N: Saddle up my friends, it is going to be a wild ride! Love DDD


Fields of Gold
Part Nine

The phone rang and Katie's exuberant voice bubbled into my ear.

"Dean!" She reminded me of a younger, less foul-mouthed Chloe, all irrepressible enthusiasm.

"Katie!" I replied. She laughed.

"I'm coming over for the weekend, and just called to let you know."

"Okay, come ahead. We're as ready as we're gonna get."

This was the first weekend she'd be staying with us since she'd signed up as Cas's student, and the timing couldn't have been better. She'd keep our minds off the trial if anything could.

She showed up the next afternoon, pulling into the yard in a whirl of music and dust. I was riding Kahn from the arena to the stallion barn, and he flung a foot at her car when she cut it too close for his liking. By the time I slid off him, she was right there.

"God, what a gorgeous horse. Is he the one you rode in the GPs? He can really jump, huh? Is he hard to ride?"

I laughed and ignored all but the last question. "He can be a handful, yeah, but he's an amazing jumper."

She helped me untack Kahn, and put his blanket and hood on. Max showed up then and they went for a trail ride on Xia and Flex. Katie knew how to pony a horse, so I put Ginger on a long lead, and they set off at a jog. Ginger was just about up to a weight Faith was comfortable with before we started riding her, and had turned into a bright, flashy chestnut. Those four white stockings and wide blaze down her face made her a real beauty. I really wanted to buy her, but hadn't been able to talk Sky into selling.

That evening after dinner, we adjourned to the den with coffee and desert. Sam and I had decided that gym shorts and t-shirts constituted acceptable evening wear when Katie was in residence, and we were sitting at either end of the couch with our feet in each other's crotches when she and Max came in. They settled on the floor in front of the fireplace with Max's laptop and a bowl of popcorn.

It was all very domestic, and I smiled at Sam when he wiggled his toes under my balls. We spent a pleasant evening just hanging out. Sam and I read for a while, but I finally put my book down after smacking myself in the nose with it when I nodded off. I awoke a couple hours later to the feel of Sam's tongue lapping at my balls. He’d tugged them out the leg of my shorts, and was on his belly between my legs with my dick in his hand and my nuts in his mouth. I guess the ban on fucking in the den when Katie was in the house had been called off for the evening. I closed my eyes again and let him suck me off, jerking silently into his throat as I came.

When he was sure I was finished, he hauled my shorts down, kicked off his own, and began to hump my thigh as I worked his nipples. When his strokes shortened, I pulled him down to kiss me, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he ground his cock into my leg. I slid one hand around to his ass, just pressing a fingertip into him as he began to shoot. He broke the kiss and grunted into my neck as he drained his balls onto my belly.

"You know," he said conversationally when his breathing had evened out, "I get hard ten times a day just thinking about you."

I smiled. "I know, me too. Do you suppose it'll still be like that when we're sixty?"

"Sixty," he repeated despondently. "Fuck. Are we really gonna get that old?"

"Jesus, I hope so. Don't you wanna grow old with me?"

He snorted. "You know the answer to that." He was silent for a moment as he rested his head on my shoulder before continuing. "Getting the trial notice shook me up more than I thought it would. That day . . . I stayed sane knowing you'd be home soon. That if I could hang on just a little longer, you'd be there to hold me. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than to feel your arms around me."

Sam had never spoken like this about the attack, and I barely breathed while I held him tight to me, waiting for him to continue.

"At first I was afraid you'd come home while they were still here. I would have lost my mind if they'd hurt you.” He closed his eyes and huffed out a breath. “But when I realized they'd left, I just concentrated on you. I thought about the way you kissed me goodbye that morning. I don't know if you remember, but you were being silly and I finally had to grab you to get a kiss; then I thought you were gonna suck my tongue out. It took the entire drive to work for my dick to go down."

I had forgotten that entirely. Funny what your mind hangs onto.

"Then, when I heard you come into the room, I got scared. I didn't know . . .  Sometimes when a woman is raped, her husband or boyfriend can't stand to touch her again. It's like she's dirty or something, even though it wasn't her fault. I didn't know if maybe you'd feel that way about me."

I couldn't take any more. I rolled him off me and pushed my way to a sitting position, struggling to get where I could look him in the face.

