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again.
    Flynn shook his head and was pushed back until he fell backward onto the straw. All he could do was lie there and watch how Gable straddled him again. He wanted this, but wasn‟t used to being such a passive participant. In this case, though, it was like with the skittish horses. Let them come to you and don‟t make any sudden moves.
    Gable spit in his hand and coated Flynn‟s cock, then reached behind him to hold it up while he slowly sank onto it.
    For just a moment, it crossed Flynn‟s mind that he was being used by Gable, but that all went away as he felt Gable‟s incredible, tight heat surround him. Part of him was worried that Gable was going to get hurt, impaling himself without any sort of prep and no decent lube, but those thoughts were dispelled too when Gable‟s mouth opened in a rough gasp of pleasure.
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    and hoped that it would be good enough for Gable to want more. Right now, the enjoyment was going to be Gable‟s, Flynn decided. Flynn let his gaze drift from Gable‟s slightly pained but blissful face to the rest of his body. To his chagrin, Gable‟s shirt, which was still buttoned and hung low, now covered their groins, stealing Flynn‟s visual stimulus.
    He didn‟t dare brush it aside, since Gable was just getting into a comfortable rhythm. It wasn‟t until Gable casually gave him a look behind the shirt tails, when he touched his own stomach en route to his quickly hardening cock, that Flynn realized how much the sight turned him on, so he started thrusting, meeting Gable halfway, making him moan.
    Gable‟s eyes were still closed, his face now more relaxed. The pain seemed to have been replaced by pure enjoyment and a wry smile was forming on his face. With his right hand he was slowly fisting himself in time with his rocking motions and his left hand came to rest on top of Flynn‟s, making Flynn realize he was caressing Gable‟s thighs.
    The intimacy of that small gesture, that connection they seemed to be making, was enough to make Flynn‟s passion rise again. Maybe they did have a chance to make this work? Maybe this was going to be repeated?
    Gable sped up his movements and Flynn felt the familiar tightening in his groin, signaling that he wasn‟t going to be able to stop himself from coming. What finally sent him over was the look on Gable‟s face. It was one of total concentration and total surrender to what he was feeling. In that moment, Flynn knew how much Gable had missed this. Flynn thrust up fiercely and heard Gable respond with a deep grunt before he spilled his seed deep inside Gable‟s tight channel.
    Although he was panting hard, Flynn was lucid enough to see Gable‟s desperate attempt to join him, his hand frantically fisting his cock while trying to keep undulating his groin. Flynn barely dared to touch more of Gable, moving his hands to support Gable‟s hips. Just when he thought he wasn‟t going to stay hard enough to continue giving Gable the pleasure he so clearly craved, Gable grunted loudly and his whole body seemed to contract as thick, white spurts of come shot out of his cock and onto Flynn‟s shirt.

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    Gable moved to one side and slumped down on the hay next to him, and lay there panting for a few moments. Then a flash of lightning pierced the sky and lit up the barn. Gable got up and gathered his jeans and boots.
    “Don‟t go yet,” Flynn asked quietly, sitting up next to Gable. He hesitantly touched Gable‟s back.
    “It‟s going to rain and the shotgun is still out there,” Gable responded, equally quiet. “Besides, there‟s a spooked horse running around sporting a training bridle, so we better let him go back to the herd.”
    Flynn knew he wouldn‟t be able to stop Gable. “I‟ll go.” He got up and tucked himself into his jeans again. He was already out the barn door when he changed his mind and returned to where Gable was sitting. He sank to his knees, grabbing the back of Gable‟s head, and pulled him into a blistering kiss before heading out again.

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    Chapter 7

    BY THE time Flynn returned to the barn, the rain had started pouring down, so he was soaked to the skin. To his surprise, Gable hadn‟t returned to the house yet. He was standing in the middle of the walkway between the house and the rest of the ranch, looking up at