The Cowboy and The Pencil-pusher

I put my hand to my nose and stare at a black cow a few feet away as Turco works the fence around me.I'm guessing the piles of half-dried cow dung around are the source of the bad smell.The cow doesn't seem to be interested in me, but it has horns after all, so I am always vigilant.

"Can you pass me the bayonet pliers?" Kurt held out his hand.

I looked at the pile of tools at my feet. "how is it like?"

"Blue handle."

I rummaged through the tool pile. "I didn't see it."

"It's right there." He frowned and pointed. "The blue one."

I grab a long piece of metal. "This?" He nodded. "It's azure, not blue."

He rolled his eyes and held out a gloved hand. "Give me."

I hand him the tools. "for you."

"Thank you very much," he said lazily.

I snorted. "But there's one thing you need to know, you're colorblind."

"My mother." He cut off a wire and shook his head. "I'm afraid you have memorized the entire color circle."

I laughed. "What? You can't remember?" Just then a gust of wind blew by and I clutched my flannel shirt.

The wind started to blow in the afternoon, creating waves of pastures and ripples of wildflowers.With the temperature dropping, I wish I had brought a jacket instead of just a flannel top.Kurt has no time to supervise me, so I can watch him work openly.He was wearing a T-shirt and no hat, his smooth black hair blowing in the wind.I'm wondering if it's as soft to the touch as it looks.Beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and he muttered something now and then as he lifted the barb wire loop.He really is a rough guy.Not my usual type, but there was something about him that attracted me.

I lick my lips trying to hold back the excitement at the sight of his muscular biceps.Every time he tugs hard on the upside-down wire, it makes his powerful, muscular shoulders stretch out in a mouth-watering way.

"I can help you if necessary," I offered, hoping to do something to distract myself from my lewd thoughts. "I don't know what I can do, but I'd love to learn."

He straightened up, took off his gloves, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the outside of his arm.His T-shirt is rolled up, and I can glimpse his chiseled, tanned abs.I swallowed to suppress the sudden desire, raised my chin and looked into his eyes.

"Can you? Can you lift this section up while I pull on the wire?" He sounded happy, and I was glad I offered to help.The job was probably a two man job, but since he brought me instead of his buddy, he was left to do it himself.

"Of course." I rubbed my palms on my jeans and started to grab the fence.

"Wait." Kurt called out suddenly. "Don't worry." He took out a pair of spare gloves from his butt pocket. "Put it on. I don't want to ruin your baby soft hands."

My lips moved. "Fuck you."

He grinned. "Your proposal is very attractive, but now we have work to do, city girl."

When he looked at him like this, a burst of excitement swept through my body.Although he was teasing me, there was a hot light in the depths of his eyes.He gave me a quick tug on the wrist and handed the glove over to me.The calluses on my fingers rubbed against my skin, making my knees go weak.I quickly turned my attention to the cowhide gloves.

"That's the part. If you can pull hard enough, I'll stretch the wire." Kurt hissed, pulled the end of the wire and turned to look at me. "Do you think you can hold it?" he asked out of breath.

I grabbed the barbed wire and pulled as hard as I could.Even though I've gotten in great shape in the gym, I'm not kidding myself that I can do the hard work like Kurt. "Is that okay?" I gasped.

"Good." He patted me on the back and placed the wire fence tensioner between the two lengths of wire.As soon as he secured the sides, he motioned to me. "You can let go."

I did as he said and looked at my dirty gloves.I put my hands up so as not to touch my dirty jeans.I looked up to see Kurt smiling at me and shaking his head.Then he began to tighten the mechanism of the tensioner.

"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning. "what's so funny?"

He yanked the ratchet on the machine, grunting. "It's okay."

"You are obviously laughing at me."

He grinned. "No."

"Yes." I continued to stare at him.

He chuckled and finally answered me. "I just thought it was funny the way you tried not to get dirty," he laughed. "You wish for luck."

