Chase
I wakeup with Cubby in my arms, snoring softly. His back is to my chest, his butt pressed tight to my half-hard dick, and when I take a deep breath, I can smell his aroma in the mountain air.
It’s heaven. Absolutely heaven, and I lie there as still as I can, just listening to him breathing, praying the moment won’t end too soon.
“Morning, Chase,” he says, then wiggles back against me.
“Morning.”
Cubby turns and presses his lips to mine. His eyelids are droopy, his hair sticks out all over the place, and I’m pretty sure he’s never been hotter than he is right now.
After twenty minutes and some horny humping, we clean each other up and head out into the morning. Sully and Meg are still in their tents. When I go to start figuring out breakfast, Cubby grabs my hand.
“I’m going to walk to where I can get a signal, see if there’s anything I need to take care of online. Want to come with me?”
“Sure.” I squeeze his hand. “I’d love to.”
There’s a chill in the morning air and fog rolling above the trees. Cubby and I walk through the peaceful mountains together, occasionally shooting glances and smiles back and forth. He laces our fingers together. The quiet is nice, enough for me to gather my thoughts as he holds his phone out, searching for a signal.
Last night was something else. The sensation of his tongue on my ass ignited all kinds of feelings I didn’t know my body was capable of, but there’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of licking and kissing him down there, and feeling his hole pulse against my tongue.
But after a night sleeping together, I’m left thinking about a lot more than sex. I’m not the kind to go and dump my emotions on someone else, but here, in a place that’s as close to paradise as I know, watching Cubby’s sweet smiles, I realize how much I’ll regret it if I don’t at least try to say something.
I clear my throat, breaking the silence. “You know, I really like you, Cubby.”
He leans against me as we round a bend in the path. “Aww. Thanks, Chase. I really like you too.” He laughs and presses his cheek to my shoulder. “In case that wasn’t already obvious.”
My heart is pounding with nerves, but a pleased smile fills my face. “I’m glad.”
“It’s going to suck when I leave in a month,” he says, and the sadness in his voice breaks my heart. “I’ll really miss you.”
I swallow. “Yeah, I’m really going to miss you too.”
My heart is hollering a million other things, demanding that I ask him to stay. But Cubby’s been clear about what he wants, and I can’t ask him to change who he is. Hell, I love who he is.
My pulse spikes.
Fuck. I love who he is.
I think I love him.
Cubby glances up at me. He flutters his eyelashes, but I see tears in the corners of his eyes, which is almost enough to make me break down right there.
“Maybe I’ll come back and try to look you up one day.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll be happily married and living your mountain-lake life, and I’ll be the heartbroken, melodramatic man, sobbing on the docks.”
I grunt. I know he’s joking, but I still don’t like it. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true, though.”
“Maybe I’ll be single, still waiting for someone as special as you.”
“Maybe,” he says softly.
We walk in silence for a minute. There’s a lump in my throat. I’m not one to cry, but we’re in dangerous territory. Instead of putting all the things I feel on Cubby, I just shake my head. “I did realize something last night.”
