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Jake watched, moving closer to Tor as Elias and Jacob went through the pictures. There were pho-
tos of every room in the house, including various views of the two spare rooms, and pictures of the
barns, the cattle and one each of all the horses. He had no guilt about reaching out to steal the one
of River, and he all but snatched the photo of Barkley sitting pretty on the middle of the couch he
wasn't allowed up on.
The aerial photos showed most of the ranch: the herd spread out in a pasture; the river looked full
and high, which wasn't quite right for the time of year, but Jake decided not to worry on it yet.
There were pictures of most of the hands at work, and a group shot of Elias, Kirk, Tommy and Fred
outside the bunkhouse, the four of them grinning happily and waving.
Jake decided it was odd, feeling homesick and happy all at once.
He kept his peace while Jacob went back to the pictures of the spare rooms, and let Tor and Elias
fill in details about sunlight and actual measurements. He didn't tell Jacob that the bigger room, the
one with the pretty white rose wallpaper, had been decorated for his mother, but he thought Jacob
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knew. He wasn't at all surprised when Jacob chose it over the smaller room, despite the decorating.
It fit. They all fit.
There was hope in those pictures, in the way Elias knew how to talk to Jacob, in the way Tor knew
what to do.
There was also a fair amount of knowledge in Elias' face when he finally stood up and asked Jacob
to help him pitch the tent in the backyard, his grin knowing as he looked at Jake and Tor curled up
on the couch, almost on top of each other. "Think we can see to ourselves," he said with a wink.
"Leave you two in peace."
"It's early," Jake protested.
"So we'll talk a bit," Elias said. "I'll teach him to play poker."
Jacob went all wide-eyed again. "Really?"
"Sure, kid," Elias said with a broad grin.
Jake struggled to get up but Tor held him fast. "Let them go," Tor said, not quietly. "I think we de-
serve it, cowboy. An evening in front of the TV& "
Elias snorted. "Come on, Jacob. You don't need to be hearing those lies."
Jake smacked Tor's arm and hoped he'd lose the ability to blush in the week he had before his fam-
ily was all living in one place. "Do you have to do that?"
"I didn't do anything!"
Jake rolled his eyes and watched Elias and Jacob head past a stack of boxes, both of them giggling
like fools. "Christ." He glared at Tor. "You're all a bad influence."
Tor laughed and nodded. "Yep. And I debauch cowboys," he added as the door slammed behind
Elias and Jacob.
"Thank God for that, anyway," Jake said, not able to keep up the glare. "Planning to do that soon?"
"Oh, yeah."
Oh, yeah. Jake grinned and shoved and then they were off the couch and moving to the hall.
"About time. You've been here for hours."
"Impatient?" Tor teased, his hand skimming over Jake's ass. He gave it a squeeze and a push, and
then they were through the bedroom door, falling toward the bed.
"More like needy and pathetic," Jake admitted, rolling over onto his back. He reached up with one
hand and tugged on Tor's arm. "Come here."
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Tor went to him easily, stretching out beside him on the bed and molding to his body. He didn't say
anything at all, just wrapped himself around Jake and kissed him gently, arms looping around Jake
to hold him close.
Jake let out a long breath and sank into it, into the feel of Tor there, with him. No long miles in the
way, no telephone line, just the press of his body, warm and close. "Been missing you something
fierce," he said. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of Tor's shirt; mostly Tor over the fading
smell of laundry detergent. It was comfortable and as necessary as breathing.
"Yeah," Tor said, one hand smoothing over Jake's hair. "Had better weeks."
They lay on the bed for long minutes, trading slow kisses and unhurried touches. Jake was content
to simply get to know Tor's body again. It wasn't like he'd had time to actually forget anything, but
his hands liked to map the contours. He took his time unbuttoning Tor's shirt and even longer to
push it off, his mouth and tongue joining in on the slow exploration.
Outside, the sounds of Elias and Jacob talking and laughing mingled with the muted roar of some-
one's lawn mower. Inside, Jake was able to tune it out, pleased to find that knowing Jacob and Elias
were there wasn't distracting in the least. Tor had once more utterly captivated him.
He hoped that never stopped.
Tor was hardly passive, eagerly taking his turn to relieve Jake of his shirt, and once they were both
down to just their jeans, Jake allowed Tor to push him into the bed, their kisses growing hungrier as
they touched smooth, warm skin.
Jake sucked on one of Tor's nipples, drawing out a moan that turned into a groan as he lowered a
hand to grope between Tor's legs, squeezing him through his jeans. Jake growled right back at him
and lifted his head to grin. "Think I'm ready to get past cuddling," he said.
"Just waiting on you." Tor pushed his hips up against Jake's hand and grinned right back.
Jake didn't like to think they still scrambled out of their clothes when they were getting naked, but
they certainly didn't waste a lot of time. Tor caused a few problems, all grabby hands and unhelpful
tugs, but Jake put up with it; it was all fun, and they took to laughing at strange moments, just
happy to be together.
The laughing died off as soon as they started moving together, hips pushing and cocks rubbing, the
metal of Tor's Prince Albert catching and then slipping on Jake's hip. They moved with purpose
then, mouths biting at shoulders, kisses sharp and rough as their passion built. Jake's hands were
almost fused to Tor's hips, guiding him into the fast fast quick quick rhythm he wanted, fingers
digging in deep enough to bruise.
Tor went with it, followed him, pushed back just as hard. His teeth were sharp points on Jake's
skin, his breath damp and panted out with each moan and grunt of effort. His hands floated from
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