"We'll get you indoors," Robbie said.

"No." Eli pulled away from the hold and stumbled a few steps back. Reaching into the pocket of his loose jeans, he pulled out condoms and a travel pack of lube. "Don't baby me and treat me like I'm gonna break. Tell me you're over the shit I pulled and take me upstairs. Fuck me into tomorrow and tell me you want me."

Eli stopped. He had run out of dramatic statements. How else could he get Robbie to take him and get inside him and around him and forgive him for being a complete idiot?

Robbie stared. He really stared. First at the condoms then at the horses then back at Eli. He took a step toward Eli and all Eli could do was move back until he felt the wall behind him. There was something in Robbie that was alternately hot and terrifying. When Robbie was finally there, bracketing his hands around Eli's head and with his mouth next to Eli's ear he was whispering.

"Here? Should I take you here? Just turn you and push you up against the wall?"

"I don't know…" For all his bravery of just coming out and saying what he wanted, having Robbie this close was unnerving. He wanted everything and he wanted it now, but he'd thought they would go upstairs.

"Jack and Riley aren't in the house," Robbie stated simply.

Eli nodded. Neither man had made it home the night before, something to do with Riley's oil business. They were probably asleep at their desks at Riley's office.

"There's no chance of them walking in?" Eli asked.

"Here?" Robbie said. He shook his head. "No. We're taking this upstairs but before that, I have a question for you."

Eli writhed in Robbie's hold. "What?"

"Do you want to fuck me, or do you want a cowboy fucking you?"

Eli didn't even register the words as their tongues twisted in a thrust and pull of taste.

Inside me, he thought, I want you inside me. Robbie pressed closer and Eli couldn't stop the whimper that left him as he stopped kissing and murmured words into Eli's skin.

"I could fuck you till you beg to come," Robbie said. "I can do soft and slow where I use my hand to open you up, not just one finger, or two, but more, pushing and sliding slippery inside you? You want to kiss when we do it? Or just scream?"

"Robbie… fuck." Eli was so freaking hard and he wanted it all.

"I need to know before we do this, Eli. Do you want cowboy? Or do you want a gentleman? I can be either."

Eli processed the words. What was Robbie asking? Eli wanted hard and fast and then slow and steady, he wanted Robbie's work-roughened hands on him and he wanted to feel the smooth skin of Robbie's back under his touch. He wanted it all.

"Both," he said so gently that he repeated it in case Robbie hadn't heard. "I want the man who is both. I want you."

Robbie moved away and placed a hand on Eli's shoulder. Clearly he had passed some sort of weird Robbie test if the other man's soft smile was anything to go by.

"Hold that thought," he said. "Don't move."

Eli couldn't have moved if the barn were on fire. * * * *

Robbie finished the chores to get the horses sorted in ten minutes where it would have normally taken thirty. He would usually spend time talking to the horses, petting them and settling them but Eli had broken through every single barrier Robbie had with that simple statement. Eli had admitted he didn't want just any rough and ready cowboy taking him hard and fast, and he didn't want smooth and urbane and slick taking things slow. He wanted both. Eli said he wanted each part of him and, God help him, Robbie believed him.

Once finished, he went back to where Eli stood quiet and still. Robbie didn't want to talk and break anything they had sorted. He offered his hand, Eli took it, and Robbie guided the man up the outside stairs and into his small room. He couldn't remember what he had done to the bed this morning but at least it was kind of tidy. Eli didn't appear to care. As soon as the door was shut he was kissing Robbie. How they remained standing Robbie wasn't sure. Eli kissed like his life depended on it and didn't seem to want to stop for air. Robbie shoved at him slightly and Eli leaned back in.

"Slow down, we need to breathe," Robbie said. He aimed for teasing and was rewarded by Eli raising his eyebrows.

Eli muttered something under his breath that sounded like he didn't want to take his time but Robbie chuckled. "Let's take this horizontal," he said.

Eli got with that plan pretty quickly, shucking boots and jeans and a button-down until he stood in some pretty damn sexy shorts. Robbie followed suit but just a little slower. He was hot and sweaty from a day's work and really needed a shower. He wondered how that would go down with Eli and then inhaled sharply when Eli literally jumped him and overbalanced them both onto the bed.

"I was thinking about a shower—" Robbie started.

Eli wasn't having any of it. Experimentally he licked a stripe from Robbie's throat to a nipple, and suddenly a shower was right down the list of options if it meant he could get Eli biting and then laving his nipple like he was now.

"You taste like outside," Eli said. His voice was little more than a whisper. For a moment he sat upright, straddling Robbie's legs and just tracing Robbie's every muscle with his gaze.

"Something you like?" Robbie said. He had to break the intensity of Eli's concentration a little, and God, he wanted Eli's hands and mouth back on him.

Eli leaned forward and mutely requested more kisses by touch alone. "The minute I saw you I wanted you." He broke off from talking and trailed kisses to the other nipple.

Robbie pressed up into the touch and then sank his hands into Eli's hair. He wanted more of this. It had been too long. Tugging, he managed to get Eli up to lip level and stole more kisses. The lazy slide of tongues turned to more and when Eli moved his hand and pulled at Robbie's shorts, he was lost in sensation. The first touch of Eli's hand had Robbie moaning Eli's name. The lithe younger man was over him and tasting him, and sensation swirled inside Robbie. They were still kissing. Robbie had never had sex like this before. With Paul there were stolen moments when both were too exhausted to do anything more than get off, except for one memorable time in Brisbane when they had the whole weekend. That was when Robbie found out how much he liked slow and steady. The eroticism of preparation with the slide of fingers and the burn and the slick, slippery lube that trickled onto his balls was enough jerk-off material to last him a lifetime.

Robbie had never asked if Eli topped. Maybe he never did?

"Eli," Robbie said.

Eli looked up from where his mouth was leaving ovals of red skin where blood bloomed to the surface.