Page 67 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
Cole shook his head and pressed his face into Grady’s side so his lips brushed the skin as he spoke. “Nah, they all good.”
Cole started to make a path up Grady’s ribs with his lips, soft kisses that lingered and felt good. Grady moved his hand up anddown Cole’s back in response, smooth sweeps that brushed the curve of his ass before sweeping up to trace his shoulder blades.
Cole lifted his head and rested his chin on Grady’s pectoral. Grady could make out his face all right, his eyes getting that determined look, but he seemed scared now too.
“Can I try something?” Cole asked.
“Yeah…”
“It’ll feel good.”
Grady tucked Cole closer into his side.
“It ain’t feelin’ good for me I’m worried about.”
“You worry?”
Grady blew out a breath. “Yeah, I worry.”
Cole pressed his face against Grady’s chest.
“Well, you don’t gotta worry about this,” Cole said into his skin. Then he looked up and met Grady’s eyes. “Just don’t move, okay?”
“Okay.”
Grady stayed still as Cole slid the blanket off him and straddled his waist. He used his hands to brace himself against Grady’s bare chest and kept his face down, his breaths already going short and fast. Grady felt his dick responding when Cole shuffled down, the length of it brushing up against Cole’s ass; he worried it’d upset him and didn’t know what to do about it. Cole wasn’t looking at him though, he was focusing hard on Grady’s chest. He shimmied down so he had his ass planted on Grady’s dick where it was thickening and pressing between his crack. Cole gasped, rocked down but it didn’t just sound turned on; it sounded frightened too.
“You sure…”
Cole nodded fast.
“Look at me,” Grady said.
Cole glanced up and met his eyes.
“Just us here,” Grady said. “And I ain’t lookin’ for anything.”
Cole nodded, but ground his ass onto Grady’s dick. And Grady couldn’t help pushing into that.
“Think you are.”
Grady shook his head. “Can’t blame a man for havin’ a response, but I don’t need anythin’.”
Cole nodded again. “But I do.”
He remained completely still as Cole worked his pants down and off, his fingers brushing over Grady’s skin with a light tremor. He sat up and leaned over Grady for the bedside table.
“You have?”
“Top drawer,” Grady said. He kept his hands flat and useless at his sides even though he wanted to touch more in that moment than he’d ever wanted to touch someone in his life, but Cole had said and so he was going to stay still.
Cole came back, went up on his knees so he could pull his pants down. He rolled to the side, off Grady, got rid of them before sitting up, swinging his leg over and returning to the same position. He managed to make it look so awkward that Grady huffed a laugh.
“What?”
“Nothin’.”
“Can’t make that look sexy.”
