Kingston
It’s been a busy summer. Camden has been working his ass off all summer to save money, but his mom won’t take a dime. She called that Phillip guy, who apparently was thrilled to find out about their baby. He wants her to move to Dallas with him, but she told him she wants to take it slow.
Still, I think they’re headed for their own little love story. And Camden gets to keep the money he earned for himself. We even met Phillip a couple of times when he came into town. He’s good with Lucy, and she seems to be warming up to him.
I don’t feel bad at all for yelling at his mom. I really don’t. It needed to be said, and things are better now.
I also started full time at Oakley’s Landscape, and as I suspected, I love it.
It’s exactly what I want. My muscles are sore as hell at the end of the day, but I get to cash a fat paycheck and not worry about any college debt.
I know I get to make the world a little more beautiful, and I get to chill in the evenings, doing what I want to do.
I’m still living with my parents for now until I find a place, but I kick in some rent money, and they don’t seem in a hurry to get me out of the house.
I do wish I had my own place tonight though.
It’s Camden’s last night here.
Last night, we celebrated with the team and said our goodbyes. But tonight, it’s just us. Out in the woods with a tent and a fire. I guess it’s not so bad that I don’t have my own place. Although my dream is to buy some land, just like the land we’re trespassing on, and build a house.
I can’t really see anyone else in that picture except for Camden, and I don’t know what that means.
Not really.
Or I won’t allow myself to think about it. Because he’s getting out. And I’m so damn proud of him.
We lie down on our sleeping bags, but we don’t climb into them. It’s hot out, and I pull my shirt off, looking up through the mesh part of the tent we’ve unzipped and smile when I see the stars in the dark night sky. “You think you’ll be able to find this view in the city?”
He sits up and pulls his shirt off too, then lies down on his back next to me. “I doubt it. You’ll have to send me pictures.”
“I’ll definitely do that.”
I can feel him grinning, even though we’re both still looking up at the sky. “I’m really leaving tomorrow.”
“I know.” I don’t pay attention to the ache in my chest. It’s not fair to him to feel that way. He’s getting everything he deserves. I turn to look at him, and he swivels his head to meet my eyes. “You’re going to kick some serious college ass.”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “You think?”
“I know.” I reach out, grazing his cheek with my hand, needing to touch him. “You’re great at everything you do.”
“So are you, Kingston. I’m proud of you, you know? That job you have is perfect. You’re doing a great job.”
“I really like it.”
He smiles, and I can feel his pride. I look into his beautiful eyes, sparkling in the night, the fire outside the tent flickering in them.
My eyes trail over his perfect nose and high cheekbones, those damn dimples that drive me insane, and then those full, red lips.
My tongue darts out, licking my own because they suddenly feel dry.
Before I can tell myself to stop like I have all summer, I’m leaning into him, my lips smashing against his, and I pray he doesn’t push me away. To my delight, he doesn’t. His hand moves to my hip, pulling me into him and kissing me back with full force.
I moan into his mouth and roll to my side as he does the same, our hard cocks meeting through our shorts. “I’ve missed this,” I breathe as I reach down, trying to push his shorts down.
His hand covers mine, our noses brushing as he pants against my mouth. “What are we doing?”
I don’t want to think right now. I just want to feel, but I know my best friend. He needs to know. “A going-away thing?”
He chuckles at that, his eyes moving to look between our bodies, at our shorts tenting with arousal. “You really want this?”
I don’t understand how he can’t see just how much I want him all the time. Instead of answering though, I just show him. Grasping the back of his head and pulling his mouth against mine again.
I make quick work of his shorts, and he does the same until we’re both totally naked and rolling around in the tent, rutting against each other, our precum mixing and making the glide easier. “Fuck, I really want to be inside you,” I rasp.
He nods his head. “Condom? Lube?” He holds my face in both hands, his eyes full of fire. “Please tell me you have them.”
I smirk, reaching for my shorts. “Of course. I’m always prepared.”
“Didn’t know you were a Boy Scout.”
I laugh at that, ripping open the condom and sliding it over my dick, too amped up to wait. I lube up my fingers. “I wasn’t because someone didn’t want to join.”
He laughs at that, lying back on the sleeping bag, his legs spread and giving me a delicious view of his hard dick, heavy balls, and pretty hole I can’t wait to be inside. I prep him fast, his lips sliding over my neck and jaw, devouring my mouth the entire time because he needs this too.
He’s impatient, pleading with me to get on with it, but there’s no way in hell I’ll ever hurt him. Then, when I finally slide inside him, it’s like coming back home.
I lean on my elbows, kissing him as I rut into him over and over, his hips moving with mine, his hands on my ass, pushing me deeper into him. God, I don’t want it to end.
The feeling of his body under mine and his lips on my mouth is something I try like hell to commit to my memory.
It’s everything to me.
And when he cries out, his hand on his cock, stroking it through his orgasm, his ass squeezes me so tightly I see stars behind my closed eyes as I shout, my cock jerking inside him.
And then he just lies in my arms all night under the stars.
We don’t talk because we don’t really need to.
We’ve said what we needed to say, and tomorrow, he leaves.