My Kinda Party

For eight years, eight long years Carter Lacroix had tried to track down the girl who he had been told was his sister. After his grandfather, the man who had taken him in after he had been kicked out of the house by his father for being gay, had told him that his parents died and that Nolee had been taken in by a friend of the families, he had tried to get out of Texas and back to Nashville. But it wasn't easy. He worked part time on a small farm just outside of the Houston limits and with pay being tight, he could barely afford the place he was staying in now.

That had changed when he finally earned the money. Now here he sat in a lousy Nashville honky tonk trying to find the courage to go to the Lawler ranch to ask about his sister. With his large brown stetson hat pulled over his eyes, Carter tossed back another beer as his eyes surveyed the crowd.

John smiled drunkenly at Nolee. "I can dance to country music. Watch and learn cowgirl." He slurred and downed a shot before getting up on the bar, shaking his hips to the song, earning cat calls and kissy noises and a bunch of 'Lemme take you home, darlin' calls. He smirked. "Who wants to be my cowboy for the night?" He called through the bar. A shitload of men called to John, wanting to take the Shaman of Sexy home with them tonight.

Carter's eyes had been glued to the little preformance that the handsome brunette in the middle of the dance floor had put on. Instead of simply cat calling and saying they wanted to tak him home, Carter downed the rest of his beer and walked into the center of the dancefloor, wrapping his arm around John's waist and pulling him closer, "Names Carter. I'm gonna be your Redneck Romeo tonight doll."

John smiled and grinded against the man. "Name's John. Well darlin'... show watcha got." He purred with a smik, taking off Carter's hat and putting it one.

Carter smirked, "Oh I know who you are John. Your a wrestler." Carter leaned forward, taking the bottom lobe of John's ear in between his teeth and suckling on it gently.

John moaned. "Yes, I am. And I'm very... very... flexible." He purred, grinding his hips against Carter's as he danced. "I always wanted to ride a cowboy..."

Carter smirked as he ground into John, "Good thing cuz I ain't takin' no for an answer. You ready to leave or is there someone here with you that you need to tell?"

John though for a minute. "Gimme a minute." He said and rushed over back to Nolee and the other's. "I'm going home with someone, okay?" He said, gesturing back to Carter who was waiting for him.

Nolee smiled, "At least have the decency to introduce him to me, okay?"


Carter lit one of his cigarattes, taking a drag as he waited for the hot man who was talking to the...his mouth dropped open. He'd know those eyes anywhere. Grabbing the picture out of his pocket, he looked at it. John knew his sister. He put the picture back in his pocket and walked over to the bar, not wanting it to ruin his night.

John groaned. "Fine, but make it quick. I'm horny as hell." He said and grabbed Nolee's hand, pulling it over to Carter. "Carter, Nolee. Nolee, Carter. There, lets go." He said before turning back to Carter.

Carter smiled, stopping the tears from coming to his eyes as he laid sight on his sister for the first time. "I...I know who she is. Her parents were good folk."

Nolee's face lit up, "You knew my parents?"

Carter nodded, "Yeah...yeah I knew them." He turned to Johnny, "Lets get going now okay?"

John looked between Nolee and Carter. But he was too drunk and horny to care what went on between them. "Yeah, lets go." He said, taking Carter's hand and pulling Carter out of the bar.

Carter smirked and led Johnny to his cherry red pick up truck, "Get in and buckle up."

John slid in the truck. He never been with a country boy. The truck? It turned him on. Made him want Carter to fuck him in or in the truck bed...

Carter climbed in his truck, not bothering to buckle up as he turned on a loud Hank Williams Jr cd. "Where we goin? Hotel or find a nice little creek somewhere?"

John smirked. "Find a nice little creek somewhere. We're fucking in this truck." He purred, rubbing Carter's thigh.

Carter smirked, reaching over to rub John's thigh as he drove to a nearby wooded area. He parked the truck and killed the headlights, "I have a blanket and a cooler full of beer in the truckbed."

John smiled. "Good. You come prepared." He chuckled, leaning over and nipping Carter's neck.

Carter pulled John into a sitting position on his lap and tossed his head back, moaning at the nip, "Damn baby boy, what kinda stuff ya into?"

John smirked. "Kinky..." He whispered in his ear, grinding his crotch against Carter's, smiling when he felt he was hard. "How about you, cowboy?"

"I like to let a guy know how hard I am for him by going hard. I have a basement that's known just as "the playroom" for my lovers," Carter grunted, tearing John's shirt off quite literally.

John squeaked a little when Carter ripped off his shirt. He smirked. "Well, I'm up for anything. And I'll do anything..." He breathed. "Kinky, hard, freaky... whatever you want." He purred.

Carter smirked, thanking god that he hadn't unloaded his work gear from the car before he started his road trip. "I've got rope in the back. Maybe if you show me how much you want me, I'll spank that right pert ass of yours."

John moaned at Carter's words. "Oh I want you..." He purred, his hand going into Carter's pants, stroking him slowly. "Ya like that?"

Carter let out a groan, "Hmmm....baby damn..." he sank his teeth into John's shoulder hard.