Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2006 20:06:35 -0700
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables chap 7

From chapter 6....
I went down the last couple steps and crossed the hall to
him, reaching up a hand to run the tips of my fingers down
his cheek. His jaw clenched as he tipped his face into my
hand and his eyes never left mine. The feel of him was
achingly familiar. His hands, his mouth, his cock had taken
me past the point of reason too many times to count. Those
dark eyes had watched me through the orgasms, tears,
laughter, and despair of the last eight years. And through
it all they had watched me with love and acceptance. I knew
what I wanted.
"Vincent, I love you. I need you. I want us to make a life

together." I gave his words back to him, putting my heart

into it. "If you'll have me."



Stonegate Stables

Chapter 7

Whisper to me softly three words upon my skin.
No one's near and listenin', so please don't say goodbye.
Just hold me close and love me.
Press your lips to mine.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, feels so right, feels so right.
- Feel So Right, Alabama


     , Vincent.My voice cracked at the end, and with a harsh
groan of longing, he reached for me. He fisted one hand in
my hair and the other in the back of my shirt, crushing me
against his chest. His arms were trembling, his breath was
quick and shallow and I realized he was struggling not to
cry. After two weeks without him, I tried to absorb him into
me, his smell, the heat of his skin, the hard muscles of his
back knotted tight with holding me. Without another word, he
turned us around, crossed the hall and took us up the stairs
to my room.

     He stopped by the bed to kiss me. His lips barely
touched mine, a kiss of tenderness, of apology. As we
undressed each other, I suddenly felt shy with him, as
though it was our first time. He felt it, too, because he
paused with his hand on my zipper, blew out a breath and
muttered, "Fuck, I don't believe this. I'm nervous."

     But that didn't stop us and when we were finally naked,
Vincent wrapped an arm around my chest from the side and
dragged me down to the bed, climbing onto me as we landed.
The dark swing of his hair brushed my face as he reached
back and pulled the string loose. He'd never done that
before and when I looked up at him, he was smiling. He made
love to me like we've done hundreds of times but it was
different somehow. Maybe everyone who falls in love for the
first time, really in love, feels like this but it was new
for us.

     We kissed for a long time, nuzzling, smiling into each
other's eyes, and when he left my mouth, he went straight to
my cock, burying me in his throat on the first take. But I
sat up, pulled him off me and pushed a bottle of lube into
his hand. "I need you in me now." I stroked him until he was
hard and slick, then lay back and lifted my knees. I was so
wound up emotionally that I began to cry as soon as he
entered me and by the time he was fully inside me, I was
sobbing quietly. He ignored my tears and began to stroke
slowly, using his entire cock so that it seemed like one
endless motion and it calmed me, as he knew it would.

     He watched me the whole time, running his hands over
me, shifting his position slightly now and then to give me
the most pleasure. Vincent has incredible finesse and he
used every bit of it on me, touching me constantly, kissing
me deeply. Even as his body convulsed in a powerful
orgasm, he kept his eyes on mine and I watched the anguish
of intense pleasure contort his face as he climaxed.

 When he was finished, he spread his knees a little more and
                           angled
himself to hit my prostate with each thrust, my erection
firmly in his hand. It didn't take long and when I had
shuddered myself empty, I began to cry again. Vincent
withdrew and lay beside me, pulling me over so we were face
to face.

     "I love you, Sean. And I didn't know how fucking much I
needed you until you weren't there," he said quietly, wiping
a tear from my face with a gentle finger. "I don't ever want
to feel like that again. It was awful."

     "I know. Vincent, I am in love with you. I never
stopped." I searched his face. "Move in here. Come live with
me."

     "Jesus." He rolled away and lay looking at the ceiling
for several moments. When he turned back to me, his face was
tight with emotion. "I need you to be sure. Really sure,
because I couldn't take it if you changed your mind."

     "It's been eight years. I'm sure. Really sure." I shook
him a little. "I love you, you love me. Move in. Tomorrow.
Well, Saturday."

     He stared into my face, his eyes roaming across my
features. I don't know what he saw there but he finally
smiled at me, a big happy grin that lit up his face,
crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Fuck." He shook his
head. "Okay."

     I rolled onto him and covered him in kisses until he
was giggling, then touched the tip of my nose to his and
whispered, "I love you," against his mouth.

 "I know you do," he whispered back, nuzzling into me.. "Me,
                            too."

     "I hate to think of all the years we wasted."

     He hugged me. "We didn't waste them. We became friends,
good friends. It's the best thing that could have happened
to us. We know each other, Sean. This is just the next
step."

   I hated to ask but I had to know. "Would you ever have
                         called me?"

He lay back again with his eyes closed. "I didn't need to. I
                            knew
you'd call. I simply refused to believe that it would work
out any other way." He was quiet for a moment, then turned
to me, his expression drawn with the stress of the past two
weeks. "I was fucking scared to death. Every day that went
by seemed like one more you were with him." He looked away
and I knew it would take us some time to get by this. "Go to
sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

     I slid partially off him and we drifted into sleep, my
arm and leg draped over him, holding him close to me. It was
a few minutes after 5 when I felt him stretch behind me.
"Did you sleep with him?" he murmured.

