I push down my shorts and underwear, then walk up to him, snuggling in against him. He snakes his long arm down my back and palms my ass.
“You fit so perfectly against me.”
I tilt my chin, accepting his kiss before following him down the path to the creek. We carefully make our way to the middle and sink in, the water covering our shoulders. I tip back, letting the creek wash over me, wetting my hair and beard, washing away the sweat and grime. He does the same, and…wow.
Javier on dry land is devastatingly handsome. Javier in the water, looking at me with a fiery passion in his eyes…well…I don’t think I’ve ever been with somebody so beautiful.
With a broad hand, he pushes my hair off my face and rakes his blunt fingers through my beard before pulling me into a kiss. He tastes like fresh water and sunshine. Our cocks touch as he hoists me up, tapping my thighs, and I follow his request, wrapping my legs around his middle.
The cool water makes my ass chilly and keeps us soft, but kissing him keeps my front warm. The combination of textures, temperatures, and sensations gives everything a dreamlike quality.
“Why is making out with you so good?”
He hums, thinking about it. “We’re both good kissers. Very, very good kissers,” he assures me, plucking at my lower lip. “You’ve got soft, plush lips hidden by all this beard, so it’s a surprise when you come in for a kiss.”
“You calling me scraggly?”
He laughs, nodding. “A little bit.”
“Want to help me clean it up?”
“I would love to.” His eyes drift to my lips, to my shoulders. “I should clarify, however, that I also like you a little scruffy. So don’t feel like you have to do this to get my attention. You already have it.”
I disentangle myself from him and stand in the water, holding out my hand. He takes it, and we carefully make our way back up to the trailer.
Leading him past the small living area and kitchen, I open the two doors in the small hallway, one to the world’s tiniest bathroom and the other to the world’s tiniest shower.
He whistles under his breath. “This is beautifully renovated but so damn small.”
“One thing at a time,” I say, grinning.
We take turns in the shower closet, leaving the door open so the other can take advantage. Javier manages to keep his hands busy in the best way while I soap up and shampoo. I do the same when it’s his turn, playing with his foreskin, loving how his cock looks when it’s half-chubbed but not yet hard.
I grab my shaving kit, and he follows me back to the living area, where I pull out the fold-away table and set out the supplies.
He whistles at the clippers and the straight razor. “This is a very high-quality set. I’m surprised you don’t use it more.”
I shrug. “I’ve been busy. Haven’t exactly been taking time for myself.”
He clicks his tongue at me. “You should always take time to care for yourself.”
“Honestly, I’ve been hesitant to do it myself after the last shaving tragedy.”
“Hm. Understandable, I suppose. Do you trust me to do a good job?”
I smile, my shoulders creeping up. “Yeah, I do.”
“Ay, Dios…let’s get started while I still have some self-control.”
He kisses my hand again, then uses the clippers to take down the sides of my beard. I take a deep breath when he pulls out the very sharp shears to refine the shape, but when he pulls out the straight razor, I hold up my hands.
“Do you know what you’re doing with that?”
He lowers his chin as if to hide how much he’s laughing at me.
“Shut up,” I grump, crossing my arms. “You know blood makes me faint.”
Javier’s trembling shoulders still and he sets down the razor. He cups my jaw as his expression softens.
