Helping Hands
"Kid, you're gonna have to tell someone what's wrong!" Buck Wilmington had never seen JD so edgy and unfocused. For days now, he had barely said a word, and it appeared to Buck that he was avoiding him especially. But all the prodding and questioning had done nothing but make the young Sheriff even more closed up about whatever was bothering him.
"Let it be, Buck. It's my problem." JD sighed. "I know you mean well, but it's... well... personal."
Smiling, Buck said, "So it has somethin' to do with a girl?"
JD jumped up, pushing his chair back so hard that it crashed to the saloon floor. "Is that all you ever think about? Damn, Buck!" And with those words, JD stormed off, headed upstairs to his room.
"What was that?" Buck was dumbfounded.
"Mr Dunne certainly makes a valid point," Ezra offered from the next table without pausing in his card shuffling.
"What the hell did I do?" Buck asked, throwing his hands in the air. "I was just tryin' to be helpful." He looked at the gambler as if waiting for agreement. But none was forthcoming. Frustrated, Buck huffed, "Well darn it, I'm gonna go and question that kid until he tells me what's going on."
Ezra smirked. "That should do it, Mr Wilmington."
Buck glared briefly in the gambler's direction, before making his way upstairs to find JD.
+ + + + + + +
Buck had to knock on his door ten times before he was acknowledged at all. And then it was only a discouragingly abrupt, "WHAT?" that came from inside.
Determined to ignore the rejection he knew he'd be seeing on JD's face, Buck entered. "We have to talk, son!"
For an instance, it looked as though JD was going to throw a pillow at him. But at the last moment, he changed his mind, realizing how childish that would be. Huffing angrily, he instead crossed his arms in front on his chest, trying to look as forbidding as one could while sitting on a bed propped up by a pile of pillows.
Buck suppressed a smile, closing the door behind him. He walked over to JD's side of the bed.
JD didn't shift, but he turned his face the other way. "What do you want, Buck?"
"An explanation would be nice." Buck cocked his head, trying to look at JD's face. He sat down on the mattress and reached over him, supporting himself with one hand on the other side of JD, who somehow still managed to avoid looking at him.
"How am I s'posed to talk to you, if I can't even look at you?" Buck inquired, using his other hand to take JD's chin and turn his face until their eyes met. He felt the boy jerk slightly at the contact, but he didn't resist. "Now, you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?"
JD opened his mouth to speak but let it snap shut again. He simply continued glaring at Buck instead, but there was an odd flicker of something in his eyes for a moment.
Buck wasn't sure what to do next. Removing his hand from JD's chin would probably be a good start. He placed it palm down on the bed by JD's side, taking a deep breath.
"It's nothin', Buck," JD finally said.
Buck smiled. "There's somethin' going on. You've been acting like a wolf around a flock of lambs." Realizing the inaccuracies of that metaphor, he added, "Well, like a temperamental lamb maybe."
JD smiled in spite of himself. "Sorry," he said softly.
Buck returned his smile. "Now, there's no need to apologize, you hear?" He settled in more comfortably. "I just wanna know what's botherin' you, that's all."
With a sigh, JD admitted. "I don't really know, Buck. It's just that I'm... well..."
"Yeah?"
JD tried to explain. "I'm just so damn tense, you know? Sometimes, I feel like I just wanna jump out of my skin."
Buck was beginning to get the idea. "How long's that been goin' on?"
"I don't know. A couple of weeks, I guess."
"Really?" Buck thought about the last few weeks. JD had been working real hard at the jail. He's had someone locked up in there every single day and he'd refused anyone taking over his shifts until they basically dragged him away and threw him into bed. Apparently, it was all beginning to take a toll on him.
"You work too hard, kid," Buck stated.
JD looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"What?" Buck asked, smiling. "You do! Besides, I haven't seen you do anything to relax."
JD pulled a face. "Buck, I know what you're gettin' at. But girls ain't the answer to everything."
Smiling broadly, Buck disagreed, "They are to a whole lotta questions. You just gotta ask the right ones."
