No Boys Allowed

by Helen Adams

Characters: Ezra/JD

Genre: OW-ADULT-SLASH

Author Notes:This story was written in a perverse mood and should not be taken seriously. I have portrayed JD as being a lot more annoying than on TV, and Ezra isn't his normally unflappable self either.  You have been warned!

First story in the Games of Chance series.

This was the worst trip home that Ezra could remember.

His head was pounding, throbbing in syncopation with the clip-clop of his horse's hooves, and growing more painful by the moment as he was forced to listen to the banal endless chattering of his riding companion.

Good lord, didn't the boy ever take a breath?

To JD's jaundiced eye, Chris didn't appreciate him, Josiah treated him like a child, Vin didn't understand him, Nathan was too pushy and Buck was too busy to spend the proper amount of time with him.

On and on he went, whining and complaining like a spoiled 5-year-old child. And then, oh the horror, the mere mention of Buck Wilmington seemed to warm him to his very favorite subject of complaint. What was so special about his best friend that he needed only to flash a smile to have women falling into his bed, while he, JD Dunne, experienced lawman and daring young adventurer, could barely get a glance? Casey didn't know what she was missing! The blonde, Emily, from Wickestown had selfishly thought of only herself when she could have had him! That outlaw girl, Maddie, had at least had the good taste to choose him over Josiah, but then she had shot him, so that didn't really count…

"Oh, for the love of God, will you please shut up!" Ezra blurted, pinching his nose between forefinger and thumb as he pulled his horse to an abrupt halt.

JD pulled up as well and gawped at him, apparently startled by the sound of another voice breaking through his incessant monologue.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot stand to hear another word of this." Pitching his voice into a nasal whine, Ezra mocked, "Nobody loves me, nobody appreciates me, women don't crave my company. For God's sake, man, give it a rest! If you didn't insist on making their ears bleed, perhaps you might have better luck with the fairer sex."

"You . . . I . . . but women like to hear love-talk," JD protested feebly. "At least that's what Buck and Josiah both say."

Ezra powerfully resisted the urge to reach out and slap him. "Only if the object of your affection is themselves rather than you! All you can think of are the things that you aren't getting or they're not appreciating. Try a few sweet words; tell them they're beautiful, sweet, and full of tender charms that you wish to share."

"But they'll think I'm courting if I say that stuff. I don't want to marry 'em," he bleated. "I just want to . . . to . . . you know!"

Rubbing his pulsing temples, Ezra growled, "Make up your mind, Mr. Dunne. You can either court properly, go without, or take your business elsewhere. We men outnumber the ladies ten to one in this God-forsaken territory and that gives them a distinct advantage over us, particularly until another entrepreneur arrives to replace the late and unlamented Mr. Wickes, making loose women a permanent fixture in the area once again." He sighed deeply. "Admittedly, this would be far easier if Mrs. Travis would stop publishing her annoying editorial diatribes every time anyone gains a foothold on the market."

"But what about Buck?" JD pouted, ignoring the latter comment. "He doesn't have any trouble getting women."

"Mr. Wilmington is nothing if not unique," Ezra admitted. "It would take you years to develop that kind of skill with women, the ability to make an indecent proposition without causing the least offense or matrimonial expectation; or you may never develop it at all. Most of us don't."

Voice growing even more strident, grating on Ezra's strained nerves like fingernails on a blackboard, JD protested, "But I can't wait years!"

Slapping a hand down on his thigh, Ezra barked, "Then go find some willing male company and have at it! And if that's not good enough, I suggest you and your right hand get to know one another better!"

Satisfaction coursed through Ezra's chest as shock rendered JD utterly silent for almost two whole minutes.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. Soon, JD's mouth was off to the races again. What did he mean by that? How did he know? Did men really DO that to each other? Because, a man would never even consider doing the man-woman thing with another man, right? Although . . . Nathan and Josiah did spend an awful lot of time alone in the clinic together. And what about Chris and Vin? They practically shared the same brain some times. But, why would they? Doing it with a man couldn't be anything like doing it with a woman. He would know. Back east, he'd practically been beating the women off with a stick. He'd had lots, dozens, a whole gaggle of women panting after him. That's what real men did.

