Page 32 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
Cole had been behind him, looking in the fridge, but he moved back and sat at the table when Grady spoke. He was looking out the back door as Grady shut the fridge and turned to face him.
“Really.”
Cole nodded but didn’t look away from the fly screen, the dogs lying inside under the door.
“You want anythin’ in particular?”
Cole shook his head.
“All right.”
Grady went out the front door, jumped in the truck and headed into town.
When he got back, Cole was still sitting there, staring out the door. Grady put the box on the table and started unpacking it.
“You been sittin’ there all this time?”
It was a two-hour round trip into town, and Grady’s time in the grocery made it closer to two and a half.
“So? What of it?”
Grady paused with the packages of cold meat in one hand and the loaf of bread in the other and took Cole in. He was sitting, mulish, stormy black eyes fixed out the back door.
“Nothin’ of it. Thought maybe you’d clean the tack.”
Cole got up and the chair clattered back with him. He went out the back door, slamming it on his way through.
Grady stood with the packages in his hands and wondered what in the fuck that was about.
Cole didn’t come back. Grady had eaten, had a coffee, fixed Cole’s dinner and had hoped they could’ve swapped a blowjob before bed, but apparently Cole wasn’t coming back any time soon. And anyway, Grady didn’t know how to work that inwithout a campfire between them and bedrolls next to each other. So he just went up, took a shower and thought about it as he jerked off.
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rady woke up hardthe next morning, groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He could take the day off; with Cole here, all his work was running on time and there was only checking the sheep, checking the cattle, watching the crop grow until shearing.
He never took a day off.
He pushed himself up, got out of bed and idly rubbed his dick before he headed downstairs to get some coffee.
Cole was there, sipping a coffee and leaning against the counter. He shot Grady a look like he hadn’t thawed from whatever was up his ass, but then his gaze dropped to the outline of Grady’s dick against his sweats. Grady saw him shift gears to that hungry look he’d get before he sucked Grady in good and tight. Grady moved forward as Cole placed his mug on the counter, turned back and dropped to his knees.
Cole tugged Grady’s sweats out of the way, and Grady moved his hands to Cole’s neck. He ran his fingers up into his hair, got a good grip and thrust in as Cole sucked him down. Grady groaned and fucked Cole’s mouth, relishing in the vibrations from hismoans as he sucked him off perfectly. Grady came quicker than usual, and it took Cole by surprise too—he choked before he rallied and sucked it all down, Grady shoving in with lazy thrusts as he finished off.
Cole let him go, panting. He got a hand inside his pants and started to jerk himself off at Grady’s feet. Grady dropped to his knees and knocked his hand away. He laid him out on the hardwood floor and took over with his mouth, his thumb pressing against his taint while he took him apart right there on the kitchen floor. Cole’s come flooded his mouth, and Grady swallowed it all down and licked him clean. The first time Cole came in his mouth, Grady had been overwhelmed with the sense it’d be disrespectful if he turned and followed his habit of spitting when Cole didn’t do that. He’d almost laughed at the unexpected thought rattling around in his mind while Cole’s cock pulsed on his tongue, thick jets of hot liquid coating his throat. He’d swallowed, unsure at first, but when Cole groaned and Grady met his eyes, throat moving, something else pulsed in his gut, something that felt real good. Now Grady did it, not without some reservation, but the sounds Cole made, the way his leg jerked and pressed against Grady’s head as he was tongued clean, swept away those concerns pretty damn quickly.
Grady rolled onto his back and caught his breath. Cole had his arm over his eyes as he did the same.
“There’s coffee,” Cole said breathlessly.
“Good.”
Grady stayed where he was. He reached out and whacked Cole on the thigh.
“Ow.”
“You good?” Grady asked.
