Earth and Sky

we get there?”

    “If we’re driving all the way to Billings, we should get carryout.”

    Hunter’s eyes started glinting. “I like the way your mind works, but I’m serious when I say we’ll need a decent breakfast.”

    Grant held onto the side of the truck cabin as Hunter floored the gas pedal and made the truck spit up gravel as they turned off the ranch driveway.

    Just over an hour later and after wolfing down a full breakfast along the way, Grant realized that they were driving in the wrong direction for Billings, Montana. He didn’t care, though. Where they were going didn’t really matter.

    It didn’t take them long to check into a motel just outside of Idaho Falls. Grant had been hard since Hunter had kissed him violently in the restaurant restroom, and he was having a hard time fitting the key card into the motel door slot.

    “Shit!” he cursed loudly.

    “Gimme,” Hunter suggested, snaking his arms around Grant to relieve him of the card. With that movement, he pinned Grant to the door.

    “And you think this’ll work better?” Grant asked. “Fuck, I can feel your cock right through your jeans.” He put both hands on the door. “You can’t fuck me out here, Cowboy. At least let me get us inside first.” Grant looked down and plucked the card from between Hunter’s fingers. He had a hard time ignoring the way Hunter was grinding against him, but he managed to get the lock to flash green on the third go, letting them burst inside.

    “Will you let me fuck you here?” Hunter asked, still tightly holding onto Grant as they stepped inside.

    Grant threw his head back onto Hunter’s shoulder as Hunter kissed his neck. He hadn’t bottomed in a long time. In fact, he could barely remember what it felt like to have a cock up his ass, but he knew that if Hunter insisted, he wouldn’t have the heart to say no. He decided to grunt noncommittally, postponing his answer, and simply enjoyed Hunter’s mouth on his skin and the vice-like grip Hunter was holding him in. He decided he liked this take-charge side of Hunter. This was the type of man who could run a successful business, one who didn’t let anyone walk over him and didn’t take no for an answer. This was the type of man who could give him a run for his money.

    Grant unbuttoned his jeans, helping Hunter, who’d been trying to get his hand down his pants while continuing to kiss his neck.

    “Fuck, you’re hard,” Hunter murmured.

    “That shouldn’t surprise you. You’re hard too,” Grant answered.

    “You feel good,” Hunter continued as he gently kneaded Grant’s sac, then gripped his cock and fisted it inside his underwear. “Please tell me you’ll let me fuck you? Want to give back to you what you gave to me.”

    Grant nodded. With Gable there had never been any question, but it didn’t surprise Grant that Hunter wanted both to be fucked and to fuck. And if he was really honest with himself, he was looking forward to letting Hunter hold the reins.

    “Did you bring supplies?” Grant asked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t packed anything, and it wasn’t like he walked around with lube and condoms in the pockets of his jeans.

    Hunter pulled back just enough to take a plastic bag out of his jacket pocket. “This should last us until tomorrow.”

    Hunter spilled the contents on the bed, and Grant saw at least ten condoms and a bottle of lube. He couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “Please don’t tell me Calley sells Astroglide?”

    “Calley doesn’t even stock condoms,” Hunter answered.

    “Yes, she does,” Grant replied with another chuckle. “But you have to ask for them. They’re behind the counter.”

    Hunter stopped his kissing to look at Grant’s expression, turning him around until they were standing face to face.

    “She has some, because some of her customers don’t have Internet and can’t order them online. They don’t even have to ask her, she says. Their flushed expressions are enough, apparently.”

    Hunter eyed him with amusement. “And you know this, how?”

    “Sometimes you need condoms in a hurry,” Grant answered enigmatically.

    “I didn’t know you knew Calley that well.”

    Grant shrugged. “Calley and I go way back.” He didn’t feel like elaborating. Calley and her grocery shop, the only one for miles, was one of those secrets he preferred to keep to himself for now. Grant knew Hunter would keep asking him, and he was sure he’d divulge it one day, but right