"JD, so help me, if you do not shut that flapping hole beneath your nose, I will shut it for you. I have no idea how any of our compatriots spend their private time together, but as I said before, the ratio of women to men in this area is untenable enough that it would not surprise me to find out that they're seeking release in one another. However, I suggest you refrain from asking, unless you wish to meet an early demise."

"But-"

"No!" he interrupted harshly. "I have had enough. I swear on my last dollar that if you utter so much as one more word tonight, I will bend you over the nearest tree stump and use you myself, until you can no longer form a coherent sentence!"

Another blissful moment of quiet, then . . . the last straw. JD laughed; laughed! As if the idea of Ezra Standish exercising passionate authority over anyone was the supreme jest.

"Come on, Ezra, I know you better than that. You're too much of a gentleman to do anything like that to me!"

Had those words held even the least measure of respect, Ezra would have let it go. After all, his own speech had been intended as an empty warning; just a way to gain some peace and quiet, but this was too much. There was a sneer in JD's tone, as if he didn't know which was more ridiculous, the idea of Ezra truly being a gentleman or just his being man enough to follow through on a harsh threat.

Suddenly, all those times JD had dismissed him, demonstrated a hurtful lack of faith in him, and blatantly disregarded his feelings – Throwing Ezra, who had recently saved all of their hides, into jail on the word of the first authority figure to come along. Promising to invest in Ezra's saloon and promptly throwing away that money on Maude's crooked roulette wheel. Backing Chris's certainty Ezra could not be trusted to stand guard over a purloined fortune - all came washing back over him on a sudden tide of boiling hot rage.

A pulse of amusement flickered through Ezra at the undignified squeak of alarm JD emitted when he dismounted and dragged the boy ignominiously from his saddle in a single powerful motion. He knew it shocked the younger man to discover that he was so much the stronger, but Ezra he had never allowed himself to become the least bit out of shape, no matter what anyone thought. One never knew when strength might prove necessary in saving one's life or, in this case, sanity.

There were no tree stumps handy, but a boulder jutting a little under three feet above the hard desert earth looked ideal. Choking JD with the collar of his dirty homespun shirt, Ezra frog-marched him over to the handy protrusion and shoved him forward, taking advantage of JD holding out both hands to stop his fall to reach around and rip open his dusty woolen trousers. Agile fingers making quick work of JD's gun-belt, he shoved the pants down around his ankles, exposing him to the cool early-evening air. Before the young man could get over his shock enough to fight back, Ezra had pinned his hands behind him and mashed his exposed genitals against the rough cold surface of the rock with the weight of his own body.

"So you know me, do you?" he hissed into JD's flushed left ear. "If that's so, then you know that I consider myself too much of a gentleman to make unwelcome sexual advances on anyone."

Eyes wild, JD tried to look over his shoulder, head nodding frantically. "Yeah, yeah, you do! You are!"

Grinding his hips forward to deliberately increase the discomfort, he switched to the other ear and nuzzled it, enjoying the small gasp of fear this elicited. "But then, you must also realize by now that I will not make any threat that I do not have the balls to back up." He pressed a little harder. "What's it going to be, JD? Which way are the cards going to fall?"

JD shoved backward, squirming frantically as he attempted to pull free.

Ezra gasped, shocked when his heretofore unimpressed manhood suddenly stood up and took notice of the naked ass rubbing and wriggling so energetically against it.

He fell back a step and let go of JD's wrists, suddenly ashamed of himself. There had never been any intention of actually forcing his young cohort to couple. He had only wanted to frighten JD and make him regret his many thoughtless statements, but this was suddenly becoming personal. If he did not stop now, he would soon be rutting away like an animal with no care at all for whether or not the attention was welcome.

"I'm sorry." He moved away to lean dejectedly against the boulder. "I don't know what's come over me. Forgive me, Mr. Dunne. It won't happen again."

Half-expecting to receive a well deserved punch in the jaw for his brutish behavior, Ezra was astonished when JD simply turned to face him, put his fists on his hips and demanded, "So, that's it? You're having second thoughts, so I'm left hanging in the breeze. What . . . do I have to pay you, like Emily?"

