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A Small Price To Pay	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jarrod woke up and, for the first time in days, didn’t wish he were dead. He still felt awful, but the cramping in his belly had eased and his heart didn’t feel like it was going to burst out of his chest with every beat. Taking a shaky breath, he unfolded his body from its curled up position and stretched his aching muscles. His nose wrinkled as he caught a whiff of stale sweat and other odours he would rather not identify. The first order of business was a good wash, he told himself, and since he finally felt hungry, a good meal after that.
Jarrod swung his legs over the edge of the bed but paused when a wave of dizziness washed over him. As he waited for the room to stop spinning, he heard noises coming from the other room. It sounded like someone doing something at the stove and Jarrod felt guilty for what he’d put Heath through the past several days. He didn’t remember everything, but he could clearly recall his brother holding him through bouts of pain and nausea, not letting him go even when he got verbally abusive, demanding Heath let him leave and find more morphine. Jarrod’s face burned with shame as he remembered the names he’d called Heath, and vowed he would tell and show this man who stuck by him how much he was appreciated and how much he meant to him every chance he got.
Dragging a hand over his face, Jarrod got up, found a pair of drawers and put them on before walking slowly to the main room. Heath must have heard him, since he turned and gave Jarrod a grin.
“Glad to see you up and around.”
Jarrod returned the smile with a faint one of his own. “Glad to see you’re still talking to me,” he replied, only half in jest.
“I’ve heard worse. And I reckon you weren’t really yourself.” Heath gestured with his head towards the door. “There’s some water out in the lean-to if you want to wash up. Should still be warm and I’ll have this soup ready by the time you’re done.”
“You read my mind,” Jarrod told him gratefully, still guilty but relieved Heath seemed to understand that he never meant any of those hurtful words. The water wasn’t hot, but it was warm enough and he felt almost human again once he’d practically scrubbed himself raw. Returning to the table, a delicious scent assaulted his nose from the bowl set in front of him and Jarrod was happily surprised when he tasted its contents. “Your soup is almost as good as Silas’,” he complimented.
Heath grinned as he sat down with his own lunch. “That’s ‘cause it is. Nick came by while you were sleeping and brought some supplies. I told him you were doing okay and we’d be back sometime in the next couple days.” He raised a questioning eyebrow.
Jarrod nodded. “I think the worst is over,” he confirmed and then sighed. “At least, I hope so.”
“Back to bed after lunch,” Heath informed him, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re still pretty pale.”
Jarrod didn’t intend to argue. Even though it felt good to be up and around, he was exhausted after the little exertion he’d done. “As long as you help me make up the bed with some clean linens,” he said, remembering the sad state the bedding had been in. Now that he was clean, he had no desire to lie back down on those sheets.
“You bet.”
There was a lot unsaid between them, Jarrod knew as they made short work of the soup and the fresh bread that came with it, lingering over the last of the coffee. His mind kept returning to what happened that day at the pond and wondered how or if he should bring it up. Heath had touched him without hesitation and Jarrod’s cock twitched at the remembered feeling of that touch. It was likely just a moment of pity, Jarrod told himself. They were still brothers after all and it wasn’t something likely to be repeated, no matter how much he yearned to be with Heath again. He sighed.
“Something on your mind?”
“Nothing important,” Jarrod replied with a dismissive shake of his head. “Just tired.”
Heath pushed back from the table. “Reckon I can help you with that.” Jarrod followed him into the bedroom and together they stripped the soiled linens off the bed and replaced them with fresh. “Want some company?” Jarrod looked up at the soft drawl as he pulled off his drawers. To his surprise, Heath’s eyes held a certain yearning. “I’m sorry if I took advantage of you back at the pond and I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. But I meant what I said. I’d imagined being with you before and since then, it’s been hard to get the taste and feel of you out of my mind.”
Jarrod’s cock started to fill at Heath’s words. “I do want you, Heath. God help me, but I do,” he admitted, his voice slightly unsteady with the strength of his longing.
Heath’s expression turned to one of relief but it soon changed to undisguised lust. He quickly took off his clothes to display his own obvious desire. Jarrod hadn’t seen his brother naked before and the large cock jutting proudly from the thick hair on his groin both aroused and intimidated him. If Heath wanted to truly fuck him, could he…? Jarrod pushed the thought away. Heath wasn’t Jordan and besides, he owed Heath so much. It wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice to let him use his body and from the sensual touch he remembered, it might not be any kind of sacrifice at all.
