Summary: Brandon has a great job, a gorgeous wife, and an adorable son. What more could a guy ask for? How about love? When Brandon goes off to visit his cousin Orlando early after work on Friday, he meets up with someone who is most definitely not his cousin Orlando and things get a little kinky, if you know what I mean.

Rated: ‘R’ Just to be safe for all of the content in here, but it’s a mild ‘R’.

Warnings: Slash, and ‘bad words’ not suitable for ‘little kiddies’. Not like anyone –especially me- cares anyway. Read it if you enjoy it, right?

The Secret Trip

“Sir, your noon appointment with the mayor has been canceled.” His secretary Silvia told him as she shuffled into his office with a stack of papers. “He rescheduled for Monday, so you’ve got the rest of the weekend off.” She smiled proudly at him. If he had the weekend off, so did she.

“Stuck up bastard could have said something earlier.” He smiled up at her briefly. “Can you move up my flight for me?”

She handed him the ticket. “Already done.”

He laughed. “You read my mind.” He told her, running his pale hand through his midnight locks out of habit.

“I hope you enjoy your trip to see your cousin.” She smiled warmly at him.

“I will.” He told her as he pulled on his coat and walked out the door. “Close up the office for me?”

“Absolutely. Enjoy!”

He rushed outside and hailed a cab, ordering him to take him to the airport. He nearly cried when he found out his flight to New Mexico was delayed by an hour, but it gave him time to check up on the car that was supposed to be waiting for him. He also tried to call the person he would be staying with, but there was no answer.

Finally, the boarding call was made for his flight and he anxiously boarded. On the way there, he took several naps in different intervals and was awoken when they were told to put on their seatbelts again by the captain. His plane finally came in and he couldn’t stop the butterflies that always rummaged through his stomach at this point. He found his rental car and started the hour drive to his destination –listening to music when he couldn’t hear the beating of his heart in his head. He picked up his cell phone as he drove and quickly dialed his wife.

“Hello? Brandon?” She answered.

“Hello, Honey.” He replied with a small smile and fake glee.

“How are you doing? I heard from Silvia that the mayor canceled on you again.” She sounded sympathetic.

“Yes.” He groaned. “The man doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his needs, but we’ll see if he can set aside five minutes to talk with me or if he would rather not get reelected.” He chuckled.

“Are you at the airport?” She questioned.

“Delayed… again!” He growled back to her. “How was your day? Is Damein alright?”

“He’s sleeping like a baby.” She whispered lovingly. “He said his first word today.” She told him sadly.

“That’s wonderful!” Brandon exclaimed.

“You weren’t here for it.” She told him sharply.

“Honey, I was working.” He told her ruefully. “I’m sorry. What was the word?”

“Pumpkin.” She sighed heavily. “Your pet name for him.”

Brandon felt a swell of pride, then frustration. “I’ll be home before the weekend’s over.” He promised.

“Of course. You always are.” She accepted his words and stretched. “I think I’ll take a nap. Have a good trip, and say ‘hi’ to your cousin Orlando for me.”

“I will.” He felt like laughing. “Goodbye.”

“I love you.” She told him emotionally.

“I love you too.” He felt his heart clench as he spoke the damnable words as if they were some kind of dreaded ritual, with fake emphasis in his voice. “Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

They hung up and Brandon sighed happily as he saw the mailbox announcing the entrance to the ranch he was looking for.

“Thank the gods.” He murmured as he pulled into the dirt drive and parked next to a black pickup truck that was covered in dried mud in front of a small open barn.

He got out of the car, but didn’t bother to lock it. No one would take his car way out here. He shoved the keys into his coat pocket and pulled at his tie. It was so humid and hot around here. He always felt overdressed.

He threw his coat jacket and tie into the backseat of the car and began walking toward the back of the colonial house that looked more like a very tall barn.

An empty paddock took up the front yard with a stone wall surrounding the entire property.

Three paddocks stood in the backyard and right in the middle of one of them was a tall cowboy, hat sitting on his dirty-blonde hair, dark tan covering what could be seen of his skin. He was dressed in a dirt covered tank top and worn jeans with black worn boots beneath. His gloved hand was holding the reins of a beautiful palomino as the horse bucked back. Three dogs stood at the edge of the paddock barking madly at the horse.

