Now
“So where are we goin’?” Robyn asked as they trotted the horses out of Cooper’s yard. Given their jobs, it wasn’t easy for all three of them to get a day off at the same time. However, today was their one year anniversary together, so they planned to make the most of it. The guys had even convinced Robyn to leave her pickhammer behind.
“Well, that’s a surprise, darlin’,” Logan called back to her, “but it’s some place you wanted to go!”
“Don’t narrow it down much, you’ve told me ‘bout a lot of hidden places round town before now.”
“You’ll like this one, trust me,” Owen replied.
They turned left and headed along the train tracks towards the Valley of Whispers and The Badlands.
“Your old hideout, Logan?” she guessed.
“Kinda, but not the one you’ve been to.”
They headed through The Badlands and ended up near the Mole Cave.
“Just a little further, now,” Logan called back, heading round the back of the Grand Mesa. “Ah, here we are!”
Robyn looked, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Owen rode up and steadied his mount next to hers.
“It’s hard to see, look just to the side of that cactus.”
As she looked again, she realised that what she had thought was just a ridge in the stone was actually an opening to a cave.
They dismounted and led the horses into the cave.
“There’s a hitchin’ post just inside for them,” Logan explained. “Have you figured where we are yet?”
Robyn thought for a moment, then remembered a story - “took til I was 20 to get through his skull I was serious. Even then, it took getting trapped in a cave durin’ a sandstorm to finally get anywhere!”
“This is your cave? Where you finally got together?”
“Tole you she paid attention!” Logan called over to Owen, who grinned.
“Never doubted it. But yes. We come back every so often, just for old times’ sake. Well, we did. First we’ve been back in a few years.” He smiled fondly at Logan.
Robyn wandered round, taking everything in. Due to how low the cave ceiling was, everything ran on power stones, rather than flame. But there was everything needed to wait out a sandstorm. It could probably cope with a party of four or five, too. There were pallets for sleeping, a cooking area stocked with a supply of non perishables, and fresh water.
Logan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms round her waist, resting his chin on her. It was a habit both men had, with her and with each other, and Robyn loved it.
“My pa’n I set these up years ago,” he explained. “There’s half a dozen scattered round the area, idea bein’ that it would be easier to get to one to wait out the storm. Not just for us, anyone’s welcome to use ‘em. They fell into disuse a bit with everythin’ that happened, but I’ve started settin’ them back up.”
“So what’s the plan now we’re here?” Robyn asked.
“Brought a picnic,” Owen answered, unpacking the bag he’d brought with them. He spread the blanket on one of the pallets, and laid out several dishes of food, and half a dozen bottles of sand beer. “We can eat, then just sit around and see what happens.”
As they ate, they discussed how much the town had changed, and Trudy’s upcoming plans for the summit. Part of the reason they’d taken off that morning was it would be the last chance for a while, with everything coming up.
Once they finished eating, Owen rummaged on the bottom shelf. “Dang, I forgot, it’s only critters cards here, Logan. You never added a proper deck, did ya?”
“Never thought. Guess we need to talk, or, you know, I can think of a few other things we could do.”
Robyn laughed. “Tell you what, since we’re here, why not tell me the full details of how you two finally got together?”
She settled down with her back against Owen’s chest, and Logan’s head on her lap.
“Where to start,” Logan mused. “Let’s see. It all began when my pa sent me on an errand.”
Then
Logan ran through the tunnel and past the ranch as he saw the train pulling in, narrowly avoiding knocking Mabel over. He heard her tutting as he called out an apology, and leapt onto the platform as the train reached a stop.
“Mornin’ Logan,” Jensen, the station master, greeted him. “What are you in such a rush for?”
“My pa's expectin’ a parcel from Atara, new bullets or somethin’, asked me to fetch it fer him.”
“Let's have a looksee,” Jensen said, leading him over to the goods car.
As they started checking through the parcels the train guards were unpacking, a tall, dark haired man approached them. Logan glanced at him, taking in the height and broad shoulders with a sense of appreciation.
“‘Scuse me, I'm lookin’ for my suitcase?” he asked.
It was the voice that registered with Logan, otherwise he wouldn't have recognised him at first glance.
“Owen?”
The man looked at Logan in confusion, taking a few moments to recognise him.
“Logan? Light, you've grown up! Barely reached my shoulder when I left town!”
“You've changed while you've been away, too. Beard's new, an’ the earring.”
“The beard was easier than shavin’ while travellin’ and the earring was a present from a friend in Walnut Groove.”
“Yeah? Sounds like there's a story there?”
Owen grinned, and Logan found himself reacting the same way as he did when the girls in the villages smiled at him. It was unexpected, but he wasn’t unhappy about it. He’d always looked up to Owen, and seeing him now, well, his travels had suited him, that was for sure.
