Kissing Cowboys

"So what do you think about the ankle? Ice pack for the swelling first, then heat?"

"Yeah, and I've got something else that will help."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. Just lie still and I'll be right back."

JT laid back on the bed and tried to get comfortable. His dick had decided it liked being hard and more blood rushed to his groin. Lying in Jacob's bunk didn't help much. The man's scent surrounded him. A unique blend of male musk and some kind of herb. He inhaled deeply. Whatever it was, the man should bottle it,cause it had to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

The irony that Jacob had been the image he'd jacked off to the night before didn't escape him now. But if he didn't find a way to regain some control over his own body, he'd be in trouble. Wouldn't take a man as smart as Jacob long to notice the raging hard-on he couldn't hide, even if he'd tried.

"Here." Jacob pressed a bottle of tequila into his hand and laid an ice pack across his ankle. "A few swigs of that and any residual throbbing should disappear. Besides, I want to be able to move it after I rub in some of the oil."

"Oil? What oil?" JT sat and unscrewed the top from the liquor. Maybe the alcohol would dull his response to Jacob's touch. He tipped the bottle and took several swigs. He screwed up this face, and the liquid burned inside him. Nothing like a tequila burn to warm a man, or get him settled down.

"It's a home remedy that's been passed down for generations. Many men in my family have served as medicine men for their tribes. Now my grandfather just makes it and hands it out to all us every time we get together."

JT nodded. He didn't know much about Native American tradition, but many around the group had claimed Jacob knew what the hell he was talking about. They'd shown him a lot of respect.

"You need to remove your jeans. Once I start working on that foot and ankle, I don't want anything in the way."

He froze. Oh shit.