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Title: The Sun Beat Down
Author: tyhyin
Authors Note: Thanks to franklover2007 for encouraging me
The Sun Beat Down
Jared exhales and the smoke swirls above his face, momentarily blotting the sunlight. He watches its ascent through half closed eyes, squinting against the sun. Bringing the cigarette to his lips he takes another drag and crosses his feet at the ankles. There is barely a cloud in the sky and a great blue expanse fills his vision, a light wind nudges at his hair. It is peaceful and he is content.
He has two hours before he has to get back to the hotel and if he wants to spend it lying in a field staring up at the sky then that's his business. It's a nice field as fields go, it's devoid of any cows and the grass is long enough that from the lane he is hidden. That last point was the reason he'd chosen it, Matt was supposed to be with him or more preferable on him but details, details. Nate had caught them in the hallway and dragged Matt away to speak with him privately so Jared had gone by himself.
It was ok for the first hour and a half he'd been there but to be honest now he was getting bored. He hadn't planned on doing anything other than be thoroughly debauched by one Matthew Followill so his iPod was back in his room. The lack of clouds made finding a rabbit or something in them impossible and the string he found in his jeans pocket had been interesting for all of three seconds before he had shoved it back into its denim lair. Now he just wanted Matt to hurry up and get his gorgeous arse to the field, like now.
When he starts contemplating, contemplating his own navel he decided it was enough, he was going to have a nap. Let Matt wake him up if he ever got there. But just as you cannot hurry love you likewise cannot force sleep. So he lay they one arm under his head the other resting on his chest, a cigarette burning in-between thumb and forefinger. The heat is beginning to get to him and he came out here to be with his boyfriend not sunbathe. His jeans are feeling extra tight but if all goes to plan he wont be wearing them for much longer. The Sun shines down even harder as if to say "That may be so little Jared but I'll make it mighty uncomfortable for you till then."
Jared knows Caleb would hate it. He'd be mad with an air of righteousness that he doesn't deserve. He loves his brothers, each of them equal but he is who he is. He and Matt have been a part of each other since they were kids and he's not going to break his back over something he can't change. He can stop himself from loving Matt just about as much as Caleb can stop drinking. Some days he thinks both afflictions are as bad as each other.
They're from the South, incest isn't supposed to be a big thing. They're both too famous for running away to do them any good and plus what would they do if they did. Serve truckers in a diner probably and live in motel rooms. The idea isn't as undesirable as it should be. He's had enough of sneaking around, if Matt weren't his cousin Jared would have kissed him the moment he knew for certain that Matt would kiss back. The age of sixteen brought him that revelation. A smile curves his lips when he thinks of that day. At that age Caleb and Nate were solid and protective of him but mostly unapproachable. Matt was eighteen and Jared knew of no-one more beautiful. Puberty hit Jared out of the blue and what was beautiful became ball achingly sexy overnight. Anything Matt did could result in a hardon in Jared's too tight jeans. He spent two years with an almost perpetual woody and a permanent blush.
Sixteen year old Jared was brave when it came to jumping of railway trestles into the rivers below, or starting fights with guys bigger than him. But when it came to his feelings he was shyer than a naked possum. Back then if Matt hadn't said it then it would never have been said for another three years.
He is immensely glad Matt did say it.
Although say is the wrong word, do would be a better fit. Jared can't remember where they were other than Matt was there. Probably a Followill Clan get together but that's neither here nor there. The important bit was that he and Matt had to share a room which in itself was nothing new. The catalyst Jared thinks is the fact that he can and has never been able to sleep in pyjamas. That year was the year of tight boxers and Jared would soon find out Matt’s opinion on tight underwear.
It was the third night and Jared was undressing, peeling of his jeans. The going was slow as it had been a hot day and sweat had made the denim knit together with his skin. But apparently to Matt he was being slow on purpose cos as soon as he was clad in only his boxers he was tackled from behind. Matt had ground his groin against Jared's arse and growled into his ear "You're a fucking tease Jared." his voice all gravel and lust. Shock had no place in Jared's mind once he heard that voice and with newly found courage he had taken Matt's hand and placed it over his growing erection. Turned around till he was facing Matt whispered "It isn't teasing if I fully intend to give it you." and kissed him.
Let it never be said that Jared Followill cannot roll with the punches, so to speak. Matt has never been hesitant, Jared suspects he did all his fighting years before he even knew what the battle was about. They loved each other before they knew what it meant. Admittedly being in a band together did make it both harder and easier for them to 'date'. But they did it and without Nate or Caleb finding out. The big giant shitter of the whole situation though was that the more famous they became the less they could walk around the cities they toured in as they couple they are. Hand holding was relegated to time spent in a locked room after sex and impromptu kissing was banned all together.
Matt always remembered to lock the door though.
But given all the hardship and the hardship they will face in the future just so they could stay together Jared wouldn't change it. Even if he could. So if he had to spend time in a field by himself just so he could make time with his boyfriend then so be it.
The past faded around him when he heard that familiar voice say “Jared?” he opened his eyes to Matt’s face. Everything else, the whole world is consequential compared to the man in front of Jared and they could all go to hell for all he cared. Opinions be damned.
“Matty… you owe me one hell of a blowjob for making me wait.” Matt’s smirk promised just that.
