Chapter 16 Jack
JACK
When the pulses of Bunny’s orgasm subside enough that the stranglehold on my wrist eases, I carefully withdraw my hand.
He makes a sound of arousal and pain as his swollen rim stretches when I slide my knuckles out of him.
I drop my cock and catch my breath for a few seconds before tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up.
“Can’t believe you made me come for a second time tonight without even putting my cock in you,” I murmur. “Jesus Christ, that was intense.”
Bunny’s eyes are glassy and unfocused as he turns them on me. “Yeah, holy shit,” he mumbles as I move to unclip the carabiners and release him. I scoop up his discarded shorts, then the rest of him. He slumps like a rag doll in my arms, limbs dangling, spent and heavy.
I chuckle. “Took more out of you than usual that time, huh?” He murmurs something unintelligible and sort of nods against my shoulder. I hustle to the shower building, glad I had the foresight to stage supplies there earlier.
The showers are semi-enclosed, individual stalls. I’d heard about some of the parks with camping facilities installing these, but hadn’t seen any of them in person before. It’s a pretty sweet setup — and a major upgrade from the tumbledown, spider-filled building I remember as a kid.
Making my way to the farthest stall, I set Bunny down on the floor. He doesn’t protest, his head lolling to the side. Eyeing him as I strip off my own clothes, I feel a warmth rising in my chest. I still haven’t quite gotten used to this feeling.
“C’mere.” I nudge Bunny to lift his arms so I can pull his T-shirt off him.
When he yanks off his boots, the sight of the carabiner clips still dangling from the back loops makes me grin inwardly.
After I get us both naked, it’s quiet except for the drumming of water and a couple of intrepid crickets as I settle in behind him and pull him against me.
Like usual, he doesn’t say much — just hums with appreciation when I work shampoo into his hair and lather up his body until the water that sluices down the drain runs clear.
He gets up when I hand him his towel, letting out an enormous yawn that makes me laugh a little. “I was hoping we could get up for an early hike before we have to break camp and get out of here tomorrow,” I tell him. “But something tells me you’d rather sleep in a little.”
He rubs his eyes. “Maybe. I worked the early shift at Bean-Go for so long that I still wake up early a lot of the time. So if I do tomorrow, I’m game.”
I feel a chuckle rumble in my throat as I pull him against me. “You’re always game for anything, Bunny. That’s why I love you.”
He giggles and pokes me in the ribs lightly. “Is that the only reason?”
I pretend to think about it, tipping my head to the side and bringing a hand to my beard. “Hmm,” I say, studying him with narrowed eyes. “Well, and maybe this camping trip you sprung on me.”
“Pfft.” He rolls his eyes and gives me a bratty smirk. “You’ve got a funny way of saying ‘thank you’ for your birthday present.” I give him a light swat on the ass before I gather our stuff and put my arm around him, steering him towards the door.
Back at the campsite, I unpack some of the chili and cornbread. The food is cold, but both of us eagerly wolf it down. When we get settled into my new, big-enough-for-both-of-us tent, Bunny drapes himself over my body.
“Mmm.” He buries his nose in my chest hair. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mumbles. “You smell so good.”
“Dumb bunny,” I respond. “Roll over and I’ll put some aloe on those stripes on your ass.”
He purrs with contentment when my hands spread the cool gel over his inflamed skin. A few minutes later, his breathing is already light and even. I stretch out next to him, thinking he’s asleep, when he suddenly stirs and says something I don’t quite catch. “What’s that?” I ask.
“Thank you for getting a new tent you didn’t need,” he murmurs.
I chuckle softly. “I did need it. How else could we do this?” I give him a squeeze and he lets out a happy little hum that gives me the same strange ache in my chest as before.
I wait until his breathing changes before I mutter to myself in the dark, “I’m a lucky bastard.”