Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Heat
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Heat 7 Part 2: Saturday
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

Heat 7: Long Weekend
Part Two: Saturday
By Starwinder

Lundy awoke early. Turning he looked into the sleeping face of his lover.

Joe looked absolutely serene. A faint smile curved his full lips. A stray strand of dark hair hung over his eyes.

Levon couldn't help himself. He reached out and gently pushed the wayward strand back off of Joe's forehead. He'd wanted to do that the first time he'd seen Joe and every day since. Every time that the stubborn lock of silky hair tumbled across Joe's forehead Levon's hands would start to itch with the desire to touch it, smooth it back. At least for this weekend he could indulge himself. He could touch Joe all he wanted for the next three days. Then on Tuesday it'd be back to work and he'd have to keep his hands to himself, at least on duty.

Joe's lashes fluttered then the blue eyes opened and Joe smiled at him, reaching up to capture the hand that was still caressing his hair. He drew the hand down and kissed the palm.

"Good morning, Love." Levon whispered, then placing a finger to Joe's lips to silence him as he started to respond, he added, "Shhhh. No talking today, Love. Today you will show me your love in silence."

Joe nodded that he understood and snuggled closer.

Levon quietly told him what he wanted him to do, giving him his instructions for the day. There would be no bondage today, Joe was to serve him freely, silently and naked.

After receiving his instructions, Joe arose and left the room.

Levon rolled over and went back to sleep.

Entering Levon's bedroom, where the previous night's events had taken place, Joe quickly and efficiently stripped the bed and changed it, before taking the soiled bedclothes to the laundry room to wash them. Returning from the laundry room, he found the butt plug that Levon had cast aside the night before and went into the bathroom to clean it. He showered, cleansing himself thoroughly, then lubed his anus and re-inserted the plug as Levon had instructed him to do.

When he had finished with his own bath he filled the tub with hot water and went to awaken Levon.

Mindful of Levon's instructions that he was not to speak he stood a moment looking down at his lover then he slowly pulled the covers down and off of Levon. Smiling at his now naked lover, he carefully climbed on to the bed, and positioned himself between Levon's sprawled legs. Lowering his head he blew gently across Levon's cock.

He grinned as the organ began to stiffen, slowly extending itself upward to lie on Levon's abdomen. Placing his hands on either side of Levon's hips he leaned forward until he could just barely reach the cock with his tongue. Making certain that his tongue was wet with saliva, he very lightly licked up the underside of the cock.

Levon moaned, his cock hardening perceptively.

Joe licked again.

The cock jumped and Levon opened is eyes, looking down the length of his body at his lover. Grinning he said, "I take it my bath is ready."

Joe sat back on his hunches and grinned back at him, nodding.

"Right. I didn't tell you how to wake me up. Did I? Well, I approve of your method. You may finish what you started. Don't reckon my bath water'll get too cold." He laid back and pulled a couple of pillows under his head to prop himself up so he could watch Joe.

Smiling, Joe returned to his former position, his hands on either side of Levon's hips, like he was doing pushups. He lowered his head to kiss the head of Levon's cock.

Taking the head of the cock into his mouth, he slowly swallowed the full length of it, then drew back to suck on just the head. He gently ran his tongue under the foreskin then, across the slit in the end before releasing the cock entirely to bend his head and kiss Levon's balls.

His tongue flicked out licking the balls then he carefully took one into his mouth, sucking it gently. He lavished his attention on it as Lundy's cock jerked and splattered pre-cum across the cowboy's belly.

Lundy moaned loudly, "Oh, yeah! God! You are so good, Boy!"

Joe turned his attention to the other ball, being just a thorough with it as he had been with the first.

Lundy's moans grew louder. It was all he could do not to order Joe to return his attention to his aching cock, but as much as he wanted Joe to finish him quickly, he also wanted it to last.

Finally Joe lifted his head, looking up at Levon, evaluating how much longer Lundy could last. He gave a self satisfied smile then swooped down to claim Lundy's cock, swallowing it in a single movement.

Lundy gasped, almost crying out, it felt so good.

