“You’re so beautiful, Vic. So fucking beautiful.” Tawson whispered the words reverently against the shell of Vic’s ear, against their lips, neck, chest. “Your body is amazing. Your personality addicting. Fuck, Princess. You’re- Everything.”
Vic was not going to cry while having sex.
Absolutely not.
But the words Tawson whispered made it hard to not react. They tightened their arms and legs around Tawson, panting along with him as they both chased their orgasms. Vic’s cock was trapped between them, the friction of their bodies moving in unison pushing them closer and closer to the edge. Vic couldn’t find the words to tell Tawson how they felt.
“Kiss me,” they whispered instead.
And that was how they came together. Kissing, bodies pressed together, holding each other. It was the softest they’d ever had sex. Intimate. Loving.
It was more than sex.
Love.
Vic was scared to say the words. But they couldn’t deny it anymore.
Not as Tawson pulled out of them. Not as he cleaned both of them up. Not even as he fixed the blankets back and pulled Victo his chest for an afternoon nap. Vic fell asleep to the feeling of Tawson’s fingers brushing up and down their arm.
It was hours later when they both woke up. Neither was rushed to get out of bed either. They kissed and talked. Tawson talked about the things they could do for the next few days. Outside of the hiking trail, a short drive away was a lake with a small sandy area where you could swim. About a half hour into the next town was a diner that the booking agent stressed they should really try. Vic was more than okay with staying to themselves all weekend, but maybe they could try it on their way out Wednesday.
Vic’s stomach rumbled loud enough for both of them to hear. Tawson laughed. “Let’s go make some food and then we can watch a movie or something.”
“Sounds perfect,” Vic said with a contented smile. They stretched against Tawson’s body and kissed him. “You’re perfect.”
And after a quick supper and anI’m alive and welltext to their mom, Vic found themselves cuddled up on the couch with their head resting on Tawson’s chest. They decided on a holiday romance movie. The thought that they had two more full days of this, of being together without having to worry about being interrupted or needing to sneak home at ungodly hours, put a smile on Vic’s face.
“That feels good,” Vic mumbled softly. Neither of them were wearing shirts. They were only wearing briefs, so as not to be those people in a rented cabin that walked around naked. They were chest-to-chest, Tawson on his back. Tawson’s arms were under the blanket they shared and his fingers danced up and down Vic’s body. Gentle caresses. Vic wasn’t sure Tawson was aware he was doing it.
“Youfeel good,” Tawson said, half-jokingly. He leaned up and kissed the top of Vic’s head. “I like this. Just laying here, together, no worries.”
Vic turned their head and rested their chin on Tawson’s chest. “Can I ask you a question? And this isn’t to pressure you or anything.”
“I might have an answer,” Tawson said.
“Have you thought about telling people about us?”
“I have,” Tawson said easily. “And technically I have told people that I’m seeing someone. I haven’t said your name or anything. I promise that one day we’ll let everyone know.”
“That’s okay with me,” Vic said. “It would be nice to not have to wake up at four in the morning, though. And not have to wait all week to see you. I could openly stay with you instead of getting just a couple hours here and there.”
Chapter Nineteen
~ Tawson ~
Tawson spoiled Vic the entire trip.
Over breakfast Monday morning, Tawson gave Vic the necklace he’d bought. He refused to tell how much he spent on it, to Vic’s dismay. But they put it on immediately and had yet to take it off. Then, he’d surprised them with some new clothes. Things Tawson had snooped on their Amazon account that they’d saved. One thing was a screenshot that Vic had sent him, teasingly asking if Tawson thought they would look good in it.
Turns out, Vic looked fucking stunning in the lavender silk nightgown. It barely covered their upper thighs and had a slit on the bottom hem four inches high. Which showed off the matching, sheer jockstrap Vic had bought. Tawson had fucked Vic in the outfit out on the balcony. And then later in the bed again.
Tuesday, they took it slow in the morning. Vic wrapped themselves in a blanket and sat outside with Tawson. They shared a cup of coffee each, rocking side-by-side in the chairs on the upper balcony. Tawson finished reading his book andVic had seemed more than content to work on the word search book they had brought.
After packing a picnic, they set off on the hiking trail. It was two miles, one way. The waterfall was beautiful and they snapped several photos together. It was a little too cold in November to go swimming. But they solved that by hiking back, rinsing off in a quick shower, and then getting in the hot tub. They stayed like that for an hour, until an unexpected storm rolled in and the lightning started getting a little too close for comfort.
“I didn’t see rain in the forecast,” Tawson said once they were dried off and back downstairs. “I guess we’ll just be staying in tomorrow.”
“Oh, the horror of being trapped in a house with you for an entire day. Whatever will we do?” Vic glued themselves to Tawson’s back and kissed across his shoulders and then down his back.