JD shifted uncomfortably. "It doesn't matter anyway. There ain't any girls around here these days."
"Looks to me like we've found what the problem is."
"Huh?" JD asked doubtfully.
Buck grinned. "A man needs to have some fun once in a while. Well, so does a lady, I guess. Anyway, you know what I mean."
Shaking his head, JD said, "I haven't a clue what you're talkin' about, Buck."
"Come on, JD."
"What?"
'Hell, he really does look confused,' Buck thought. Could it be? He decided to get to the bottom of this. "What do you do to relax when you're... um... by yourself?"
"By myself?" JD looked more and more perplexed. "Buck, you ain't makin' any sense!"
Staring at him, Buck Wilmington finally conceded, "Well, I'll be... You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you, kid?"
Growing frustrated, JD groaned. "No, dammit, I don't. Why don't you write it down or show me or somethin'?"
Show me... Buck swallowed. He couldn't do that. Could he? "You want me to show you?" he asked, his throat suddenly feeling dry.
JD nodded. "Well, yeah... I guess."
'Now there's an invitation,' Buck thought.
JD just sat there, waiting. Apparently not having the faintest idea what was going through his friend's mind.
'Wonder if he'll just run away or if he'll shoot me first,' Buck thought. He had to try hard not to laugh hysterically.
Show me... That's what JD had said.
Very slowly, Buck shifted his hand from the mattress to JD's thigh.
Oddly, his hand wasn't immediately slapped away as he had expected. JD just twitched nervously, his jaw dropping in surprise.
'Guess he's still thinkin' about whether or not to reach for his gun,' Buck thought, elated by the sheer surprise that he was still alive, especially considering he'd begun to move his hand up and down JD's thigh slowly, inevitably getting closer to his groin, inch by inch.
JD was holding his breath. He could tell that he was simply because he was beginning to feel awful faint. 'Breathe!' he told himself. 'Whatever happens, just keep breathin'!'
Buck's palm was moving upwards with increasing pressure - pressure which seemed to translate directly into the growing pressure JD was feeling in his groin. 'God no,' he thought, shame and embarrassment threatening to choke him. What would Buck think of him if he... JD was a little shocked when he realized that Buck had to know full well what could happen if he kept doing what he was doing. And, well... he just kept on doing it.
And inevitably, JD's body responded. Enthusiastically.
By the time Buck's hand came to cover him, JD was hard as a rock and hyper-sensitive, even through the fabric of his trousers.
Buck wanted to reassure JD that everything was OK, but the boy looked like he was balanced precariously on the verge of both panic and desire. And Buck did not want to risk pushing him over to the wrong side. He decided to just keep focussing on JD's eyes, holding his gaze steadily while his fingers moved up towards the top button of JD's pants. When he unsnapped the button, he felt JD's stomach tighten against his touch.
For some reason, that tiny involuntary reaction sent a wave of tenderness through Buck. He smiled, taking a moment to run his finger along JD's stomach and around his navel, before getting back to the job at hand.
JD closed his eyes when he felt Buck's fingers snake their way inside his underwear. 'Breathe!' he commanded himself.
Buck shifted a little closer to get a better angle for what he was about to do. He turned his hand so that his fingers were pointing down and reached around JD's manhood.
The little gasp he earned with that action made him smile. 'God, that boy feels good,' he thought. That in turn made him wonder what JD was feeling right about now and his own arousal grew rapidly in response.
JD didn't really know what he felt. All he could say for sure was that he'd never felt anything like it. Not even when that girl from Wickes' town had done a very similar thing to him. What was her name again? Anyway, that had just been her doin' her job. Buck however...
Those fingers began really working their magic now and JD had to claw at his bedspread to keep from thrashing about.
And then, Buck stopped suddenly.
JD's eyes flew open, and he whimpered at the loss. The warm smile playing around Buck's lips consoled him that he hadn't done anything wrong.
While JD was still trying to figure out why those wonderful fingers had stopped touching him, Buck let go completely and reached for JD's right hand.
