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made up for most of that. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, neither of them eager to break the passionate kiss, although they were both struggling to keep breathing.
    Gable‟s long, rhythmical, grinding moves were becoming more urgent and the pitch of his moans was changing too. Flynn could feel the tight muscles in Gable‟s ass cheeks contract and relax under his hands until suddenly Gable pulled his head away from Flynn and, after one strong thrust and a tense shudder, the movements stopped.
    Only moments later, Gable retreated completely and left Flynn behind unsatisfied, getting up faster than Flynn could react. His gait was unsteady, even more so than usual, and he had to hold on to the boards of the corral to make his getaway.
    Flynn got up out of the sand too and, after wiping some of it off his clothes, followed Gable out of the enclosure. He had no problem catching up with him, but Gable pushed him away.
    “Gabe, stop running. Please….”
    “What do you want from me?” Gable barked at him.

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    “A little less aggression every time we get close to each other would be nice,” Flynn answered, equally sharply.
    Gable had to hold on to the barn door to keep on his feet. “What do you want me to say? That you made me come in my pants? That I would have preferred it if you‟d fucked me instead of that…” he pointed in the general direction of the corral, “… that thing we did there? Is that what you wanted to hear? Or did you want me to beg you for it? I‟m not like your fancy friends from the city, who know all the right words to say. I‟m just….” Gable‟s voice turned from harsh and hurting to quiet and defeated during his rant, and Flynn didn‟t know what to do when he saw Gable give up like that.
    “I don‟t need to be courted, Gable.”
    “I was scared that you‟d been hurt,” Gable admitted, his eyes pinned to some unmarked spot on the ground. “I told you not to train the horses alone. Anything could have happened. You could have fallen off and been dragged along. That horse could have seriously hurt you.”
    “I‟m fine, Gable,” Flynn repeated his earlier words as he moved closer to Gable. He was still hard and horny, still unsatisfied, although he knew that Gable was probably no longer in the mood for anything.
    To his surprise, Gable pulled him closer again, and this time the kiss was more loving, less aggressive.
    Gable continued kissing him while he pushed Flynn inside the barn.
    Flynn liked the forwardness and near-violence of Gable‟s kisses, although it cast doubts on Gable‟s earlier admission that he was a bottom. Then again, maybe Flynn was just drawing this conclusion based on the way city guys behaved, and Gable had made it clear that he had next to no experience with those kinds of people.
    Gable stopped moving Flynn backward when the back of Flynn‟s knees hit the bales of straw stacked in the corner. To Flynn‟s surprise, Gable turned them around so that he could sit down on the straw and pull Flynn forward before making swift work of unbuttoning Flynn‟s jeans, so he could release his still straining cock. Flynn let out an audible sigh as Gable‟s mouth wrapped around his erection, and there was no mistaking that Gable enjoyed what he was doing.

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    “Oh fuck,” Flynn sighed. He wanted to grab Gable‟s head and aid the man‟s movements, but then retreated, feeling it might be too much and the last thing he wanted was for Gable to stop. He eventually settled for resting his hand lightly on Gable‟s shoulder. This helped to steady him and prevent him from following the demand of his body to thrust into Gable‟s mouth.
    Just when Flynn thought he would no longer be able to hold off coming, Gable stopped and let go of his cock. He didn‟t talk, simply looked at Flynn and pulled a bale of straw down so that there were four standing together in a square. He got up and grabbed a horse blanket off a peg, then threw it over the straw and started taking his boots and jeans off.
    Flynn didn‟t know what Gable wanted from him, so he simply stood there, unable to keep his eyes off Gable‟s bandaged foot, his sinewy, slightly asymmetrical legs, and his half-hard cock.
    “Do you want me…?”
    Gable pressed his finger against Flynn‟s mouth and then replaced it with his lips.
    “I‟ll stop if you tell me to,” Gable whispered after turning Flynn around until he was standing with his back to the bales