Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Mylo
MYLO APPLAUDED AS ELIJAH finished his story, starting slow and rapidly gaining steam. Elijah was hanging his head, but that couldn’t hide the furious blush lighting his face. Mylo should have left it at that, but it was just too much fun flustering the guy who was supposed to be the steady, experienced hand of the group.
“Good job, old man,” Mylo said. “Didn’t know you had that in you. Literally, I guess.”
“He’s not old,” Ty said at the same time that Elijah grumbled, “Please shut up.”
“I’ll shut up,” Mylo said. “I’m just impressed, okay?”
Elijah groaned.
“This is a positive,” Mylo said. “I would have thought you were too uptight for something that adventurous. I’m glad Ty’s getting you out of your shell.”
“I’m going to bed,” Elijah said to his shoes.
Ty patted his thigh. Elijah stayed put on the log he was sitting on.
Mylo nearly had to bite his tongue to keep from goading the guy more. He could have gone on. Oh, he could have gone on a lot. But this was only the start of the trip. As much as Mylo loved stirring up shit, he knew when to pace himself. Mylo let the game resume, confident this little anecdote would keep him entertained for the rest of the week.
The questions turned less fraught as the energy in the group sagged. It had been a long day of traveling and climbing, and they still had several days ahead of them. Mylo “won,” or lost, depending on how you looked at it. He was the first person to have no fingers left to put down, having done, apparently, more crazy shit than the rest of the group. That seemed to come as no surprise to the others, but what was a bit more surprising was quiet, introverted Finn running out of fingers next. Boy, did they have a lot to teach Jude, who still had many fingers he hadn’t put down yet.
Ty and Elijah were relatively in sync, which was kind of adorable the longer Mylo thought about it. Mylo hadn’t been the most social of climbers on the professional scene, so he didn’t know Ty and Jude as well as he probably should have, even though they’d all been on Team USA last season. Still, even he could tell that Ty was bringing out the best in his reclusive partner. Elijah had a bit of a reputation for being uptight and reserved, but that seemed to fall away around Ty.
It wasn’t just that story about the plug, either. As they all sat around the fire finishing their drinks and the game, Elijah’s shoulders relaxed. He smiled more often and more easily. He laughed at the salacious stories going around the group, and even added a couple more tidbits himself.
By the time everyone was gathering up their empty beer bottles and preparing to sleep, any embarrassment Mylo had caused Elijah seemed to be forgotten. They cleaned up the campsite, packed away any food that could lure in curious critters, and retreated to their respective tents.
Lukas was already lying on his sleeping pad by the time Mylo crawled in to join him. His eyes were closed, his hands folded on his chest as he breathed deeply.
“Hey, you better not be asleep already,” Mylo said.
“Nnn,” Lukas grumbled.
“Come on, don’t be lame,” Mylo said.
“I am not being lame,” Lukas said. “I am being jet lagged and exhausted.”
Mylo muttered, but he couldn’t really argue with that. Now that he’d stopped moving, the time difference was hitting him hard. Had that quick little fuck that almost made them late for their taxi really happened this morning? Technically, more than a full day’s worth of hours had passed, but since Mylo hadn’t gotten more than an uncomfortable airplane nap since leaving the apartment this morning, it all felt like the same very, very long day.
Even so, excitement yet tingled in Mylo’s body while he tried to get his sleeping pad and blankets set up. Even in summer, the nights got cold out here, the temperature dropping steeply the moment the sun set. Mylo used that as an excuse to snuggle up close to Lukas, their sleeping pads touching and blankets overlapping.
Mylo squirmed closer and closer until Lukas finally unfolded his arms. Mylo smiled in victory, then wriggled up against Lukas’s side, setting his head on Lukas’s chest. Lukas wrapped an arm around Mylo, fully surrendering to the demand for cuddles.
“It was a fun day,” Mylo said.
“And a long one,” Lukas said, the implication clear.
Mylo chose to ignore that. “I can’t believe Elijah actually wore a butt plug to a comp.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“I’m not… Okay, I wasn’t, but now you’re giving me ideas about having ideas. How hard do you think it is to climb with a butt plug in?”
“Absolutely never finding out.”
“I’ll let you hold the controller the first time.”
