Chapter Five
Tyler woke up hard, horny, and very much alone.
Not even the cats were in his cabin. He thought he’d dreamed the entire night until he rolled over and got a whiff of Owen’s bodywash on his sheets.
Tyler pulled his bedding higher and inhaled deeply, catching the mingling of their preferred soaps and shared orgasms. He meant to check the time on his alarm clock but got distracted by the strips of photos on his bedside table instead.
Tyler bolted upright and turned on the lamp to look at them.
He smiled at the images in his hand as they immortalized each second to perfection.
The two of them started off hamming it up for the camera, smiling like it was any other day.
Then came Owen’s shock when he bumped into Tyler’s arousal.
The curiosity on Tyler’s face as he studied Owen’s reflection.
Then their first kiss when they stared into each other’s eyes.
It was impossible to say which of them was more surprised by Owen’s bold move before shock gave way to something so much hotter.
The camera captured Owen straddling him and Tyler’s hand disappearing under Owen’s shirt.
He could almost hear their hungry sighs and taste their mutual desire.
It was real, so damn beautiful, and Tyler couldn’t wait to do it all again.
That thought propelled him out of bed. As much as he wanted to hide away in the cabin all day, they had a light schedule of chores to do after breakfast. They could skip the meal and get their chores done that much earlier, but Tyler’s stomach growled an enthusiastic protest at the notion.
Okay, so breakfast was a must. He considered the whoopie pies he had saved for Owen but discounted them just as quickly.
They’d need protein and healthy carbs for the day ahead.
Tyler threw back the covers with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning who had a stack of presents waiting for him.
But he wasn’t a kid. Nothing about his deepest wishes was childlike, and unwrapping Owen was the greatest gift he’d ever received.
With that thought, he hurried into the bathroom to get his day started.
Ty brushed his teeth and tongue like it was an Olympic sport while he waited for the water to heat in the shower.
He planned to use his mouth a lot and wanted it to be minty fresh.
By the time he swished and spat his mouthwash, the water had reached the perfect temperature.
Tyler shoved his underwear down his legs and stepped beneath the spray.
He’d planned to take a quick shower, but all the memories from the previous night crowded into the tight space with him.
His soapy hands moved of their own volition, retracing the spots Owen had touched and brushing over places Tyler wanted him to explore next.
He slid his fingers between his ass cheeks and lightly skimmed them over his puckered entrance, pretending it was Owen’s hand instead of his own.
Tyler’s dick throbbed and pulsed until he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
He rinsed the soap from his hands and body before reaching for Splash Zone, the lubricant made for playing in the shower.
He slicked his hand and fisted his cock.
Placing one hand on the shower for support, Tyler stroked his erection while his mind replayed a kaleidoscope of memories behind his closed eyelids.
Touching himself felt good, but it was no substitute for the pleasure Owen had given him.
Tyler replayed the advice about figuring out what he wanted and let his imagination run wild.
Owen’s hands were everywhere in his fantasy, but Tyler’s fingers lingered between his ass cheeks the most. His pucker pulsed, drawing Tyler’s curiosity.
He lowered his hand from the wall and applied lube to those fingers too.
Tyler continued stroking his cock while he slid slick fingers along his ass crack.
Uncertainty made him hesitate when he reached the crinkled entrance again until he let his imagination carry him away.
Nerve endings he never knew existed came alive as he rubbed the lube around the rim.
A low moan escaped Tyler’s lips and momentarily jerked him out of his fantasy.
He’d been so enthralled that he almost fooled himself into believing Owen was the one touching him so intimately.
Tyler was too far gone to be embarrassed and resumed pleasuring himself—one hand shuttling back and forth over his cock and one finger tapping against his anus.
The friction made him crave more, and Tyler pushed the tip into his hole.
It burned a little, but that gave way to a delicious tingling and made him crave more.
The angle limited his penetration, but he worked his digit in and out those few inches as he jerked off.
