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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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“Comfortable?”
Jarrod shifted closer to Heath. “Very,” he murmured, basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm. Jarrod finally convinced Heath that he was well enough for more than just hands and mouths and after propping up his broken leg and using lots of pillows, Heath had entered him for the first time since his injury. They took it slow, Heath unwilling to be too rough until Jarrod was fully healed but even with the slow pace, both men were still sweaty and sated when they were done.
“You feeling okay?”
Jarrod twisted to kiss him. “Never better,” he assured Heath. It had been three weeks since he’d broken his leg, three weeks since he’d been confined to bed with only the occasional foray allowed in a wheelchair. Jarrod closed his eyes and enjoyed being in Heath’s strong arms. His brother had certainly gone out of his way to make being stuck in bed much more pleasant. After everyone else was long asleep, he’d made a habit of sneaking into the downstairs bedroom Jarrod was using during his convalescence and they spent long hours making love to each other. And much to Jarrod’s delight, Heath wouldn’t leave until daybreak, only shortly before the rest of the house woke. “Have I told you how much I enjoy having you here?”
Heath chuckled. “Oh, once or twice.” He returned the soft kiss. “You should’ve said something earlier, Jarrod.”
It was Jarrod’s turn to chuckle. “Heath, you just overwhelmed me so much with sex, I didn’t have time to think about it. Then Nick left…” His demeanour sobered and Heath held him closer.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Heath whispered. “I should have never made Nick that promise.”
“Heath, you just respected his wishes,” Jarrod argued. “You stood by your principles and no one should feel guilty about that. It was Nick who shouldn’t have asked.”
Heath nuzzled Jarrod’s neck. “Has he said anything to you?”
Jarrod shook his head. “No. I don’t really expect him to, though.” Nick’s visits had been few and far between since he’d been laid up and there was an awkwardness between them that Jarrod didn’t know how to breach.
“He hurt you, Jarrod,” Heath insisted.
“He had other things to worry about,” Jarrod said in his brother’s defence, even though Heath was right. His hand slipped down to stroke Heath’s belly and genitals in an attempt to change the subject. He didn’t wasn’t to spoil their night with talk of something they couldn’t change and was pleased to feel Heath’s cock swell in response. “If you need your sleep, tell me, but it’s still a long way ‘til morning,” he said devilishly and Heath’s hand snaked around to fondle Jarrod’s balls.
“Oh, reckon I’ll get enough rest later,” he drawled and as he moved into a better position to kiss Jarrod more firmly, Jarrod pushed thoughts of how he felt about Nick’s leaving away to concentrate on the pleasures of the moment.

Dr. Merar finally gave Jarrod the okay to get out of bed on crutches as long as he took it easy and didn’t go too far, telling him mild exercise could only speed his recovery. It felt good to be outside with the fresh air on his face and as he made his slow way out to the corrals, Jarrod had no intention of going back in until he had to.
The bay that threw him was moving easily under the saddle and Jarrod leaned against the fence to watch Nick put the horse through its paces. “Looking good, Nick,” he called after his brother dismounted and handed the reins to one of the men.
Nick strode over. “Just as long as you stay off him until he’s fully broke and you’re not,” he ordered.
Jarrod bristled. Anyone could get thrown and Nick knew that just as well as he did. It might have been foolish to try breaking a horse with no one else around, but that didn’t mean he was completely incompetent like Nick was implying. “I’m a big boy, Nick.”
Nick shuffled uncomfortably. “I just meant you shouldn’t be riding with that broken leg,” he said apologetically. “Mother would have all our hides and she wouldn’t let you out of bed again for at least another month.”
“You’re probably right.”
They stood, looking over the ranch buildings and Jarrod could feel the tension. He glanced over at Nick, at the little brother who used to tag along after him, at his partner in crime when they’d sneak out of the house without anyone knowing, at the brother he would have given anything just to know he was alive several weeks ago. He never believed Nick had intentionally set out to hurt him and given what Nick must have felt, knowing he was likely going to die, Jarrod found he could forgive him. That didn’t take away the knowledge that he and Nick had lost some of their closeness with Heath’s arrival, but maybe they could get it back in time. Then he had an idea.