JD hesitated, but followed his friend's guidance, allowing Buck to place his own fingers around his erection. It was decidedly odd, to be touching himself so intimately. Was that what Buck had been getting at with all that relaxing-by-himself talk? JD blushed.
Buck's eyes were locked with his as he started moving JD's hand up and down his hard shaft, slowly, to give him time to get used to what was obviously a new sensation. It was damn difficult, keeping things slow like that. Buck hadn't really thought this through, he realized. Not having anticipated how goddamn hot JD would look this aroused, he didn't really know how to keep his own excitement under control.
Guiding JD's fingers up and down with increasing pressure, Buck bravely withstood the shimmer of arousal in JD's eyes, the moisture glistening on his lips from reapeated nervous licks, and the flush of his pale skin. But what did get to Buck were the desperately but not very successfully supressed sounds JD was making. A tiny gasp when Buck moved his fingers right up to the base of his cock and the sharp exhale when he moved them down to the tip, closing them around it to squeeze lightly. And heaven knew, the way JD's chest was heaving, he'd pass out any moment.
"Just keep breathin', JD." Buck's voice was rough and husky.
And it didn't fail to affect JD, sending shivers up and down his spine. He had no idea what he was doing, but Buck had obviously done this before, and the way he was guiding him made every nerve in JD's body vibrate with sensation. When Buck's fingers closed around JD's tighter, making the boy's own into a vice around his aching arousal, JD whimpered. The pain just felt too good.
"Oh hell!" Buck exclaimed then. "I can't take this anymore." And before JD knew what was happening, Buck had let go of his hand and pulled it away entirely.
"No!" JD protested, only to have his next word - please - turned into an enthusiastic growl as Buck sank on his knees by the side of the bed and pulled JD's legs around so they hung over the edge of the mattress. Suffocating any further protests JD might have had, Buck freed him entirely from the confines of his trousers and bent down to take him in his mouth.
Jerking like a puppet on a string, JD tried to hold on to his sanity as Buck began to suck him, pulling him forward with his hands at his hips. Teeth grazed over him, a tongue lashed at him and swirled around his oversensitized flesh, and soft lips closed around his tip, suckling and pulling so hard that JD nearly slid off the mattress.
A hysterical thought came to him. "Can't do this. By. Myself," he groaned, causing Buck to chuckle around him.
But then, Buck began to suck even harder, just about swallowing JD's cock entirely.
JD felt a storm rising in him. His stomach lurched, there was a noise like rushing water in his ears, and stars flickered behind his hodded eyes. And then, with a deeply heartfelt "God!" he came inside Buck's mouth.
It only halfway entered JD's mind that Buck had swallowed everything up eagerly, drinking off him until his last spasms had subsided entirely. A wonderful sense of contentment came over the young Sheriff and he sank back against the pillows with a sigh.
Buck stood, his legs shaky from the kneeling and the simply overwhelming experience of seeing, feeling and tasting that boy come to life inside him. He smiled, leaning over JD's sleepy form. "You have a good rest now, you hear?" he whispered softly.
JD nodded, a smile playing around his lips. "Buck?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you kiss me?"
Of all the things Buck had expected, this wasn't one of them. To hell with pretending he'd just done what he had done to relax JD a little. "Sure," he said, sitting down on the bed and bending over JD, whose eyes were firmly locked on his.
"You got beautiful eyes, Buck," JD said, admiring their deep blue. Not for the first time, he had to admit.
"JD," Buck said softly. "You're beautiful all over." And he covered JD's mouth with his own, parting his lips slightly.
JD gave himself entirely in that kiss, letting Buck's tongue explore his mouth and his arms hold him tight. When they both came up for air, he smiled.
"Now you'll know what to do when you need to ease some of that tension," Buck said, wondering whether he should offer his assistance in case JD's memory failed him. Then he wondered what he'd be calling him from now on - neither kid nor son seemed appropriate anymore. He smiled at the thought.
JD's eyes twinkled. "You got anything for a sore back?"
Laughing, Buck said, "I just might have, Darlin'."
END