In the near future, a deadly flu-like virus decimates the Earth's population. The few who remain struggle to survive without electricity, fresh food, or any other amenities they once took for granted. John “Court” Courtland and his best friend Ronnie Densch are two such survivors. Court has never known a time when Ronnie wasn't in his life. They grew up together. But it's only as they begin to move forward in the post-apocalyptic chaos of Virginia that Court realizes he's in love with Ronnie. Always has been, and always will be, even if he never lets himself admit it out loud. Ronnie is a private, inscrutable man who lets no one close to him except Court. With winter coming on, Ronnie wants to move farther south to warmer weather, and Court follows without question. Along the way, they're joined by other survivors, a ragtag bunch all looking for guidance. As they travel, they hear faint radio signals from Fort Sumter, South Carolina, where a rebuild effort is underway. The world Court once knew has changed, leaving behind a dangerous and lawless landscape. But come whatever storms, he knows he can weather them with Ronnie by his side. Will Sumter turn out to be everything Court hopes for and more? And will he find the courage to tell Ronnie how he really feels before it’s too late?

Come Whatever Storms

More than once, his hand brushed across Ronnie’s crotch, and he felt his friend stiffen with arousal. Court resisted the urge to grab Ronnie’s dick; the water really was too damn cold, and besides, he didn’t want to rush into anything. He’d been waiting all his life for this moment, and he wanted to draw it out between them, make it special, make it memorable. Maybe later in the tent, when they were alone, he would allow himself the luxury of lingering over every inch of Ronnie’s perfect body. He still had that box of condoms in his bag…


Strong hands under his arms hauled him to his feet. Court came up out of the water spurting and dripping, the loofah washed clean. While Ronnie washed his own hair, Court held onto his shoulders to keep from falling. Then Ronnie ran the loofah over Court’s body in brusque, no-nonsense movements that didn’t allow either of them to savor the sensations.


“Not so rough.” Court complained as the loofah scraped over his backside.


Chapter 59