Chapter Seven #3
He coughed and wiped his other hand across his mouth. It might have been my imagination, but I think his fingers trembled.
“You okay?” I said, attempting to help him to his feet when my thighs were still quaking.
“Sure. My undies are messed though.” He laughed, as he stood and swayed.
“Careful,” I said, clutching his T-shirt and pulling him in.
He crashed against me and we canted into the tree trunk. I kept us upright somehow and laughed, grabbing his narrow hips and bending to peer at him. He was frowning down at himself, wiping ineffectually at the mess he’d made.
“Puck,” I said gently.
He glanced at me from beneath his lashes, so shy and calm and different from the kid I’d seen in the paddock with Kamal. He was…vulnerable and open and my heart just about died.
“Was that too rough?” I asked, pressing my forehead against his.
He smiled, then frowned, then smiled again. “No. I liked it. I came in my fucking pants, didn’t I?”
I circled a hand under his chin and tipped his face to mine. “Yeah, you did. So damn hot.” I traced his chin with my finger. “Are you a dirty little boy?”
His breath caught, and I saw a flash of renewed desire. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You have no idea.”
I pulled myself together, fixing my shorts and tucking myself away. Puck fastened his jeans over his soiled briefs. Then we rested against the tree, sharing soft, quiet kisses in the peaceful forest, satisfying a mutual need to touch and be near each other.
I fingered the steel over his lower lip. “I love this, by the way. It feels so good when you kiss me.”
“I got that in high school. Wanted to look cool.” He shrugged.
“What about the eyebrow one?”
“Couple of years ago. A friend dared me.”
“I like it too,” I admitted.
“You got any?”
“You would have seen them by now, I think. Nope.”
He regarded me seriously.
“I haven’t even started to see you, Oliver Lambert.” His eyes raked over me like he wanted to remember the way I looked right this moment. “We’d better get back.”
“Hold on. Speaking of names. Is Puck your real name or an alias you’re using?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “It’s real. My mom teaches high school English.”
I grinned. “That is awesome. Because I like it very much.”
“I’m just glad it wasn’t Prospero. The Tempest is her other favourite play.”
“Fuck, you’d make any name sexy as fuck.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know about that.”
We stood silently regarding each other. He glanced in the direction we’d come.
“You go first, and I’ll wait for a bit, so nobody sees us together,” he said.
“We’re keeping this quiet.”
“For now…”
He blew a soft breath against my face and gave me a quick kiss before pulling away and turning into the trees. He lifted a hand to wave. He looked so beautiful—a picture of light and shadow with the morning sun slanting through the leaves.
“Wait a second,” I said, grabbing my Nikon off the branch and removing the lens cap. “May I?”
Puck shrugged, looping his thumbs in his pockets and glancing down at his crotch. “Can you tell I came in my pants?”
“It hasn’t soaked through your jeans. Yet.”
“Then hurry up. I gotta get back before it does. It’s cold and sticky.”
“Stay still then. Look pretty.” I said, framing him from the waist up and clicking several times.
“Always,” he said, then stuck out his tongue and flipped the bird.
I laughed and took the shot, then lowered the camera. “These are for me. I won’t show them to anyone.”
“Good.”
“Thanks for the blow job,” I said.
“Thanks for a healthy breakfast.” He grinned, tongue snaking over the ring in his lip.
“Hmm. I don’t think you got enough. I’ll have to feed you again.”
“Can’t wait,” he said, and then he was gone, turning and jogging through the trees.
And I was standing in the middle of a forest in the Muskokas, wondering why the world looked different all of a sudden.
I walked a bit further on the path to take some photos of a fallen tree and some interesting fungus before making my way back to the open field beside the bunkhouse. When I emerged from the trees I saw Andrew and Joshua standing by the door, speaking together in hushed tones.
“Hey,” I said. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Joshua said. “You’re up early.”
I nodded, attempting to look like all I’d been doing was taking wholesome pictures of birds and squirrels and not fucking Puck’s face in the woods.
I’m not sure I pulled it off. Something told me the fact I’d just spent twenty minutes getting my rocks off with the BCR’s cutest ponyboy was written all over my face.
“Yeah, it’s peaceful in there.” I waved my hand at the trees and the calm fields. “Y’know. Nature and all that.”
“Uh-huh. Nature,” Andrew said.
He had his arms folded across his chest and was grinning like he didn’t believe a word of it. They must have seen Puck come back to the bunkhouse from the same direction. They weren’t stupid.
I didn’t linger. I lifted my camera and gestured toward the main house. “Anyway, gotta get back and have another cup of coffee.”
Joshua eyed me suspiciously. “You gonna take pictures in the grooming barn?”
“After lunch,” I said. “The afternoon crew.”
“Ah. That’ll be us,” Andrew said, smiling.
“I might pop into a training session this morning. Not sure yet.” I said, heading toward the main house.
“Okay. See ya maybe,” Joshua said, giving me a salute.
I inclined my head and faced forward, trying not to swagger as I made my way along the path.
Kamal was standing on the porch, leaning on the railing with a coffee in his hand. He examined me as I approached, like he knew exactly what I’d been up to.
“Oliver. You’re up early.”
I blushed, feeling guilty about lying to Kamal. But that didn’t stop me. “Yeah, well, the fields and the forest are quiet in the early morning. Nice ambience.”
Kamal grinned. “If you say so.”
“I’m gonna get some coffee,” I said, climbing the stairs and moving past him as he chuckled.
I decided to go back to bed to recover from the morning’s exertions and my disrupted sleep. I set an alarm for eleven so I’d be up in time to get some lunch and be in the grooming barn when the afternoon ponyboys arrived.