It
didn’t take long to ferret out the items he needed. When the farm’s owner came over to see how he
was doing Wes asked her the best way to prepare the veggies he has chosen.
“What’s
your main course, Wes?” Cindy, the owner, asked.
“Chicken,”
he smiled. “I found a simple recipe for
grilled herbed chicken breasts.”
“Yum,
that sounds delicious,” Cindy said, licking her lips.
“I
sure hope it turns out ok,” Wes sighed.
“I’m surprising Link with it tonight.”
Cindy
patted his arm. “Just remember it
doesn’t have to be perfect, dear,” she cautioned, “that man of yours will love
anything you make because he loves you.”
“Yeah,”
he blushed. “Well, I better get
going. I still have to get into town and
pick up the chicken.”
“Oh,
you’re not going to get a fresh chicken?” she questioned in disbelief. “Fresh will be more flavorful than those
previously frozen ones you’d get in town.”
Wes
looked up in surprise. “Um, I hadn’t
thought about fresh,” he replied. “Where
can I get a fresh one?”
“We
have them here,” Cindy smiled at his question.
“Go on up front and tell Nina you’re getting a chicken too. I’ll bring one out to your truck.”
“Ok,”
he agreed, “thanks.” She moved toward
the back exit and Wes headed to the checkout area. By the time he finished, Cindy was coming
back into the big double door at the front of the greenhouse.
“It’s
in the box in the bed, Wes. Don’t leave
the box in the sun when you get home,” she instructed. “Have a great dinner and let me know how Link
liked it.”
“I
sure will, Cin,” Wes said. “Thanks for all
the help.” He needed to hurry and get
back to their place so when he reached his truck he just glanced at the brightly
colored box. Then he climbed in the
truck, waved at Cindy and backed out of the parking lot.
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Wes
dropped the veggies in the kitchen sink.
Then remembering Cindy’s warning he ran back out to the truck and
grabbed the cardboard box she had placed in the bed of his truck. “What the fuck?” he yelled when the box
jolted out of his hands. “What the hell’s
going on?” The box squawked at him. He grabbed the box, carefully peeled back one
of the flaps and peeked in. “Shit, what
am I supposed to do with a live chicken?” He shook his head wondering if he could
actually kill and butcher it.
Quickly
recovering from the shock of finding a live chicken, Wes carried the box into
the barn and secured his prize in one of the critter cages. There wasn’t time to go back to town for a
dead bird so he returned to the cabin and did a quick search on the internet
for tips on how to kill a chicken. He
found a site and began reading, “The best method and most humane way to kill...cut
the jugular veins…yuck… sharpest knife.” He kept reading, “bleed it…um…
scalding…plucking…no way…remove the head and feet…” Feeling a bit woozy, he stumbled to the
kitchen sink and splashed cold water on his face. Wes grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge
and took a long pull on it. He leaned
against the counter to steady himself.
Lifting the bottle to his lips again he gulped down another mouthful of
the cold water and headed out to the barn.
He twisted the empty plastic bottle into a ball then tossed it into the
recycle barrel. Just a bit nervous and
thinking he should just forget about making dinner, Wes found one of Link’s
hunting knives. He tested it by shaving
some hair from his arm. It was sharp and
would probably do the job.
A
movement in the rafters drew Wes’s attention.
“Hey, Lucky, did you come to watch me pass out trying to kill this bird?”
he asked the raccoon who just chirped at him but didn’t move from the safety of
the big beams.
Wes
returned to the task at hand. He slowly
opened the cage. The hen cackled at
him. He reached in to grab her. She jumped for the open door, squawking as
she beat Wes with her wings. The man
stumbled back and she made good her escape, skittering across the barn. Wes landed with a thud on the floor. He recovered just in time to see Lucky jump
down and chase the hen out the door. Wes
shook his head to clear it and scrambled to his feet following the raccoon. For a split second that old image of a hen
being chased by a dog that was being chased by the farmer’s wife came into his
head. He rounded the corner in time to
see his dinner fly up and land on the roof of the barn. Lucky ambled off into the woods never seeing
the scowl on Wes’s face that was aimed at the pesky critter.
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Link
drove up the lane and into sight of the cabin just as his boy climbed up onto
the metal roofing on the barn. Blinking
in disbelief as Wes inched his way up the slippery slope, he slowed his truck
to a crawl so the noise of the tires crunching on the gravel driveway wouldn’t
startle the younger man. He gasped when
Wes slipped then caught himself on the ridge.
Once Wes had straddled the ridge Link released the breath he’d been
holding.
For
the life of him he couldn’t understand why his normally sensible partner was
perched 25 feet above the ground on the slippery ridge of their barn. Then he saw Wes slowly ease forward and reach
out for something. His heart stopped
when that very something flew off the roof and fluttered to the ground a few
feet in front of him. The copper colored hen began scratching in the
dirt beside the driveway as if she had no cares in the world.
Link
looked back up to his boy. The look on
Wes’s face was a mix of pure terror and shame.