"Jesus, Sam, I can't believe you thought that! My God, all I could think was to get you loose and cover up those horrible burns. I was desperate to hold you, but I didn't know how badly you were hurt. I never felt like that. Never."

I had his face in my hands by this time, staring into his eyes so that he could see the truth in mine. "I wished that I’d called you to come have dinner with me, or that we had plans that night anything so that you weren't home by yourself. It wouldn't have happened if I had . . . "

“Don’t you dare blame yourself,” he interrupted me. “I did enough of that for both of us. That was part of my problem afterwards. I got the idea in my head that if I hadn’t moved in here, it wouldn’t have happened, and I wouldn’t have put you through all that shit. But I finally decided that nothing would have changed it. Rand still would have found me somehow, and I’m not sure I would have made it through without you.”

He reached up to hold my wrists loosely as we looked at each other for a few moments. Finally, he leaned forward to kiss me. “Ready for bed?”

I nodded, and we went upstairs. I watched him as we brushed our teeth and peed. He glanced at me now and then, and we smiled at each other each time. A relationship turns on moments like those, and I held Sam extra close that night, more aware than ever how important he was to me.

Katie spent Saturday riding an increasingly difficult selection of horses, learning to cope with their quirks and physical differences. One needed encouragement over big fences; the next required a firm grip on the reins. Turned out she was better on the strong horses, not unlike Cas and I.

We had a scary moment when one of Chloe’s jumpers ducked out at the last minute, sending Katie flying into the rails. Luckily, the whole thing came down in a jumble, and she was just banged up. I got to her first, kneeling down next to her as she struggled to her knees.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “That hurt!” Maybe she was more like Chloe than I’d thought.

She had a big knot on her arm and a couple scrapes, but she was unharmed otherwise, and demanded to get back on the horse. Cas tossed her into the saddle, and she gathered up the reins with a do or die expression on her face as we rebuilt the jump. After circling once, she aimed the horse at the fence using her spurs and whip, and cleared it with no problem, grinning as she cantered up to us.

"Girl's got balls," Cas muttered to me.

That evening before dinner, I noticed her grimacing as she raised her arm to get plates out of the cupboard. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just bruised, I think. I didn’t look yet.” With that, she hauled her t-shirt over her head and turned around. The upper left side of her small back was purple and blue with little red sunbursts of broken blood vessels here and there. I was still goggling at it when Max, Sam, and Cas walked in from the patio. Katie didn’t seem at all bothered standing there in her pink bra with four men staring at her.

“Jesus Christ!” Max said.

“Is it bad?” she asked, twisting her head to try and see it. Cas went to her and probed gently at her shoulder blade and ribs. Katie frowned, but kept quiet until he was finished. She walked over to the mirror and examined it for a moment, then shrugged.

“Not as bad as the time I came off into the arena fence at home. I thought my leg was broken.” She tugged her t-shirt back on, and we all got to work making dinner.

Cas went home after supper, and later that evening I went up to our room to change. As I walked by Max’s open door, I glanced in to see him and Katie sitting cross legged on the bed kissing.

I watched for a moment, trying to decide what to do. I sure as hell didn’t want Katie seduced on my watch, but I was pretty sure Max wouldn’t do that. Then I suddenly remembered what my hormones were like at eighteen and stepped in to the room. They broke the kiss and looked at me. Max looked faintly embarrassed and Katie gave me a sunny smile.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked.

“Practicing,” Katie replied. “There’s a guy at school I like, and I wanna be able to kiss good when he kisses me for the first time.”

“So you’re practicing on Max?” I asked skeptically. Max kissed pretty good as far as I was concerned, and I wondered idly what Katie thought of him. I could feel a hot flush working its way up my neck, and struggled to suppress it as Katie looked closely at me.

“Dean, are you blushing? I’m seventeen, for God’s sake, not seven. I turn eighteen next week. Then I'll be legal!”

At that point, I just held up my hand to silence her and left the room. I changed my clothes and went back downstairs.

