Roughstock: File Gumbo -- Season One
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by B. A. Tortuga
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Beau is a two-time champion bullrider who is working on his third title. Sam is his long time lover and traveling partner, who is feeling the sting of having just about the worst season he can remember. The two of them are on the road together twenty-four seven, and it's starting to get to them a little, between the constant injuries Sam faces, and the relentless press that Beau has to put up with. Add in friends on the circuit who need their help and the fact that they have to hide what they mean to each other, and it's no wonder that Sam and Beau's relationship starts to wear a little from the friction. When things blow up in their faces, Sam leaves the bullriding tour for awhile, but the boys find out they're far more miserable apart than they are together. Beau and Sam may agree to disagree in order to make peace and help out their friends Jason and Coke, but in the unpredictable world of extreme sports, nothing goes as it's planned. Can Beau and Sam recover from what just might the last ride of Sam's life?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
29 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [262 KB]
Reading time: 165-231 min.
Beau stretched, listening to his neck crack. His stomach was acidy from all the bad hospital coffee. Jesus.
He looked over at Sam, who was sitting with his head against the wall, hat in his lap. Snoring. Lord, the man looked tired, with big, dark circles under his eyes even with his lashes resting there to hide the worst of them. Maybe it was time to go back to the hotel.
Sammy'd been running hard, running off nervous energy, but... Yeah. Real food. Real bed. A hot shower.
Beau couldn't reach with his toes, so he had to get up and walk over. "Sammy."
Those pretty, pretty blue eyes popped open, stared at him. "Boug. Coke?"
"Mmmhmm. Coke is the same. They'll do the surgery tomorrow." More joints popped. "I don't think we can do much else tonight. He's resting as much as he can, and visitor hours are over."
"You want to head for the hotel?"
"I do." They'd check in real quick with Balta, but there wasn't nothin' else to be done.
Sam blinked again. "You think I oughta stay or can I come, too?"
That had him cracking a smile. "I think you ought to get your lazy ass up and come with me, Poot."
"Fuck you, Boug." Sammy's leg swept out, kicking him lazily.
Huh. He might find the energy to do that. "Okay."
"Beau!" Sam sounded outraged and shit, but that grin was pure evil.
"What? I'm thinking we need to, you know, blow off steam." Wasn't no one listening.
"I got steam, cher." That low, deep rumble and the cher? In public, like Sam was the Cajun instead of a pretty Texas transplant in bayou country? Jesus fuck, that was pure heat.
Beau shifted from boot to boot, his jeans getting tight. Tight-tight. Beau cleared his throat. "Let's go say 'night to Balta and Joa."
"Sounds good." Sam rolled up, lean and solid beside him.
They went, shoulder to shoulder, finding Joa feeding change into a Coke machine, Balta chattering into a cell phone in Portuguese. Man, they'd gotten bitched at for cell use. Balta must be using the pretty card. It worked for the old man, not so much for him and Sam. Them Brazilians, though, they had pretty in spades.
"You two goin'?" Joa's weird-assed accent always made him grin -- mostly Texas, but just a little weird.
"Yeah." He jerked his chin toward Balta. "He okay? Y'all need anything?"
"Nah. We got it. Nate's stayin'. We'll be back, first light."
Beau jerked his head and Sam nodded. They both waved at Balta on the way by, but their shift was over for the day.
Sam followed him, right on his heels. "You hungry, Boug?"
"I could grab somethin'." He didn't want to do a sit-down thing.
"We could. Somethin' in a drive-through."
"Yeah. Chicken." Did they have Popeyes up here?
"That works. Something spicy." Sam was missing home; Beau could tell.
They ended up at a barbecue place that claimed spicy ribs, and they got a bucket of those, some potato salad, some coleslaw, and a buttload of bread. Then they picked up a six-pack of Bud and a two-liter of Coke. They also got mustard to mix in the potato salad, as folks anywhere north of Texas forgot that part, and some extra salt for the slaw. They was all set.
They got all of the stuff in on the little table and Sam grinned at him. "Be right back. I'll get ice."
"'Kay." He watched Sam go, loving the way that tight, round ass filled out jeans. The man was underrated, but Beau was okay with that. Meant he didn't have to get all jealous.
He got things all arranged, got his boots off, when Sammy came back carrying ice and Twinkies. At his look, Sam blushed. "For dessert."
"I like dessert." He had a sweet tooth. He also had a Sam tooth. Beau got up and stretched, walking over to give Sam a hello. Sam put the ice on the table, eyes on him all the way. Funny, wasn't it? How Sammy could look at him like that, even after they'd been together a million and a half years?
Beau reached up and put a hand behind Sam's head when the man got close enough. "Hey, you."
"Beau." Sam smiled at him, the worried lines beside eyes and mouth easing some.
"Mmm. Yep. Gimme some sugar, Poot."