Ben
S utton teetered on top of the ladder, adding one last screw to the ceiling, while I braced him from below, taking a moment to admire my very fine view of his ass.
"This better be worth it," he muttered as he climbed down, looking up at the newly installed brackets for a curtain rod.
"I promised Parker and Ravi a surprise, and I couldn't let them down." I slapped his ass, and he laughed, watching as Sutton's entire face lit up, especially as I let my hand trail lower. Then I turned and picked up the packages of cheap curtains that I'd ordered online. "I could tell they were dying to cuddle."
"Or fuck." Sutton snorted, ripping open a package and shaking it out. The curtains had bears and trees on them—not exactly upscale, but they worked with the décor of the little cabin.
"They will have strict instructions not to fuck when we're in the room." I stepped closer and captured his lips in a kiss, and he smiled against my mouth, kissing me back. I pulled back and went back to the curtains, feeling content. In three short days, I'd become so much more comfortable around the sexy rugby player.
He was quiet for a moment, studying me, his bright green eyes full of questions. "You're good at this, you know. At noticing people and what might make things better for them. The way you noticed me."
"How could I not notice you?" I teased. "You're seriously the hottest man alive."
His cheeks flushed pink as he helped me thread the curtain rod through the holes in the fabric. "Does this mean I can sleep in your bed? Or maybe that's a bad idea.
"What about you in my bed could be a bad idea? You're a high-quality snuggler." I reached out, ruffling his hair. But he didn't laugh. Instead, lines of worry creased Sutton's handsome face.
"Nothing, I just…" He sighed and looked away. "It's nothing."
I softened, rubbing soothing circles on his broad back. "Hey, it's going to be okay."
Sutton scoffed. "Said with the confidence of someone who has had everything in his life work out perfectly."
As we hooked the curtain rod to the ceiling, I went quiet. I tried to convince myself that he was hurting and lashing out, but he didn't know me or my life well enough to say something like that. I wanted to kiss him, wanted him to be sweet and snuggly the way he'd been all break. Instead, I was watching him transform back into the man I'd first met—even his body language was changing.
"We're here!" Parker's cheery voice rang out as the cabin door banged open.
I stepped back, glancing towards Sutton. Before break, Parker had encouraged me to hook up with Sutton, so I didn't think he'd be upset, but suddenly it still felt like a betrayal. Sutton stiffened, his face shuttering. I watched him for a beat as the walls went up and his eyes went cold.
He was back to his cocky jock mode, and it was a little creepy.
Parker threw his bag on his bed and turned towards the curtain, a smile breaking out on his face. Ravi was following close behind with an armful of shopping bags, looking slightly harassed, but somehow still happy. Their eyes were bright, faces flushed from the summer heat, or maybe more. The space between them practically crackled with energy.
Forcing a smile, I backed away from Sutton, who flopped face-first into his bed.
"Holy shit, this is your surprise?" Parker said, sliding the curtain closed so it hung between the two bunk beds. "This is perfect. Honestly, why don't the counselor's cabins all have these? We could all use a little privacy now and then, especially after spending weeks getting dating advice from campers."
"Dating advice?" I asked.
Ravi nodded. "Some of the campers noticed Parker had a crush on me and gave him tips. Some of them were quite insightful."
"They were not! That's a thing of the past, though," Parker said. "Now I've won him, I don't need tips!"
I tried to focus on Parker's animated chatter as he launched into a play-by-play of their days off, including something he'd done to embarrass himself in front of Ravi's family, but my attention drifted to Sutton, who stood up and slipped out of the cabin. Parker and Ravi both ignored him.
As Parker recounted a particularly humorous mishap involving Ravi's sister, who had somehow accidentally come out as gay on vacation, Ravi chimed in with additional awkward commentary, causing both of them to dissolve into laughter. They leaned into each other, completely engrossed in their shared mirth. The intimacy of it made my chest ache for something like that with Sutton. Something open and sweet and good.
"Hey guys, I remembered I need Sutton's help checking… the, uh, something for my brother," I announced, wincing internally at the flimsy excuse. "We'll be right back."
Parker flashed a confused, brows-up look, and Ravi simply nodded, waving us off.
