Epilogue #2
Just then a small sliver of green and blue neon pierces the sky and Jace jerks up.
“Holy shit, do you see that?”
Suddenly, red and pink undertones slice through the dark sky, the colors blending like ocean waves in a kaleidoscope of shades I’ve never seen before.
“Oh, wow,” I lean forward, “that’s absolutely breathtaking.”
The curtain of green and pink hues decorate the sky and I think it might be the most miraculous experience I’ve ever had. Jace sits in awe with me and, even though he’ll probably never admit it, the entire hike and tiny overnight hut is worth every minute of what we’re witnessing.
The lights are so brilliant and all-consuming I feel like I could reach up and touch them.
Tank was right, this is the best view in Alaska, and I’m with my favorite guy, it really doesn’t get much better than this.
I’m not sure what it is about unexplained natural phenomenons like the Northern Lights, or perhaps, it’s just our obsession with each other. But, it’s no surprise that we’re ending the night in a miniature house, on a tiny make-shift bed, naked, rolling around with each other.
There’s something about the neon sky that brought out a bit more passion in our wilderness bang session.
Perhaps because we’re all alone with no one around we’re louder than usual or sharing a space with the animals brings that feral need out in us. But, I swear I’ve never heard the kind of sounds that are coming from Jace, and like aurora borealis, they will never get old.
“That’s it, baby, tell me how much you love my cock.” The metal frame creaks as I piston my hips harder into him. I curl my fingers around his shaft, thick and hard between us, as I begin to stroke him at the same pace as the punishing tempo of my thrusting.
“Mmmmf. Fuck. Lennox.”
My name on his lips is another thing that will fucking never get old.
“I’m so close,” Jace grits out a series of moans and groans reaching deep guttural levels. They’re mixed with his gorgeous, addictive whimpers that make all the blood rush to my cock.
I roll my palm over his swollen crown, gathering up the precum leaking from the tip then swipe it down his shaft as I pull and tug harder pushing him over the edge.
His cock pulses in my hand, cum squirts on his chest, all over my hand and the sight is my fucking undoing.
I grunt through my orgasm, continuing the same pace, draining him as I pour my own release inside of him.
I’m wrecked and my body fails me entirely as I fall on top of Jace’s drenched chest.
“Ah, bloody hell. We don’t have a shower.”
“Oh, fuck.” Jace sighs but still high on his orgasm so I don’t think it’s quite settled in yet, that he won’t even be able to wash properly.
“Worth it.” I singsong.
But I know my man and he’s going to hate not being clean.
I finally tear myself away from him, grab a washcloth and pour water from the IBC tote that Tank supplied us with. There’s no temperature regulation so it’s a tad colder—okay a lot colder—than comfortable but I know he’ll prefer that over the mess.
“This is going to be a little cold,” I say as I press the cloth to his skin and wipe down his chest.
“Holy shit, what are you using, ice cubes?” He hisses, being super dramatic I might add.
“Would you rather be dirty?” I ask him, but I already know the answer.
He rolls his eyes, sucking air through his teeth as I go through with each swipe.
“Alright, you’re as clean as you’re going to get.” I toss his joggers at him as I grab my own and step into them.
The metal bedposts scrap against the floor and it vibrates underneath my feet, which is surprising for Jace because I’m usually the heavy-footed one.
“What are you, me?” I glance over my shoulder to see that he’s slipped on his joggers but he’s still laying in bed.
“You felt that too, right?”
Then again, another vibration shakes through the floor and Jace props himself up on his elbows, as his eyes bounce around the room.
“What is that? Is that a bloody earthquake?” I ask, as a longer and more predominant tremor shakes the hut.
Suddenly, two sharp thumps against the front door and I startle, jumping turning toward the door as Tank's voice yells from behind it. “Open up. Let me in.”
My eyes widen and I snap a look over at Jace. “Did he seriously shake the ground walking here?” I whisper at him and he chuckles as he shrugs.
“Open up, mates.” Tank bangs his fist against the door, his tone a little more frantic now.
I stride forward urgently, wrapping my hand around the knob and swinging the door open.
“The tectonic plates have literally shifted because of your walk, mate.” His eyebrows pinch in confusion as he steps into the hut that feels massively smaller now with three men—well, three and a half counting Tank—standing in it.
“That wasn’t me. That’s the moose,” he turns and points to the tree lined landscape where there is indeed a larger than life Alaskan moose. “They’re responding to that mating call. You didn’t hear it? It was bloody loud as fuck.”
I slap my palm over my mouth as I side-eye a look at Jace. His mouth is dropped open, his cheeks pink and not from the cold.
“Normally they’re not so bad but the bulls get very territorial when tracking a cow. I couldn’t stay in my tent.” Tank says, peering out the door, looking side-to-side. “Sometimes more than one comes and they fight. It’s brutal.”
I snort out a laugh, my entire body vibrating as I attempt to hold back my laughter.
Tank turns around, glaring at me because clearly I’m immature and not taking this seriously, but as he takes in my hysteria and glances over at Jace whose head is dropped into his palms, with a horrified expression, he knows.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That was you?” It takes approximately three-point-five seconds until me and Tank are cry-laughing, both in stitches, and Jace is rolling his eyes telling us to shut up.
“I hope you’re ready, because that one,” Tank hikes his thumb over his shoulder, “is a seven-footer and he’s looking to mate.”
I cackle even louder and Tank shushes me then quietly closes the door. He takes a step over and peers out the tiny window then turns back pressing his finger to his mouth. “He’s headed this way.”
Jace’s eyes saucer as the moose antlers rub up against the side of the hut, grazing the wood with his monstrous rack. The scraping moves along to the back then he rams into the corner where Jace sits.
“Looks like he found you,” I say, my voice choking with laughter. Tanks snorts into his forearm trying to keep himself quiet.
“Shut up,” Jace threatens in a whisper, as the moose grunts and snorts into the wall.
It takes a solid five minutes for him to finally give up his chase. Tank waves us over to the window as he starts to walk away and, bloody hell, it’s the largest animal I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Now…” I point to the wild animal that’s not a deer. “That’s a moose.”
Jace just shakes his head, annoyed, as he slides off the bed and peers over my shoulder, finally getting a glimpse of it.
After it’s a good distance away, I crack open the door and Jace peeks through, wide-eyed, as he watches it retreat. I take a moment to snap a picture of him standing in the doorway with the beast of an animal in the background.
I post the image to my social share account and tag him with a simple statement for the world to see.
A moose and my Moose.