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Sequel to White Lightnin'
Rating: Adult (Although more story than sex) |
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Heart Strings
by
BmblBee
Part One
SMACK!
"Ouch!" The complaint was muffled, as Spike's face was still deeply hidden in the pillows and blanket.
Standing by the bed with his hand aimed at the wonderful mound of covered ass Xander threatened another swat.
"Come on. Get your lazy big city ass out of bed. Today's the day we go to town. Big doin's. Sell off our furs, stock
up on some supplies and seeds, I'll even take you to the diner for lunch. Just like a first class date. But ain't gonna happen
with you laying there like a dead toad."
The only answer he received was a small hand that came out from under the covers. Aimed in Xander's direction,
the finger crooked, encouraging Xander to bring his warmth and body back to bed.
Xander briefly thought about refusing, then came to his senses and joined his lover for a cuddle and a wakeup.
Draping his larger, heaver body over Spike's he wrapped his hands around Spike's wrists and restrained them over
his head.
Looking down on his partner he still marveled at the changes in him. The months after he had given up the alcohol had done wonders for his color and complexion.
The work on the docks had strengthened and toned his body. His smaller frame was now harder and tighter.
His stomach, once sunken from lack of food and malnutrition had turned rippled and firm.
He was attractive before, now he was absolutely stunning.
Xander could never get enough of him. He was constantly touching him, staring at him, nearly consuming him.
It was a scrutiny that most would have found oppressive and suffocating. Spike thrived and flourished in it. Too much was just enough.
"Damn, you're cold" Spike squirmed and wriggled pretending to refuse.
This only caused Xander to harden and moan. Nuzzling Spike's neck and earlobe, Xander kissed him deeply.
"Then warm me up," he whispered in Spike's ear.
Immediately spreading his legs and bending his knees, Spike chuckled. "No. You'll freeze me up inside."
Reaching under the bed Xander found the lotion and quickly slicked his fingers knowing the cream would only make his hands colder.
Slipping two fingers in Spike's hole, still wet from last night, Xander laughed. "You mean cold like this?"
"AAHHHH!" Spike increased his struggle, laughing even harder.
Xander worked and stretched the opening quickly, so aroused from the wrestling he didn't want to wait. Positioning the thick head at Spike's wrinkled opening, he pushed in.
Gasping, Spike immediately stopped struggling and laughing. He threw his head back and expelled the breath he didn't
realize he had been holding.
"Yes, oh fuck, that's it. Oh God, Xander. Just like that."
Hoisting one of Spike's legs high and rolling him to his side, Xander knew the angle would be just right to hit.....
"Fuck! Right there, Right there."
Xander smiled and let loose. Pounding and thrusting he lost himself in the heat of the body and the erotic litany of "Yes, yes, Oh God, yes"
Xander was right when he knew this would be a quick one. For some reason the first one of the day always was.
Feeling the familiar tingle in his back and groin Xander tried his best to hold off. Shifting his weight to one arm he reached for Spike's cock only to find Spike's hand already there.
Looking down he could see Spike's face already twisting up in the strain of an oncoming orgasm. Jerking, he released spurt after spurt of thick hot cum onto his own belly and hand.
Reacting to Spike's release, Xander relaxed and allowed his own to rush through him.
Holding in place till he had softened enough to pull out easily, Xander dropped down on the bed beside him. "Damn, Spike. Hell of a way to start the day."
The last part caught Spike's attention and he threw back the quilt with a "whoosh" of cold air.
"Hey, It's Friday. The day we're going in town." He leaped from bed, still naked and launched into the "cold feet on the floor" dance that he did every morning.
Xander laughed as he watched him grab for his pants and head out the door for the outhouse. Groaning, he rolled out and quickly began putting on the coffee and starting breakfast.
Xander let his mind wander back over the last month. He still remembered the desolation he felt at returning home alone after his failed trip to the city to find Spike.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door and the man he loved was there. Waiting in his home and in his heart. Just waiting for Xander to come back to him.
It had been the start of the best time of his life.
It had been the start of the rest of his life.
It was amazing how easily they fell into a routine together. Building a life together. Making plans for the future and the cabin.
Together. Always together.
Part Two
Spring time on the mountain was absolute heaven. It was like nothing Spike had ever known. It was a million years and a million more miles away from the isolation and misery of the city.
The nights and early mornings were still cold which he confirmed with a puff of cold frosty breath, but the sunny days were warm with the promise of an early summer.
