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Dissonance - 24. Careening Towards the Edge

"Mason called while you were out."

Curtis' voice was sharp. The moment Travis exited from Red Cloud's stall, Curtis pushed a torn slip of paper at him. From Ben's perspective a few feet away, a notable sign of distress spread over Travis' face as he glanced down at it. But this agitated expression lasted only a second before he recovered and shoved the paper into his jeans pocket. His mask of stoicism resurfaced, and he mumbled over to his brother, "I'll get back with him."

Curtis didn't accept the answer. "He wants you over there Thursday."

"Yeah, I see that." Travis hoisted Red Cloud's saddle up into his arms and began carrying it towards the tack room. "I'll be driving back from Denver that day, so I won't be able to do it."

Ben grabbed a pitchfork from the wall and ducked into Hugo's stall. Although he was pretending to spread hay around, his real intent was to eavesdrop on the conversation without standing in the breezeway gawking at the brothers. There had been apprehension in Travis' expression as he'd read the note, and he wanted to understand why.

Curtis didn't allow Travis the chance to walk away from the conversation. "Hey, this isn't negotiable. Mason said it's prime time for his mare. He wants Max down there as soon as possible."

"That's nice, but I can't do it."

"You're really gonna forfeit that much money to drive your celebrity to Denver?" Curtis said. "Let him rent a fucking car! He can afford it. Hell, he can afford a fucking limo."

Ben heard shuffling, as though Travis had entered the tack room and was putting things away. As a result, his voice was even more distant when he replied, "I'm driving Ben to Denver, there's no debate. I'll be back Thursday afternoon. You and Arty can take care of the herd in the morning. I should be back in time for Abbey's riding lesson."

"I'll lead the girl's lesson," Curtis interjected. "You can go to Hartsel in the afternoon. I'm sure Mason would be fine with that. He said he's got the whole day free."

Travis suddenly appeared at Hugo's stall, disrupting Ben's eavesdropping technique. He said nothing. Hoisted Hugo's saddle from its perch and exchanged a brief look of consternation with Ben before exiting. As he passed by Curtis, he muttered, almost too quietly for Ben to hear, "Look, I'll talk to Mason. We'll arrange something else, for another time."

"I don't think --" Curtis began to argue, but Travis cut him off, his voice almost shaking the rafters as he yelled, "If you want it done so fucking badly, why don't you just do it yourself?! You're as capable as I am, brother! Mason's not picky. Anyone can bring the stud to that man!"

"Don't get fucking smart with me, Travis."

"Then fucking drop it, Curtis! I'm not gonna talk about this now."

Travis appeared once more at Hugo's stall. Gripped the handle of the pitchfork to hold it still to get Ben's attention. "I need to go make a phone call. Shouldn't be long. I'll meet you at the bunkhouse in a few, and we'll get washed up and head into town. Sound good?" His tone was lighter than it should have been. A false nonchalance.

Ben nodded and set the pitchfork aside. "Sure. Take your time." He watched Travis walk away, enter the office, shut the door behind him. Once the coast was clear, he pulled off his gloves, dropped them on a nearby bench, and approached Curtis, who was scooping oats and barley into a trio of buckets.

"Hey."

Barely glancing up from his task, Curtis said, "Yeah?"

"You might think it's not my place to say this..." Ben scrambled for the best route to take that wouldn't immediately spike Curtis' anger. "Maybe, uh, you should consider cutting Travis some slack."

Curtis paused long enough to give a him look. A distinct fuck-you look. "Yeah, it's probably not your place to say."

Ben swallowed. "I figured as much. But I'm gonna say it anyway. He's under a lot of stress, and the pressure you put on him makes it worse." He stopped to gauge Curtis' irritation level before continuing on. "I have a proposition for you." He glanced at the office door to ensure it was still closed.

"Oh, yeah?" Curtis' tone was mocking. He paused his feed measurements long enough to feign interest in Ben's proposal.

"You stop sending Travis to deliver Max for stud dates, and I'll give you what he owes you for the ranch. Then you can go off and get your alpaca farm, or whatever it is you've been wanting, and Travis can get on with things here."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The contempt in Curtis' stare split the room in two.