Joe wasn't wasting time now. He bobbed up and down on the cock, milking it with his throat, bringing Levon off quickly.

Lundy shouted and arched up off the bed as he felt his balls tighten. His cock surged and exploded in Joe's throat.

Joe swallowed eagerly, then sat back smiling that self-satisfied smile.

Lundy slumped back to the bed, exhausted. "Damn, Boy! You drained me good. Donít know if I can walk to the bathroom now."

Joe grinned and slid off the bed, remembering that he wasn't allowed to talk today he mimed scooping Levon up in his arms and raised his brow in question.

Lundy laughed, "If you feel up to it! Help yourself!"

Joe stepped back to the edge of the bed, slipping one arm under Levon's knees and the other around his back, he lifted the lighter man easily. He carried the cowboy down the hall and across Lundy's bedroom to the bathroom beyond and lowered him into the tub.

Lundy gave a happy sigh as he was lowered into the water. It was still plenty hot but not too hot. It felt great. He lay back and waited, knowing that Joe was going to bath him.

God! It felt good, just to be able to lie there while Joe washed him. The Italian started with Levon's face, carefully washing it with a small wash cloth. He rubbed in small circles, massaging the cheeks, forehead, nose, lips and chin, carefully avoiding, the eyes. He used another cloth to wipe the soap off.

He took his time, working his way down Lundy's body. His touch was gentle and soothing. Lundy lost track of time. He felt like he was floating, Joe's gentle touch relaxing him almost to the point of unconsciousness.

It seemed like forever before he heard the water running out of the tub and felt Joe's hands urging him to stand up. He noticed that his hair was wet and realized that Joe must have washed it, but he didn't remember it happening. He must have drifted back to sleep while his lover was doing that.

He stepped out of the tub and Joe surrounded him with one of the huge, thick, fluffy bath sheets that Joe had convinced him to buy. He finally began to wake up as Joe dried him and then helped him into his bathrobe.

Levon went into the kitchen, leaving Joe to clean up the bathroom and take the towels to the laundry room.

Joe soon joined him in the kitchen. He came and knelt at Levon's feet, as the cowboy sat at the table. Bowing his head he waited until Levon acknowledged his presence. Then he lifted a hand, gesturing towards the refrigerator, then the stove.

"Yes," Lundy said with a smile. "I would like breakfast. A western omelet, grits, toast and orange juice."

Joe rose and began to prepare the meal.

Levon watched him, still enthralled by the Italian's smooth pale skin, taut across the well muscled body. Except for a few scars it was flawless, no bumps or moles other than the mole on the side of his face. As Joe moved around the kitchen preparing the meal, Lundy counted the scars. The most noticeable was the scar of an old knife wound that ran down Joe's left side, starting just above the waist and ending on the hip. There were three more scars on Joe's left leg. Two were the round puckered kind that bullets make. From their positions, Levon guessed that they were from a single bullet, entrance and exit wound. [Must have been a small caliber gun. A .22 maybe. Have to ask him sometime.] The other, a wide flat white scar, could have been a cut but Levon figured it was more than likely another bullet wound. [Probably just grazed him.] The right leg had a single scar on it, high on the thigh. It didn't look like a bullet wound, on the other hand it didn't look like a cut either.

LaFiamma was a good cook. He sliced and diced the peppers, onions and tomatoes for the omelet with practiced ease. He quickly cut a piece of ham into small chunks and grated a bit to cheese. He brought the water to boil for the grits, measured them carefully and added them to the water. A few minutes later the meal was done, the toast popping up just as Joe slid the omelet onto the plate. He sat the plate before Levon and poured the grits into a bowl. He placed it beside the plate, added a knife, fork and spoon then poured Levon's orange juice and sat it beside the plate.

"It looks good." Levon said, then pointed at the floor, indicating that he wanted Joe to return to his kneeling position beside Levon's chair.

Joe obediently knelt beside his lover.

Levon began to eat, after a moment he said, "This is delicious." Turning to look down at Joe he scooped up a spoonful of the omelet, "Here, eat this." He said softly, holding the spoon out to Joe, his other hand cupped under it to catch anything that might fall.

