Chapter Nineteen #2
“I watched a couple of how-to camping guide videos on the way up here.” Seth’s not looking at me as he speaks.
His eyes, half in shadow, are lasered in on the branch above us.
He takes a couple steps back and swings the rope a few times.
The piece of wood at the end hurtles in a small arc, picking up momentum.
Then, like a real wilderness survival expert—which is way hotter than I ever thought it could be—he lets it sail up and over the limb, uncoiling the length from his other hand.
The branch tied to the end of the rope drops and hangs down at my chest height.
I stare at him as he continues to fiddle with it. How is he so fucking good at everything?
“Of course you did,” I grumble as he hands me the rope. I watch him untie the wood and secure the bag in its place. The weight of the bag pulls at the rope in my hands, and I tighten my hold.
“I’m sorry if I want to be prepared. I like knowing what to expect,” he says as he takes the length from my fingers and hefts the bag up higher above us before wrapping it around the trunk of the tree and tying a fancy knot.
“So then what the hell was that last night? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but it was wholly unexpected,” I say, finally broaching the subject I’ve been dying to bring up for most of the day.
“Last night was… a reaction. I’m sorry about that,” he says, then pauses. “No, wait, I’m not sorry.” He turns to me, the blue of his eyes shining.
“No?” I ask. “I’m not sorry either. But what does that mean?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Frustration rises within me, so I try a different route. “Everything I said to you last year still stands. I l-like you. Probably even more now that I know who you are. Sometimes it feels like we were always going to meet. Get to right now, here.”
“I don’t…” he trails off.
“What?”
He looks up as if the answer is in trees above us.
“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know anything.
I don’t know how to be with you. I want to, God, I fucking want to so much, but I just don’t know how.
I see how easy it is for you to be with all your people, and I don’t know how to do that.
I always have a voice in the back of my mind—and fuck me, but it sounds a lot like my father—it’s always telling me I can’t have the things I want, I’m not good enough for them. ”
Okay, okay I can work with this. He’s freaking out a little, but we can figure it out.
“But—but you are good enough. I want you just as you are. I mean, you could chill out a little bit, but we can work on that.” He huffs out a small laugh. “And we don’t need to have all the answers right now. We can just try… this, whatever it is.”
Before he can give me an answer, we hear a rustle off to the right of us. With the rest of the sounds of the woods, it’s hard to tell what it was, but I’m hoping it’s just a small woodland creature and not a bear or fucking Bigfoot.
Without a word, Seth straightens himself up to his full height and takes a step in front of me facing down whatever’s lurking in the woods.
I shuffle a little closer to him, enough to feel the heat radiating off his back.
We stand like this for a few minutes, just listening since our small lantern and flashlight don’t show more than a couple of yards in front of us.
“It’s probably nothing,” I say, my voice just above a whisper.
“Yeah, whatever it was, I think it’s gone,” he says as he turns around. He’s not expecting me to be so close, so when he’s facing me, we’re chest to chest.
God, his eyes are so goddamn blue. Even in the dim light, they look like the most gorgeous ocean water. I feel like I could drown in them.
I would drown in him if he’d just let me.
Fuck it, I’m done asking for permission.
Using the six inches of height I have on him, I crowd him further and grab the back of his head in one palm as I slam his lips to mine. I slide my other hand to his hip and pray he opens for me.
Please, I want to beg. Even as I take control of him, as soon as his hands touch me, I’m putty.
He opens his lips, and our tongues slide against each other.
He tastes sweet and slightly bitter from the beer he had with dinner, and his crisp scent mixed with the campfire invades my nose.
My senses are overwhelmed by everything him.
With no other sound but the crickets, my moan rings clear among the trees.
We kiss for what seems like hours, just enjoying the proximity of each other. It’s not until my back hits the tree next to us that I remember where we are.
He pulls back an inch, just enough to have me chasing his mouth, and chuckles.
The sound is deep and throaty and filled with so much salacious promise.
“Did you get a taste of control last night and like it, pretty boy?” I whimper, all my bravado evaporating as my knees almost give out.
“Thought so. You want to make me feel good?”
All I can do is nod.
