Hunt and Pray by Cindy Sutherland

to chuckle as they walked along. It was peaceful here, and Drew regretted he wasn’t getting a chance to enjoy it.
    After another hour of following the stream, they came to a place where it widened a little. Drew was ready to give in and lie down right where he was when Chance caught his attention.
    “Hey, Drew, look at this.” Chance beckoned him over to where he was standing.
    There was an overhang jutting out from a huge rock that was almost completely hidden by the trees. Drew grabbed the flashlight and checked to see if anything was living there, but it was empty. The space was deep enough they would be able to get out of the rain he could smell on the air, and it seemed like a good place to spend the night.
    “What do you think?” Chance looked at Drew expectantly as he walked under the rock, hunching a little. Drew followed him.
    The ground under them was dry, and they were hidden from view, and Drew knew that he needed to sleep at least a little.
    “Okay. It works for me, as long as you think it’s safe.” Drew wanted Chance to know he trusted his judgment.
    “Let’s fill up our water bottles and then try and get some rest.” Chance walked back to the water and dipped his hand in and tasted it before he slipped his pack off and pulled out the empty bottles.
    Once they had their fill of the cold water, they went back to their little resting place and sat down beside each other.
    Drew was reluctant to remove his shoes, but he had to get some air to his badly blistered feet. He reached down and pulled the laces, gingerly slipping them off when they were loose enough.
    Chance noticed. “What are you doing, Drew?”
    Drew glanced at him and then back at his feet, trying to work up the courage to take his socks off. “My feet are sore, and I think they need some air.”
    Chance bit his lip in a nervous habit Drew had come to recognize. “Can I help?”
    Drew nodded and leaned back and braced himself as Chance ever-so-gently slipped his sock off his right foot. The pain made him hiss, but the rush of cool air soothed his foot quickly.
    “Fuck, Drew!” The anger in Chance’s voice made Drew look down at his exposed foot. He wasn’t prepared to see the blood seeping from several places where the skin had been completely worn away.
    “Oh….” He didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t like there had been a lot he could do to prevent it.
    Chance quickly stripped off his T-shirt and laid it on the ground before carefully lowering Drew’s foot to rest on it. The other man cursed under his breath as he pulled the sock from Drew’s other foot and found it to be in worse shape than the first.
    “Why didn’t you say anything, Drew?”
    Drew shrugged. “Not much point. There isn’t a whole lot that can be done about it, right?”
    Chance lowered the other foot to rest beside the first, then stood and bent over to pull Drew up into his arms against his naked chest.
    Drew squawked and instinctively wrapped his arms around Chance’s neck. “What in the hell are you doing?”
    Chance walked determinedly to the stream and set Drew beside it. “I’m going to clean your poor feet and put some ointment on them.”
    Not giving Drew a chance to protest, Chance quickly rolled up Drew’s jeans and then carefully set both feet in the water.
    It was almost icy cold, but it felt like heaven to Drew. He watched from under his lashes as Chance strode to the overhang and grabbed his T-shirt.
    When he came back, he knelt beside Drew and started massaging his calves as his feet soaked. It felt amazing, and he couldn’t help moaning in pleasure at the firm touches.
    Chance quickly pulled back his hands. “Am I hurting you?”
    Drew looked up at Chance and found him blushing.
    “No, why?”
    Chance bit his lip again. “You were moaning….” He trailed off, looking a little embarrassed.
    “No, it just feels really fucking good.” Drew eyed him for a moment. “You ever do this before?”
    “No, never.” He