“Shut up!” The man shouted to them. His face was rough and unshaven for perhaps two or three days.

The dogs growled, but quieted at their master’s words.

He grunted and growled as he tried to calm the palomino to a steady position, but the beast wouldn’t be still.

“Sh! I promise you’ll be fine. They won’t hurt you again. Let me help.”

Brandon noticed the gash on the front hoof of the horse just then as it stood on all fours, pulling at the reins madly to get away from the man and the dogs.

“Sh!” He soothed as he reached out quickly and pet her mane to soothe her further. The mare stood gingerly on the hoof as the man grabbed a tackle box and pulled it closer. He took an ointment and cleaned the wound. “This’ll sting.” He announced before he touched the horse. She merely grunted, but allowed him to wipe away the blood and wrap the wound.

When the palomino noticed Brandon standing there, she whinnied at him.

The man looked up to see what she had called out to and he frowned, his breath coming a bit heavily from the workout he had just gone through with his horse. He packed the tackle box back up and pulled his gloves off, throwing them into the box, then carrying it over to Brandon and handing it to him as he slipped through the gap in the fence.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded as he took the box back and brought it over to a larger barn behind the smaller one Brandon had parked in front of.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” Brandon replied with a smirk.

“It hasn’t even been two months.” He countered casually as put the tackle box into the storage room.

“I know.” Brandon answered with a bit of a nod as he looked around. “Nice barn. It wasn’t here last time. Did you build it?”

“Yes.” The man snapped as he turned back around, about to walk out of the storage room, but Brandon blocked his path.

“A carpenter too, huh?” He smirked.

“You don’t need a license to build your own barn as long as it’s to code.” He hissed back, sweat falling down his neck.

“True.” Brandon nodded once leaning closer to the other man until he was breathing against his sweaty skin.

“So how’s your wife?” The man asked dryly before Brandon’s lips touched his throat. Brandon froze and growled as he leaned back. They locked eyes; neither one willing to give in.

“Fine.”

“And the kid?”

“Fine.”

“Well, isn’t that just lovely.” He retorted sarcastically as he walked under Brandon’s arm and outside the barn. He whistled for the dogs and they came running over as Brandon caught up to him. The dogs pounced onto Brandon; happy to see him and the man smirked slyly. “You’re their favorite relative, you dog.” He quipped and Brandon snarled from the ground beneath the Rottweiler, German Shepherd, Chocolate Lab, and Collie.

“Get off, Orlando!” Brandon ordered as he shoved at the German Shepherd. “Gretchen! Ack!” He pushed the Rottweiler away from his crotch. “Damn it, Diesel!” He shouted at the Chocolate Lab, pushing its ass away from his face. “Daisy! Sheesh!” The Collie sat obediently at his side licking his face.

When Brandon finally stood up again the man of his frustrations was guiding the wounded horse gently into the large barn and to her stall. He reappeared from the barn and shut the main door, leaving a light on for his horses.

The sky began darkening with the night as Brandon came face to face with this man again.

“Hello, Eli.” Brandon greeted.

“Hello, Brandon.” The cowboy responded, his voice deep and in Brandon’s opinion, quite sexy.

“Are you going to turn down my offer because I came early?” Brandon cocked his brow and Eli glared at him steadily, then sighed.

“How can I?” He whispered in submission.

Brandon leaned forward and captured his lips. Eli watched Brandon’s emerald eyes close as they kissed, but he couldn’t bring himself to do the same.

You bastard! He thought. Cheating on your wife… your son. You aren’t hurting anyone more than you’re hurting me though. I get to have sex with you for a night, then you’re off to your family and friends in some other state. Be honest with one of us.

Brandon opened his eyes and stared longingly into Eli’s brown orbs.

“You should tell her.” He insisted for the thousandth time.

“Come off it, Eli. I can’t tell her. If we divorce she’ll get full custody of Damien and I won’t ever see my son again.” He repeated for what seemed like the billionth time. “If I give you an extra grand, will you drop this?”

Eli snarled angrily. He wanted to tell Brandon to shove all that money up where the sun don’t shine, but he couldn’t. He needed the money, no matter how much of a whore he felt like.

A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Do you want the ending?