Author: tyhyin
Authors Note: Thanks to franklover2007 for encouraging me
The Sun Beat Down
Jared exhales and the smoke swirls above his face, momentarily blotting the sunlight. He watches its ascent through half closed eyes, squinting against the sun. Bringing the cigarette to his lips he takes another drag and crosses his feet at the ankles. There is barely a cloud in the sky and a great blue expanse fills his vision, a light wind nudges at his hair. It is peaceful and he is content.
He has two hours before he has to get back to the hotel and if he wants to spend it lying in a field staring up at the sky then that's his business. It's a nice field as fields go, it's devoid of any cows and the grass is long enough that from the lane he is hidden. That last point was the reason he'd chosen it, Matt was supposed to be with him or more preferable on him but details, details. Nate had caught them in the hallway and dragged Matt away to speak with him privately so Jared had gone by himself.
It was ok for the first hour and a half he'd been there but to be honest now he was getting bored. He hadn't planned on doing anything other than be thoroughly debauched by one Matthew Followill so his iPod was back in his room. The lack of clouds made finding a rabbit or something in them impossible and the string he found in his jeans pocket had been interesting for all of three seconds before he had shoved it back into its denim lair. Now he just wanted Matt to hurry up and get his gorgeous arse to the field, like now.
When he starts contemplating, contemplating his own navel he decided it was enough, he was going to have a nap. Let Matt wake him up if he ever got there. But just as you cannot hurry love you likewise cannot force sleep. So he lay they one arm under his head the other resting on his chest, a cigarette burning in-between thumb and forefinger. The heat is beginning to get to him and he came out here to be with his boyfriend not sunbathe. His jeans are feeling extra tight but if all goes to plan he wont be wearing them for much longer. The Sun shines down even harder as if to say "That may be so little Jared but I'll make it mighty uncomfortable for you till then."
Jared knows Caleb would hate it. He'd be mad with an air of righteousness that he doesn't deserve. He loves his brothers, each of them equal but he is who he is. He and Matt have been a part of each other since they were kids and he's not going to break his back over something he can't change. He can stop himself from loving Matt just about as much as Caleb can stop drinking. Some days he thinks both afflictions are as bad as each other.
They're from the South, incest isn't supposed to be a big thing. They're both too famous for running away to do them any good and plus what would they do if they did. Serve truckers in a diner probably and live in motel rooms. The idea isn't as undesirable as it should be. He's had enough of sneaking around, if Matt weren't his cousin Jared would have kissed him the moment he knew for certain that Matt would kiss back. The age of sixteen brought him that revelation. A smile curves his lips when he thinks of that day. At that age Caleb and Nate were solid and protective of him but mostly unapproachable. Matt was eighteen and Jared knew of no-one more beautiful. Puberty hit Jared out of the blue and what was beautiful became ball achingly sexy overnight. Anything Matt did could result in a hardon in Jared's too tight jeans. He spent two years with an almost perpetual woody and a permanent blush.
Sixteen year old Jared was brave when it came to jumping of railway trestles into the rivers below, or starting fights with guys bigger than him. But when it came to his feelings he was shyer than a naked possum. Back then if Matt hadn't said it then it would never have been said for another three years.
He is immensely glad Matt did say it.
Although say is the wrong word, do would be a better fit. Jared can't remember where they were other than Matt was there. Probably a Followill Clan get together but that's neither here nor there. The important bit was that he and Matt had to share a room which in itself was nothing new. The catalyst Jared thinks is the fact that he can and has never been able to sleep in pyjamas. That year was the year of tight boxers and Jared would soon find out Matt’s opinion on tight underwear.
It was the third night and Jared was undressing, peeling of his jeans. The going was slow as it had been a hot day and sweat had made the denim knit together with his skin. But apparently to Matt he was being slow on purpose cos as soon as he was clad in only his boxers he was tackled from behind. Matt had ground his groin against Jared's arse and growled into his ear "You're a fucking tease Jared." his voice all gravel and lust. Shock had no place in Jared's mind once he heard that voice and with newly found courage he had taken Matt's hand and placed it over his growing erection. Turned around till he was facing Matt whispered "It isn't teasing if I fully intend to give it you." and kissed him.
Let it never be said that Jared Followill cannot roll with the punches, so to speak. Matt has never been hesitant, Jared suspects he did all his fighting years before he even knew what the battle was about. They loved each other before they knew what it meant. Admittedly being in a band together did make it both harder and easier for them to 'date'. But they did it and without Nate or Caleb finding out. The big giant shitter of the whole situation though was that the more famous they became the less they could walk around the cities they toured in as they couple they are. Hand holding was relegated to time spent in a locked room after sex and impromptu kissing was banned all together.
Matt always remembered to lock the door though.
But given all the hardship and the hardship they will face in the future just so they could stay together Jared wouldn't change it. Even if he could. So if he had to spend time in a field by himself just so he could make time with his boyfriend then so be it.
The past faded around him when he heard that familiar voice say “Jared?” he opened his eyes to Matt’s face. Everything else, the whole world is consequential compared to the man in front of Jared and they could all go to hell for all he cared. Opinions be damned.
“Matty… you owe me one hell of a blowjob for making me wait.” Matt’s smirk promised just that.