On their evening walk yesterday Xander had shown him a cluster of Easter lilies that had sprouted in the clearing. He said that was a good sign of a long planting season.
Spike finished quickly and scampered back to the warmth and love of the cabin. Eager to finish his breakfast and clean up after, Spike was thrilled to be going to town.
It wasn't that the town was all that exciting, in fact from what he remembered it was a small town like a thousand others scattered around the state.
It had a diner, post office, bank, general store and an equal number of churches and bars. Probably sharing the same clientele. One on Saturday night and the other on Sunday morning.
And it wasn't that he was anxious to leave the cabin. Although he hadn't since that night just over a month ago when he arrived and Xander took him back.
No, he was thrilled because he knew Xander's collection of furs were the best he had ever trapped and the money would go toward their plans to add on to the cabin. Working together to improve their home.
No longer a weakling, Spike was stronger now. Stronger in both body and mind. He was not the sniveling drunk that had fucked up his life so badly for all those years.
He was a man now and proudly stood beside Xander as his companion, not his patient.
Not his charity case.
Helping with the chores, Spike chopped and hauled the firewood. He reset traps and Xander was teaching him to skin and stretch the hides. He was not a guest. This was his home too. Probably the only real one he had ever known.
He was asserting himself more and even on occasion topped in bed. It was the best life he could ever imagine.
The evenings after dinner were spent together sitting at the table and talking over and drawing up their plans.
They would nearly double the size of their home adding a proper bedroom with it's own fireplace, a small kitchen,
and Spike was still working on him for a bathroom.
"Hey, you gonna stand around and daydream or get cleaned up to go?"
Xander's words shook Spike out of his haze and got him moving. Still cold from the trip outside, Spike dropped his
pants and quickly washed to put on clean ones.
Glancing down at him Xander snickered. "cold outside?" "WHAT?" Spike feigned outrage. Swinging his hips caused
his cock to wiggle and flop dramatically.
"I'll have you know the man I'm with is plenty satisfied with the size of my......personalty. Scooping him off his feet, Xander hugged him tightly.
"Sweetheart you have got the most sparkling personality I have ever known. I love your personality. Now, wash the morning off your personality and get dressed. I'm going out to get the car ready and I'll pick you up in ten minutes."
Spike laughed and did as he was told. It was a task made easier due to Xander having already heated the water and laid out his clothes. Spike just shook his head. How did he get so lucky?
Spike was out the door and leaped down the three steps before Xander had the chance to blow the horn. Jumping into the car, he spared only a moment to relive the shame of what he had done to her.
Amazingly Xander never brought it up or held it against him. One more quick kiss and they were off.
The untraveled lane from the cabin to the main dirt road was in bad shape due to the heavy spring rains. Hanging on to the dashboard, Spike thanked God Xander was the driver he was. Anyone less would have lost control and slid over the side by now.
"We're gonna have to bring some rocks and shovels and repair this lane."
Spike groaned. He knew that meant days of back breaking work.
But self reliance was the life style here. You need something done, get off your ass and do it.
Finally by late morning they slowed to the speed limit and rolled into the posted town limits. Watching the streets they passed, Spike remembered the times he had been here.
The first day he'd passed through without stopping. He followed a government map he had been given with instructions to check all cabins in the county for stills. The car accident had put an end to that quest.
The next time he was sick, hung over and truth be told possibly suicidal. The last time it was dark. The sidewalks had already been rolled in and the residents asleep.
This time it looked like the most exciting place on earth.
Paris?
London?
New York?
Forget them all.
He had Sugarcreek, Arkansas.
Part Three
Immediately upon spotting the "WELCOME TO SUGARCREEK" sign, Xander slowed to the speed limit.
Now that he was no longer running shine he was thrilled to have the opportunity to show off his pride and joy.
He cruised down the main street and smiled at the stares and points of the people he passed. He shrugged helplessly at the open flirting of the young girls for the driver of the smartest car they had ever seen.
Spike laughed at Xander's attempt at humble. He knew what the car meant to him. He also knew Xander had been offered a great deal of money for her by the town's banker, Mr. Anderson who wanted it for his spoiled son at college.
But Xander would never sell. The car meant more to him than just money, and Spike didn't mind the competition for Xander's affection.
Turning the corner onto Main St,. Xander pulled the car, almost comically, into a parking space between an old
Chevy pick up truck and a John Deere tractor.
"Come on hurry up. I want to get in there before a long line starts."
