Chase
The morningafter my date with Cubby, I wake up with the sun and spend an hour tossing and turning under the sheets.
He’s right. I’m never going to forget that blowjob. His lips worked me, slow at first, then harder and faster. He swallowed me to the hilt, sucking and licking and teasing. He was greedy, and after he demanded it, I mounted his face, driving my dick into the back of his throat over and over until I shot.
Fuck. Maybe I’m in over my head.
I kick the sheets off, let Max out, and put on some coffee. My brain starts to work enough that I remember the rest of what he’d shared last night, the truth of the career he’s trying to launch. I’m still not sure what to make of it all, but after frying some eggs and bacon, my curiosity wins out over all the other swirling thoughts.
Before he left, Cubby agreed to share the link to his channel with me, so I power up the laptop, plop down on the couch, and open a browser. He’s got two long ones and a shorter one up, and his smile sparkles at me from each of them.
“Shit,” I grumble to myself.
He looks fucking good. Bright and flirty and fun, which I guess is how he always looks, at least to me. In the first video, Cubby performs for the camera, striking poses while he shares a surprisingly intimate story. He’s told me before about some of the struggles he faced, the insecurity he felt growing up, and the ways he was pushed out of doing the things he wanted to do. But hearing him reveal the truth in the video tugs at my feelings in a different way.
Breaks my heart a little too, if I’m being honest. Cubby was happy to share this with the whole world, so why didn’t he share it with me?
It must be the same reason he didn’t tell me about the videos in the first place. He must not trust me, at least not in the way I trust him.
Then he pulls down his shorts, revealing that perfect fuzzy peach of an ass. He wiggles and bounces it, laughing with that painfully charming smile, torturing every emotion I’ve got in me.
My dick swells, and my eyes fix on his cheeks. Unable to resist the temptation, I shove a hand in my boxers and grip my hard dick, massaging up my length. I click back, putting the video on the moment when he pulls his underwear down, lingering over it as I pump my dick until I shoot.
I curse under my breath, and immediately, the guilt comes in. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be jerking off to these videos, but that just makes me aware that strangers might be jerking off to him too, and a whole new storm of emotions rises up.
For the rest of the day, I try to focus on work and pretend every part of my life hasn’t just been turned upside down. I restock the shop, rent a couple of boats to tourists, and meet up with Sully to help with a plumbing project at the high school. There are plenty of responsibilities that need my attention, but damn if they don’t all feel pointless right now.
No way in hell I’m making enough money to keep the lake house. Nothing I can do to make this town good enough for Aunt Terri or to convince Cubby to stick around. I’ve got everything I want in Lake Steamy with me right now, but as soon as fall arrives, that’s over. I’ll never get the lake house back for my family, I’ll barely see Aunt Terri, and I’ll probably never see Cubby again, or even meet anyone else like him.
Nothing I can do to help myself, but by the time I get back to the cabin at the end of the day, one thought finally works its way through my thick skull.
There might be something I can do to help Cubby.
I sit on the porch as the lightning bugs come out and send him a quick text.Evening. You still want to learn about fishing? I’m heading out on the lake morning after next, thought I might teach you some basics.
So fast I don’t know how the hell he had time to type it out, his response dings my phone.I’m hooked! Let’s do it!
Warmth fills my chest, and the frown I’ve been working all day eases into a smile.Meet me at your dock at sunrise. I’ll bring everything we need.
* * *
“Morning!” Cubby calls out, waving and jumping at the edge of the little dock. “You look like a man who wants to put the worm on the hook for me!”
I grin. My canoe glides through the water, which sparkles with the first morning light. There’s a chill in the air, and I chuckle to myself when I realize that we’re dressed to match, each of us wearing a blue flannel shirt, although when I get closer, I see that his has some fabric flowers sewn onto it.
“Morning.” I steer the canoe toward the dock. I’m not surprised anymore by how happy it makes me to see Cubby, but damn, there’s nothing else like that feeling.
“I never get up this early,” he announces loudly. “It’s so gorgeous outside! The fish must like it too, right?”
I grab the edge of the dock, steadying the canoe. “Sure,” I say, talking quietly. “We just can’t scare them away.”
“Oh!” Cubby grins down at me and drops his voice. “Stealth fishing. Love it.” He points to the mountains, where fog rolls through the trees. “You can really see why it’s called Lake Steamy. There’s a pole in the house. Should I bring it?”
I laugh, entertained by his energy so early in the morning. “I got you covered.” I offer him my hand and steady the canoe as he steps down. “How’s your night—”
Before I can finish my sentence, Cubby throws his weight against me with a kiss, which sends the boat rocking. I catch him and kiss him back, one hand holding the dock, the other wrapped around his shoulder. Our beards rub together, a friction I’m starting to love, and he stays close long enough for our tongues to meet.
“Last night was fine,” Cubby answers. “I’m posting another video today, the one about sex toys, so just working my ass off to release another humiliating flop to the vicious, cruel internet.”
