There wasn’t much light to see by in the narrow space between the saloon and the brick monstrosity of the bank she sidled up against, but it was quiet in the burgeoning evening, almost private. Jace tucked a pinch of tobacco into a rolling paper and carefully rolled a cigarette solely by touch. He could barely see his hands it was so dark. He paused to lick the edge and seal it before placing it between his lips. Reaching out, he struck a match on the brick and cupped the flame, inhaling deeply as he lit the end of the cigarette then tossed away the match. He took a couple of slow drags and glanced up at the sliver of sky overhead.
Early stars were just beginning to peek out through the blanket of darkness. Jace glanced momentarily back at the door into the saloon, then moved several paces deeper into the recess of the alleyway. The memory of his first trip to the spot sent a shiver down his spine and made his trousers tighten uncomfortably.
~
It was four months back and he and the boys had arrived much the same as they had this day. It was the first drive after the snows had cleared and the weather had finally settled down to a dull roar. Jace well recalled that the boys were in high spirits as he had handed out the pay. There hadn’t been much need, or sometimes much ability, to come into town over the winter and they were all rarin’ to get into everything they’d been missing. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to seeing the state they dragged themselves back in come the next morning.
Once they were all set loose, he turned his heel straight for the Black Dog with it in his mind to get himself a room, a bath, and a beer. Not necessarily in that order. Something decent to eat wouldn’t hurt, either, after a week of range food. He tucked the key to the room above stairs in his vest pocket as he turned away from the inn keep. It would be an hour or so, the keep had told him, before they could finish getting his bath drawn and he decided he’d take that time to relax and acquaint himself with that beer he'd been thinking about. The bath was an uncommon luxury, and an expensive one at that, but he’d decided he deserved it.
Stepping into the saloon on the first floor of the building, he paused and raised an eyebrow over the press of people inside. There seemed to be more bodies than could possibly fit in the place and the noise was astounding. If he hadn’t already paid for the room, he might have simply gone elsewhere, but the deal was already made. Besides, the Black Dog was the only place in town that he could get a bathtub hauled to his room for a private bath.
Slowly he made his way toward the bar, angling between a cowboy with a heavily dolled up woman hanging off his lap and a man who probably worked at the bank next door, if his clothes were any indication. Jace rested a hand on the bartop, gave a patient nod to the harried bartender who motioned that he’d be back in a moment and smiled courteously with a shake of his head to the prostitute whose appraising glance had turned into a come hither smile. As he turned away from her laughing disappointment, Jace was startled to feel a hard male body press up square against him from behind, the curve of his ass cradled into a trim pair of hips. His hand drifted instinctively toward the butt of his revolver, slung low in a holster alongside his right thigh, and he turned to give a piece of his mind to the impertinent bastard. Whatever he would have said died on his lips as a voice like whiskey over gravel breathed against his ear, “Alley in the back. Five minutes.”
Jace froze, his breath caught in his chest. What the hell? By the time he recovered his composure and turned to look for the source of the voice, the crowd had shifted and there was no one there. His brows furrowed as he searched across the faces, but found not a single one turned his way. It was doubtful it could have been anyone he knew; he’d signed on at the Carlson ranch just before winter had set in and hadn’t been to town since then. Even then it was only to pass through on his way to the ranch.
“Sir?” Jace turned back toward the bar where the bartender waited with an expectant expression. He made up his mind in that moment. Smiling, he tipped his head and pushed away, headed for the hallway he knew would lead to a door into the alley.
~
Jace heard the door to the saloon open behind him and smiled. The sudden interjection of the noise from inside the saloon cut off as the door fell once more closed, leaving the alley in near silence. He didn’t turn; he didn’t need to. It wasn’t part of the deal. He dropped what was left of the cigarette and ground it out beneath the heel of his boot, extinguishing even that small source of light. The alley was little more than a mass of shadows off a minor road that saw next to no travel that time of evening.
