Page 70 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
“C’mon,” Cole said and held his hand out.
“Where we goin’?” He stubbed the cigarette out on the floorboard, tucked the butt into the cuff at the bottom of his jeans.
“You’ll see.”
Grady gave him his hand, and Cole yanked him to his feet and kissed him. Grady was always all for kissing Cole, so he brought his hands up, cradled his face and kissed him back.
Cole started shuffling them forward, breaking away to laugh against Grady’s lips when Grady refused to stop kissing. Theyalmost upended the feed bucket and Chloe stamped her hooves, snorted. Cole broke away completely to burst out laughing. Grady smiled and watched him; up close, his skin was the unblemished white of youth, but the lines around his eyes were crinkling, those eyes that were black pools that no matter how much he laughed or smiled always had something sad about them. Grady didn’t even realize he’d stopped them, pushed Cole against the stall wall and simply stood there, staring as he ran his thumb back and forth across Cole’s bottom lip. Cole returned his gaze, his smile gone, eyes relaxed but searching, like he was going to ask something but wasn’t sure if he could.
Grady broke the spell by pulling lube out of his pocket and pressing it into Cole’s hand. He’d taken to being prepared on account of them fucking like rabbits for months.
Cole’s fingers wrapped around it, and he looked down. Grady brought his hand up, tucked Cole’s hair behind his ear and watched him studying the bottle in his hand. He tugged Cole’s other hand around to his ass and felt him squeeze him in surprise.
“Ain’t what you had in mind?”
Cole shook his head. “I ain’t never done it that way.”
Grady kissed the column of Cole’s throat where he’d pushed his hair up, trailed kisses up his neck to his ear. “You wanna try it?”
Cole turned his face, met Grady’s lips and kissed him frantically. Grady reckoned that answered that. He got to unbuckling his pants and shoving them down. He went to turn, saw Cole watching him with panting breaths and had to kiss him again. He made himself pull away and switched their positions, bracing his elbows on the stall wall.
Cole stayed close, pushing up against his back. He slide his free hand down and caressed Grady’s bare ass. Grady droppedhis forehead against the wall and panted. Kid had barely touched him, and he felt like a teenager already about to shoot off.
“Tell me if it ain’t…”
Grady nodded against the wall. He brought his hand back to grab Cole’s and brought it down to his crack. Cole got to it, his fingers tentative and gentle, unsure in a way that was downright hot. Grady spread his legs wider to give him better access.
“That’ll do.”
“You sure?”
Grady nodded. “Ain’t my first rodeo.”
Cole squeezed his hip, digging his blunt nails in; his breath ghosted over Grady’s ear as he spoke. “Well, I ain’t them.”
And no, Cole sure wasn’t, Grady thought as he heard Cole getting his dick nice and slick before nudging up against Grady’s hole. He was slow and careful about it, and Grady could’ve taken it a lot faster and rougher, but he could sense Cole’s uncertainty, so he said nothing and left him to it. Grady had been right about that dick, though—as it made its way inside, Grady felt every inch of its thickness, its length. It was a damn near perfect dick, and as Cole pulled out and thrust back in, Grady reckoned he wouldn’t mind getting fucked on this dick regularly.
Cole made a punched out sound, then, “Oh, God.” He pushed right in, trembled, and came.
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Cole panted against Grady’s nape.
Grady couldn’t help it—he was rock hard, settling in for a good fuck, and Cole had gone and done it already—he laughed.
“Shut up,” Cole said and dropped his forehead on Grady’s shoulder blade.
“Gotta last longer ’an that, son,” Grady said.
Cole shook his head. He was still inside Grady, and hard, the wet feel of his come warm. Grady brought his hand down and started to stroke himself off. Cole snaked his hand around and slid his fingers under Grady’s to take over and Grady lethim. Cole jerked him off, rough, perfect, and Grady let his head drop back on Cole’s shoulder. Cole kissed his throat. He felt his orgasm rushing up and he clenched around Cole still inside him, felt his answering gasp against his ear as he came.
Grady let his weight settle back on Cole as he caught his breath, Cole rubbing him through it.
“I’ll do better next time,” Cole said.
Grady huffed. He turned his head and Cole kissed him.
“I know it,” Grady said once they were done kissing. He moved forward and Cole held his hip as he pulled out.
Grady buckled his pants, turned and watched Cole doing the same. He flicked his hair off his face and met Grady’s eyes; he looked embarrassed over his panting, spent breaths.
