Vampire’s Mate Camping Short
VAMPIRE’S MATE CAMPING SHORT
Soren
Soren grimaced as he watched an alarming number of trees pass by the car window. “Just so you know, we will not be having sex this trip.”
Gabe’s answering sigh was soft but unmistakable. “Yes, brat, you’ve told me about a hundred times already.”
Soren huffed, lifting his hand to the window to study his nails critically. His manicure from last week was still looking fresh, and if this stupid camping trip mucked it up, he was going to lose it. “I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea, Highness.”
Even looking away, Soren could feel Gabe’s eye roll.
He let it slide for the moment. Mostly because he had to keep his gaze out the window.
Gabe was looking too damn good, and it was Soren who needed the reminder that nothing untoward would be happening this trip.
Because Gabe had his hair held back by one of those sexy little headbands, and he was wearing one of those muscle tanks that let little peeks of nipple show.
It should be illegal to wear a shirt like that when they were going out into the filthy woods, where tempting sightings of Gabe’s bits wouldn’t do them any good.
Illegal.
Soren crossed and uncrossed his legs, adjusting the fanny pack he’d tossed his phone and a few other supplies in, trying to ignore the blood that kept wanting to rush to his cock. It was like the multiple orgasms he’d had only that morning hadn’t even happened.
Damn Gabe’s stupid nipples.
“You know, we’ve fucked in the woods before.”
It was Soren’s turn to roll his eyes. “That was a special occasion, never to be repeated.” Still, he had to fight to suppress his smirk.
There was nothing quite like vanquishing one’s enemy before getting dicked down by the man one loved.
Even if there had been trees involved. “I don’t know why we even said yes to this silly camping trip, anyway. ”
“You said yes because, as much as you love to be a total brat to yours truly, you’re incapable of breaking Jaybird’s heart,” Gabe pointed out. “And the little guy’s heart has been set on this trip for a long time.”
Soren didn’t dignify that bit of insight with a response.
He wasn’t incapable of saying no to Jay; he just…
didn’t like to, was all. It was a preference, not a compulsion.
Christ. “I don’t know why he wants us there, anyway.
You know he and Alexei just come out here to have wild, filthy sex in the dirt.
Last time they came back, I was picking twigs out of his hair for days. ”
“You don’t think—” Gabe broke off before finishing his sentence.
Soren finally glanced away from the window, ignoring the way his traitorous breath almost caught at the sight of him, his powerful hands on the steering wheel, his suntanned skin glowing in the morning light.
It was almost unfair having such a handsome mate.
Or it would be, if Soren weren’t equally divine. “Don’t think what?”
Gabe cleared his throat. “Has Jay ever asked you if you’ve taken part in an orgy?”
Soren stared, entranced by the sight of Gabe’s cheeks flushing.
He looked legitimately…nervous? Soren couldn’t help his snicker, the sound quickly giving way to an actual guffaw.
“Oh my God, Highness. You really think Alexei is going to let anyone else get his hands on his precious kotyonok?” He watched in fascination as Gabe’s shoulders visibly relaxed with his response.
“Highness. Please. You didn’t actually think Jay was luring us out here for a vampire orgy? ”
Gabe’s entire face was beet red now. Soren was tempted to take a photo, but he didn’t want to exit out of Gabe’s GPS. He was not getting them lost in the woods.
“It’s not like I thought you’d go for it,” Gabe mumbled. “Filthy nature all around and everything—but it’s so hard to say no to Jay when he gets going about something.”
“I trust you’d find the strength,” Soren answered dryly.
And if Gabe couldn’t, Soren sure as hell would. Alexei wasn’t the only one who didn’t want anyone else’s hands on his mate.
He glanced down at the GPS. “The turn’s coming up.”
Gabe followed his instructions, and they traveled down an unmarked dirt road for a distressing amount of time, the bumps making Soren grind his teeth. The things he did for friendship.
It was bad enough Jay was dragging them into the wilderness, but Soren was going to have to stay in an actual tent, rest his primped and primed body on some pathetic sleeping pad, for fuck’s sake. Was there anything more degrading? Anything more—
“What the fuck?”
Gabe’s exclamation echoed Soren’s own thoughts as they pulled into the large clearing.
There were all the trappings of a camping trip: a firepit, camping chairs, a little tent off to the side.
There was Alexei, nodding at their approach.
There was Jay, literally jumping up and down, waving and yelling their names.
And then there was an honest-to-God RV, one of those long metal ones that looked like a tin can had made a baby with a spaceship.
