The sound of their slapping skin filled the tent, overtaken only by the rough breaths that pushed out of Thomas’s mouth and into his ear. Ben whimpered and moaned, his exhale turning into one long sigh as the head of Thomas’s cock dragged its way against his prostate. His cock was fully hard again, and he reached between their stomachs to jack himself toward another orgasm.
Ben came with Thomas’s name in his mouth and Thomas’s fingers in his hair, and Thomas followed shortly after, fucking into Ben so deeply he lifted them both off the bed. They tumbled onto the floor, the tight pile of the rugs abrading against his spine while Thomas fucked the rest of the cum from his balls with a strangled—yet powerful—grunt. He fell forward, one hand on either side of Ben’s head, sweat dripping from his temples onto the rug.
“I’m spent, birthday boy,” Ben murmured, shoving Thomas’s hair away from his forehead.
Thomas’s chest heaved with a silent laugh and he slowly eased out of Ben’s body, flopping down beside him on the rug with a forearm slung over his eyes.
“A nice way to wake up,” Thomas said quietly.
Ben made a noise of agreement, his eyes closed. Absentmindedly, he reached for Thomas, his fingertips tracing slow circles over the angles of his hip and the slope of his stomach.
“Does it bother you I’m not as fit as you?” Thomas asked.
“I’ve never even noticed.”
“Don’t lie.”
Ben snorted, turning onto his side to better reach Thomas’s body. “I’m not interested in fucking myself. I’m interested in fucking you.”
Thomas slid his arm down, letting one eye pop open, his expression doubtful. “Then you’re really missing out. You’re a great lay.”
He rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that. But seriously, you’re really hot, Thomas. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Attractive. All of the words, they’re yours.”
Thomas covered his eyes again, face flushing darker than before. “I don’t think anyone has called me beautiful before.”
“That’s why you’re divorced.”
“I am divorced, aren’t I?”
“Happy divorce day?” He wasn’t trying to make light of it, but Ben knew the day was something Thomas had been looking forward to and it deserved whatever kind of attention he wanted it to have.
“Happy divorce day,” Thomas repeated, letting his arm fall down between them. Ben tangled their fingers together, studying Thomas’s profile. He was all of the words Ben had used to describe him and more. So much of all of them, in fact, that if he stared too long, Thomas took his breath away. “Did you have any plans for us?”
“Just being with you. There’s a hot tub down the path a little ways if you wanted to drink some champagne and soak in the bubbles.”
“That sounds relaxing.”
“That’s the point.”
“Are there other amenities?”
Ben chuckled and pushed himself up, resting his back against the side of the bed. “I think you’ve seen the best parts of what the campground has to offer.”
“Is it you?” Thomas rolled onto his side and propped himself up on a bent arm.
“The main attraction,” he confirmed.
“A weekend well spent.” Thomas sat up and stretched his arms above his head. “This is already the best birthday I’ve had in years.”
“That’s kind of sad.”
Thomas stood, rolling out his shoulders and his neck, leaving his red and half-hard cock at eye-level. Ben lightly touched his palms against Thomas’s thighs, not in a sexual way, just a…search for connection. He felt better when Thomas was around and even more so when they were touching.
“It helps me to appreciate you more.” Thomas held a hand down to him, and Ben used it to help stand. “I’m well aware how lucky I am to have you.”
Ben made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat and flung his arms around Thomas’s shoulders. “I’m lucky.”
“Honestly, Ben.” Thomas grabbed his face and held him, the eye contact sharp and focused. “I am lucky that it was you.”
