Please, he added silently, directing the prayer to heaven. Don’t let him die.
In a low voice, Andy asked, “What’s on your mind, love?”
“Your ma’s pie,” Sam said softly. Reaching out, he ran a hand down Andy’s thigh. Andy caught it in his own and kissed the knuckles, which brought a smile to Sam’s tired face. “The farm and your sister and the barn where we used to hide out from everyone. Remember?”
“I’ll never forget.”
Andy closed his eyes and could almost smell the fragrant hay all over again. In his mind’s eye he saw Sam above him, his naked chest boyishly smooth, the muscles in his arms standing out like cords as he held himself up, eyes closed and lips parted and breath coming in short bursts that matched his hard thrusts. Andy’s hands on Sam’s hips, pulling him in between his knees, holding him as they made love. Afterward they had lain together in the sweet hay, Sam kissing his neck and chest while Andy picked out the straws caught in his lover’s hair…