Rory's Rock

Chapter 3-1

Chapter 3

The power came back on midweek. Rory was by turns relieved and disappointed. Relieved because he didn’t know how much longer he could sleep in the same bed as Zane and not jump the guy in the night, and disappointed because, well, he wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as Zane any more. Those nights spent with Zane had been nightmare free.

It was still bitterly cold outside and there was little to do on the ranch save make sure the herd was supplied with feed and had access to water that hadn’t frozen over. Not having much to do gave Rory more time to think, and that was rarely a good thing. But with the modem working again, he at least had access to the Internet.

Rory sat in his usual spot of an evening, curled up in one of the huge armchairs near the fireplace, wrapped in an afghan and reading on his newly charged tablet.

Zane, too, was occupying his usual spot in front of the TV, catching up on his sports shows. The restoration of power seemed to have impacted Wayne and Liam the least. They were still at the table in front of the window playing cards, but could now use electric rather than candle light.

There was one other benefit to having electricity once again which they all had taken full advantage of earlier in the evening—the ability to take hot showers. Rory had stood under the spray for at least fifteen minutes, basking in the luxury of hot water. He’d begun to jerk off to visions of Zane. The previous night Zane had taken off his Captain America T-shirt, giving Rory a perfect view of his hair-covered torso. When Zane had gotten into bed he’d pulled a shivering Rory close and had pressed said hair-covered torso to Rory’s back and had promptly fallen asleep, leaving Rory with an erection hard enough to hammer nails. Fearing he’d wake the big man, and knowing he didn’t have anything to clean up with, Rory had resisted the urge to jerk off.

When he’d awoken early the next morning, still with an erection, Rory had grown brave enough to tentatively run a hand through the still sleeping Zane’s thick pelt of chest hair. It had been surprisingly soft and lush and…But before he’d been able to go any further, Wayne had banged on the bedroom door to tell them breakfast was about to be served.

Despite his best efforts, Rory hadn’t managed to snatch enough alone time to jerk off, until the shower.

“You better not have used up all the hot water!” Wayne had said, hammering on the bathroom door.

“s**t!” Rory had muttered. “Be out in a minute!” he’d shouted. Even though he’d been close to climax, Rory hadn’t wanted to rush things, so reluctantly he’d let go of his aching member and had turned the showerhead to ‘cold’ to dowse his ardor. He’d known Wayne would have ribbed him mercilessly if Rory had walked out of the bathroom sporting wood.

Rory checked the time on his tablet—7:47. It was close enough to suppertime. Unwrapping himself from the afghan, Rory went into the kitchen, opened the large Tupperware container and examined its contents. Several large, heart-shaped biscuits, a bag of Hershey’s kisses, and a note.

Put the biscuits on a cookie sheet and warm for 5-10 mins at 400 degrees. Happy Valentine’s, boys.

Barry had signed the note with a red heart.

Rory didn’t need to announce supper was ready; the smell did that for him. Zane of course being the first to enter the kitchen, followed by Liam, with a still damp-haired Wayne bringing up the rear.

Feeling a strong urge to be alone—both to finish what he’d started in the shower and also because he just needed some time by himself to regroup—Rory buttered and quickly ate a biscuit, told the others they could have his share of the candies, and made his excuses before leaving the kitchen.