Chapter 11 #3
I only warned Jude not to leave the clearing and not to turn his back on the woods, but that was all the warning I gave him, and left him in peace.
There was no advice I could give Reggie, however, so I just tried to pretend everything was alright as the conversations and laughter slowly died down and sleep crept into everyone’s minds.
We weren’t in charge of the men, but Reggie still advised that everyone get to bed soon because the sunlight was not going to respect night owls.
Eventually, they filtered into their tents, where I could hear the low murmur of conversation and snickering, but little else.
Jude eventually went to the tent he was staying in with a couple of others, giving Reggie and me a strange look before managing a smile and a wave.
There was something in that smile I couldn’t quite place, but he ducked into the tent all the same and left Reggie and me to put out the fire and make sure it stayed that way before we retreated into our tent.
His silence felt impossibly loud as we readied ourselves for bed, slipping into our sleeping bags and turning out the light.
I could hear the sounds of the forest, and if I listened closely, I could just make out a soft conversation from the nearest tent.
I could also hear Reggie’s breathing, which was even but not deep enough for him to be asleep.
In the darkness, that was my only indicator that he was there and still wide awake.
It would be the moment for me to say something, to approach some sort of understanding between us, or at least give him something to work with other than we worked great in bed together.
Except I said nothing, and could feel the minutes ticking by as I lay there, listening to the rest of the camp grow silent, and all I could hear were the insects and Reggie’s continued breathing.
Much like Reggie’s silence earlier, the quiet felt as if it had substance, a weight growing with every passing minute, and if I didn’t do something soon, it was going to threaten to overtake and smother me.
I had to gear myself up to open my mouth and speak, even if the words were awkward, bumbling, and not the ones I wanted to use.
It was Reggie, so even if I royally fucked up what I wanted to say, maybe it would be enough.
Maybe he would still understand and have the patience to peer through what I was saying and find pieces of what I meant.
My mouth opened and closed as the rustling of Reggie’s sleeping bag interrupted me, followed by the quiet but sharp sound of a zipper.
The moonlight, weak as it was right now, was still bright enough that I could make out his outline moving and rustling through his bag.
The shadow moved again, and for a moment, I couldn’t make out what was happening until I felt a tug at my own sleeping bag, and then I felt the zipper being undone.
“What are you…” I began as I heard more zippers, and then reaching out, I discovered he had zipped our bags together. “They can do that?”
“Yes,” he said softly, and his hand found mine, and that was apparently all he needed in the darkness to find me. “With bags like this, you could probably survive an arctic storm, especially because you can combine them to share body heat.”
“Sounds a little on the warm side,” I said with a low chuckle.
“Probably,” he said, and then he was against me, and before I could say anything else, his nose brushed mine. Then his lips were against mine, his hand tightening over mine, and his other hand curling against my stomach.
I couldn’t decide if the kiss was heated or desperate, and the thought made my chest ache.
Our lips parted, and I slid my tongue over his, reaching over to grab him by the waist and draw him closer.
One of his legs was thrown over mine, and he closed the last bit of distance.
We wore only underwear, and I could feel he was already hard and what little there was to bring to life of my cock was there in an instant.
Damn it all, I was supposed to be talking about us, breaking through my bullshit to talk to him for once, but now I was distracted by his body all over again.
Then again, it wasn’t just his body; it was the feverish kiss that somehow stayed quiet, the feel of his cock rubbing against mine, and the lust I could feel growing inside him, and me.
“I think you promised me something,” he said in a low, husky voice that shot straight to my groin. “Going to follow through on that?”
I should have said no. I should have said we needed to talk, that really, it wasn’t just him that deserved to have a conversation about who we were or what we were going to do in the future. What I said instead was a breathless, “Yes. Absolutely.”
“Then let’s get this underwear off and my dick inside you,” he said, as blunt and tactless as I expected, and yet it still made my cock twitch in anticipation.
