I try to stretch, kicking off a few layers of fabric that got tangled between my legs during the night. A contented sigh escapes my lips as my muscles flex. I blink my eyes more into focus as the soft morning light filters through the van’s curtains.
The phantom scent of brewing coffee at Steamed, rich and inviting, drifts into the van.
What is wrong with me? I am smitten.
It’s been so long since I have met someone so perfect for me. I tend to jump into relationships because I long for what I see Caleb and Barrett having. Someone that is mine and mine alone. Someone who showers me with small gestures of affection. Someone who can make decisions for me when I feel like life is just too much.
With a renewed sense of peace, I push aside the blankets fully, a small, hopeful smile playing on my lips.
The air in the shower room at the campground is thick with steam, carrying the mingled scents of various soaps and shampoos. It doesn’t bother me since my mind is still fixated on one kindergarten teacher. His voice is a soft, sweet echo in my head as I let the hot water cascade over my head and down my body, washing away the last remnants of sleep.
Squirting some soap into my hand, I begin washing with the thoughts of Jason monopolizing my mind. My fingers brush my nipples and the bud pebbles. What would it feel like to have Jason’s mouth on it? Or better yet, his scruff scratching against my soft skin.
My cock likes that idea too much.
I don’t think I’ve discovered any other kinks that turn me on. But if Jason wants to try some new things, I’d be down.
My hand travels down my ass to clean, and my finger swipes over my entrance. The tight ring of muscle flutters, and I slip a finger inside, moaning against my other fist. It’s been so long. I twirl my finger, and as soon as I change the angle, I hit the sweet spot, and my cock is now very interested in what we’re doing.
Leaving my finger in my ass, I jerk off with my other hand. Palming the length of my small dick, I run my hand from the base to the tip and continue up my flat abdomen to my nipples. Pinching each one lightly.
I’m not going to last.
I pull on my cock a few more times, not bothering to hide the moan that escapes my lips as I coat the tile floor and sag against the wall, watching the spray wash the evidence down the drain.
After a minute to catch my breath, I emerged from the shower, towel wrapped snugly around my waist, the coolness of the morning air is a pleasant contrast to the steam from my stall. I dress in jeans and a pink sweater, with chunky boots, before heading to the community building, where a complimentarycoffee bar is set up. Since I’m not a coffee drinker, I make myself a quick cup of hot chocolate.
Still cradling the warm mug, I feel a pang of reluctance to unhook the electrical cord and leave the cozy spot that’s quickly feeling familiar. Not really home, just…familiar. The world outside, with its demands and expectations, seems a million miles away today.
The familiar scent of blossoms and damp earth greets me as I push open the door, the gentle chime above announcing my arrival. Caleb materializes from the back, a wide grin splitting his face.
"Ben! Perfect timing!" he booms, surprising me with an unexpected, warm embrace. Okay, maybe it was expected. Caleb is sweet and loves hugs. He hands them out like Halloween candy. I don’t mind. "Come on, I want to show you our new conference room."
Caleb steers me towards the back workroom. I’ve been in that space for a week now, and I can almost tell you with certainty, there is no conference room. I lift a brow at him. "We have a conference room?" I ask, genuinely confused as we enter the hallway.
Barrett usually holds consults at the front counter, amongst the cheerful sunflowers and lilacs, surrounded by the shop's sweet, heady perfume.
Caleb giggles, a sound that bounces off the surrounding greenery. "Surprise! Just finished setting it up." I join him and giggle along with his excitement as he points to the bathroom. "Thought it was time we had a proper space for dreaming up new arrangements and, you know, actual business.”
Now I’m really confused. “Am I supposed to draw while I’m on the toilet?”
Caleb giggles, “I’m just teasing. Come on.” Caleb grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway toward our workroom.
Caleb pushes open the door, revealing a surprisingly chic corner. Soft lighting from a small vintage chandelier illuminates a distressed, white, wooden table surrounded by a few lavender plush chairs. A large whiteboard dominates the wall space behind the table, and my heart does this little flutter, a feeling that echoes the quiet joy I'd woken with. In the center of the table is a small bouquet of wildflowers.
I don’t bother wiping the tear that slips free.
But out of all the things this little corner offers, it's the person sitting at the table that brings me the most joy. The reason I am the person I am today.
"Kai, what are you doing here?" He stands up with a wide smile and pulls me into the biggest hug possible.
"I'm here for my final consultation." He bounces in my arms like a kid at Christmas.
I pull back, looking at him. Brows furrowed. "Consult?"
"Oopsie. Did I forget to mention? I've been so busy." He says a little sheepishly. "Shawn and I are getting married, and I told Caleb that I wanted you to help with the flowers." My eyes widened, the initial shock giving way to a rush of overwhelming emotions. Kai, here, for his final consult. The man who had not only been my mentor but also recognized my potential and nurtured it. He’s entrusting me with his wedding flowers.
I squeeze Kai tighter, voice thick with emotion. "Kai, you have no idea how much this means to me. You’re… you’re my family." I pull back, a disbelieving smile still gracing my lips. "I still can’t believe that you and Shawn are getting married! When?"
