14. Dylan #2
“Boys, boys, boys,” River chimed in. “Let’s keep it professional.”
“Do these two even know how many inches are in a foot?” Ford asked River, ignoring the mass of muscle in the doorway.
River almost choked on his coffee. “They may be pretty, but they know how to repair a roof. They’ve laid many a shingle before.”
“We can take all the inches you’ve got.”
“Shut up, Axel. Do you want to get us fired?”
Brock and Axel, a living, breathing, flip-fuck scene from Sean Cody if I ever saw one. They might not be brothers, but they’ve certainly swapped DNA before.
“Aw, come on, bro. Ford looks like he can take care of himself,” Axel–the blue-eyed one–said.
“Yeah, but that’s not what you want him to take care of.”
“I wouldn’t object to a little?—”
“ If you guys don’t mind,” Ford interrupted the porn scene about to take place, “we had plans for the day.”
“Oh yeah?” Axel said. “Anything we can help with?”
“I don’t think the roof that needs repairing is in the lake.” I watched Ford’s jaw clench, causing the muscles in his cheek to twitch. “We were going for a swim.”
“Maybe we can join you later?”
“Bro, we don’t have swimsuits.”
“Skinnydipping!” they both said in unison.
“I know they don’t seem it”—River laughed, walking over to slap Brock on the back—“but they’re the best in the business. And don’t worry, they’re brothers, and they’re all talk.”
Brock winked at Ford. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
I had had enough of this. They needed to stop flirting with my Ford.
He filled my hole, and no one else’s. I took a step forward, ready to launch into a full-blown ‘he's mine, bitches’ tirade, when Ford’s hand, warm and firm, settled on my lower back.
It was a subtle gesture, but it was enough to calm me down, letting the air out of my jealous rage balloon.
Ford leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. “Run upstairs and grab two towels, the sunscreen, and lube.”
As if he needed to prove his claim, he gave my ass a healthy slap as I left the room.
It only took me a minute to throw what he requested into a totebag.
By the time I made it back downstairs, there was a picnic basket on the table, Ford was filling a cooler with ice, and the strapping studs were nowhere to be seen.
“All set,” I said, holding up the tote bag.
“Good.” Ford turned to River. “How many days do you think it will take?”
He put his coffee down, and answered, “Probably about three.”
“Can you text me when you’re done for the day?”
“Sure thing.” River nodded. “Sorry about those two. I know they’re a handful, but as you probably noticed, they’re pretty strong.”
“No worries,” Ford said, ushering me towards the door, cooler and basket in hand. “Don’t bother locking it up when you leave, there’s no one around.”
“Roger that. Have fun, you two.”
I slipped on my flip flops and headed outside.
Ford threw a glance at Axel and Brock, who were unloading materials from a trailer. Both stopped to give Ford another once-over but he didn’t notice, he was too busy pushing me towards the woods.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“A secluded spot. No one should bother us.”
I followed Ford, down an unfamiliar path into the forest, the air crisp and clean. “They were practically licking you back there,” I said, eager to break the silence.
“I noticed.”
“It’s nice to find other queer folk out in the boonies.”
“There’s no silver lining to it.” Ford stopped to look at me. “It was intensely inappropriate.”
“I flirted with you for the last month. How is that any different?”
“We’re”—he motioned back and forth with his hand—“together.”
“They don’t know that. We’re not wearing signs.”
“Was my cum all over your face not clear enough?”
My hand immediately went to my cheek. “Is there some still there?”
“I’m exaggerating for effect. It’s what you do when you’re trying to win an argument.”
“Is this an argument?” I stepped towards him and slid my body against his, burying my face in his chest. “I think it’s too early for one of those.”
“Dylan, I—” He stopped trying to talk as soon as my fingers squeezed his cock through the flimsy fabric of his shorts.
“I liked seeing other men flirt with you, knowing you’re mine and I’m yours, and there’s nothing they can say or do to change that.”
“You did?” He ground his hips against my hand.
“Forget about them, and the hole in the roof, and how about you worry about my holes for the rest of the day, okay?”
“Okay.” Ford smirked, pulling me closer. “I can do that.”
