Ride 'em
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,965
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Ride 'em
"You must marry, I do not care that you are passing thru!!"
The chief's hand came down heavily, causing the wooden desk to shake. His
anger sizzled as the cowboy in front of him glared in defense.
"We both agreed, It ain't like I raped the boy!!"
Benjamin's glare stayed in place as the chief rose. He roughly grabbed his son's arm,
bruising smooth skin. Benjamin got up and grabbed the other arm.
"I'll marry 'im, but u gotta let go and git outta ma tent."
The chief let go in disgust and shoved his first born to the ground, exiting the tent.
Benjamin helped him up, only to be pushed away.
"I do not want to marry you or anyone else. Leave and just forget it."
"Abhay... I don't want you to get hurt."
The small boy turned, rage on his face. He looked around and picked up a paper weight,
chucking it at the westerner with all his strength.
"You did not have a problem last night!! Stop pretending you care for something you just want
to warm your bed and serve your meals Benjamin!!"
The cowboy stood there, in shock. The boy was sharp.
"Is that what ma' boys told ya? That I want me some personal bed warmer?"
Abhay didn't see him move forward, he barley felt his back ram against the desk. Benjamin's
eyes were on fire as he tried not to smack the boy senseless.
"Maybe your right. Maybe I just want some open legged little tart like you to warm
ma' bed and cook ma' food for me."
Abhay spit in his face, tears in his eyes. Benjamin leaned in.
"Or maybe I wan' a cutie to love and share ma life with, someone who cheers me on and
tells me when I'mma bein' a jackhole. Your purfect, purty, and I love ya with everything in me."
Abhay glared and fought as he was kissed passionately. He slowly gave in, slacking against the
desk for support. They didn't hear the tent flap open. The chief coughed and glared as the western
raised brunette let his son breathe.
"After the ceremony... take him from my sights."
The flap closed and Abhay fell to his knees, body shaking and tears flowing. Benjamin pulled
him close and kissed his head, rubbing his back gently.
"It'll be ok babe, I love ya, ya know that dontcha?"
Abhay pulled the tall white man close and nodded as they clung to each other desperately. Ben sighed
as he nuzzled the small indian boy. His plan to meet savages had gone a bit south now.
The chief's hand came down heavily, causing the wooden desk to shake. His
anger sizzled as the cowboy in front of him glared in defense.
"We both agreed, It ain't like I raped the boy!!"
Benjamin's glare stayed in place as the chief rose. He roughly grabbed his son's arm,
bruising smooth skin. Benjamin got up and grabbed the other arm.
"I'll marry 'im, but u gotta let go and git outta ma tent."
The chief let go in disgust and shoved his first born to the ground, exiting the tent.
Benjamin helped him up, only to be pushed away.
"I do not want to marry you or anyone else. Leave and just forget it."
"Abhay... I don't want you to get hurt."
The small boy turned, rage on his face. He looked around and picked up a paper weight,
chucking it at the westerner with all his strength.
"You did not have a problem last night!! Stop pretending you care for something you just want
to warm your bed and serve your meals Benjamin!!"
The cowboy stood there, in shock. The boy was sharp.
"Is that what ma' boys told ya? That I want me some personal bed warmer?"
Abhay didn't see him move forward, he barley felt his back ram against the desk. Benjamin's
eyes were on fire as he tried not to smack the boy senseless.
"Maybe your right. Maybe I just want some open legged little tart like you to warm
ma' bed and cook ma' food for me."
Abhay spit in his face, tears in his eyes. Benjamin leaned in.
"Or maybe I wan' a cutie to love and share ma life with, someone who cheers me on and
tells me when I'mma bein' a jackhole. Your purfect, purty, and I love ya with everything in me."
Abhay glared and fought as he was kissed passionately. He slowly gave in, slacking against the
desk for support. They didn't hear the tent flap open. The chief coughed and glared as the western
raised brunette let his son breathe.
"After the ceremony... take him from my sights."
The flap closed and Abhay fell to his knees, body shaking and tears flowing. Benjamin pulled
him close and kissed his head, rubbing his back gently.
"It'll be ok babe, I love ya, ya know that dontcha?"
Abhay pulled the tall white man close and nodded as they clung to each other desperately. Ben sighed
as he nuzzled the small indian boy. His plan to meet savages had gone a bit south now.