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Calvin tilted his head to regard the cap.  Prefer it the right way around. He reached up, removed the cap and put it back on Brock s head,
the bill facing the correct way.  Yeah, that s better.
Taking a quick look down the hallway, Calvin leaned in and pecked Brock on the lips, but the bill got in the way; the cap lifted up and fell off
Brock s head.
Calvin picked the cap back up and, reversing it, put it back on Brock s head.  Okay, so maybe it is better backward.
Brock smirked, then leaned down and gave Calvin another unrestricted kiss.
* * * *
 But Grantley s is closed today, Calvin said when Brock pulled into the parking lot of the general store and drove around back.
 I know. Brock shut off the engine and turned to him. Grinning, he said,  And Junior was right, we do have half a bag of charcoal left.
 Huh?
Brock reached over the console and pulled Calvin in for a long kiss.
A couple of minutes later, their lips barely touching, Brock said,  Thought you needed a bit of TLC.
 Rather have some TCL.
 Uh?
 Tender cowboy lovin .
Brock smiled and kissed him again.
They decided to get out of the car and take a walk. Brock led him to a tumbledown fence and helped him step over it. Then he heard the
sound of trickling water. Calvin had forgotten about the creek that ran behind the store.
 Damn bugs! Brock slapped at his arm.
Calvin remembered how much the insects had loved biting his cowboy the night before, so while out shopping earlier that day he d called in
at the drug store and bought some bug repellent. He d left it in the car, thinking to take it in to Brock s house, but the warm welcome he d received
on first arrival had had him forget all about the stuff.
 Hang on a minute, just need to get something from the car.
Calvin scrambled over the fence and jogged back to the parking lot. It was only when he reached into his pocket he realized Brock had
driven and still had the car keys. He jogged back to the fence and met a smirking Brock, who was holding out the keys to him.
 You could have said something.
 Like watching you run. Brock continued to smirk.
After retrieving the bottle of repellant lotion, Calvin spent an enjoyable few minutes rubbing the stuff on Brock s exposed skin, even
wondering aloud if it was necessary to apply it to some unexposed areas.
 No thanks, Brock grinned.  I think you ve put enough on my arms to ward off any insect within a quarter mile. And how come you got lotion
rather than a spray?
 I can t rub in a spray, Calvin admitted. He loved touching Brock s arms. Kissing them, too, but realized that covered in gunk as they now
were, he wouldn t be able to do the latter for a while. Oh, well, he d deal.
 Love it when you take care of me.
 Love taking care of you. It was on the tip of Calvin s tongue to add,  just plain love you. But he couldn t. It was too soon, their future too
uncertain.
As they walked along the bank, shaded for the most part by trees, Calvin was soothed by the peacefulness of the scene. The birdsong, the
babbling of the creek, and the buzz of the occasional insect as it flew past.
Brock slid his right hand into Calvin s right back pocket and pulled Calvin into his side. The gesture felt right, comforting, and safe. Calvin
didn t say anything just carried on walking for fear of breaking the spell.
He had to admit, it was difficult to find such tranquility in Manhattan. Could he try living back in Parish Creek? Or maybe in a larger town or
city close by? Austin had a decent-sized gay community. It would mean a lot of upheaval at work. Could he do his job effectively from Texas? He d
done okay this past week or so hadn t he?
A small black and white dog appeared from round a corner and bounced toward them, its unseen owner calling after it. Brock took his hand
out of Calvin s back pocket and moved away. The dog sniffed at their ankles. Brock bent to pet it.
 Howdy, little guy, Brock said.
The dog yipped, turned around and raced back to its owner, who appeared around the corner a few seconds later.
 Happy Fourth, the man said, nodding at Calvin and Brock.
 Same to you, Brock said.
Calvin merely nodded. No, he couldn t move back to Texas. Everything was just so& closeted there. Calvin sighed. He wanted to go back to
Brock s where they could be close without fear of being seen. Then Calvin remembered Junior. He sighed again.
They came upon a fallen tree trunk that lay along the side of the path.
 Want to sit a spell? Brock asked.
Calvin shrugged.
Brock lowered himself down and patted the trunk next to him. Calvin sat where indicated. Neither man spoke. Brock picked up the
occasional stone and tossed it into the creek.
Eventually Brock turned to Calvin.  So, what s been eating you this afternoon? Calvin was about to open his mouth, when Brock continued,
 And don t tell me it s nothing. Something s been on your mind ever since you came back.
Calvin thought he d done a good job of hiding his problems. Letting out a long breath he tried to stall.  Oh, you know, life, the universe, if the
Mets will have a shot at the Series.
Brock smiled, shook his head, but didn t say anything.
Calvin grimaced, and then quietly said,  My mom.
 What about her? Brock slung an arm across Calvin s shoulders and just rested it there. The weight felt comforting, safe, making it easier
for Calvin to talk.
 She doesn t approve.
 Of?
 Me& us.
If Brock was surprised Calvin had told his mom about them, he didn t show it.
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