Jack sat down on the tailgate of the truck and wiped his brow with a rag. Ty was still stacking firewood for Bernie and Mark, but Jack found himself winded and had to take a break. Jesus, he was getting old. He smiled when Ty finished and came sauntering up to him, looking damn fine, despite wood chips here and there and sweat pouring off tanned skin. Ty's shirt was slung over one shoulder and his jeans rode low on his hips, doing damnable things to Jack's insides right about then. And to think: all that was his now. When Ty neared, Jack opened his arms, his young lover sliding right on in like it was second nature.
"Mmm, you smell good," Jack hummed, licking a trail of salty, musky sweat from Ty's bare neck.
Ty chuckled, but he tipped his head anyway. "I'm filthy."
"Don't care. Still hot as hell." Jack kissed and licked his way up, meeting Ty's mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse sky-rocketing. In the past couple of weeks, Ty had opened up, even to the point of initiating things a few times. Jack couldn't want for anything more -- he had everything he'd ever need right here, in his arms, between his thighs.
"Jack..." Ty's fingers dug into Jack's shoulders, lean body starting to rock against him.
"God, I need you," Jack murmured. He slipped a hand between them, fingers rubbing Ty through his jeans. Ty's moan filled the kiss, hard prick jerking beneath the denim. Jack fumbled for a moment, and then got the jeans open. His fingertips touched hot, slick steel and Jack growled, the kiss turning harder, hungrier, as he pulled Ty's cock out.