Ben steeled his nerves. Replied with a steady voice, "I'm serious. I can have a cashier's check delivered to you the day after tomorrow. Free and clear. My only demand is that you never tell him I gave you a dime. You leave quietly, of your own accord, and you stop running this ranch and running his life, and maybe, just maybe, somewhere down the line, he'll forgive you for the all the shit you've been putting him through."

"Just what kind of shit have I been putting him through?" Curtis raised his bearded chin in defiance, daring Ben to continue.

"I know about the stud dates. I know about them, Curtis. And I know that you did something to him" - he thumped his forefinger against his own temple - "or that you were involved somehow with that scar on his face."

With one swift movement, Curtis swung him up against the nearest wall. The back of Ben's skull slammed against the plaster, jarring his senses for a split second, and he shook his head, blinked his eyes. Curtis had both of his arms pinned tight, trapping him against the wall while he exhaled fire and sour breath into his face. "I don't give a shit who you are, you little prick," the man seethed. A spray of saliva bounced onto Ben's chin. "You don't know jack shit. You're just another one of Travis' little faggots passing through, planting seeds of rebellion in his head. Once you're gone, he'll fall back into routine. So just forget about swooping in here, trying to be his savior. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. And we sure as hell don't need your goddamn money, boy."

Ben was released as swiftly as he'd been taken. He had only a second to regain composure before the office door opened and Travis stepped out. A look of surprise and curiosity came over Travis' face as he noticed Ben peeling himself away from the wall. "You're still here," he commented, forming more of a question than a statement.

Ben nodded and discreetly rubbed his forearms to relieve the burn. "Yeah," he said. "I was just talking with Curtis for a minute. Ready to go?"

Travis glanced over at his brother, who had resumed scooping oats and barley into buckets as though the altercation had never occurred. If Travis considered saying something about it, he refrained. Turning his attention back to Ben, he managed a small grin and said, "Sure. Let's get going."

Before stepping through the massive stable door, Ben looked over his shoulder one last time to discover the asshole peering right back at him, animosity in his green-gold eyes.

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The steady flow of water from the shower had a therapeutic effect on Ben as it rolled down his back, loosening the muscles across his shoulders and farther down his spine, releasing the tension. He knew he was acting selfish, hogging the majority of the water and not allowing Travis better access to rinse the soap off of his body, but the steady stream felt too good to move away from, and he needed time to purge the aggravation. Just one more minute to wipe Curtis from my mind...

Travis didn't seem to mind the selfishness, though. Seemed content to receive the spray which bounced off of Ben's shoulders and buttocks. With a sheen of soap still clinging to his skin, he pulled Ben close and wrapped his arms around his torso, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, pressing his chest against Ben's back. Rivulets of water cascaded over their heads and pooled down between their intertwined arms.

"Man, I wish we could shower like this all the time," Travis whispered. He sank his teeth into Ben's collarbone and lightly sucked on the wet skin there.

Ben involuntarily flinched from the teeth marks but enjoyed the burn of it. "You should come to my house. I've got dual shower heads and a granite bench to sit on. Unlimited hot water."

"Mm..." Travis breathed. "Is that an invitation...?" He nudged Ben's upper body forward, causing imbalance, and Ben had to grab a hold of the metal piping of the shower head in order to steady himself in the slippery tub. From behind, Travis pressed up against him. There was no mistaking his interest in the close body contact.

"You're welcome to come any time you want, Cooper," Ben replied. The innuendo was fully intended. He pushed his hips back and gyrated against Travis' groin, and Travis reciprocated with a thrust that almost sent them both off their feet. Fingers slipped in the moisture as he gripped Ben's waist and tried to hang on.

After several more simulated thrusts, Travis lifted Ben's right leg up and planted his foot on the edge of the ceramic tub. Because the tub was lined with a plastic shower curtain, Ben's foot started to slip. Before he could steady himself, Travis dropped down on his knees, gripped his buttocks, buried his face between his flesh. Ben held fast to the pipe of the shower once more, pressing his forehead against the warm metal, trying to remain upright while Travis worked on him from below.

