Okay, my first one! A sequel, Toycoon!
More Meat – the tension builds
Ennis released a reverberating MMMmmm from deep in his chest. He was secretly grateful for Jack's coaxing despite his initial resistance, reveling in the unlimited luscious meat splitting up the weeks of camp cooking. He didn't want to waste a thing – when he was done with the flesh along the length, he worked around the end of the bone, savoring the saltiness and deep flavor.
His eyes lifted over his savory prize for a second, and suddenly he was caught just like the elk: struck wide open by his campmate's devastating gaze. Ennis froze in the double-barreled blue with a mouthful of the elk-bone hardness – watching Jack's lips slowly curl into a glistening grin that made him feel like penetrated prey.
Swallowing hard, Ennis put dinner down and stretched his hand down past Jack's knee, but couldn't reach.
Uhhhh, hand me the whiskey there friend? he finally choked out.
Jack gave it over, and Ennis took a deep drink.