Joe leaned forward and accepted the food.

Levon smiled. He shared the entire meal with his lover, taking one spoonful of food for himself and giving one to Joe. Each time he took a drink from the glass of orange juice he gave Joe a drink also.

When they were finished eating he pushed back his chair and rose. "Leave the dishes for now. I need to go tend to Fooler. Come and dress me. You can clean up the kitchen and decide what we will have for lunch while I am outside."

He led the way, back to his bedroom and picked out the clothes he wanted to put on. Laying them on the bed he turned back to let Joe take off his robe.

Joe untied the robe's belt and let it fall open, looking down he noted that Levon's cock was half erect again. As he pushed the robe off of the cowboy's shoulders he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Levon's right collarbone.

Levon swayed back slightly, and chuckled. "Not now, Love. If you start that now, Fooler'll be kicking the barn door down to get out before I get there. Gotta feed her and let her stretch her legs. You'll have plenty of that later. Promise you."

Joe smiled at that and turned efficient, quickly getting his lover ready to go out. oooOOOooo

Some time later, Levon returned to the house, joining Joe in the kitchen. He stepped up behind Joe at the sink where he was washing apples. Forgetting for the moment that he'd told Joe not to talk he asked, "What you fixing?"

Joe almost answered then remembered his instructions. He pointed towards a pie plate sitting on the counter then held up the apple he had been washing.

"Oh!" Levon chuckled as he remembered about the silence bit, "You're gonna bake me an apple pie?"

Joe nodded.

Levon kissed the back of Joe's neck. "Think it can wait till after you take care of this?" he asked, pressing his groin against his lover's naked buttocks letting him feel the erection straining against the jeans.

LaFiamma dropped the apple into the sink and turned in Lundy's arms. He rubbed his nose across Levon's in an Eskimo kiss then bent to claim Lundy's lips.

As he broke the kiss, Lundy said softly, "I'll take that as a yes." He ran his hands possessively over his lover's naked body, caressing his hips, and buttocks. One hand stroked the base of the butt plug that Joe had re-inserted in his anus that morning.

"Take it out and bend over the table. I want your ass, Boy!" Levon instructed.

Joe eagerly complied. Seconds later, the huge, pink butt plug was lying on a paper towel on the table and Joe was leaning on his elbows over the table, his legs spread, his beautiful ass quivering with anticipation of being fucked.

Levon opened his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. Moving up close behind his lover he let his cock rub against Joe's asscheeks.

Joe moaned softly and pushed his ass back trying to capture the cock.

Lundy teased him with it, moving away as Joe moved back. He knew that Joe was well lubed and that he didn't need stretching after wearing the butt plug all morning but he loved to feel Joe's tight passage around his fingers, loved to watch his lover heat up as he finger fucked him. He slipped two fingers into his lover and began to work them around.

Joe moaned again, louder this time and his hips jerked in time with the fingers plunging into him.

Lundy added another finger and felt Joe shudder. He quickly removed all three fingers and replaced them with his cock, sliding all the way in with one quick thrust.

Joe groaned. He could only hope that Lundy wouldn't count the moaning and groaning as being in violation of the no talking rule, because he couldn't hold the sounds in. Levon's cock felt so good plunging into him. He spread his arms out and grabbed the ends of the table, clinging to it as Lundy picked up speed, thrusting, deep and hard.

The table bumped against the divider between the kitchen and the living room, thumping loudly every time that Levon thrust into Joe, and squawking loudly every time he pulled back and the table shifted on the floor.

The noise rose to new levels as Lundy neared his climax. Joe was no longer even trying to be quiet. He moaned and cried as he twisted his hips, driving back to meet Lundy's thrusts.

Lundy was chanting, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Gonna get it! Gonna come, Baby! Gonna give it all to you!" as he thrust. Suddenly he stiffened and cried out, "Oh, Yeah! Joey!" as he climaxed then collapsed across his lover's back.

