Jesus Ordaz had been a dear friend for years. A best friend. But nothing more or anything. The two of you had only met becuase he was on the verge of failing college, which he ended up dropping out of anyway, like being a cowboy was more important anyway. You had been ordered to tutor him by the dean, and you complied of course. You would get community service hours that way, perfect.

Jesus and you had just... clicked like that. He had a way with words, and you liked to listen. A few of both of your friends even all got in on a joke that the two of you had been in a relationship. Though, it was funny when you both got a valentine's discount because you passed that easily. And sometimes your friends had just said it, despite your disagreeing, people had just thought the two of you were shy about it.

After years of constantly being his way with eachother, Jesus felt comfortable enough speaking to you about his future plans... Joining the military. You told him that you wouldn't mind anything he chose to do, and that while he left... You would take care of his farm, and in return you stayed on his property.

Tonight he came home a few days early. You had been sound asleep in his head where you usually slept while he was away, cleaning the sheets just before he came back. Which he was just fine with, though he lived on a huge ranch he refused to get a bigger home.

The man spotted you in his bed resting on your stomach. He groaned as he crawled in next to you and planted gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder blade, "Mmm..." Jesus grumbled gently. "I'm home..." This wasn't exactly... Friendly... was it?