Ben
A nd just like that, camp was over, and I was hugging Parker goodbye on the porch of the cabin we'd lived in all summer.
"You're so lucky you get to stay here. It's so jarring going back to the city," Parker said.
"Well, Eagle Ridge is always here once you graduate from college," I said. We both glanced at Ravi, who was neatly stacking t-shirts in their suitcases.
"He organizes when he's sad," Parker whispered.
I smiled, knowing Ravi didn't really like hugs. Except from Parker, of course. "I'll miss you too, Ravi."
He turned and smiled at me. "We'll be back. Parker has this daydream about being the camp psychologist."
"And Ravi has this daydream about being a field biologist," Parker added. "Promise you'll keep in touch, okay? We better see your ass down at Stanford sometime soon. Take a road trip next break."
I nodded. "Same goes for you guys. Eagle Ridge is always open, anytime you need to get away from the stress of school or want to hang out. I have a guest room, and you two are welcome to it."
Ravi smiled shyly. "Thanks, . This summer has been really meaningful. I don't think I've ever had friends I felt close to like you guys."
"But he feels closest to me, what with all the sex," Parker said, and Ravi rolled his eyes, huffing out a breath and elbowing Parker.
"Well, I won't miss you. I'll see you every day. But I'll miss ," Ravi said.
A lump formed in my throat. Damn, I really wished I'd gotten to know Ravi more. For the few short months of summer camp, we were thrown together in such a unique way, and then ripped apart once again. With one last wave, they turned and hauled their luggage down the path to the parking lot. The familiar, heavy ache of watching people I cared for walk away set in.
I was always the one left behind, and while other campers acted like they were jealous that I got to stay in the beautiful Eagle Ridge, it hurt to see so many people leave. It hurt to know many of them would never come back. College was almost over, and a door was closing on this chapter of my life, and I was nervous about what would come next.
Especially since Sutton was on the phone with his father.
Needing to clear my head, I walked out of the cabin and down to the lake. It was a beautiful Saturday, and my mom, an introvert like me, would be down by the lake somewhere. She didn't participate in camp as much as the rest of us, but the big goodbyes at the end of the season still made her sad. And this was her last day ritual, her way of remaining available to us if we were having a hard time while avoiding the commotion of campers and counselors packing and leaving.
As I got closer, I could make out her familiar silhouette perched at the end of the dock, dark hair blowing in the breeze coming off the water. The water lapped gently at the shore and birds chirped in the trees. I knew why she found it soothing. She had a book in her hand—another way she was like me—but she set it down and turned as I approached.
"Morning, sweetie. Come join me." She patted the spot next to her.
"Waiting for me?"
"I know how you get on the last day," she said, chuckling. "Need to get away from it all?"
I sighed. "I'm sad to see my friends go, but most of all, I'm worried about Sutton." And we sat there for a long while as I unloaded everything, and she listened. At the end of it all, she sighed and smiled.
"He must be really great to get you this worked up, huh?"
I laughed. "He really is."
"Well, why don't you go find him, and tell him how you're feeling. Make sure he knows you're there for him. We'll be here if he needs us to help free himself from his parents’ control. But right now, I'm guessing he needs a hug from his boyfriend, don't you think?"
"He's dealing with his dad, so I gave him his privacy. Was it wrong to leave him alone?"
"Honey, you're processing your stuff too. It's okay to take that time for yourself. Does he know how you feel about him?"
"I mean, I told him I wanted him to be my boyfriend."
She elbowed me, laughing. "But did you tell him that you love him?"
"Oh," I whispered, eyes widening. She was right. Right enough that I'm not even sure I said goodbye to my mom as I bolted to my feet and sprinted back to the cabin, suddenly desperate to see him. When I got to the cabin, he was sitting on the bed, looking down at his phone. I kneeled in front of him, taking his hands in mine.
"You okay?" I asked.
He studied me for a moment, smiling. "Why are you out of breath?"
"Might've run here."
"Don't worry, this time I wasn't searching up rumors about the sluttiest gay bars in Seattle."
I burst out laughing. "I wasn't worried, I just needed to see you."
"You saw me fifteen minutes ago."
"But fifteen minutes ago, I hadn't yet realized I love you."