"Sure, you do that. Take your time!" Parker singsonged. "We have to get settled in, anyway. And thanks again for the curtain, it's perfect."
Feeling my face heat, I slipped outside, looking around for Sutton as the door shut behind me, muffling the sounds of Parker and Ravi's continued banter. He was sitting at the base of a big ponderosa tree in the square, staring down at his hands, looking for all the world like the saddest, loneliest boy alive.
"Come with me," I ordered as I stalked past, for some reason not at all nervous that he'd not follow. I led him down a short path that led to a little gear shed—the one we stored backpacking supplies in, and closed and bolted the door behind us.
I turned to face him, hands on my hips. "We have to get through the session. You won't be able to avoid them forever."
Sutton exhaled shakily, his gaze skittering away from mine. "I can try. They fucking hate me, anyway."
I chewed on my bottom lip, thinking about what it was going to be like to be with someone who didn't get along with my friends. But the fun we'd had over the break was still fresh in my mind, and I knew without a doubt that I wanted Sutton. I wished he could show everyone the things he showed me when we were alone.
"My head is so fucked up," he whispered brokenly. "I don't even think Parker would mind that I found someone." He glanced up at me, his eyes wide and hurting for an instant. "I need you. And you'll be right there, and I won't be able to…"
I grabbed his hips and pulled his body against mine at the same time that he surged forward and captured my lips in a searing kiss.
I broke away and met his eyes. "I guess I didn't need to worry you'd ditch me after sex."
"Shut the fuck up," he grumped. "You cast some kind of spell on me with your big dick and your hugs. And the kisses. How do you do that with the kisses?"
"Do what?"
"Make me feel like I'm the center of her universe."
It was a bit soon to tell me he was quickly becoming just that, so I leaned in for another kiss, this one reassuring and gentle. "I'll be right there. Even if we're not touching. I'll be right there." My hands fisted in his hair as the kiss rapidly escalated in intensity. Sutton licked into my mouth with desperate hunger, his own hands roaming greedily over my chest and back. All the tension and emotion poured out of him and into me. I felt consumed by the sheer force of it.
Breaking apart with a gasp, I rested my forehead against his, both of us breathing hard. Sutton's eyes were glazed and needy, his lips kiss-swollen.
"Alright," I said, taking a deep breath. "It's all right. You have me, okay? We'll figure it out."
"Show me." His eyes searched mine, wild and worried.
I kissed him again. "This thing between us isn't going away."
"No. Show me," he said, this time more insistent. "Make me feel it."
I searched his face for a moment, then slid my hands down his neck, feeling the thick, bulky muscles of his shoulders. I applied a gentle, downward pressure, and that was all it took for him to collapse to his knees, a slight smile spreading across his lips.
"Any time you need this as a reminder like this, you can have it." As I unzipped my pants, I was pretty sure I'd lost my goddamn mind, but Sutton was right there with me, gazing at me with a mixture of excitement and relief in his eyes.
"Does this make you feel better?" I asked, tapping his lips with the head of my cock, like I was teasing him with a treat. Everything else faded away, and it was just the two of us, connected by the most primal needs. And maybe that was what he was after.
He nodded eagerly, his cheeks turning pink. "Sorry, I don't mean to be needy."
"You can't seriously be apologizing for wanting to suck my dick." I shook my head, chuckling softly.
Blushing even pinker, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock. I didn't know if I completely understood why he craved it like this, but I was perfectly happy to give it to him. He wrapped his lips around me and eagerly swallowed me down, his green eyes staring up at me with a glazed-over, happy expression he only got when he had me inside him. The fear and worry in his eyes was replaced with relief, and that pleased me more than it should have.
I gently cupped his face and pushed in a little deeper. He gave no resistance, watching me intently as he opened wider and did his best to take all of me.
"Damn, baby," I murmured, sliding my hands to the back of his head and tangling my fingers in his hair, watching as he fought to take me deeper. The tight muscles of his throat constricted around the head of my cock, a pleasure so intense that it was almost too much. "I want to watch you come with my cock in your throat."
Sutton's hand moved to shove his shorts out of the way. I wished we were in a position where I could see the way he stroked himself, but his moans of pleasure and the rhythmic sound of him beating off were sexy enough. With my hips thrusting gently, I focused on the sight of Sutton's flushed face, the way his muscular body trembled as we approached our climax together.
