This is in answer to a challenge on Emma N's Slash Challenge page. The challenge was to write a story called Subterranean Homesick Blues. I also picked up a couple of items from the write a story containing one of the items below page. I picked: a 12 ft cactus, a toy polar bear and a tin of pineapple. One item from the setting page: in a tree. And according to the challenge it all has to make sense. There has to be a reasonable explanation of how they got there. So let's see if I can tie all this together.

Subterranean Homesick Blues
By Starwinder

"I don't know how I let you talk me into this." Detective Sgt. Joseph LaFiamma grumbled, as he crawled behind his partner through the narrow passage leading from the small cave they had entered through into the larger one beyond. He shivered slightly. He did not like caves. "Spelunking! Who ever started calling it that anyway?" He continued to grumble as a way of distracting himself from the uneasy feeling that just being in a cave gave him.

Up ahead, Detective Sgt. Levon Lundy grinned to himself. He knew Joe hated caves, knew why, too. When he'd invited his partner along on this vacation he'd simply said he was going exploring, and he was, it just wasn't really caves he was interested in exploring. He was exploring his relationship with his partner. Planning to find out just how far Joe would go for him, just what the man would do for him.

He was very aware of Joe's dislike of caves, as well as his dislike of getting dirty, of being out in the wilds, of 'roughing it'. Yet, 'Mr. Fashion Plate' was even now crawling along behind him, damp and dirty. His usual designer suits traded in for a pair of second hand blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt. (It wasn't white anymore and probably never would be again.) Lundy had insisted that it was ridiculous to pay ninety dollars for a pair of new designer jeans to wear into a cave and had hauled him off to the local Goodwill Store to outfit him for the trip ... and Joe had gone. He'd gone and he'd let Lundy pick out a half dozen pairs of worn jeans, all of which were considerably tighter than the pants Joe normally wore. [Oh, yeah! Very tight. They show the boy's perfect ass off ... perfectly!]

The narrow crevice began to open out and they were soon able to stand up in the passage. Turning his flashlight on his partner, Lundy almost laughed.

Joe was brushing at the knees of his jeans as if he thought that he could wipe off the mud that clung to them, and he did manage to dislodge some of it. Now however it was on his hand. He held out his hand in front of him as if it were contaminated with some foul concoction instead of plain old mud. He looked up at Levon, the expression on his face a mixture of disgust, dismay and pleading.

Lundy had never been able to resist those big blue eyes, not from day one. That was a big part of the reason for this trip. After nearly three years as partners, he'd found himself wishing that they were more than just partners, more than just friends. He had found himself wishing that those eyes could be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he saw every night, wishing that the soft, pouty lips under that straight, perfect nose were his to kiss. Because he wanted to kiss them, kiss them 'good morning' every morning and 'good night' every night for ... forever.

Now he tucked his flashlight under one arm and pulled a bandanna out of his jacket pocket. Stepping up close to LaFiamma he reached out and took the dirty hand, wiping at it with the cloth until most of the offending mud was gone. It was a strange, surreal moment. Neither of them spoke. Joe stood there like a little kid who was letting an adult clean him up after some childhood mishap. Lundy kept his attention focused on Joe's hand, afraid to look up into his partner's face, afraid that he'd haul off and kiss him if he looked at him.

He released Joe's hand and turned away, shaking out the bandanna and sticking it back in his pocket. He led the way on into the big cave.

He started talking as the passage opened out into the wide floor of the cave, "This here's called the Terrace Garden. My grandaddy used to bring me here. Said it's called that on count of the cave works it's way down in tiers, like a sunken garden and it's got all these flower shaped formations. There's a lake at the center. Know you love to swim but you don't wanna go in it. It's fed from beneath by a spring. Cold as ice. Deep. Real dangerous."

"Can we at least get some water to wash with?" LaFiamma's voice was petulant.

Lundy chuckled. "Yeah. Can drink it too ... at least you could last time I was here 'bout five years ago. Have to check it and see if it's potable now."