"I certainly don't want to get dirty."

"You're already surrounded by cow dung."

"Of course I know. But I still don't want to get it on me. Those gloves look dirty," I yelled. "The devil knows what they've been through." I shuddered and checked the stains on the leather.

"I know exactly what they went through."

My face crumpled into a ball. "Oh my god."

"Working outdoors here gets dirty. You have to get used to it." He finished what he was doing and stepped back, panting.

"I know you're right, but please forgive me that I'm not one to take pleasure in being smeared with livestock waste."

He narrowed his eyes. "It's unavoidable sometimes when you're doing the dirty work."

I took off the gloves and handed them to him. "That's why I'd rather pay someone to do the dirty work."

His jaw tensed and he looked away. "I really shouldn't expect anything from rich city boys."

I observed his unhappy expression, hoping that he would return to his relaxed and casual appearance. "I'm just kidding."

"Of course you said it was a joke. But I guess you didn't."

"I mean I don't like getting dirty."

He looked back at me firmly. "Shocking."

I laughed uncomfortably. "There are all kinds of jobs in the world, aren't there? There are manual workers and there are mental workers."

"Yes," he said simply.

"Since the intelligence of manual laborers is not enough..." I made a sad face when I realized that I was getting darker and darker.

"Wow." He shook his head.

His annoyed tone made me frown. "Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Look... I'm really sorry if I said something rude. I didn't mean to."

"Paul, it's all right." He bent over and kicked the barbed wire loop into the fence. "I need to face reality, that's all." He walked over to the horses.

His vague answer confused me even more.But before I could ask a question, a strong wind suddenly blew, making me stagger a few steps.I grabbed onto the saddle to keep from falling, grimacing and spitting dirt and weeds from my mouth. "Is the storm coming?" I looked at the dark clouds in the distance.

He pressed the hat on his head and looked at the sky behind me. "Looks like a torrential downpour is approaching. I think we can take shelter in the communal shed over there until it stops." Before I knew it, he was stuffing his tools into the saddlebags and on his horse.

"The fence is done?" I looked around.The herd that had been in front of us earlier had taken refuge in the direction of a small wood.

"Yes. Get on the horse." He looked at me blankly.

I think he won't help me this time.I try to recall how he helped me do it earlier.I put my left foot in the stirrup, grasping the corner of the saddle, kicked up and put my right leg over the saddle.Then I sat firmly on the saddle, and looking over again, I saw his approving eyes.

"Great, a rookie from the city." He twisted the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you." I'm so glad I didn't fall on my back.

"Follow me." He turned his horse's head and headed towards the hut in the distance, and my horse followed naturally.

If it feels windy on flat ground, it feels twice as strong on the back of a horse.I pulled my clothes up over my nose to keep from inhaling dust and half-closed my eyes.The previous white clouds have long been replaced by billowing dark clouds.I can smell the rain coming, and lightning flashes in the air from time to time.After a brief slog we reached the hut.Kurt dismounted gracefully and tied the horses to the barn next to the cabin.Then he took the reins of my filly and I slid with difficulty off the docile beast.

I flapped my jeans and watched him unfasten my lunch bag from my saddle.He handed me the food, led my horse to his and tied it up, then opened the door and went into the hut and looked around.He motioned for me to come in with him, and as soon as I took a step towards him, a gust of wind pushed me directly onto his back.I grab his clothes and try to keep my balance.

He let out a muffled laugh, reaching behind me to steady me. "Take it easy."

"Sorry," I mutter, staggering out of the way to avoid stepping on his foot. "It's all blown by the wind."

"Yeah, I know. You're not usually this friendly."

As soon as I entered the cabin, the smell of hay and leather soap rushed into my nostrils.There were nooses and bridles hanging in the hut, and bales of hay against the opposite wall.When another gust of wind hit, Kurt pulled me inside and closed the door.Light filtered through cracks in the walls and ceiling into the darkened room.

