Waiting for Rain (8 page)

“Christ, Rain. We’re outside, for God’s sake, in public. It might be better to be a little more circumspect. Who knows how many bloody gay bashers lurk around clubs like this?”

“If they touched you, I’d fucking kill them,” he whispered in my ear. My cock reared like a hungry stallion ready to mount a willing mare. I heaved a shuddering breath as his hands brushed my groin, and he pressed himself even harder against me.

He murmured, “You are sex on legs, Toby, you know that? I know we haven’t quite made it to the fucking part yet, and we both want it, but I have a feeling that tonight’s the night.” His lips brushed the nape of my neck, raising immediate goose bumps, and my legs grew weak with the sensuality of the man standing behind me. Thank God he was holding me up, or I’d be an oozing puddle of semen and sheer melting man on the pavement.

I gulped. “Rain, we really shouldn’t do this outside. Honestly, I have a plan.”

What the hell? What was my plan? I looked down at my cock as if he would tell me what the plan was, but he was too aroused at thinking of himself buried in the man behind me to give a straight answer.

A wet, hot tongue licked my ear, and the world shimmered and tilted. I closed my eyes, my chest heaving.

“What kind of plan?” Rain murmured as his mouth moved down my neck, gently biting my shoulder through my shirt. A jolt of sheer pleasure shot to my cock, and it was now definitely not interested in anything anyone had to say.

“Uhmm, if you stop doing that for a minute so I can breathe, I’ll tell you. Rain, please, I can’t think straight with you doing that.” “That” was the slow brush of his fingers against my groin, squeezing gently while his other hand caressed the crack of my arse. He chuckled and moved away slightly, but I noticed I was still carefully within arm’s reach in case I thought of doing a runner.

Yeah, right. That was the last thing on my mind. Now what the hell was my plan? A recent movie I’d watched with Tammy sprang to mind, and I heaved a small sigh of relief.

“Let’s get in the car and drive home.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell kind of a plan is that?” he asked sulkily. I grinned now that my breathing had returned to seminormal.

“You’ll see. Trust me. I’ll make it worth your while.” I walked awkwardly to the car and clicked the remote to open the doors. Rain followed me, a scowl on his face. We got in, buckled up, and I started the thirty-mile drive home. I hadn’t had much to drink, being agreed as the designated driver for the night, but Rain had had his fair share.

The winding roads were treacherous and dark. I opened my window to give me a breathing space with him being so near and to let the smell of the countryside into my nose. Manure, damp grass, hay—all of these assaulted my nostrils, taking my mind off the tequila- and vanilla-scented man sitting beside me, seducing me with both his hands and his eyes. I’d finally managed to discover the secret of his very heady scent. It was an eau de toilette called Jaïpur Homme by Boucheron. It was a pricy one, too expensive for my tastes, but it was Rain’s favorite. I had to concur that the man smelled incredible, and very edible.

He glanced at me as I drove, once or twice reaching out, artfully brushing my fingers on the gear knob, wrapping his fingers around mine as I changed gears. It was extremely phallic, and I was having trouble concentrating. I tried ignoring the smoldering looks he gave me, the scent of him so close in such a confined space.

“Ever had a blowjob while you drove?” he asked idly as he looked out the window. I nearly lost control of his car at that incredibly hot thought.

“Jesus, no. That would be too bloody dangerous. I need to concentrate on the road. I can’t do that with you sucking my dick.”

But oh, it would be so fine.
I was almost hyperventilating again.

“Want to try it anyway?” His voice was matter of fact, but I could hear the amusement in it.

God, I did want to try it. The thought of his mouth wrapped around my cock right now was probably the best idea he’d had all night.

“Rain, give it a bloody rest. What if a cow or something wandered out into the road and I hit it because my eyes were closed in bloody sheer pleasure at you sucking me off?” I was trying to be mature and adult about this. He laughed, the sexy sound trickling its way down my spine and into my arse. I clenched my backside in sheer anticipation, shifting in my seat.

“Stupid cow shouldn’t be in the road, Toby. And you’d probably hit it or swerve off onto the verge, and when they found us all bashed up, I’d be right down there still”—he motioned to my groin—“finishing the job.” He licked his lips lasciviously, and I nearly came with that alone.

