Earth and Sky

Hunter resumed his synchronous moaning. He couldn’t believe how this strange sensation could bring him so close to coming less than half an hour after he’d had a mind-numbing orgasm, but he knew that if Grant kept up this rhythm he’d be shooting ribbons any time now.

    “Fucking make me come,” Hunter chanted. “So close. Fuck me, Grant.”

    Grant didn’t need Hunter to repeat himself. He tried to aim for the spot that made Hunter react most loudly and sped up the movements of his hand over Hunter’s cock. Hunter had long since abandoned trying to jack himself off with any sort of rhythm and was simply letting the sensation flow over him, until he clawed at Grant’s hip, gripping it and pulling it closer, and then wailed. Thick white strands shot out of Hunter’s cock and through Grant’s fingers onto his belly, and the spasms of his back passage proved too much for Grant too.

    After a few moments of panting, Grant reached between their sweat-covered bodies to hold onto the condom as he pulled out.

    “Don’t!” Hunter shouted with all of his remaining breath, his otherwise spent body tensing up again.

    Grant shushed him. “What’s wrong? I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you, trust me.”

    Hunter could only groan with the feeling that Grant was mocking him, so he let his face sink into the blanket.

    Grant smiled against Hunter’s neck. “Not going anywhere, baby.” He grabbed his T-shirt and rubbed it over Hunter’s cum-stained belly. “Just going to clean us up a bit and grab a blanket so we don’t get cold.”

    Hunter looked up and shivered, both from the feel of the night air on his damp skin and from feeling empty after Grant pulled out of him. Although it wasn’t altogether painless, he wanted to do it again as soon as Grant was ready. Was he being too demanding? Would it be too much too soon? He let himself fall to his back and tried not to look at Grant too expectantly.

    Grant returned to their makeshift bed and got down next to Hunter, wrapping them both in a fleece all-weather blanket.

    Hunter felt tired and lethargic, but when Grant kissed him tenderly, he realized they’d turned a corner. He ran his hands appreciatively over Grant’s tight frame and cupped his ass, squeezing it playfully. It felt so much more right than he could ever have imagined.

    “So was it as bad as you thought it would be?” Grant asked.

    “It was nothing like I’d imagined,” Hunter answered. “It hurt some, but it felt so good.”

    “I could tell,” Grant chuckled.

    “Can we do it again?”

    Grant laughed. “I created a monster, didn’t I?”

    Hunter looked into Grant’s dark eyes and nodded seriously. “I never imagined….” He looked up, away from Grant. “I’ve always had feelings for other men, but I could never understand the mechanics of the sex. Couldn’t understand that they actually wanted to take it up the ass, and since I always go for the butch ones, the clear tops, I never took it any further, afraid they’d want to fuck me.”

    “But you let me?”

    Hunter nodded, daring to look at Grant again, although only fleetingly. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

    “And you thought I wouldn’t have taken this further if you’d refused?”

    Hunter shrugged. “I don’t know. How would we have done it if neither of us had wanted to take it up the ass?”

    “I’ve been known to bottom for the right guy,” Grant replied, looking a lot less smug all of a sudden. “Not that I’ve met a lot of right guys so far, but I’m willing to be more versatile than I usually am, for you.”

    “I think I like having you fuck me,” Hunter admitted, this time not turning away from Grant’s gaze.

    Grant playfully growled at Hunter and pushed himself on top of the other man. “Good, ’cause it will be really hard to keep my hands off you, baby.”

    “Just don’t call me baby, okay? I still sign your paychecks, remember?”

    Grant laughed. “Don’t remind me!”

Chapter 17

    Grant didn’t mind riding behind his boss—especially not because that boss was having clear difficulties getting comfortable in his saddle. He looked good on top of the tall brown mare named Belle, and Grant still smiled when he imagined Hunter on top of Honeybee, the diminutive filly he’d bought from Gable a few weeks earlier.

    They were riding out together to check for breaks in the fence and evidence of cougars, since they’d lost another colt, this one slightly older than the