Ben
A s we walked down to the lake, the hot summer sun beating down on us, I couldn't take my eyes off Sutton. His broad, muscular shoulders rippled as he carried a stack of life jackets, his freckled skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. God, he looked good.
I forced myself to look away before anyone noticed me ogling him. As my friendship with Parker and Ravi grew, it was getting harder to keep my feelings for Sutton a secret——they weren't exactly Sutton's biggest fans these days. That, plus the sinking realization that, in a few short weeks, Sutton would head back to California, meant my anxiety had spiked through the roof.
And would he even look back? I'd told him I was going to give him time, but now time seemed to slip away, at a speed that was out of my control. There was less than a week left of camp, and every stolen moment with him felt like it might be the last.
My stomach tightened at that thought, and I forced myself to look away from Sutton. As intense as our sexual relationship was, it felt like everything else was at a standstill. I wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, to tell everyone how amazing he could be, to talk about the things we were fighting for. Instead, I was forced to remain silent, to hold it in, and to wonder if he even cared enough to keep things going.
When we reached the lake shore, Parker and Ravi were already there with their campers, unloading the kayaks from the shed by the dock. I hung back, watching as Sutton jumped right in to help, laughing and joking around with the kids. The kids adored him, maybe because he was more himself with them than he was with anyone. With the campers, he was funny, charming, and a little silly, and I wished that Ravi and Parker could understand how much that was a part of who he truly was.
Instead, they mostly talked shit about him——and he mostly deserved it, because he'd remained an asshole where both of my friends were concerned.
My mouth went dry. Sutton stripped off his t-shirt to reveal his chiseled abs and toned pecs. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. Or licking him. His green swim trunks hung low on his hips, showing off the sexy V that disappeared beneath his waistband. I wanted to run my hands all over his smooth skin, grab that perfect bubble butt…
"Earth to ! Little help here?" Parker's voice snapped me out of my fantasies.
Feeling my face flush, I hurried over to help Parker and Ravi finish getting the kayaks in the water. Sutton, who had been helping kids with their life vests, climbed into one of the kayaks, his powerful thighs flexing as he settled into the seat. With a jaunty salute, he paddled out ahead with the kids, who were already out on the water. The rest of us followed behind to chase after the stragglers.
As I paddled, I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting to Sutton gliding through the water up ahead—the sunlight glinting off his dark hair, his biceps bulging as he moved the kayak more skillfully than he had any right to. I was in trouble. This beautiful jock had me completely under his spell, and hiding what I felt was getting more impossible by the minute.
Parker poked me with his paddle and nodded towards Sutton in the distance. "He may be an asshole, but at least he's serving up the quality eye candy, right?"
My stomach clenched. I forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Ha, yeah, I guess."
Ravi paddled over to join us, his brow furrowed. "I don't understand the appeal, personally. Sutton is so…" He waved a hand, searching for the word.
"Hot as hell?" Parker supplied with a snort.
"Arrogant," Ravi finished, giving Parker a look. "Or cocky. Do those mean the same thing?"
"And hot as hell," Parker said, laughing.
"Yeah, well. I have my own hot guy to leer at," Ravi said, waggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of which, paddle ahead so I can examine how your back muscles look as you row. For biology reasons."
"Right," Parker said.
"I'm a scientist!"
I gripped my oar tighter, biting my tongue against the urge to jump to Sutton's defense. They had no idea who he really was beneath that cocky jock exterior. The sweet, vulnerable guy who'd trembled in my arms two nights ago, gasping my name like a prayer as I moved inside him.
An awkward silence descended. I cleared my throat. "Well, there's more to Sutton than meets the eye," I said carefully. "He's just…going through some stuff."
Parker raised an eyebrow. "You two seem to have gotten closer lately…"
Did he suspect something? I schooled my features into a neutral expression. "Nah, we just…talk sometimes. About life and whatever. You know, we're on these long hikes with the campers."
"Right. I'm sure you have very deep, meaningful conversations in between eye-fucking each other," Parker said dryly.
I nearly dropped my oar. "What? No, it's not like…"
"Relax, I'm messing with you," Parker laughed, holding up his hands. "Honestly, I'm surprised Sutton talks about anything besides himself and his latest hookup."
I couldn't listen to this anymore. The dismissive way they talked about Sutton, when they didn't even know him, didn't see the scars he kept hidden… It made me want to scream. Or grab Sutton and kiss him senseless in front of everyone. Consequences be damned.
But I couldn't do that. We'd agreed to keep things secret, at least until we figured out what this intense, electric thing between us even was. Were we boyfriends? Friends with mind-blowing benefits? I had no fucking clue. All I knew was that every cell in my body craved Sutton like a drug. And I was in serious danger of losing control of my addiction.
As the other two paddled off, joking about which one should go in front and which one should do the leering, my urge to claim Sutton grew with every stroke of my paddle. The sight of him gliding across the lake, sun-kissed and gleaming, made my heart race and my swim trunks feel two sizes too small. I needed to get my hands on him, to brand his skin with my touch and erase all the doubts swirling in my head.