Xander scooped up armfuls of thick lush furs and headed for the general store. He had earlier explained that once a month the buyer sets up in the back room of the store and that was where everyone went to sell their wares.
It was a long tedious process of give and take. The buyer looks over the furs and offers a piddlin' amount of money.
The trapper demands an outrageous amount and then the haggling begins. Back and forth they go till they finally arrive
at the amount they would both have been happy with in the beginning.
Always did seem to Xander like a lot of unnecessary bullshit, but that's they way it has been done for generations, so who was he to question it.
Hustling through the front door Xander led the way to the back. What he saw caused his good mood to plummet.
"Oh hell. Damn Spike, there's already four here ahead of us."
Spike was dismayed. He knew they would have gotten here at least an hour earlier if he hadn't insisted on dragging
Xander back to bed for a morning quicky. Nope couldn't feel bad about that.
"No problem, Love. We'll just wait our turn. I mean how long can it take?"
Somehow the optimism faked in his voice failed to reach Spike's face. Xander laughed.
"Look there's no sense in both of us standing here for this. Why don't you go take a look around town and I'll meet you at the diner for lunch later?"
As much as Spike hated to abandoned Xander to the torture of standing here the thought of listening to these people
bicker of the price and worth of dead animals was just about enough to drive him back to drink.
"Really? You sure you don't mind if I take a bit of walkabout?" Xander laughed as he watched Spike slowly starting to back out of the room.
"A what? No, I don't mind. But I have to warn you there isn't much to see." Xander longed to pull his lover into a hug, give him a quick kiss, something, but knew better.
So with a nod of his head and a wink Xander kept his voice impartial. "Sure, you go on and I'll catch up to you when I'm done."
Spike's heart was touched with the warmth of the wink. It sent all the love it contained, however before Xander could change his mind, Spike was up the aisle and out the door.
The early spring air was cool, but the sun was bright and promised a beautiful day. Spike pulled his jacket close around
his body and looked in both directions trying to decide which way to explore first. He finally turned and strolled off to the left.
He was thrilled to see there was a movie theatre that showed second runs and immediately made plans for future dates.
He knew Xander would be agreeable as long as all their work was done.
He passed the hardware store, paused to look in the window of a shoe and hat shop and wandered on down toward the
town library.
Xander sighed as he watched Spike go. He longed to be with him, but knew this was just too important. This was the money to finance their future. It would fill their larder till planting season could support them, and more than that, this was the money to start the construction on their cabin.
They had gone over the plans a dozen times and both men were anxious to get started. If the weather cooperated and the
next months furs were as high a quality as these, they would be under roof by fall and could complete the work inside over the winter.
As Spike stepped out of sight, Xander turned and groaned as he watched Buck Jackson shake a fist in the furrier's face.
Unfazed the buyer counted out a few bills, tossed them on the table and waited. Thank God Buck picked them up without further bitching and smiled as he double counted and walked away.
Pete King was next. He was eighty years old and had lived every one of those years on the mountain. His furs were the poorest. The buyer knew it and so did Pete. He was coming to the last of his time and was barely hanging on.
Some folks said he had a daughter that lived in Little Rock. She had been trying to coax him to come live with her, but
everyone knew he wouldn't.
Leaving his home would kill him sure. At least this way he would become part of the mountain they all loved, and in the
end who could want more than that?
Xander watched silently as Pete collected the few dollars he was offered.
Thanking the buyer he stuffed the money in the pocket of his worn out overalls, hung his head and shuffled out the door,
his body bent painfully with the ravages of age and arthritis.
Spike had reached the end of the street. Nothing further on but the road leading out of town. He knew it was still too early
for lunch and Xander would not be finished for some time. Looking up the other way he decided to cross the street and
repeat his trek on the other side. The relaxation and luxury of it was heavenly.
Although to be honest the town held very little of interest. A Bank, the library, a few clothing stores, the diner, and an equal number of churches and bars.
Probably sharing the same clientele. One on Saturday night and the other on Sunday morning.
Spike tipped his head back and squinted as he gazed into the clear, cloudless spring sky. He sucked in a cool breath
of clean air and blew it back out.
Rubbing his cold hands together briskly, he darted across the street and resumed his exploration.
Part Four
Xander lifted and dropped his shoulders. He cracked his neck as he tipped his head to each side to relieve the tension.
He had been standing here the better part of an hour and the weight of the bundle in his arms was beginning to feel like
a thousand pounds.