Sam took one look at my face and demanded to know what happened. I told him the whole story, and then asked him if he thought we should forbid Max and Katie to be alone together, but even as I uttered the words I knew it was a stupid idea. Sam pointed out that having Katie experiment upstairs with (mostly) gay Max was a hell of a lot safer for her than turning her loose in the back seat of some horny straight kid’s car to figure it out. I agreed with that, although what Paula might think about the whole thing made me somewhat uncomfortable.

Sunday morning everyone was lazy, and it was almost ten before we all made it down to the kitchen. Sam was buried in the newspaper while he nursed a cup of coffee, and I was leaning on his shoulder yawning and scratching my chest. We were wearing sweat pants and t-shirts, and I was eyeing the unrestrained mound in Sam's lap and trying to decide if I should drag him back upstairs when Max and Katie wandered in.

They were still in their sleepwear as they poured juice and started breakfast.

Sam shifted under my arm just then, and I glanced down in time to see him root around in his crotch. As he tugged the heavy shape of his soft cock into a more comfortable position, my body responded almost immediately. I chuckled to myself and kissed the back of his neck before going to help the kids get breakfast on the table.

We all went to the stable for a while in the early afternoon. Max and Katie rode for a couple hours while Sam helped me set up a computer in the smaller office next to mine. Sky and Gabriel needed a place to work on Foundation business, so we moved some furniture around and got them ready to go Monday morning.

We ate a late lunch across the street at the deli, and then Katie headed home. She kissed Max goodbye on the mouth, and I thought she was going to do the same to me, but she planted it on my cheek instead. She hugged Sam, but didn't kiss him, and then she was gone. Max watched until she was out of sight, and then turned to me with a smile.

"I really like Katie. I told her all about my life before I came here, stuff I never even told you."

"And what did she think?"

"That they oughta hang Rand up by his balls and leave him for the crows."

"Jesus. Her words or yours?"

"Hers."

I revised my impression of sweet, virginal Katie another few degrees, and we went home.

Tay pulled into the yard about 8am on Tuesday morning, stretching as he got out of his truck. I watched him from my office window, enjoying the strain of his packed crotch against his jeans as he arched his back. James put the first horse in the cross-tie stall and Tay went to work. When I got out there a few hours later, Tay was bent over with his back to me rasping a hind hoof. His legs were spread and tensed with the effort he was putting into it, and it was all I could do not to squeeze his hard, round butt. James and I gazed at it in appreciation until he released the horse's leg.

I grinned at him when he straightened up, but he gave me only a half-hearted smile in return and barely met my eyes. Uh-oh, I thought, the pantry episode must have been a little too much. James went off to supervise the arrival of a horse van, so I held the next two horses for Tay, talking about inconsequential stuff, trying to get him to loosen up with me. He finally smiled when I told him about Katie and Max 'practicing'.

"Max's never been with a girl?" he asked as he ducked under my arm to get to the other side of the horse.

"Uh-uh. Me neither," I added. He glanced up at me with a look I couldn't read, so I decided to force the issue. "Look, Tay, I'm sorry about that day in the pantry. I shouldn't've grabbed you like that. I was pretty toasted and just doin' what comes naturally."

He looked off across the yard before licking his lips and turning back to me. He said it so softly that I would have missed it if I hadn't been looking right at him. "Me, too."

Tay looked away again, and now I could see misery and confusion in his face. He stared unseeingly across the yard for a few moments as I watched him. I was trying to decide what the hell to say when he heaved a big sigh.

"I been fightin' it a long time, Dean. I didn't really even know what the fuck was wrong with me until that day in your office. I never got that hard in my life even when Becky really worked at it. Cow kicked me in the nuts when I was a kid, and I always just sorta figured somethin' wasn't workin' right down there.” He paused for a moment. “But it worked fine with you. I don’t know how many times I’ve thought about that day. A lot. At your wedding, I was prayin' that I wouldn't feel anything when I kissed you, but I did, and then you grabbed my dick and I knew."

He still had the rasp in his hand and suddenly whipped it out into the yard as emotion overwhelmed him. His voice shook as he said, "But it ain't gonna happen. It'd fuckin' kill my old man if his boy was a queer."

As he walked over to pick up the rasp I could see him getting himself under control, and by the time he got back to me his face was set. He finished shoeing the horse and packed up his truck before he spoke to me again. He met my eyes as he talked, and the naked pain in them shocked me.