“Maybe you and Heath could spring me for the afternoon,” Jarrod suggested with a wink. “Load me in a wagon, head up to Snyder’s Creek and do a little fishing?”
“Yeah, I think I could manage that.” Nick gave him a relieved grin and Jarrod felt more of the tension ease. “Y’know, Jarrod,” he said after a moment, “I’m sorry for the way I acted, about the wolf and all.”
“Nick, don’t…” Jarrod started to protest but Nick cut him off.
“Reckon you were right, I was being selfish.” Nick’s eyes caught Jarrod’s. “I got so caught up in not wanting to see you all watch me die…” He shook his head and sighed. “ ‘I’m sorry’ just doesn’t seem like it’s enough.”
Jarrod put his hand on Nick’s arm. “It’s okay, Nick, you’re still with us and that’s what matters.”
“Thanks, Pappy, but I had no right to just walk away without a word, especially not to you.”
Jarrod gripped Nick’s arm tighter. “Nick, you’re my brother,” he said firmly. “There’s nothing you can do that I can’t forgive.”
Nick reached up and grabbed Jarrod’s hand. “I don’t deserve brothers like you and Heath and that’s a fact.”
Jarrod chuckled. “No, you don’t,” he teased and Nick cuffed him playfully on the shoulder.

True to his word, Nick rounded up Heath, they packed a hearty lunch and a bottle of scotch into a wagon and then smuggled Jarrod out of the house for an afternoon of fishing. They arrived back late in the evening, all rather inebriated. Victoria gave them all a stern lecture, but Jarrod couldn’t help but smile at the indulgent twinkle in her eyes. So when she ordered him back to his bed, he just said, “Your wish is my command, lovely lady,” kissed her cheek and hobbled off to his room.
The fresh air and exercise, not to mention the quantity of alcohol he’d imbibed, all conspired to put Jarrod to sleep quickly. But when he woke in the middle of the night with an urgent need to relieve himself, he found he was wrapped securely in Heath’s arms. Jarrod smiled to himself and tried to ignore the pressure on his bladder as he snuggled closer into Heath’s embrace. It had been a good day and he’d never felt closer to either of his brothers.
But even though he was loath to leave the comfort of Heath’s body, he couldn’t put off the call of nature any longer. He could have just used the chamber pot, but the moon was shining through the open window and the breeze through the unlatched panes, although a bit chilly, was too inviting to ignore. Jarrod slipped quietly out of the bed, pulled on the pants that were cut to accommodate his splint, grabbed his boots and crutches and went through the kitchen to outside. He didn’t bother to go all the way to the outhouse; he just propped himself securely on his crutches and sighed as he drained his bladder against the corner of the barn.
Tucking himself back into his pants, Jarrod turned at the soft snort behind him. The bay horse was staring at him with curious brown eyes.
“I don’t know if I should thank you or not,” Jarrod told the animal as he hobbled over to the fence. The horse bumped him with its nose and Jarrod rubbed the blaze on its forehead. “Well, reckon you helped me fix things with my brothers, so I guess I’ll thank you. Audra named you Lightning, didn’t she?” The horse threw its head up and down like a nod and Jarrod chuckled. “Don’t worry, Lightning, I was always told if you get thrown, you have to get back on. We’ll have another go, you and me, don’t worry.” The bay tossed its head and pawed the ground.
Jarrod suddenly had an inexplicable urge, almost like the one that had put his leg in splints in the first place. He tried to tell himself to go back inside, but then again, why shouldn’t he ride Lightning? Nick had the horse trained enough to take him out on the range the next day, it wasn’t like he was in much danger of getting bucked off.
There’d be hell to pay if anyone saw him, Jarrod reminded himself as he limped to the gate. Nick and Heath would tell him he was being an idiot and he knew his mother would wish he were still small enough for her to give him a hiding behind the woodshed. But the need to prove that he hadn’t been beaten burrowed into his brain, even though he knew he was being even more of an idiot than he’d been by trying to break the horse in the first place.