LaFiamma walked out into the edge of the cave and swept his light across it. The cavern was huge. The ceiling disappeared somewhere far above them. The floor of the cave was roughly circular. They were standing on a shelf, about ten feet in front of them it dropped off to a lower level. The step down was about a foot high. That shelf was also about ten feet across then dropped down again, like terraces. At the center was the lake. It was large and the water lapped gently along the edge of the last shelf.

Flower like formations sprouted on every level of the terrace. They had to pick their way through them as they moved down to the lake edge. The flower formations were multicolored and no two were alike. LaFiamma played his light over them, pure delight showing plainly on his face as he looked at them.

"I still don't like caves, Lundy but these almost make coming down here worth it." He grinned.

"Are pretty aren't they?" Lundy turned to watch as his companion admired the rock formations. "Still growing, too. This is a living cave. I think that's why I prefer the wild caves to the commercial ones. Most of the commercial ones are dead, done quit growing and changing. With the wild ones, you can see the changes every time you come. 'Course, them being wild makes them more dangerous, too."

"Yeah, well, these days just breathing can be dangerous." LaFiamma said with a shrug.

"You got that right. Nice to get out of the city, 'way from the smog." He'd led them around to a dry shelf . He dropped his pack and began setting up camp. "We'll stay here tonight, not that you can really tell that its night, but we need to rest and my watch says it should be getting dark out."

LaFiamma put his pack down and began rummaging in it. Glancing up at Lundy he asked, "So, how much farther is it to that canyon you were talking about?"

"Half a day more in the caves. We'll come out on a ledge. There's this great big old live oak tree growing next to it. Have to climb down that to get to the canyon floor. Cabin's an hour's walk farther on." He paused then went on, "That ole tree's at least three-four hundred years old. Still got part of a tree house in it. Was built a long time ago. Found a Spanish Conquistador's helmet there first time grandaddy took me."

"That old?"

"Guy at the museum said that helmet dated to the sixteen hundreds. Got real excited. Paid a good price for it, too. Grandaddy let me keep the money. First time I ever had more'n a dollar of my own."

"You really miss your grandfather don't you?"

"Uh-huh, he was more a father to me than ... ."

"Yeah, I know."

"You ain't ever mentioned either of your grandfathers ... ." Lundy let it trail off into a question.

"Never knew them. Both my grandmothers have been widows for as long as I can remember. Women in our family tend to live longer than the men." He shrugged. "Grandmother LaFiamma will be ninety-seven on her next birthday, and Grandmother Bellarosa will be a hundred and one if she lives four more months. Great Grandmother Bellarosa lived to be a hundred and ten. Died when I was thirteen."

Lundy nodded silently, in the light from the Coleman lamp he'd set up so they could turn off the flashlights. Grandmother Bellarosa was the one that Joe'd told him was dying.

He said, "Grandaddy loved exploring these old caves. Said you never knew what you'd find. We ran across some old Spanish coins. Found a skeleton once, real old. Flesh all gone, clothes rotted away. Looked like he just laid down and died."

"I suppose in the old days if you got hurt out here you were on your own. It wasn't likely that anyone'd find you."

"True." Lundy was setting up the Coleman stove. "Wanna help cook or just be lazy?"

"You invited me on this trip. You're the host. You cook." LaFiamma grinned. He walked over to the edge of the lake and stuck his hand in the water. "It ain't all that cold. You sure I can't swim in here?"

"Too cold for me ... and there ain't no bottom out ta the middle."

"But are you sure that I can't go in?" LaFiamma asked insistently.

Lundy turned, giving him an exasperated look. "Boy, if you wanna freeze your balls off, be my guest. But don't go yelping at me about how cold it is! I warned you."

He turned back to the stove. Moments later a whooping shout caused him to spin around looking for his partner. All he saw was LaFiamma's clothes lying in a heap at the edge of the water.

