Chapter 80
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“You sure about this?” Zane asked. An erect ZJ was pointing directly at a still clothed Rory, who was sitting on the side of the bed.
Rory nodded. “Totally.”
“Wanted our first time to be…special.”
“Anywhere, any time with you and ZJ is special.”
They’d talked about renting a hotel room, maybe one with a hot tub. Rory had briefly entertained the fantasy of booking the honeymoon suite in a fancy hotel, but that wasn’t them. He just wanted his cowboy in their own bed. It was where Rory felt most comfortable. And also, they didn’t have money to waste on hotel rooms. Plus, all the fancy hotels were in the city, and what with the bad weather, Rory didn’t want to travel long distances. No, he wanted his first time with Zane right here, right now.
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Zane sighed. “Though you gotta tell me if it starts hurting, ’cause I just can’t…” He screwed his eyes closed and shook his head.
Rory stroked then kissed ZJ, got off the bed, and pulled Zane into a hug. They’d discussed this, too. “You’ve seen the size of the dildo you’ve been using on me. It’s a bit bigger than ZJ, isn’t it?”
Zane nodded and pulled Rory in tighter. “But…”
Rory reached up and stroked the top of Zane’s head. The man’s hair was starting to grow out and Rory couldn’t get enough of touching it. “It’ll be just fine. We’ll use plenty of lube and go slow.”
Zane nodded again and let out a breath. “Okay.”
“And if it does hurt…” Rory felt Zane tense, so went on quickly. “…just a little. Then you’ll have a great excuse to take care of me the rest of the night.” He kissed Zane’s cheek. “Might even let you carry me around if I start limping.”
Zane lifted Rory off his feet and slowly walked around the bed. “Don’t need no excuse to carry you, or take care of you.”
Earlier, they’d talked about what would be the best position to start their lovemaking. Rory had favored missionary but after doing some reading on the subject, Zane had pointed out it could lead to extra pain for the bottom, at least initially.
Rory was incredibly proud of Zane for improving his reading skills to the point where he could research stuff online without seemingly too much effort. Sure, he still stumbled over longer or more complex words, but remembered what Rory had taught him about breaking the words into smaller bits.
In the end, they’d decided on the cowboy position. It allowed Zane to watch Rory’s face as he was impaled, and Rory could control the rate of entry. And, as Zane had pointed out, they werecowboys.
Zane had also done research on STD’s and told Rory he wanted them to get tested so they wouldn’t have to keep using condoms. Rory had cautioned they should probably wait after their first test and get tested again at a later date, just in case anything didn’t show up first time.
“I know,” Zane had said, nodding. “I read about that. Last time I had sex was, uh,” he’d wrinkled his brow in concentration and counted on his fingers, “five months ago with Tonya. So I don’t need to wait, and—”
Mind swirling, Rory had blurted out, “Tonya, from the bar?”
Zane had nodded. Seemingly oblivious to Rory’s mental torment, he’d continued, “And as you’re still a virgin, you don’t need to wait. Heck, you don’t need to get tested at all.”
In some ways, Rory had wished Zane hadn’t revealed who his last sexual partner was. But that was Zane—totally honest, even uncomfortably so at times.
It made sense why Tonya had been so interested in Zane the night of Rory’s twenty-first birthday and why she’d looked disappointed when Zane had said he couldn’t spend time with her later.
“Ror, you okay?” Zane had asked, finally picking up on Rory’s mood.
Rory had reminded himself that Zane was with him, not Tonya. Zane wanted to go bareback with him, not her. “Yeah, I’m great.” Rory had leant up and kissed Zane thoroughly. “You’ve thought of everything. But if you’re getting tested, so am I. No arguments.”
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“Yep, gonna take real good care of you tonight, and every night.” Zane set Rory on the bed and kissed his lips sweetly.
Rory reached up and wrapped an arm around Zane’s neck, deepening the kiss.
It was Saturday night and they had the bunkhouse to themselves. Despite the weather, Wayne and Liam had gone into town with Jimmy, Jake, and Barry. There’d been smirks and a few comments when Zane had declined their offer to go with them. Rory was glad they were alone. He was a quiet and shy person most of the time, but he lost all inhibitions when Zane fucked him with a dildo. God knew what sorts of noises he’d make when he got the real thing.