Chapter 86
“Uh huh? Appreciate you doin’ this for us it bein’ Christmas an all.”
Barry could tell his red cowboy was nervous because his accent was deeper.
Jake’s smile was cautious but grew in intensity. “So you’re saying I’m clean?”
Barry held his breath.
Jake’s smile reached full wattage. “Thank you. Thank you.”
Barry started to breathe normally again, but his heart was still beating too fast.
Jake handed the phone to Jimmy, whose mask of togetherness held until he let out a loud “Yee ha!” and smiled every bit as brightly as Jake had. “Thank you, bud. You made my Christmas. Huh, yeah, sure.”
Jimmy held the phone out to Barry, who took it in nervous fingers.
“Robb, it’s me, Barry.”
“Hi again.” Barry could hear the smile in the man’s voice. “I’ll cut right to the chase, my man’s due home any minute and I want to be ready for him, a red bow tied, uh, well. Your results. They came back non-reactive for everything.”
Barry let out a sob. “You mean it?”
“Yeah, man. Clean as a whistle. Do you guys use that term?”
Barry nodded, then realized Robb couldn’t see it. “Yeah, we do. But I’m a cowboy now, or so the two cowboys who love me tell me.”
“Too right,” Jimmy and Jake said together.
Robb said a few more things, but Barry wasn’t listening. He was clean, he didn’t have any diseases. He was free to love and be loved by his two beautiful men. And they were clean, too. This was a wonderful day.
“Anyway, bud, I gotta go. Terry will be home any minute and I, uh, gotta assume the position.” Robb laughed and Barry joined in.
“Thank you, so much. And Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you and your two studly cowboys.”
Barry hung up the phone, grinning to beat the band. “He says you two are studly. And he’s right. You are.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy said, puffing up his chest.
“Come here,” Jake said, pulling Barry into a passionate but still tender kiss.
Jimmy soon claimed his kiss. Then Jimmy and Jake kissed each other. What once had made Barry uneasy, now turned him on like nothing else. His men were just perfect and looked so good together. And he was a part of that, and very soon would be an even closer part.
“Can we wait until tomorrow to, uh, actually celebrate this?” Jake asked.
“Huh?” Jimmy asked, adjusting his tented crotch.
“It’d just, I don’t know.” Jake shrugged his wide shoulders. “It’d make for a great Christmas gift to us all if we waited to make love without rubbers until tomorrow.”
Barry loved the idea of waiting, it’d make it seem more special to do it on Christmas Day.
“I suppose,” Jimmy grumped. “But I got a hard on now.”
“We all have, jerkwad.” Jake said.
“Boys…” Barry warned.
“Sorry,” Jake said, shortly followed by Jimmy.
“What Jake’s suggesting doesn’t mean you have to go without tonight,” Barry told Jimmy. “Yorkshireman that I was born as, would hate to see those condoms go to waste. But I know two hot to trot cowboys who will do their level best to use up as many of those rubbers as they can tonight.”
Jimmy kissed Barry’s ear before murmuring, “You got yourself a deal there, darlin’.”
They arranged themselves into a three-way hug and held the position until Jimmy said, “I’m hungry. When’s dinner?”
Barry swatted Jimmy’s ass. “You sure know how to kill a mood.”
“What?” Jimmy protested. “I can be romantic.”
“Yeah, after you’ve been fed,” Jake said.
Jimmy grinned. “Well, it does help.”
They heard the front door open and three sets of cowboy boots clomping down the hallway.
“Wipe your feet!” Barry yelled.
The boots stopped, retreated, and a short while later slowly came back toward them.
“You got them well trained,” Jimmy said, snickering.
“Yeah, just wish the same methods worked on you two.”
“Hey,” Jake protested, sticking out his jaw.
“Evening, Barry,” Wayne said from the kitchen door. “What’s for dinner? Smells great.”
Barry smiled. “A traditional British Christmas Eve favorite. Potatoes roasted in goose fat, peas, and glazed carrots. And, the bit I’ve been looking forward to the most…” He paused for effect, “Stuffed beef hearts served with rich onion gravy. Yum.”
“What?” Wayne and Jake asked.
“Hearts?” Jimmy asked.
“You’re so easy.” Barry chuckled. “Does prime rib sound any better?”
“Much,” Wayne said, leaning against the doorframe.
“Fuck,” you had us going there,” Jimmy said, lightly punching Barry’s arm.
“You cowboys are so unadventurous. There’s a world of flavor in organ meat.”
“Yeah, right,” Wayne said, shaking his head and disappearing into the hallway, no doubt to tell the others they were about to be served stuffed hearts. 18
The first thing Barry was aware of Christmas morning was Jake’s hard dick pressing against his ass. His sore and tender ass. They’d gone at it like rabbits the night before. But at least they’d managed to use up most of the condoms. Those which were left Jake had promised to inflate and use as balloons over the holiday. Barry guessed they would at least fit in with the penis candles left over from birthdays that Jake had found and had insisted on lighting.