Joe gave one more, deep groan and came, too, spilling his seed under the table.

For a long moment, Lundy lay across Joe's back, breathing heavily before slowly straightening and starting to pull his spent cock out of Joe's limp body.

Joe whimpered in protest and clamped down with his ass muscles trying to hold him in.

Levon grinned and pressed back against Joe letting the clenched ass muscles hold his cock in. Leaning over Joe again, he ran his hands slowly up his lover's back then out his arms to twine his fingers with Joe's. He turned their hands together and drew them inward.

Joe raised his head and Levon slipped their joined hands under and down then drew back, straightening, pulling Joe up with him to stand with his arms around Joe, their hands still twined together across Joe's chest.

Joe leaned his head back against Levon's shoulder and the cowboy kissed along the exposed length of his neck as Joe slowly clenched and unclenched his ass muscles, milking the cock that was still inside him. He moaned softly as it began to firm up again, growing longer and harder inside him, then whimpered again as Levon pulled back and let it slip out of him.

"Sssshush, Baby. It's alright. I ain't leaving you. Just wanna turn you around. Wanna see your face. That's all." Levon murmured, quieting Joe as he turned him to face him. Pressing Joe against the edge of the table, he instructed, "Lay back."

Joe obeyed, raising his legs to wrap them around Levon's waist.

Levon slipped his arms between Joe's legs and his own body and lifted the legs to rest over his arms with the ankles on his shoulders. Then he moved forward, aligned his cock and slid into Joe's ass with a single smooth stroke.

He smiled at the look of intense pleasure that crossed Joe's face and the soft gasp that escaped his lover. He ran one hand along Joe's leg caressing from the knee up to the ankle than back down all the way to the hip. His smile grew wider as he watched the play of emotions across Joe's face.

"Lord," He whispered, then slightly louder, his voice heavy with need, "Do you know how beautiful you look? Like a wanton angel! You can't keep your eyes open and when they are open they're glazed with pleasure." He stroked deep and slow as he talked and continued to run his hands up and down Joe's legs, along his hips, across his belly, giving the rampart cock that twitched and leaked pre-cum an occasional caress in passing. "Your mouth opens when I stroke in and closes when I pull back. You lick your lips. You look so hungry. Hungry for me. Only me."

His voice dropped lower again. He wasn't really talking to Joe, just murmuring his thoughts, increasing his own excitement by voicing them. "I love the way you throw your head back, arch your neck. Like one'a those gals in the vampire movies offering her neck to the vampire. Sink my teethÖ in there. Make you mine. Mine. Forever." His voice shook with passion.

He trembled at the image in his mind, at the thought of claiming Joe like that and the vision pushed him over the edge. With a shout he came, exploding, filling his lover with his warm seed. "Oh, Joey! Joey!"

He turned his head and kissed the inside of Joe's ankle, then nipped it. He was trembling with exhaustion and at the same time felt invigorated. He'd just come twice but to his amazement, he was still hard and he didn't want to leave Joe, didn't want to pull out. He ought to stop, ought to. Joe was gonna be sore, raw form being rode so long but he couldn't, just couldn't bring himself to break the connection. He wanted Joe, wanted him so bad. Needed him.

He kissed his way along Joe's leg to the knee then licked back up. The salty tang of Joe's sweat was like an aphrodisiac, making him harderÖ and hungrier for Joe, feeding his desire. He realized on some level that he was losing control but he couldn't stop. The hunger inside him was eating him alive. He had to stay connected to Joe. Had to.

Turning his head he kissed the instep of Joe's other foot, licked that leg from ankle to knee. Pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside Joe, he bent to kiss Joe's cock. The cock throbbed as he began to lick it.

Joe hadn't come when Levon had and his cock was still hard, leaking precum on his belly.

Lundy licked it off. [Tastes good. So good.] He took Joe's cock into his mouth, let it slide down his throat.