The combination of water, tongue, and subsequent finger exploration was intoxicating. Arousal was swift. With his free hand, Ben began to stroke himself. At one point, Travis pushed in two fingers and scissored his digits in slow penetration, intermittently poking at Ben's prostate, and Ben's knees weakened with each point of contact. "Oh, God..." He pressed his forehead even harder against the pipe until an indentation formed in his flesh.

Carefully, Travis pulled out and maneuvered back up to his feet. Resumed his previous position against Ben's backside. After wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close, he flicked Ben's hand out of the way and proceeded to take over the task of stroking him. The long, swift hand movements, coupled with the sensation of teeth once more clamped down onto the back of his neck, sent Ben careening toward the edge. Fuck, it just doesn't take much for this guy to get me there, he marveled.

Tired of playing the simulation game, Ben reached behind to guide Travis inside, wanting to be filled, but Travis resisted the temptation and pulled back, whispering something about not doing it that way, which Ben interpreted to mean not without a condom. Travis' restraint may have been commendable, but to Ben it meant an interruption to their heated moment. He would have preferred to carry on.

Travis shut off the now-lukewarm water. As they stood there dripping, listening to the gurgle of the drain, he turned Ben around to face him and drowned him in a kiss. Their tongues and hands explored one another, and the sensation of mutual erections colliding together like dueling swords was a new pleasure for Ben. He shoved a hand down between their compressed hips and attempted to stroke both members in one palm, but his fingers weren't long enough to encase them both.

"Come here," Travis said as he separated from the kiss and stepped out of the tub. Pulling the two bath towels down from the wall rack, he tossed one to Ben and used the other to quickly rub over his skin and hair, not caring for perfection in drying off but wanting to avoid dripping moisture across the hardwood floor as he exited the bathroom.

Ben followed suit, running the cotton towel down his legs, down his arms, over his hair before wrapping it around his waist. When he stepped out of the bathroom, Travis was at the bed with the nightstand drawer open, retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom from within. Ben caught a brief view of the contents of the drawer before it was shut. Noticed an array of accessories tucked inside, like Christmas morning at a sex shop. There was little time to contemplate the items, though, because Travis yanked the towel from around his waist and commanded him to get on the bed.

Ben climbed onto the mattress, propped himself up on his hands and knees, waited to be mounted. Travis surprised him by smacking his right butt cheek with an open palm. "Turn over. I wanna look at you."

Ben rolled over, and Travis tugged on his ankles to bring him to the edge of the mattress. Bending over to kiss a line down his chest and stomach, he eventually paused to swallow him down to the pubes. Between tongue-licks and mouth-suction, it wasn't long before Ben was careening towards the edge again - just as he had in the shower, just as he had many times over since meeting Travis. In a miraculous move, Travis rolled a condom on himself while keeping Ben deep in his mouth. When he stood up and pushed Ben's legs back, he was wrapped and ready to go. The bottle of lube appeared and then disappeared from his hands in a blur, and soon after, he snaked a moist finger inside Ben, prepping him for invasion. Although this groundwork which had already begun in the shower was appreciated, it still wasn't enough to properly prepare Ben for the stretch; when Travis entered him, he grimaced and grabbed at the fitted sheet with his fists.

Travis paused and looked down at him, wet bangs shadowing his eyes. "You want me to grab the poppers?"

Ben shook his head. "No, that shit's too intense." What he preferred was that the rawness of the fuck devour him until the pain transformed into pleasure. He wanted to connect with Travis on a base level, on a primal level, without the haze of chemicals stimulating his senses. He'd gone without poppers in the Dodge; he could, and would, do so again. Travis leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips and simultaneously pushed on the backs of his thighs, pressing his knees as far to the mattress as they could go in order to gain better access and further lodge himself inside. In the end, Travis was deep, down to the hilt, not a single inch wasted. Ben groaned and absorbed the discomfort. Soon, every nerve within his body began to twitch and tingle as pleasure replaced pain.

