5. Five
Five
Tae
“ U no.” Jude sets a card down on the discard pile and grins at me as he holds his last card.
I was worried this trip was going to be awkward, but it’s gotten easier the longer we’ve been out here together. I look over my hand and pull a card, setting it on top of the pile. “Draw two,” I tell him. Jude laughs, dropping his card for me to see. It’s another draw two. I lose. That’s the third game we’ve played now, but it’s getting dark out. Even with the light from the campfire, it’s getting hard to see our cards. “Maybe we should call it a night.” I pull the cards together, shuffling them as I wait for Jude to answer.
He looks at the tent, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt before he looks back at me. “One more game?” Jude asks.
“Not tired yet? Or is something bothering you?” It’s just a guess, but maybe it’s better than the not-so-subtle way I’ve been flirting over the last couple of days. Not that it’s made a difference. Jude’s completely oblivious.
“No. I’m ... I’m good. Just not ready to call it a night.” His hand pulls on his pants now. For someone who says he’s fine, it doesn’t seem that way.
“How about we take a walk instead? We can go down to the lake and look at the stars,” I offer.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I just need a minute to use the tree before we head out.” Jude stands up, stretching his legs before walking off a distance. I put the cards back in their box and tend to the fire as I wait for Jude to finish up. I know I should probably take the hint and stop flirting with Jude, but it seems like he’s unsure how to act around me, too.
“Tae, ready to go?” Jude is standing at the edge of our campsite, looking at me. I stand up and follow him, letting him lead the way. “Can I ask you something?” he asks as we get further out. I can see a few other campfires in the distance, but we’re far enough away that I’m not worried about anyone overhearing us.
“Ask away.”
“How did you figure out you’re bi?” It’s not the question I was expecting, but it’s not surprising either. Jude must be questioning things after what happened between us.
“Uh, it was kinda obvious, I guess. Like around puberty, hearing all our friends talk about girls, it was fascinating, but I got that same thrill thinking about other guys. It didn’t take me long to realize it wasn’t just girls that turned me on,” I explain. Jude sighs, taking a moment to think that through before he nods. He doesn’t say anything back, and I wait a few minutes before adding, “Anything else?”
“Shh,” Jude shushes me, but he isn’t looking in my direction. I follow his gaze, catching sight of a raccoon in the distance. Leave it to Jude to get distracted by the local wildlife. I step closer to him, but a stick snaps under my foot. The sound scares the raccoon off, sending him skittering into the bushes nearby. Jude lets out a loud breath and walks toward the lake again. I follow him until he sits near the water. I sit next to him, letting my fingers trail lazy patterns in the dirt. We’re close enough for our legs to just barely brush together.
“I don’t remember what happened that night. I mean, I vaguely remember kissing you, but after that—” Jude shrugs. He doesn’t look at me, and I’m not sure if he wants me to answer.
“It was a little hazy for me, too. We kissed, then I ...” I hesitate, and Jude looks at me, waiting for me to continue. “I remember sucking you off.” I can’t be sure in this dim lighting, but I think he’s blushing.
“I didn’t touch you?” he asks.
“I don’t think so. Just kissing,” I say. Jude doesn’t respond. He looks up at the sky, and I wait. Eventually, Jude yawns and leans into me. “We should probably head back to the tent,” I say, but I wrap my arm around Jude’s shoulders.
He turns to look at me and brushes some of my hair out of my eyes. If I wasn’t so unsure, I’d think he was flirting with me right now. “Yeah. We should get back.” He stands up, walking toward our camp without waiting for me. We don’t talk on the way back. Jude opens the tent, ignoring me as he kicks off his shoes then his pants. I do my best not to look. Whatever is going on in Jude’s head, me jumping him isn’t going to help. I sit on my sleeping bag, pull off my shoes, and strip down to my boxer briefs. Jude is already in his sleeping bag when I crawl into mine.
“Goodnight, Jude.” I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but my mind is still too awake.
Jude scoots closer, and when I open my eyes again, his face is right in front of mine. “Would you—can I kiss you?”
“You want to kiss me?” I ask. With how close our faces are right now, our lips are almost touching.
Jude licks his bottom lip, then nods. “Please? I want to know what it feels like.” I press my lips to his instead of answering. Jude gasps into the kiss, wrapping an arm around my neck to keep me there. His tongue slides over my lips hesitantly before dipping into my mouth. I let him lead for a moment before turning the tables on him. I move my lips against his, deepening the kiss, and Jude groans, his hips pressing forward. With all the layers of clothes and bedding between us, though, he can’t get much closer. “Fucking sleeping bags,” he says with a laugh.
“What do you want?” I ask.
Jude sits up, squirming his way out of the sleeping bag. I sit up, too, and he kisses me again. He leans closer, and I wind up lying on top of the sleeping bags with him leaning over me. My dick is achingly hard, anticipating what’s going to happen next. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my hip, but Jude isn’t in a hurry. His hand trails slowly down my chest and stops before getting to my underwear. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.” I wrap my arm around his waist, moving my hand to Jude’s ass and squeezing lightly. “Let me know if you change your mind and want to stop.” Jude nods and looks down at his hand as he pushes my underwear out of the way. My dick twitches as it’s freed, but Jude hesitates, staring at my erection. I move my hand, wrapping it around the base of my cock and giving myself a slow, firm stroke to the tip as Jude watches. “Do you want to touch me?” I’m already worked up from kissing him, but I want to keep going.
I tease my cock, keeping it hard as Jude bites his lip. As much as I want to take this further, I need it to be Jude’s choice. He kisses me again. It’s slower this time, but while I’m focused on that, his hand moves again. A finger trails down the length of my cock, brushing against mine. “Mhmm,” I moan, trying to keep my hips still. He wraps his hand around me, gripping my erection at the base. The first stroke is slow but firm. Pre-cum beads out of the tip, and Jude swipes his thumb over my slit, gathering it. I move my hand out of the way to let him take over. “Damn, that feels good.”
“I want you to touch me,” Jude whispers into my neck. I push his underwear out of the way and move my hand to his length. I can tell his bulge was impressive from how tightly his underwear tented out, but I can’t get a good enough look in the dark. Still, the solid weight of his dick in my hand is enough to send a shiver of lust through my body. Jude strokes me again, but with how close our bodies are, I can’t fight the temptation.
“Lean a little closer,” I tell him, pulling his dick into alignment with mine. I wrap my hand around both of our shafts, and Jude cusses when I stroke us together.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His hand joins mine, jerking us off faster. My balls tighten up, and I know I’m not going to last.
“I’m close,” I warn him.
Jude moans. His dick twitches before his hips thrust forward. Hot cum lands on my chest, and feeling his release pushes me over the edge. Jude curls into me as he catches his breath, and I wrap my arm around him. We can’t blame this on alcohol, but I still have no idea what it means. Jude might not be drunk, but I still don’t think he’s clearly thinking this through, either.