Joe cried out with mingled pleasure and pain. His ass hurt but the mouth on his cock was heaven. "Oh, God! Levon!" He screamed, completely forgetting the rule of silence. He writhed on the table trying to push himself farther down on Levon's cock. He was sore and raw but it didn't matter. He wanted Levon in him, all the way in him, stroking, thrusting. He twisted his hips but couldn't get anymore of Levon's cock inside himself. He growled in frustration and clawed at the table. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" He demanded.

Levon raised his head, letting the cock slip from his lips and gave him what he wanted. He wrapped both arms around Joe's legs for leverage, closing one hand on Joe's cock to pump him. He began to thrust with long deep strokes that jarred Joe's entire body with every in thrust.

Joe let his ankles slide off Levon's shoulders and hooked his feet around Lundy's body straining to pull his lover closer. He grabbed the edges of the table with his hands and used the strength in his arms and shoulders to push his body up to meet Levon's thrusts.

Both men were panting and gasping. The table slammed against the wall with every in-stroke then squawked loudly as it was wrenched away by the out-stroke.

Levon gave one last balls deep stroke.

Joe screamed as he came, his cock spewing cum across his belly.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Levon chanted. He was dry coming. It hurt! Oh, how it hurt! But it was good. So Good! He held himself deep inside Joe for a long moment, then reluctantly pulled back and out.

"Noooo." Joe protested weakly as he felt the cock slip from him. He refused to unwrap his legs from around Levon as the cowboy stepped back. Still clinging to the edge of the table he went with Levon.

The table tilted under his weight. His eyes popped open in surprise as he felt himself begin to slide off it.

Lundy's legs were too weak to hold him, let alone support Joe. They collapsed and the two men landed in a tangled heap on the floor beside the overturned table.

After a minute, Levon reached over and pulled Joe into his arms. "Think I'll just lay here a bit." He chuckled.

Joe just snuggled close, too sore and exhausted to reply.

They laid there a bit, then Levon turned toward Joe, running his hands along his lover's bare arm. "You're getting cold, Baby. Let's put you to bed."

It took him several minutes to get his sleepy lover up and into the bedroom. He was tucking him into to bed when Joe muttered, "What ya doin'? I'm supposed to beÖ."

Levon kissed him on the forehead. "You need a nap. I'll just turn on the TV and find a game to watch while you rest. Might call Chicken to bring us some lunch, too."

"Ohmmm. My pieÖ."

"Later. It'll keep. Go to sleep."

"Muumph." Joe snuggled down.

Levon grinned and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "I'll take that as an okay." He whispered as he gently smoothed the unruly lock of hair back from his lover's brow. He supposed he ought to go on and call Chicken about the lunch. Joey obviously wasn't up to cooking and he was getting more than a tad hungry.

(Probably all the exercise.) A wicked little voice whispered in the back of his mind. He grinned but still didn't get up. Instead he continued to sit, watching Joe sleep. Every few seconds he'd reach out and touch the sleeping man, smooth back his hair, caress his shoulder or hip through the blanket he'd covered him with.

[Lord, what am I doing? Sitting here watching him sleep. It's like I can't bear to not be in the same room with him. Never felt that way about anybody. Lately it's like I can't stand to have anybody else even look at him. When that new girl in records was flirting with him the other day I wanted toÖ to yell at her, 'Get away from him! He's mine! Mine!' I'm really losing it. I must be out of my mind. Lord, have mercy. What am I gonna do?]

With a sigh he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Joe's cheek then stood upÖ and sat back down. [I'll just sit here a couple more minutes.] He laid a hand on Joe's hip, rubbing it idly.

That wicked little voice in the back of his mind whispered, (Yeah, right! Just till he wakes up!)

He gave himself a shake and jumped to his feet. "I'm gonna go call Chicken. Joe'll need food when he wakes up." He said aloud, hoping that saying it would make him able to actually do it. He forced himself to walk out of the room but he couldn't make himself not turn at the door and look back. He swallowed hard and deliberately closed the door behind him. [Outta sight, outta mind.]

(Uh,huh! You're outta your mind!) The little voice followed him down the hall.

He made the call to Chicken and then sat down on the sofa, determined to not get up and go check on Joe. [Leastwise not till the food gets here.]