Then LaFiamma surfaced about five feet out in the lake. He was laughing. "Damn it's cold!" he shouted.

Lundy let out a sigh of relief that Joe was all right then groused, "You're gonna freeze! Get outta there!"

Joe laughed at him again, but he didn't stay in the water long. Minutes later he came running out and bent over his pack hunting something. He came up with a towel and began to dry himself.

Lundy had to force himself to look away. Joe's body was damned near perfect. He lifted weights, ran and swam. The daily routine had given him a beautifully sculpted body. He had the chest, back, shoulders and arms of a body builder and the long lean legs of a runner.

LaFiamma dressed quickly and came over to huddle near the stove to get warm.

"Told ya, ya was gonna freeze." Lundy chided as he went over to his pack and pulled out two of those silvery space age heat retaining blankets. He shook one out and wrapped it around Joe's shoulders. "Stand up." He ordered. When Joe obeyed he wrapped the other blanket around his waist, covering the lower half. "Always thought these things was too damn small." He muttered.

"Y-you s-s-should've got the king size. T-t-then you could wrap up with me and g-g-get m-me warm." Joe said through chattering teeth.

Lundy wondered if Joe had any idea just how 'warm' things were libel to get if they ended up sharing a blanket. Without commenting on what his partner had said, Levon went and brought the lamp over and sat it close to Joe's feet.

As soon as he got the coffee made he poured Joe a cup knowing that it would help him warm up.

Joe murmured his thanks as he took it.

Half an hour later, they'd eaten and Lundy had dismantled and repacked the stove. He stuffed Joe's dirty clothes into a plastic bag and stowed them in the bottom of his pack. Then he got his bedroll and spread it out on the shelf above the one that they were camped on. Joe had spread out his bedroll next to where the stove had been and close to where the lamp still stood.

Lundy got his flashlight and then blew out the lamp, before climbing into his bedroll.

As soon as the lamp when out, LaFiamma protested, "You're gonna put out the light, Lundy?"

"Ain't got enough fuel to let it burn all night, LaFiamma."

"But ... but ..."

"But what?" Lundy demanded. "You said you weren't scared of the dark. Just tight spots in caves. It ain't tight in here."

"Yeah, but ... but I never spent the night in a cave." There was just a hint of a pout creeping into his voice.

Lundy heard it and paused. Keeping his voice calm and firm he said, "I'm sorry, Joe, but there is just no way we can leave the lamp on all night. What would you like me to do?"

"I'm still cold," LaFiamma's voice was petulant.

For a moment Lundy was confused. That didn't sound like an answer to his question, then he remembered what Joe had suggested earlier about how he could keep him warm. Taking a deep breath and praying that he'd be able to handle it without making a fool of himself he said, "Meaning?"

LaFiamma hesitated then said quietly, "We could put our bedrolls together. I'd be warm and I ... I wouldn't be ... I mean I could sleep then."

"All right." Lundy said it with more confidence than he felt. [So, you'll sleep. But what about me? How am I gonna sleep with you lying up against me?]

Moments later, Joe was spreading Lundy's folded bedroll out to make a pad to sleep on and spreading his over it for their cover. Minutes after that he was snuggled under the covers while Lundy tried to calm himself enough to climb in beside him without having a heart attack.

He finally slipped under the covers, laying as close to his edge as he could and still be on the pad and under the covers. He turned off the flashlight.

After a moment, he felt Joe move, sliding closer, "How am I supposed to get warm if you're gonna lay way over there?"

Lundy took a deep breath and slid over toward his partner.

Joe snuggled close and murmured, "That's better." Then his breath slowed and became regular. He was asleep.

Lundy, however, lay awake a long time. He never knew exactly when he went to sleep but he awakened abruptly to the feeling that he was pinned down ... and he was. It took him a minute to realize where he was and what, rather who, was pinning him down. At some point during the night, LaFiamma had rolled over, throwing a leg over Lundy's legs and an arm over Lundy's chest effectively trapping him.