Lukas chuckled, the sound rich and deep with Mylo’s ear against his chest.
Mylo grew bold, throwing his leg over Lukas’s waist and shimmying as close as he could against Lukas’s side.
“Do you never get tired?” Lukas said.
“Not when I’m in bed with you,” Mylo said.
“This isn’t even a bed,” Lukas said.
“Camping pads totally count as a bed. Think we can make them squeak?”
He shifted his hips to demonstrate. The inflated pad under him gave a little squeal of escaping air, but mostly held firm.
Lukas’s deep laugh rumbled under Mylo again. “They are going to hear you and make assumptions.”
“So?” Mylo said. “They probably already made assumptions after that game, which I won, by the way. You know what that means?”
“You have no self-control?” Lukas said.
“No,” Mylo said. “It means I’m super fun and interesting and adventurous and you have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Do I now?”
“You do. And I suggest we start w—”
Before Mylo could finish that dirty, filthy thought, Lukas moved, throwing him onto his back. Mylo blinked. Suddenly, he was looking up at Lukas perching on all fours above him, their rumpled blankets hanging askew off him.
Mylo gasped with excitement, any lingering thought of jet lag vanishing. Lukas wore only some light boxers, leaving his broad, hair-strewn chest on full display for Mylo to admire. Mylo wanted to reach up and skim his fingers through that dark, coarse hair, wanted to squeeze Lukas’s strong pecs, wanted to crane his neck up and take a nipple between his teeth to tug and tease.
But Lukas had other ideas.
He chuckled softly to himself as though he could read every horny thought flickering through Mylo’s mind.
“Sleep,” Lukas said. “It has been a long, long, long day. I am too exhausted to deal with whatever you are thinking about right now.”
“I could just ride you,” Mylo said. “You wouldn’t have to do anything. Or I could blow you. Just lay back and enjoy, baby. I’ve totally got this.”
Temptation lit Lukas’s eyes. A flash of hope burned through Mylo. They both knew Mylo would do it, both knew he’d enjoy it, too. He would treat Lukas’s perfect body like his personal playground, and they’d both benefit from it.
Lukas hesitated too long. Mylo reached up, squeezing his chest, enjoying the way those muscular pecs barely fit in his hands. He pushed, and Lukas eased off, lying back down on his camping pad. Mylo climbed right on top of him, straddling his waist, rolling his hips deliberately. Lukas was definitely responding, a fact he couldn’t hide from Mylo in this position.
Mylo lowered his head to hide his smirk, kissing along Lukas’s neck before returning to his beautiful chest. Lukas was starting to shift and respond beneath him, a hand going to Mylo’s blue hair. But Mylo had been serious — Lukas didn’t have to do a damn thing, and Mylo would have a grand time playing with his body and getting them both off.
Lukas groaned as Mylo flicked his tongue at a nipple. His hand tightened in Mylo’s hair.
“Be quick,” Lukas said.
Mylo couldn’t tell if he issued the warning because he was that tired or that turned on, nor did he particularly care. After playing that game all night, Mylo was primed and ready to get to work filling his mouth with Lukas’s nice, thick cock. If he managed to touch himself during the process, he’d consider it a bonus, but he loved having that weight plunging down his throat so much that it hardly made a difference. He’d wring quiet, strangled moans out of Lukas, undo him one bob of his head at a time, and reap the reward when Lukas came down his throat.
Fuck. Now Mylo had himself way too worked up. He removed his lips from Lukas’s chest with a wet pop, then shifted downward and pulled at Lukas’s boxers. He sprang free, big and heavy and engorged with desire.
Mylo licked his lips, taking in the buffet awaiting his mouth. But before he could sink down, a sound interrupted the night, one quiet, long moan.
It didn’t come from Lukas.
Mylo shot a startled look up at Lukas, who seemed just as surprised. They both paused, hard and aching but barely breathing.
A second moan wound through the quiet night. And Mylo could have sworn it came from a different direction than the first.
They were not the only ones still awake. Far from it. If Mylo had to guess, he’d say this was about to be a very eventful night.
“Wouldn’t want to get left behind,” he said.
Then he lowered onto the beautiful cock waiting for his attention.