Ezra frowned, involuntarily glancing downward to confirm that JD had made no move to pick up his trousers and was indeed 'hanging in the breeze'; and rather interestedly too, by the look of it. "You enjoyed that!" he accused, both intrigued and revolted by the realization. "I practically rape you over a rock and you enjoy it?"

Dunne had the nerve to grin at him. "You were starting to enjoy it too, by the feel of things."

"Why you rotten . . . conniving . . . annoying little . . . shit!"

The grin disappeared in a flash as JD detected the genuine anger filling Ezra's voice, suddenly realizing that perhaps taunting was not such a bright idea. "I was just, just kinda f-funnin', is all," he stammered, backing up and stumbling over his disarranged clothing. "Ain't like I was gonna tell anyone."

Ezra shot out a hand and caught him before he could hit the ground. Shoving him back against the boulder hard enough to bring forth a small grunt, he reached down and took a firm hold on the younger man's cock, twisting and pumping roughly as he stared into the wide hazel eyes, daring him to look away; a snake charming a rat to its doom.

JD whimpered, gasping lightly at the combined pain and pleasure of Ezra's ungentle handling.

Flicking a glance down at the newly excited groin, Ezra suppressed a snort. It was exactly like the rest of its owner, short, blunt, unevenly hirsute and by the look of things, none too clean. No matter. He had no intention of giving himself to the boy; tonight he would be the one doing the taking.

JD was clutching at his shirt, bare ass grinding against the boulder as Ezra brought him to a quick convulsive release. Not giving him any time to recover, Ezra grappled his own trousers and undershorts open with his free hand, trusting his gun belt to keep the garments secure from the dusty earth. Using the young man's spent fluid to slick himself; he spun him around and shoved him over the boulder, poising the head of his sturdily engorged penis at JD's entrance.

"Moment of truth, Mr. Dunne. Do we continue?"

With a moan that sounded almost like a sob, JD flattened his belly against the rock, lifting his ass higher. "Yes!"

A thrill of savagery churned in Ezra's belly at the unexpected reply, filling his cock with molten heat that speared him forward, impaling his tormentor in one swift blow. JD cried out with the shock but was quickly reduced to whimpering, moaning, and at last begging helplessly as Ezra slammed into him with long, harsh strokes.

Unlike his less experienced companion, Ezra had no hair-trigger. He knew how to make this last, how to strike and tease the sensitive area that would bring his partner to completion again, but only on his own terms. He was going to get his own pleasure out of this first. Bending his knees slightly, Ezra shortened his stroke, thrusting up hard and deep with each new plunge, lifting JD onto his tiptoes as he moved faster, massaging himself to the pinnacle of satisfaction.

A short yelp wrenched from Ezra's throat as he finally allowed himself release, the heat of his essence gushing hard inside the virgin vessel. Altering his technique again, he gripped JD's hips and thrust with determined haste, concentrating on granting a reward for the pleasure he had gained before the blood-rush could fade from his penis. He struck the sweet spot hard, again and again, sure that he had succeeded in his attempts when JD suddenly shuddered from head to toe and melted against the rock-face with an animalistic moan of ecstasy.

And none too soon. The sound had barely faded into the dark stillness when flaccidity finally caused Ezra to slip free of his body.

Ignoring the continued shivers of reaction from JD, Ezra tidied himself and tugged his clothing back into order before tossing a handkerchief to JD. "Clean up and make yourself decent while I set up the camp."

As he worked to unsaddle the horses, set out the bed rolls and build a fire in the small clearing next to their rock, Ezra surreptitiously watched JD. The younger man had obeyed the orders Ezra had given him and then just sat, a strange stunned look upon his face that brought a surge of guilt to the gambler's heart.

"You think we can do this again when we get home tomorrow?" JD said finally, looking up with hopeful eyes. "I want to do it just the way you did. Just think, if you can teach me, we can both have sex any time we want!"

Ezra raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had not been expecting that one! Mentally comparing JD's stubby cock with his first hand knowledge of Vin's talented instrument, Chris's impressive tool, and the wet-dream-inducing monster inside Nathan's pants, he shook his head. "Sorry, son. That one was free but lessons will cost you extra. And trust me, you can't afford the interest."

JD pouted, not saying another word for the rest of the night and into the ride home next day.

It was the best trip home that Ezra could remember.

THE END
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