2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

T im drove up the long, gravel driveway to the house where Matt and Ryan Collins lived. He saw a large barn to the right and a lot of cattle in the pastures. The house was a white, two-story clapboard with a large, wraparound, front porch, hosting a two-seater swing and blooming flowers in white window boxes. There were hanging baskets with lazy petunias of many colors across the front. He could see it was a home for a family, and he smiled.

He walked up to the back porch and knocked, as people were known to do in the country. When little Ryan opened the door, he gave Tim a thousand-watt smile. "Hi, Mr. Tim. Come on in. Daddy's cussin' in the office.' The boy shook his head, which brought a grin to Tim's lips.

Tim laughed as he picked up Ryan, unable to resist for reasons he didn't understand. "Okay, cowboy. Show me where to find the office."

Ryan pointed down the hall, and Tim followed his directions, slyly taking in the house to see it was clean and comfortable. It wasn't a designer anything; it was a simple home. It was the best kind of home to have.

The two of them continued down the short hallway and turned into a room which seemed to be a den. The cowboy-in-question was sitting behind an oak desk in shorts and a T-shirt with the Professional Bull Riding Association emblem on the front.

"Mr. Collins, I heard you were having a problem with your computer." Tim carried Ryan into the room and deposited him on the floor next to the desk.

The drop-dead, gorgeous man looked up and sighed. "I should have known better… Well, don't open emails from people you don't know, but the subject line read that there was interest in one of the bulls I've advertised on an auction website. When I opened it, the whole computer went crazy, and I can't even get the damn calculator or calendar to work, much less everything else I have on here. This thing has all my financial records, along with all the information about the cattle for sale and my address book," Matt complained.

Tim held the laugh as he witnessed the man's hands flailing at his sides before pointing to the offending laptop. He turned to Ryan who looked equally as upset as his father. "Can you get me some water?" The boy nodded, hurrying out of the room and down the hallway, little feet scurrying over the hardwood.

"I need to check if someone attached a virus to it. The sooner I know what it is, the faster I can fix it. I won't bore you with the details, but it's not my first time at this rodeo. My roommate in college used to download shit on his computer from porn sites all the time. I used the example of his computer situation as my senior project before I graduated. Kenny ended up going to Hollywood to work as a production assistant at a porn studio, or so I heard. Go figure."

Tim slowly walked around the desk and stood next to the chair where Matt remained seated, appearing to be confused. His eyes grew bigger as Tim got closer to the device, so Tim stopped.

He could see Matt wasn't exactly impressed, nor was he comfortable with Tim's ramblings, so he shut up and prepared himself to work his magic. He wasn't talented regarding singing, dancing, or anything that would turn heads in the fine arts. Tim didn't advertise his formidable cock-sucking skills—according to the one guy he'd sucked off—because he wasn't interested in becoming a male hustler, nor was he looking to get his ass kicked for being queer in southern Virginia.

Tim could, however, ascertain any problem with any computer system, regardless of how shitty it might be, and with a few exceptions, he could work around the issues and get it up and running. His skills weren't sexy, but he could become the most needed guy in the room if someone couldn't access their email, Insta, or TikTok.

Tim glanced down to see the handsome cowboy blushing, and it convinced him the email Matt had opened had nothing to do with a bull he was selling. It was likely something Matt never wanted anyone to know he'd downloaded, so Tim smiled at him. "Let me have a look, Mr. Collins. I have a policy: I don't judge, and I don't gossip. Whatever I find on your computer is your business, and I won't talk about it. So?" Tim again pointed to the laptop. Matt nodded sheepishly as he moved from the chair behind the desk.

After a cursory perusal of the device, Tim determined the best method of attack was to write a program to run a diagnostic assessment on the hard drive to determine how many applications the virus had corrupted and how profoundly they were impacted.

"You want a beer?" Matt asked as he watched Tim work.

"I sure wouldn't mind one," Tim responded.

