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A Time For Everything	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Shh, Jarrod, I hear something!”
Jarrod froze, teacup in hand. Try as he might though, all he heard was the ticking of the clock in the hall. “Stop being so jumpy,” he scolded his friend as he ran the glue brush around the base of the cup and set it firmly on the saucer.
Brett put the stuck-together cup and saucer carefully in the cupboard. “We are so dead if she catches us.”
“Just like when you covered rice in stove blacking to make her think there were mice in the pantry?” Jarrod teased as he finished gluing the last cup. “Don’t worry, when my brother and I did this the china came right apart when it was washed.” He made sure everything was back the way it had been before clapping Brett on the shoulder. “C’mon, I bet supper’s ready.”
The two law students managed to contain their laughter on the way up the stairs from their landlady’s apartment. Jarrod didn't think Mrs. Campbell was quite the tyrant she seemed; if she was, she would probably root out the practical jokers amongst her boarders and he wondered if she secretly enjoyed the attention. None of their pranks were harmful or malicious, after all; Jarrod was telling the truth of how the fish glue he’d concocted would dissolve in water.
The savoury smell of stew wafted from their apartment. It was Jarrod’s luck that Brett turned out to be a good cook and Jarrod had learned a few things from him over the past several weeks. They spent a companionable dinner together before hitting the books for a couple hours before bed.
Jarrod was in his element. He loved being at the university, debating points of law, discussing the views of the philosophers and basically basking in the company of like-minded people. It wasn’t easy, but Brett was one of those students who just breezed though class and Jarrod owed him for all the help he so readily gave. He did miss the wide-open spaces of his family’s ranch though, and even if his younger brother wasn’t academically inclined, he missed hanging out with Nick.
But as a wadded-up bit of paper landed squarely in the middle of the book, Jarrod smiled. Rooming with Brett wasn’t boring and the devilment they got up to when they had a chance kept him from being too homesick.
“I’m turning in,” he announced, not bothering to volley the paper back, but he knew he’d retaliate later.
Brett sighed and stretched. “Yeah, we do have to be up early for Richmond’s class.”
Jarrod marvelled at how easy they were with each other as they stripped for bed. Not that there was much privacy sharing the small apartment and modesty had long ago been discarded between the two young men. Jarrod tried not to stare at Brett’s bare form, but he couldn’t help a surreptitious glance. Brett’s chest was as smooth as his own, unlike his father and a lot of the men who worked on their ranch. That smoothness carried down to his navel and then light hair trailed down further.
Jarrod quickly crawled under his covers before Brett could notice how his dick twitched at the sight of Brett’s own large package. It was something that he would never admit unless cornered and probably not even then. He liked women and he wasn’t a virgin either. When some of his classmates passed around lewd photographs, he found the images of men and women in flagrante delictoarousing just as they did. But he had to admit that it was seeing a huge cock penetrating a willing partner that got his attention more than the big tits and pert bottoms that the others seemed enthralled with.
Trying to rid himself of the unsettling feelings, Jarrod squirmed under the covers. There was no way he was going to get himself off with Brett right there but he didn’t know how long it was going to take for his erection to subside on its own.
“Something wrong?” came Brett’s voice from his bed in the corner.
“It’s nothing.”
Jarrod heard Brett snort. “Nothing wouldn’t be making you keep me up.” A pillow sailed across the room. “Go to sleep.”
Jarrod wasn’t going to let that go unanswered. The pillow sailed back and Jarrod smiled in satisfaction when he heard Brett’s grunt as it hit him.
“Now that means war.”
Jarrod didn’t have time to prepare before Brett was over at his bed and pounding him with the offending pillow. Scrambling out of the bed, Jarrod dove for Brett’s knees and took him down. The two men wrestled playfully on the floor until Brett pinned Jarrod. Or thought he’d pinned him. Jarrod hooked a leg under Brett’s, managed to flip him and used his weight to hold him down.
That was when he noticed Brett’s cock was as hard as his own and Brett’s hips were pushing it against him. He moved off quickly, breathing heavy and glad it was dark so Brett didn’t see the flush on his face.
“Jarrod, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Jarrod could hear a tremor of fear as Brett’s voice trailed off in the darkness.
Jarrod could believe Brett was worried. He’d known of men who were beat almost to death for daring to be aroused by other men. He hadn’t been brought up that way himself; there was a pair of men working the Barkley ranch who were bunkmates in every sense of the word. They were also two of his father’s best and hardest working hands and when Jarrod found out and approached Tom about it, his father just nodded and reminded his oldest son that there were many kinds of people in the world and to live and let live as long as no one was being harmed.
“Don’t worry about it, Brett. No harm done.” Even if Brett was attracted to him, he’d never made any overtures until this impromptu wrestling match. Jarrod didn’t think his supposed virtue was in any danger.
He heard the sigh of relief and then the hesitant question, “You don’t have any interests that way, do you?”
Jarrod told his twitching cock to stand down, glad that Brett couldn’t see. “Not that I know of.” It wasn’t a lie, he told himself, he truly didn’t know what he was feeling.
“I’ll help you pack in the morning.”
“Why?” The word was out of Jarrod’s mouth before he realized he already knew. Brett obviously thought he wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him after tonight and he decided to keep it light. “Tired of me already?”
“No, I just thought…”
Jarrod scooted over to sit by his friend. “Brett, I don’t go around forcing myself on every girl I find attractive. I don’t think you’re any different.”
A relieved chuckle came from the dark. “Nope, I’ve never forced myself on a girl.”
Jarrod gave Brett a hard jab in the ribs with his elbow. “Funny man.” He stood and helped Brett to his feet. “Good night, Brett.”
“Goodnight, Jarrod. And thanks.”
This time, Jarrod did his best to lie still while the conflicting thoughts and sensations kept him awake until the wee hours of the morning.
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