(Fat chance!)

[Shut up!] He got up and went out on the porch sitting down in the swing. He looked at his watch. Time was crawling. He jumped up and started pacing. Twice he grabbed the screen door handle then made himself let go of it. He looked at his watch again.

(It's been ten whole minutes since you saw him.) The little voice crowed. (Betcha can't hold out five more minutes!)

[I can, too! Ain't gotta look at him all the time!] He flopped down in the swing again. [I'm arguing with myself! Jesus! I must be crazy!]

(Crazy in love.) The little voice whispered.

"What?!!" He didn't realized he'd said it aloud until he heard the word and looked around to see who said it.

"No, no." He protested to himself, "It ain't love. Can't be. I love Caroline. ThisÖ this is justÖ sex. A good time. We agreed on that."

(Doesn't matter what you agreed to. You were in love with Caroline but she's gone. You can deny it all you want but what you feel is what you feel. You're in love with himÖ and he's already admitted that he's in love with you. So what's stopping you from telling him?)

"I love Caroline."

(Caroline's gone. She wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life alone. She loved you too much for that. Let her go.)

[I can't.]

(You've got forty-fifty more years of livin' left. Think about spending them aloneÖ then think about spending them with Joe. Which looks best to you? He won't wait forever. He needs to be loved. Sooner or later he'll find someone else if you don't let him know that you love him.)

Levon leaned forward in the swing and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I do still love Caroline." He said aloud.

It sounded hollow, like a man trying to convince himself of something that wasn't entirely true. He lifted his head and stared out at the pasture where Fooler was ambling around and thought about how life had been after Caroline diedÖ and before Joe had come into his life.

He hadn't really had much of a life during that time. He'd just been going through the motions. Plodding from sunrise to sunset, detached, disinterested, hopeless, filled with guilt over Caroline's death and dread that the rest of his life would just be more of the same. No one had been able to really reach himÖ until Joe. From day one, the stubborn, contrary, obnoxious Yankee had started punching holes in the wall he'd built around himself, a wall intended to keep people out, to keep him from getting anybody else hurt.

Joe'd had a wall around himself too. Then somehow instead of it being Levon inside his wall just trying to get by, not make any waves, and Joe inside his wall trying to be superman and save the world right by himself, it'd become the two of them against the world. He snorted a cut off laugh. [Charging hell with a bucket of water.]

He shook his head. [Maybe they weren't really walls, maybe they were soap bubbles and when we got too close together they merged into one.] He turned that thought over in his mind. The image of him floating around in a soap bubble with Joe wasÖ hilarious. He could just see them floating up over the trees, naked of course. If they were gonna live in a soap bubble they wouldn't need clothes, just float around making loveÖ scaring the horses. He started to laugh. [I'm definitely losing my mind!]

He was still chuckling over the image when Chicken pulled up under the big shade tree and climbed out of his car.

As the big black man walked up the porch steps he gave Levon a strange look, "What's so funny, Levon?" he asked as Levon stood up to greet him.

"Just thinking weird thoughts, Chicken." He grinned at his old friend. "You bring the plain grilled chicken for Joe?"

"I grilled him one special, marinaded it in that oriental sauce he likes." He looked around as Levon led the way into the living room. "Where is he?"

"HuhÖ he's taking a nap. Got plumb tuckered out this morning." Lundy said as he took the plastic jug of tea that Chicken had brought with him. "How much do I owe you--" he broke off abruptly as he saw Chicken's eyes go wide and his jaw drop in shock at something he saw over Lundy's shoulder. Then he spun as he heard Joe's voice.

Sleepy and petulant, Joe was wandering down the hall rubbing his eyes as he walked, stark naked, "Levon? When you comingÖ."

The tea jug hit the floor as Levon grabbed the quilt off the back of the couch and practically flew to his partner, wrapping him in the quilt and steering him back toward the bedroom.

Chicken was still standing open mouthed when Lundy returned a couple of minutes later. He closed his mouth, sat the food on the small table by the door, then said. "Why don't I just put this on your tab. You'reÖ busyÖ now. I'll just be goin'. See you guys later." He was backing toward the door.