He grinned. “And the cow wouldn’t mind. If it was dead we could take it home, stick it in the freezer, and never have to buy beef again. If not”—he shrugged—“bloody animal could saunter off home and get its partner to suck its udders.” He sniggered as I bit back a laugh.

“Christ, you are something else,” I murmured. “Can we give the whole blowjob talk a miss for now, please?” I wasn’t sure I could bear much more of it without coming in my pants. “We’re not too far now from where I want to take you.”

He perked up at that, sitting up straighter and looking out of the window. “Where would that be?”

“You’ll see.”

We drove in silence as Rain fidgeted, muttered, licked my ear, and drove me bloody crazy. It was a form of torture he seemed to have perfected. My cock was so tight against my pants it was like wearing a cock cage. Something I’d tried once before in a very rare moment of submission with a potential partner who hadn’t worked out. I hadn’t been particularly partial to the whole experience.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” I muttered to myself as Rain raised an eyebrow at me. I was looking for the turnoff for Blackweather Farm, where I’d spent quite a bit of time when I’d first arrived. I’d earned my keep helping the owner, a taciturn man called Dave Beddington, bring in his crops. I’d only done it for a few months, enjoying the feeling of being outdoors, seeing the fruits of our labors stack up in the guise of haystacks. In return, Dave had given me a warm, dry place to stay and some old clothing of his son, who now lived in Edinburgh. I exclaimed in triumph at seeing the rickety sign outlined in the beam of the car headlamps, turning the car down a small dirt lane as we bumped and grinded over potholes.

“I’m starting to get a little worried,” Rain murmured. “This seems a little
Children of the Corn
to me. I might have to start worrying about scarecrows and shit. Are you going to tell me anytime soon where we’re going?”

“In a moment, just be patient.” Seeing what I was looking for, I pulled the car over into a small lay-by surrounded by trees and bushes, stopped the engine, and turned to look at Rain.

He looked at me in amazement. “We’re going to fuck in a lay-by?” he spluttered. “Wow, Toby, talk about living dangerously, you animal, you.”

His mirth was too much to bear, and I scowled. The words he’d uttered had once again gone straight to my groin. He’d been right when he’d said we hadn’t fucked each other yet. In the past two weeks, the garden shed had become “our hump place,” and we’d given each other quick blowjobs, dry humped when we got the chance, and jerked each other off, but so far we hadn’t had the opportunity to actually have sex. Either there was just not enough time, or someone was always around, or we were at the hotel, and I wouldn’t chance it there.

I had condoms and lube in my trouser pocket, skillfully palmed from the side pocket when I’d gotten into the car. I was also a little apprehensive. The feelings I had for Rain seemed to be deeper than just sexual. We’d only known each other just over two weeks. The man was a bit of an enigma, sexy, warm and intelligent, with a sense of humor and a depth to him that I thought he tried to hide. All I knew about him from the little conversation we’d had was that a past relationship had gone bad, left him pretty hurt and wary of getting involved again. Past that, I didn’t even really know where he lived, other than a vague, “on the outskirts of town in a cottage.”

“Listen, hotshot, just get out of the bloody car and follow me.” I clambered out of the car, making my way through bushes. I vaguely saw the way I wanted to go in the bright moonlight. The moon was full tonight, and I wondered if that was a good omen. I was partial to believing in the effects of the moon on the psyche, and I’d heard a full moon enhanced emotions and experiences. I was looking forward to testing that theory out here in the wilderness. Rain swore behind me as he followed me. Finally, we were through the bushes. I smiled a goofy smile at what I saw. Rain stood beside me with a stricken look on his face.

“What the hell?” He peered anxiously across the moonlit field.

I waved my hand at the outline of the object in the field in front of us about twenty feet away. “That’s where I want us to be.”

He looked at me in disbelief. “It’s a bloody haystack!” he growled. “What are we supposed to do with that?”

“Oh ye of little imagination,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not what we’re going to do
with
it but what we’re going to do on top of it.”

The haystack was built up like a set of steps, a series of four bales all set together, one shorter one leading to another taller one until you reached the top one, which was about fifteen feet off the ground. I hoped Rain wasn’t averse to heights. Farmer Dave had always stacked his bales like that. I’d thought, given the film I’d watched last week, some chick flick about a cowboy and a young city lass who got it on in the field, against a haystack, my idea had been a stroke of inspiration.