 "Yeah, once. Before you and I talked." I yawned and rolled
                           to face
him. " He was a virgin. Well, not totally, but he'd never

fucked."

     "Fucked or been fucked?"

     "Exactly what I asked him. Neither."

     "Did you do the honors?"

 "Yeah, I fucked him. I wasn't gonna let him near me till he
                           calmed
down some. I don't think he has much control yet. He's 27
but he's only been with a few guys."

     "What are you gonna do?"

I sighed. "I'll see him tonight and tell him about us. But I
                           wasn't
going to sleep with him, no matter what happened with us
last night."

     He nodded. "Good. I wouldn't ask you not to but I'm
glad." He was quiet for a moment. "We need to talk about
this. I'm okay with us playing around but I want to do it as
a couple and with guys we already both know."
 Is that OK?"
     "Yeah? Are you sure?"

     "Yes. I thought about it a lot while we were apart.
You've been my primary partner for the past 6 or 7 years and
I think, maybe, that I've been yours?" He raised an eyebrow
at me and I nodded, smiling. "Us being a couple doesn't
suddenly make me make me make me feel like I need to keep
you all to myself. And I don't feel that our friends are a
threat to us."

     I thought about that for a minute, then nodded. "I
agree. God, I'm so happy."

  He chuckled and kissed me. "Yeah, me too. We're gonna be
                            good
together. Shit, we already are good together. So are we okay
on TJ?"

     "Yeah. He's been screwing around with Dylan and Adam. I
need some time alone with you. Weeks, maybe." We smiled at
each other. "But after you settle in here, you need to meet
him. He needs to play around more. Maybe with us, if you're
ok with that. You could teach him a lot."

     "Let's have him over and see how it goes."

     We made love again, still all caught up in the
emotional whirlwind of last night. I took the initiative and
pushed him onto his back, kneeling between his legs, licking
my way down his chest, sucking his nipples gently, nibbling
the soft skin of his belly. By the time I reached his dick,
he was hard and dripping and I had to work at delaying his
orgasm. As I ran my tongue up to the tip of his penis one
time, I noticed him watching my every move, his expression
full of love and desire, a potent combination that I'd never
seen from him before. When he climaxed, I kept him in my
mouth, swallowing as he pumped into me. I don't do that
often but I knew he liked it and I wanted to please him.
When he was finished, he pulled me up to him and plunged his
tongue into my mouth, tasting himself in me and moaning a
little.

     He took the lube with him when we exchanged positions
and soon had 2 fingers in me, moving them gently but
steadily as his other hand made twisting strokes on my cock.
When I'm tired or distracted, this combination will get my
attention and I didn't last more than 5 minutes. He jerked
me quickly as I came and I thought my balls were gonna
explode. The first load blastedshot me in the chin,
surprising me, since I almost never shoot that far. The
second one landed in the middle of my chest and Vincent
started to laugh. "Felt good, huh?" he said, grinning at me.
The rest gushed out over his hand, my usual style.

     We showered and talked about bringing his stuff over on
Saturday. We'd use the horse van and Tommy's and Alejandro's
muscles. I needed to call our friends and tell them about us
but we decided to do that after I'd talked with TJ tonight.
We did tell Maria when we went down to breakfast and she was
thrilled for us. "Finally!" she said, clapping her hands
together in delight, then hugging us. "I knew it years ago
and prayed that you would see before it was too late."

     We all beamed at each other, then I walked Vincent to
his car. It took us at least 10 minutes to say goodbye,
hugging, kissing, thinking of one
more thing we had to say. We finally tore ourselves apart;
he headed off for one of the restaurants and I rode Zena
slowly to the barnStonegate, thinking about what I'd say to
TJ that night. I didn't want to hurt him but that was going
to happen whether I wanted it to or not. I just hoped he'd
still want to be friends and that he would fit into our
little group. He needed the emotional support we could
provide and the experience of friendly sex with men who
cared for him.

     TJ showed up at 6:30 and I got right to the point.
"Vincent and I have been in love for years but we each
thought the other didn't want a committed relationship. Now
that we've had a chance to think about it and talk more,
we've decided that we want to be together. Partners." It
sounded good to say it out loud. TJ just sat there staring
at the floor. "He's moving in here in Saturday. We need some
time together to sort things out between us but we've
already decided that we'll continue to play around, we'll
just do it as a couple."

     He turned raised eyebrows to me. "Really? You don't
mind . . . sharing him?"

     "Well, we're not gonna just go out and just grab
strangers off the street. I love my friends and Vincent has
slept with most of them already. It never hurt our
friendship and it won't affect our partnership. They'reIt's
`in addition to', not `instead of', if that makes sense."

     I gave his arm a tug and he relaxed against me. "Yeah,
I guess but it still seems sorta weird."

     "It'll seem a lot more normal after you're part of it.
You're having a good time with Dylan and Adam, right?"