Lightning came over when Jarrod bolted the gate behind him. “C’mon, horse,” he said and was happy to see the bay follow. Of course, if he hadn’t, Jarrod’s plan might not work, which would probably have been better. But Lightning trailed him to the corner where he figured he’d have the best chance of climbing onto the animal’s back.
Leaning his crutches against the fence, Jarrod used his arms and his good leg to pull himself onto the second board. He reached out and took a fistful of the dark mane, grabbed the splint on his leg with his other hand and threw it over the bay’s back. A brief thought flickered through his mind, What the hell am I doing? and then he was astride Lightning, who took a few prancing steps that almost dislodged him. “Whoa,” Jarrod murmured softly, his heart racing as he gripped the horse’s mane. Lightning might not throw him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fall off doing something as stupid as riding bareback with one useless leg.
But Nick’s training held and Lightning stopped. Jarrod took a few deep breaths, regained his balance and pressed his thighs against the horse’s sides. Lightning stepped out as asked and Jarrod felt a rush of accomplishment as he guided the horse across the corral.
Lazy clapping came from behind his back and Lightning sidestepped nervously when Jarrod turned in surprise.
“Like I said, Jarrod, you got guts.” Heath gave him a crooked smile as he swung himself over the fence and sauntered over. “Should I saddle up Charger so we can go for a ride?”
Jarrod smiled sheepishly. “Or maybe you could just give me a hand down before Mother sees me.”
Heath chuckled. “Swing your good leg over his neck and slide off. I’ll help you.” Jarrod did as he was told and Heath caught him when he landed. Heath draped Jarrod’s arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around Jarrod’s waist. “Just lean on me, big brother.” With Heath’s help, Jarrod made it over to the fence and retrieved his crutches.
“Would you believe I’m still drunk from this afternoon?” Jarrod tried, not really thinking Heath would believe him.
Sure enough, Heath shook his head. “Nope. No one still drunk would be able to climb onto a horse bareback with a broken leg.” Then Jarrod jumped when Heath squeezed his crotch and breathed in his ear, “But I reckon if you’re feeling up to mounting a horse, you might take a different sort of ride instead.” Blood surged to Jarrod’s groin. “C’mon, the barn’s closer.”
Jarrod followed Heath, who led him to the back of the barn where bales of straw were stacked.
“Let me help.” Heath assisted Jarrod to sit on one of the bales and tucked his crutches out of the way. He dragged another bale over and carefully propped Jarrod’s leg on it before leaning in to kiss him hungrily. “Comfortable?”
“Yep.” Jarrod’s breathing quickened as Heath straddled him and kissed him even more passionately. His hands came up to lace through Heath’s hair as his brother worked his way down Jarrod’s bare chest and he inhaled sharply when Heath unfastened his pants and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Can you lift your hips?”
Jarrod nodded and Heath easily slipped off his pants and boots. Leaning back, he closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensations of Heath’s lips moving up his thigh until they reached his groin and started sucking gently on the soft skin of Jarrod’s scrotum.
Heath’s hands and mouth were suddenly gone and Jarrod looked up to see his brother taking off his own clothes. He eyed the large cock that sprang from Heath’s pants and licked his lips.
“Want some of this, Jarrod?” Heath asked lasciviously as he grasped his erection.
“You better believe it. Let me swallow it all, Heath.”
Heath straddled Jarrod again, standing so his cock was level with Jarrod’s face and slowly inserted it into Jarrod’s waiting mouth. Jarrod moaned in pleasure around the large organ and relished the salty taste of the fluid already leaking from the tip. Heath grabbed onto the back of Jarrod’s head to keep him still as he started thrusting. Jarrod knew wanting to be choked on Heath’s cock was shameless, but he didn’t care. He just tried not to gag as Heath fucked his mouth roughly. Feeling his own cock swell even more, Jarrod braced himself for his climax, but Heath pulled out before that happened.