“Yep, an’ if you behave, I might tell you when you're old enough!” Owen teased.
“Hey! I turned eighteen last summer!” Logan retorted. “I'm plenty old enough!”
“Sure you are, kiddo!” Owen replied with an easy grin.
“Here you go, fellas,” Jensen interrupted, handing Logan his pa's parcel, and passing Owen's suitcase to him.
“You stayin’ back with your folks?” Logan asked as they descended from the platform.
“Yeah, my pa wants me to take over the Blue Moon so he can retire.”
Logan snorted. “I know that feelin’. Well, the expectation of takin’ up the family business. Doubt m'pa'll ever retire!”
“Come say hi next time you're in the saloon,” Owen replied. “Good to see you again.”
Logan watched as Owen wandered off, and thought about what had just happened. He wanted to go rushing after him, talk to him late into the night. He’d certainly noticed how much Owen had bulked up since he’d been away, and that made him feel… Light, it made him want to run his hands over the muscles, see if they were as hard as they looked for starters. And much as he tried to tell himself that it was just the same admiration he’d had for Owen as they were growing up, he knew there was more to it than that. He shook his head to clear it and headed home with his pa’s parcel.
Owen unpacked his case back in his old room at his folks’ place, next door to the saloon, and thought about Logan. His hand went to the leather cord he wore round his neck, hidden by his shirt. It was a memento from one of their last trips out to the Eufaula before he'd left. Light, the things they’d got up to, him, Logan, and normally Justice, although that day had just been the two of them. They'd been attacked by a rock hyena, which Logan had fought off, saving them both. Once they'd recovered from their injuries, Logan had given him the hyena's fang on the cord as a leaving gift. Damned shame the kid was only eighteen, he’d grown up a lot in Owen’s absence, in more ways than one. He shook his head. Look, don’t touch, he told himself.
His hand went to the earring he wore, a parting gift from Taylor in Walnut Groove. He had learned so much about himself in the six months he’d spent there, mostly thanks to Taylor. He had discovered that he enjoyed sleeping with men as much as women, although in actual fact, it had only been Taylor and one other guy who’d joined them for a threesome once. Either way, his attraction to Logan wasn’t unexpected. He was just so young. Owen sighed.
He knew his parents expected him to take over the business, marry and have children, passing on the family legacy. Only the first part of that appealed to him if he was honest, but if he could just keep them happy until they moved to Atara, it would be easier to deal with the pressure by letter.
Time flew fast in Sandrock. It was clear that Owen and Logan were both attracted to each other, but Owen was very aware of the age gap and was careful not to make things too obvious or let them go too far. Logan on the other hand was very vocal about what he wanted.
“It’s only seven years!” Logan said as he propped himself up at the bar. He’d turned nineteen the previous month, and was more determined than ever. “If’n I was twenty-nine an’ you were thirty-six, you wouldn’t think twice, would you?”
“Probably not,” Owen conceded. “But you’re not, an’ I’m not. So those seven years make a difference.”
“Not sure why,” Logan sulked.
If Owen was honest, he wasn’t sure either, at least not in a way that he could explain. Logan was pushing the limits of his patience, too, but he just felt strongly that things needed to wait until Logan was older.
They developed a strong friendship regardless. They talked about everything. Well, almost everything. Neither of them mentioned any romantic partners either of them had, past, present or future. They were just happy spending time together, even if Logan continued to push it every so often.
“Ain’t gonna believe you’re not interested,” he told Owen one night. It was late spring, and they’d climbed onto the roof of the saloon after it closed to look at the stars and continue drinking.
“Don’t matter what you choose to believe or not,” Owen replied, taking another swig from the liquor bottle.
“Face it, you know you’re mine an’ I’m yours,” Logan said, taking the bottle from him. “Just a matter of when!”
“You think so, huh?” Owen asked, lying down and stretching out with his fingers laced behind his head.
“I know so!” Logan flopped down on his side next to him and threw an arm across Owen’s chest. Instinctively, Owen brought a hand down and tangled it in Logan’s hair. They lay in silence for a while, neither speaking, nothing further happening between them. But they both knew something had changed in that moment.
A few weeks after Logan’s twentieth birthday, the two of them took a couple of horses and headed out to The Badlands. When Logan and his pa had done their recent rounds, they’d found a nest of rocket roosters, bigger than the ones near town. Owen was planning a town barbeque to celebrate his parents’ retirement so he wanted to take the opportunity to stock up.
As they rounded the corner towards the old mine, they felt the wind change direction. From their vantage point, they could see back across to town, and the sandstorm that was blowing in from the Eufaula.