Hattie Miller was next. Her furs were always of superior quality. Hattie could do anything a man could do on the mountain, only usually better.
Xander couldn't say for sure how old she was, but seemed like she had always been there.
He remembered as a child hearing his parents talk about Hattie's first husband getting shot up in the big war. Everybody was surprised when only a few years later, she married again.
Wasn't long before everybody knew she had made a mistake. Hattie knew it too. Probably a good thing she never had
no kids with either man.
Clyde was younger than her, maybe that was the attraction. Couldn't have been nothin' else. Came in from the city with
slicked back hair and a lot of fake charm.
Clyde spent his evenings in the bars and beds of the town's floosies. Everybody saw it.
Hattie knew it too but kept her head high. The good women in town respected that but still gossiped about her ruthlessly.
When she did confront him about his drinking and indiscretions the rows were loud enough to be heard on half the mountain.
Word was that he could fight as well as he could drink, but lord knows Hattie was no slouch in the fist department
either.
Wasn't nobody surprised when he found himself with a knife in his chest after one of those knock down drag outs.
Law looked into it, but didn't nothin' come of it. Legal and illegal is one thing, but right and wrong is not always
that clear.
Mountain justice takes on its own. The matter was dropped and Hattie went on with her life. She never did take on another man.
Xander shifted from foot to foot and watched impassively as she continued to stand firm on her price. Letting his mind wander, Xander smiled as he thought about Spike and wondered what he was up too.
'Wonder if he found anything interesting.' Xander snickered, knowing there was nothing interesting in this small town.
And yet even in the years he was away at college he knew he would return. No matter what happened in his life he would always return.
Turning his back on the haggling going on at the table, Xander looked up the store's aisleway and out the glass front window again wondering where his lover was.
Directly across the street from the general store was one of the town's many run down bars. The Draught House.
Seemed sad in these tough times. Most people had trouble feeding their families, yet there was always money for booze.
Xander felt the familiar stab of guilt as he remembered all the years he had run shine and played a big part in helping to take food out of the mouths of those kids. Spike was always telling him to stop with the self kicking, but it was not that easy.
Then, cutting into his self lothing, something odd caught his eye. Squinting, it looked for all the world like Spike standing
outside that bar.
But the really strange part was the men he seemed to be talking to. Three scruffy good ole boy types. Men that Spike could not possibly have known.
And if it was Spike why the fuck did one of them have his arm around Spike's shoulders? Some of these guys could be
dangerous as hell.
Still, it didn't look like Spike was being threatened. It looked like he was laughing. It looked like they were trying to coax him inside.
"Hey! You here to sell them furs or not? I got people waiting and don't have time for bullshit."
Xander turned quickly to see that it was his turn. "Oh, yeah, sorry." He dropped his bundle on the table while the buyer started sorting them out.
Glancing back he was dismayed to see that the sidewalk was now empty. All the men had either walked away or, God forbid, gone into the bar.
"Hey! I asked you if that price was acceptable."
Xander hadn't heard a word, but knew from the look on the furrier's face and the sparkle in his eye that he was about to
be screwed so he tossed out a general "Fuck you." and went on with his own thoughts.
Maybe it wasn't Spike at all. I really didn't get a good look at him. Besides, what if it was. Spike is a grown man. He can go where he wants, and with who he wants. None of my concern.
'Besides I got too much faith in him to think he'd go drinking again'
Turning back to the business at hand, Xander knew it was his turn to lead in this dance. Snatching up his entire bundle of skins he tossed an evil look at the buyer and started to walk away.
"O.k., O.k. Shit boy. You drive a hard bargain. I hope you appreciate that I'm paying you top dollar for all your furs.
Gonna ruin an honest businessman like me. Costing me money like this."
Xander watched as he counted out an astonishing amount of cash and tossed it on the table. Xander quickly snatched it
up and smiling, counted it again.
"Thanks, Dave. See you next month."
Xander pocketed his riches and headed out to the street. It was still too early for lunch so he might as well get their
other errands done and out of the way.
He looked off to the left towards the hardware store and thought about picking up the nails and construction items they needed.
He considered going back into the general store for the seeds for the planting and collecting their supplies, especially the coffee and flour.
He even considered jumping in the car and running down to the lumber yard at the end of town to place their lumber
order. He knew he had enough money to pay for most of it already.
Xander stood there for a few minutes trying to decide which of those things he would do first. In the end he discarded them all and started across the street.
He headed straight for the Draught house, and he wasn't thirsty.
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