compatible.
“We better get some sleep.” Settling in the mountain
of loose hay, he added, “We should probably remain dressed since we
have no idea what to expect.”
A snort of amusement burst from Miln. “Yes, I would
hate to run around naked in this world and get lead shot at my
ass.”
Oshki chuckled lightly.
Leaning out, he hooked the door strap of the right
side and pulled it shut, followed by the second. He turned to find
his companion kicking off his boots and wiggling out of his Western
clothing.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked, his cock
already hardening in anticipation.
“What does it look like?”
“What if one of the women comes to the barn to check
on us?”
“Then they will see something that will be branded in
their minds forever. Besides, we are now sure there are no kerks
monitoring us.”
“That may be true, but just know that our
relationship is taboo here.” Slowly, Miln closed the distance
between them. “If caught, we face serious consequences, maybe even
death by hanging.”
“I know.”
“And you are not worried about having to leave
suddenly?”
“No.” A primal light danced in his partner’s eyes.
“We just grab our clothes and satchels and make a run for it.”
“Well, then,” he began unbuttoning his shirt, “let us
see what we can do about making you happy.”
It didn’t take Miln long to undress. As he finished
pulling off his undergarment, Oshki rose and spread the other
blanket across the hay. Below them a horse stomped and a pig
grunted toward the back of the barn.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sound carrying
over the landscape.
“It is good that it storms,” he said. “Bad weather
will prevent the women from coming out here.”
Oshki held one hand out to him, fingers upturned.
“Come here and show me how much you love me.
Kneeling on the corner of the blanket, Miln regarded
his partner lying on his side, his arm crooked and his hand holding
his head up. His mate possessed a beautiful body. Although a young
warrior, he was all male, eyes bright with desire. Hard planes were
crisscrossed here and there by old and new scars, muscles
accentuated by the flashes of lightning seeping through the slats.
His yellow hair pooled on the cover in front of him.
Relief wafted through Miln. He’d truly feared they
weren’t going to be able to mend their relationship. Until
recently, he’d never seen Oshki behave so badly, but before
arriving on Earth, they’d never been able to spend sufficient time
together, either. He realized they knew very little about one
another.
“Well?” Oshki urged. “What are you waiting for?”
“I am enjoying the view. You are pleasing to my
eyes.”
“I would rather please your body.”
Chuckling, he pushed his mate back and straddled his
big thighs.
Oshki closed his eyes and placed his arms over his
head. “I have waited so long for this.”
With care, Miln smoothed his hands up and down his
partner’s chest and belly. A trail of dark yellow hair began at his
navel and traveled down to join the patch surrounding his sapin.
Its softness against his rough palms aroused him, and he imagined
what it would feel like to have it brushing against his lower
abdomen. At the thought, more blood surged into his cock until it
stood proudly at attention. Thankfully, his lover lay with his eyes
closed or he would have taken advantage of the situation.
Moving to his shoulders, Miln leaned over him and
massaged the muscles roping their expanse and down to his
biceps.
“By the Twelve Galaxies,” Oshki swore softly, “that
feels so good on my aching body.”
“Time travel has that effect on the physique,” he
murmured.
“You must be sore, too.”
“Shh. Just relax and let me work.”
Another barrage of thunder shook the barn. Below
them, one of the horses whickered uneasily.
Straightening, Miln worked his thumbs along his
partner’s waist, his fingers biting into the muscles. He rubbed
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