But I bided my time, until the kitchen staff showed up on the beach with lunch, until it made sense to get him alone.
"Alright, everyone," I called out to the campers once we reached the beach. "Time for a picnic! Get your snacks and drinks, and enjoy some downtime."
The kids eagerly grabbed their items from the coolers, and I watched as other staff members took over the supervision. My heart raced as I approached Sutton, who was still dripping wet from the lake, his muscles glistening in the sun.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "Can you help me put away the kayaks? They're going to play on the beach and swim after lunch."
"Sure thing, ," he replied, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. He knew exactly what I had in mind, and it only served to fuel my need for him even more. I let Ravi and Parker know we were putting the kayaks into storage, and they agreed to watch the kids.
One at a time, we hauled the kayaks into the shed in charged silence, doing our best to pretend that we were doing work. Nothing more. But the second the door swung shut behind us, I grabbed Sutton and slammed him against the wall, crashing my mouth into his. He met me with equal ferocity, fingers digging into my shoulders as our tongues dueled.
"Fuck, you were so sexy out there on that kayak," Sutton groaned as he backed off to catch his breath. "All I could think about was this."
I raked my gaze over his heaving chest, eying the way his swim trunks tented obscenely over his hardening cock. "What are we, Sutton?" I rasped. "What is this thing between us? Are we boyfriends or what?"
Sutton's eyes clouded, a sheen of vulnerability tempering the desire. "I've never…. I'm not sure."
"But you're not just my fucktoy."
He laughed. "I'll be any kind of fucktoy you like."
"I want that. But I also want you, Sutton. All of you."
"I know. But…"
"You don't have to be afraid of your father anymore. I have a fucking house, Sutton."
He tilted his head, smiling. " Torres, are you asking me to move in with you and be your live-in fucktoy?"
"Or my boyfriend. Or a friend who sleeps in my guest bedroom because he needs somewhere safe. As long as you're okay."
Hope and fear warred across his features. "I don't know what's going to happen when camp ends, but right now? I fucking need you, ."
"As you wish," I whispered, hoping he got the reference. Hooking my fingers in his waistband, I shoved his trunks down to mid-thigh, freeing his beautiful cock. It sprang up, flushed and leaking, begging to be touched.
So I touched him.
I spat in my palm and wrapped my fist around his hard cock, stroking firmly. Sutton threw his head back with a groan, rocking into my grip. I shifted forward, pressing my cock against his, wishing I had lube.
"Back pocket," he whispered, and I found a small tube there, getting us nice and slick before wrapping my hand around both of us.
"Oh fuck, …" His hands flew to my shoulders again, clutching like a lifeline as he thrust into my hand, gliding against my cock.
"I'm going to play how I like." I stroked him in tandem with the thrusts of my own hips, grinding our cocks together. The friction was exquisite torture, ratcheting the tension in my balls with every slide of his silken skin against mine. "If you're my fucktoy, I can do any damn thing I want to your body."
"," he whimpered.
I crashed my mouth against his again, and he met my kisses with equal fervor, devouring my lips and tongue. Sutton was shaking apart in my arms, whimpers spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. I nipped at his jaw, at the sensitive spot below his ear. "Tell me you're mine, Sutton. Tell me you belong to me."
"I'm yours," he whispered. "And it scares the shit out of me."
Sutton's eyes rolled back in his head as he rutted against me, his cock pulsing in my grip. His fingers dug into my biceps, leaving marks that I knew would last far longer than this stolen moment. But I didn't care. All that mattered was claiming him, making him mine in every way possible.
"Say it again," I demanded, the pressure building inside me as I continued to fuck my hand and Sutton's cock. "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me I'm your boyfriend."
"Y-you're my boyfriend," he gasped, his whole body shaking with pleasure. "Ah fuck, !"
With a shout, Sutton came all over my hand, his hot cum spilling out between our fingers. He continued to rut against my cock, panting and moaning as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked his muscular frame. And as I watched him come undone, completely lost in the throes of passion, the truth of it finally hit me: I was falling for Sutton.
"Fuck, ," Sutton breathed, his green eyes dark and dilated as he watched me stroke his cum over my cock, jerking myself to a quick orgasm, releasing all over the firm muscles of his stomach.
"Look at you," I whispered, my voice rough. "Covered in your boyfriend's cum. And your own."
Sutton grinned shyly as he rubbed the sticky mess into his skin, all traces of doubt vanishing from his eyes as my cum coated his skin. He stepped in close, leaning his forehead against my shoulder. "I'm sorry my head is so messed up. But you're right. And if you want to say we're boyfriends, just between us. I'm okay with it." His cheeks turned pink as he ducked his chin. "I like it."
I laughed and leaned in, kissing him again. "Me too. And fuck, thinking about you walking out that door with my cum on your skin is doing things to me."