“Little rancher needs attention,” Wyl gasped.

Rod gazed at Wyl’s erect member, flexing with each heartbeat and begging to be touched, pre-cum pooling in his navel. Wyl leaned back and opened his legs, inviting Rod to have his way with the little rancher.

Rod reached down and stroked Wyl’s thighs with his fingertips, edging toward his pleasure center. Wyl’s cock danced in anticipation as Wyl gasped. “Please!”

Rod scraped his fingernails over Wyl’s taught sack, teasing before he leaned down and sucked each ball into his mouth, tonguing the taught sack.

Wyl gasped as his cock danced. Rod licked the salty pre-cum, took the head in his mouth, and engulfed Wyl’s cock in warm, wet ecstasy.

“Babe, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop.”

Rod put his fingers up for Wyl to suck while tonguing Wyl’s cock, keeping him on the edge of ecstasy. Wyl worked his tongue around Rod’s fingers. Rod groaned with Wyl’s cock in his mouth and took the wet fingers and inserted them in Wyl’s hole, finger fucking him and poking his gland with each thrust.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cream!” Wyl screamed as he shot down Rod’s throat, jet after jet of warm release, Rod drinking it all down with an active tongue keeping Wyl’s orgasm going forever.

When Wyl’s orgasmic nirvana ended, Rod pulled his fingers and positioned himself to fuck his husband.

Wyl groaned with pleasure as his cock stiffened again at Rod’s entrance.

“Fuck me, babe,” Wyl shrieked, jacking his cock again.

Rod leaned forward and captured Wyl’s mouth in a searing kiss, both gasping for breath in the passionate lovemaking. Wyl hardened again, his gland being assaulted with every thrust of Rod’s cock. He pumped his cock, using his own cum as a lubricant and tasting his own seed in Rod’s kiss. His own orgasm loomed.

Wyl tighten around Rod as his orgasm built. The tightening/release of Wyl’s second orgasm around Rod’s cock pushed him over the edge. He filled Wyl’s cavity with his seed, holding his breath and pumping until they collapsed in an exhausted heap.

“God, where did you learn to do that?” Wyl gasped. “Two orgasms in minutes.”

“I love you two orgasms,” Rod chuckled as he pulled out of Wyl. “Promise me we’ll do this again, in Texas, in our own bed.”

“Babe, it's a promise.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Rod froze in horror as the garbage truck crept back, moving to crush Wyl against the brick wall where Ailbe held him. Bound and gagged, Wyl’s body slumped forward against a device resembling a Euro symbol on the end of a long pole. Declan sported an evil sneer from the truck's cab as he backed, inching toward Wyl and prolonging the anticipation of the deadly outcome. Rod’s muscles jerked with each steady screaming beep of the relentless backup alert as the truck crept closer to Wyl. Rod’s steps hampered by sticky tar as he struggled to run toward Wyl, helpless to stop the terror before him. The beeping continued, and someone reached in front of him. He fought against the entrapment, hearing his name repeated.

“Rod. Rod.” Wyl reached over him and slammed his hand on the offending alarm clock, silencing the intrusion despite Rod’s flailing arms. Rod gasped, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He grabbed Wyl in his arms.

Wyl huffed as Rod squeezed. “What’s the matter, babe? You’re breathless.”

“A nightmare. Ailbe and Declan trapped you and I couldn’t move!” Rod tightened his hold on his husband. “I panicked.”

Wyl returned the embrace to calm Rod’s teetering emotions. “Everything is fine. You dreamed the entire scene. I’m right here holding you, and we’re both safe.”

Rod whined a sob. “If anything ever happened to you, I'd die.”

“Hey, now, nothing will happen.” Wyl stroked Rod’s back. “We are trained agents. We learned how to protect ourselves.”

Wyl’s soft touch and reassuring words calmed Rod. He drew in a deep, calming breath. “You’re right. I guess the reality of our situation hit last night. I’m glad we’re here together.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Wyl tightened his hug and kissed Rod’s forehead. “Let’s grab a shower and have breakfast. We don’t want to be late to the campus.”

* * *

A knock at the door interrupted breakfast.

Wyl tossed his napkin on the table. “Every time a knock comes at the door, I’m reminded of Mitzi,” he laughed.

“If she’s outside…don’t open the door,” Rod said.

Peeking through the peephole, Glenn Cross waited. Wyl opened the door. “Come in, Glenn.”

“Sorry for the interruption, gents.” Glenn stepped inside and handed Wyl an envelope. “O’Brien sent it.”

“Any idea what's inside?” Rod asked.

Glenn shook his head. “I’m only the messenger. I wanted to catch you before you left for the day. I’ll let you two finish your breakfast.”

Wyl showed Glenn out. “Thanks. Best to James.”

Wyl opened the envelope. He pulled out the papers and glanced through the pages. “This is the course project of one of the students,” he said.

“Is it helpful?”

Wyl shook his head as he slid the papers back into the envelope. “I’ll need time to review the information in detail before I discover what it means.”

“Grab your coat, and let’s go.” Rod tugged open the door and grinned. “You can’t be late for class.”

* * *

The students crowded into Dr. MacGowan’s class.

"Morning, lads,” Ailbe spoke as he strolled into the classroom.

"Morning, professor,” the students responded, almost in unison. Ailbe liked the students honoring him. Woe be the student who questioned him or failed to show respect.

“I asked Mr. Wyl Sterling to come and speak to you today. He is a world-renowned cybersecurity expert who is in Ireland for his honeymoon. He spoke at the Technology Symposium on Wednesday. You lads are in for a treat when a man of Wyl Sterling’s caliber visits my classroom.”

“I bet his wife doesn’t like him working on the honeymoon,” one student said. The other lads chuckled.

“He doesn’t have a wife. He and his husband married earlier this year. I met them both and never came across a happier married couple.”

Stunned expressions crossed the faces of several students, but a few sported smiles. Ailbe glanced around the room and spotted the few either gay or potential trouble.

Garrett Burke raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Burke?”

“What is Mr. Sterling’s husband’s name?” Garrett asked. A few of the lads chuckled at the question.