We tumble to the ground, kissing and grinding together. It’s building me up so fast that I have to pull back, nearly losing control.
“Whew, that was close,” I say, gasping.
“Um, hmm.”
Zach’s eyes burn with passion, and I’m overcome with desire. I go slow to be sure he’s comfortable and happy, and based on the sounds he makes, I’m hitting the mark. When it’s his turn, he does the same, sending waves of pleasure running through me. The longer we go, the more I’m immersed in overwhelming bliss. I don’t want this moment to end. Both of us close to the edge, we press together again. With each touch, each glance, and each sound Zach makes, I’m more connected to him. I’m so vulnerable in his grasp as we open ourselves completely.
As the final waves course through every inch of me, there’s so much more to it than the physical sensation. I’ve opened my heart a crack, and Zach is forcing his way in. It’s so intense that it scares me.
Afterward, lying in each other’s arms, we continue to kiss and touch. I want to hold him forever, whisk him away from this terrible world, wrap ourselves up, and hide where no one can find us. We lie there, exchanging giggles, pawing at each other, with the occasional peck on the lips. Neither of us wants it to end.
Finally, Zach smiles and breaks the silence. “That was amazing.”
I smile back. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
*
ZACH
I lie there with Aiden in my arms, basking in the afterglow of what we shared. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt these strong emotions for another person. It takes a lot to open myself up this much to him. And while the slightest bit of me fears being hurt, right now, I am blissfully content.
We take it easy for the remainder of the day, saving our energy for what tomorrow may bring. We spend time in each other’s arms, kissing softly, whispering loving words, and enjoying each other’s company. It’s a joyous evening, and I hope there’ll be many more like this.
When it’s time for bed, we snuggle up in the tent and sleeping bag. The evening is warm, so we keep the rain fly off. Aiden lies beside me, his naked body illuminated by the moon. His body is beautiful. Broad, muscular shoulders. Defined arms. The littleVshape that starts in his lower abdomen and runs down to his inner thighs, outlining his hips. I turn on my side, facing away, and he presses up against me, cradling me gently. Just as we did last night, but this time there’s nothing between us. I’m in bliss.
Halfway through the night, I wake up with something hard pressed against me. Aiden’s breathing is deep and rhythmic. I nuzzle into him, and he wakes up enough to start nuzzling back. So I start grinding, and he makes these soft moaning noises that drive me wild.
“You’re a bad boy,” he whispers in my ear.
“Um-hmm.”
After a little more fun, we kiss and cuddle until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Nothing further disturbs us that night.
*
The next morning, we hit the trail, well-rested and ready for the day. As we continue down the trail, I look over at Aiden, and he looks back. My cheeks warm, and I smile bashfully, thinking about what we shared yesterday. He blushes a bit too. I want more of that. More of him. And now, nothing is stopping us.
I’m in such high spirits that I overextend myself as we push on through most of the morning. As a result, I’m paying the price with my leg. A dull ache has replaced any sharp pains, but the ache is constant. An ever-present reminder that my leg still needs to heal.
A few hours after leaving camp, Aiden points into the distance. “See that dark line up there?”
“Yep.”
“That’s Interstate 90. We made it back to the freeway. Let’s keep our eyes open.”
“What are we looking for?”
“Hopefully a car we can scavenge. But keep your eyes out for dangers too. Connor will still be looking for us. Really, it’s best if we don’t run into anybody.”
My muscles tense at the mention of Connor. I hope I never run into him again.
The freeway cuts into a valley between two hills. Up ahead, the trail we’re on goes over the freeway on an old railroad bridge converted to a pedestrian overpass. When we get to the bridge, Aiden scans the freeway with the binoculars.
“Well, I do see a few cars.” Aiden points westward down the freeway.
When I squint my eyes, several dark specks are visible where he is pointing. “Do you think we should chance it?”
“I’d like to at least try.”