Lundy squirmed trying to get out of the hold before LaFiamma woke up. The movement only prompted LaFiamma to tighten his grip.

The Italian gripped Lundy tighter and muttered in his sleep. It took a second for the word to register with Lundy, "Mine."

Lundy froze then renewed his efforts to get free of what was now an iron like grip.

"No! Mine." LaFiamma pulled him close and wrapped both arms around him.

[This is fucking ridiculous!] Lundy took a deep breath and yelled, "LaFiamma! Dammit, Boy! Wake up!"

"Huh?" LaFiamma's arms loosened as his sleepy voice said, "Wha--? Lundy?"

"I'm here ... . and if you'll turn loose of me I'll put a light on."

"Oh ... uh ... okay." The voice was reluctant but the grip loosened.

Lundy found himself able to roll over to find the flashlight. He used it to find the lamp and light it. Turning he looked back at his partner. LaFiamma lay snuggled in the blankets, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his face.

"You gonna get up?" Lundy demanded, suddenly irritated.

LaFiamma opened his eyes and gave Lundy a little pout, "I was hoping for breakfast in bed," He teased.

"Well, you ain't getting it!" Lundy snarled and headed for the other level where the Coleman stove was. Firing it up he started fixing breakfast. "In fact," he hollered back at Joe, "I oughta make you cook breakfast. You ain't done nothin' on this trip but gripe!"

"What are you in such a snit about, Lundy?" LaFiamma asked, getting up and moving down to the level his partner was on, "I think I've been real good, considering that I don't like caves and you know it."

Lundy felt the anger whoosh out of him. [Dammit! He's right. I shouldn't be snapping at him just because I've got a hard-on for him. Ain't his fault, not really. Boy can't help it that he was born gorgeous ... but he does tend to make the most of his looks ... .]

"Sorry, LaFiamma. Reckon I just got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

Joe came and took the fry pan from him, "Then go back to bed and get up again ... go on." He gave Lundy a small push back toward the blankets.

Lundy felt silly obeying him, but went and laid back down, pulling the blankets up over himself. After a minute he got restless and started to get up. "This ain't gonna work. I'll just ..."

"Shut-up! Lay down and close your eyes!" LaFiamma ordered.

"But--"

"But nothing. Do as you're told for once in your life! Lay still, close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out." LaFiamma's voice was quiet and gentle, like meditation instructor.

Lundy found himself obeying and miraculously he felt himself starting to relax. The tension seemed to flow out of him. Concentrating on his breathing seemed to chase all the worries away.

It seemed like just minutes later that Joe stepped up on the shelf where the bedroll lay and said, "Okay, Cowboy. You can try getting up again."

Lundy opened his eyes to see Joe standing beside the bedroll balancing two plates and two cups of coffee in his hands. He sank down to sit cross-legged beside the bedroll. Lundy watched in amazement. If he'd tried to sit down with both hands full like that, he'd have spilt half of it, but Joe did it like it was the most natural thing in the world and never even spilt a drop of coffee.

"Here you go. Nothing starts the day off right better'n breakfast in bed." Joe said with a grin.

Levon sat up, shaking his head. He reached over and took one of the plates and a cup of coffee. "I don't deserve this, way I was just yellin' at you ... ." He trailed off.

"Sure you do. Everybody deserves to be spoiled once in a while." Joe started eating, "Probably been a while since you've had someone to spoil you. Huh?"

"Yeah. Was a while even 'fore Caroline passed."

"Then it's about time."

Not knowing what to say to that, Lundy fell silent and ate his breakfast.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

An hour later they were moving through the caves again. They had made better time than Lundy had thought they would. A rock slide which had closed the passage had also opened a side passage that cut straight through to the next cave, shortening the travel time considerably. It was an extremely unlikely event and he hoped a harbinger of the way the rest of the trip would go.

They reached the opening above the live oak tree well before lunch. Standing in the mouth of the cave, they looked out over the lush green of the canyon, as they let their eyes adjust to the bright light.

