“Fuck,” I said, slumping back to look up at the ceiling and nothing else. “Red, you killed me.”
“Oh, really?” he asked. He climbed up beside me on the bed and lay on his stomach, his head pillowed on his arms so he could still look at me. “If you’re dead, does that mean you don’t want to fuck me?”
I rolled my head to the side and looked at him. “Give me five minutes,” I said, desperate at the thought that I might actually miss the chance.
“Five minutes,” Cade mused. “That gives me enough time to get myself ready.”
I raised an eyebrow and then watched as he put his own finger into his mouth, sucking it the way he had my dick just a moment ago, making blood rush down there again. Then he reached back and found his own asshole, starting to finger it with a moan.
Fuck me.
“Two minutes,” I said, revising my estimate down. “I think I’m only going to need two minutes.”
Cade
I winced as I sat down on the chair by the fire, grinning a little at the fact that I was so sore. It was the best kind of sore. The kind of sore that meant we’d had a very good, very long, and very athletic day.
“We should eat the last of the fruit,” Aiden said. He was bending over by the food supplies, seemingly not at all shy about the fact that he was still naked. We both were. Apparently, he’d been serious about not needing our clothes all day. “I might have an energy bar, too. I’m famished.”
“Me, too,” I said. He stood up and caught the fact that I’d been staring at his ass, and grinned at me.
“Perv.”
A flicker of something uncomfortable rose inside me – there were implications to that word that hit different for a gay man, even though I knew he was teasing. Especially coming from a football player, it made me think of locker rooms and high school and the kind of accusations that would fly around when they knew you liked boys. “Ha,” I managed weakly. “You’re the one shoving it in my face.”
“Not yet,” Aiden teased with a grin. He sat down at the table, dropping our food in front of me. Thankfully, I was still soft – we’d had so many rounds today, I didn’t think I could actually possibly manage to get hard for a long while. And even if I did, I didn’t have anywhere near enough energy to do anything about it.
“Let’s eat,” I told him, grabbing a banana and opening it. The outside was nearly black, and the inside hadn’t improved with time either, but I was so hungry that the food tasted good anyway. It was probably good that I had something to take my mind off how awful the meal was.
And the fact that it was our last substantial meal if they didn’t get through to us tomorrow after all.
“What about the beer?” Aiden said after a couple of bites.
I looked up at him, my mouth full of banana – that I had thankfully finished before making eye contact. “Hmm?”
He chuckled. “Do you want a beer? It’s our last chance, really.”
I thought about it for a second. We didn’t have much water left, and the beers were just sitting there. This was a celebration of the fact we were getting out tomorrow, right?
“Sure,” I shrugged. “Why not?”
I couldn’t say I was a huge beer drinker, but watching Aiden cross the room again gave me another chance to ogle his butt. And even when he was just walking around, his dick was still an impressive sight. I couldn’t believe I’d had that in me. I shuddered a little, glad that that was my only physiological reaction.
“You cold?” Aiden asked. Before I could answer he had grabbed a couple of blankets from the bed, draping one around my shoulders and the other around his own. It was a strange way to sit – naked yet wrapped up, by the roaring fire but under snow. This whole situation was a strange one, so it seemed almost fitting that we were having this strange last supper.
“I’ll miss this,” I blurted out, shaking my head.
“What?” Aiden asked, looking up. “Half-gone fruit?”
I laughed and shook my head. I gestured to myself and then at him. “The freedom. It’s odd. I would never have imagined myself doing something quite like this. Normally I’d be sitting here wondering what we would do if someone knocked at the door, or whether anyone could see in through the windows.”
“You’re too uptight,” Aiden said, then jerked his head up and met my eyes with an apologetic look. “Sorry, that sounded harsh. I just mean, it’s good that you’re getting a chance to relax. You should let go of your worries more. Just do things you want to do.”
Just do things you want to do. Yes, that sounded like Aiden’s philosophy. It explained a lot about how we’d ended up in this position in the first place.
“It’s not always that easy,” I said with a sigh, reaching for the beer and taking a long sip. That first taste went right to my head; I could feel it. I hadn’t been eating much for three days now, and we’d burned a lot of energy, too. It was probably to be expected.
“I feel that,” Aiden shrugged. “There are a lot of downsides to being a student athlete. And if I do ever manage to go pro, there’ll be even more.”