“Fuck, we ain’t gonna get home in time,” Logan cursed. Owen could feel himself starting to panic, it was a long time since he’d been out in a sandstorm, and he’d heard too many horror stories. Logan seemed to have no such qualms.
“Follow me!” He called out, taking charge instantly. Owen obeyed and they headed off around the back of Grand Mesa. When he reached the cliff wall, Logan dismounted and led his horse towards a crack in the rockface which opened into a cave. Owen was close behind him.
Pale sunlight lit a short distance into the cave, before everything fell into shadow.
“Stay there!” Logan cautioned. Owen could see his silhouette fiddling with something before a lamp flickered to life.
“Power stone lamps, let me get the rest lit before you come any further in. Sort the horses out, willya? There’s a hitchin’ post there, just leave the knots loose, though.” Owen did as requested, surprised and impressed at this new, take-charge Logan. Light, even a little turned on, which could be a bad thing if they were stranded here overnight. Normally, Logan was happy to go with the flow. This confidence, though, managed to calm Owen’s worries about the storm. As he soothed the horses and tied their reins to the post - firm enough to keep them safe, loose enough that if necessary they could get away - and checked they had food and water, he was aware of Logan working round the room and lighting more lamps, along with a small heater.
The lights illuminated a large, low ceilinged room with shelves down one side, a table and chairs at the top, and a couple of sleeping pallets on the opposite side.
“Where are we?” Owen asked, looking round, as he finally stepped into the room.
“You don’t head out of town much, do ya?” Logan asked.
Owen shook his head. “Not less’n I have to. Ain’t had the time really, especially recently with my pa wantin’ to make sure I’m totally ready to take over.”
“My pa an’ I maintain a series of shelters like this, mostly out in the Eufaula, but there’s a few this side of town. Anyone needs them in situations like these, they’re welcome to use ‘em. But they tend to be word of mouth amongst travellers, which is why you likely wouldn’t know. All that’s asked is they leave some supplies in return. We check ‘em once a month or so, more if’n we’ve had storms. Make sure they’re clean and safe. Part an’ parcel of the job, really.”
“I didn’t realise.”
“What, you thought being a monster hunter was just about the fightin’?” Logan laughed, and shook his head. “It’s as much about makin’ sure people are safe. Sure, getting rid of the monsters is part of it, but not all.”
Owen wandered over and looked at the supplies. Everything was non perishable, but there was enough food there to last for a week or more. There was even a small cooking station next to them,
“We check the supplies and refresh ‘em each month, too,” Logan’s voice drifted across, “so shouldn’t have anythin’ go bad.”
“How long have you been doing this?” Owen asked, opening a bottle of yakmel milk, and putting it on a low heat to warm so they could drink it. He needed to do something, anything, to keep busy.
“Few years,” Logan replied with a shrug. “I suggested it to my pa when we were talkin’ about how we lost Martle and those kids.”
“It was your idea?”
“You sound surprised?”
Owen paused and looked at Logan, really looked at him for the first time in a while, and realised how much he’d changed, even just in the last couple of years. Not just physically, although he’d gained a couple of extra inches in height, and bulked out a lot, partly thanks to the regular work out sessions they shared. Owen realised his whole attitude had grown and matured as well.
“Kind of, but not really. Just finally noticin’ how much you’ve grown up recently, if I’m honest.”
Logan said nothing, but grinned. He headed towards the opening of the cave, deliberately brushing a hand down Owen’s back as he did.
“Storm’s hittin’, we got here just in time,” he reported back. “Just need to hunker down til it passes. There’s a critters deck an’ a chess set in the bottom of the shelves if you want.”
It was quite pleasant, Owen realised, to spend an afternoon with no pressure, no commitments, nothing to do but relax despite the storm still howling outside. They took turns to check on the horses every so often. As the day moved on, and they realised they were hungry, Owen was able to pull together a half decent meal with the available supplies.
“Reckon we’re gonna be here for the night,” Logan said after his latest check outside. “Storm’s showing no signs of droppin’ and it’s getting proper dark out there.”
“Don’t surprise me,” Owen replied. “Hopefully it’ll have died off by mornin’. Just means that folks at home’ll be worryin’ ‘bout us.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Logan said. “My pa knows where we were heading, and that the shelter’s here. He’ll have a good idea we made it an’ hopefully be able to let your folks know.”
“Fair enough. There’s nothin’ we can do either way, anyway.”
“So, um, we might want to share the one pallet tonight, share body heat an’ all that, given how cold it can get overnight,” Logan said quietly. He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, and even in the low light, Owen could see the flush on Logan’s cheeks. That one simple gesture, that show of vulnerability, was all that was needed to finally crack Owen's resolve.
“Makes sense,” Owen replied carefully, “we can pile all the blankets on as well, rather’n have to split them ‘tween us.”
