The rain had stopped, and he could hear birdsong through the tent flap, sense the warmth of the sun on canvas. He also sensed Cal stirring in his arms, coming awake.
But instead of Cal sliding out of bed, getting dressed, and heading to breakfast, urging Zeke to join him, he slid his hands from Zeke’s waist to between his legs.
Slender fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, and for a breathless moment, Cal paused.
Zeke realized Cal was asking permission whether to continue or stop. The sensations in his body felt new and everything felt sweet and his breath picked up and his head tipped back and his soul saidPlease, please, please.
Cal did. His fingers were slow, tight and slow, soft then stern, and quite magical. Before any of this, before Cal, when he’d had sex, he’d taken off his clothes and gotten down to business. It had been nothing like this, bold and a little shy, sweet all the way around, the way Cal touched him and stroked him and whispered kisses against his mouth.
It was worshipful and playful at the same time. Zeke absorbed every second of it, from the tickle of Cal’s fingers across the head of his cock, to the tease across his balls, that tightened hard against his body, centering him to a single spot inside of him, which, when he came, expanded to surround him in a warm, loving blackness.
When the blackness cleared, there was Cal, looking at him, and his sleep-glazed eyes had a mischievous glint in them.
“That’s a way to wake up,” said Zeke, his voice rough. “The best way I’ve ever known.”
“Glad to hear it.” Cal leaned on his elbow and swirled his fingers in the sparse hair on Zeke’s chest. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“I am.” Zeke rolled to face Cal, adjusting the waistband of his briefs, tugging the sheet up, out of reflex, it seemed, an instinct to keep Cal warm against the slight chill of the morning breeze coming in through the partly opened tent flap. Moths flew to the top of the zipper.
“Sorry about that,” said Cal. “I was trying to be quiet and the zipper just sounded so loud.”
“Any time, Cal,” said Zeke, his throat tight at the power of those words. “You wake me any time.”
“You want to try?” asked Cal, with a quick little tug on those chest hairs, sending shivers up and down his body.
For a moment, Zeke paused, his mind catching up with what Cal was asking about. Then Cal took Zeke’s hand and placed it on his groin.
Yes, reciprocity in bed was important, but this felt a little different than it usually did. Still. This wasn’t just any man, it was Cal.
“What would you like?” asked Zeke, pushing his hand against the stiff warmth of Cal’s cock, which pulsed in eagerness beneath the thin cotton of Cal’s briefs.
“Whatever you like,” said Cal with a laugh. Then he explained. “That’s from a movie. Eddie Murphy, I think.”
“I like—” Zeke stopped, then curled his fingers around Cal’s cock, stretching the cotton, feeling the warmth. Inhaling Cal’s scent. “Guess I never thought about it, out loud like this.”
Cal ducked his chin, looking up at Zeke through his lashes.
He was impossible to resist, and Zeke didn’t want to. Cal smelled good, and he felt good under Zeke’s hands, and Zeke found himself ducking down, leaving a quick kiss next to Cal’s belly button.
“Can I do this?”
“Why, yes you can,” said Cal with a small laugh. “I’m never going to say no to that.”
Zeke felt like miles of a fool, fumbling with that strip of elastic, wondering where his hands should go, and how he should start.
Just start, that was always the best way. So Zeke did, nuzzling low, inhaling Cal’s scent, laughing at himself for being brave and scared at the same time.
Being careful of the sore places on Cal’s body, he left kisses as he went, curling his fingers into the hair below Cal’s belly button, kissing him all the way down.
It felt rather like the point of no return—like a turn-back-now-or-never moment—but when Cal shifted beneath him, Zeke heard a low sigh. Perhaps made in anticipation, Cal’s body settling into the pleasure to come.
Zeke knew he never wanted to go back from this, so he ducked down and licked the head of Cal’s cock, heart hammering as he got the first taste of a man’s body, of Cal’s body.
It was good, all very good, so he went all in, giving the length of Cal’s cock a long lick. And yes, his hand shook as he stroked long and slow, but then he steadied into it, especially after Cal sighed again, deep and slow, as if the ripples of pleasure he was feeling were simply too much to resist.
“Yes?” asked Zeke, even as he moistened his mouth, prepared to fully go down on Cal.
“Always good,” said Cal, husky and low. “Always.”
