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  Table of Contents

  Sanding Off the Edges by BA Tortuga

  Upside Down by Dallas Coleman

  Acting Out by Julia Talbot

  Contributors’ Bios

  Sanding Off the Edges

  BA Tortuga

  There were days that it wasn't worth chewing through the restraints. He fucking knew that, should've taken the hint when he woke up to the motherfucking hot water heater pouring water into the goddamn garage. Then the master cylinder went out on his work truck, one of the geldings came up lame, and his goddamn sister fell out in the barn and broke her elbow.

  Jack pushed the door to the Oasis open with a growl, just praying he'd made it in before they started charging cover. He had enough for six beers.

  Six.

  If he didn't have to pay cover.

  Jamie Lynne was working the door and she smiled at him, looking a whole lot like the entire fucking universe had already got a run-down of his day. “Hey, Jack, honey. No cover. Go on in."

  "Thanks, Jamie. Anybody good in tonight?"

  "Um. Deke is, you want to see him. He's at the bar, nursing some kinda sore."

  "Yeah?” Great. Deke could be as mean as a bear with a sore paw, if he'd had a bad day. Still, they'd been buds for nigh on fifteen years. Maybe they could drown their sorrows.

  He wandered in, nodding to Buck and Barb, to Lena and them two piece of shit men she bunked with, heading straight for the bar where Pansy was slinging suds.

  "Well, hey, Jack. What can I do you for?” Pansy asked, smiling a little.

  "Hey, Miss Pansy. I need me a beer in the worst way."

  "You got it.” She pulled a longneck out and popped the top, handing it over. “You want me to just run you a tab, mister?"

  "Yeah. I got a twenty. Don't let me go over.” He sucked it down, letting the cold brew smack into his belly.

  "You bet. Fifteen for you, and five for me.” She winked and moved on down the bar. Where Deke was sitting, staring at his beer.

  Jack waited until Deke met his eyes, then he nodded once, just to see if Deke wanted company.

  Deke chuckled, climbing off the barstool and heading down to sit next to him. “Hey, J. How's it hanging?"

  "Been a shit day, buddy. You?"

  "Same here. Same here.” Deke nudged his elbow. “Better now."

  "You know it.” Man, Deke was looking fine. “It was come here and drink or go to Dallas and pick a fucking fight."

  "You know, we could still go.” Winking, Deke settled harder on his stool. “So what's your sob story?"

  "Work truck is broke. Hot water heater's broke. Jill's elbow's broke.” He rolled his eyes. “You?"

  "No job.” Sighing, Deke rolled his neck. “The Wilsons are selling out. Laid me off.” Damn. The Wilson place had been around a long time, and Deke had worked up to managing their breeding program.

  "Oh, fuck.” Still, selling out meant selling stuff and stock and semen and shit...

  "Yeah.” Deke grinned wryly. “I don't have enough savings after buying my truck to do shit, either."

  "Man, that's shitty. I. I guess I ought to go see what all they got that I might need. God knows I need something fresh and new."

  "Yeah. You know they'd cut you a good deal.” The Wilson's were good folks, for sure.

  "What about you? You gonna find another spread?"

  "I dunno.” Deke shrugged, sucking back the rest of his beer, tanned throat working.

  "Well, there you go.” Damn, this sucked. Rocks.

  "We're a pile of misery, huh? Wanna go for a ride? ‘Fore we get too drunk?"

  "You know it. I'm all about the ride.” He finished his beer, nodded to Pansy, and grinned.

  Pansy sighed, coming over to settle them up. “You just didn't want to have to leave me that big a tip, huh?"

  "Blame him. I'm innocent."

  "Uh-huh. I'd believe that, except not."

  "Oh, now, don't get me in trouble with Pansy,” Deke said. “I'm in here way more than you. Come on, man."

  "I'm right behind you.” He followed that tight, fine ass all the way out of the bar, boot heels clacking on the cornstarch.

  Deke led him out once they got their change, heading right for that big dually, keys jangling. His cock was trying to tell him that he liked the view, liked the way things moved in tight denim.