Although tender at first, Travis' slow, purposeful penetration eventually escalated into deep, smacking thrusts. He pushed himself up from Ben's chest and stood at the edge of the bed to gain better traction. Braced his legs against the mattress, gripping Ben's thighs in his hands, pulling him further off the edge. Through every move, his gaze never faltered from Ben's; his focus remained severe and unwavering, even when his breath became labored and his orgasm grew imminent.

Ben grabbed a hold of his ankles and pulled back on them as far as he could manage. Fill me. Puncture me. Send me to the fucking moon, cowboy. Without hearing the words, Travis innately understood. He wrapped a hand around Ben and brought him to an explosive release with just a few swift rubs, barely slowing down his pelvic thrusting as he did so. Ben cried out and writhed through his orgasm while Travis continued to pound him into the mattress. It was similar in intensity to the motel room fuck - except, this time, Travis wasn't pressing his hand against Ben's face to keep him silent and still. Instead, he was watching him, very intently, monitoring his reaction.

Only when he was convinced that Ben was completely satiated did he concentrate on his own release. Pulling out, he removed the condom and aimed for Ben's belly and chest. Afterwards, he watched through lidded eyes as their shared orgasms mingled together, pooling in the ridges of Ben's abdomen. Then, he collapsed in a panting mess atop him, almost sending them both to floor. Sweat and semen smeared between their torsos, and Travis kissed a few wet spots he found. "You're amazing, babe," he grunted.

Ben combed fingers through his wet curls and held him close while his heart expanded a fraction. Not even the continuous buzzing of his Blackberry vibrating across the kitchen counter disturbed this moment of bliss. "Pretty sure you're the one who's amazing here, Cooper," he whispered. "But, seriously... Next time, you should unload inside me. Go raw. Forget the condoms. I wanna feel everything you've got."

Travis pushed himself up on his hands and gazed down at Ben with a serious expression. "Neither of us can afford to be careless," he said. "As much as I prefer it, I don't do bareback. It's too risky. I had a terrible scare after Boston that I don't ever want to go through again."

Ben swiped moist bangs away from Travis' eyes. "Even if we're monogamous?"

The question lingered in the air but went unanswered. Travis lightly pecked his mouth, rolled off, grabbed one of the towels from the floor and proceeded to wipe his chest and groin with it. After he was done, he turned to the pine wood dresser and pulled drawers open, choosing clothes. To Ben he tossed a pair of red cotton briefs. "You can have those. Take another shower if you want, but make it quick, okay? I'm starving."

Ben stared at the underwear he'd been given, crumpled it in his hand and tossed it aside. Without comment, he grabbed a towel to wipe himself with, not giving a damn if he successfully got all of the sweat and semen off his body. Why the hell was Travis avoiding his question?

Travis was keen enough to know he'd pissed Ben off. After pulling up his jeans, he stepped over and took a hold of Ben's arms, forcing their eyes to connect. "Listen, I would really like it to strictly be you and me," he said. "I really would. But... I don't know how to make that work. How can we make that work?"

Ben felt blindsided, like he'd been hit by an invisible force. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "We make it work by making it work."

Travis buttoned up his fly and pulled his leather belt through denim loops. "We live a thousand miles apart from each other. How monogamous can we be? I'm sure there are hundreds of guys in L.A. willing to give their left nut to sleep with you. Now that you know what you like, you should explore that. As much as I hate the thought of it, I can't be selfish with you. I can't be your first and your last fuck. That wouldn't be fair."

Ben frowned and tossed the towel to the bed. "I'm not interested in anyone else..."

"Well, I'm not, either," Travis assured him. He buttoned up a solid black whip-stitched shirt and tucked the tails of it into his jeans.

"Are you sure about that? What about Doug?"

Travis stopped to look at him, brows furrowed. "Why do you ask that?"

