He threw his head back and laughed.“It’s real.My mom teaches high school English.”
I grinned.“That is awesome.Because I like it very much.”
“I’m just glad it wasn’t Prospero.The Tempestis her other favourite play.”
“Fuck, you’d make any name sexy as fuck.”
He raised his eyebrows.“I don’t know about that.”
We stood silently regarding each other.He glanced in the direction we’d come.
“You go first, and I’ll wait for a bit, so nobody sees us together,” he said.
“We’re keeping this quiet.”
“For now…”
He blew a soft breath against my face and gave me a quick kiss before pulling away and turning into the trees.He lifted a hand to wave.He looked so beautiful—a picture of light and shadow with the morning sun slanting through the leaves.
“Wait a second,” I said, grabbing my Nikon off the branch and removing the lens cap.“May I?”
Puck shrugged, looping his thumbs in his pockets and glancing down at his crotch.“Can you tell I came in my pants?”
“It hasn’t soaked through your jeans.Yet.”
“Then hurry up.I gotta get back before it does.It’s cold and sticky.”
“Stay still then.Look pretty.”I said, framing him from the waist up and clicking several times.
“Always,” he said, then stuck out his tongue and flipped the bird.
I laughed and took the shot, then lowered the camera.“These are for me.I won’t show them to anyone.”
“Good.”
“Thanks for the blow job,” I said.
“Thanks for a healthy breakfast.”He grinned, tongue snaking over the ring in his lip.
“Hmm.I don’t think you got enough.I’ll have to feed you again.”
“Can’t wait,” he said, and then he was gone, turning and jogging through the trees.
And I was standing in the middle of a forest in the Muskokas, wondering why the world looked different all of a sudden.
I walked a bit further on the path to take some photos of a fallen tree and some interesting fungus before making my way back to the open field beside the bunkhouse.When I emerged from the trees I saw Andrew and Joshua standing by the door, speaking together in hushed tones.
“Hey,” I said.“Good morning.”
“Morning,” Joshua said.“You’re up early.”
I nodded, attempting to look like all I’d been doing was taking wholesome pictures of birds and squirrels and not fucking Puck’s face in the woods.I’m not sure I pulled it off.Something told me the fact I’d just spent twenty minutes getting my rocks off with the BCR’s cutest ponyboy was written all over my face.
“Yeah, it’s peaceful in there.”I waved my hand at the trees and the calm fields.“Y’know.Nature and all that.”
“Uh-huh.Nature,” Andrew said.
He had his arms folded across his chest and was grinning like he didn’t believe a word of it.They must have seen Puck come back to the bunkhouse from the same direction.They weren’t stupid.