"Chicken, wait! IÖ uh that is, What are you gonna do?"

"Do?"

"AboutÖ" He made a vague gesture toward the hall indicating what Chicken had seen.

"IÖ" Chicken hesitated. "Are youÖ huh, I mean is thisÖ serious?"

Lundy studied him a long moment. He'd known the black man a long time. They'd been friends when it wasn'tÖ fashionable for blacks and whites to be friendly. He'd known Chicken's son, done what he could when the boy was murdered, had been just as frustrated as Chicken by the witnesses refusal to come forward. After a long moment he said, "I was thinking about that just before you came up. If ya'd've asked me yesterday, I'd've said, 'No big deal. Just fun and games.' but I'd've been wrong. I love him. So yeah, I reckon it's about as serious as it gets."

"And Joey? Does heÖ."

Lundy smiled, "He had it figured out a long time 'fore I did."

Chicken took a deep breath, "If'n you're happy and he's happy don't reckon it's anybody else's businessÖ but you be carefulÖ lot of people don't know how to mind their own business, ya know?"

"I know Chicken. Thanks."

"Yeah. Okay. Like I said I'll put that on your tab." He turned and made his escape.

He was in the car and back on the highway when it hit himÖ just exactly how Joe had gotten 'plumb tuckered out'. The vision of Joey wandering down the hall flashed through his mind then another of Joe and Levon twined together. [Oh, Lord!] His cock liked that image. It started to rise. Maybe he'd just swing by and visit his 'friend'Ö.

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When Levon got back to the bedroom, Joe was sitting on the side of the bed, clutching the quilt around him. He jumped up as soon as Levon opened the door, "I'm sorry! Oh, god! I didn't realize there was anybody else hereÖ. He saw--"

Levon crossed the room and wrapping his arms around Joe, kissed him, effectively silencing him. He broke the kiss but held Joe close, stroking his hair and murmuring, "Ssshushhh. It's all right. Yeah, he saw but he ain't gonna make no trouble." He pressed a kiss to Joe's hair. "He just asked was we was happy and said be careful. So ya see, everything's okay." He drew back and tilted Joe's chin up. "You okay, now?"

"Yeah. I guess. I was just so scared. He's been your friend for so long and I thought I'd messed it up for you."

"You haven't messed up anything, Baby. Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me." He took a deep breath and looked deep into Joe's eyes. "I love you, Joe. Took me a while to figure it out but there it is. I could lose every other friend I've got and as long as I still had you I'd be happy." He grinned at the look of delighted surprise that crossed his lover's face. Then leaned in to claim the soft sweet mouth in a soul deep kiss that lingered, long and tender.

It was several minutes before he drew back. "I think it's your turn for a little TLC. How about I give you a bath?"

Joe nodded, then with a blush he asked, "Huh, where's myÖ huhÖ" He blushed even deeper.

"The plug?" Levon grinned.

Joe nodded.

"Reckon it's in the kitchen floor. You like it, huh?"

If it was possible, Joe blushed even deeper but nodded.

"Well, maybe you can have it back tomorrow but I think you're too raw right now. I wanna check you out after your bath. Make sure that raw is all you are." He rubbed his thumb across Joe's soft lower lip. "Didn't mean to hurt you. Don't ever wanna hurt you." He murmured, leaning in to kiss Joe again.

Joe relaxed against him, soaking in the pleasure of just being held and kissed. When Levon drew back again he said softly, "You didn't hurt me. I meanÖ it did kinda hurt but it didn't really hurtÖ ya know?" He gave Levon a puzzled look. "I guess what I mean isÖ it did hurt but I liked it. Do you understand?"

" Yeah. I dry came that last time. Hurt like hell but wouldn't've wanted to not have. Reckon it's like a lotta things. Football or bull riding. Ya know ya can get hurt but wanna play the game anyhow."

Joe laughed. "Only you could compare sex to bull riding!"

Levon laughed back. "Come on, let's get you in that shower."

The End.