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himself, afraid he would come instantly. He watched as Gable leaned against the side of the house, arm outstretched to hold himself upright, balancing on his good leg, while he pleasured himself. Flynn could easily imagine what Gable would look like if he could help him do that and then it suddenly hit him. He wondered how long it had been since another hand had touched Gable? He didn‟t look like he got around much. Maybe Gable would let him be good to him one day. Maybe.
    Flynn saw Gable buck into his hand and come, thick strands of white cream shooting out of his cock. There was no ecstasy on his face, though; Gable just continued his washing. Flynn closed his eyes, imagining what the older man must look like when he was actually being treated well, being pampered and taken care of. It took only a few movements of his hand for Flynn to feel the rush of his orgasm shooting through his groin as he imagined Gable saying his name.
    When, moments later, he opened his eyes, he saw Gable looking at him as he was drying himself. Flynn‟s heart stopped. He‟d never planned on getting caught.

    9

    Zahra Owens

    Chapter 2

    SEEING Flynn watching him through the back-door window made Gable angry, then quite turned on, despite his little release of tension under the shower earlier. He couldn‟t believe the nerve of the kid.
    Whatever happened to discreetly looking the other way? Then it hit him. Maybe Flynn liked looking at naked men? Gable continued drying off, trying to get that image out of his mind. He couldn‟t go there. They had work to do, and any complications in their relationship would only make things more difficult.
    Difficult because Gable felt they were doing really well. Flynn was a hard worker and Gable liked the fact that he didn‟t have to tell the kid what to do. Any move toward him might make him run, and there was no way he‟d find anyone else as capable. Also, it was clear that managing this ranch on his own was out of the question. His damn leg made sure of that, which was another reason why he wouldn‟t dare gamble on the possibility that Flynn might feel even an inkling of the same lust that Gable felt for him. Why would the kid want a guy old enough to be his father, even if he had two good legs?
    Fully dressed, Gable walked into the kitchen, purposely not looking at Flynn. The smells drifting toward him made his mouth water, though. He‟d already sampled Flynn‟s cooking. Simple stuff, like omelets and spaghetti, which tasted like the restaurant food he used to get in the city, nothing like what he was used to eating at the ranch, but this smelled even better. From the corner of his eye he saw Flynn crouching in front of the oven, looking at the contents. He couldn‟t help but steal a look at that tight little ass in those form-fitting jeans, but he made sure his eyes didn‟t linger.
    “Looks like it‟ll be done in about another five minutes,” Flynn said, not turning around.

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    Clouds and Rain

    “Okay,” Gable answered. For some reason his heart was racing.
    This was ridiculous. Plenty of men had seen him naked. Why was it so weird to know Flynn had? Suddenly he felt grubby, still wearing his work clothes, so he turned around and hobbled upstairs to change.

    FLYNN got up from in front of the oven and turned around. To his surprise, the kitchen was deserted. He‟d expected Gable to be there, ready for dinner, like he had been every night since Flynn had arrived.
    He heard footsteps on the stairs, Gable‟s now familiar limp, and wondered what that was all about.
    Five minutes later, when Flynn was putting the steaming oven dish on the table, he saw Gable enter in a clean pair of jeans and a shirt that looked like it had never been worn before.
    “Is there something to celebrate?” Flynn asked. “You didn‟t have to get all dressed up. This is nothing special, it‟s just lasagna.” Gable shrugged. “It‟s Saturday.”
    “And your mother always made you get dressed up on Saturdays?”
    Gable shrugged again, this time not saying anything. Instead, he pulled the kitchen chair back and sat down, then gave Flynn an expectant look that lasted mere moments, averting his eyes when he realized he was looking directly at him.
    Flynn tried to ignore the awkward shyness his boss often displayed when they were sitting down to eat in the evening. He was just going to have to find a way to make these dinners a bit more relaxed.
    “Want me to do this?” he asked, holding out his