"Ain't it beautiful?" Lundy asked with a sigh.

"Yeah," Joe's voice was awestruck.

"There's a creek runs through it. Good fishing. Far's I know this is the only way in. 'Cept maybe by chopper."

"Any idea who owns it?"

Lundy turned to look at him, puzzled. "Not a clue. Probably public land. Why?"

"Just thinking." Joe said noncommittally.

Lundy shook his head and moved out on the ledge in front of the cave, looking for the big branch that he usually stepped off on. Locating it he called Joe over.

LaFiamma grinned when he saw it, "This branch is bigger than most tree trunks."

Lundy smiled agreement as he stepped off onto it. They walked along it to the main trunk of the tree. Lundy gestured over toward one side. "Tree house is over there, if you wanna take a look."

"Maybe later."

Something in his voice caused Lundy to give him a sharp look. "What's the matter?" He asked, then he realized where Joe was looking ... and what he was looking at. [Oh, Lord! Boy's finally spotted my hard-on.] He blushed suddenly and furiously.

LaFiamma took a half step toward him, "Is that for me, Cowboy?" His voice had dropped, turned husky and sexy.

Lundy found himself trembling. A hundred feet in the air in a tree was not where he'd intended to have this conversation ... but Joe appeared intent on pursuing the matter. Lundy took half a step back, wondering just where the hell he thought he was going. Weren't like he could run.

LaFiamma apparently decided that the retreat was a 'yes' and took another step forward, "So, it is for me." He practically purred as he popped the quick release hooks on his pack and let it fall into the junction of the branch and the tree trunk.

He reached out and grabbed the shoulder strap of Lundy's pack, pulling his partner to him. Lundy was still making incoherent, protesting, apologizing noises when Joe's mouth closed over his, cutting off the sounds and taking his breath away.

It was a very thorough kiss, which left Lundy if anything even more dazed than before, in fact it left him speechless. By the time he recovered enough to know what was going on, his pack had joined Joe's (Who removed it he wasn't certain, except he didn't think that he'd been capable of any such action.) and his jeans were open and Joe's hand was inside them, exploring, touching, caressing. [Oh, God! I'm gonna come!]

But he didn't. Joe's hand moved, clamped down on the base of Lundy's cock just before he would have climaxed stopping him from coming.

Lundy felt his jeans being pushed down over his hips then he was being lowered to lie on the branch. Joe came down on top him and he moaned at the contact. His partner kissed him again, deep, long, and tender, his tongue dancing with Lundy's.

He moved from kissing Lundy's lips to trailing kisses along the cowboy's jawline, then nibbling at his ear.

"Want you, Cowboy. Want you now! Can I ... ?"

"Yes. Oh yes!"

"Turn over."

With a desperate moan, Lundy flipped over, only Joe's strong hands keeping a grip on him kept him from sliding off the branch. He was too hot to care. He felt like if he fell he'd just float back up to Joe, felt light as a feather. Joe wanted him. Every fantasy that he'd had in three years was about to come true ... on a branch ... in a tree. Something weird about that but his mind couldn't get hold of it. Didn't matter where they were, only mattered that Joe wanted him.

He didn't even think about lube, wasn't caring if Joe took him dry, long as he took him. He sobbed with need, moaning, "Hurry, hurry. Please."

He arched up, coming to his knees as Joe bent and clamped down on one smooth white ass cheek, nipping, and sucking, marking him with a hickey that would remain visible for weeks. Then Joe's hands were spreading his cheeks, a thumb pressed into his anus.

He whimpered and pushed back. "Oh, god! Joe if you don't take me soon I'm gonna die."

A chuckle was his only reply, then Joe's tongue was probing at his anus and he screamed at the unexpected pleasure that coursed through him. He couldn't believe the noise he was making. He'd never been vocal during sex, a few moans and grunts but never anything like the whimpering, sobbing, screaming and incoherent begging that he was doing now. Maybe it was the utter privacy that they were enjoying, the knowledge that they might as well be alone in the universe, or maybe it was just that this was Joe doing it to him. Joe, his Joe, his partner, the object of three years worth of fantasies and dreams. The love of his life.