"The way you two hugged this morning," Ben replied defiantly. "The way he openly flirted with me. You're the one who said you wouldn't share me. Now, you're saying you would. What the fuck? What's up with the star tattoo, anyway?" Ben grabbed Travis' right wrist. Brought it up to view. "You and Doug both have it. Yours is on the top, his is on the bottom. What does it mean?"

Travis pulled free and dropped his hand to his side, as though to conceal it. "It doesn't mean anything. Doug and I are old friends. We've done a lot of stupid things, including the tattoo. Look, if we're really gonna do this, babe," he continued, changing the subject, "if we're really gonna try to be in some kind of long-distance relationship thing, then we need to be realistic about it. How often do you think we're actually going to be able to see each other? Every few months, if we're lucky. Are you really gonna hold out for me to fuck you a couple times a year?"

"Yeah, actually, I would..." Ben reached for the red briefs he'd tossed aside and slid them on, not at all surprised that they were the right size. He could have probably fit into Travis' pants, too. Interchangeable wardrobes.

Travis stepped forward and took a hold of Ben's cheeks. Kissed his mouth sweetly. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "I'm not a great catch. I come with baggage. I come with scars..."

"Yeah, I know all that," Ben cut in. "But you're the one I want. So deal with it."

Travis processed this information, slid a hand up to touch Ben's jaw. "Okay," he whispered, pressing his forehead against Ben's forehead, green eyes peering into blue. "We'll give this an honest try. But -" he paused for effect - "I'll understand if you can't stick with it."

Meaning, Ben needed to understand if Travis couldn't stick with it. Maybe it was an impossible expectation, hoping that Travis could be monogamous, when Mason and Jack flashed money at him and Doug and whomever else waited in the shadows. Everyone wanted a piece of Travis Cooper, and Ben was unsure that Travis could, or would, keep his dick in his pants - even if he tried, even if he honestly wanted to. In the end, best intentions weren't always enough. Ben would have to decide if he could live with that reality, being separated from Travis by a thousand fucking miles.

"Come on, Benji." Travis scooped up his Resistol and placed it on his head. "Put some pants on. The afternoon's flying by."

Ben finished dressing and unplugged his phone from the charger. Took a brief survey of the myriad messages before stuffing it in his back pocket. One text from his so-called friend, Austin, simply stated, "What's with the faggot stuff in the paper?" Ben knew there would be countless more messages, just like that one, from various people. He wasn't looking forward to seeing, hearing, or responding to any of them. After lacing up his hiking boots, he stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips, pinching his lower lip between his teeth. One fucking complication after another. One fucking complication after another. That's how it felt, like a broken record going around and around in his head. He didn't know what the hell to do about it. Maybe there was nothing he could do about it. Just go with the flow. Hope for the best.

Travis wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Pulled him close, bumping the brim of his straw hat against his temple. "You finally ready?" he asked with a crooked grin.

Ben nodded. Slid Ray-Bans over his eyes and looked at the man from behind the dark lenses. Even if heartache was imminent, he'd continue on. He had to. Travis may have assumed that he wasn't worth the trouble, but Ben believed otherwise.

Thanks for continuing to follow this journey - and for leaving your comments. Cheers - Mac

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Well Mac, it looks like you're not going to make it easy for these two. It only took me 23 installments to make that statement. ? And you've just added to the Curtis mystery. We need some more history regarding Curtis, Mom, and Travis. Maybe Dad, too. Can't wait to see what happens when Ben goes home. Thanks. Jeff

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In some very twisted and disturbing way, Curtis enjoys pimping out Travis. I think he gets more satisfaction out of that than the ranch itself. I have to wonder if there’s a sexual component to his sadistic pleasure.

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Going behind Travis' back to make a deal with Curtis was a stupid idea and will come back to bite Ben in the ass at the worst possible moment.

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Contrary to popular belief, pimps are not just driven by money. It's the power, money comes second. Curtis, i think, does not want a quiet peaceful life, not when he can lord it over, and control people. Ben may have just learned that. 

 

As to the 'it's just the two of us' ... we'll see. But it is such a rare thing, that's why it gets written about so much.

 

Another good one my friend, defo worth the wait. 

