“Oh my god, are you teasing me?” Coffee and his plate of food began sloshing and spilling droplets on the bed as he wiggled around, trying to kick the comforter back to reveal my chubbed cock beneath.
“Good boys get rewards, remember. If you stain these sheets, I can’t say you’ll fall into that category anymore.”
Back to a pout, I wouldn’t hold it against him. He was absolutely adorable, and the bedding was easily cleaned. It was nice to wake to his smiling face, and even nicer to wake to food. I definitely wanted to do this for him, but it brought him a lot of joy to present what he made for breakfast and he could make one heck of a pot of coffee.
Each morning, after waking at my house, Jace would be ready first and present himself as if he was coming to me early in the morning so that I could help him with the animals. Keeping up the rouse was half of the fun, and I enjoyed pretending we were just seeing each other for the first time each and every day.
The more time I spent with Jace, the more I discovered about him. His obsession with rewarding himself with stickers was just one of the cute things I’d uncovered, and so glad I had because I opened my eyes to the universe he lived in, and the universe I wanted to find myself living in with him.
On the ranch, we tended the chickens in the coop and as the weather grew colder, they all mostly spent their time in the barn, and harassing the goats, jumping on their backs and riding them, which the goats seemed happy about, like they’d developed their own transport system from one end of the barn to the other.
I was knelt by the goats’ milking step, and waiting for them to be forced my way where I could demonstrate to Jace that I was getting better at it.
“Remember when you tried to do this without me and you nearly jerked one of the billies off,” he giggled.
“At least now I know the difference,” I said with a shudder.
“It still surprises me, because you must’ve worked on ranches with goats before.”
“Nope. Just cattle, and I was not milking them. I’ve always worked on horses; I thought you knew that. And I thinkthe only time I’ve been around so many other animals that aren’t cows are at the livestock events.”
Jace let out some giddy applause. “Speaking of, I’m gonna need you on my side when I try and get my folks to invest in more alpacas. They’re herd animals. Two of them is a little sad, which is probably why they spit all the time.”
One thing I’d discovered was Jace’s love for alpacas. It hadn’t been completely obvious, but I was introduced to his alpaca stuffed teddy, made from the alpaca fibers. I think he cuddled that thing more than he cuddled me at night.
“You’re gonna have to do most of the heavy lifting with that,” I told him. “They won’t want me interfering in their business. I’m just here to work.” I was never asked my opinion on anything, and if I was, it was always to enforce the ranch owner’s opinion. I didn’t want to call it a downside of this dating thing I had going with Jace, but it made things difficult. “However, I actually support more alpacas because like you said, herd animals, and more of them means more of an attraction to the folks coming up for the petting zoo.”
His giddy applause started up again, startling the goats coming around to me for milking, but they didn’t move too much. I think the barn cats were almost like bodyguards and security, keeping them all in check and well-behaved. I was also well-behaved around them. Large beasts full of fur, they should’ve been reclassified as big cats and put up amongst lions and leopards.
“I think if I got into crochet or knitting, they might get more, but my fingers are not made for all that finicky shit,” he said, leaning against the inside barn wall and sighing. “So, I know you told me not to panic about the horse stuff, but I am panicking.”
“I’ll be there, every step of the way,” I reassured. “And just like you’re there for me with these goats, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
He nodded. “Ok.” He pushed out his lips into a pout. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Come here, and make it quick before anyone comes in.”
He gave me a kiss, throwing his weight around me with his hands around my shoulders. He lingered, swaying with me, unable to do much from where I was sitting on the small stepstool. I just kept on kissing him. At this point, I don’t think he cared if anyone found out, and I wished I had that same confidence, I wish I did, but this place was his home, he should feel confident to express himself here. I was still a guest.
“Ok,” he said, pulling away and gasping for air like I’d sucked it out of his lungs. “For a cowboy, you sure do have a passionate soft side, don’t ya?”
My face rushed red, I knew it. I didn’t receive compliments well. “It’s all for you,” I reminded him. “Nobody else. Don’t forget that.”
“Ok, Daddy,” he said, giggling to himself. “I best go tend to the alpacas then before the—” he puffed out his cheeks.
“The what?”
“The horses.”
“Well, you’re not going to get onto the backs of any of them just yet, maybe this afternoon after we’ve been into town,” I reminded him. Although, I didn’t need reminding about it. I had the perfect little plan, and I was desperate to make it happen.
He nodded, and before he could scoot off, he turned back with a furrowed brow. “But you’re not allowed to buy any bread when we’re in town,” he said, nodding to himself. “The only bread you’ll be eating is mine.”
I gave him a two-finger salute. “The only buns I ever want my face between are yours.” And I meant it, not only was his ass so round and firm, but the way he’d been squatting on his small step stool for most of his life had created one of the nicest asses I’d ever touched, let alone had the pleasure of parting to reveal the glory between.
The goat bleated, reminding me it was in need of milking. I would’ve happily handed this off to Jace because I knew how good his hands were as well, but that meant I would’ve been tending to the alpacas, and I did not want to be spit at. There were a time and a place for spitting, and none of that was out in the cold field with two giraffe sheep.
I couldn’t get him out of my mind, or off my tongue. He’d intoxicated me with all his charm, and it started from that sass on the first day we’d met. Forcing me to see his pride enamel pins and probably wondering why I wasn’t screaming bloody murder at them like a vampire being shown a crucifix. Chuckling back and going a little too heavy with the hands on the goat, I got another earful of bleats, followed by one of the large Maine coon barn cats coming up beside me like a small lion, brushing up against me without making a sound.