Down On The Farm

Rating: NC-17, PWP

Original Date of Completion: May 2003

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I don't want to. This is all fake, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. Please, don't sue me.

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Peeking through the barn door, Rob DiMaio grinned at the sight before him. His teammate, Brenden Morrow stood working inside, grunting and swearing as he stacked bale after bale of hay. Rob hadn't believed him when he'd said that was his plan for the day, but there he was. His body glistened with sweat, specks of dirt soiling his suntanned skin. His muscles rippled, and his jeans slipped slightly down his hips as he bent over to grab each bale. Rob watched on intently, his eyes traveling slowly along Brenden's taut frame as he worked. There was something strangely fascinating about what he was seeing. He couldn't explain the appeal; he didn't know if it was the droplets of sweat sliding easily down skin he knew so well, or if it was the way the powerful muscles of his back flexed as he moved each bale, or if it was the nearly sexual grunting emanating from Brenden's lips. There was only one thing he knew for sure; he had never wanted Brenden more.

He continued to watch in silence, running through possible seduction scenarios in his head. Seduction wasn't really necessary; Brenden had the sex drive of a hormonal teenager. Most times Rob could simply ask him, and Brenden would be more than willing. It was a convenient thing in their relationship, and it worked both ways. Very seldom was seduction needed, and when it was, there was usually some special occasion demanding it. This was far from a special occasion. With their season ending early, Brenden had gone home to spend time on his parents' farm. He'd extended an invitation for Rob to join him, but at first Rob had been reluctant to join him. But when Brendan had mentioned baling hay, curiosity got the better of him, and Rob took the next flight that he could. That had led him to where he was now, following droplets of sweat as they rolled along Brenden's skin, and trying to find a smoother way than a blunt proposition to seduce Brenden. He knew an elaborate seduction scene couldn’t play out in a barn; he didn't have champagne or chocolates, or anything an elaborate scene would usually call for. And a blunt proposition just didn't seem right in this moment.

"I guess I'll have to wing it," He whispered to himself as he pushed open the barn door.

Stepping quietly into the barn, Rob leaned back against the door and continued to watch Brenden, waiting for him to notice his presence. Brenden continued to work uninterrupted, never casting even a glance in Rob's direction. After a moment of that, it became clear to Rob his presence wouldn't just be known, he would have to announce it. And as he continued to watch Brenden work, he knew just the way to do it. Grinning smugly to himself, he began to walk to where Brenden stood working. He stopped near him, leaning against a stack of bales and falling again into watching as Brenden bent over to pick up another bale. His pants slid slightly down his hips again as he stood, causing Rob to briefly bit his lip from the gorgeous sight before him. But as Brenden turned around, the trance was broken and Rob remembered his idea for announcing his presence.

"Lift with your knees, dumbass," He said in mock authority. "Didn't they teach you the proper way to stack hay, farm boy?" He grinned and crossed his arms across his chest.

Brenden rolled his eyes and tossed the bale he was holding off to the side. "Lift this," He replied, reaching down and grabbing himself.

Rob grinned, glancing down to where Brenden's hand was clamped on his groin. He snickered to himself as he stared, watching Brenden manipulate himself through his jeans. Winging it had proved to be the best way to go; he had barely had to speak, Brenden's always sarcastic attitude had done all the work. The rest now was easy for Rob. There was no shame between them, as was evidenced by the way Brenden continued to stroke himself through his jeans. So Rob could easily shoot back a line too corny for most people, and proceed to quench his desire. It was a convenience of a long-standing relationship, and one Rob was especially thankful for today. Because the more he watched Brenden, the more his desire grew. And he knew from the feelings coursing through his body as his eyes traveled freely over Brendan's taut frame, that he couldn't go much longer without relief.

"Don't mind if I do," He said with a smug smirk, making the few steps to where Brenden stood.

He grinned up at him as he knelt, grazing his hands gently down Brenden's hipbones. Brenden smiled, brushing his fingers softly through Rob's hair as he began to loosen his belt. Fingers worked quickly against the leather, unfastening and pulling it from its confining loops with seasoned ease. With the leather vanquished, Brenden's pants slipped easily down his hips as Rob tugged at them. Rob snickered as he saw Brenden wore no underwear, his hard cock jutting out confidently now free of its denim prison. Brenden smirked down at him as he stared, turning his hips so his cock brushed gently against Rob's lips. Smiling, Rob's lips parted, and slowly he sucked Brenden into his mouth.

