I nibble on my bottom lip and nod. Iwasjust wishing for some muscle to keep me warm. I guess I should have been more specific… or maybe my subconscious got this wish exactly right.
He budges up a little more to make some space for me, and I crawl in, hoping he doesn’t notice my trembling hands or my petite erection pressing against my pajama bottoms. As soon as he wraps the edge of the sleeping bag around me, I sigh at the blissful warmth of our combined body heat. I was colder than I let myself acknowledge before. I shuffle forward until there’s less than an inch of space between us and press my cold toes between his calves.
Butch yelps and I laugh.
“I’m sharing my tent with you, the least you can do is warm up my feet.”
He scoffs. “I’m saving you from the bloodthirsty coyotes, but whatever. I guess I can warm up your feet too.”
I stifle another chuckle. “If the coyotes come to eat us, are you going to fight them off with your bare hands?”
It’s dark, but we’re close enough that I can see a smile stretch over his lips and his eyebrows arch.
“What, you don’t think I could? I’m not tough enough to protect you from rabid coyotes?”
“They’re rabid now too?” I match his expression, grinning in the dark. “This is getting serious.”
“That’s why I’m here to protect you, Rocky.” He throws one of his big arms around me and pulls me that last inch closer, our bodies connecting, my chest against his, my cock aching against his firm belly, that soft bulge of his pressing against my thigh, and, if I’m not mistaken, getting harder. “You don’t think I can protect you?”
The humor leeches out of his eyes and his expression turns into something more intense in the dark. Hotter.Needier. I can’t be imagining or projecting any of that, can I?
I squirm against him, nerves and desire warring inside me. Even if hedidcrawl into my tent because for some inexplicable reason he wants me, it’s still not that simple. I want it to be. I want to be able to just give in to whatever this is. But how can I when I haven’t told him the truth? And I’m not about to just blurt out that I’m trans in the middle of the woods when I’m now definitely sure that his dick is getting hard against my thigh. I’ve seen enough true crime to know that’s a bad idea, even if Butch has seemed like a great guy up until now.
His breath ghosts my face, and he drags his fingers through my short curls.
“You going to say anything, Rocky?”
BUTCH
I didn’t come over here to hump his leg like an unneutered dog, I swear I didn’t. But now that I’m here, sharing his sleeping bag, feeling his cute little body tucked up close to mine, I’m having a really hard time remembering why Ididcome crawling into his tent in the middle of the night.
“What are you doing, Butch?” he whispers with a little tremble in his voice before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip again and staring at me in the dark, barely an inch of space between our faces.
A coyote yodels again and my pulse spikes. Right, that’s why I grabbed my pillow and hurried over here in the dark.
“Protecting you from rabid animals,” I remind him.
“Is that really it?” His fingers nervously fidget with the collar of my tank top, and he squirms against me. He kissed me earlier—that has to mean something, doesn’t it? Even if it was just adrenaline talking at the time?
“Do you want me to be here for a different reason, Rocky?” My thumb finds a buttery soft patch of bare skin, just a sliver between the bottom of his shirt and his pajama pants, and I draw little circles there while he gives a jerky nod, then shakes his head before making a frustrated noise in his throat.
The sound of a deep, barely stifled moan cuts through the quiet of the night. Percy’s eyes widen.
“Oh my god, is that…?” Percy starts to ask, and another moan interrupts his question. He puts a hand over his mouth to muffle a laugh.
“Listening to my friends bone might be scarier than the coyotes.” I choke down laughter of my own.
There’s a whispered “Fuck, yeah”and I can’t quite decide between amusement and horniness. Percy buries his face in my chest and laughs harder, the little quakes in his muscles making my cock even harder against his thigh.
“Juno said camping was just an excuse for outdoor sex, I should have believed it.”
“You were warned that this weekend might be one giant orgy, and you agreed to come anyway?”
Percy shrugs, tilting his head to meet my gaze again now that his laughter is under control.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers.
“If it’s about orgies, I have to confess that my experience is extremely limited.”