Trying to undress in a sleeping bag was more awkward than on a bed, but we figured it out, and then underwear was tossed aside and forgotten while our bodies were pressed together again.
I was already warm, but the heat coming from his skin as it slid against mine was intoxicating as I kissed him, reaching down to wrap my hand around our cocks so each movement felt like I was jerking us off.
His mouth was on my neck, and I heard a soft snapping sound that I recognized instantly as the bottle of lube, which he had clearly been rummaging around for earlier.
I braced in anticipation as I felt cool, slick fingers slide over my bare ass and find what he was looking for before pushing in.
We’d both learned that two fingers was not a problem for either of us; it stretched us quicker, but for me it was always just on the edge of uncomfortable while still lighting something inside me.
Speaking of inside, his fingers curled toward my front, and I had to bite down gently on his shoulder to muffle the soft groan that wanted to crawl out of my throat.
I could feel his cock twitch against my grip as his fingers rocked in my ass.
I murmured softly in his ear as his breathing deepened, telling him I couldn’t wait until it was his cock inside me, that he felt so good even with just his fingers, and how much I needed that.
Despite the shit he gave me about my ego, I could feel him growing more excited.
Maybe it wasn’t ego on his part; maybe it was just a need to be needed, wanted, or perhaps just to know he was doing things right.
Whatever the case, I knew that encouragement and praise were a good way to get him excited, and I had no problem telling him the truth if it helped.
There was…something to that thought which echoed and felt significant.
Before my mind could latch onto the thought and make sense of it, however, he added a third finger, and I sucked in a breath, giving up on my dick and wrapping my hand solely around his.
He took in a sharp breath as well, especially when I ran my fingertip back and forth on the underside of his cock, helped by his constant leaking.
“Lie flat,” he said, and though it was disappointing to feel his fingers pull free from me, the anticipation of what was to come was more than enough to make up for it.
“Bossy,” I chuckled softly, but did exactly as he asked.
Honestly, one thing I loved about our sexual relationship was that despite it being in its infancy, it was still as laid-back and unfettered by expectation as our friendship had become.
Neither of us was hung up on who was ‘supposed’ to do what, though he tended to gravitate toward bottoming and enjoyed being bossed around and teased, but he was just as comfortable topping and messing with me.
For my part, I wasn’t bothered which roles we ended up playing, so long as it was Reggie, and so long as we were both enjoying ourselves, that was all that mattered.
After a pause where I heard the bottle of lube open and close again, I felt his heat on my thighs and then spread out over my back as he kissed between my shoulder blades.
I shivered as I felt his cock slide between my ass, slick and warm before I felt him readjust, then the head was pressing against me.
I didn’t know if it was eagerness or impatience, but he thrust forward and I pushed my face into the built-in pillow of the sleeping bag as not just the head of his cock but the first couple of inches pushed into me.
“Sorry,” he murmured, beginning to pull back.
“You’re fine,” I told him, meaning it and reaching back to stop him. “It was just…a lot, but not bad.”
There was no real pain, just the sudden feeling of being a lot fuller than I expected.
As much as I loved bottoming for him, I was still out of practice, it being the third time I’d done it with him…
and really, the third time I’d done it in years.
The few men I’d slept with before him had preferred me to top, so bottoming had never really been in the cards until him.
He leaned forward again, pushing another inch in as his lips pressed against my neck.
I groaned softly as he rocked; the sound muffled by the sleeping bag as I lay there, letting and savoring the feeling of him fucking me with steady rocking motions.
There was no way for him to reach under me to get my cock, but he took his time, letting out the softest and somehow most erotic grunt I’d ever heard when he bottomed out and pressed his hips firmly against my ass.
My heart was hammering in my chest as he stayed there, running a line of kisses as far down my back as he could reach and then back up to my neck, over my shoulders and back again.
The act was as soothing as the feel of his cock inside me was erotic.
I knew he was giving himself something to do so he didn’t grow antsy while he waited, and it was also a way to distract me from any potential discomfort.