He pushes my hand away and opens his legs, kicking his underwear down past his knees so he can pull me between his thighs.
The water trickles over us as we kiss and grind against each other. Nate is trying to pull my boxers off, the water making them cling to my skin, and I’m not helping him.
“Please,” he says. “Evan, take these off, I need you to be naked.”
I stop long enough to pull my boxers down to my knees. “I knew you’d be fucking bossy.”
He lets out a breath of a laugh.
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
Nate grips my ass while I grind against him. We need lube. Nate deserves a bed, someone better than me. But that selfish part of my brain that wants this more than anything won’t stop. Not unless he asks me to. And he’s definitely not doing that.
If anything, he’s pulling me closer with his legs while he digs his fingers into my ass-cheeks.
I take my hand back and lick the palm before I slide it between our bodies and take Nate in my grip again. He goesstiff as I pump his cock. He throws his head back, closing his eyes. His mouth open as he pants in time to my movements. I watch him. His fucking beautiful face. Trusting me.
Pre-cum beads on his slit and I use my thumb to smear it down his shaft. He moans, eyes shooting open on a gasp, and I was right. He looks surprised the second before he shoots his load all over us, eyes rolling back in his head.
My heart pounds as I milk the last of it from him, resisting the urge to slide down his body and lick him clean.
He looks at me, all Bambi eyes again. Vulnerable and on display. Trusting. So fucking stupidly trusting.
“Okay?”
He nods, licks his lips and smiles. His hand sliding down my stomach before I pull away. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
But I’ve turned away from him now, pulling my boxers up with the hand that isn’t covered in Nate’s cum.
“Evan, I-”
He stops talking as I wash him off. Being gentler with him than I’ve ever been with anyone I’ve fucked. I can’t look at him as I wash cum from his belly, but I can feel his eyes on me as I do it and my face flushes hot the whole time.
I wait for the moment of regret as we slip back into our clothes. The shame. But it doesn’t come.
“If you don’t get in my car, I’m gonna be really mad,” he says.
“Fine, I’ll get in your car. But only if you promise not to play that emo shit.”
He tuts. “I thought you liked that emo shit.”
“Since when?”
He smiles, shaking his head.
The car still smells like pine trees, and after a while, our bodies. Salt water and Nate’ssweat and cum.
My cock is still hard under my damp underwear, but I’m not frustrated. I don’t need to take care of it. Not yet. I can’t stop looking at my hand. Thinking about Nate spilling through my fingers. His face when he came. When I made him come.
The lights are off when we reach the house. He stops the car and puts his hand on my knee when I try to get out.
“Wait.”
“Don’t worry,” I say before he can say anything to ruin it. “We’re cool.”
He swallows and nods. “Okay.”