"We'll have to wait a few hours. The storm won't pass until then." He stood in the middle of the cabin and looked around. "If I were alone, I could ride back, but..." He looked at me as if to say: You are too weak.

"I'll be fine riding back." I raised my chin.

He bit his lower lip. "Uh, sure. But I don't want you to get caught in the rain. We might as well stay here and enjoy our lunch and come back later."

I shrug. "Anything." I wandered around, touching the leather reins hanging on the wall. "What is this hut for?"

"We put some hay and spare tools here. So we don't have to ride back to the ranch when we need a lasso or wire."

"understood."

"Sorry to have you stuck here with me. Hope you have nothing planned tonight." His tone was cautious.

"It's not an arrangement. Blackbond might be busy with other things, so that's just a possibility."

"You planned to meet him tonight?"

I actually have no plans to meet Blackburn.But I could see that saying that would upset Kurt, so I did it on purpose. "I don't know. Maybe."

He grunted with displeasure.

"It's more likely to be the same as before, enjoying room service meals while playing cards and drawing turtles with Benjie." He didn't even show a smile.He is certainly not as enthusiastic now as he was when he first hit the road.That warm smile is like the sunny weather before, and it will disappear as soon as it disappears.He sometimes flirts and sometimes rejects others, and the hot and cold start makes me a little upset. "So... I want to ask... Are you inviting me out today for personal reasons or business?"

He raised an eyebrow when he heard my question. "What?"

"I want to figure out what's going on between us. I'm not good at hide and seek, I prefer to be open and honest. I think, this is my personality."

"You're really candid as hell, aren't you?" He twisted the corners of his mouth.

"I wish more people were as forthright as I am. It makes this shitty thing about relationships easier to untangle." I looked at him, and he moved uneasily in response to my words.

"We haven't discussed the project for a few days."

"So this invitation is based on business?"

He shrugged.

"Because, if you've got me here on business, we should probably talk about projects. Just a little bit. But we haven't."

"I was busy fixing the fence." He avoided my sight.

"Okay." I don't understand why he's pretending we haven't had any sparks along the way.We don't have to be so intimate.In fact, we shouldn't be too affectionate.But that's not just my imagination.Damn, he hinted at that meaning a few times along the way, okay? "I'm just trying to figure out what you're trying to do."

He stared at his feet as if he had nothing more to say on the subject.

This silence only made me more angry. "Why are you so hot and cold?"

Still silent.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "I reckon you're the strong and very silent type."

He cleared his throat. "Paul..."

He didn't go on, which just added fuel to the fire for me. "I'm supposed to be eating and drinking in a warm and comfortable hotel room right now." I looked around at the miserable surroundings when a gust of cold wind blew into the room, and I couldn't help shivering. "I'm counting on you: next time you want to talk about business, call me."

"It's not that simple."

"Yeah. You know what? You don't have to bother. I've had enough."

"Paul—"

"Tell the truth. Stop talking." I said in a rough voice.

The lines of his mouth stiffened. "You can say what you want, city boy." He said angrily, and turned around to pick up the saddle bag I dropped when I came in. "are you hungry?"

"Not very hungry."

He gave a short laugh. "I'm really not surprised."

"Are you going to say I'm too skinny again?" I snarled, walking towards a bale of hay in the corner.I sat down facing him angrily, my heart beating like a thunderbolt. "Workmates usually don't criticize each other's weight."

He approached me slowly, and pulled out two plastic-wrapped sandwiches and a few oranges from his bag.He dropped the leather bag at my feet and handed me a sandwich and some fruit. "Eat. I don't want to take these food back home."

I frown. "You have to go back with your saddlebag anyway."

He unexpectedly sat down next to me and stuffed the food into my stiff hands. "You're as stubborn as a mule."

"Me?" I stared.

"Why can't you eat your lunch?"

"Who do you think I am, a five year old? Of course I eat when I'm hungry." I almost yelled "You're not my boss".