The tongue was replaced by a spit slicked finger, delving deeper than the tongue had been able to, stretching him, readying him for the second finger that quickly joined it then the third. Then, finally, he felt the head of Joe's cock pressed against his anus and with an incoherent cry of need and joy he drove back, impaling himself on it, only to sob with frustration at the realization that he hadn't managed to claim it all.

Joe stroked his back. "Easy, Cowboy, easy. Lotta meat back here. Let me do it. Don't wanna hurt you. Gotta go slow to start. Just relax. You're gonna get it. Promise you. You're gonna get it all."

The gentle stroking and Joe's soothing voice cut through Levon's desperate desire and he relaxed a bit. As soon as Joe felt him loosen, he drew back slightly then gave his lover another inch of his thick cock, then another.

"Not much more now, Baby. Couple more inches." He murmured. "Need more lube." He withdrew the cock completely and bent to add more saliva to Lundy's anus. He spit in the palm of his hand and rubbed it along the last couple of inches of his cock at the base. Then he reinserted the cock into Lundy's rectum.

Lundy was moaning, pushing back eagerly.

Joe thrust in slowly once more then withdrew and surged forward.

Lundy cried out as he realized that he finally had it all. Joe's balls bounced against his between his spread thighs. He could feel Joe's crotch hair rubbing his ass cheeks as Joe moved his hips in small circles, grinding the full length of his cock into Lundy, moaning softly as he did so.

"Oh, yeah! So good. Been wanting this for so long." He murmured as he began to take long slow strokes. He bent forward over Lundy's back reaching under the cowboy to stroke his lover's cock. Gradually he picked up speed until he was riding the cowboy, hard and fast, giving him what he wanted.

As they neared their climaxes, the only sounds in the canyon were their incoherent moans and cries of pleasure.

With a shout, LaFiamma came.

Lundy quivered and shook under him, finally spilling his cum over Joe's hand before collapsing into a limp heap beneath his partner who was now, at last, his lover.

LaFiamma collapsed on top of him, spreading himself out to cover the cowboy, sighing happily. He made no attempt to withdraw his cock from Lundy's tightly clinging rectum.

For a long few minutes they lay there, stretched out on the tree branch, joined together. After a bit, Lundy stirred, turning his head to gaze out over the canyon. He'd always thought this was the most beautiful place he'd ever seen, now it seemed to almost glow. From now on this would be the most precious place on earth for him, the place where Joe had first made love to him.

He sighed and wondered. [What now? Is this the first time or the only time? Am I finally gonna get what I've been dreaming of all this time or ... .] He felt Joe stir atop him, pulling back, rising up off him. He felt like crying.

Then Joe's hands were helping him up. "Come on, Cowboy. Show me that tree house you've been talking about. I think we need a little more room," He pulled Levon into his arms, kissing him deeply before finishing, "if we're gonna continue this." He stroked Levon's back, then stuck his tongue in the cowboy's ear murmuring, "I wanna taste of that cock of yours. Wanna kiss it, lick it, feel it in my ass."

Lundy was shaking, "Whoa! Boy, if you don't quit kissing on me I'm gonna fall outta this tree. I can't think when you do that!"

LaFiamma chuckled and stepped back.

Lundy swayed, and Joe reached out a steadying hand, being careful not to touch anything except his partner's arm. Lundy took a deep breath, "Just give me a minute. Let me catch my breath ..."

"Maybe zip your jeans ..." Joe suggested, "might be easier to climb around this tree if you did." He was grinning.

Lundy noted that Joe had already re-zipped his pants and re-buckled his belt. Giving his too-gorgeous-for-words lover a scowl he started doing up his pants.

Joe laughed at him.

