Page 59 of Covington Acres

They had to be quick, which was exciting, but the moment almost felt too heavy for quickness. So he tried to tell Vince that with his kiss, with each sweep of his tongue.

Thank you.

I care about you.

I don’t want to lose you.

Colby had his back against the wall while they devoured each other’s mouths. He opened the lube, squirted some in his hand, then wrapped it around their shafts. Vince thrust against him, fucking into Colby’s grip, his hot, hard cock against Colby’s. He smelled the tinge of their hard day of work on his skin, tasted mint as if Vince had chewed gum recently. He wished he could get on his knees and take Vince’s dick into his mouth. Funny how he’d never sucked a cock until Vince’s, yet he loved the weight of it on his tongue. Loved bringing Vince pleasure any way he could.

Colby continued to jerk them off together while giving Vince free rein of his mouth. Vince, who made him feel like more than just the Colby Covington everyone saw when they looked at him. With Vince he could brew beer, pave his own way, and maybe fall in love.

Vince’s lips eased away from his, their foreheads now touching while he rutted against Colby. Vince pulled his shirt up, tucking it beneath his chin. “Come for me, baby. Shoot your load all over us so I smell like you all day.”

“Oh fuck.” Colby’s head dropped back, hitting the wall behind them. His body flushed with heat, balls drawing up as he released spurt after spurt all over their hands, then angled his cock toward Vince’s stomach to finish emptying his nuts onVince’s abs. Vince, this man who had come to mean so damn much to him.

I think I love you.

What if I’m not good at it?

What if I’m not good enough for you?

Vince thrust against them again, both of them looking down, Colby letting go of his own dick to jack Vince off until his cum joined Colby’s.

“Oh yeah,” Vince said. “You definitely have a huge crush on me, don’t you?”

“The biggest.”

Vince turned serious a moment, dropping their foreheads together again. “I don’t want to be scared of getting hurt by you.”

“Maybe like everything else, we just do it together. We can be scared together, Vince.”

Vince pulled back and winked at him. “I like the sound of that.” He took off his shirt and wiped them both off. “I have another in the truck. Hopefully no one asks me where my first shirt went as I make my way over. I’ll grab it, and then we should get back to work. You’re distracting.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Fuck no.”

There was a sink in the barn, which they used to wash their hands. Vince left first, and a few minutes later, Colby followed. As soon as he did, his parents came speeding his way on one of the golf carts, his dad in the back seat. He could tell by how fast they were going that something was wrong.

They pulled up to a quick stop, his dad sitting sideways with his leg up on the seat and ice around his foot and ankle.

“Jesus. What happened?”

“Nothin’. I’m fine,” his dad said.

“He is not fine. He fell off a ladder, and I’m pretty sure he broke his foot,” Mom told him.

“It was only a few feet. I can’t break my foot stepping down wrong from that distance. I didn’t fall,” he argued.

Colby’s heart was beating too fast. It was likely just a broken foot like his mom said, but all these years of working Covington Acres and Colby had never known his dad to break anything. He was the first one up and the last one done with work for the day. Well, until recently.

“Your bones aren’t what they used to be, Charles. Even so, anyone can break a foot.” She turned from him to give Colby a sad smile, one that said his dad was going to take this hiccup as him getting older and not being able to do his job anymore.

“Take me to my truck, and I’ll drive you to the hospital,” Colby said, noticing Vince coming over.

“No. The wedding is in three weeks. There’s too much to do here. We need you on the farm, Colby,” Dad said.

“How the hell are you going to get into the truck?”

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