Earth and Sky

have.”

    Hunter nodded. Grant had told him before. Grant’s relationship with Gable had been purely sexual. What they shared was more, so much more. Hunter knew that. It was just that sometimes, he felt he didn’t deserve Grant.

    “Come here, Cowboy. Do that thing you do to me.”

    “That thing… I do to you?” Hunter asked, astounded.

    Grant pulled Hunter’s shirt out of his jeans and inserted his hand, running his fingers lightly over Hunter’s almost-washboard stomach until Hunter felt his muscles contract involuntarily. Even before Grant let his hand slip underneath his belted jeans, Hunter was uncomfortably hard. Grant’s kisses had made his blood run south, but the anticipation of what was going to happen, together with the memory of how he’d lost his virginity here, canceled out the knowledge that they had no supplies today, so there would be no repeat of what they’d done that night.

    “I’m sorry,” Hunter said softly.

    “For what?” Grant asked, stopping his teasing movements.

    “I could have thought about bringing supplies. Damn, I could have snuck some in here and hid them, since this is our secret place.”

    Grant smiled, and then something seemed to dawn on him. He got up and Hunter followed him with his eyes. Grant walked to the back of the loft, where the roof sloped down to the ground. There was a bundle of what looked like old horse blankets, and Grant, quite triumphantly, unearthed a few things from beneath them.

    “Ta-da!” he exclaimed.

    Hunter took the small bottle of lubricant from Grant with a smile, while Grant tried to read the small package he was holding in the dim light.

    Grant’s mood faltered. “Way past their expiration date, I’m afraid. We usually remember to bring our own, and these weren’t exactly fresh when I put them there.” He tossed the strip of condoms aside.

    “This isn’t much use either,” Hunter said, shaking the bottle. “Besides being nearly empty, what little was in here dried out.”

    Grant chuckled as he sat down next to Hunter. “I’m not much help, am I?”

    “We could just forget about the condoms. I trust you,” Hunter said quietly.

    Grant shook his head. “Yeah, but I don’t trust myself. I know I haven’t always been safe—picking up guys in bars after I’ve had a few drinks too many.”

    “Did you and Gable…?”

    “No, we didn’t use condoms. It was always a spur of the moment thing with him.”

    “But you and Calley must have….” Again Hunter didn’t finish his sentence.

    Grant thought it was funny and laughed. “I got tested for Calley, but I haven’t exactly been a monk since then, Cowboy.” He leaned over Hunter, making him lie down as he kissed him deeply. “I’ll get tested again and then we can do it without the rubbers. Until then, we’ll just have to be a little more creative. I’m not risking you for a five-minute romp in the hay.”

    Hunter looked up at Grant and how his longer dark curls framed his face. “I was sort of hoping for something longer than five minutes.”

    Grant grabbed Hunter’s sides and tickled him, making Hunter double up and laugh. Within no time, Hunter was half on top of Grant and they were kissing again, grinding against each other.

    “Still want to feel your skin,” Hunter murmured as he tried to undress Grant further.

    Grant helped him along by letting Hunter push his shirt over his shoulders and then shaking his hands to let the loose cuffs fall over them. While Hunter alternated worshiping his lover’s body and kissing him passionately, Grant had wormed his way back into Hunter’s pants and enveloped Hunter’s erection until Hunter pushed him away.

    “Want more,” Hunter panted, the expression on Grant’s face demanding an explanation for the brush-off. “I can get a hand job or a blow job every night, but I want more.” He got up and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go.

    “Stop,” Grant commanded as Hunter stood in front of him in just an opened plaid shirt. He was sitting on the blanket and pulled Hunter’s hips closer so Hunter’s swaying erection was right in Grant’s line of sight. He didn’t say anything else but took Hunter’s cock in his mouth. Hunter moaned and couldn’t prevent himself from bucking forward, but Grant took it easily, smiling teasingly around the intrusion. As they settled on a rhythm, Grant moved his right hand from Hunter’s hip to his own groin, pulling his rock-hard cock from the