Rain didn’t look convinced. “You want me to fuck you on top of a haystack?”

I looked at him in surprise. “Oh no. I’m the one doing the fucking.”

“The hell you are,” he growled. “I haven’t bottomed in ages. There’s no way I’m letting you fuck me.”

My temper flared. “Why did you automatically assume I’d be the one bottoming?” His past “twink” comment started to drift through my brain.

His comeback was swift. “Why did you?”

We stood and looked at each other, hands clenched at our sides, breaths hard and fast. It was aptly described as a Mexican standoff, especially seeing as how I was still so hard I could have gone to space using my cock as a rocket.

“So what do we do now?” Rain asked quietly as he watched my face. I shrugged, feeling a little hurt at his complete reluctance to let me inside him.

“I suppose we go home and forget about it. Keep doing what we’re doing. Groping and sucking each other off. The mood’s gone a bit now, hasn’t it?” I knew I was being bloody minded about the whole thing. I honestly didn’t mind top or bottom usually, but I’d really wanted it to be me in him first. He laid a hand on my arm as I turned to go back to the car.

“Wait.” I looked at him, seeing the shadow in his eyes even in the dim light. His face was still. “I need to explain something.” He swallowed. “I got hurt once that way. Pretty badly, and I just haven’t been able to trust anyone since then with… you know.” He gestured with his hand, then sighed slightly. “I suppose we should have shared all of this with each other before we started this thing, yeah?”

My heart had fallen at his admission that someone had once hurt him in such a fashion. I hadn’t thought something like that could ever happen to someone as confident and put together as Rain Engel. The look on his face made my heart ache.

“I’m sorry, Rain. I guess we
should
have spoken about it before instead of assuming.” He nodded and gazed down at the ground. Somewhere an owl hooted, and we both started. The wind had picked up slightly, a warm breeze that caressed my face and made my hair ruffle lightly. Rain lifted his head, watching me with an expression of yearning. I had to say something, so I had another bright idea. I’d watched
Dirty Dancing
only a few days ago—on my own, I have to say. I couldn’t blame being forced to watch it by Tammy for that one. I was a big Patrick Swayze fan for obvious gay-man reasons. “Fine. You can fuck me. But first you have to dance for me.”

His jaw nearly hit the ground. “What?”

“You heard me. You have to dance for me. A Rain dance, with a capital R.” I was starting to enjoy myself now. “The farmers have been complaining that they need rain. Your name is Rain, we’re out in a field, surrounded by nature, a full moon, and it’s nearly midnight. That sounds very auspicious to me. So do a Rain dance for me. Then you can have me on top of that haystack.”

His eyes were hooded as he stared, first at my groin then back up to my face. He looked very turned on but still worried. “Are there any animals in that field? You know, cows, horses… sheep?” He shuddered. I looked at him, a little nonplussed.

I’d offered him my arse, and he was worried about livestock?

“Not that I know of. Dave does have some sheep, but they’re kept on another field.” I saw him shiver again. I frowned. “What’s wrong? You don’t like farm animals?”

He muttered, and I leaned in toward him. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

He glowered at me in the dim light from the moon. “I said I don’t like bloody sheep.”

I nodded. “I see. Why not? Sheep are nice, woolly, cute animals.”

He looked distinctly ill. “I can’t agree with that. I really don’t like them.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to this rather surreal conversation about my man having an obvious phobia of the ovine species.

“Well, I can assure you there are no little lambs, rams, or mummy sheep near that haystack.” I gazed at him curiously. “Have you always had a dislike of sheep? Did you perhaps have a sheep-related trauma that affected you in childhood?”

Rain scowled again. “I just don’t like them, okay? Fluffy, po-faced sheep with gooey eyes. They give me the willies.” He waved an impatient hand. “Now, are we going to do this whole ‘fucking’ thing or not?”

His obvious distress at the thought that woolly mammals might invade his space might make me want to giggle, but I was horny and needed to get laid. I nodded agreeably and reached out my hand. “Fine then, no more talk of sheep. Come with me, and I’ll introduce you to the stack.”