Sleeping arrangements sorted, they decided to play a few more hands of critters until they were ready to sleep.
“No alcohol in the supplies,” Logan explained, handing over another bottle of sandberry juice. “M’pa always said you didn’t know what sort of problems a person endin’ up here alone might have, so he didn’t want to make it worse.”
“I get that,” Owen replied, as he dealt the next round of cards. “I keep a close eye on how much I serve and to who.” He sat back and stretched his legs in front of him, bumping into Logan, who had done the same.
“Light, sorry, I forget how long your legs are,” he muttered as he sat back.
Logan grinned. “Forgettin’ suggests you’ve looked a time or two enough to have noticed. Been checkin’ me out after all?” he teased.
Owen flushed and started to mumble a response, before deciding to own it. “Maybe I have had a look. I like a decent pair of legs. Firm ass at the top, too.”
Logan slipped one leg behind Owen’s and pulled them forward so he was stretched out again.
“Reckon there’s enough space under here to share,” he said as he ran the front of his leg up Owen’s calf. “An’ look at that, I finally got you between my legs,” he joked.
Owen looked up from his cards, and chuckled. “Yeah? What are you plannin’ on doin’ with me there, then?”
Logan paused, flustered, and then glanced shyly at Owen. “Um, well, don’t think I’d thought much beyond gettin’ there. Was hopin’ you could show me from there?”
“Hmmm, we’ll see,” Owen replied, smirking.
Eventually, they both started yawning.
“Want to sort the pallet out, while I sort the lights?” Logan asked. Owen nodded and they made themselves busy organising the shelter for the night. Logan left on the lamp at the entrance, and one next to the bed to save the power stones, while Owen covered the pallet with one blanket and rolled another up as a pillow, before opening the rest to go over them.
They both took off their boots and belts, but left on their jeans and t-shirts. Lying down and pulling the blankets over them, Logan curled up against Owen’s side, resting his head on Owen’s shoulder, while Owen wound his fingers into Logan’s hair. Without thinking, Owen leaned forward and brushed a kiss over Logan’s forehead.
“You finally over that age gap bullshit, then?” Logan asked.
“Yeah, it’s just…” Owen sighed and fell silent.
Logan cupped his cheek. “Just what?”
“We do this, it’s for keeps. It’s not just messin’ about. I think that’s why I’ve been fightin’ it for so long.”
“Owen, I’ve been chasin’ you for almost two years, you seriously think I just want to mess about an’ move on?”
“Just makin’ sure it's not just the thrill of the chase, I guess.”
“Frustration, maybe, not thrill, trust me,” Logan laughed. “If'n it was just the chase I wanted, I'da moved on long ago. I want you. Pure and simple. Now, admit that this is just the final throes, that you're mine and kiss me already!”
“Demandin’ little brat, aintcha,” Owen murmured as he captured Logan’s mouth with his.
There was no hesitation. They dove straight in, making up for lost time. Owen nipped gently at Logan’s lower lip until he opened up for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Logan brushed his hand down over Owen’s cock. Even through his clothes, he could tell it was rock hard. Owen groaned and pulled back.
“OK, we need to get a few things straight before we go any further,” Owen said. “I don’t think neither of us expected this to happen today, so there’s certain supplies I ain’t got. Some things’ll need to wait til we get back to town.”
“Supplies?” Logan asked, curious what he meant.
“Lubrication, something to help stretch you out, clean up stuff, that kinda thing…”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I know the idea, just never done it. You got it all at home, though?”
“Owen nodded. “Brought most of it back with me, to be honest. But, there's still plenty we can do.”
“Like?”
“Hands, mouths, that kind of thing. You’ve been with a girl before, yeah?”
“Couple of times, no one memorable though.”
“They give you a blow job?”
“One did. She offered, too, but she didn’t seem to enjoy it, though.”
“Did you?”
Logan shrugged. “It was okay.”
Owen nodded. “That’s the thing about blow jobs, they're better when both of you are enjoyin’ ‘em. So if she was only doin’ it because she thought she had to, then it would show.”
Logan paused and thought back to the experience. “Guess that makes sense,” he replied. “Did worry it was me.”
“Well, lucky for you, I happen to really enjoy blow jobs,” Owen said with a smirk, before leaning forward to kiss Logan again.
This time, Owen rolled them over, so Logan was on his back, giving Owen the chance to explore his body. He tugged Logan’s t-shirt free, and pushed it up. Logan sat up slightly, allowing him to remove it fully.
Owen sat back, straddling Logan’s thighs and taking in the sight in front of him. Sculpted pecs and firm abs, with just a light dusting of pale blonde hair, only slightly darker than the white blond hair on the younger man’s head. He scraped his nails across Logan’s nipples, drawing out a hiss in response.
