I am so happy I can see the graphic! Excellent use, Mystery Artist, of the Deadwood cap and the Randy/Em cap. I've seen it before but have no idea why they were dressed like that. Love those sepia tones.
Well, the end first. I *knew* Justin owned that land! *nods*
This was fantastic. So much to love about this fic, hotness, excellent narrative, and humor.
His gaze swept the length of Justin’s body, eyes lingering on the lean torso, the finely muscled legs, the unexpected cock, thick against a golden thigh.
Suddenly, Brian’s horse skittered backwards, whinnying in protest.
Damn. Brian relaxed his legs, relieving the pressure he’d put on the animal and the horse immediately calmed.
LOL Poor horse. ;)
“What does it look like, Mr. Educated Abroad? It’s called leaving,” Justin yelled without turning around.
“There’s a word for men like you,” Brian shouted in frustration.
“Oh yeah?” Justin turned, fists clenched at his sides. “There’s three for men like you! Pompous, arrogant prick!”
and
Miss Lindsay, who had told him she thought the land was owned by someone in Venice. A merchant, if she recalled properly. (That reminded me of Ted's line, "Thank you Arthur Miller" ;p)
omg and Debbie's tits and this, too:
“Who says I want you to suck me?”
“Your cock?”
Justin looked down, and saw it was true. Traitor.
“Go easy on it,” Brian teased. “There’s not many that can resist.”
This gave me a moment's worry:
It was dawn before they finally stopped.
because. Lack of lube in Ye Olde West. *decides they found something safe in the stable to use. Continues with story*
“And you,” Brian said, “can demand that I suck you anytime.”
Watch it, Brian. Giving in like that, you'll be rolling over in no time! ;))