  They got settled in, Deke heading out, wandering off the main road onto a ranch road and just gunning it. Jack leaned back and just went with it, the wanting in the pit of his stomach getting heavy, hard. He needed him some of this.

  Deke glanced over, his dark eyes all but glowing in the low light of the dash. “You needing to take an edge off, buddy?"

  "I got a couple. You?” He figured Deke needed a fucking sanding.

  "Jesus, yes. I need a complete overhaul. I'm rough as a cob.” That second look was hot as hell.

  "I can work with that.” He reached over, fingers trailing along Deke's seam. “I can fucking work with that."

  "Good. Anywhere particular you want to go? God knows, I don't want to go back to the bunkhouse, and I bet you don't want to go home.” They'd go home sometimes, but a lot of times they just hit a Motel 6.

  "Let's go down the road a bit, there'll be a hotel near Royse City.” It'd be close enough to be easy, but not close enough to get caught. Besides, they could tear each other up and no one'd know.

  "There you go. There's beer in the cooler in the back.” The king cab was nice for that. The old Chevy Deke'd had used to have a cab through, and he'd damned near lost his arms more than once reaching into the bed for a bottle.

  "Fucking A. You want one now?” He dug himself out a bottle, hissing a little at the ice.

  "Yeah, if you would.” Deke liked a little lubrication on their adventures, but he never got to where he couldn't drive.

  He popped the top off the one, handed it over, then fetched him another.

  "Thanks, man.” Deke drove and sipped, going way too fast, only slowing down when they hit the Sheriff's hot spots. Finally they found a Super 8, Deke pulling in and putting it into park.

  "I'll go in and get the key.” He slipped out of the truck, stealing one more grope before he got out. Man, they needed to grate the damned lot, it sounded like he was walking on popcorn.

  Time he got back, Deke stood out in back of the truck, the cooler and their little kit bag pulled out. There was a bulge in those jeans that said their day was about to improve.

  "Bottom floor on the end.” They liked it that way—less company, less chance of getting heard, a little more space to tear it up.

  "You got it.” Ass swinging, Deke led the way, letting him grab the cooler. Goddamn. He'd already admired that view once tonight. It got better all the time.

  He walked and watched, head moving with the swing and sway of Deke's hips.

  God. Damn.

  "You coming, man?” Deke asked, smiling over his shoulder. That asshole knew.

  "I sure as fuck hope so.” He just muttered it under his breath, cock hammering against his fly.

  They got into the room and dropped their stuff and Deke was all over him like white on rice, lean body wra
pping around him, both arms and one leg holding him hard. Their lips crashed together like a rock and a hard place, both of them moaning with it as their teeth clacked. Oh, hell yes.

  Deke pushed him up against the wall, making the mirror on the fake wood dresser shake, tongue thrusting into his mouth. Hungry. Deke was so damned hungry. Part of him wanted to make it better, but a bigger part of him wanted to push, to have Deke eat his ass up.

  "Kiss me, Jack. Please.” Oh. Oh, yeah. He could do some more kissing.

  He held Deke's head, tilting that man until he could push his tongue in deep, take those hot lips until they bruised. Deke clutched at him, humping his hip, just going to town. Too fast. Hell, the man would come in his jeans in a heartbeat, they weren't careful.

  He grabbed Deke's belt and tugged, loosening it and slowing Deke down in one motion.

  "Oh. Yeah.” Backing off a little more, Deke worked at their clothes, stripping them down. Those big, rough hands were all over him, slipping and sliding.

  He managed to get one hand around Deke's cock, admiring the way that it looked with his fingers wrapped around it, moving, sliding, working the tip.

  "God. Jack. That's ... Damn.” Deke clutched at him, holding him close, lips on his throat. “Yeah."

  "Yeah. Start with this fucking edge, then we'll find another one and another.” He kept touching, jonesing on the pleasure of it.

  "Okay. Okay, yeah.” One of Deke's hands closed around him in return, pulling hard, thumb working under the head.

  "Fuck. That's good.” He dipped his head, biting Deke's shoulder a little.

  "Uh-huh. I ... Oh.” That dark head fell back, Deke offering up a long, tanned throat.