“Din’t realise they’d be so sensitive,” Logan gasped.
“Most places can be, if you approach ‘em right,” Owen said, replacing his nails with his tongue, and lapping over them.
He trailed his fingers down over Logan’s abs, until he reached the waistband of his jeans. Owen glanced up and caught Logan’s eye, before unfastening his fly. He opened the jeans enough to release Logan’s cock. He brushed his palm against, trying to get a sense of size, before tightening his grip around the top, running his thumb over the slit and spreading the precum that was already leaking.
Logan gasped at the contact, bucking his hips upward to increase the contact.
“Still being a demandin’ brat,” Owen said with a grin.
“Fuck yeah,” Logan moaned in reply. “But you’ve got too many clothes on, you know. So have I!”
“Can do somethin’ ‘bout that,” Owen said, pushing up onto his knees, and pulling his t-shirt off. He pushed Logan’s jeans down far enough that Logan was able to kick them free.
Standing up, still straddling Logan, Owen’s hands went to his own fly. Slowly he unfastened each button, loving the quiet groans from Logan as he went.
“Light’s sake, Owen, enough already, just drop ‘em and get back down here, will ya?”
“Don’t want a show?”
“‘Nother time maybe, but not tonight.”
“As you wish,” Owen replied, grinning as he pushed his jeans down, and kicked them to the side, before dropping back down to sit across Logan’s thighs.
Leaning forward, their cocks rubbed against each other. They were about the same size, Owen realised. He might be a little longer, and Logan a touch thicker, but it was close.
Owen sat back, and grasped Logan loosely, running his hand up and down his length.
“Fuck, Owen, wanna stop teasing and just do somethin’” Logan groaned.
“What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want.” Owen kept up a steady pressure as he ran his hand up and down.
“Cock…mouth…fuck, Owen!”
“Need to hear the words, Logan,” Owen replied. Since Logan had been the one doing all the chasing, Owen was taking a certain satisfaction from seeing him come undone beneath him.
Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Owen, please suck my cock!” he gasped.
Owen grinned. “With pleasure!”
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along Logan’s length, before swirling his tongue round the crown. He glanced up at Logan, and saw his head was thrown back and his arm across his eyes. That wouldn’t do.
“Eyes on me, lover,” he hissed, holding Logan’s gaze as he took about half his cock into his mouth. He was a little out of practice, and the position was awkward, but Owen reckoned he’d be able to manage the full thing eventually.
Logan’s whole body was a mass of sensations, all concentrated at the one point where his cock entered Owen’s mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long as Owen’s head bobbed up and down, his hand squeezing the rest.
“Owen, I’m gonna…” he tried grabbing Owen’s hair to warn him, but all Owen did was grin round the mouthful of cock and suck harder.
That was all it took, and Logan let loose a stream of cum into Owen’s waiting mouth. He threw his head back, screaming Owen’s name.
He must have blacked out for a moment. When he opened his eyes, Owen was sitting next to him, stroking his hair, and looking like the cat who’s got the cream.
“How are you feeling?” Owen asked. “Worried me a little, I’ll be honest.”
Logan pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I feel… I’m not sure, ain’t never felt anythin’ like that before.”
“Is that good or bad?” Owen asked.
“Good, very good, awesome, want to do it again, good!”
“Good to hear,” Owen murmured, pulling him in for a kiss.
Logan realised he could taste himself on Owen’s lips, which reminded him of something.
“Where did you spit it out? Ought to clean it up.”
“I didn’t,” Owen replied, grinning.
“Huh? What did you do with it, then?” He couldn’t mean he…
“Swallowed it. Tasted as good as you look, too.”
Logan looked at him in confusion. “But all I ever hear is girls sayin’ it tastes awful, and guys complainin’ that girls think it tastes awful.”
“Told you, it makes a difference if’n you’re both enjoyin’ it. An’ I reckon I enjoyed it at least as much as you did!”
They lay back down, pulling the blankets over against the chill of the cave, and curled against each other, losing themselves in lazy kisses. Logan's hand brushed over Owen’s necklace.
“Wait, is that…”
Owen smiled. “Yep, same one you gave me. Wore it while travellin’ as a lucky charm. Worked, too.”
“Light, that must be, what, six, seven years ago? You’ve still got it?”
“You thought I’d get rid of it?”
“No, just didn’t think you’d still wear it.”
“Every day.” Owen replied, leaning in for another kiss.
“So, is this where I return the favour?” Logan asked after a while.
“Up to you,” Owen replied. “If you want to, I’m happy for you to go for it. If you don’t, I’m just as happy like this.”
“I wanna try,” Logan replied after a few moments. “But I’m not sure what to do.”