Moments later there were hands on his hips, pulling him back into a muscled body that was rapidly becoming familiar. Jace dropped his head back onto the shoulder of the man behind him, exposing the flesh of his neck to searching lips. The hands on his hips moved without pause to his waist, untucking his shirt and sliding beneath it to smooth over the sleek muscles of his abdomen. Working as a cattle foreman had kept his physique in an enviable shape. Jace shifted his hips, grinding back into the pelvis behind him, a smirk twisting his lips at the deep throated sound that elicited.
Unerring fingers worked the fastenings of his trousers as well as if they had been Jace’s own. Ever since the first visit out to the alley, he’d gone first to his room and locked up his gun belt before heading down to the saloon. It was a serious risk to be without it, but it was more in the way for what he had in mind than not.
Jace hissed as calloused fingers delved inside his open trousers and grasped his rapidly hardening cock. He’d been half hard for the last two days thinking about this little rendezvous and the reality always beat the fantasy, hands down. Preferably hands down his pants, if he wanted to be precise about it. He stifled a moan as his shadowy companion pressed up tight against him and slowly stroked the silky hot flesh.
Gritting his teeth against the sweet torture of it, Jace reached behind him, curled his fingers into his lover’s ass and ground back into him. The other man growled softly against his neck and Jace managed a smile. Well, no sense in being only one of them suffering, eh?
With a suddenness that left him breathless, his companion countered by knocking him forward and his hands instinctively came up to brace him, his palms flat against the rough mortared bricks of the bank wall. Cool air raised the hairs on the backs of his legs as his trousers fell away and exposed his skin to the night sky. Warm hands caressed the curve of his ass, slowly, almost reverently. The sensation coupled with the anticipation made his cock twitch hard.
Jace closed his eyes and dropped his head forward as he felt a hand move to the cleft between his cheeks, fingers seeking the sensitive flesh hidden within. He took a slow deep breath to gather up the little bit of patience he could muster. He didn’t want to rush this - it was such an infrequent pleasure - but damn did he want this so bad he could nearly taste it.
When, at last, a slick finger pressed against the ring of muscle in his ass, against and torturously slowly in, his cock jerked almost painfully and Jace thought he just might explode then and there. He clenched his teeth together to muffle the sound of pure pleasure that threatened from his throat. And when a second finger joined the first, just as slow, the digits parting slightly to stretch the tight opening, his knees nearly gave way under the onslaught of sensation. He’d never admit it, of course, but he just might have made a sound that resembled a whimper.
A strong hand steadied him at the hip and he vaguely heard his companion take a ragged breath. Jace bit back a cuss word or two as the fingers withdrew, leaving behind a feeling of lingering hollowness that begged to be filled. He couldn’t help smirking and wondered silently if his mystery man was nearly as hard up as he was.
His question was answered a heartbeat later as a straining cock teased at his ass for a bare second before thrusting hard into him, burying all the way. Jace bit his arm at the suddenness of it, his eyes rolling back. Sweet mother, there just weren’t words for how good that felt. His companion wasn’t quite able to completely quell the blissful groan that echoed Jace’s sentiments completely. They paused together for the space of a breath, and then it was impossible not to move. Hard, sure strokes rocked him forward against the rough brick of the wall in an ever increasing rhythm. Jace met every thrust, leaning into it and taking every inch, asking for more. Harder, faster, over and over - and he came so hard his vision darkened, the clenching of the muscles in his ass pushing his lover over his own precipice with a muffled groan.
Jace took a deep breath as the other man’s cock slid from him. He stretched tentatively, smiling at the luscious sense of relaxed lassitude that came over his limbs. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and tidied up, a quick glance behind him letting him know that his companion was quietly doing the same. Trousers righted, he watched as the man turned wordlessly down the alley toward the street.
Jace frowned, realizing he was taking a chance, but he spoke anyways. “We’ve been at this four months running and I don’t even know your name.”
The man paused, turning just enough that Jace could make out a striking profile. “No, you don’t,” he replied in that same rough voice that sent a shiver straight down Jace’s spine.
And then he walked away.
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