Edere ranchin’ (cause Tumblr is stupid)
Yan:) “Do you ride often?” Yan asked him, glancing from the horse to Ed and then back again. “Or is it just a once in a while thing?” he had never seen a horse up close before, much less ridden one. A real one at least. Nonetheless he was an eager beaver and more than willing to learn something new-especially if it meant thst he could spend more time with Ed. The fresh air was a welcomed bonus.
Ed: “I grew up on a ranch, darlin’. I feel more comfortable riding than driving.” He chuckled, tipping his hat.
Yan: His cheeks burned red, “T-that must have been nice!” he managed to keep his voice steady-ish. “Hard work?”
Ed: “Take ma hands.” He replied simply, dropping he saddle he was about to hoist up to yans horse. He held both his hands out and faced him.
Yan: “I can do that.” he turned towards him, slipping his hands over Ed’s palms. “Now what?” he asked with a grin
Ed: He squeezed his hands a little. “Run your fingers across my palms.” He intructed gently. His fingertips and palms were the most calloused, he knew this.
Yan: His blush seemed to deepen, looking down at their hands as he did just that. “I like it.” he murmured, glancing back up at Ed
Ed: “14 years workin’ on a ranch does that.” He chuckled. “Rope burn.”
Yan: “Rough.” he took Ed’s hands and pressed them to his cheeks.
Ed: Ed couldn't help but chuckle, running the pad of his thumb across Yans cheekbone, then suddenly yanking the younger forward, their lips just barely brushing. The Texan smirked. "Soft." He drawled.