Page 28 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
“What’s what second of all?”
“You said first of all.”
Grady rubbed a hand down his face. What was the second of all? Well, there were a lot of damn reasons why this was a shit idea, but the main one that came to mind was—
“You’re too young.”
Cole scoffed.
“I’m old enough to drive sheep and cattle and put in the crop but too young to suck dick, yeah all right.”
Grady laughed. He couldn’t help it; Cole sounded so affronted.
“You wanna suck my dick?”
“I’m askin’, aren’t I?”
Grady liked the sound of how put out Cole was and besides, he didn’t reckon he’d really do it, he was just testing the waters, so to speak.
“Go on then.” Grady kicked his blanket off and prepared to win this game of gay chicken when he felt Cole scrambling over to him, his body slamming into Grady’s chest as he straddled his thighs.
“Oof.”
“Sorry,” Cole said. He sounded winded already.
“I was just messin’.”
“I wasn’t.”
Grady drew in a deep breath and blew it out real slow. Cole’s eyes tracked the movement. Cole was straddling his waist, and Grady felt his dick stirring where it was pressed up against Cole’s ass. He shuffled down before this went in that direction and Grady blew out another breath.
Cole was still watching him. He hooked his fingers in Grady’s waistband and slid it down. Grady’s dick was exposed to the night air, straining up and to the side as it hardened without Cole even doing anything. Cole dropped his gaze to Grady’s dick and shimmied down until he was resting on his stomach between Grady’s legs. He took Grady in his palm and stroked, a sure movement as he moved from root to tip and then backdown before he held him towards his lips, his breath fanning over the skin. Grady could see his own chest moving, and Cole looked up at him again as he darted his tongue out and licked around the head. He sucked the tip into his mouth and got Grady good and wet before he slid all the way down to his hand and then up again. Cole’s eyes fluttered closed and he did it again, up and down, slow and deliberate, a tiny moan vibrating against Grady’s skin.
If Grady had of had any questions about whether or not Cole had done this before, they were gone. Cole released the hand he had on the base of Grady’s shaft and slid it down to roll his balls in his palm as he took him down his throat, swallowed around the head, before bringing his mouth up again. Kid didn’t even choke. Grady thrust up and groaned before he could stop himself. Cole pulled off and moved his hand up to stroke Grady with expert flicks of his wrist while he took his balls in his mouth and got them all wet before coming back up for his dick.
Grady brought his hand down and gripped Cole’s hair. Cole moaned and applied suction, and Grady fucked his mouth while Cole played with his balls. Grady’s eyes were fixed on the sight between his legs—Cole opened his eyes and Grady was trapped, even in the darkness; the heat there, the kid was absolutely loving it. Grady thrust in and out and groaned as he came down his throat.
“Jesus,” Grady said as he caught his breath, his hand still resting on Cole’s head as the kid cleaned him up, gentle licks before he let him go. Cole had swallowed. Grady guessed he didn’t give him much room to do otherwise, but he didn’t miss the way Cole did it natural as breathing.
“Give me a sec,” Grady heaved out.
“I’m good.”
Cole brought Grady’s pants back up and stayed where he was, catching his breath.
“That’s not how it works.”
“I’m already good.”
Grady frowned and Cole rolled onto his back, Grady’s thigh under his head. And then Grady got it.
“You already got off?”
“Yeah,” Cole breathed out. He didn’t sound embarrassed about it, he sounded sated.
Christ, but that was hot. It should not be hot. Nothing about this should be hot. Hot was gay and this was not gay. This was just helping a buddy out.
“All right,” Grady said for lack of anything else to say.
