“Not by much.” Tristan’s brow furrowed.
“My sperm donor was way older than my mom, so she can’t come at me about this.” But she probably still would.
“Sperm donor?” Tristan repeated with a comical look on his face.
“That’s what Finn calls him. The father I’ve never seen is a loser in a rock band who traveled around this part of the country, leaving kids behind but not caring for them.”
“That’s terrible,” Tristan made a face.
“Finn’s met him, says I’m better off, and I believe him. Besides, my Ma was more than enough.”
“She sounds like a wonderful woman,” Tristan stated, both of them looking toward the trail as another couple walked up.
“She is.” Jax stood, along with Tristan. “It was nice to be able to sit. I’m definitely coming back here.”
With a quick nod to the other hikers, they headed into the forest again, and Jax stopped once they got past the tree line.
“Is there someplaceprivatehere?” Looking up at Tristan through his lashes, Jax tried not to grin when comprehension finally sank in, and Tristan started.
“U-Um,” Jax could see his brain whirring. “Yes. That way.”
Grabbing Jax’s hand, he led them about three hundred feet to a barely-there side trail that was overgrown but still usable. Taking the right, they walked until they were out of sight, and then Jax gently pushed Tristan against the nearest oak, standing on his toes and kissing him senseless.
Jax hadn’t made out with anyone since high school, but ever since that first kiss, he yearned for Tristan, craving his taste, his tongue, and he wanted to feel that soft beard against his skin again. While Tristan’s energy was serene, his kisses were not; he gave as good as he got, as if he had a demon inside that only came out when Jax was in his arms, and Jax wanted to see how far he could push.
Traveling across Tristan’s cheek to his ear, Jax traced the lobe with his tongue, nibbling on it, enjoying how Tristan shivered, his hands fisting in the top of Jax’s sweater. Brazen as always, Jax continued his trail down the side of Tristan’s throat, just under the line of his beard. He smelled divine up close, like the trees around him, and pine-laced air filled Jax’s nostrils.
“J-Jax,” Tristan gasped in a ragged tone, and Jax needed to hear more of that because his cock was instantly hard.
Unspooling Tristan seemed to be Jax’s new kink, and he grinned, very slowly sinking to his knees. If he was careful, he could do this and still walk back to the car without his back freaking out.
“W-Wait. What are you doing?” Tristan’s eyes went wide.
“I’m giving you a blowjob in the woods.” Reaching up, he unbuttoned Tristan’s pants, noting the size of the bulge. It seemed that what they said about big hands was true.
“B-But…”
Stopping with his fingers on Tristan’s zipper, Jax wet his lips, looking up seductively.
“Is that okay?” He wasn’t playing fair, but neither was Tristan, because he’d been hiding a monster in those pants.
Quickly looking toward the other trail, Tristan pressed his lips together, giving Jax a nod. “Yes, but please, don’t hurt yourself.”
Jax paused for a moment, impressed by Tristan’s concern. And he deserved a reward for being so kind, so Jax pulled Tristan’s zipper down. The white boxer-briefs underneath were sexy, but he barely noticed them because Tristan’s cock was already poking over the top of the waistband, saying hello.
And it would be rude not to reply.
Bending his head, he lapped at the leaking tip, and Tristan groaned, one of his hands clutching at the tree behind him, the other quickly covering his mouth.
That wouldn’t do. Smirking, Jax quickly pulled Tristan’s underwear down, but shock replaced his smugness as he stared at the impressive cock that sprang forth, bobbing in the open air. Jax’s hole fluttered at the sight, but their first time was not going to be in the forest.
Diving in, Jax wrapped his lips around the girth and went down as far as he could, which was just a few inches, but it had both of them moaning. Not only was Tristan long, but the width stretched Jax’s mouth too, and he wondered how this behemoth would feel inside him.
Jax wiggled his tongue around the head, making sure the ball of his piercing massaged the crown, and Tristan let out an uncharacteristic curse, his hand leaving the tree to tangle lightly in Jax’s hair.
Reaching for his own pants, Jax freed his cock, and the instant relief had his throat relaxing, allowing him to take in more of Tristan. Choking around him for effect, Jax maintained eye contact as he pulled back to spit into his hand before swallowing the delicious meal in front of him again.
Tristan’s muffled cry could easily be heard through his hand, and Jax hummed, liking how Tristan’s fingers sank into his hair, hanging on. Wrapping a wet hand around his own dick, Jax played with the head, trying to hold back, because he was so turned on that if he started jerking off, then he’d come in seconds.