“Wes,” Link called out trying to keep his voice calm, “stay right where
you are.”
Wes
didn’t move.
“Did
you hear me, babe?” Link asked.
“Yes,
sir,” Wes answered, his voice a bit shaky.
“I don’t think I can get down by myself.”
Link
walked closer to the barn but stayed in Wes’s line of sight. “I don’t want you to try, babe,” he
instructed. “I want you to hang on and
stay still. I’ll get you down.”
“Ok,”
Wes answered then added, “I’m sorry, Link.”
“Yeah,
I know, babe. We’ll talk about it after
I get you on the ground.”
“Yeah,
that’s what I’m afraid of,” Wes mumbled to himself.
Link
trotted back to his truck and moved it to the far side of the barn. Then he climbed up onto the cab. Wes watched as Link slowly uncoiled the rope
in his hand and tied one end to the roll bar over the bed of the truck. “Wes,” he said in a calm matter of fact tone,
“I’m going to throw the rope over the roof but I don’t want you to reach for
it. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Link
tossed the rope so that it landed close to Wes.
“Ok, I’m going to go back around to the other side and move the ladder
so just stay still,” he explained. “Do
you understand, Wes?”
Wes
was getting a little annoyed by Link’s tone.
“I told you I understand, Link,” he snapped. “You don’t have to keep asking if I
understand like I’m a two year old. I do
understand and I promise not to move.” He
was sorry as soon as his eyes met the dark eyes staring back at him.
Holding
Wes’s attention for a long minute, Link finally nodded, then jumped down and
moved out of Wes’s sight. Wes heard a
thud as the ladder landed against the lower edge of the roof. Link’s dark head appeared a second
later. The ranger tied the ladder to the
soffit before reaching out for the rope.
He flipped the rope closer to his brat then secured a pair of gloves to
the rope. “Wes, carefully pull the rope
up to get the gloves and put them on,” he instructed.
Wes
did as he was told. “Ok, got them,” he
said, while letting the rope slide back down to Link.
Link
grabbed the rope again. “Good, now hang
on to the rope and slowly ease your leg over the ridge,” he said, “and when
you’re ready, turn on your belly and slowly slide down to me.”
Wes
took a deep breath. “Ok,” he said after releasing
the breath in a soft whistle. “I’m
ready.” He was scared, there was no
doubt about it, but he didn’t know if it was because he was on the roof 25 feet
above the driveway or because of what would happen after his feet touched the
ground. There was no way in hell Link
wasn’t going to see this as putting himself in danger. He rolled over and lowered himself down the
rope into the strong arms of his big ranger.
Link
guided Wes down the ladder. When they
reached the ground, he pulled Wes into a bear hug. “Boy, you scared me out of ten years,” he
whispered, his voice catching as he tried to speak. “What on earth were you doing up there?”
“Getting
our dinner back,” Wes said into Link’s chest.
“You
went on the roof to get the chicken?” Link growled, pushing Wes to arm’s
length. “You risked your life over a
bird that can fly?”
“Well,
yeah, I paid good money for that bird,” the smaller man growled back. “She’s supposed to be the main course tonight.”
Frustrated
and panicked at what could have happened, and more as a reflex to that fear, Link
turned Wes sideways, bent him over and landed several swats to his thighs. Wes barely had time to register the swats
before Link had him upright again. “We
aren’t done with this, young man, but right now I need you to go in the house
and get cleaned up.”
Wes
rubbed at the sting Link’s hand left behind.
“What about you? Aren’t you
coming in too?” Wes whined, tears shimmering in his green eyes.
The
big man wrapped a rough hand around Wes’s neck and pulled him close. “I’ll be
in in a few minutes. I need a little
time to cool off,” Link explained, dropping a light kiss on the wheat colored
head under his beard. “Go on, get
cleaned up. I need to put away the ladder and rope.”
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Stepping
out of the shower Wes looked at himself in their big mirror. He turned to see the rosy color where Link
had smacked his thighs over his jeans.
The red only highlighted how stupid he had been. He didn’t think he had ever seen Link this
upset. Well, at least not when he
himself was the reason. He hated that he
was the cause of the pain he saw reflected in that rugged face he loved so
much. “What in the hell were you
thinking?” he groaned. “It was just a
stupid chicken. Link has every right to
be pissed.” The younger man walked into
their closet and rummaged through his man’s work pants until he found what he
was looking for. Wes carried the soft
leather belt across the room and dropped it on the bed.
Wes
was looking out the French doors leading to the balcony, his back to the room,
when Link quietly slipped through the bedroom door. Dressed only in a pair of briefs, his brat’s
broad shoulders were silhouetted against the brightness of the afternoon sky. One hand rested on the cloth covering his
butt, seeming to almost shield it from what he knew was to come. The older man
scanned the room taking in his belt on the bed.
Sensing
he wasn’t alone, Wes turned to see his top standing at the end of the bed. His green eyes focused on the belt Link held.