Tyler fantasized about Owen’s dick stretching him open and sliding in deep.
That imagery hurdled him into a climax so hard that Tyler had to pull his finger from his ass to brace his hand against the shower wall.
He cried out when he came, thinking of Owen’s release splattering against his stomach.
Tyler never realized watching someone pleasuring themselves could be so sexy, and he sure as hell never fantasized about someone watching him jerk off.
But he really wished Owen had been there to talk dirty and kiss him as he climaxed.
Tyler turned on wobbly legs to put his back under the spray.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water wash over him as his heart and lungs settled into normal rhythms again.
The hot water tanks were too small to support long showers in the cabins, so the subtle drop in temperature spurred Tyler into action.
He quickly washed his face, hair, and the lube off his cock while he still had hot water left.
Tyler turned the faucet off in the nick of time and reached around the curtain for his towel.
He’d left Texas over seven years ago, but his chattering teeth proved he still hadn’t adjusted to the Colorado winters.
Snuggling all night long with Owen would go a long way to converting his opinions on frigid temperatures, snow, and ice.
Just thinking about it overheated his body to the point he’d embrace a cooler breeze.
He jerked back the shower curtain and heard movement on the other side of the bathroom door.
The hair stood up on the back of his neck, not from fear for his safety but from embarrassment over what his visitor had overheard.
Owen was the only person who would’ve let himself into Tyler’s cabin.
How long had he been there? Had he overheard Tyler jerking off?
He didn’t think he’d made a lot of noise, but it would only take one grunt or groan to give someone away.
Tyler recalled the fantasy that had made him come so hard.
He’d loved the idea of Owen watching him and spurring him on with his dirty mouth.
How much hotter would it be in reality? Tyler wrapped the towel around his waist without bothering to dry off and exited the bathroom.
Lucy and Ethel sprawled on his bed, bathing themselves like they did after every meal.
“Looks like the girls ate breakfast already,” Tyler said.
Owen sat on the couch with a half-eaten whoopie pie in one hand and his phone in the other.
Two cups of steaming coffee rested on the table in front of him.
“Yep. They were carrying on like they hadn’t eaten since birth, and I didn’t want them to wake you.
Sounds like you put the extra quiet time to good use.
” He looked up from his phone with a smirk on his face, but the smug expression faltered when he saw Tyler’s state of undress, and the whoopie pie fell forgotten to the sofa.
Owen raked a hungry midnight gaze over him from head to toe.
He swallowed hard when their eyes met again, and the little gesture gave Tyler a shot of confidence.
“Pity you didn’t return sooner,” he said, crossing the room to stand in front of the couch.
Owen’s hands opened and closed into fists, as if he were fighting off the urge to reach for Tyler.
His hesitation just wouldn’t do, so Tyler pushed harder.
“You could’ve been an active participant instead of just listening like a perv. ”
He whisked the towel from around his hips, then reached for his coffee like he was used to standing naked for his perusal.
It had never surprised him that Owen knew how to doctor his coffee to perfection until just then.
He’d taken the simple gesture for granted and worried their friendship had been too one-sided over the years.
He meant to question him until he noticed the ravenous expression on Owen’s face.
His hands were flat on his thighs, rhythmically rubbing the denim back and forth.
The slow and steady friction reminded Tyler of the way Owen’s hips had moved last night.
Tyler’s skin flushed all over, reducing the room temperature and modesty to insignificant things.
He set the coffee down before he dumped it all over himself and scalded something he desperately hoped to use later.
Owen sat up, bringing him closer to Tyler’s nude body but not close enough to touch. “May I?” he asked, holding his hand out for the towel.
Tyler silently handed it to him and waited with bated breath while Owen rose to his feet.
They stood close enough for Owen’s soft flannel and worn denim to rub against Tyler’s bare skin.
He’d never been as aware of his body as he was right then.
Every cell and hair follicle hummed with electricity, and he wanted…
everything. “It’s a new day, so can we make new rules? ”