AUTHOR: Pandora
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RATING: Slash story. Strictly adults only. Contains male/male sex.
MAIN CHARACTER/S: Jimmy and Jake Colter
STATUS: COMPLETED.
DISCLAIMER: Although I love them, these characters are not mine.
NOTES: References to TYR episodes "A Noble Chase" and "Matched Pair" If you aren't familiar with these episodes then I suggest you refresh your memory by reading the episode guides at Riders Coming!
CHAPTER 2
Still lying on his side, Jake held his breath as he waited for the next move. He listened to the sounds of laughter coming from the bar below. Suddenly the noise just seemed to fade as he felt a cool hand cup his knee-cap. It wasn’t a firm touch, just a caress that gradually slid up his leg. Jake slowly released his breath as he began to feel every hair on his thigh move and bend under the light pressure. He involuntarily shivered. Once the hand reached the top of his thigh, it changed direction, moving slowly downwards and grasping his stiff cock. He could feel the hand warm up, sharing his heat. Slowly it began to move up and down, applying pressure in the right spots and then playing with the foreskin. The grip strengthened and firmly moved up and down along the length of his hard shaft. Jake could feel Jimmy’s sweaty stomach and penis resting against his back. The sensations he was feeling were better than self-gratification because someone else was doing it. A man no less, a man who knew how a man worked and what he needed. Jake allowed himself to focus solely on the sensations of his groin area and everything else disappeared, it was though his heart had moved and now beat within his penis. All he could feel was his own throbbing against the hand, which was moving faster now, trying to draw him out. And draw him out it did. Jake let out a moan as his passion spurted out in the form of warm, thick semen. The hand, its task completed, just rested for a while. It cupped Jake’s new limpness, feeling the sticky moisture and warmth. Jake enjoyed the release but at the same time he felt indebted to give back what he had just received. He turned over and faced Hickok.
Hickok’s eyes were shut but he was not asleep. His breathing was labored and Jake could see his flat stomach moving quickly up and down. The skin of his naked body gleamed with sweat in the moonlight. Jake could not fight the impulse to reach out and touch him. He placed his fingertips on Jimmy’s right nipple and squeezed it gently. Jimmy opened his eyes. “Brad?” he said. He looked shocked as his eyes met Colter’s . He sat up and realized that he was still quite drunk. He leaned against the bed head to try and clear his thoughts but he didn’t stand a chance. Jake leaned over and placed both his hands on Jimmy’s hip bones, pinning him down. His mouth gravitated towards Jimmy’s solid cock and he went down on him. Jake suckled the head slowly, tasting the pre-cum. He could feel Hickok’s throbbing and hear his moaning as he licked and suckled the head. He went slowly at first but gradually took more and more of Jimmy into his mouth. He took in as much as he could and tried to widen the back of his throat muscles but gagged a little and came up for air, he was out of practice. He took a breath and looked up at Jimmy who looked pleasured but pensive.
“Who the hell is Brad?” asked Colter. He didn’t wait for the answer and continued with the task at hand.
----Start of flashback----
CHAPTER 3
Jimmy left home when he was almost 17. He was trying flee bad memories. Memories of, among other things, a dead father he barely knew. A father who died in his arms. He had various jobs for short periods until he found himself working on the property of an influential businessman called ‘Judge’ Enright. It was there that he met Brad, a solid and sturdy lad of around the same age. Brad and Jimmy quickly became firm friends and confided in each other about everything. The Judge was a harsh and cruel employer and often tried to make them turn on each other, promising them that the worthier man would inherit the business some day. This promise made them very competitive at work. They were constantly trying to prove themselves to impress the Judge. This competitiveness was also evident in their time off. They would fight, race horses, play poker and shoot targets in a bid to outdo each other. They both were madly in love with Miss Clara Enright, The Judge’s young and beautiful daughter, and they both dreamed of marrying her.
Brad and Jimmy shared a room but The Judge only let them have a few measly blankets, insisting that it would toughen them up. The Judge was not the father figure they needed but he was the only one they had, so they did their best to obey him without complaint. Brad and Jimmy almost froze as winter approached and they soon learned to hop into the same bed to help keep warm. The two would then talk all night. Being seventeen year old boys on the verge of manhood, the topic of conversation would usually lead to Clara and what they would like to do with her. Talk soon led to physical experimentation and before too long, they found themselves comfortable masturbating in close proximity. One drunken night they even agreed to pretend the other was Clara and they practised their kissing techniques. The next day the Judge found out they stole a bottle of whiskey and punished them severely for it. They went to bed sore and bruised that night and they hugged and comforted each other and it wasn’t long after that they became lovers. As with everything else, they both tried to be better at sex than the other and fought for dominance in the relationship. This continued for several months until Clara started to take an interest in Jimmy. She flirted with him right in front of Brad and gave him longing looks, she even offered to teach him to read. All this did not go unnoticed by Brad. He knew he wasn’t as good-looking as Jimmy and it bothered him. He liked to be the best at everything but he knew there was nothing much he could do about his looks. He didn’t know who he was more jealous of- Jimmy or Clara. They started to fight and argue and their anger brewed like a smoking volcano.