He tried to swallow but his dry throat
prevented it. That belt held his
attention as it gently slapped against Link’s large hand. “What’s this, babe?” Link asked, snapping Wes
back to the moment.
“You
need to use it this time,” he said clearly.
He stared into Links eyes almost challenging him.
Link
arched an eyebrow but didn’t speak.
“I
knew better than to go after that stupid chicken. If you hadn’t come home when you did I would
have tried to get down by myself.” Wes confessed. “You would have come home to a big mess.”
“No,
Wesley, you shouldn’t have crawled up on that roof,” Link agreed. “And yes, you are getting a spanking but I
won’t use this belt or any other implement on you.”
“But,
I deserve it. I hate that I hurt you,”
Wes ground out. “I saw the look on your
face when you saw me up there.”
“Are
you done?” Link calmly asked.
Wes
started to say something but changed his mind and only nodded.
“Babe,
you don’t control this. You granted me
the trust to make the call on this. You
do not get to choose if or when I spank you and you really don’t get to choose
what I use.”
“But,
I think I’m gunna need more than your hand this time, T-man.”
‘Well,
let’s see if I can change your mind,” Link said as he sat on the chest at the
end on the bed. He held out his hand and
simply said, “Wesley.”
Wes
slowly walked toward Link but stopped just out of his reach. “Um, maybe, we don’t hav…”
“Now,
Wes,” Link growled, cutting the other man’s words short.
“Ok,”
Wes sighed and stepped closer to the chest.
Eyes focused on the floor, he took the large hand before him and allowed
Link to pull him closer.
Link
tucked his fingers into the waistband of his brat’s briefs and slowly lowered
them. He steadied Wes as the young man
stepped out of them then guided him over his lap.
The
first swat caught Wes by surprise. He
expected Link to ask those questions he loved to ask before he started to spank
or to at least talk to him. “Oomph,” Wes
grunted when the second swat fell harder than the first. The third connected with the top of his right
thigh. “Ahhhhh.” The swats had been slow in landing so Wes
jumped when Link increased the pace and fingertips found the inside of his
upper left thigh with the forth slap. He
tried to squirm off the strong legs under him but Link only tightened his hold. Two more fast swats to his cheeks increased
the burn.
“Crap,”
Wes grunted through clinched teeth. He
flung his hand back to protect his ass even though somewhere in his head he
knew the move was useless. “S..stop, Link, p..please stop.”
Link
caught Wes’s hand and pinned it to his side.
His rock hard hand snapped down three more times and then began kneading
Wes’s tender butt cheeks. “Babe,” the
owner of the hand said, “Do you have any idea what I felt seeing you on the
roof? When I saw you slip, my heart
stopped.” The hand slapped down again.
“O..oh
god, I’m..s..o..ooo..r..ry,” Wes stammered.
“I..I..w..won’t do it again.”
Wes
lost count of the swats and gave up trying to deal with the pain. Finally Link pulled his young man up, turning
him so he was straddling one of the bigger man’s thighs. Wes rested his damp
curls on Link’s shoulder. His arms
wrapped around Link’s back, fingers tangled in the ranger’s ponytail. Wes hiccupped until he got control of
himself. Those big rough hands that had
spanked him only seconds ago, now gently caressed his lower cheeks holding him
in place. “I can’t lose you or see you
hurt, babe. I just can’t,” Link
whispered.
Wes
pulled back to look at Link. He gently
ran his fingers though the soft beard and over Link’s lips. “I really am sorry,” Wes said. “I just wasn’t thinking and when I finally
did I was stuck.”
“Well,
this not thinking before jumping is going to stop,” Link growled. “I love you too much to let it continue.”
“I
love you more, T-man,” Wes whispered.
Each
of those big hands grabbed a cheek and squeezed. Wes flinched but didn’t pull away. “So, tell me brat, do you still think I need
the belt to make a point?” Link asked, top mode clear in the question.
“No,
sir,” Wes answered squirming as his cheeks came to life again under Link’s
hands, “You don’t need anything else.”
Link’s
eyes sparkled. “Well, if you need more
convincing, I can oblige.”
“No,
no, no,” Wes groaned while he shook his head, “I’m so totally convinced. Trust me; your hand is more than enough.”
“Good,
I’d rather do anything else than have to spank you again,” Link said.
Both
men were quiet for a few minutes, just holding each other. Wes finally pulled back again his goofy grin
plastered on his face.
Link
arched his eyebrow again in question, “What are you grinning at, little one?”
“Oh,
I was just thinking that this all started because I wanted to make you a
special dinner.”
“Well,
I’m sorry it didn’t happen, Babe,” Link softly said.
“Yeah, me too,” Wes agreed. “I guess I can heat up some of Mom’s beef
stew for dinner.”
“That
sounds good, babe,” Link agreed. “While
you do that I’ll finish up outside.”
Wes
grinned back at his partner, “Don’t forget to feed Nugget?”
Link
tilted his head. “Nugget?” he
questioned.
“Yeah,
Nugget. I named the hen” Wes
chuckled. “We are keeping her, aren’t
we?”
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