Page 20 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight

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rady reckoned Cole would’ve called what they did over the following three nights a pattern.

Every night they’d eat, settle in by the fire, and before Grady knew it, he’d have his dick plunging into Cole’s mouth or have Cole on his back as Grady sucked him off for all he was worth and played with his rim.

“I’da liked to stay longer on the land,” Cole said as they walked the horses down the driveway midmorning, the house as they’d left it, white and weather-beaten and waiting like she always was.

“Hmm,” Grady said. He’d have liked it too. He’d stretched it out a night longer than he normally would, but unless they started hunting, they were set to run out of food.

Grady followed Cole into the barn. They dismounted and unsaddled and unpacked before heading inside to get some food.

Grady opened the fridge and stared at the shelves for a while. He shut it.

“Better head into town.”

“Really?”

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 in without 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.