Sam stretched out on his side in the wagon bed. Gus lay with his back to him. They sent Wolf to guard under the food wagon. Sam knew he would let them know if anyone tried to steal anything. He had spent a good hour wondering what the future would hold, going over the things that he had been told, thinking about Todd and Garrett, wondering what they were doing back at the hotel. The thought caused him to feel tightness in his groin.
Gus turned over and faced him. “Pull down your pants.”
“What?” Sam said in surprise.
“You deaf? I said pull down your pants. And take off your shirt.”
Almost without thinking, Sam did as he was told. When he lay back down, Gus ran his hands over Sam’s chest, swirling the hair, teasing his n*****s. “Nice,” he said. Then he wriggled down under the blanket tha
