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It took him about two seconds to come to a decision. “Okay.”
He followed Sol back into the barn and up the stairs. Once inside, Sol closed the door and pointed to the bed. “Sit.” He went over to the sink and filled a glass with water, then handed it to Butch. “And drink this.” Butch opened his mouth to protest, and Sol’s eyes flashed. “Don’t argue, just do it.”
He sat on the bed and drank, not stopping until he’d drunk all of it. Sol took the empty glass, put it on the nightstand, then sat beside him. Before he could utter a word, Butch got in first.
“Fuck me,” he blurted out.
Sol blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You heard right.”
“Oh, I heard. I’m wondering why you’re asking, though.” He paused. “Just so we’re clear… Wearetalking about my dick in your ass, right?”
Butch nodded.
“So why ask now? And in such an abrupt manner?”
His throat seized.
Sol expelled a long breath. “Okay, when you can answer that to my satisfaction,thenI’ll fuck you.” He stood, picked up the glass, refilled it, and gave it back to him. “I think you need some more.”
Butch drank it, the water easing the tightness in his throat and cooling his mood. He set the glass down, and stared at the wooden floorboards.
“Teague got me all riled up.”
“I can see that. What did he say or do to get you in this state?”
Breathe, goddamn it. Breathe.
“He… he worked out where I spent last night, and he made an assumption.”
Sol’s hand was on his thigh, not moving, just a slight pressure as if to make Butch aware of his presence. “It’s a reasonable assumption. So what if he thinks we fucked?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Sol lapsed into silence, and Butch knew he was waiting.
He sighed. “We… we didn’t fuck all that often, Teague and me. Mostly when…”
Sol’s cool fingers raised his chin, until he was looking into Sol’s eyes. “When…?” he prompted.
Butch shivered. “I… I have bad dreams sometimes, and fucking seemed to be the only thing that scared them away. So when I woke up in the middle of the night, I’d go to his cabin, we’d fuck, and then I’d come back to my bed.”
Sol smiled. “I call that a great form of medicine. I wish my doctor would prescribe that.”
Butch breathed easier. “You’re sayin’ that to get me to calm down, aren’t you?”
Sol leaned in and gave him a light kiss on the mouth. “Got it in one.” He sat back. “So what did Teague assume?” He stilled. “Ah. He thought you’d swapped his form of medicine for mine?”
Butch nodded. “But that wasn’t why I was with you last night.”
“Of course it wasn’t. I know that.” Butch shuddered out a breath, and Sol kissed his forehead. “Now…tell me about these dreams. What are they about?”
Butch frowned. “You already know.”
He blinked again. “Then let’s pretend I don’t. Tell me.”
Butch’s stomach was hard as iron, and he had difficulty swallowing past the lump in his throat.
