Page 36 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
He got up, rinsed his plate and mug and decided he deserved a beer, so he got one and said he was going to sit outside for a bit. He knew Cole would come out eventually and they’d sit in that quiet way they’d found until it got dark. He knew they’d then find their way back inside, and Grady would grab for Cole’s waist, and Cole would turn like he’d been waiting for it and drop to his knees. They might make it to the living room or they might do it in the hall. One time they got as far as the kitchen, Cole pushing Grady to sit in the chair before he crawled between his spread thighs.
Grady adjusted himself and went out to the porch.
Cole came out a few minutes later, his lips wrapped around a bright red popsicle and his eyes crinkling with a smile as he sat on the step below Grady.
“Thanks,” he said as he pulled the popsicle out.
Grady just nodded and drank his beer. They settled into the quiet of the dusk like usual, with the only difference being that Cole seemed pretty damn happy. Grady snorted to himself and finished his beer.
“You really goin’ to the Harvest Festival?” Cole asked. “I ain’t never seen you there.”
“You lookin’ for me then?”
Cole scoffed, but he was still smiling.
“I ain’t goin’.”
Cole hummed and finished his popsicle. Grady would’ve said he’d go if Cole wanted to, but he got the feeling Cole would rather have all his nails lifted with bamboo shoots than go to that, so he didn’t ask.
He watched as Cole folded up the plastic wrapper, leaned over and wedged it into the rim of the empty beer bottle, and then stayed leaned over as he slid both hands up Grady’s thighs.
“Inside,” Grady said as Cole reached his dick.
“Why?” Cole replied and looked up.
His hands were working Grady’s belt undone and then his buttons, his eyes up on Grady’s while his hands worked.
Grady didn’t actually have an answer as to why. Not like there was anyone around and if anyone drove up, they’d hear it for miles. Cole broke eye contact as he pulled Grady’s dick out and jerked him tight and steady, just the way Grady liked before he slid his mouth down in one go.
“Fuck, cold.”
Grady heard Cole laughing around his dick, felt the vibrations on his skin. He grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged. Cole flicked his eyes up, made them wide as if to act the innocent and then sucked hard, going all the way down and then up. Grady groaned.
“Little shit,” Grady said, but it was undermined by the way he was thrusting his hips into Cole’s face and guiding his head down with the hand in his hair.
Cole smiled around his dick like he knew it too. Grady gave himself over to the feeling and once he got off, he hit Cole back, sucking him off right there on the step. When he went to bed that night, he guessed he could check the porch off the places he’d fucked in his house now. Only places they hadn’t done it were the bedrooms and the bathroom. As Grady fell asleep, he reckoned it was just a matter of time.
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he sheep needed tobe moved in for shearing. It usually took a couple of weeks and Grady went to and from the house to do it. Normally.
“Can we camp it like with the cattle?” Cole asked the day before they were set to start.
Grady thought about it. They’d have to break it into two trips, coming home for supplies in the middle, but…
“Can’t see why not.”
“Yeehaw!” Cole exclaimed and pumped the air with his fist.
Grady shook his head to hide his smile.
“You better get to sortin’ the food, then.”
“I’m on it, just gotta tell Chloe. She’s gonna be psyched.”
Cole made for the back door as he said it, and Grady didn’t bother telling him there weren’t no need to tell the damn horse, she’d know soon enough.
