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bring a flashlight? Lantern?" Alex's voice was muffled and Zed hoped that was because he was taking off his T-shirt.
    Zed gave a short laugh. "Closest I have is a glow-in-the-dark dildo. I left all the practical stuff up to you."
    "Good of you to tell me. Fuck knows what else we haven't got."
    "We'll make do." Zed wriggled. "C'mon, Alex, fuck me."
    One of Alex's hands landed on Zed's hip, inching its way across to wrap around his cock. "Do me a favor?" The hand gripped and pulled, nothing gentle in the way Zed was being handled.
    Zed loved it.
    "Oh fuck, yes. What?"
    "Behave like a good sub. Don't top me from there and in the dark."
    "Yes, Sir." Zed was glad Alex couldn't see his smile.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Saturday July 3rd, 2010
     
    After an early and filling breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and gallons of coffee, Phil had suggested that the girls might like to work on clearing the horse pen of weeds and undergrowth. The boys, he'd said with authority, would be in the barn. While the morning sun was still lighting the front area of the barn, Phil and Rhys were rigging up some lighting so they could see at the back.
    "You know," Blake started conversationally. "Jon didn't even hear me having a wank last night."
    Zed nudged Alex. "You know where this is going, don't you?" he murmured and grinned.
    "I have a horrible feeling I do."
    "Is that right?" Travis answered Blake, a note of fake surprise in his voice.
    "And the mood Kitty was in--" Blake raised his eyebrows at Travis. "Well, a gentleman doesn't ask questions, but he can assume."
    Travis nodded. "She gets a bit frisky after a few drinks."
    "Nice," Jon approved. "Didn't hear ya."
    "I'll be sure and tell her."
    Zed laughed at the almost choreographed conversation his friends were having. It was obvious where it was leading. Was it his fault if Alex made him lose control? At least the tent had stayed standing.
    "So that," Blake turned to Alex and Zed, "begs the question as to why the fuck can't Alex and Zed fuck quietly?"
    "'Cause I don't want to," Zed retorted. "Why? Did you wish I was calling your name?" Damn, but Alex looked cute when he blushed like that.
    "Perhaps it would've made his experience all the better," Travis suggested. "He would've felt like he was with someone."
    "Yeah, Alex." Blake laughed. "You stud. I'd say all of West Summerset knows of your prowess."
    "Get fucked," Alex mumbled. "And no, I'm not offering."
    "Yes, Alex! Fuck me hard." Jon and Blake chorused before laughing hard.
    "Odd that, I would have picked Zed as the top," Travis said.
    "I was feeling mellow, 'cause Alex sucked me off right up there earlier." Zed pointed to the hay loft, grinning. Could Alex get any redder?
    "Gross. Thanks for that, Zed." Travis screwed his face up and pretended to puke.
    Zed raised an eyebrow. "What? Seems to me you're all mega-interested in my sex life."
    "It's hard for us to ignore after last night." Jon picked up a pitch fork that was leaning against one of the stalls. "If Kitty had been as vociferous as you, we'd be picking on her and Travis." He walked out of the barn and placed the old tool in the 'save' pile.
    "Might as well get started. We can work on this area while we wait for Phil," Alex said and headed over to the stall furthest away from the guys.
    "Great, you had to pick the one with the most junk in it." Zed, of course, was right there, too. Planks of dank wood leaned against rusty machinery parts. The scent of mildew was strong. "Will you be okay?"
    "Probably not." Alex lifted the collar of his shirt to cover his nose and mouth. "I'll see how it goes."
    "We could always take one of the front stalls. They're not as damp."
    "I picked this one because it's smaller than the others." Alex grinned. "Must have kept ponies or calves in here."
    "May be smaller, but it's probably the most cluttered."
    "Well, I didn't notice that when I picked it."
    Zed pulled his leather work gloves on. "Come on then, stud. Let's be all manly, and clean this shit