I pump my arms, rowing hard as the canoe cuts a line across the center of the lake. My eyes burn into Cubby’s, eating him up, and I’m desperate to touch him again.
He’s going to stay. He wants to make a life here with me. A part of me still wishes I could just provide that for him, but as I watch the morning light play across his face, I start to understand that this is how it’s supposed to be.
I don’t need Cubby to change, and I know how important it is to him to be self-sufficient. Hell, it’s important to me too. And he’s not asking to be the one taking care of me, any more than I should be the one taking care of him.
He wants us to take care of each other, and that’s exactly the way it should be.
We get to the lake house, and I pull him up onto the dock. We stumble toward shore as we kiss each other, pulling at our soaking clothes, groaning and moaning and repeating those gorgeous words.
“Love you,” I grunt. “Love you, Cubby.”
He throws his shirt to the ground, and I lift him, carrying him toward the house. His belly and hairy chest rub against me, and we leave our clothes scattered across the path. Somehow, we make it inside, passion burning through me like a forest fire, every nerve demanding the relief of his touch.
Cubby pulls his lips away as we pass by the kitchen. “Wait,” he gasps. “Do you have lube? Or should we grab olive oil?”
I furrow my brow. “Oil?”
“It’s no good if we’re using condoms or barriers. It breaks down the latex. But I’ve been tested, and neither of us has been with anyone else this summer.”
I blink. “Whoa.”
We’re about to fuck.
Cubby laughs brightly. “It’s how the Romans did it,” he teases.
I shake my head. “I’ve got lube. Upstairs.” My fingers sink into his side. “Now.”
We throw ourselves back into it, kissing and groping, and I manage to wrestle him into the bed upstairs. I’m down to my boxers, and Cubby’s naked, his dick straining hard. Our skin is cool from the lake water, and when I spread him out on the bed and start to kiss his hairy chest, I feel his nipples go hard in my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Cubby moans, arching his back. “Chase.” He pulls my mouth back up to his and shoves his tongue against mine. “Fuck me. Please.”
I growl under my breath. “When I’m ready.”
Grabbing Cubby’s hips, I flip him over. I’m usually a lot more careful, convinced I might do something wrong. But there’s no time for that anymore. I know exactly what I want, and I know Cubby wants it too.
Cubby pushes his ass back, giving me his generous curves. I lift his hips and start rimming him, licking and kissing. His hole opens to me as Cubby buries his face in the pillow, moaning my name and yelling that he’s mine.
My dick swells, leaking in my fist. His musky scent is familiar, and I drive my tongue against his rim, working him as we writhe together.
Cubby spins, catching me by surprise. He throws his legs around my hips and pulls me down, meeting me in a sloppy kiss. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, grabbing for my dick. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.”
“No.” I press my forehead to his. “You’re perfect. I was acting like a fool. I shouldn’t have tried to tell you what to do. Wherever your career takes you, you’ll have my support.”
Cubby bites on my lip playfully, then wiggles down until our dicks grind together. “Please,” he says with a laugh. “Tell me what to do sometimes. I need it.”
I grin. “Yeah. Same.” I roll my hips, dragging my dick up and down his, the friction throbbing through my body. “I’m better with you.”
“I’m better with you,” he whispers back, then squeezes his legs around my hips. “Now fuck me already? Please?”
Fuck, it’s hot to hear him beg for that.
I grab the lube and shake a little out. It’s slick and warm against my fingers, and when I take my hand down between his cheeks, his rim spasms in response.
We fall into our rhythm together, humping and grunting and sweating. Cubby works my base with his fist, and I thrust my fingers along his crease, sinking into the warm pressure, the friction of his furry, soft hair sending sparks through me. His dick is trapped between our bellies, and when he latches his lips on to my neck, I lose sense of where I end and he begins.
Cubby moves against me, pulling me toward him with everything he’s got. My muscles ache from the boat sprint, but I still find the strength to lift him. I get up on my knees, and Cubby works himself into position, straddling me, his twitching hole riding my crown.
“Oh fuck.” He pushes his ass down. “Right there.”