The closer he got, the harder he sucked, his gentle hunger turning into a frenzy of need.
"Take me deeper, Sutton," I commanded, my voice thick with arousal. He looked up at me, his freckles standing out against his flushed cheeks, and pressed forward, swallowing more of my cock. I fought my orgasm, losing myself in the sensation of his throat constricting around me, hot and tight and warm.
"Touch my balls, too, baby," I instructed, watching as he complied without hesitation, stroking the base of my shaft and fondling my balls with practiced skill. It was clear that he took pride in his ability to please his partners, and I knew I had to reward him for being such a good boy.
Fortunately, cum was the perfect reward for Sutton Holm. He loved it—he lived for it.
"Fuck, you're amazing," I breathed, tightening my grip on his hair as I began thrusting into his mouth with increasing force. "So damn beautiful." My heart swelled with affection and lust as I saw the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure, even though I knew he must be struggling to breathe. However, instead of drawing away, Sutton only seemed to pull me closer, his fingers digging into my thighs as if begging for more.
"You good?" I asked between gritted teeth, barely able to form coherent thoughts as the pleasure threatened to consume me. Sutton hummed his approval around my length, sending shivers down my spine and drawing a groan from deep within my chest.
"Such a good boy," I praised, feeling the warmth pooling in my lower abdomen as I approached my climax. "I'm gonna come, Sutton. Do you want me to fill your mouth?"
He nodded frantically, one hand pumping his own cock furiously as the other gripped my hip, holding me close. Our eyes locked. I could see the desperate need in his gaze, and it was all the encouragement I needed to finally let go.
"Drink me down, baby," I moaned, before my orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. I held tightly onto Sutton's hair, anchoring myself as I shot my release down his throat, watching in awe as he swallowed every drop.
As the last spasms of pleasure wracked my body, I looked down to see Sutton's own cock spurt thick ropes of come into his hand, his moans muffled around my softening shaft. The sight was almost enough to make me hard again.
"Thank you." I gently stroked Sutton's hair, and the tension in his body slowly dissipated.
He suckled on me tenderly, a softness in his eyes that I had grown to adore. It was as if this intimate act brought him peace, and for a moment, everything else melted away.
"Hey," I murmured, my fingers still tangled in his hair. "Next time you're stressed, I need you to tell me what's up. If you need this, or you need to be held, that's okay. But snapping at people or stalking off in a huff isn't."
Sutton released me from his mouth, looking up at me with those big, green eyes. His cheeks flushed as he licked his lips, then stood. I pulled my jeans back into place and jumped up on the workbench, pulling him to stand between my legs, kissing him gently and tasting my cum on his lips. He smiled up at me, his expression unguarded and full of worry.
"I don't want to mess things up for Parker with Ravi. I feel badly enough about what happened with Parker, about risking his scholarship."
"You're worried about how to behave around them?"
He nodded, biting his lip. "I can see that he's falling for Ravi… and they seem perfect together."
"And you're jealous?" I frowned, not liking the sound of that.
Sutton licked his lips, his cheeks turning pink. "No. I just… they think I'm an asshole, and maybe it's better to let them."
"Or you could open up to them and let them be your friends." I felt a pang of disappointment because I much preferred the real Sutton, but I also knew how much he was going through. I couldn't fall in love with a man who was damaged goods without knowing I'd have to work through the mess inside his head.
Fall in love. It didn't sound wrong, and my chest tightened, nerves warring with a strange, joyous feeling.
He swallowed, his eyes darting up to me. "Should we break this off? You don't want to be with someone closeted. I heard you say that."
"Fuck no." The words slipped from my mouth with a vehemence I hadn't intended. "You are not running away from this, Sutton Holm."
A surprising smile broke out across his lips. "You're perfect, Torres. I hope you know that."
"Hardly. And forcing you out of the closet isn't my idea of a good time, especially not with your family situation."
"Fuck my family," he whispered, burying his cheek against my chest. I pulled him close, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his breathing shaky like he might be crying. There was nothing to do but to hold him. I cared enough about Sutton to wait.