Page 37 of Something Unavoidable

“That’s not what I—”

“You got off twice this morning,” Isaac mocked in an impression of Keegan that was disturbingly good and spoke tomore practice than Keegan wanted to think about. “I’ve met rabbits that want less sex than you.”

There were a half dozen things Keegan could say in his defense, but none of them would make Izzy feel better. “I’m sorry,” he said, hoping it came across as heartfelt as he intended it. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Izzy scoffed and kept his back to Keegan as he grabbed a broom and started aggressively sweeping the aisle.

Wonderful. Keegan was at a loss. The morning had started well. They’d spent the night together, then Keegan had dropped Izzy off at the ranch before heading to an early appointment. When he came back two hours later to help with the rescues—which, if he was honest, wasn’t necessary and hadn’t been for a while—Izzy had been in a mood.

Keegan should have been better prepared. He’d figured out that sex was Izzy’s number one go-to when things became too much. He joked that it was his favorite distraction, but Keegan knew he wasn’t joking. He used it as a coping strategy—the off-color humor was a defense mechanism. His backup plan was acting like a complete and utter asshole until the problem went away.

Keegan had turned down the first, so now he was suffering the consequences of the second. It served him right. Keegan was definitely the bigger asshole this time.

“I don’t think that about you,” he told Izzy. “I shouldn’t have implied it.”

“I am, though,” Izzy said breezily, even as his shoulders curled inward. “Everyone knows my only requirements are a hard cock and some interest.”

Keegan sighed. Yes, Izzy obviously enjoyed sex, but he wasn’t as nonchalant about it as he pretended to be. “Screw it.” Keegan took the broom from Izzy and set it aside. IgnoringIzzy’s outraged protest, he gripped his elbow and propelled him toward the loft.

When Izzy balked at the base of the stairs, Keegan landed a sharp swat to his ass.

“Get going, brat,” he said. “Before my offer expires.”

Izzy hissed through his teeth but did as he was told. “God, you’re such an ass,” he muttered. “I changed my mind. I’d rather sit in a snowbank.”

“Too late,” Keegan told him. “You want this, you’re going to deal with the consequences.”

Izzy was starting to look nervous by the time Keegan got them into the loft and out of their winter gear. Then, Izzy turned downright shocked when Keegan pushed him up against the door and dropped to his knees in front of him. “What are you—ohmygod,” he rushed out as Keegan opened Izzy’s pants and dragged them and his boxers down his thighs.

Izzy wasn’t full hard, but Keegan didn’t care. The best part of blow jobs was seeing and feeling his partner react, and Izzy was giving him that in spades.

He was wide-eyed, his breathing rapid, his fingertips turning white where they were pressed to the door like he wasn’t sure if it was holding him up or keeping him from escape. “Keegan, you don’t have to—”

“Oh, I’m going to,” he replied, leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue along Izzy’s length and getting a gasp followed by a choked-off whimper for his efforts. “If I have to deal with your father bitching at me for getting to his farm late, it’s gonna be with your flavor on my tongue.”

“What?” Izzy squeaked.

Keegan didn’t answer him, too busy enjoying the way Izzy’s cock was responding to his attention, twitching and growing thicker. When it was fully hard, Keegan drew it into his mouth.

Izzy let out a shout, and his hands flew to grip Keegan’s head as his knees wobbled. “Oh god. Oh fuck.”

Keegan wasn’t sure why they hadn’t done this before, but based on Izzy’s reactions, it wouldn’t be the last time. Izzy shook and whined, alternating between clutching Keegan’s hair and trying to muffle his sounds with his hands. Keegan had been aiming for something quick and dirty so he wouldn’t fall too far behind schedule, but he ended up drawing it out, enjoying Izzy’s pleasure too much to let him go over the edge before Keegan was ready.

Izzy babbled and begged for release. Finally, Keegan gave in, and Izzy curled over him with a shout, clutching his head as he shook apart.

Keegan swallowed him down, then released him gently and climbed back to his feet. Next time, they weren’t doing this on hardwood. He was going to tell Izzy so, when he noticed the shocky look on his face and the way he was still trembling. He fixed Izzy’s pants, then maneuvered him to the nearest chair, feeling quite pleased with himself. “I really do need to get to my next appointment,” Keegan said regretfully. “You know how your dad is. But I promise to finish making it up to you tonight.”

“Making what up to me?” Izzy asked, blinking a few times like he was coming out of a daze.

Keegan wanted to smile but refrained. He was started to suspect that Izzy hadn’t been on the receiving end of too many blow jobs, and he was torn between concern for how that could be possible and the smugness of knowing he’d blown Izzy’s mind. “If you can’t remember, I’m not sure I want to remind you.”

It was Sunday again,and they’d just finished up with the rescues and were headed up to the house for dinner with good news. Violet was fully healed, and the pony, whom they both called “Devil Pony” more than her name, was nearly there. A few more days and she would be good to go. Izzy was eager to turn the three out in one of the fields just as soon as Keegan cleared them. So far, they’d been restricted to walks around the barn, though, in Devil Pony’s case, they resembled more of a battle-to-the-death than a walk.

Keegan’s limbs were loose, and he was still buzzing from a quick visit to Izzy’s loft, ostensibly to clean up for dinner. In reality, he’d fucked Izzy bent over the bathroom counter. He’d suggested “showering” together, but Izzy said it was a limit because of his leg. Keegan wasn’t complaining.

This time, it was Keegan who changed up the seating, taking Archer’s normal seat next to Izzy, which had the added benefit of putting him closer to Ryan. He didn’t see enough of his best friend these days.

Izzy didn’t say anything when he reached the table, which was a win in and of itself. Keegan also thought his cheeks might have gone a little pink, and he detected a hint of a smile.

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