Lundy tried to scowl again but found himself grinning back at his partner. [Lord, I reckon I am destined to spend the rest of my life making an idiot of myself over this man!]

It was several minutes before he was collected enough to lead the way to the tree house.

As they stepped into the cool dimness of the old structure, LaFiamma gasped. "Man this thing is something!"

He walked out into the middle of the main room and stood turning in a slow circle. The tree house had been built solidly. It was only about ten feet by ten feet, with an eight-foot ceiling. The floor was made of logs from small saplings pegged into the branches that they spanned. The walls had been built up from the floor. They were also made of small logs, pegged together. The roof was wood shingles. Whoever built it had really known what they were doing and the tree had to have had some really big branches even then for it to hold the weight of the structure.

"There's a smaller room to the back. I've slept here before. Place is sound. Roof don't even leak. 'Course I remember grandaddy replacing some of the shingles when I was a kid."

"Sounds like you have some good memories of this place." Joe said, coming to put his arms around Levon from behind.

"Not as good as the ones I'm hoping we make here to day." He whispered, shyly, hoping for a hint of what Joe had in mind for the relationship. He leaned back into his partner's arms.

Joe nuzzled at his neck. "We don't have to do it here, Cowboy, if you'd rather keep this place as somewhere that you can remember your grandfather, without other memories intruding." He hesitated then say softly, "We've got the rest of our lives to make memories together ... don't we?"

Levon turned in his arms, looking up at him, "I was hoping so. Didn't know what you wanted."

"Then let me make myself clear so that there's no misunderstandings. I want to be with you. For as long as you'll have me, anyway you'll have me. Partners, friends, lovers, life companion, whatever. You and me, forever."

Lundy swallowed hard and echoed the words. "You and me, forever," he said, feeling like he'd just gotten married.

Then Joe was kissing him again and all he could do was try not to faint at his 'wedding'. He felt his knees buckling but couldn't do anything about it. Then Joe was lifting him, carrying him toward the other room.

Once there Joe turned in a circle looking around then sat Levon down. "Be right back, damned if I'm honeymooning on a bare floor."

He was back in a minute, with their bedrolls and spread them out. He bent to pull off his shoes and socks then padded over to where Lundy was standing still trying to catch his breath ... again.

Reaching out, Joe started unbuttoning his lover's shirt, taking his time, stroking and caressing as he slowly revealed Lundy's chest and the hard, taut nubs of his nipples. He finished with the shirt and started on the jeans, unbuckling the belt, then unzipping the fly and pushing them down below Lundy's ass cheeks. His hand brushed ever so lightly over the head of Lundy's cock eliciting a moan of desire from his partner as he guided him to the bedrolls and lowered him down on them. He pulled first one of Lundy's boots off then the other, then stripped his partner of his jeans, under shorts and socks. He stood over the cowboy, drinking in the sight of his naked lover.

Lundy moaned, trembling with desire. Unable to bear looking at Joe standing over him with out touching himself, his hand drifted down to caress his cock.

Joe smiled, ""Yeah, do it, Lundy. Stroke yourself for me. Get that cock ready for my ass."

Joe's words only made him hotter, if that were possible. He thought he was gonna explode, then Joe reached up and began to open his shirt. He did it as slowly as he had removed Lundy's. His hands drifted across his chest as it was revealed. He fingered his nipples and moaned, as they hardened, then slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unfastening his belt, he opened his fly and pulled his cock out, caressing it, jacking it in the same slow rhythm that Lundy was jacking his cock. Slowly he pushed his jeans down and off, taking his under shorts with them.

Turning, he stroked his ass cheeks, showing them off to the cowboy, "Is this what you want, lover?" He asked softly. "Do you wanna put that lovely cock right in here?" He spread the cheeks.

Lundy moaned, "Yeah. Oh, God! Yes!"

Joe chuckled, "I better get the cooking oil. Spit ain't gonna do it here. Been a looong time since anybody's done me."