“Think about what felt good when I did it. Think about what feels good when you jerk off. There’s no right or wrong, just try it,” Owen replied, brushing a kiss on his forehead.
Logan was still for a moment, then started pressing kisses down Owen’s neck and chest. Remembering how it had felt when Owen licked his nipples, he did the same, smiling as Owen moaned in response. He noted the differences in their bodies as he moved down, and the similarities.
Unlike Owen, who had moved between Logan’s legs so he had a clear view across his body, Logan rested his head on Owen’s stomach, brushing his hand over his dick. He felt Owen’s hands tangle in his hair as he darted his tongue out and licked across the top, pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit at the top. He was rewarded by a gasp, and Owen’s fingers tightening, so he repeated the action a few times, before taking the whole of the knob into his mouth, and sucking like a lollipop. He ran his hand down the length of Owen’s dick, cupping the balls at the base. Owen hadn’t paid much attention to them, but that may have been due to how quickly he’d finished. He’d need to let Owen know he enjoyed having them played with, although from the moans coming from behind him it seemed Owen did, too.
He slid his mouth down Owen’s length, swallowing as far as he could, and savouring the weight against his tongue. Keeping just the end in his mouth, he ran his hand along the length, jerking Owen off. He paid attention to Owen’s responses, his moans, and the way his fingers flexed and tightened in Logan’s hair, adjusting his speed and pressure accordingly.
“Light, Logan, you’re ‘bout to get a mouthful,” Owen moaned, giving him the opportunity to pull away. But, like Owen, he kept his mouth there, ready to take his fill.
He could feel Owen’s cock throb in his mouth as the stream of cum hit the back of his throat. The taste wasn’t unpleasant, although the texture was unexpected, as was the quantity. Owen might have been able to swallow it all, but by the time Logan sat up, there were trails dripping down his chin.
Owen grinned and sat up, lapping the excess cum from Logan's face, before kissing him deeply.
They curled up again, and this time drifted off in each other’s arms.
Owen woke up alone the following morning, although he could still feel Logan’s warmth on the blanket next to him. The sunlight shining in the entrance suggested the storm had passed.
As he sat up and looked round for Logan, he felt his t-shirt hit his back, and Logan threw himself down next to him.
“‘Bout time you woke up, old man,” he grinned.
“Well, if I didn’t have a demanding little brat wanting his cock sucked all night, I might have got a bit more sleep,” he retorted. “Worth it though,” he admitted, grinning back at Logan before leaning in to kiss him.
After a few moments, Logan pulled back. “C’mon, coffee’s on, and if’n we keep this up, we’ll be here another night.” He stood up and extended his hand to Owen, pulling him to his feet.
“Get dressed, we can tidy up, have breakfast, and head back. Gonna bet the storm scared off those roosters, though.”
Finally, they arrived back in Sandrock. People were milling about clearing up the debris, but it looked like the town had survived relatively unscathed on this occasion.
They returned the horses to Cooper, assuring him that they’d managed to keep them sheltered, fed and watered during the storm.
“Told you those roosters would be gone,” Logan said as they shouldered their packs and headed to town. “Your pa be bothered?”
Owen shrugged. “Nah, just be happy I got back safe. Besides, I got somethin’ more important,” he replied, linking his fingers through Logan’s.
Logan looked at him in surprise.
“Told you, for keeps,” Owen said. “If we’re doin’ this, I ain’t hidin’ it. Less it’s a problem for you?”
“Nope, wanted this for so long, I could shout from the temple. You goan’ kiss me goodbye as well?” Logan asked. They’d reached the bottom of the tunnel that ran behind the saloon and towards Logan and his pa’s house.
“Absolutely,” Owen replied, pulling Logan towards him.
This kiss was gentler than those they’d shared in the shelter, but it was still obvious they were laying claim to each other.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Logan said as they pulled back. “Need to let m’pa know I’m safe.”
“Same. See you later.”
Owen walked into the saloon, and found his ma behind the bar,
“Oh, thank the Light! You’re safe!” she called out, rushing round to wrap her arms round him.
“Howlett said there was a shelter near where you boys were heading, so you were probably safe there, but I still worried!”
“I know, Ma, sorry. An’ yeah, we spent the night in the shelter.”
His ma put her hands on his arms and stood back to get a good look, reassuring herself that he was back safe and in one piece.
“An’ you came in here with a spring in your step. You an’ Logan finally sorted yourselves out?” she asked.
“Nothin’ to sort out Ma, not sure what you mean,” Owen replied, trying to deflect. His ma was the last person he wanted to discuss that with!
“Don’t give me that, young man! The pair of you have been circlin’ round each other for months. What took you so long? An’ I guess your pa owes me fifty gols, too!”
