Vampire’s Mate Camping Short #4
Eric’s dick plumped up at that, even as he flushed and gave Jay an apologetic glance. “I guess we’ll be, um, moving locations.”
But Jay didn’t look put out. “This is the best night ever,” he declared with a happy sigh, turning to run back to Alexei at the campfire.
Wolfe picked the tent off the ground. “Grab our bag, will you, darling?”
Eric ran for their bag before following Wolfe down a path through the woods.
It was kind of a silly sight, Wolfe carrying a completely put-together tent, but he treated it like just another accessory, never stumbling or crashing into any trees.
They ended up next to a pond, one Eric assumed he’d be fishing at the next day.
“Convenient.”
“Quite.” Wolfe placed the tent on a flat patch of grass. “Hand me the bag, if you will.”
Eric did, taking a moment to look up at the stars. There was a heavy moon, so there weren’t as many shining brightly as there could have been, but it was still unbelievably beautiful. There was something to be said for the outdoors when the sky looked like this.
By the time he looked back, Wolfe had laid out what looked a lot like a picnic blanket on the grass by the pond.
“Are we eating?” Eric asked. He wasn’t exactly surprised; trust Wolfe to have packed some post-s’mores selection of fruits and cheeses.
Wolfe’s cheekbones were sharp as blades in the moonlight. “No. I’d like you naked.”
Eric blinked at him. “You’re usually smoother with your seduction than this.”
“As if you need seducing, pet.” Wolfe’s lips curled in a feline smile. “This is just for me. A little art project.”
Eric debated the merits of protesting just to be petty—it wasn’t like he had any real objection to stripping his clothes off whenever and wherever Wolfe wanted—but he was still too relaxed from the mix of liquor and camaraderie at the campfire to bother.
So he stripped, lying down on the blanket as directed.
“Arms over your head,” Wolfe instructed. “Bend your left knee. Perfect.” His gaze roamed hungrily as he looked Eric over like a prized possession. “So beautiful in the moonlight.”
He started taking pictures on his phone.
Eric raised his brows. “Um. What if I object to you having naked photos of me on your phone?”
“Then you should have objected long ago,” Wolfe said easily.
Eric let out a shocked laugh. “You take a lot of naked photos of me?”
“You hadn’t noticed?” Wolfe paused, peering at Eric over his phone. “Do you object?”
Eric shrugged. “Go for it.” He took the opportunity to look up at the stars, noticing absently that his cock was hardening, just from the knowledge that Wolfe was watching him. “Is this why you agreed to this? So you could stage me like some sort of art installation.”
“Yes.” There wasn’t a bit of shame in Wolfe’s response. “And because, if I refused, you’d go without me.”
Eric tilted his chin to see him swiping through some of the photos he’d taken.
“I may have a painting commissioned.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re stunning.”
Eric laughed, loose and happy. Jay was right: this was the best night ever. He had real friends. He had a belly full of tequila. He had his strange, obsessive mate. What more could a guy ask for?
“Onto your stomach, pet.”
Eric turned, resting his head on his folded arms, drawing a knee up to get comfortable. Wolfe could take as many pictures as he liked; it wasn’t like the possessive bastard was ever actually going to let anyone else see them.
He lay there for some minutes, relaxed and content. He startled when he felt hands on his ass, separating his cheeks. The warm wetness of a tongue followed, a long stripe down his cleft. “Oh fuck.”
Wolfe hummed against his skin. “Do you think you can keep your moans quiet, darling?”
“You like when I’m loud,” Eric grumbled, widening his legs.
But he did his best to keep quiet, muffling his whimpers and moans in his folded arms as Wolfe opened him up with his tongue. He was a writhing mess by the time Wolfe slid into him, and this time a moan did escape, low and tremulous. “Fuck.”
Wolfe’s arms came down to bracket Eric’s head, and he began to fuck him in slow, rolling thrusts, completely unhurried.
It was torture. It was heaven. It was perfect.
“I love you,” Eric murmured on a gasp.
Wolfe paused his rhythm, and then he was turning Eric’s head to capture his mouth, plunging his tongue in and staking his claim. When he broke the kiss, amusement shone in his eyes. “It’s usually after sex when you get sentimental, pet.”
Eric pushed up with his hips, urging Wolfe to move again. “That’s because you’re usually such an animal I can’t get a thought through my brain.”
Wolfe held him still with a hand to his back. “Am I boring you with my pace?”
“No. This is perfect.” Eric caught his gaze. “I could come just like this.”
“Could you now?” A flash of red gleamed in Wolfe’s eyes.
Oh yeah. Eric knew that would do it. “Only if you move again,” he urged, letting a hint of a whine into his voice, pushing his hips back again.
