Earth and Sky

now he was alone with Hunter in the privacy of their rented motel room and his hands were aching to touch the other man, so he grabbed the back of Hunter’s head and pulled him into a searing kiss. At the same time he started tugging at Hunter’s flannel shirt, hitching it up so he could get to bare skin. Discovering more fabric, he pulled the T-shirt up and out of Hunter’s jeans.

    Their movements were uncoordinated, rushed, clumsy as they tried to get each other out of their clothes. Hunter managed to sneak his hands down the back of Grant’s pants and was kneading Grant’s buttocks, at the same time pulling him so close their groins were undulating against one another. Although it felt heavenly, it complicated the disrobing, because Grant couldn’t slide Hunter’s shirt down all the way off his shoulders. Instead, he focused on running his hand over Hunter’s back under the soft cotton T-shirt Hunter was wearing beneath his shirt. His other hand was busy steadying Hunter’s head while they continued to battle for dominance with their tongues.

    Eventually Hunter pulled back, lips red and swollen, to rip his shirt off and pull the T-shirt over his head. Grant followed suit and also managed to push his jeans down, together with his tight white underwear. Grant caught Hunter’s appreciative stare.

    “What?” he asked Hunter.

    “I thought everyone wore boxers these days.”

    Grant shrugged, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “Too much freedom.” He chuckled to release the tension. As Hunter moved closer again, he felt himself relax. “This isn’t the first time you’ve watched me take my pants off.”

    “I know,” Hunter murmured. “Just never allowed myself to look at you.”

    They kissed again, this time slower, but no less passionate.

    “Were you serious when you said you’d let me fuck you?”

    Grant nodded. “’S been a while though. You’ll have to prep me well.”

    Hunter gently pushed Grant in the direction of the bed, never breaking the kiss. As soon as Grant felt the mattress against the back of his legs, he turned around and leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed.

    “Shit, you look amazing,” Hunter exclaimed.

    Grant looked over his shoulder and saw Hunter standing behind him, jeans unbuttoned, head slightly tilted, and touching himself. If he hadn’t been hard already, this image certainly would have made his cock stand to attention. He realized that he enjoyed seeing Hunter without his usual glimmer of uncertainty. This look only seemed to invade his features when they were alone, and it always rubbed off on Grant. Now all he could see in Hunter’s eyes was lust, and that, too, influenced Grant.

    “Stop staring and get me ready before you pop your lid,” Grant replied with a teasing smile, grabbing the lube from the bed and tossing it to Hunter.

    Hunter only just caught it, and the uncertainty reappeared.

    “Just do it, Cowboy,” Grant urged Hunter on, using the new nickname that Hunter seemed to like better than the last one. “Want you, right now.” Grant reveled in how easily he could change Hunter’s mood with a few carefully chosen words. The fact they were all true was a bonus.

    Grant hissed when Hunter rubbed his slicked-up fingers over his exposed entrance.

    “Sorry,” Hunter apologized. “Should have warmed up the lube.”

    Grant reached back for Hunter. “Just don’t stop. Need you, Cowboy.” He knew he was hamming it up a bit just to keep Hunter’s confidence up, but he did want it, now that he’d convinced himself he could do it.

    Although a little unpolished, Hunter’s movements continued, and Grant tried to relax, accepting the invasion of Hunter’s finger. “Remember how I prepared you?” he murmured. “Now’s your chance to reciprocate. Make me nice and open for you, and then when you push inside me, you’ll still be amazed how tight I am around your cock.”

    Hunter let out a surprisingly raunchy grunt, and Grant pushed back on the finger, driving it deeper. Hunter curled it and the tip hit Grant’s prostate, making him groan too.

    “Fuck, yeah. That’s the best feeling. Don’t make me wait too long.”

    “You’re nowhere near ready. You’re so tight, I’ll never be able to fit my cock in,” Hunter said, and Grant heard a hint of amusement, possibly mixed with some apprehension, in Hunter’s voice.

    “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Cowboy,” Grant replied, his voice soft and slightly