“Why does Pa owe you money?” Owen asked, sure he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Oh, nothin’, we just had a small bet on whether you pair would finally get together before or after we left town! Lookin’ at the glow on you, I won!”
“Ma!”
Now
Robyn giggled. Owen’s outrage at his parents betting on his love life was still palpable, even almost ten years later. She’d finally met them a few months ago when they visited the town, and could easily imagine his ma’s face as she spoke.
“I’m glad you’re a stubborn bugger, Logan,” she sighed, her fingers joining with Owen’s as they twisted in Logan’s hair. “I can’t imagine the two of you not bein’ together.”
“I can’t imagine you not bein’ with us neither,” Owen murmured in her ear. “We make a good threesome.”
“I believe the word these days is ‘throuple’,” Logan said. “Least according to the magazines Pablo has lying the the waitin’ area.”
“So, what do we do now?” Robyn asked.
“Well, we’ve still got a couple of hours before the sun gets too low to risk ridin’ home,” Owen replied, sliding his hands under Robyn’s top, and unfastening her bra, before cupping her boobs.
“You remember the lube?” Logan asked. Owen snorted.
“As if you need to ask. I didn’t bring it exactly one time, when I didn’t know we’d need it.” He buried his head in the crook of Robyn’s neck, while he squeezed and rolled her nipples. He’d learned over the last year just how sensitive they were, and the exact amount of pressure needed to send her over the edge.
She barely noticed Logan had stepped away, until he returned and knelt in front of her. He snapped open her trousers, sliding them down and off. He lifted her legs, and laid them over Owen's, holding her open to his gaze. As he did so, Owen pulled her top off, leaving her naked and open to them, while they were both still fully dressed.
Logan leaned down and brushed kisses over her inner thighs, which were already slick, before diving straight in, licking from her clit to her arse and back again. He repeated the move a few times, before concentrating his tongue on her clit, and sliding a finger into her pussy.
“More!” she gasped, and both men grinned. Their builder was insatiable once they got her started.
“More what?” Logan asked, “Tell me what you need.”
“Filled up, both of you!” she gasped.
Logan glanced up at Owen and grinned. Owen moved one hand down and took over sliding his fingers in and out of her, two this time to meet her need of being filled more. Logan took the jar of salve he’d fetched from the supplies bag, and scooped some out, rubbing it against Robyn’s rosebud. Robyn knew what to expect, they’d done this several times since they got together, and relaxed her muscles. Soon enough, Logan had two fingers buried in her, sliding in and out in counterpoint to Owen’s.
Robyn’s head was thrown back in ecstacy, and she brought her own hand down to press against her clit. She cried out as her climax washed over her, clamping down on her men’s hands.
She leaned back against Owen to get her breath back, allowing Logan to stand up and strip. He pulled her up against him, plunging his tongue into her mouth, claiming her, as Owen stripped as well.
He pressed up behind her, and Robyn broke the kiss with Logan, turning to kiss Owen as well. She could feel both cocks, hard and ready against her.
“You gonna fuck me guys, or just keep kissin’ me all day?” she asked. Owen chuckled and stepped back, lying on the pallet.
“You gonna come down here and ride me, gorgeous?” he asked.
Robyn nodded, and straddled him, lowering herself until the end of his cock notched in her opening. “Ready?” she asked. Owen nodded, and she sank down, taking his full length inside her. She felt Logan’s hand on her shoulder blades, pushing her forward. She lay down against Owen’s chest, opening herself up to his view.
Logan paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of Robyn stretched around Owen. They’d tried a couple of times for both of them in her pussy, but it hadn’t worked. One in each hole though, something he’d thought about since Owen had mentioned it the first night they got together, worked perfectly. He added some more salve to Robyn, and also to his own length, before pushing in slowly. It took time to get himself fully seated, especially with Owen already filling her.
Finally, he was there, Robyn groaning in satisfaction already. Both men waited for Robyn to signal she was ready, before they started to move in and out, alternating their movements as they’d done earlier with their fingers.
Robyn clutched at Owen’s arms, pushing herself back against Logan. She loved this, feeling full of both of them. She also knew none of them lasted long this way, but it was worth it. She ground herself against Owen, the extra pressure being exactly what she needed to tip herself over the edge. As her orgasm hit, and her body tensed, it set the guys off inside her as well.
They collapsed onto each other in a happy, sweaty heap, none of them wanting to move. Finally, Logan stirred. “Suppose I’m on clean up duty?” he grumbled.
“Well, you’re on top, be easier for you,” Owen replied.
By the time he came back with damp cloths, Owen and Robyn were sitting and chatting quietly.
“What are you two planning?” he asked, tossing one cloth to Owen, while crouching down to tend to Robyn. She had to admit, sometimes she enjoyed the pampering.