“Good.” I stood on my tiptoes, begging for a kiss, and Ford leaned down to give me one.
The secluded spot turned out to be even more perfect than I imagined—a small meadow crept out from the forest, leading to a short stretch of sand framed by a few large boulders. The water was calmer over here, a shimmering invitation.
As Ford spread the towels, I stripped my clothes off.
“Oh!”
I glanced over my shoulder. “You said it was secluded.”
“Just pleasantly surprised." Within seconds, Ford was naked too.
“Does that monster ever quit?”
“My cock?” Ford smiled. “You shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“That gift horse barely fits in my mouth.”
“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”
“If at first I don’t succeed, splice my DNA with one of those snakes that can unhinge its jaws, then I’ll try, try again.”
Ford took my clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them in the totebag along with his. “Don’t want these all sandy. Would you like me to put sunscreen on you?”
“Uh, yes please.”
In turns, we slathered each other all over.
I paid special attention to his junk, eliciting a few swear-filled moans, and I couldn’t resist a little slide in between his firm cheeks.
After our balls were safe from burning, we sat close to each other on the towels, devoured the sandwiches Ford had made, and sipped on cool lemonade.
Eventually, the heat became too much for me.
“I need a swim,” I said.
“Sounds good to me.”
Without another word, we waded side by side into the cool water.
The lake took me into its private embrace, diluting the tension River’s flirtatious helpers had created.
I pushed off the sandy bottom and floated as best I could.
Without asking, Ford came and supported my body—like he used to when I was younger—holding me still at the surface of the water.
With my eyes closed, I concentrated on my breathing.
The world’s noise came and went as the water intermittently covered my ears.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes but in his arms, it felt like hours. With a twist of my body and a big smile, I snaked my way against his muscular frame, intertwining my legs with his, and kissed him. He tasted like honey and lemon.
Being with him was infinitely better than a sexless summer.
I had almost fallen asleep when my phone vibrated underneath my towel pillow.
Morgan: How’s it going?
I grinned, a delicious warmth spreading through me.
Morgan: Haven’t heard from you in a while.
Morgan: I’m on break at work.
I spent the next half hour filling him in on all the sordid details of the summer so far. I would’ve called, but I had a lot to explain, his break was only so long and Ford was right next to me.
Dylan: Do you think it’s a mistake?
I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his response.
Morgan: The problem with mistakes is sometimes they have really good dick.
I had to admit it was a really good dick.
Morgan: But I don’t think it’s a mistake.
Morgan: The dude is mature as fuck. It’s about time you found yourself a daddy.
Morgan: You know what guys our age are all about.
I chewed on my lip, a tiny wrinkle creasing my brow. Morgan had a point, a lot of points actually, but one still nagged at me.
Dylan: But what would he see in me?
Morgan: He’s known you for 14 years. He knows who you are, Dylan.
Dylan: I guess you’re right.
Morgan: I’m always right.
Morgan: And I’m happy for you.
I was smiling so hard my cheeks almost hurt.
Dylan: I’m happy for me too.
Morgan: Cage still working out? Haven’t been tempted to use the key yet?
Dylan: About that…
The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves of an ancient oak tree.
The heat became too much, and instead of swimming more, we had simply retreated to a patch of soft grass in the treeline.
I was on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, watching Ford as he read his book, his brow furrowed in concentration.
The silence was punctuated only by the chirping of random songbirds and the gentle rustle of leaves.
Every now and then, he would look over at me and smile, a silent affirmation of comfort.
The lingering scent of lake water and his subtle, musky cologne mingled together, creating a heady perfume that I had committed to memory and would associate with this summer for years to come.
It was the kind of day that I wanted to last forever.
A few hours later, as we were drying off from another dip in the lake, Ford's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. "It's River. They’re done for the day. They'll be back tomorrow to finish the job."
"Good to know." I smiled, pulling Ford closer. "Guess they know what they’re doing."
Ford grunted.
“What? You still jealous?” I threw my leg over his, pressing my cage against his thigh.
“No.” He kept looking in the other direction.
“I’m not convinced.” I hooked his chin with my finger and made him look at me. "How about we go home and see how many holes you can fill tonight?"
Tomorrow was another day. Tonight, there was only us.