Chad didn’t want to move. His ass felt raw, and he dreaded the long walk back to Peter’s Jeep—not to mention the bumpy ride home. Peter was cleaning off his cock, standing next to Chad where he still lay handcuffed on the ground, grinning and looking utterly smug.
“You look so pleased with yourself,” Chad commented, unable to keep himself from smiling. Peter tucked his cock back into his pants and buttoned them up, nodding down at Chad with a grin.
“I am.”
“So what now?” Chad asked, sitting up. There were leaves and dirt all over him, and his feet were wet and soggy inside his boots. By all accounts he should be feeling miserable, but he wasn’t. He felt great.
“We go home,” Peter said. He reached down and grabbed Chad under the arm, pulling him to his feet. Chad winced when he put his weight on his bad ankle, and Peter steadied him.
“Your ankle okay?” Peter asked.
“It’s fine,” Chad said, leaning into Peter’s grip. “Just a sprain. I tripped on a branch or something.”
“I’m sorry you got hurt,” Peter said, looking down at Chad’s feet with a severe expression. “This was supposed to be fun.”
Chad laughed. “It was fun. A total adrenaline rush.”
“So you liked it?” Peter smiled softly.
“Course I did,” he said. “But now I’m wet and tired and I want to go home.”
Peter laughed. “Okay. Turn around, I’ll get those cuffs off you.”
Chad obeyed, and Peter removed the cuffs from his wrists. With his hands free, the first thing Chad did was pull his pants back up.
“How far is it back to the car?” he asked, rummaging around inside his underwear to remove a wet leaf.
“About two hours.”
Chad groaned. He was not at all in the mood for a two-hour hike. What he wanted now was a hot shower, a comfy sofa, and beer.
“Carry me?” he asked, trying for the puppy eyes that Peter always accused him of using. He wasn’t sure he was getting it right, but he must have because there was a brief moment where Peter looked like he was considering it.
“No.”
“Piggyback ride?”
Peter snorted. “No.”
Chad let out a sigh like Peter was being completely unreasonable, and when that didn’t get a reaction he did it again.
“I still have the gag,” Peter commented, looking all too happy at the idea of using it. He tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrow, daring Chad to keep on being a brat.
“Fine, I’ll walk,” Chad said, smiling and shaking his head. “But I’d like to see how much you’d enjoy a two-hour hike after having a cock like yours up your ass.”
Peter just threw an arm over his shoulder and pulled him in close, laughing.
***
When they got home, the first thing Chad did was push past Peter and lock himself in the bathroom to take a shower. He stepped under the warm water with a sigh, closing his eyes and letting the heat seep into his tired body.
“Why did you lock the door?” Peter asked from outside, sounding annoyed.
Chad ignored him, knowing that if he engaged he’d end up letting Peter into the room. If that happened, they were almost guaranteed to have sex—and Chad’s ass quite frankly wasn’t up for it.
“Chad!” Peter called, banging on the door.
Chad kept on ignoring him, his resolve only strengthening when he soaped up his back and some of the suds ran down his crack and over his hole. It stung so bad he almost bit his tongue.