  "Yeah, cowboy.” He took it, too, licking and nipping, nuzzling into the curve and licking that salty skin.

  "Harder.” Hips pushing, Deke urged him on, panting and squirming. So hot for him. Damn.

  "Pushy.” He laughed, bit again and got his other hand on Deke's tight little ass, pushing them tighter together.

  "I am. I swear, J, I been waiting to see you.” Deke could be toothy, too, really giving him what for, leaving a bruise on his collarbone.

  "We shouldn't wait so goddamn long.” He wrapped his forefinger and thumb around Deke's cockhead, tugging nice and slow.

  "I know. I ... Goddamn.” Those almost black eyes went wide and hot, Deke's hips thrusting hard as the man came all over his hand.

  "Mmm. One edge down.” His strokes got slower, thumb sliding nice and easy.

  "Jack.” Leaning hard on his shoulder, Deke panted, hands patting him. “You got a hard edge you need sanded off?"

  "You fucking know it.” Deke was the one he needed to keep him well-sanded. “Come on, now. Touch me."

  "I got you, buddy.” That hand closed around him, the other sliding behind to cup his balls, and he could tell when Deke got his wind back, because it went double time, all of a sudden.

  His went up on tiptoe, rocking back and forth all of a sudden, caught right on up, need riding him hard.

  "Come for me, man. Then you can have my mouth.” Oh. Deke's mouth was heaven. Really.

  "Deke.” He bit back his cry, balls emptying at the thought of that tongue on his cock.

  "Oh. Look at you.” Deke had that sleepy-eyed, gonna settle in all night and love on you look. It worked. It really did.

  "Mmm.” He leaned a little, humming some. “That was a fine fucking edge."

  "You know it, buddy. Wanna have a beer and some snacks and contemplate what we can take off next?” That grin was just wicked, and just what he needed.

  "Fuck, yeah.” His laugh just sorta pushed out of him, pure-D happy, even after his day.

  Sometimes a man just needed a little rest and relaxation with a good friend. Jack couldn't wait to see what they got up to before the night was through.

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  Deke woke up feeling bruised and sore and raw and a damned sight happier than he had been the night before. He rolled over, his elbow hitting Jack's shoulder, and he grinned when he saw the hole in the wall next to the bathroom. Lord, lord, they'd been wild.

  Good thing he thrived on wild, at least when it came to Jack. He'd had other fellers, but they'd all wanted coddling. Jack never did. Jack grunted and rolled over, a lurid bruise on that fine ass, dark and swollen. Damn. Damn, he left teeth marks.

  That was sorta sexy.

  Bending, Deke kissed Jack's butt, feeling a little dirty, what with the bright light coming through the gap in the curtains and all.

  "Mmm. Man, we had a night, huh?” Jack turned around, one eye black, a big-assed hickey on his throat, grinning from ear-to-ear. Jesus. Hopefully he looked as good.

  "We did, man. I swear, I thought I was going to get rug burns on some bad places.” Deke put a hand down, just to check and make sure he hadn't.

  Jack's hand beat him to it, fingers brushing his balls, rolling them sweet and easy. Oh. Oh, that was a good tender.

  His whole body drew up tight, a protest almost bursting from him, but then it turned good and Deke just moaned. “Morning."

  "Mmmhmm. You want to see if we can handle the short-go?” Jack's lips were swollen, damned near bruised, but so fucking hot on his skin.

  "Uh-huh. I do.” If his privates were sensitive, Jack's had to be screaming, but the man was up for another go, so Deke was, too.

  Jack turned, tongue just barely stroking his shaft, hot and slick and fine.

  "Oh, Jesus fuck, man.” His hips rose up like hands in church, his cock going zero to sixty in no time.

  "Yeah. No edges. Just a nice, little ride."

  Jack took him in, not even really sucking, just wrapping him up in fucking soft, hot lips.

  He reached down and stroked Jack's hair, his other hand turning those lean hips so he could get a better angle with his own mouth. This so worked. Just a nice hello and good morning. Jack smelled like sex, like him, and that was hot as fuck.

