Flash Fiction not quite Friday

Here's the first part of my abandoned sequel to Catching a Second Wind.


Ben typed up the last of his notes from his notebook and closed the patient file. He doubled checked his appointment book, feet rubbing against Ruby, the little old hound dog Kota had rescued last month and who'd glommed onto him, the sweet old girl, and powered down his computer.

Ruby followed him as he made his way to the kitchen, checking the lasagna and adding a bit more cheese to the top. Then he started on dinner for the beasts.

Feeding time was turning into a real production. Not that he minded, doing all but Monday's and Wednesday's work from home, the other three days slowly picking up local clients who preferred not to have to go into town for appointments.

Still, it was a production. First he had to make up the bowls for the cats and the dogs, then take the gliders and Freud, his chinchilla, their nuts and grapes and whatever other treats they were getting. Making sure the dry food was all topped up came next and then out to the barn to feed the little crew of goats, the barn cat and three barn dogs and the llama.

So far, Kota had actually been pretty restrained, but every few months, he'd come home with someone new who needed a home, all other avenues exhausted.

They had nine dogs now and six cats, along with the beasts that stayed in the barn, and Kota had been making noises about a pot bellied pig who's owner was moving out of the country.

Thinking about his lover made Ben smile and, once he'd made sure all the water bowls were fresh, he leaned against the llama's stall, daydreaming about strawberry blond curls and happy green eyes.

It wasn't long before he saw the green truck coming down the old road, the last of the spring wildflowers swaying and bobbing. He couldn't believe they'd been in the house almost a year, been settled and happy.

The dogs went barking and running to welcome Kota home and he followed more slowly, enjoying the sight of his lover. Kota looked good, cowboy hat perched on his curls, face happy, the lines and dark bags gone now, Kota rested and more at peace with his first lover's death.

Ben pushed his way through dogs. "All right now, you've all had your say and your pettings -- it's my turn."

"Hey there, Mr. Ben." Kota leaned up, their lips pressing together, warm and easy. "I stopped at the feed store and the bakery. Reckoned we could hit the grocery together tomorrow."

He looped his arms around Kota's waist. "Sounds good. I've got a list." Then he went in for another kiss.

Kota stepped closer, lean body snuggling into his, hands sliding over his shoulders.

He moaned softly, hands sliding to Kota's ass, cupping it. "The beasts are all fed, our dinner's in the oven."

"You've been busy..." Kota's mustache, a left over from the beard and mustache his lover'd grown over the winter, tickled his lips.

"My last client left over an hour ago and I thought it would be nice if the chores were all done when you got home."

"You're good to me." Kota licked his lips, moaning softly. "I bought a strawberry pie for dessert."

"Oh yum. And it was selfish. I wanted to be able to make out when you got home."

He wrapped his lips around Kota's tongue, sucking it in. Kota groaned, stepping toward him, fingers tightening. He pushed Kota back until his lover was leaning against the truck. That gave him room to push up and rub, groans of his own sounding at the sensation. Kota's hat tipped off, falling into the bed of the truck as Kota tugged him closer, thighs parted, hips rocking.

"Love you," he whispered, getting his thigh between Kota's legs, giving his lover something to rub against. His own prick worked against Kota's belly as they rubbed together.

"Yeah. Love. Ben." Hard and hot, Kota was damned near crawling up his body, soft promises pushing into his lips.

Close to two years together and it was still like this, still hot and hard and needy, like a fire between them whenever they touched. Kota's hand pushed between them, cupping his cock, rubbing hard.

He groaned and pushed harder, humping for all he was worth, not even caring that he was going to mess up his just out of the laundry jeans.

Kota nipped his bottom lip, nudged his balls. "Love you."

"Kota!" He called out his lover's name, shuddering as he creamed his jeans. "Oh. Oh." He leaned heavily against Kota.

"Yeah. Oh." Kota held him, kissing his face, his jaw, his lips. "Hey."

"Hey." He smiled goofily down at Kota, letting his own hand drop to cup Kota's crotch.

"Mmm..." Kota shifted, moaning nice and low, green eyes shining. He took a moment to pop the button on Kota's jeans and slide down the zipper, moaning himself as Kota's hard flesh pushed into his hand.

"Gonna get a quilt and a bottle of wine this weekend, ride down to the pasture and love you in the sunshine." Kota's eyes were soft, dark.

"Oh, God, that sounds wonderful." He wrapped his hand around Kota's prick and started tugging, finding the rhythm he knew Kota liked, thumb playing at the base of the bulbous head.

"Oh. Oh, Ben..." Kota leaned forward, panting. "Gonna... gonna watch you ride me in the sun..."

He shuddered, his cock struggling to get hard again. "Kota... God, you make me want." He latched onto Kota's neck, sucking as his hand worked his lover's cock.

Kota went up on his toes, chin lifting, a sharp cry sounding as heat spilled over his fingers. He kept stroking Kota's cock, slowly bringing his lover down.

"Mmm... Ben." Kota nuzzled, humming softly.

He tucked Kota's prick away, gently zipping Kota's jeans back up and then licked his hand clean, moaning softly at the strong bitter salt and sweet taste of his lover.

"Damn." Kota leaned forward, tongue sliding against his own.

"Yeah. God, I love you." He pressed a kiss to Kota's lips and then looked into the bed of the truck. "I suppose this stuff needs shifting tonight."

"Nah. We can slide the hardtop on and grab the pie."

"Oh good, I wasn't looking forward to unloading before I'd had a chance to unload my jeans. If you know what I mean."

Kota chuckled, eyes dancing. "I hear you. You run in and clean up, I'll set the top and grab the bread and pie."

"'k." He gave Kota a hard kiss. "I love you."

"I know." Kota winked, reaching to cover up the bags of feed and supplies.

Smiling, he walked slowly backward toward the house, watching Kota's ass as he went. Kota looked back, wiggled a little. He whistled, letting his lover know how hot he was.

Yeah. Life was good.