He snorts and shakes his head. “Do you… I mean, would you… I’m just wondering…”
“Spit it out, Rocky.” My gaze drifts down to his lush lips, the bottom one just a little damp and swollen from the way he keeps chewing on it.
“What types of guys do you usually go for?” he blurts. “Probably hyper-masc, alpha, gym bro types, right?”
“Sometimes,” I admit. “I’m into all kinds of guys though. Big, small, buff, skinny. Body type isn’t that important to me. I’m just intoguys, you know? I love the smell of a man, armpits, sweaty balls, fuck, it all does it for me. I love hairy bodies and the feeling of a hard cock.” I let out a rumble in my throat and sink my fingers into his skin just a little harder. It’s more than he wanted to know, but fuck, it’s difficult to stop myself when I start rambling about how much I love being gay.
I can’t read the reaction on Percy’s face. Is that the answer he was looking for? Was he hoping I’d say I was into nerdy twinks with cute, tight asses? Because hell yeah, I am. Maybe I should say that outright. Is that what this is? Him trying to figure out if I could be into him? Or is this normal small talk when you’re cuddled up in a sleeping bag together listening to other people get it on two tents over?
Fuck it, only one way to find out.
Our noses bump as I lean in closer, slow enough to give him time to stop me if this isn’t what he wants. We can’t blame it on adrenaline here in the dark, wrapped around each other in the middle of the night, and I just want to check if that spark earlier was real. His lips can’t be as soft and sweet as I’m remembering them, can they?
“Only a kiss, Butch,” Percy whispers, his lips grazing mine.
I nod, and our noses bump again.
“Yeah, Rocky, just a kiss.”
His lips part and we sink into each other, his hot breath ghosting across my tongue, the taste of minty toothpaste lingering, and the sweetest whimper I’ve ever heard going straight to my dick. It’s nothing like the pulse pounding, over-too-quick kiss from earlier. The way his lips soften and his tongue coaxes mine into his mouth is pure fucking heaven.
His hips give jerky little twitches, and his whimpers turn into quiet moans that vibrate around my tongue. My hands want to wander, to find more of his impossibly soft skin, to cup his ass and encourage him to grind on me, but he said just a kiss, so I keep them firmly to myself. Our tongues find an unhurried rhythm, lapping and tangling, taking turns muffling the sounds we can’t manage to swallow. Every breath has his chest swelling against mine, and I could swear his heart is beating just as hard as mine is. The slightest bit of his stubble drags along my chin, reminding me of another one of the things I love about kissing a man.
This kiss lasts a hell of a lot longer than the last one, but when Percy breaks it and sucks in a ragged breath, it’s still over too damn soon. I wish I could see his face better in the dark, but all I really have to go by is the tremble in his voice when he whispers “Wow” and then laughs.
“Yeah, wow.” I smile, even though I’m not sure he can see me all that well either.
“If you want to sleep here, you can.”
“To protect you from the rabid coyotes?”
Percy laughs and wiggles impossibly closer, tangling his legs between mine and sharing my pillow.
“Yeah, Butch, to protect me from coyotes.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
PERCY
I’m warmerthan I expected. Hot, even. In a half-asleep haze I try to shrug the sleeping bag off of me so I can cool down, but it tightens around me.
Oh, shit.
My eyes fly open, and I immediately squint against the morning light that’s barely blunted by the tent. It’s not my sleeping bag wrapped around me, it’s a massive set of arms, holding me tight, crushing me against an even larger chest like I’m a teddy bear. I guess the thick, hot erection nestled against the small of my back should have been a clue. I’ve never known a sleeping bag to be so well endowed. If they were, I’d own three.
I swallow hard and wiggle in Butch’s grasp, ignoring the way my own cock throbs with an almost dizzying need, trying to convince me that I should grind against Butch’s stiff length. He makes a sleepy, rumbling sound and his arms stay firmly around me, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck with every slow, steady exhale.
Now that I’m fully conscious, the memory of last night comes flooding back. My lips tingle with the ghost of that kiss. Fuck me, that kiss. No one has ever kissed me like that, all slow and sexy, like he wasn’t in any hurry to do anything else. A silent gasp catches in my throat and my cock jerks eagerly.
No, I scold my rogue appendage.Don’t forget what else he said.
Butch waxed poetic about his love of all things masculine, and while I’m one-thousand percent secure in the fact that Iama man in every single way that matters, I’m just not sure I’m manenoughfor a guy like Butch. Besides, last night was probably just a case of being lonely and horny in the woods. He wasn’t about to try to hook up with one of his friends, so he came to me to try his luck.
I squirm in his arms again, desperate for some fresh air and a little space to clear my head before I have to face him. I need to be ready with a casual smile when he wakes up and tells me last night didn’t mean anything. And, also, I need to pee, dammit.
Sleeping Butch finally loosens his grip with another little grumble. I quietly scramble out of the sleeping bag, and he immediately wraps his arms around my pillow and keeps snoring. I slip on my shoes and drag my fingers absently through my hair, then crawl out of the tent.
“Fuck,” I mutter, shivering immediately at the chill in the air. The dew on the grass is frosty and I can see my breath when I exhale. Birds are still chirping though, and the sun is streaming through the branches of the trees to melt the frost little by little.