Wolfe bit at his shoulder in censure, but then those rolling thrusts began again. Eric sank into the pleasure, and the build to his orgasm was just as sweet and lazy as the rest of it, a tingling that started in the base of his spine and spread throughout his body.
“Oh fuck. I am. I’m going to come like this,” he whispered, doing his best to keep his voice down.
“Yes,” Wolfe hissed, methodically hitting that same sweet spot with every thrust. “Let me feel you clench around my cock, pet. I’ll fill you up. You need it, don’t you?”
Eric bit at his own arm as he came, fighting the urge to cry out as Wolfe picked up the pace immediately afterward, driving himself to his own finish.
“We ruined your picnic blanket,” Eric mused some minutes later, after Wolfe had tended to cleaning him up.
“It served its purpose.” Wolfe smacked Eric’s ass lightly. “Come to our blow-up bed, darling.”
“Beloved,” Eric insisted, letting Wolfe pull him up.
“Come to our blow-up bed, beloved.”
They woke to the pale morning light cresting over their tent, and the bizarre sound of applause.
Eric rose on his forearms, blinking bleary eyes. “Why is everyone clapping outside our tent?”
Wolfe’s arm tightened around his middle. “Perhaps they heard our performance last night after all?”
Eric rolled his eyes and squirmed out of Wolfe’s hold, unzipping the tent to find everyone standing at the edge of the pond, watching Jay paddle around in the water. “What’s the clapping for?” he asked, poking his head out.
“Jay learned to swim,” Alexei explained, looking proud as hell as he watched his mate. “He’s demonstrating.”
“Oh.” Eric gave a few claps of his own, watching Jay play in the water. He didn’t seem to be using any discernible stroke, just twisting and floating and somehow traveling from one side of the pond to the other. But yeah, he wasn’t drowning, so there was that.
Eric turned back to Wolfe. “Sometimes I think we’re not very good vampires,” he murmured. Like, shouldn’t they be having blood raves or creepy sex dungeon parties or something else appropriately gothic? Not cavorting in nature and applauding each other’s milestones?
Wolfe made a humming sound that sounded a bit too much like agreement.
Eric narrowed his eyes. “Do you think I’m a good vampire?”
“You’re perfect,” Wolfe insisted, sitting up and digging through their bag. “Your friends, on the other hand…”
“You know, the fanged otter everyone’s applauding right now is your friend, actually.”
Wolfe pulled out a shirt, tossing it on and buttoning up the most casual item Eric had ever seen him in outside the home, a linen-looking short-sleeved number. It was weirdly risqué, his bare arms out for the world to see. They were really nice arms too, perfect for holding Eric in place while he—
“Are you going to come fish, Eric?” Jay called out, pulling Eric from the pervy path of his thoughts.
Eric poked his head back out of the tent. “Um, when you’re done swimming.” He didn’t have the heart to tell the little vampire his splashing had probably scared away all the fish, but Alexei shot him a grateful smile, like he knew he’d restrained himself.
Eric stretched, assessing himself. No headache, no nausea, no other signs of an imminent hangover. A vampire metabolism was pretty okay, sometimes. “Let’s grab the tackle from the car anyway,” he said to Wolfe.
He did fish in the end, once Jay had had his fill of playing in the pond and he and the others returned to the campsite. It was impossible to resist, with the soft morning light, and Wolfe parked happily in a camping chair on the shore, watching Eric with unblinking eyes.
“You don’t even want a book or anything?” Eric asked him for the tenth time, just to be sure.
“I’m content as I am.”
“You’ve really got it bad for me, don’t you?” Eric teased, smiling when Wolfe didn’t correct him.
Eric was happily surprised when he caught a decent-sized one, and he made Wolfe walk back to the clearing with him to show it off.
“What do you all think?” he asked, feeling suddenly shy showing off something so silly, but he was awarded with his own smattering of applause that made his cheeks heat. “We’ll go gut it and then we can all taste a little baked fish for breakfast?”
Jay looked up from the little camping table he was at, battling Danny at cards. “Gut it? Do we have to? Can’t we put it back?”
Eric glanced at the clearly dead fish he was holding. “Um, it’s a little late for that. Sorry.”
Soren shot him a surprisingly kind look of reassurance before turning to Jay. “Jaybird, where do you think the bacon Alexei makes for you comes from?”
Jay bit at his lip. “The store.”
“And before that?”
Jay huffed at him. “I’m not stupid. I grew up on a farm. It’s just—”
“It died humanely, I promise,” Eric broke in, not wanting to start an argument.
“Okay.” Jay didn’t look fully convinced. “I’m going to have s’mores for breakfast though.”