Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

To The Range

Christian had no idea what people wore to a range.

He assumed it was outside and it was cold as hell. He could tell just by the heavy wintery-looking sky, that it was about to be frostbitten; it was early, and the sun was struggling to show itself through the heavy layer of cloud cover. Everything just looked white outside, and he settled for a pair of black jeans, wondered if he needed orange but then recalled that was for hunting, and just...he didn't know.

He paused though, over a brand new half zip, and loved it from the first second he had seen it. It was thick, blue, gray, and black flannel, and when he put it on it was so sleek, comfortable, and fit him like it had been made for him. Dear lord, but it was nice, the material like a thick warm hug, and with the jeans? Looked amazing.

He also had ordered a pair of boots, and they were a flashback to his childhood for sure. Looked like Doc Martins but with a bit more femme shape to the toe, was black, and leather, and the tread was thick and well suited for the outdoors stomping, the ankle, high enough that he wouldn't catch on brambles.

He folded the jeans over them, and the scrunch was adorable, and he was living for this almost masc look that just failed because he was wearing it, and got his hair brushed, deodorized, brushed and rinsed, and washed his face down in record time, found a thick, dark charcoal overcoat, that had been touted as "Mens business winter coat".

Frankly, the only business he had with it, was the fact that it had faux double layers, the inner one zipped to the chin, while the other sat and feigned actual lapels. It had a sleek-looking shell of wool delight, all sleek lines, classy seams, and more importantly it was warm. With the flannel, he was roasting.

He found his phone charging on the dock station, smiled at Caleb's courtesy there, and just felt a thrill to be seeing him all over again, and was so, so grateful for him just letting him...have that.

That easiness between him and his brother. If Caleb ever doubted he loved him endlessly he'd bend over backwards to rectify that, but he didn't think so. He really hoped he knew, that that's not what it was between him and Darren.

The sex was amazing true, but he really was thinking, that beyond that? He just really liked the man. It wasn't some great romance in the making, at least he didn't think that's where it was headed. But, on that note, Darren was a bit of a seductionist.

He was also young, hardly ready to settle, and wasn't into being someone's boyfriend especially, he imagined, at least not at that stage in his life. He had years and years before he would probably ever actually settle with someone permanently or find something stable that worked for his life.

He just hoped that nothing came between them on it, because Darren just made him a little lighter feeling and a little more easy with himself, and that he was having a hard time denying at this point between them.

And he kind of felt like he did the same for Darren too, which was odd to think of himself having that kind of impact on someone, but even he wasn't so in denial to not notice Darren enjoyed his company.

So, with that on his mind, he hit the steps to the foyer, and found the blonde in question, hit the bottom step, bounded onto Caleb's back in a surprise move of real levity, and heard that silken laugh before he turned his head. God damn but the man got him. "Baby. I missed you."

Chris slipped down and just glommed to the front of him, spread hands up under that very nice winter coat onto his back and sank in, and got instantly pulled up in that hot, seeking kiss, and that spark was very real, very intense, and thrilled him to his damn toes.

"I missed you, too, sweetheart."

Chris ran his hands over the very nice, quarter zip he was in, just a lovely pale blue heathered dream of fabric all over that well-muscled, rock-solid body. He didn't want to apologize for not being there last night, because he wasn't that sorry to have done it, but, he did offer, "I'm really glad you let me have last night."

Caleb hooked arms around him and just exhaled the last of his tension away, and smiled. "You have fun?"

He beamed, "Yeah. I did." There was a hesitation and those dark eyes looked a little concerned. "Are you irritated about it? I wasn't really trying to stay out all night. I would have come back to our room."

Caleb just shook his head and shrugged. "Baby, I was a smidge annoyed until I saw you didn't have your phone, and then," He waffled a hand and those lips curved, "I may have launched into a brief fit of jealousy and come hunting for you at midnight and all," Those eyes sobered and looked very apologetic, but honestly that's not what Caleb was going for with this. "But, honestly." He kissed that troubled mouth, "I don't mind you being close with, Darren. I think you two are good for each other." Those eyes eased and creased warmly at him, and he smiled back. "Just do me a favor. Take your phone with you next time, please."

Chris nodded and bit his lip on a large smile. "K." He kissed him very happily. "It was a lot of fun baby. If you want," He looked at that mouth and then back a little coyly, "I'll tell you all about it later on."

Caleb grinned, and looked very pleased, and very interested, and put a mouth to that ear, "I'm just disappointed you didn't come back dripping wet, baby. Next time, let Daddy lick you clean yeah?"

Jesus fucking Christ. That fast and Chris was half hard, thrilled visibly, his skin prickled and he just nodded, dark eyes suddenly drowning on him. "Oh Lord." This fucking human and that mouth. He was just a filthy, dirty, wildly intoxicating type of being, was Caleb.

"Good." Caleb kissed him so fucking passionately, just swept him right off his damn feet, and Chris caught that coat up and went on his toes it was so hot.

Then Caleb eased him down, and those green eyes cooled a bit, and he looked at that mouth and back, "Just don't let me catch you with Drew like you were with, Darren, you understand? I don't mind you fucking around with him, but do not let that mother fucker sweep you up, baby."

Chris looked surprised, and a little thrown, but just nodded, and stroked a hand down his chest. He didn't question it, but it was just a very large deviation from one to the other and he finally just offered softly, "I don't think me and Drew connect like that."

"Good. Fucking is one thing. Intimacy with Andrew is not smart." It was the only thing he'd say about it, or against his brother, but he was pretty damn set against that particular match-up, and just kissed his forehead, eased off of him, and caught the door. "You ready?"

Chris brightened and grinned. "Sure."

He damn near bounced out the door, and down the steps, Caleb grinned after him and followed to go blow some shit up.