Heath pulled Jarrod close when they got under the covers, hands roaming over back and buttocks, and Jarrod took the initiative to run his hand through the nest of curls between Heath’s legs. He gently rolled Heath’s balls between his fingers, eliciting a low moan, and Jarrod had a pang of regret when he mentally compared his maimed body with Heath’s perfect one. That was, until he reached around to touch Heath’s back and encountered a rough ridge that was obviously a large scar. He remembered Heath telling him about being whipped in Carterson and realized he and Heath had more in common than he’d originally guessed.
But Heath didn’t seem discomfited at Jarrod’s touch. He just kissed and nipped at Jarrod’s shoulder as he reached down and took Jarrod’s cock in his large hand, pushing it up against his own hard shaft and stroking them together. A rush of pleasure raced through Jarrod at the contact and he started to move his hips, thrusting against Heath. The pleasure intensified until it became almost unbearable and it wasn’t long before they were both coated in the sticky heat of a mutual climax.
“Sorry if the sheets are messy again,” Heath murmured against Jarrod’s neck and Jarrod chuckled.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.”
Heath replied by wrapping Jarrod tightly in his arms. “Get some sleep,” he ordered gently, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Heath listened to Jarrod’s breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep. It had been a rough… What was it? Five, six days? He was glad he’d taken Jarrod away; he couldn’t imagine Victoria or Audra having to deal with what their son and brother had to go through. But it was over, at least the immediate struggle. It was still going to take time before the demon was completely off Jarrod’s back, but his brother was strong and Heath had no doubt Jarrod would come out on top.
That last though made Heath grin wryly. He wouldn’t complain if Jarrod wanted to be on top and from what had just happened, it was certainly within the realm of possibility. He wasn’t sure what sort of experience Jarrod had with the physical side of a relationship with a man, other than what he admitted to have suffered at Hannibal Jordan’s hands. Sometimes though, you had to realize pleasure could be given before you could give it yourself and being a patient man, Heath was willing take things as they came and drifted off to sleep with a light heart.
When Jarrod woke, he was more rested than he’d been in a long time. Heath was spooned up against his back and as he moved closer, Heath’s arm tightened around his chest. Jarrod sighed with a contentment that had long been absent. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the love and support of people he trusted in his life, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed the kind of physical intimacy that he’d just shared with Heath. Again he experienced a twinge of panic and ruthlessly pushed away the desire for a shot of morphine to dull the anxiety. He was here with Heath because his brother was worthy of his trust; he knew Heath would never hurt him and if Heath wanted to take that intimacy to its inevitable conclusion, he would readily submit.
If as in answer to his thoughts, something hot and hard started pushing against his backside. Jarrod held his breath, wondering if Heath was awake and if what he’d been contemplating might happen if or when he was.
“Morning,” came the voice from behind him, “or evening most likely.” Heath’s hand moved lazily over Jarrod’s stomach, circling lower and lower until it brushed his groin. His hard cock pressed into the crease of Jarrod’s ass and Jarrod shuddered in nervous anticipation. “What do you want, Jarrod?” Heath whispered into his ear as his hand stroked his growing cock. “Just tell me and I’ll be happy to oblige.”
“I… don’t know,” he replied hesitantly. “I want to please you, Heath, it’s just…”
“Jarrod, I ain’t going to ask for anything you don’t want to give.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” and Jarrod realized he did want to give that to Heath. It was just… “It just hasn’t always been good.”
The rumble of Heath’s chuckle was comforting. “I’ll always make it good,” he drawled, “trust me.”
Jarrod did trust him, but when Heath kissed his way down Jarrod’s spine, Jarrod had no idea what he was up to until he felt the hot breath as Heath parted his buttocks. “Heath,” he started to protest, but was cut off by the thrill of pleasure when Heath’s tongue circled his hole. A hand snaked between Jarrod’s legs to play with his scrotum as his mouth worked Jarrod’s ass, the tip of his tongue entering and licking the sensitive tissue. “Oh, god.” Jarrod pushed back to get more contact and Heath’s tongue was joined by an insistent finger that probed and then slipped inside. It curled and when it found the right spot, Jarrod gasped at the pleasure.
Then Heath’s mouth and the finger left as Heath got up. “Don’t move,” he said as he left the room.
Jarrod took a deep breath to settle his nerves and again wished for some morphine or even a spoonful of laudanum. No, he told himself firmly, you don’t need anything like that. Just trust him.
