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Clint slapped the couch, fresh tears falling. Scotland jerked him free, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “You need a break?”
“Don’t talk about them like that,” said Clint, his voice thick with tears and the achy remnants of Scotland’s cock.
“Is that a safeword?” asked Scotland, stroking Clint’s cheek.
Clint looked away, lowering his gaze to the ground before he shook his head.
Some truths were harder to hear than others. Clint was loving it if his cock was anything to go by. The head was nearly purple, pre-cum dripping down the shaft.
“You okay to continue?” Scotland tested the waters a second time, a bit of uncertainty seeping in. He’d fucked up before, and he didn’t want to do it again. At Clint’s nod, he kissed his forehead before putting Clint’s mouth back where it belonged.
“I heard Henley used to hit on you,” he groaned as Clint choked once before settling. “It sounds like he was a badass, and he was drooling for you. He must’ve known how good you are with your mouth. Isthmus and Rowes certainly know how pretty your cock is now. You couldn’t wait to show it off to them.”
He must’ve struck a chord, because Clint put his hands on Scotland’s knees, digging his nails in. It wasn’t a safeword, but maybe it was supposed to be a warning.
When do I ever listen to warnings? If Scotland hadn’t fucked up so many times, he wouldn’t be here living out one of his greatest fantasies.
“You helped every single one of them,” said Scotland, his leg jerking as he grew closer. “I knew it as soon as I saw you. ‘There’s a guy who helps people and likes to get fucked.’ You kept acting shy, like you didn’t know what a cock was, never thinking of yourself.”
He thrust deep one last time, holding Clint tight so he couldn’t escape. “They love you—every single one of us. Maddy and Derreck, Trick and Nav, Copley and the twins—none of them would be together if not for you. You’re the best man I know.”
He came as Clint let out a choked-off sob, tears streaming down his cheeks as he locked his watery gaze with Scotland’s. His grip was painful on Scotland’s knees, but his fight was gone. Clint went limp, swallowing every bit of cum as Scotland watched subspace take him like a rising storm.
“So fucking good.”
He wasn’t letting Clint sleep alone on the couch tonight or any other night. Clint was his.
Chapter Seventeen
Clint
Clint shifted his grip on the ax, raising it up to near eye level as he zeroed in on the thick wooden log. It weighed more than he expected, despite Scotland calling it soft wood. And the ax was hefty, on top of that. Apparently, the wood hadn’t dried out yet, which made it heavier, whatever the hell that meant.
“Not like that,” said Scotland, looping behind him to adjust his hand placement and stance. “You look like you’re trying to bash someone’s skull in with a baseball bat. You’ll end up hacking into your leg with that approach.”
Clint shifted his feet wider, flexing his hands until his hold was steady again. He’d been a shaky mess for days, especially when Scotland got as close as he was now. The warmth of his skin made Clint want to close his eyes and lose himself to the mad calmness that he’d floated on for hours at Maddy’s. He’d still been in a daze the next morning when Scotland had said their early morning goodbyes and had driven them back to the farm. Maddy had given him a knowing look and a smile.
Sun filtered through the trees to the small stretch of lawn where Clint had piled the few logs he’d wanted to chop that morning. He’d ignored most of Scotland’s advice so far, letting his battiness reign. It was the only thing keeping him from slipping.
“Let it fly, boss.” Scotland took a step back, and Clint had to correct himself so he didn’t topple over. He just needed something to occupy his mind, and tossing a heavy and sharp object around had seemed to fit the bill.
He hadn’t been ready for lessons on how to chop wood when he’d first jerked the ax out of the stump, but Scotland was like that. Now he was hovering close by, his coffee abandoned but still steaming in the cool air.
Taking aim, Clint swung the ax down, letting its own weight carry it through the move. It struck the log with a sharp thud before bouncing off to the side, nearly making him stumble from the unexpected reaction. His hands immediately ached, the vibrations making his fingers go numb.
“What the hell?” The top of the log was completely flat, other than a narrow dent from the tip of the blade, barely noticeable between the rings of the log. A blister was probably already working its way under his skin, leaving him more marked than the wood.
“Close,” said Scotland, reaching around and placing his hand on Clint’s chest. He pulled until Clint stood straighter, his shoulders farther back than they would normally be. “Just at the last second you tilted a bit, so the ax skimmed off. Stand as straight as you can and bring it right down in the middle.
“This has to be some kind of trick wood,” said Clint, skimming his finger over the edge of the blade. He hissed, drawing his finger back as it cut into his skin.
Scotland chuckled, bracing his hand on Clint’s belly as he moved closer. Dipping his hand under the edge of Clint’s shirt, he laid his palm flat out, his finger stretching over the skin there.
Clint shuddered, closing his eyes as his legs started to tremble. It felt so good to be touched again with soft hands and so little expectation. Part of him wanted to shrink away, knowing that Scotland was touching the scars that marred him, while the other part screamed at him to be proud of them. It was hard to be proud of something that had flooded him with guilt for years.
He was still guilty. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ross’ face and the way he used to twitch his eyebrows when he didn’t approve. But it was getting easier to shake that off and remember the smiles and the soft moments when there had only been happiness.
He was happy now with Scotland’s hands and his touch.