"You been a good friend to me, Dean, and I reckon I needed to tell somebody. But it ain't gonna happen, so just forget what I said."

"Tay.” I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, but he ducked away, climbed in his truck, and drove away down the lane. I stood there watching him until he was out of sight.

Talking to Tay had really shaken me up, and I felt terrible that I had been the catalyst for something that had upset him so badly. I left the barn shortly after he drove off, riding out the back gate on Xia to find some peace and quiet on the trails.

My own coming out had been pretty much a non-event due to my sensitive, accepting mother. God knows what my dad initially thought about it, but after Mary was through with him, he was very supportive. That wouldn't be the case with Tay's dad, apparently.

After an hour spent wandering around the back part of the neighborhood, I concluded that there wasn't much I could do for Tay other than be receptive if he ever decided to talk to me again. After today that seemed unlikely, but I decided I'd spend as much time with him as possible when he was at the barn shoeing. Maybe he'd get comfortable enough with me that we could discuss it rationally. It really bothered me to think of him going through the rest of his life as miserable as he'd been this afternoon.

I told Sam everything over dinner. He listened without comment, and then said, "You know you can't do anything, don't you? Not until he’s ready to explore what he feels."

I nodded glumly. Why did life have to be so difficult sometimes?

When Katie pulled into the yard the following Friday, I took her to the tack room and presented her with a protective body vest like the ones eventing riders wear when they ride the big cross country courses. It protects your chest and back if you fall off the horse as Katie had last week. Seeing the bruises on her back had prompted me to buy it.

"Wow, Dean, thanks. I never wore one of these before, but it's probably a good idea, huh, cause I'm jumpin’ higher fences now, and urgghhh."

I had dropped it over her head, then stepped behind her and cinched the side straps tight.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My boobs," she said in a strangled voice.

I’d purchased an extra-small in the men's style without even thinking about it, and the front was only slightly contoured for a man’s chest with no room whatsoever for breasts. Ernesto walked by as I started to loosen the straps. He grasped the problem immediately, lifting Katie's arm and studying the soft curve bulging out the side. He gingerly hooked a thumb into the edge of the front panel and pulled it slightly away from her body. The bulge disappeared and Katie let out a sigh of relief. Ernesto motioned to me to give him the vest, so we tugged it off Katie, and he walked away with it.

Twenty minutes later he was back. He had cut a V out of the plastic on either side, then glued it back together and sanded it smooth. The darts added fullness to the chest and snugged up the waist a little, something else I had neglected to take into consideration. This time when I tightened the straps, Katie wiggled the vest just a bit, settling into it, then grinned at Ernesto.

"Perfect! Thanks!" She hugged him, which brought a pink bloom to his dark cheeks, then bounced off to get Minx out of her stall. I made a note to order her a women's model as soon as I got back to my office.

Saturday Katie rode really well, piloting two of our better jumpers around a big course. Not GP big, but big enough. After she had gone home, Cas found me in Ginger's stall. I could tell he wanted something fairly major because he beat around the bush a little before getting to the point.

We covered whether it might rain this week, how cute Eeyore was, Max's latest drawing of Katie sailing over a fence. Finally, he took a breath and said, "I want to put Katie on Kahn."

I looked up at him from my position at Ginger's left front foot. "He’s too much horse for her right now. Maybe ever. You know what he's like."

"And you know she's good on the strong ones."

"Cas, he's a handful for you or me, and we're a lot stronger and much more experienced than she is."

"I'll work him for a couple hours first, and I won't have her jump him. I just want to see how she does with him on the flat."

Now he had me thinking about it, though I still had my doubts. "Well, all right, but I wanna be there."

We agreed on 11am the next morning, and I could see the surprise on Katie's face when she saw Cas on Kahn. She turned to me with a questioning look, and when I nodded, she let out a whoop of excitement and began to put on her vest, helmet, and gloves. When she picked up the vest, I didn't tell her that she wouldn't be jumping. I figured it couldn't hurt to wear the thing on the off chance that Kahn dumped her and then decided to step on her for good measure.