Heath returned with a small tin Jarrod recognized as lard and desire flared as he watch the blond coat his large cock. Heath crawled back into the bed and gently nudged Jarrod onto his belly. Again his hard cock slid between Jarrod’s buttocks. “I’ll stop whenever you ask,” Heath told him, but Jarrod was determined not to ask. A quick flash of pain and before he knew it Heath was inside, thrusting slowly. Even though it was the same act, Jarrod quickly realized it was different from all the other times. Heath wasn’t rutting with him for his own pleasure and he shivered in delight when Heath’s hands slid down his arms and grasped his fingers in an intimate gesture. He started to push back into the thrusts and Heath moved with him to take him even further. Jarrod worked his hand beneath his body to stroke himself at the same time.
“That’s it,” Heath muttered as they picked up the pace. “I want you to cum, Jarrod. I want you to cum for me before I take my own pleasure.” Those words that echoed his own thoughts were all Jarrod needed to take him over the edge; he cried out when his seed smeared against the sheets and his belly as his muscles involuntarily clenched around Heath’s cock. Heath drove harder and soon Jarrod could feel him pulsing as he reached his own climax.
“I never knew it could be so good,” Jarrod whispered when he caught his breath. Heath rolled off and pulled Jarrod to him.
“To be honest, I prefer it that way,” Heath said to Jarrod’s surprise, “when I’m the one being fucked, even though the other way around’s nothing to complain about either. Reckon you could oblige me next time?”
Jarrod was momentarily speechless. That certainly wasn’t something he expected to hear and even though he’d just climaxed, he felt a nudge of interest from his cock. “Oh, I think that could be arranged,” he finally said.
“Good.”
They basked in the comfort of each other’s bodies for a long while. Heath eventually propped himself up on one elbow. “How are you doing?”
He knew Heath wasn’t really asking about how he felt after the fabulous sex. Searching himself, Jarrod knew the burning need for the drugs was finally absent, but there was still a lingering desire for the warm euphoria the morphine brought. “I still want it,” he admitted. “I don’t need it, but…” He sighed. “It’s gonna be hard.”
Heath’s fingers brushed the hair at the nape of Jarrod’s neck. “Yes, it is, and I’m glad to hear you know it, too.” Then his lips grazed Jarrod’s ear. “Maybe I can help keep you distracted.”
Jarrod chuckled. “That shouldn’t be hard.”
“Well, maybe it should be,” Heath teased and Jarrod’s cock reacted. “It’d be kind of difficult for you to do me if it wasn’t.” That got the obvious response and Heath reached over to grab the tin of lard. “Let me help you with that,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Taking a generous amount on his fingers, Heath slowly stroked Jarrod’s cock to its full size.
“That feels incredible,” Jarrod groaned and Heath grinned.
“And this ain’t even the main event.” Heath rolled onto his back and spread his legs. “I’ve got something more incredible right here.”
Jarrod moved in between Heath’s bent knees. “Are you sure?”
“Damn, Jarrod.” Heath’s eyes caught Jarrod’s in an intense gaze. “I want you to fuck me so hard we’ll have to stay an extra day before I can sit in the wagon.”
Jarrod nodded and grasped his slick cock, lining it up with Heath’s entrance. He met resistance as he pushed and hesitated.
“Just shove it in, Jarrod,” Heath breathed, “as hard as you can.”
Taking a deep breath, Jarrod did as he was told and his cock was instantly engulfed in the most exquisite heat. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he paused to get used to the tightness.
“That’s the point,” Heath groaned. “Now I’m sure you can do better than that.”
Jarrod pushed in further before he pulled out most of the way and then snapped his hips forward, making Heath moan as he reached down to stroke himself. It had been so long since he’d been the one doing the fucking that he started to lose control and began slamming into Heath’s ass as hard and fast as he could. His vision started to blur as waves of pleasure washed over him harder and harder, the pressure built behind his driving cock and he let out a guttural moan as he exploded. He kept pumping with small, short thrusts as more of his seed was deposited in Heath’s ass and then he suddenly felt drained. Sitting back on his haunches, Jarrod’s cock slid out of Heath’s hot tightness. He opened his eyes as he drew in a shaky breath, worried that he might have hurt Heath, but his brother’s stomach was coated with milky strands of cum and his face held a blissful expression.
Jarrod lay down and pulled Heath into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Heath’s blue eyes opened a crack. “Hell, no. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. I hope you’ll be up for that again.”
Jarrod flushed with embarrassed pride. “Just not anytime soon. I don’t think I have anything left.”
“Nope, likely not,” Heath agreed with a chuckle, “if your climax was anything like mine.”
They relaxed in each other’s arms until Heath finally stretched and said, “Don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Leaning over, he surprised Jarrod with a soft kiss on the lips. “Glad your feeling better.”
Jarrod watched as Heath pulled on his pants and left the room. His scars would never leave him, he knew, but he also knew that with his brother's help, he’d finally be able to heal.
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