“Just talkin’ about when we can come back here,” she replied with a grin.
Logan dropped down beside them, and the three of them cuddled together until it was time to pack up and move.
They left the cave late afternoon, while there was still enough light to get home safely. They kept the horses at a gentle trot, wanting to draw the afternoon out as long as possible.
“Shall we take the long way through the Valley?” Logan suggested. “Before Catori finishes tearing down the ruins for her theme park.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” Owen replied, and they headed down the path.
“Stop lookin’ at all the gems you could be minin’!” Logan called over to Robyn. “If’n we’d let you bring you pickhammer, we’d never get home!”
“You know me too well!” Robyn replied, laughing. “But you know I’ll come back here tomorrow now I know that pile’s there?”
“We’ll see,” Owen replied, slipping into protective mode.
Robyn coughed.
“Oh, I mean, of course you will, gorgeous!” It was still a struggle some days to get them to drop the over protectiveness, but they were getting there.
It was surprisingly peaceful in the valley, although they knew that it wouldn’t be that way much longer. With help from Justice and Unsuur, Robyn and Logan had found and blocked the cave where mutants had been finding their way in and terrorising the edges of town before they could get much further in. There was still the occasional problem with bandirats popping up, but Captain earned his gols as the Civil Corps’ mouser and took care of those.
“You know, this canyon's completely man-made,” Logan told them as they rode through. “They just dug and dug until all that's left were these Old World husks. The power of man is both awe-inspiring and terrifying.”
“Sounds like you’ve been spendin’ time with Unsuur, recently?” Owen asked. “That’s the sort of stuff he comes out with.” He shook his head. “Man’s been in Sandrock all of two minutes and sometimes I feel like he knows it better’n I do!”
Logan laughed. “Yeah, he was telling me about it as we headed back from cleaning up the mutants.”
“He has a point, though. I wish Catori didn’t need to clear so much of this,” Robyn sighed, “it’s impressive that the Old World could build structures that are still standing now, despite everythin’.”
“Hrmph, that’s progress for ya, I guess,” Logan grumbled.
“I guess,” Owen sighed. The two men had grown up in the town, so it was hard to see things change, but they all knew it was necessary to see the town grow and survive.
When they arrived back at the saloon, it was much busier than they had anticipated. MIdweek was normally quiet enough for Grace to cope alone, but she’d already had to get Krystal to jump behind the bar and help out, as she rushed back and forth with plates of food. Even more surprising was Trudy waiting for them as they walked in.
“So glad you’re back!” she cried, “I have news which will likely mean work for you, Robyn.”
Owen headed behind the bar to help Krystal, while Robyn and Logan followed Trudy to a free table near the bar.
“So what’s goin’ on Trudes?” Logan asked. “Who’re all these people?” He indicated the crowd of about a dozen or so adults near the stage, with a number of children playing nearby. Some he recognised as locals making new friends, most he didn’t
“Travelling traders. Like the Mysterious Man, but on a bigger scale. But they arrived this afternoon, and want to make Sandrock their home base! Can you believe it?”
“How’s that going to work?” Robyn asked.
“They want stability for the kids, apparently. They’ve heard good things about Jane’s schooling, so want to settle here, send the kids to school, and send caravans out from here. There was an incident last year, they thought they’d lost a couple of kids in a sandstorm. Thankfully, they found shelter and they were able to find them the following day, but I think it scared them. ”
They looked over to the group and it was clear that the regular Sandrockers were already welcoming them with open arms. Elsie was regaling a group of teens about her latest monster hunting exploits, and Robyn noticed Alo, Catori’s lad, was also hanging on her every word. Cooper was in mid-rant, pleased to have found a new audience. No doubt he and Hugo would be bringing their instruments out later, as well. A mixed group of younger women, including Heidi and Amirah, along with some of the newcomers were giggling in the corner; at the next table, the older ladies were doing similar. Kids had formed several groups, with the younger ones around Pebbles’ age playing near the adults’ feet, while the older ones were perched on the edge of the stage, chatting happily. Jasmine, Trudy’s daughter, was talking to a blond boy who looked to be about the same age as her.
“That’s one of the leaders’ kids,” Trudy said, “he’s one of the ones they almost lost, along with his sister and best friend. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Jasmine like that, especially after Theo.” She sighed and shook her head
“So what’s that got to do with me?” Robyn asked as a way to change the subject, although she could guess.
“Well, they’ll need housing, and it would be good to set up a trading post near the bus station. Light, we might even need to expand the school! I need you, Wei, Mi-an and Heidi at City Hall tomorrow morning to discuss it all, please.”
Robyn looked at Logan and laughed. “Guess it’s a good job we got today off, looks like I’m gonna be busy for the next few months!”
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