Love Means No Shame - Andrew Grey

trailer. Len hurried out and helped them get Twilight out of the trailer while Geoff got Kirk out and led him to his stall. Len went back outside and closed up the trailer and ran in the house as the sky opened up.
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    In the barn, Geoff removed Kirk’s saddle, blanket, and bridle and patted the majestic stallion’s neck before leaving the stall and putting away the tack. Eli had just finished putting away Twilight’s.
    The rain was pounding on the roof, coming down in sheets. “We should wait here until the rain lets up.” Eli came close. “What should we do ’til then?” He smiled, and Geoff slowly leaned forward, touching their lips together. Eli moaned softly as Geoff deepened the kiss just a little. Eli started to pull Geoff closer, but Geoff resisted, his mind insisting that they needed to go slowly. He pulled back, smiling into that angelic face.
    “It’s letting up. We should go inside.” Putting his arm around Eli’s waist, he led him out of the barn, and they made a dash to the house.
    The rest of the day was wet and rainy. Just before dinner, they put on raincoats and checked on the animals before retreating to the house once more. As the evening wore on, Geoff said good-night and went up to bed, climbing between the sheets, listening to the rain on the roof. He was just dozing off when he felt, rather than heard or saw, the door to his bedroom open.
    “Geoff.” Eli was standing in the doorway, dressed in pajamas.
    Slowly the door closed, and he felt Eli’s weight on the bed as he joined him under the covers. Geoff pulled him close, Eli’s warmth and scent and the sound of his breathing lulling him into a deep, happy sleep. This was what he’d been missing all those years: the closeness, the real intimacy, the sweet thought that Eli was here because he cared, and the love.
    Geoff was such a goner.
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    GEOFF sat in his office, head lost in the clouds, his thoughts on Eli rather than the ledgers and accounts, where they should be. Outside, the early June sun was shining. The windows were open, with a wonderful breeze blowing through the house. He should be content and happy, he really should, but he was miserable. In the last week, he’d picked up a summer cold from somewhere, and the damn thing wouldn’t go away. Len had confined him to the house, and he’d reluctantly agreed because they didn’t need the rest of the crew getting sick as well. Outside he could hear all the farm activity going on around him, and it made him restless.
    A cough wracked his frame, and he closed the ledger and turned off the computer. There was no way he was getting anything done anyway. Giving up on work, he left the office and turned on the television, lying on the sofa in the living room after closing the curtains. All that was on were stupid daytime talk shows, so he quickly gave up, turned the television back off, and dragged himself upstairs to bed.
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    The cool sheets felt good as he climbed into the bed that felt huge without Eli there next to him. Except for the last few days, Eli had been sleeping with him almost every night. He would get ready for bed and come into Geoff’s room, joining him under the covers.
    Eli always wore his cotton pajamas to bed, while Geoff generally wore sleep pants. Every night, they would kiss and hold one another, but Geoff made no move to go any further. That was strictly up to Eli. He’d promised himself and told Eli the morning after he’d first joined him in bed that they’d take things as slow as he wanted.
    Actually, the truth was that the two of them sleeping together this way was probably one of the most erotic experiences of his life.
    He’d had hot, athletic sex with very attractive men—pounding-each-other-into-the-mattress type sex—but nothing was more erotic than this wonderfully warm, kind, sweet, innocent man with a fierce fire just below the surface coming into his bedroom each night to sleep with him, that work-hardened body pressed to his, their skin separated by thin layers of cotton, his scent drifting into Geoff’s nose each time he breathed.
    Geoff’s eyes became exceedingly heavy, and he closed them, drifting into a rough and disjointed sleep. He woke some time later, unsure of what time it was. He could hear people moving in the house, but his room was dark. He’d finally found a comfortable position, so he didn’t move and let sleep take him again. Hell, he was just