Sutton stared at me, eyes wide, lips parted. With a choked sob, he surged forward to capture my mouth with his. I met him eagerly, desperate to taste him. One hand slid into his soft hair while the other splayed across his muscular back, holding him close. The kiss was desperate, almost frantic, as if Sutton was pouring every ounce of pent-up longing and frustration into it.
I wanted to infuse the kiss with every tender feeling, every protective instinct, communicating things I couldn't with words. Tilting my head, I deepened it, licking into the hot silk of Sutton's mouth. He yielded control with a shuddering sigh. In that moment, I knew with bone-deep certainty that I was exactly where I was meant to be. That Sutton was who I was meant for.
We kissed for long, drugging minutes, until the need for air forced us apart. Panting, I rested my forehead against his, our breath mingling between us. I stroked his back and hair, trying to soothe him, knowing he must still be shaken after talking to his dad.
"You love me."
"I love you," I said, peppering light kisses all over his face. "You're this beautiful, kind, loving soul, and I'm desperate for you to be mine."
"Fuck, I'm glad you said it first," he said.
"Okay, and did I remember to mention that you're a brat?"
He laughed. "You love that too."
"I do. I love the whole package."
"Including all the broken parts?" His cocky facade faltered a little.
"I think maybe our broken parts fit together."
He smiled, and nodded. "It's been really hard not to blurt out that I'm in love with you, you know. After I made such a big deal out of not being boyfriend material."
Warmth flooded through me, even with his roundabout way of saying it, and I beamed at him, cupping his chin in my hand. "I knew that was a lie. You were scared."
"Still, I was pretty sure you were planning to gloat."
"I still might. You never know!" I nipped at his bottom lip, then noticed his eyes were a little red and remembered his call. "Was your dad okay? Did he threaten you?"
Sutton exhaled a shaky laugh. "No. It went surprisingly well. He thinks I'm staying to build my resume, and he approves. But his fucking ministry is everywhere. If he finds out what you are to me—what you mean to me…" He trailed off, swallowing hard. "I'm afraid of what he'll do."
I cupped his face in my hands, wiping away the tears with my thumbs. "You have to trust that we can work it out."
"You, of all people, want me to place trust in the future? Where's your anxiety?"
I smiled. "This is something I feel oddly certain about. We're going to get you out from under your father's thumb, okay? My mom agreed to help with anything you need on the legal side."
"Okay," he whispered.
"But for now, let’s get you moved into my house, okay?"
"Okay," he said, smiling.
He sniffled a little, the sadness in his eyes clearing as a smile stretched across his lips. "We'll have the whole house to ourselves."
"We will." I ran my hands down his back, giving his ass a little squeeze, and the quivering in his body started to settle under my touch.
"No one to interfere, no ex-boyfriends sleeping on the other side of a goddamn curtain."
"That's true." I leaned in to him, kissing his shoulder, his stomach. I slid his shirt up, running my hands over his bare skin.
"We're going to fuck so much."
I glanced up at Sutton to find him beaming at me, suitably distracted. Only the redness around his eyes hinted at his previous distress.
His eyes slid to the side as he did some hasty math. "So, if I work full time for Matt, it's 8 hours a day. That's still 16 hours a day you can spend buried inside me."
I smirked at him. "Sleep. We'll need sleep. And food."
His smile was wicked as he squirmed a little, bouncing the mattress. His dick was hard and stretching his shorts already. "Mm, if only I could sleep with your dick in me, that sounds delicious, waking to the hard thrust of your massive cock splitting me open."
I leaned forward and nuzzled his stomach, letting my hands roam over his bare body. "Now that I have you alone, no more sneaking sex in the gear shed. I plan to take my time and try everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything. I want to fuck you in every position, make you come in every way possible. I want to fuck your throat and leave you dripping with my cum, on your knees and begging for more. And I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me."
His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, looking a little dazed.
"Plus, you did promise to teach me to suck your cock."
He rolled his eyes. "Put your lips on me and do what feels good. That's all there is to it."
I was already kneeling between his legs, and the little glimpse of his bratty side tempted me to torment him. "My lips on you?" I murmured, nuzzling him through his shorts. "Like this?" He was so hard already, and even through his shorts, his cock jolted against my lips as I kissed the firm ridge of his shaft. It was a rush, how much he needed me, how responsive he was to my touch.
