Paul Webster has come out the army after a twenty-two year stretch with a trick hip and no idea what to do with his life. He takes a few weeks walking along the Welsh coast to get his head on straight.<br><br>Kevin Davies is a veterinary nurse and an artist. He's getting lonelier and lonelier in his cottage on the edge of the sea, kept company by his cats and a friendly flock of crows.<br><br>What happens when the two men hunker down together to wait out a wild March gale?

As the Crows Fly

It had been a white night. Kevin had that dizzy, heady, spaced out feeling from not enough sleep and too many confidences shared in the small hours. Web had black circles under his eyes and his skin was almost translucent in the bright morning light. His lips were swollen. A bit bruised. Kevin was struck with such a strong wave of sensory memory of Web’s mouth on his cock that he shuddered


Kevin swallowed. “Yeah,” he said faintly. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He pulled himself together. “So, are you going to go today?” he made himself ask.


Webster looked at him seriously. “Yes. I think so. If I don’t go today, I might not go at all,” he said, voice a little raw and peeled back. “And that would be...the easy thing. I don’t want to be here because it’s an easy thing. I want to be here because it’s the right thing.”


Chapter 14