 

tim

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Another great chapter Mac, 
 Curtis is a complete scuzzball... Its a good thing I believe in karma. I think Ben will be the one in the end to give it to Curtis. I think he is going to make it quite clear... Don't screw with Travis. 
 A long distance relationship will be tough for these two. Not because they don't want it. However, the universe seems to be throwing every damn obstacle at their feet. 
 Very sexy shower scene Mac... Good job my friend! ?

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Curtis is like the sludge on the bottom of your shoe. He's utterly despicable. However, Ben should not have offered to buy him out so Travis could have the ranch. Does Ben really thing Curtis is going to keep quiet about that? No way. Curtis is going to use that as soon as he sees fit.

 

I don't know if a long-distance relationship would work here. I know Ben wouldn't cheat on Travis, but with Mason and the others, could Travis really remain faithful?

 

This was another great chapter, Mac! :)

 

 

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On 4/19/2017 at 5:39 PM, Valkyrie said:

I like Curtis even less now.  It sounds like he has no desire to let go of the ranch. I'm even more curious about the brothers' past now.  Ben and Travis seem to want the same thing, even if Travis isn't convinced it will work or that he's worth it.  Ben has his work cut out for him to convince him otherwise.  I just hope it's not for naught.  I'm rooting for these two, while at the same time bracing myself for an unhappy ending.  You're keeping me guessing, and that's a good thing. :)

Hey Val, thanks for your feedback on this chapter. The positive and negative seem go hand-in-hand with these two, don't they? Ben does have his work cut out for him, but he's discovering along the way that he's stronger than he thought he was. More things will test that strength, for the both of them. Love ain't easy though, is it? I shall continue to keep you guessing. :) Cheers - Mac

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On 4/19/2017 at 7:31 PM, JeffreyL said:

Well Mac, it looks like you're not going to make it easy for these two. It only took me 23 installments to make that statement. ? And you've just added to the Curtis mystery. We need some more history regarding Curtis, Mom, and Travis. Maybe Dad, too. Can't wait to see what happens when Ben goes home. Thanks. Jeff

Why would I make it easy...? ;) Thanks for your comments, Jeff. I may not delve deep into everyone's history, but there will be some revelations forthcoming still. Cheers - Mac

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On 4/19/2017 at 7:52 PM, Defiance19 said:

Yup. Curtis is rotten.. 

 

I don't think that Travis is wrong in suggesting Ben fool around some before deciding. It may be a little insulting, but he has a valid point. It's also Travis taking the lead in rejecting what they have before Ben rejects him because as much as Travis wants this, he doesn't think he's deserving of Ben and this is new for Ben.  

I trust Ben to know his mind and what he wants but... He's not even returning calls, not yet ready to deal with the reality. He has no idea how he'll deal so in that I don't trust him to not hurt Travis. At this point, as much as Travis has on his plate I think he's seeing the situation clearer than Ben. 

That said, I think there's nothing wrong with giving it an honest try. They are grown men, and I will steel myself for what ever happens.. 

 

Thanks Mac.. 

 

Well, Curtis is in the shithole with everyone now, apparently. :)  He's not a very lovable guy, that's for sure. Without his influence and involvement, Travis' life would have taken a different turn. Where things go from here is important. I will do my best to see it through. And I agree with you about the monogamy (I know readers will throw rotten apples at me for saying that, but that's the reality.) Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Def. Always appreciated. Cheers - Mac

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On 4/19/2017 at 8:50 PM, droughtquake said:

In some very twisted and disturbing way, Curtis enjoys pimping out Travis. I think he gets more satisfaction out of that than the ranch itself. I have to wonder if there’s a sexual component to his sadistic pleasure.

Curtis doesn't want the ranch, but it's a means to the things he does want. Power and control. Ben is throwing a heavy wrench into it, which does not bode well with the man. Curtis assumes Travis will fall back into line once Ben is gone. We shall see... Thanks, droughtquake. Cheers - M

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On 4/19/2017 at 10:50 PM, Timothy M. said:

Going behind Travis' back to make a deal with Curtis was a stupid idea and will come back to bite Ben in the ass at the worst possible moment.