  That heavy prick weighed on his tongue, hot as the blazes and damn fine, as square and stocky as the man himself, brown curls at the top tickling his nose. The taste was all decadent and hot. Licking at the underside of Jack's prick, Deke pulled his lips up and down, sealing them just tight enough to feel.

  Those callused hands worked his legs, pushing into bruised muscles, into places that got worked like nothing going, just the night before. He was gonna melt. Before he did, though, he'd grab Jack's ass and massage some, nice and easy. Yeah, feel those muscles.

  He had his cheek resting on one thick old thigh, the skin on the inside silk-soft and fine as you please. Sensitive, too—Jack moaned around his cock as he touched it.

  Pushing a little harder with his hips, Deke sucked a little more, fingers pressing and stroking, finding the most tender spots. He needed a little more, a little harder, so he figured he'd just lead by example. Just like clockwork, Jack heard him, tongue pushing into the slit of his cock, almost fucking him there, but managing not to hurt. Goddamn.

  Moaning around Jack's cock, Deke started humping harder and harder, knowing Jack would stop him if it got too much, too deep. His balls were screaming, the skin feeling three sizes too tight, but he couldn't stop to save his life.

  Jack's hips were pumping, moving in short, little jerks like Jack couldn't bear to lose his mouth. His hands slid under Jack's butt, cupping and pulling, urging Jack to take what he needed. Jack sucked him down to the root, swallowing around him, the pressure just damn near unbearable, so good it hurt.

  His eyes tried to roll, his balls wanting to empty, but he wanted Jack with him this time, wanted to get it together so neither of them had to work hard while they were boneless and melted. He tapped at Jack's hole, his fingers slipping in, just the tiniest bit. He felt that moan, felt Jack spread a little wider. Oh, yeah.

  Come on, man, he thought, slipping one finger deep inside Jack's body. Come on. Deke went down to the root, too, tongue working hard, his moans echoing in the room.

  Jack jerked, spunk pouring into his mouth, that mouth ar
ound his cock squeezing him half to death.

  "Mmmnh.” He managed not to bit down or let go, but it was a damned near thing as he came hard enough to see stars, so hard that his balls felt like they were in a vise. Goddamn, he loved being with Jack.

  They fell apart, both panting hard, both grinning like idiots. “Mornin', Deke."

  "Morning, Jack. That was a hell of a way to start the day.” So much better than getting fired.

  "We could go to the Waffle House. Get coffee and breakfast."

  "We could. Need a shower, first. We smell like a cathouse.” Not that it was a bad smell, no sir. They'd get enough looks as it was, though, with the bruises they were sporting.

  "Yep. This place has a decent water heater, man.” Jack groaned and moved, swaying just a little bit, back and forth.

  "Well, that's one thing I won't miss about the bunkhouse. Remind me I need to look for a place in town.” His bones creaked when he got up, but it was a damned good ache.

  "Well, there's room at my place, you know. God knows, with Jill out, I'll be needing help..."

  "Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, moving to loop an arm around Jack's waist, guiding him to the bathroom. “I can get on with some odd jobs. Help pay with bills.” That would ... Shit. That might just make him the luckiest asshole on earth.

  "Yeah.” Jack leaned some, skin rubbing real nice against his. “Sounds like a good plan, man. Workable."

  "Then it works for me, buddy. It so works for me.” Deke took a kiss that was a thank you and a you know how I feel and a yes, please, all in one.

  They both grinned a little, fitting together just so, the rough edges all smoothed for now.

  Then they went to hit the shower.

  The Waffle House was waiting.

  Upside Down

  By Dallas Coleman

  He knew he was deeply fucked as soon as Cory Haines’ dusty, pointed-toe goddamn boots landed on the waxed top of his desk. It wasn't the way those Wranglers held those long-long legs all the way up to the world's finest ass. It wasn't the tight t-shirt that showed each and every ripple in the six-pack or the lines of black ink just peeking from under the edge of the sleeve. Not the way that Stetson cut a shadow across steel-cut cheekbones or the scar going from bottom lip to stubborn chin or the silver cross resting in the tanned hollow of that throat. It wasn't even the toothpick that dangled under that dark mustache.