Jesse looked up from the small fire as Ethan stepped out of the cabin. His gaze lingered on his lover’s narrow waist as Ethan yawned and stretched, reaching for the gray morning sky. He wore a tattered shirt of Jesse’s, which rode up his flat stomach as he stretched, exposing light skin and faint traces of fine hair where his drawers hung low on his hips. Shivering in the brisk morning air, he walked over the rough stones carefully to stand next to Jesse and the warmth of the small cooking fire he knelt beside.
“Hey, beautiful,” Jesse said, smiling as Ethan knelt down behind him.
Ethan’s arms encircled Jesse’s waist, mindful of the guns already hanging at his hips, and he leaned against the outlaw’s back. “I love you.”
Jesse let the smile on his face spread a little wider. “You know,
