Page 31 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
“Yeah?”
It was hot, but Grady always found this lake too cold even in the hottest part of the day.
“Yeah.”
Cole got Chloe sorted and then he was stripping off, wading in and cursing. Grady laughed under his breath. He set up camp and undressed so he could wash but not swim. He got a fire going so they could cook the beans and bacon and make coffee.
Cole shivered his way up to his bedroll and saddlebag, dragging his pants on before he sat near the fire and warmed his hands.
“Cold as balls.”
“I know it,” Grady said.
They ate and Grady watched Cole settle across from him, his eyes blinking slow in the fire light, his shadow flickering beside him with the bursts of flames.
Grady finished his coffee, got up and stood over him. Cole’s gaze traveled up the length of his body and rested on his face. He crouched, and Cole’s eyes followed him. Grady slid his hand up Cole’s thigh and cupped him over his pants.
“Gonna hit you back,” Grady said.
“Okay,” Cole breathed out shallowly, his bare chest contracting and expanding as Grady rubbed him.
For as much as he’d sucked dick, Grady had never just stroked another man like this. He pressed his palm against Cole, felt him hardening. He rubbed him slowly, fingers curling around the length over the material. Cole propped his arms behind himself so he was sitting up as he let his legs fall open. His buttons were already undone, but Grady didn’t go for them just yet. He waited until Cole was fully hard against his hand, his hips moving to chase Grady’s movements.
Grady brought his other hand up, curled his fingers around Cole’s hip and began to pull. Cole sat up, got both hands into the waistband and shoved his pants down, forcing Grady to drop his hand. Cole kicked them away so he was naked. He leaned back and Grady moved forward. Cole met his eyes and lay all the way back.
Grady shifted between Cole’s bent legs and used his shoulders to lift his thighs in a rough motion. Cole hitched a breath. Grady slid his palm around Cole’s dick—it was long and thick and circumcised; kid could have quite a swagger with a dick this nice.He brought his lips around the head and licked with his tongue before sliding down in a slow movement. He sucked him off slow and steady, not messing around but certainly not going as fast as he normally would. His own dick hardened not at the prospect of getting sucked off, but at how much Cole was clearly enjoying this; chest heaving, moans punching out of him. Grady loosened the hand that was holding Cole’s thigh up, inched it down and began to stroke the flesh of his ass, just soft sweeps of his thumb, a light touch over his taint, teasing his entrance.
Grady drew back and let Cole slip out of his mouth. He brought his other hand up, stroked him in the same steady rhythm, and moved down as if he was going to take his balls into his mouth, but found his tongue licking a stripe over his hole instead. Cole gasped and pushed up. Grady gripped his thigh again, pressing his fingers tightly into the muscle. Cole stilled. Grady’s tongue made light passes up and down, getting him nice and wet, his hand still pulling him off nice and slow before he pressed in with his tongue and began to tongue-fuck him in time with his hand. He’d never done this with a man, it felt more like what he’d done with a woman’s pussy. And Cole was certainly no woman, but his responsiveness made Grady want to draw it out like he would with a girl—tease her, make her feel good.
“Please, fuck, please,” Cole said and gripped Grady’s hair.
Grady ignored him and kept up the pace, pressing in with his tongue, stroking up and down with his hand. Cole begged. Grady let go of his thigh and added a finger, then another, alongside his tongue, but didn’t quicken his pace.
“Oh,” Cole breathed out when he came. It was slow, streaming out of him in steady pulses.
Once he finished, his body collapsed onto the ground. Grady withdrew his fingers and let go of Cole’s dick. He got to his knees, shuffled to Cole’s side and up to his head. Cole rolled his head to the side, eyes glazed. Grady undid his pants, got hisdick out and pressed forward as Cole came up onto his elbows. He opened his mouth and Grady pushed in and Cole moaned around him. Grady slid both hands into Cole’s hair and fucked his mouth. Cole tightened his lips, sucked on the sensitive skin as he relaxed his throat. Grady shoved in one last time and threw his head back at the same time as he emptied himself down Cole’s throat, his groan a long drawn-out sound in the quiet of the clearing around them.
He pulled out, and Cole flopped back. Grady laughed as he caught his breath. Cole cracked an eye open and smiled. His naked body was splayed out, his chest covered in sweat, his come sticking like a pool in his midsection, his smile lazy and happy.
Grady shook his head and tucked himself away. He climbed over to his bedroll and face-planted with a groan. Last thing he heard was Cole laughing at him.
19
G
rady reckoned Cole would’vecalled what they did over the following three nights a pattern. Every night they’d eat, settle in by the fire, and before Grady knew it, he’d have his dick plunging into Cole’s mouth or have Cole on his back as Grady sucked him off for all he was worth and played with his rim.
“I’da liked to stay longer on the land,” Cole said as they walked the horses down the driveway midmorning, the house as they’d left it, white and weather-beaten and waiting like she always was.
“Hmm,” Grady said. He’d have liked it too. He’d stretched it out a night longer than he normally would, but unless they started hunting, they were set to run out of food.
Grady followed Cole into the barn. They dismounted and unsaddled and unpacked before heading inside to get some food.
Grady opened the fridge and stared at the shelves for a while. He shut it.
“Better head into town.”
“Really?”
