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I would like pioneer or depression era TrickC or Trickyfish, with, of course, love conquering all. And, you know, maybe some smut, too. TIA!

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The Straw In Lance's Hair (part one)

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Not exactly what you asked for, but hopefully close enough *grin*.

The Straw In Lance's Hair

Lance sighed and gazed out the window as he used a slice of bread to sop up the last bit of the stew his mother had cooked for them.

“Lance, honey, did you get enough to eat?” she asked.

Lance peered into his empty bowl as his stomach grumbled. There was never quite enough food and although he was still hungry, he didn’t want his mother giving half of her portion to him. She needed to eat, too. “Yes, Mama,” he replied. “I’m just worried about Ruthie and her colt.”

His mother pushed back a stray piece of hair and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she looked to her husband. “Maybe Lance could stay home with her instead of going to the social.”

“Lance, if you rather stay with your horse, that’s fine. You mind Chris now. You hear me, boy?”

Lance excited rose from his seat, knocking the chair to the floor, then scrambling to set it upright. “Yes, Pa. Thank you. Thank you.” He was halfway to the barn before he realized he’d forgotten to ask to be excused from the table.

Chris was sitting on their milking stool, right in the doorway of the stall. To keep his hands occupied, he was whittling. Lance knew little about the man, other than he was several years older than Lance and had to support his mother and four younger sisters. Every Saturday night, Chris took his pay and headed to his mother’s, but he always returned after Sunday dinner. The Bass’ didn’t have much money, but there was too much work for Lance and his father alone. They were better off with Chris’ help than without it.

“Whatcha doin’ out here, boy?” Chris asked.

“I’m, um, my parents said I could stay here with Ruthie. They’re all going to the social. They said I had to mind you, though.”

Chris grinned as the last few words drifted from Lance’s mouth. He’d liked Lance from the first day he set foot on the Bass farm. The boy was young and innocent and prettier than most of the girls in the area. Chris wondered just how far he could push Lance. “Are you hot Lance? I’m awful damn hot.”

Lance didn’t say a word, but his eyes followed Chris to the water trough, where Chris pulled off his shirt and sloshed water onto his body.

“Come here, boy. If you’re hot, maybe we should wet you down a bit. Ruthie’s colt won’t be here for a few hours. You won’t miss nothin’.”

The Straw In Lance's Hair (part two)

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Lance licked his lips and took small steps as he approached Chris. No one had ever seen him naked, other than his folks and the doctor. Chris tugged Lance’s shirt out of his pants, then unbuttoned it, pushing it off Lance’s shoulders. The kid was young, his body smooth and hairless and undeveloped. Chris nearly drooled when he thought of what a few years of hard work would do to that body. How in a few years, Lance would be beautifully muscled and strong. Chris’ hand reached out to touch. Lance quivered at first, not understanding the meaning behind the touch.

Chris cupped his hands and splashed water onto Lance, watching the it drip across his body. “You like games Lance?” Chris asked softly.

When Lance nodded slowly, Chris smiled and began walking him backwards, until Lance was up against the barn wall. “I like to play games, too. Grown up games. Games that make you feel good.”

Lance trembled at the first taste of Chris’ lips against his. When he remained speechless and motionless, Chris moved in again, pressing his lips against Lance’s. Chris slid one hand around to the back of Lance’s neck, using it to steady the boy. As Lance began to relax, Chris slipped his tongue into Lance’s mouth and pushed his crotch firmly against Lance’s. When he felt that Lance was hard, he couldn’t help thrusting against the boy. Lance closed his eyes and moaned into Chris’ mouth, his body slumping forward against Chris, who happily took the boy’s weight into his own arms.

“Come to my room. We should lay down.”

“It’s wrong,” Lance panted out. “It’s sinning. I don’t want to be a sinner.”

Chris pulled Lance into an embrace, feeling the heat of Lance’s body. “It’s not. We won’t do anything that’s wrong. I just want to make you feel good. Please let me.” When Lance didn’t protest, Chris moved them into his room and pushed Lance’s pants to the floor, then dropped his own. Lance stared at Chris cock. Chris moved to his bed, pulling Lance with him, until they were both laying down and facing each other.

Chris reached out, running his hand through Lance’s hair, then letting his finger drift down Lance’s neck. Once he reached Lance’s chest, he flattened his palm flat against it, covering Lance’s nipple with his warm touch. Lance moaned as he felt Chris’ slick tongue against his chest, leaving a damp trail up to his neck and eventually finding Lance’s mouth once again.

This time Lance kissed him back. His lips were hungry and awkward, but he wanted to taste Chris again. Chris’ hand settled on Lance’s hip for several minutes, before delving downward, seeking out Lance’s cock. Lance moaned as his body began moving and thrusting on its own. He willed his arms to wrap around Chris, attempting to steady himself. Chris held him and rocked him, one hand quickly pumping Lance’s shaft until his first orgasm rippled through his body as he ejaculated onto Chris and the bed. Lance immediately blushed, but Chris smiled happily, pulling him close for another kiss.

“It gets better. I promise it gets better,” Chris whispered. “I can show you things Lance, wonderful things. All I ask is that you only do them with me. Do you want me to show you?”

Lance swallowed and nodded, pulling Chris closer and kissing him again. He wanted to learn more and he wanted to learn from Chris.

After spending the night in the barn with Chris, Lance cheerfully rushed to the house in the morning to announce the birth of Ruthie’s colt. His mother smiled and pulled the straw from his hair, seemingly not noticing the blush in her son’s cheeks or the red mark on his neck.

~~~ END ~~~

Re: The Straw In Lance's Hair (part two)

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Here I sit doing the memories again, and I just am loving this. I'll go back and read the sequel later when I'm tired of doing the memories.

*hugs*

Re: The Straw In Lance's Hair (part two)

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

Hee! JC shows up in the sequel, so it's OT3 time!

Thanks, hon! *hugs*

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wow! what a surprise! thank you for writing this. i liked it!!!

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, I was hoping you'd like it. Of course, I couldn't leave well enough alone. It seemed unfinished or something, so I set out to write a sequel ficlet to wrap things up and it wound up as a six-part story, Pioneer Passions (http://www.geocities.com/jaciesplace/passions.html).

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Oh yeah, it's a six-part Chris/Lance, Chris/JC, Chris/Lance/JC story, so JC got into the act, too *grin*.