Yeah, Ben thinks money fixes things. Just like he gave money to Katy in the stables so she'd keep quiet. In his world, it's easy to throw cash around and get what you want. He has to learn that money doesn't guarantee positive outcomes. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on it, Tim.

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On 4/20/2017 at 5:24 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Contrary to popular belief, pimps are not just driven by money. It's the power, money comes second. Curtis, i think, does not want a quiet peaceful life, not when he can lord it over, and control people. Ben may have just learned that. 

 

As to the 'it's just the two of us' ... we'll see. But it is such a rare thing, that's why it gets written about so much.

 

Another good one my friend, defo worth the wait. 

 

tim

Thank you, tim. As always, you have great insight. You're spot-on about Curtis, and the monogamy idea is more fantasy than plausible, but if Ben believes in it enough, maybe it can work out. For a little while. Thanks for the comments. - Mac

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On 4/20/2017 at 8:10 AM, BlindAmbition said:

Another great chapter Mac, 
 Curtis is a complete scuzzball... Its a good thing I believe in karma. I think Ben will be the one in the end to give it to Curtis. I think he is going to make it quite clear... Don't screw with Travis. 
 A long distance relationship will be tough for these two. Not because they don't want it. However, the universe seems to be throwing every damn obstacle at their feet. 
 Very sexy shower scene Mac... Good job my friend! ?

Thank you, BA. There are countless obstacles, but what in life is easy, right? Sometimes, you have to fight for what you want. Ben's becoming more and more ready for that. Cheers, my friend - Mac

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On 4/22/2017 at 5:59 PM, Lisa said:

Curtis is like the sludge on the bottom of your shoe. He's utterly despicable. However, Ben should not have offered to buy him out so Travis could have the ranch. Does Ben really thing Curtis is going to keep quiet about that? No way. Curtis is going to use that as soon as he sees fit.

 

I don't know if a long-distance relationship would work here. I know Ben wouldn't cheat on Travis, but with Mason and the others, could Travis really remain faithful?

 

This was another great chapter, Mac! :)

 

 

Hi Lisa. You're right, Curtis is sludge. And Ben made a mistake trying to pay him off. He didn't (doesn't) know who he's dealing with, or what the underlying currents are. He's just viewing it like money can fix the world. Lessons to be learned here. Thanks for always reading and commenting!  Cheers - Mac

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Travis....WAKE UP!!! you have the best catch you'll ever get....get with the program

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On 6/3/2017 at 10:32 AM, JayT said:

Travis....WAKE UP!!! you have the best catch you'll ever get....get with the program

Sometimes we're blinded by what's right in front of us.

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On 5/7/2017 at 3:47 PM, MacGreg said:

He's just viewing it like money can fix the world. Lessons to be learned here.

Too many people think that money can solve every problem.

A popular genre for writers of a certain political bent is sudden wealth (nearly always unearned – lotteries; wealth inherited from previously unknown, long-lost distant relatives; and enormously successful lawsuits are popular sources). The author will rail about people who don’t work (hard enough) and leach off the youthful protagonist’s ‘hard-earned’ money – ignoring the actual funding source that the author has written into the story. The protagonist will solve every problem with money, not always strictly legally. The author will also complain about the semi-naked, shameless flaunting of flamboyant and glittery, overly visible Queer people in Gay Pride Parades on TV who give a bad name to all the self-respecting same-sex-loving, butch men – completely ignoring the historical fact that the very visible and flamboyant drag queens and Transpeople were the first ones to fight oppression and were on the front lines, kicking off the LGBTQ rights movement while the closeted, straight-acting homosexuals were busy trying to pass as straight! The protagonists will take advantage of all the rights and freedoms won by the very people they look down upon. The author will dismiss the value and significance of Gay ghettoes (especially to young LGBTQs), but will set up an extravagant Gay compound of like-minded masculine man-lovers by the end of the story (seemingly unaware of yet another irony with their mini-ghetto). Nouveau riche gone wild.

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