“I know you’re a shameless slut for my cock,” Heath drawled, his dick trailing down Jarrod’s chest as he moved, “I wonder if you’ll feel the same about my ass.” He got off Jarrod and turned around so his buttocks were in front of Jarrod’s face. “I want your tongue on me, Jarrod.” He reached around, pulled his buttocks apart and pushed against Jarrod’s mouth. “Lick me, fuck me with your tongue.”
Heath’s personal hygiene was impeccable and Jarrod found the smell and taste of him not at all unpleasant. He licked at the puckered skin and Heath’s hands braced against Jarrod’s thighs so he could grind his ass more tightly into his face. Jarrod wiggled his tongue to get the tip inside Heath and was rewarded with a groan from his lover. His own hips started to move as the burn of an impending orgasm built behind his balls, but he was thwarted when Heath tugged on his cock sharply.
“Not yet,” he said, turning again. “We haven’t got to the main event.”
Before Jarrod realized what was happening, Heath had lowered himself onto Jarrod’s lap, still holding his brother’s cock, and Jarrod felt the head of his member push against Heath’s spit-slick entrance.
“Heath…” he gasped and then Heath pushed down and his cock slipped through the tight muscle. “Oh god.” His cock was gripped tightly as it slid further and further into Heath’s hot core and Jarrod was almost overwhelmed by the sensation. He looked up and their eyes locked together.
“Like that, Jarrod?” Heath asked softly. Jarrod bit his lip and nodded, not trusting his voice as Heath started to ride him slowly. “We should’ve done this before, I’m sorry it took so long.”
“S’ok,” Jarrod gasped. “It’s incredible, but I like having you inside me too.”
Heath chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” He leaned back and Jarrod suddenly had the best of both worlds, his cock up Heath’s ass and Heath’s fingers up his. He thrust up to meet Heath and soon they had a rhythm established. The tingle started again at the base of his shaft and then the pressure was released, waves after waves of pleasure overwhelming him as his seed shot up Heath’s ass. He opened his eyes when Heath’s fingers left him and watched Heath finish himself off, groaning again when the hot semen splattered across his neck and chest.
Heath didn’t move off Jarrod’s cock, he just leaned over and licked some of the cum off Jarrod. “I’ve never asked if you mind having me let go all over you,” he murmured. “You know you just have to tell me if there’s something you don’t like.” Then he looked up, blue eyes gleaming. “Or something you do.”
“Heath, you know I’m shameless when it comes to you,” Jarrod told Heath with a lustful look of his own. “I know it’s depraved and completely hedonistic, but I love feeling like a slut with your hot seed all over me. But do you know what I like better?”
Heath raised an eyebrow at the conspiratorial tone. “What?”
“Your cum leaking out of my ass,” Jarrod told him, “or better yet, my ass stopped up with your cum still inside.”
Heath chuckled. “I think I can oblige you there too.” He moved off and Jarrod’s member felt the loss of Heath’s heat. Heath picked up his pants, reached into a pocket and pulled out the carved plug with a wink. “Grabbed it when I came outside, just in case.” Jarrod noticed Heath’s dick already starting to rise again. He caught his breath when Heath swiped at his own ass to gather Jarrod’s semen, rubbing it on his cock before he got down on his knees and penetrated Jarrod with one smooth motion.
“Damn, Jarrod, I love you,” he groaned as he fucked him, much to Jarrod’s surprise. Those three words were some of the last things he’d ever expected to hear from his brother and they brought his own unvoiced feelings into focus.
Jarrod reached up and dug his fingers into Heath’s hips, urging him harder. “Feeling’s mutual, Heath,” he gasped as Heath’s cock hit him just the right way, “I love you too.”
Then their climaxes burst over them and they both lay gasping in the aftermath. Heath pulled his cock out of Jarrod’s ass and slipped the plug in to replace it, kissing Jarrod at the same time. “I’m yours, Jarrod,” he whispered, “as much as you’re mine.”
A strangled sound came from the direction of the door and both men turned to see Nick leaving the barn as fast as his feet would carry him.
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Brothers	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i don't own The Big Valley and make no money from this.

Brothers