Cas had worked Kahn into a lather, but I knew he still had a lot left if he was feeling frisky. Cas replaced his saddle with Katie's and gave her a leg up. Kahn is big, and I could see Katie eyeing how far she was from the ground. She gathered up the double reins and asked Kahn to walk. His head came up at the unfamiliar signals, and I thought it was gonna be all over right there, but when she cued him more firmly, he dropped his head and walked to the rail.

Cas ran her through the gaits, and we watched as Katie tried to adjust Kahn's big strides and arrogant attitude. At one point, she circled him away from the rail to change directions. He didn't feel like doing that and shook his head a few times as he moved sideways under her. She stuck a spur in him, growled in his ear, and swatted him with her crop as she legged him into the turn. 90% of the battle with a strong-willed horse is to have the courage of your convictions. Katie had that (this time), and Kahn conceded the match, completing the turn quietly, but riding him on the flat in the arena was entirely different than piloting him around a big jumping course in front of a noisy crowd. Katie had a lot of work ahead of her if she expected to ride him in competition.

The next two weeks passed fairly uneventfully. Tay came every Tuesday to shoe whichever horses were due. The first week he gave me a look when I handed him a Starbucks and held the horse for him, obviously wondering why I didn't have a stable boy doing such a menial task. I just smiled at him and sipped my mocha.

When I got called away to the phone, I snagged Gabriel to hold the horse Tay was working on. As I walked away, Tay was staring at Gabriel, probably wondering which side of the fence he fell on.

The second week Tay was pretty friendly with me, chatting like he used to as he worked on hoof after hoof. We had a full day of horses, so I ordered us sandwiches from the deli. We went to my office for lunch, where I sat in one of the visitor’s chairs next to him, sharing the small table between us. It was private and quiet, and I could see the wheels turning as we ate, but he stuck to neutral subjects like Sky going to vet school, and the various rescues we had now eight in all.

He worked through the afternoon and didn’t finish up until almost five, so I invited him home for dinner. He looked at me for a long moment trying to determine my motive, I suppose so I coaxed him a little.

“Come on, it’s just dinner. We eat with forks just like straight guys do, for Christ’s sake, and I promise we won’t talk about anything queer.”

“Jesus, Dean.” He had the grace to flush at that, and then he smiled at me. “Yeah, okay, that’d be good, thanks. I got a clean shirt in the truck.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at me when I strolled into the kitchen with Tay, and I raised both of mine back. He was looking damn sexy to me in a tailored burgundy shirt paired with tight black jeans and my crotch lit up like a pinball machine as I struggled for something innocuous to say in front of Tay. Unfortunately, 'fuck me NOW!!!' was the only thing that immediately came to mind.

"You remember Tay, don't you?" I managed as I let Tay walk ahead of me and frantically adjusted my thickening cock to a more comfortable, if less inconspicuous, position. I also pulled my shirt loose in an effort to look casual and hide my boner at the same time. Sam shook hands with Tay, ignoring my glares, and directed him down the hall to the bathroom. As soon as Tay rounded the corner out of sight, I grabbed Sam's arm.

"You looked totally edible.” I hissed. "I want you now!"

He patted my chest soothingly and kissed me on the mouth. "Calm down, Dean. We have company, remember?"

Tay came walking back into the kitchen doing up the top button on his Wranglers and buckling his belt kind of a reverse strip tease. As he tugged his belt into place, the crotch of his jeans snugged up tight for a moment, and I saw Sam glance at the healthy bulge on display there.

Max loped in from the garage just then. A big grin spread slowly across his face as he walked to us. Tay was sort of behind me and off to the side, so Max didn't see him as he cupped Sam behind his neck and wetly kissed him hello.

"You look fucking HOT!"

I glanced at Tay, who was taking it all in with an unreadable expression on his face. I'd told him we wouldn't talk about anything queer; I hadn't promised him we wouldn't do anything queer.

"Max, I think you know Tay from the barn."

Max's gaze passed over me as he turned to shake Tay's hand, and I could tell he was wondering what the hell was up. I poured wine for Sam and me, got a beer for Tay, and left Max staring into the fridge trying to decide between iced tea and milk.

We had lamb chops with mint jelly, new potatoes, and fresh bread. Tay ate steadily, and I figured his bachelor dinners probably didn’t compare with Sam’s culinary skills. He was quiet, but I saw that he was paying attention to the physical interactions between Sam and me. He noticed how Sam always touched me when he walked behind my chair, and the way we smiled at each other when our eyes met. Sam called me ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ on a regular basis, something Tay probably hadn’t heard since he’d never spent much time around us privately like this.