He was back in less than a minute, joining Lundy on the bedrolls, setting the bottle of cooking oil to one side, "I'm usually on top, Cowboy, but you ... you I want inside of me."

He reached out to push Lundy's hand away form the blonde's cock, replacing it first with his hand then bending to cover it with his mouth.

Lundy came the instant that Joe's tongue slid around his cockhead. He gasped, "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I wanted to ..."

Joe swallowed then raised his head to murmur, "It's all right, love. You'll get another. I guarantee it." He slid up Levon's body to lie beside him, stroking and kissing him gently.

Sure enough, Lundy's cock responded by starting to rise.

"It's gonna take me a while to get off, ya know." Lundy said softly, "be my third time in what? 'Bout an hour?"

"Something like that. Be okay. When I find somebody that I want inside me, I like for them to stay a long time." His hands continued to drift over Lundy's body, stroking and caressing. He bent and began to kiss and lick his way down to the cowboy's cock, taking it in his mouth again, coaxing it back to full arousal, before sliding back up his lover's body to lie beside him again.

"So," he asked, "how do you want me."

Lundy looked over at him and reached up to caress his face, "On your back. Wanna see your face when I go in you. Wanna see the love that's shining in your eyes, right now." He hesitated then said, "I ... uh, I got some condoms if you ..." he trailed off embarrassed.

"Is there a need?"

"No. Not's I know anyhow."

"You didn't mention them when I took you."

"Didn't want anything between us. Wanted you just like you did it."

"And I want you, Lundy. No barriers between us. I love you. Trust you. So just do it, L'amante!"

"L'a-- what?'

"Lover!"

"Oh!" A happy smile spread across Lundy's face as he turned and grabbed the oil. A moment later his cock was lubed and he was kneeling between Joe's thighs, his lover's legs hooked over his shoulders as he gently worked an oiled finger in Joe's tight hole.

"Jesus! Are you sure you've done this before?" He asked, "You're tighter'n the only virgin I ever had."

"Twice." Joe smiled up at him, "I told you, I'm usually on top. I'll get used to it. Gonna be wanting you a lot I think."

Levon continued to work at stretching his lover until, he felt that he could maybe get the head of his cock in. Slowly he pressed the head against the tight ring of Joe's anus and pushed. After a second's resistance, the muscle stretched and the cock's head sunk into the tight, hot confines of Joe's body. Lundy moaned with pleasure.

Joe's eyes went wide, and a small gasp escaped him. "Oh! I'd almost forgotten how good it feels!" he trembled slightly. "Gimme some more, Il mio amore!" He blinked at the questioning look in Lundy's eyes. " Love words. Translate later. Can't think in English now." He gasped.

Lundy nodded and rocked back then forward, pressing more of his cock into his lover.

Joe tossed his head and moaned, sighing and babbling in Italian. As he slowly worked the full length of his cock into Joe's eager body Levon heard, 'Amore' (Love), 'L'amante' (Lover), 'L'angelo!' (Angel), 'Prezioso' (Precious), 'Volerlo' (Want you), Avere bisogno di lei. (Need you), 'Oh, Dio' (Oh God), 'Il mio solo amore' (My only love). Not understanding a word of it Lundy could only accept Joe's assurance that they were love words and let them flow over him losing himself in the sweet beauty of his lover's passionate voice.

They moved together for a very long time before Joe's eyes opened wide and he cried out, "Adesso! (Now!), Oh, Dio! Lundy! Vengo! Il mio amante! Il mio solo amore!( Oh, God! Lundy! I'm coming! My lover! My only love!)"

Lundy didn't need to understand those words to know what they meant. He was ready, too and with a cry of completion joined, his Italian lover in his climax.

Slumping down over Joe's limp form he guided his partner's legs down off his shoulders then rolled to the side, letting his cock slip out of Joe's body. Exhausted, he snuggled down against his beloved and drifted off to sleep. Joe wiggled closer and followed him into a deep sated sleep.

They slept for several hours, cuddled together, with matching smiles on their faces.

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