The cowboy left the room, and Tim took the opportunity to begin trolling, surprised to find a lot of gay porn on the man's computer, which made him happier than a kid in a candy store.

He found a virus attached to one of the videos, not an email, so he quickly wrote a fix to eradicate it and restore the computer to its original state. He also downloaded new and better protection software than the one Matt used.

Matt returned to the den with two beers a few moments later, offering one to Tim. "Thank you. I was able to find the source of your problems, and I wrote a program to rid you of it. I'll caution you about when you download po—certain videos, which we all do, make sure you do it inside of your security suite. I loaded new protection software to keep this type of thing from happening in the future.

"It should stop every invasive virus, malware, and the like, and it's a lot better than what you had on your computer. If you need help with this again, call me."

He could see Matt was freaked out because Tim had seen the porn on his computer, so Tim took the beer from Matt's hand and took a sip. "Don't freak out, okay? There's nothing wrong with curiosity."

What Tim didn't expect was for Matt Collins to pull him into his arms and kiss him like he'd never been kissed before in his life. Tim had enjoyed a few kisses over the years, and he'd exchanged blow jobs with his boyfriend in high school and a roommate in college. Those had been fun times of exploration, but that's where things ended.

He'd never fucked, nor been fucked by anyone. Tim didn't even know if he was a top or a bottom, though he'd had two fingers up his ass while jerking off and it made him come… mind-numbingly hard.

Matt's lips were pillowy soft, and his mouth tasted like beer. His arms wrapped around Tim's waist as the cowboy pulled Tim closer, and he sure as hell didn't resist Matt's advances. It was heavenly to feel the hard body next to his own. Matt's prick poked him in the stomach, and it left Tim feeling flushed all over.

Suddenly, little feet were dashing toward the office, so Tim started to pull away, only to be shoved hard by Matt. Thankfully, Tim landed on the leather couch next to the desk and was able to balance the beer in his grip so as not to dump it on himself or the rug on the floor.

Ryan rolled into the room with a big smile. "Can Mr. Tim stay for dinner? Gramma's bringin' over barbecue chicken, remember?"

Tim looked at the cowboy and saw he was uneasy, so he knelt in front of the little boy. "Sorry, Ryan, I can't. My Aunt Katie is waiting for me for supper. I appreciate the offer, though." Tim even shook the boy's hand and smiled at him, seeing a sad little smile on Ryan's face in return.

"You can come back another day, though. What's your favorite thing to eat? I'll have Gramma make it for you," Ryan offered.

In Tim's opinion, he was a cute little shit. Tim glanced at Matt to see the man was either nervous or embarrassed, though Tim wasn't sure which.

He smiled at Ryan and stood. "I'm really busy at the farm right now, but I'm sure we'll run into each other again sometime soon."

Tim turned to extend his hand to Matt. "You're all set, Mr. Collins. If you have any more problems, there's a helpline with your new security software. I jotted the number on that pad.' He pointed to the information on a sticky-note pad which included the assigned password along with instructions to change it.

Matt looked at Tim with concern in his eyes. Tim knew why, so he decided to put the cowboy's mind at ease. "Glad to be of assistance. Going forward, you might want to find yourself a Geek Squad, so you don't have to depend on me. They can do most of the work by remote access. They only come out if it's a hardware issue, so your computer problems remain anonymous. Take care, Mr. Collin." Tim headed down the hallway to let himself out the front door without looking back.

Clearly, Matthew Collins had acted without thinking when he kissed Tim, likely out of gratitude for saving him a lot of embarrassment and maybe some cash. Tim certainly wouldn't blow up the guy's life by blabbing about one ill-conceived kiss of gratitude. It didn't mean anything.

The kiss certainly didn't make Tim's toes curl and his cock harden. He wouldn't spend the rest of the evening in his room at Katydid with the door locked, jerking off as he remembered that kiss. No, that wouldn't be Tim Moran at all.

The hell it wouldn't!