By the time we headed for the den with coffee and a box of Stiva’s finest pastries, Tay seemed pretty comfortable. Max joined us with a book, tugged his shirt off, dropped his pants to the floor, and was curled up in his chair before recalling that we had company.  Tay had been looking at Max during all this, studying Max’s body as he stammered out an apology.

“Sorry,” Max said. “We always, um, sit around in our, uh, shorts in the evening.”

"No problem," Tay muttered, finally turning away from the sight of Max's smooth, slender body. I studied Max for another moment, wondering what aspect of him had interested Tay most. The dark pink nipples, the narrow hips, the pale fuzz below his belly button that widened slightly just above his briefs? Max looked very appealing to me, but then, I already loved him.

I pushed Tay down onto the couch and sat next to him as Sam took a chair across from us. We munched on chocolate éclairs, pecan brownies, and Italian wedding cookies while watching a slideshow of Max’s Amarillo photos on the TV. Each picture was on the screen for ten seconds, and Tay leaned forward to study the one of Chris kissing Zane while Zane held up his trophy, and later, the one of me staring at Del in stupefied delight.

“Who’s that?” he asked.

“Guy named Del we met at a bar.” I figured he didn't need the extended description of Del as the guy we took back to our room for a rowdy couple hours of mindless sex, or the guy his former employee, Sky, had spent a hot weekend with recently.

Tay watched the rest of the slides in silence, except for a comment on how good Cher looked working a steer. After the last picture faded off the screen, he stood to leave. I walked him to the door, stopping when he turned to face me with a serious expression.

“Thanks for dinner. You and Sam and, uh, Max seem like you got a good relationship. It, ah . . .”

He waved a hand vaguely and couldn't seem to find a word that covered the three of us, so I saved him. “We love each other.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s it.” He looked away down the empty hall for a moment. “You know what old man Harper down to the feed store calls Castlewood? Faggot Farm.”

I hadn’t known that, but it didn’t surprise me. Douglas Harper was a mean, unhappy old man who hated almost everything. I made a mental note to check with Bella. I didn’t think Castlewood spent any money with him, but now I was going to make damn sure that none of us owners, trainers, riders, stable boys ever went in there again.

As Tay began to go out the door, I put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned back to me questioningly, I kissed him lightly on the mouth and then pulled him into a hug. He hesitated just a moment before bringing his arms up around my back. I gave him enough of a squeeze to bump our crotches together and then let him go. He gave me an odd little smile and left.

Sam found me in the kitchen a few minutes later, raising an eyebrow when I glanced at him. I shrugged. “He said we looked good together.”

“Damn right we do,” he said, grabbing me from behind with a hand on my chest and the other cupping my nuts and tugging them up firmly. As he nibbled on my ear, I ground my butt back into him, giggling when he made chomping noises on my neck. I turned in his arms so we could kiss, and felt another set of hands slide up my back as Max leaned against me. He kissed Sam over my shoulder, humping my ass while Sam was hardening against me in front.

Having Tay around had fired up my cock sucking inclinations, so I dragged Sam's jeans down his thighs, pulled Max's dick out of his boxer briefs, and dropped to my knees. With a hard cock in each hand, I turned my head back and forth, working one and then the other, until both of them were pumping into my fists. I knew Sam had better control than Max, so I got him close, and then kept him there with my hand while I blew Max.

By the time I tugged the last mouthful out of Max, Sam's cock had drizzled precum down my arm clear to the elbow. As I buried my nose in the familiar, arousing scent of Sam, I knew this wasn't gonna take long, and I was right.

Sam reached a hand to my chest and thumbed my nipple as I slurped on his dripping cock. Max had knelt down beside me with a hand tickling my balls and his mouth on my neck. When I could no longer pant and suck at the same time, I dropped Sam's cock from my mouth and looked up at him as I endured those last few endless seconds before orgasm. He stared at me through narrowed eyes, waiting until I started to shoot before dropping his head back and firing his load onto my chest.

