American Road Trip by Sarah Black

Author:Sarah Black [Black, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-258-2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-03-16T04:00:00+00:00

I TOOK Easy’s hand when we walked to the truck. “Think we can take a little break, go for a hike before we head out again?”

“Sure,” he said. “You haven’t been doing your tai chi thing. You feel better when you do that?”

“Oh, yeah. Monstrously better. We passed a sign just before we turned off for the motel.”

“I saw it. Fat Man’s Loop. You show me how to do some of those moves, we get to the top?”

“Yes, I will. We could do the brocades. Silken Brocades. It’s eight positions to balance the organs, strengthen the Qi.”

“I’m with you, James Lee.” He looked down at Tino, who was sitting next to his foot, looking like a normal dog. “Think this little boy can tag along?”

“We could leave him tied to a tree on the trail, come back around to get him.”

That got me a look. “He’s the size of a chipmunk. Some raccoon will make off with him, think he’s snack food. If he gets tired, I’ll carry him.”

We left the truck in the parking lot for Fat Man’s Loop, then climbed up to the trail head. The map showed a rough circle, and we could see the beginning and end loops. It was a bit over two miles, gaining elevation, then losing, and was marked as a moderate hike. We started up, climbing around large sandstone boulders, rusty red streaked with white, as big as Easy was tall. As we climbed, the landscape changed, until near the top, we were surrounded by cool fir trees and could look out over the valley and see the mountains beyond.

“Those are the San Francisco Peaks,” I said when we had caught our breath. “They’re sacred to the Navajo. This used to be Navajo borderlands.”

He’d been carrying Tino the last half hour, and he set him on the ground now. Tino rolled over on his side, pretended he was roadkill. “We’re at the top. You gonna show me that thing?”

“The Silken Brocades,” I said. “This is the first one. It’s called Holding up the Heavens. You move your legs into horse stance, see?” I bent my knees and moved my legs apart like I was riding a horse. “You push your hands up and take a breath in, like you’re holding up heaven, then move them back down and exhale.” I demonstrated the move.

“That sounds so easy.”

“Give it a try,” I said. “It’s all in the rhythm. The benefit, I mean. Moving to the rhythm of your breath, your hands, the air around you.”

He followed me, pushing those strong arms up, then exhaling and moving them down. We were breathing together, his eyes fixed on my face.

“Keep going,” I said, and moved closer to him.

I kissed him, felt him breathe through his nose, then exhale, his breath touching my mouth. I moved my hand down his chest, into the waistband of his exercise shorts. It was chilly so far up, too cold for our light clothes. I slid my hand down into dense, damp curls, wrapped my fingers around him.

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