Well, nod and blurt out, “I have lube. And a condom.”
Seth stares at me, his eyes shifting between mine. “Why do you have lube in the woods?”
“Literally for this exact reason. You were the one who said you wanted to fuck in the woods one day, remember?” I say, and he smirks.
“Can you please stop asking questions and just fuck me?” Letting go of him, I reach into my back pocket and pull out two packets of lube and the condom I stuffed in there this morning.
I lift them up to our line of sight, and Seth glances at them briefly before taking them from my fingers.
His eyes lock back on mine, but his arms leave my body, dropping to his sides. I miss the embrace instantly.
I’m about to backtrack, protest, say anything to get him back on me when he says, “Take my cock out.” My hands move before I even process exactly what he said.
I just about catch up when I tug his pants and underwear down his thighs, and my fingers wrap around his hard length.
I sigh, in part because I’m relieved he’s not pushing me away, but also in adoration for how fucking gorgeous the dick I’m holding is.
He’s bigger than me, heavier, veinier. And something about the difference in our heights and the difference in our sizes really does it for me. He really does it for me.
I can’t see clearly in the dim light, but I know the velvety skin on his already hard shaft is ivory pale, making the veins stand out prominently.
I know the head is a dark pink, just like his balls, growing darker with each stroke of my hand.
He keeps the light brown hair at the base trimmed neatly, and all I want to do is drop down and shove my face into it, smell him, taste the day on him. Just the thought has my mouth watering.
But he hasn’t told me to kneel, so I settle for dropping my head to his shoulder and nuzzling his neck. I inhale his scent and lap at the salty, smoke-licked skin, a reminder of our long day hiking and setting up camp. His pulse pounds beneath my tongue, and I hear his panting breaths.
“Take your dick out too,” he commands, his words little more than a rasp. I don’t hesitate to shove my hand into the sweats I changed into after our hike and pull out my aching cock and balls. It’s already leaking, begging to be touched, used, his.
Seth presses in closer, bringing our cocks together between us, soft skin on soft skin.
I capture both in one hand and stroke. It’s dry, but the friction, just shy of being too much, feels so good another involuntary whimper escapes me.
I grind into the motion, anything to get some relief from the building ache.
We’re both watching the action, shadows shifting with the movement of my hand as I stroke up and down and then rub my palm around both of our heads, spreading our precum.
Seth groans, and the deep sound reverberates through me. “Fuck, that feels so good, East, but I need you to stop.”
“No,” I whine. I’m so close. Another minute and I’ll be coming hard all over both of us.
“Stop.” This time his voice is a command, and it’s as if he hit the off switch on me. My hand stills, I pause mid grind. I’m frozen like this, waiting for his next instruction, my panting the only sound as my cock continues to leak between us.
A gentle finger finds my chin and lifts it so I’m gazing into his eyes. “You’re making me feel so good, baby, but I want to fuck you. Turn around, hands on the tree.”
I don’t know if it’s the praise at a job well done or the heat radiating off him, but a shiver runs down my spine.
I turn around, pushing my pants down so they drop to my ankles, and plant my hands on the tree, just above my head.
The air is chilly on my ass, but my cheeks heat at being so exposed.
I make it worse for myself by leaning forward and arching my back a bit.
Seth’s warm hand lands gently on my asscheek, and he rubs it before squeezing, his fingertips digging in. I know he can see all of me. Even in the dim light, I know he’s looking his fill; he always does.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” His voice is reverent, almost a whisper.
Goosebumps erupt at the worship in his words.
His hand leaves me, and there’s a crinkling behind me as he tears open one of the lube packets.
Cold, wet fingers find my crease, and I tense from the shock of the temperature.
He circles my rim, and the lube warms. The touch is teasing, gentle, and it drives me wild.
I push back at his hand, hoping he gets the message.
“Patience, East,” he coos and presses a finger into me. It’s a welcome intrusion, and after a few small thrusts, I’m working myself on the digit. A second finger joins the first, and I moan at the familiar stretch.
Just a few moments later, Seth adds a third finger, and the stretch turns into a burn. I wince, my breath catching at the invasion. Seth’s movements stop.
“You okay?” he asks.