When my breathing had slowed, I started to get to my feet, but I'd been kneeling on hard tile for twenty minutes and my knees wouldn't work. Sam hauled me to my feet and sat me on one of the island stools, chuckling to himself as he unbuttoned my shirt.

"This is why you're supposed to do it naked," he said, holding up my cum-covered shirt as evidence. We stripped and threw all the clothes in the washer before heading back to the den. The three of us wedged ourselves into a pile on the couch, covered up with quilts, and watched TV until Sam was the only one awake.

Late morning on the Friday before the trial, Jesse called me as I was plowing through paperwork in my office at Castlewood. I'd left him a message about the trial date and wasn't surprised when he returned my call.

"Hey. We want to come over and see you guys this weekend. What day's good for you?"

Sam had a wedding Saturday, so we settled on Sunday. "Come for lunch. It's supposed to be hot so we can do the pool thing." Katie flashed through my head. "Bring suits. We may have a girl around for a few hours."

He chuckled as I explained Katie to him, and told him the story of her practicing on Max.

"Jesus, she sounds dangerous. Don't let her corrupt him, for God's sake."

After we'd said goodbye, I decided to try to get everyone over for dinner and hot tubbing on Sunday. That would give us the afternoon with just Ben and Jesse, which I felt would be good for both Max and Sam.

Chris and Zane were in town and said they'd love to come over. I saw Zane most days at the barn, but had seen Chris only once since Amarillo. We'd had lunch together a couple weeks ago our quarterly financial update lunch.

Cas said he'd be there. He came over a few nights a week for dinner anyway, so having him around for Sunday was pretty much a given.

Sky was free and asked if he could bring Gabriel.

"Sure, if you think he's ready for the whole bare-assed bunch of us."

"Yeah, it'll be good for him. It's a no-pressure way for us to get naked with each other again, and maybe seeing all those swingin' dicks'll get him in the mood."

"In the mood? Didn't you guys get together that day he climbed in bed with you?"

"No! He did exactly what you told him to do. He comforted me. Which was great that's what I needed that day, but by that night, I needed something else and I made it pretty damn clear."

"Why haven't you just jumped him?"

"I don't know." His voice was full of frustration and disappointment. "I like him a lot, but I'm not sure we're gonna click, ya know? That's why I went to see Del. I needed to remember what it's like to be excited about being with someone. Gabriel's a great guy. I just don't think he's my guy."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, don't worry about it. I'm sure my man's out there somewhere. Anyway, thanks for the invite. We'll be there."

That phone call explained a lot. I had wondered at Sky's motivation for running off to see Del when he had a perfectly good guy right there in the next bedroom. But chemistry's a funny thing, and if they didn't have it, they didn't have it.

Next I called David, Max's artistic mentor, and to my surprise, he accepted. He'd become a friend in the handful of months since he'd been helping Max discover his abilities, and I was pleased that he'd be joining us.

After I hung up with David, I sat there for a few minutes, and then picked up the phone again.

"Tay here."

"Hey. We're having a thing at the house Sunday bar-b-q and hot tub and I think you should come over. It'll be the guy who helped out Sam in Dallas, his partner, Sky, Cas, and some guys you met at the wedding."

"Well."

"Oh, come on. We get naked in the hot tub, and sometimes there's a little grab-ass, but that's about it." Tay was silent. "Where are you?"

"Just down the road from you at Bob Packer's place. "

"You eat yet?"

"No, but . . . "

"Stay put. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

I hung up on him before he could object further, leaped in the car, and zoomed down the lane to the deli across the road. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling into Packer's lane. Bob and his wife kept two Clydesdales sisters named Tilly and Lily big, gentle creatures with feet the size of dinner plates. Tay was just putting Lily away when I got out of the car.

"Come on." I tipped my head toward the pond at the side of the house, and walked out to the end of the little dock Bob had built for his wife. They both worked during the day, so I knew we had the place to ourselves. Tay sat down beside me, our feet dangling just above the water, and sighed when I handed him a big, messy, meatball sub.

We ate silently, watching frogs and birds putter around the edge of the pond. It wasn't very large, but it was a year-round source of water and drew all sorts of wildlife. At one point I wiped a smear of sauce off Tay's cheek with my finger, and then sucked it clean while he watched me. One side of his mouth kicked up in a tiny smile before he turned back to his sandwich.

