Page 50 of The Housebreaker's Assistant
He rolled to his side, opening his eyes slowly. He stretched an arm over Penny’s side to hold him closer, nudging the lengths of their morning erections together. Neither of them had taken much care to fasten their trousers again after the previous night’s activity, and as Penny grew, he was aware of his cock poking out of the loose folds of fabric.
Greer must have felt it, too. He grinned devilishly, then leaned in so that he could kiss Penny’s lips. It was a quick, closed-mouth kiss to start with. Perhaps he didn’t intend for it to be anything other than a greeting for the new day. But in no time, he’d deepened the kiss, shifting a hand to hold the back of Penny’s head so that he could plough his mouth thoroughly.
Penny adored it. This was what he wanted. He didn’t care that they were in a stranger’s hayloft, dirty and dusty from their surroundings and activities of the night before. He didn’t care that he could hear the cows shifting in the barn below as they grew restless for their breakfast, or the straw poking him through his filthy clothes. All he cared about was Greer, right there in his arms, his undisputably.
“Penny,” Greer sighed, reaching his free hand between them to stroke Penny’s cock.
Penny groaned with encouragement and grabbed a handful of Greer’s shirt as their kissing turned wild. He adjusted his hips to give Greer more to handle, and handle it Greer did. He closed a hand around Penny’s cock and stroked?—
“What in the Devil’s name is this?”
The irate shout from the edge of the hayloft sent ice water careening through Penny’s blood. He jerked away from Greer and twisted to see the farmer’s head and shoulders above the edge of the hayloft floor. The man gripped the ladder he’d climbed up on with white knuckles, and fury painted his face.
“Er—” Greer attempted an explanation, but he was too startled at being discovered to come up with much more.
“Perverts!” the farmer shouted. “Satans! I did not allow you to stay in my barn so you could commit grievous sins on my property! You’ll pay for this!”
He backed down the ladder, but that was in no way the last they would see of the man.
“Hurry,” Greer said, too sober and pale for Penny’s liking. “Grab the cases.”
They scrambled to right themselves as much as they could, then snatched up the cases that rested on the edge of the loft. Penny was ready first and dashed down the ladder, his case in one hand. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he looked up to make certain Greer was on his way down.
He should have looked to the side. The farmer was only feet away. He’d grabbed a rake of some sort and swung it at Penny, angry metal teeth first.
“Get out of here, you heathen!” the farmer shouted as Penny just barely managed to dodge to the side. The edge of the rake caught the untucked hem of his shirt and ripped it. “I’ll call for the constable, I will!”
As soon as he was certain Greer was out of the hayloft, Penny bolted for the barn’s open door. They needed to get as far away as they could as fast as possible.
“I’ll brain you, you offence against nature!” the farmer shouted behind him.
Penny skittered to a stop when he heard the dull thunk of a blow. He wheeled around and looked back in time to see the farmer beating Greer with his rake.
Whatever sense Penny might have called on in that moment abandoned him. He threw his case aside and rushed back into the barn, fist raised.
“Don’t touch him!” he shouted at the farmer, then let his fist fly.
He’d never been much of a fighter, but his blow landed well enough on the side of the farmer’s face. Pain radiated up Penny’s hand and arm, but he ignored it in favor of grabbing Greer and yanking him away from the staggering farmer.
They were lucky that the farmer dropped his rake and that Penny’s blow startled him enough that he did not immediately retaliate. Penny tugged Greer hard for the barn door, and after a moment of confusion, Greer raced after him into the brightening morning. Penny darted to the side to fetch his case, and the two of them sprinted as fast as they could with their cases toward the road that would take them back to the village.
It wasn’t until they were well away from the farm and Penny was convinced the farmer wouldn’t come after them that he realized the sounds Greer was making were more than just breathless panting and groans as they tried to get away. He stopped near a tree by the side of the road and turned to Greer.
Penny’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to his stomach when he realized Greer was sobbing.
“Hey, hey!” he said, tossing his case aside and prying Greer’s out of his hand to discard that as well. “It’s alright. You’re alright. We escaped.”
He gripped Greer’s upper arms, staring at him with terrified concern. Greer’s reaction to being caught was so far above what he ever could have expected that it felt like the ground they were running across churned and dipped beneath their feet.
“I can’t—” Greer started, his body hunched in a protective stance, his arms lifting like he would shield his head. “Don’t?—”
Greer wouldn’t stay still, no matter how tightly Penny gripped his arms. He rocked from side to side, tears streaming down his face, eyes failing to focus on anything.
“Leave me be,” Greer gasped, his voice strange and tight. Penny almost said something, but Greer groaned, “Mama!”
Realization struck Penny like lightning, and he threw his arms around Greer, squeezing him tightly.
“It’s alright,” he said, making his voice as calm as possible. “You’re safe now. That was years ago. He can’t harm you now.”