Brenden moaned as Rob's lips slid down his throbbing shaft, swallowing him easily to the hilt. As always, Rob held still, running his tongue along the underside of Brenden's shaft. Brenden began to whimper with impatience, trying to thrust his hips, but being held motionless by Rob's strong hands. He was seconds away from begging Rob for more when Rob began a slow bobbing rhythm. Sighing, Brenden slipped his hands loosely into Rob's hair, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted into the feelings. Rob's hands caressed softly up Brenden's legs, springing goosebumps to the flesh as he continued his slow bobbing. Brenden began a gentle thrusting, clenching his hands in Rob's hair each time. Rob could tell as Brenden's motions became jerky, and gained in speed that he was close. So, increasing his suction, he brought his hands to Brenden's opening and cautiously slid a finger into him. Brendan moaned in response, thrusting deeply into Rob's mouth, nearly forcing a gag. But year's of practice on that very cock allowed him to stay on, and roughly he drove another finger into Brenden. That was all it took to send Brenden flailing over the edge, screaming out as he thrust hard and exploded deep down Rob's throat.

Rob held on until he felt the last drop of cum hit his tongue, then pulled away with a victorious smirk, continuing to thrust his fingers into Brenden. Brenden clenched around them, grinning down at Rob and nodding. Silent conversation was their favorite way of communication, sarcastic insults falling a close second. Both had found out early on, during a road trip, that silence in these moments made things much easier. It was an unspoken understanding of how things went; first came head, then came the rest. They switched positions nearly every time, but the actions almost always stayed the same. This time would be no different, and Rob had known that as he'd knelt before Brenden and taken him in his mouth. As routine dictated, it was now his turn to achieve release, and in the one way he'd thought about since he'd first laid eyes on Brenden earlier that day; buried deep inside of him. Reluctantly removing his fingers, Rob climbed quickly to his feet, driving his lips onto Brenden's. They both growled into the kiss, eagerly uniting their tongues in a passionate duel. Lips mashed heatedly, teeth clashed, tongues writhed urgently, the kiss devouring both of them. Neither wanted it to end, but both knew the intensity could last only seconds, while the intensity of sex could, and quite often did, last for hours. So with a predatory growl, Rob pulled away, grasping onto Brenden's shoulders. With gentle force, he pushed down on them, urging Brenden to the ground. Brenden acquiesced with a grin, kneeling first, then dropping down onto all fours, wiggling his ass. Rob giggled at that sight as he dropped down beside him, and working as fast as he could, he went to work on removing his jeans.

It took only seconds for him to vanquish the jeans, dismissing briefs along with them. Now naked where it really mattered, he pressed himself against Brenden's opening. Spitting into his hand, he used his saliva, mixing it with precum, to cote his cock before slowly pressing into Brenden. He moaned softly as inch after inch disappeared into Brenden, the warmth surrounding his cock engulfing him like a blistering inferno. His senses were on fire by the time he reached the hilt, and he was dizzy from the feelings shooting through his body. He stopped for only a moment to let Brenden adjust, then began a slow, deliberate thrusting. Brenden moaned softly with each thrust in, hissing as Rob pulled out to just the head before ramming himself back in. They settled quickly into a nice rhythm, Rob thrusting and grunting, Brenden moaning and clenching around him. As Rob felt the tingle of orgasm approaching, he dug his nails into Brenden's hips and began to speed his thrusts. Brenden responded with a loud moan, clenching tightly around Rob as he tried to thrust. Almost screaming from the tightness swallowing him, Rob lost it, exploding deep inside Brenden with one final, powerful thrust.

Whimpering, Rob pulled himself from Brenden and collapsed onto the hay beneath them. Brenden was quick to join him, collapsing against Rob's chest with a contented sigh. With a sigh of his own, Rob kissed the top of Brenden's head, the aroma of sweat, shampoo, and just simply Brenden playing at his nostrils. He smiled at that, and hugged Brenden tightly to him, keeping his arms wrapped around him as he spoke.

"So, is this what farm life is like?" He asked, laughing softly.

Brenden giggled in return, nodding his head against Rob's chest. "Oh yeah. This is just another day down on the farm. Milk the cows, feed the goats, have sex with the boyfriend in the barn,"

Rob grinned. "To hell with hockey, I'm becoming a farmer."

THE END

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