After I had shoved the wrappers back into the bag, I rested a hand on Tay's thigh. He sat there looking down at it, but didn't move as I rubbed my thumb slowly back and forth.

"How's that feel?" I asked him quietly.

He swallowed hard, and for a moment I thought he wasn't gonna answer, but then he whispered, "Good. It feels real good."

"Come over Sunday, Tay. Just hang out with us for a while. You don't have to get naked, and nobody's gonna hassle you."

"Everybody who's gonna be there, they're all " He paused, and I didn't think he'd be able to get the word out, but he finally managed it. "gay, right?"

"Yup. Every last one of us likes boys. Well, except for Max," I added, thinking of Katie. "He's kind of straddling the fence at the moment."

He was silent for several minutes, and since I didn't have to be anywhere else, I let him think as he watched my thumb sweep in little arcs across his leg. Finally he spoke.

"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Thrilled to have him curious and talking, I replied, "Anything."

"When Max came in the other night, he kissed Sam like I kissed you that day." He paused, and then came out with it. "Does Sam sleep with both of you?"

I squeezed his leg. "Mostly it's just Sam and me, but yeah, the three of us have fooled around in various combinations, depending on who's home and who's in the mood."

He took a while to process that, staring off across the fields. Somewhere during that lull, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and held me loosely rubbing the back of my hand with his pinky as I continued to stroke his leg with my thumb.

"You're not jealous? I mean, Sam's pretty much married to you. Why do you let him fuck around?"

I thought about how to explain our relationship to Tay, who'd been raised in the straight, monogamous world of a small town.

"Well, I don't just let him, he lets me, too. That day in my office? I called him to ask if it was okay before you got your blow job." He looked at me for the first time since we'd sat down. "Sam and I trust each other. BUT not all gay couples play around. Jesse and his partner Ben are monogamous. It can be whatever you make it, whatever you want it to be."

Tay turned away again, and I wondered if I was getting through to him at all. I slid my hand slowly up his leg, eventually bumping into his nuts. He still held my wrist and made no attempt to stop me, although he closed his eyes for a moment. I flexed my fingers into the meat of his inner thigh.

"So, you gonna come over?"

He smiled, still with his eyes closed, and squeezed my wrist. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna come over."

We went back to our respective jobs, both of us thinking that Sunday was gonna be an interesting day.

When I got back to the barn, I called Adam to invite him to the get-together on Sunday, but he said he was leaving for Los Angeles Saturday morning and wouldn't be back until Tuesday. We chatted a bit, and he was friendly enough, but our old easy intimacy was gone. After I hung up, I sat there lost in thought, staring out the window and thinking about Sam.

Talking to Adam always upset me a little and I decided to indulge myself in something guaranteed to take my mind off him. I tugged off my pants, took off my underwear, and put my oldest riding tights on.

In the car on the way to Stiva's, I called Vincent's cell. "Hey, I need a favor. Could I borrow your apartment?  I need to seduce Sam and that's the closest place. Plus it'll be like old times since that's where it all started."

He laughingly agreed, adding a crude remark about nooners before promising to send Sam out the back door in fifteen minutes.

By the time Sam stuck his head out, I was lounging on the stairs with my shirt partially unbuttoned and one hand inside pinching a nipple. My erection was slanting across my belly, outlined in what I hoped was mouth-watering detail by my clingy white tights. I smiled at him and slowly ran my tongue across my upper lip.

His expression tightened, and he glanced back into the kitchen before stepping out and letting the door close behind him. He watched the hand inside my shirt for a moment before dropping his gaze to my crotch. When my cock lurched, his jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath as his hand moved involuntarily to his own hardening cock.

I crooked my finger at him as I got to my feet, looking over my shoulder as I took a few steps up, making sure my ass was facing him. He stared at it for a second, and then took the steps two at a time, coming after me fast. I made it about halfway to the landing before he got a hand on me, gripping my hip as he came alongside. He thrust the door open and propelled me inside, slowing only long enough to kick the door shut behind us.

Fields of Gold Part Nine Continued





Thank you Micalina for these awesome Dean & Sam Pix! Hugs DDD