“What am I meant to do?”
I sit up and look down at him. “How old are you?”
Turning onto his back, his biceps flex as he places his hands behind his head.
My eyes roll. “Showing me your muscles isn’t gonna work.”
“You sure about that?”
“Completely.”
Taking the stack of covers in one hand, he throws them back, uncovering us both. Then his thumb hooks into his boxer-briefs and he tugs at them until his cock is free.
Damn you Jeon Wootek and those three adorable freckles.
I wrap my lips around my teeth, and I just stare at it. Unmoving. Acting as unphazed as I can muster.
After several long seconds my head tilts, and I move only my eyes to focus on his. “I’ve already had it twice. And now that I know you won’t be keeping it from me, the urge to pounce has…” I pretend like I’m racking my brain for the word. “Diminished.”
I’m a damn liar.
Totally full of shit.
I could easily stay fifteen minutes more until we both come. Then Tek could go back to sleep and I could surf without a half-chub weighing me down. But all is still not forgiven.
Moving to the end of the mattress, I stand and step in front of the sink. When I turn on the tap, frigid water pours out. Fuck knows why there’s no water heater, or at least a battery and outlet so we can boil a kettle instead of relying on the fire. I splash some on my face then slap my hands against my chest to shock my body. Cupping my hands under the stream again, I wait till they’re half-full and quickly turn to pour it over Tek’s naked dick.
He clambers away, kicking at the blankets until he’s flush with the van’s back door. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I’m just helping you out.” I smile sweetly and bat my eyelids.
“You’re fucked.”
“Thank you.” My smile widens and I turn back to the sink.
Just like yesterday morning, brushing my teeth is potentially more painful than having them all fall out.
“You need to get a battery and an electric kettle, or find some non-mint toothpaste.”
“This trip wasn’t my idea.”
I agree with a nod. “Then you handle the battery and I’ll get the toothpaste.”
“What makes you think we’ll be taking another trip in this thing?”
I shrug. “You wanna keep me happy?”
“But you’re always happy.”
My head falls, and I grip onto the bench. “Do you really think that?” I ask, hoping I said it quiet enough that he won’t notice, but also needing him to have actually heard me.
“I think you want everyone to believe you’re happy.” I hear him shuffle to the end of the bed, and within seconds his hands are sliding around my sides and his forehead is pushing against the base of my neck. “Your smile is contagious. It does things to me. It affects people. You’re… you’re just kind, even when you don’t need to be.”
“But being kind doesn’t mean I’m happy.”
“So why do you keep smiling?”
“I guess the same reason you keep being an asshole.”