"," he whimpered, his hips thrusting towards my mouth.
"Will you be a good boy for me, then?" I unbuttoned his fly, then reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down, teasing him until he got impatient and shoved my hands out of the way, ripping off both his shorts and underwear with one big swipe of his hands. His cock sprang free and he gave it a long stroke, moaning softly. He was hard and straight, and a pretty shade of pink, and there was a glistening drop of pre-cum at his tip. I leaned in and smelled the unique musky scent that was all Sutton, trailing my lips down the soft skin of his inner thighs.
He grabbed my head, tugging me towards where he wanted me. "Just shove me into your mouth already."
I gently took his hands and moved them aside. "Keep your hands on the mattress or we stop."
He huffed out a breath.
"Patience, Sutton. I'm learning." I shot him a wicked smile, letting him know I was taking things slowly on purpose. "I love how eager you are, but there's no need to be a brat."
He snorted. "It's your mouth, . Of course I'm eager. You're torturing me for fun."
"Am I?" I asked as I held his shaft in my hand and kissed my way up his length, sighing as I felt how velvety soft his skin was against my lips. I stuck out my tongue, tasting him for the first time, and both of us moaned.
He moaned. "Fuck, . Your lips feel so good."
"Okay, I can see why you're obsessed with this," I said, chuckling. When I glanced at him, his eyes were on me, focused and intent. Devoted. Desperate. This was the perfect way to make him beg. I leaned down and kissed his balls, sucking one into my mouth.
"You look so pretty like that," he whispered. "But the evil in your smile is terrifying."
I laughed. "What about like this? Does this make you into my needy little slut?" I kissed my way up his shaft, wet my lips, then opened my mouth and slid my lips down his cock, taking him as deep as I could.
How the fuck did he suck on me so well? He was a nice size where I didn't feel like I could take most of him without forcing him down his throat, and even with that, it felt like he was filling my mouth completely. The bump of the head of his cock against my throat was delicious, letting me know I had him deep. But I didn't feel the urge to do more.
As he bucked under me, begging for me to suck harder, I relished the feeling of control. For him, sucking cock was an act of submission. He loved to let me bury my hands in his hair and thrust deep inside his throat. For me, it was an act of domination, of control. He would only come when I let him. If I let him.
And the way his eyes rolled back in his head made me want to learn to control every nuance of his orgasms. I memorized his details, every pulse of his cock, the taste of him, the soft sounds he made when my tongue swiped across the right spot. He stretched my lips open in the most delicious way—just enough, never too much—and I loved feeling him throb against my tongue.
The little sounds he made, pleading with me to let him come drove me to tease him more. And I wasn't perfect—I needed to stop for breaks when my jaw got sore, but his pleased sounds told me that if I put my mind to it, I could rapidly become an expert in this.
"I'm close," he whispered, tangling his hands in my hair, then remembering my order to keep his hands on the mattress and letting go.
"Good boy." I lifted my head, swiping my tongue over the head of his cock. "I want to tease you all day, but I must admit that I'm greedy right now, and I can't wait to taste you," I murmured before sucking him in deep again, swiping my tongue down the bottom of his cock because I loved it when he did that. I cupped his balls and tugged on them, then slipped a finger up to tease at his crack, thinking about how much he loved to be stuffed.
Backing off a little, I wet my middle finger and pressed it inside him, going gently because I didn't have lube, then holding him like that as I devoured his cock.
"Oh fuck, , I'm going to come. Can I come?" He'd never felt more mine than when he asked that question. When he was writhing, begging for me. I made an affirmative sound, and he threw back his head with a moan, his cock jolting in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum across my tongue. The taste of him was salty and a little bitter, and I wanted it all, so I licked and sucked him until he whimpered and said he felt too sensitive. I gave him a few last sucks, making sure I'd swallowed every drop, and he squirmed in my arms.
"Fuck," he whispered when I finally let his cock drop and looked up at him, my middle finger still wedged firmly in his ass. "I love you so much, . Every last part of me belongs to you."
I smiled at that, then shoved him down onto the bed, pushing my shorts out of the way and thrusting deep into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, swallowing my cock with a skill I could never get enough of.
"Such a good fucking boy," I murmured, thrusting deep. "My love."