He moved his mouth and turned his eyes away. "My God, you have a bad temper."

"We should talk about it."

He sighed heavily. "Okay. I asked you out because I liked you. Okay?"

His warm crotch against mine made my pulse wobble. "I don't know why it's so hard to admit that."

"I don't know either. But it's that hard," he muttered. "Maybe it's because you're a shiny colt and I'm a weather-beaten old bronco."

I crookedly smiled. "You are not old."

He laughed.

Sighing, I said, "Look, we don't have to do something beyond official cooperation. I'd better focus on my work. I have more important things to do, and I don't have so much free time."

"Like changing the battery on your calculator?"

"It's funny." I frowned.

"Calm down. I'm just admitting that I enjoy your company." A deep furrow formed between his brows as he looked at me.

"You are difficult to understand."

"Each to each other. I am also confused by you."

"Now we have even more reason to avoid each other." I toss the sandwich onto the haystack, arms crossed, restless. "We're not friends. I mean, real friends." I look away.

"I don't know what our relationship is." He also sounded confused. "We're definitely not the same type of people. You're snobbish and preoccupied with your clothes."

"Yeah, if there's anything I've noticed today, it's that you don't mind being covered in cow dung all day long. Of course I'm quite different from you."

"That's right." His knee touched mine as he turned.

I try to ignore how good it feels to have his legs against mine. "We should probably avoid each other."

"It's a very sensible thing to do." He swallowed heavily.

I looked at his face trying to search for clues, and my heart was beating extremely violently. "that is."

He made a sour face. "And don't forget, I've been down this road before with a city guy like you. I should have seen it. This situation is not going to end well for me."

"What a happy ending, but a happy fantasy," I said, my eyes still locked on his soft, full lips, and the idea of ​​a "happy ending" he said sounded tempting.

"I keep telling myself to hold my ground. Whatever I'm feeling, let it go." The line of his jaw is hard. "Then I saw Lawrence running around you like a bull in heat, and it pissed me off." He closed his eyes.

"I have no feelings for him."

He sighed wearily. "Even if you have it, it has nothing to do with me."

My hands clasped around my thighs, trying to think of words of relief. "You see. Maybe it's natural to have a crush on each other. We're supposed to be the only gay men for miles around."

He looked at me with anxious eyes. "Maybe."

I sat up even more and wrinkled my forehead. "Maybe we're just curious. You know, like a king falling in love with a commoner because he wants to know what kind of life the other person lives."

He snorted. "Let me guess who is the king in your script."

"Just a random metaphor."

"Hmm." He didn't seem to believe it at all.

"Anyway, my point is, it's just an impulse."

He smiled awkwardly. "Say it is the same as not saying it."

"Sorry. Maybe we should eat, let's not talk about that for a while." I picked up the orange and began to peel it slowly.I'm less hungry than before, but I need to divert my attention.

"Yeah." He started unwrapping the sandwich. "That's a good idea."

I took a bite of the sour fruit, but it tasted like wax in my mouth.I wanted to look at him, but I resisted the urge to focus on eating instead.After a few bites, a big chunk of orange got stuck in my throat.I rubbed my breasts, trying to get the food down, but it didn't work.It's like I can't get all my saliva out.

Kurt stared at me curiously. "Are you OK?"

I nodded and continued to try to get the orange down.He already sees me as a jerk.I have to at least eat like a normal person.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked nervously. "You look very pale."

I grimaced and tried to get the food to go downhill.But it just stuck there and I started having trouble breathing.I didn't want to make a fool of myself by overreacting, so I tried to sit down calmly and get through it quietly.

This decision sucks.I can't breathe.

"Paul?" Kurt leaned toward me, his cheeks flushed. "You don't look well."

I grabbed my neck, my eyes bulging.I was so panicked I couldn't even cough and tell him what was wrong.

Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh shit.Am I about to be killed by an orange?