One day the Judge decided to play a little game with his ‘sons’. He gave them matching ivory-handled navy colts and ordered them to take 10 paces, turn around and fire. Jimmy was a little reluctant until he saw that Brad was willing. While Jimmy did all he could to avoid shooting his friend, Brad pointed his gun directly at Jimmy and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, the guns weren’t loaded but neither boy knew that fact and it was in that moment that Jimmy realized that neither Brad nor the Judge valued his life. This realization hurt him deeply and that night he told Brad that their relationship was over. Brad became enraged and tried to force himself on Jimmy. Jimmy managed to shake him and reach for a knife beside his bed. He held the knife to Brad’s throat and told Brad that he would kill him. Brad was contrite and started to cry. He said he didn’t know how things had changed so much in one day and he begged Jimmy to forget everything that had happened since dawn. Jimmy pretended to forgive but retreated to his own bed. As soon as he heard Brad breathing deeply, he packed his things and left. He snuck into Clara’s room and asked her to come with him but she declined, saying that while she cared for him, she could never hurt her father that way. She swore to him that she wouldn’t tell and wished him the best of luck.
With the three most important people in his life now a part of the past, he was determined to make a fresh start. Almost a year later, after finding odd jobs here and there, he found himself applying for the position of Pony Express Rider in Sweetwater. A place that he would soon call home. At first he found it hard to fit in with the other boys. He tried to be the toughest and was constantly challenging them. He soon realized that they were not at all like Brad and he began to settle in. He even began to see women, with disastrous results.
Less than a year after Jimmy started working at the station, Brad came to Sweetwater to see him. Clara was missing and Brad needed his help. Although he now dressed better and had more authority, he was still the same old Brad. He teased Jimmy about his choice of drink, boasted how he had more money, better clothes, nicer boots and a bigger saddle. Although he didn’t say anything specific, Jimmy could tell from Brad’s eyes that he hadn’t forgiven him for leaving. Although Teaspoon warned him, Jimmy decided to help Brad find Clara. He soon found out that Clara hadn’t been kidnapped but had run away.
....And she killed herself in front of them.
....And Jimmy killed Brad
----End of flashback----
CHAPTER 4
“Brad, Brad” moaned Jimmy as he came. As he grasped Jake’s long hair he suddenly sobered up.
“Colter?”
Colter leaned over Jimmy and spit the contents of his mouth into the chamber pot. He then lay down beside him.
“Who the hell is Brad?” he asked for the second time that night. Jimmy reached for his gunbelt and drew out one of his matching pair of guns.
“Woah Hickok! Steady on. I’ll just leave. I don’t want any trouble,” he said as he rose from the bed.
“No”, said Jimmy, pulling him back down gently, “You see”, he said softly, “this is Brad. He was my best friend.”
There was a lengthy, silent pause.
“Christ Hickok! You’re even more messed up than I thought. You actually fuck your gun? Loaded I suppose,” he added dryly. Jimmy was mildly annoyed but involuntarily felt himself laughing at the thought that Jake really believed it.
“No, this one was Brad’s gun and the other one, I killed him with.”
Jake sensed the emotion in Jimmy’s voice and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what this Brad fella was to him. Jake hated genuine emotions. He couldn’t function if he experienced them too often but he figured it owed it to Hickok to at least pretend to care.
“You want to talk about it?" Colter asked hesitantly.
Jimmy looked over at him dubiously. ‘Talking about it’ seemed like a very unColter-like activity.
“We could talk about it if you want to Jake or maybe....... we could just fuck instead?”
Colter flashed his less-than-white teeth and proceeded to pin Jimmy down.
“It’s a deal.”
Jimmy woke up alone the next morning and as he got up he had to pinch himself to see whether or not the previous night had been a dream. As he mounted his horse for the trip back, his aching ass confirmed that it hadn’t been. Although it hurt a little, it was a nice old feeling and he was comforted by the thought that the next time he and Colter met, it would be payback time.
End
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