     "Yeah . . . " He glanced at me. "You want me to fool
around with you and Vincent?"

     "Maybe. You need to meet him and we all need to get
comfortable with each other. You may hit it off with someone
else and not want anything to do with me."

     He gave me a disbelieving look. "Yeah, right. I'm still
crazy about you." We kissed a little bit, talked some more
and he left looking a little downhearted but willing to give
things a try.

     The next day was Friday and I worked my ass off tuning
up four horses for a show the next day. Vincent was in the
kitchen when I got home, putting the finishing touches on a
big salad. I paused when I came in the back door, watching
the muscles move in his arm as he chopped tomatoes, thinking
that from now on I'd come home to him every night for the
rest of my life. That was an amazing realization and I
heaved a happy sigh. His head came up as he realized I was
there. He turned slowly and we looked at each other across
the kitchen as great big smiles spread slowly across our
faces. "Hey, babe." He'd never used any terms of endearment
with me in the 8 years I'd known him and the sound of it
gave me a physical rush that fluttered low in my stomach and
made my knees weak. He came around the island and I met him
halfway, grabbing him into a huge hug and lifting himhis
feet off the floor as I burrowed into his neck.

     "Christ, put me down. I feel like Donna Reed," he
grumbled but he was grinning like an idiot and I knew he was
as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. It had been 2
whole days. He pulled lasagna out of the oven and we ate on
the patio, enjoying the breeze and watching the sun go down.
We didn't talk much over dinner. We were so comfortable
together, holding hands when we were finished eating,
leaning over to kiss now and then. When the bugs came out,
we wandered down to the hot tub, undressing each other
slowly and bobbing around in the hot bubbles, enjoying
knowing we'd be going to bed soon. When I started to lift
myself out, my shoulder protested all the riding and gave
out. I slid back down in the water with a sharp cry
that had Vincent at my side instantly.
     "What's the matter?"
     "Aaahhh, shit! My goddamn shoulder." He pulled me out
of the tub by my good arm and dried me off. By the time we
got to the house, it felt better but only if I didn't use it
much. He refused to touch me until I promised him I'd make
an appointment with a joint guy he knew in the city. Since
I'm I usually lay on my back when he fucks me anyway, it
didn't slow us down much. He was a little rough with me and
I felt as though he was marking his territory, wanting to
leave me sore so I'd know he'd had me. He braced himself on
his arms and pushed up off his knees, using the strength of
his legs to drive into me. It worked. I was shaky and
sweating by the time he let me come and I almost passed out.
He grabbed my face in a hard hand and forced me look at him
as he took me to one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had.
It almost hurt and he watched every gasp and cry with those
dark eyes, then kissed me sweetly and held me until I quit
trembling.
   "What the hellfuck was that?" I asked him when I could
                           breathe
normally.

  "That was living together, we're a couple, I love you so
                           fucking
much, partner sex." He planted a noisy smack on my cheek.

     "Yeah? Well, you can just bury me now cause I won't
live long if you do that to me every time."

 He chuckled. "Sorry, babe. I really missed you." He nuzzled
                           into my
neck, chewing on my earlobe. "Did I hurt you?"

     "Not permanently," I huffed as he snorted. "I missed
you, too. I love you."

     He pulled back to look me in the face, running his hand
down my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. "I
know you do. I'm starting to believe that Wednesday wasn't a
dream. We're gonna do this, huh?"

 I smiled at him, sucking on his thumb for a moment. "Yeah,
                           we are.
Scared?"

   "No." He shook his head slowly, watching me. "I've been
                         waiting for
this for years. I never quit believing it would happen." He
eyes roamed over my face for another long moment, then he
lay down and pulled me close. "Sleep good."

     The next morning we moved Vincent's things into the
house using the small horse van and Tommy and Alejandro.
They were the first to know about us and I thought Tommy was
going to burst into tears. He's known me a long time, 13
years, and he's been with me through all my highs and lows
once I started riding nationally. They stayed around to play
in the pool while Vincent and I merged our lives, hanging up
clothes, unpacking his pots and pans and knives. He said if
he was going to be cooking here, he needed decent equipment.
He had gadgets I'd never seen before and didn't have any
idea what they did. I suppose it would be the same if he
walked into the tack room at Stonegate and looked at all the
crap we use in modern horse care.

     After he went down to the kitchen, I walked into his
closet, running my hand down the sleeve of a shirt, burying
my nose in it, feeling him becoming part of my home, a more
intimate part of my life. I looked around the room, seeing
him in it already; a book he was reading lay on the table on
his side of the bed and his good watch and a couple other
pieces of jewelry were in a jumble on his dresser. I walked
over and picked up a necklace I had given him for Christmas
the first year I'd known him, pouring it through my fingers.
It was gold and heavy, the links intricate, and he wore it
often. I glanced up to see him watching me from the door.
His face was somber, in shadow, his eyes black and I
couldn't read his expression. I put the chain down and
turned to him, wondering what he was thinking. He looked at
me for a long, still moment before he spoke.

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