Soren kept his eyes on it as Gabe parked to the side, and they both made their way out of the car.
“You made it!” Jay cried, running up to them and looking dangerously close to clapping in delight.
Soren kept his distance, using Gabe’s body as a shield. Jay’s hands were already looking filthy—what had he been doing, digging for worms in the dirt?—and Soren was having none of it. He pointed to the RV. “What’s this, Jaybird?”
“Do you like it?” Jay asked, almost pulling off coy, if not for the delighted gleam in his gray eyes.
Soren pursed his lips, unwilling to part with his pissy mood just yet. “Is it for…us?”
“Yes! For you and Gabe.” Now Jay did clap, just the once. “But it’s only a rental. I wanted to buy it for you, but Alexei said maybe we should try to make it through a single camping trip successfully before jumping the gun?”
“What does Alexei know?” But Soren was having a hard time holding back his grin as he circled the thing.
He didn’t have to sleep on the ground, didn’t have to mess with nylon and mesh and zippered doors, didn’t have to breathe in the alarmingly fresh air while he tried to get his few required hours of beauty rest.
Jay beamed at him. “The others won’t be here for an hour at least, if you want to explore.”
Soren almost scoffed at that. Because explore what, exactly? The thing was going to be a glorified hallway with a bed at the end. But then he caught sight of Gabe doing some bro-shake thing with Alexei, that tank of his pulling up with the movement, his nipple peeking through.
Now Soren did grin, wide and maybe a bit manic. “What a great idea, Jaybird.” He grabbed Gabe’s hand, tugging it out of Alexei’s hold and pulling him to the RV’s door. “See you both in an hour.”
Soren could peripherally appreciate that inside, the RV was actually pretty damn adorable, with an actual couch and a real kitchen and darling vintage vibes, but the appreciation could really only go so far when he was laser-focused on dragging Gabe to the back, where a flimsy little door was the only thing separating him from his goal.
He pushed his way inside, taking a small moment to admire the (very real, very not a dingy sleeping mat on the ground) bed—and remind himself that Jay was getting another crocheted sweater as thanks, possibly even one with kittens on it—before he hauled his muscular mate forward, pushing him onto his back on said bed and straddling him immediately after.
He unclipped his fanny pack and tossed it to the side before tugging the straps of Gabe’s tank top inward, revealing both nipples to his appreciative gaze. “There,” he purred. “That’s better.”
Gabe stared up at him, looking adorably befuddled by his manhandling. “What is—I thought there wasn’t going to be any funny business on this trip.”
Soren ran his nails lightly down Gabe’s chest, watching goose bumps form, those taunting nipples hardening at his touch. “That was before we had a convenient bed at our disposal.”
“You know we’re still surrounded by nature, don’t you?” Gabe taunted, whispering the offending word like it was a secret.
Soren rubbed his clothed ass over Gabe’s crotch, delighting in the telltale firmness he felt underneath him. “Your dick doesn’t seem to care. You’re already getting hard for me, Highness.”
“I can’t help it,” Gabe whined, his hands grasping at Soren’s hips. “You’re just so beautiful, brat.”
Soren rewarded him with another little grind, feeling Gabe’s length harden further under his ass.
Gabe bit at his lower lip, his fingers tightening. “But you also know Alexei and Jay are still right outside, with their vampire hearing and all…”
Jay’s voice rang out immediately. “We’re not listening!”
Soren rolled his eyes. True, it wasn’t like Jay hadn’t accidentally heard them getting it on before, but Soren didn’t necessarily like knowing he was performing for an audience.
He twisted to yell in the general direction he’d left them in.
“Jaybird, why don’t you go search for a pond or something where Monroe can do some fishing? ”
“We already found one!”
“Why don’t you go check on it?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, trusting Alexei to sort this bit of auditory voyeurism out. He turned his full attention back to the man at his mercy, running his hands along Gabe’s bare shoulders.
Gabe smirked up at him. “So altruistic of you, thinking of Eric’s fishing at a time like this.”
“Wow. Four syllables.” Soren cocked a brow. “Really stretching your gray matter there, Highness.”
Gabe shot him a truly adorable scowl. “Once again, I’m a doctor, not a bimbo.”
“Technically, you’d be a ‘himbo,’” Soren corrected, squeezing at Gabe’s biceps. “Although, you don’t even qualify, I’m afraid. Himbos are nice.”
Gabe’s scowl only deepened. “I’m nice.”
“Only to people you don’t know. To everyone you care about, you’re a grumpy dick.”
“I’m nice to you.”