Kurt snorted impatiently and grabbed my hand. "Oh my God, Paul." Without a word, he pulled me up and turned me around, put his chest against my back, wrapped his arms around me, and squeezed me hard with his tightly clasped hands of the diaphragm.The first few strokes didn't work and I started to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen.But at last the jolt did its thing, and an orange popped out of my mouth with a thud, onto the straw-strewn ground.

"Mom," I gasped.If Kurt hadn't hugged me, I would have fallen to the ground.I held my neck and breathed heavily, limp in his tight embrace.

Kurt held me against him, and I was startled when he pressed his lips to the nape of my neck.And when the breathing gradually stabilized, the thrill of excitement penetrated me. "You should have told me you were stuck sooner." He sounded flustered.

I nodded and leaned into his arms.Now that I'm no longer deprived of oxygen, I can feel his muscular body against my back more clearly.I wasn't afraid anymore; I was simply feeling him with my body.

"At first I thought you were up to something." His voice was trembling, and when he kissed the side of my neck, I was surprised, and the trembling of joy ran through my body. "But when you started turning blue, I knew something was wrong."

I laughed short and hoarsely, and slowly turned to face him in his arms. "Thank you," I murmured.

His hands slid down my waist, stopping just above my hips.His nostrils flared, and there was eagerness and anticipation in his eyes. "polite."

I could barely take my eyes off his lips: full and sweet, it beckoned to me.Just staring at her without thinking, I stood on tiptoe and kissed her.He froze for a moment, but then with a whimper, he slid his hand down and squeezed my ass through my pants.My legs were as limp as jelly when his tongue was wrapped around him, and he slowly explored my mouth little by little.When he looked up, his pupils were dark and big from the tide.I slide my palms up his crotch and hook my fingers around his belt buckle, pulling him closer.The hard bulge of his crotch pressed against mine, and there was no doubt that he was as sexy as I was at the moment.

"That's crazy." I kiss his stubbled chin, loving the rough texture around his lips.I hope one day I can feel the roughness with my own thighs.These charming fantasies about him made me dig deeper into his throat, and my pulse rate soared presumptuously.

He licked along the cracks between my lips, his eyes narrowed slightly in excitement, and I knew the smell of leather soap and hay would be my eternal lust from now on.He invaded my mouth until I leaned against him, out of breath.My heart tensed with excitement as he began to shake his crotch against me, hot breath in my ears.

"Paul," he murmured longingly.

"Don't stop." I indulged myself uncharacteristically.I breathed somewhere under his ear, enjoying his clean, masculine scent. "My God, you smell so good, cowboy."

His mouth was hot against mine, and as we both fell into lust, it was as if the taut string had finally snapped.His hands slid up the waistband of my jeans, and I moaned as he ran his palms around my bare buttocks.He put a finger into my buttocks, rubbed my buttocks and whispered, "If I can have a fight with you, I'm willing to pay any price."

I responded with a hard kiss, sucking his tongue and rubbing against his body.He moaned as I slid my hand under his t-shirt over his hard nipples.I couldn't stop thinking about how we were all alone in a hut in the middle of a wilderness.No one will know what happened today.

This will be our passionate and wild little secret.

He stopped kissing and buried his face in my throat. "My God," he moaned.

"Yeah." I kissed his soft hair, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. "I think that's enough to show that we like each other at least a little bit."

He nodded his head in agreement.

He stopped me when I started to unbutton his jeans with my hands.

"No."

"Why?" I gasped. "No one will know."

His lips parted and a lock of hair hung before his eyes. "Once I started, I couldn't stop."

"That's good." I pushed his hand away and slowly unzipped his trouser chain.

He dropped his eyes as I slid my trembling hand into his panties, and my heart tightened as he moaned and pressed his hard cock directly into my palm. "Damn it, Paul. What did you do to me?" He bit his lower lip, his eyes closed.

"I don't know," I whispered. "But there's more I want to do."