Page 98 of We Are Just Us

He should have been scared. Vulnerable in the bad way.

But he wasn’t. He was free.

Rory knelt over him, and Kieran reached up, pulling him down into a kiss that was more need than finesse. Rory’s hands were everywhere—his chest, his ribs, his stomach—and Kieran arched into every touch.

“Off,” Rory muttered against his mouth, tugging at Kieran’s shirt.

They shed their clothes quickly, kicking fabric aside until there was nothing between them.

Kieran pressed a hand against Rory’s chest and pushed him back, reversing their positions. Rory went willingly, settling against the wheel well, and Kieran sank down between his legs.

Rory took a sharp breath as Kieran wrapped his hand around him, stroking once before taking him into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the head before sinking down as far as he could.

“Fuck,” Rory breathed.

Kieran looked up at him, the taste of salt and sharp pre-cum heavy on his tongue. The sight must have done something to Rory because his hand came down to cup Kieran’s jaw, his thumb stroking along his cheek.

“Good man,” Rory said.

Kieran hummed around him, taking him deeper, and Rory’s hips jerked involuntarily.

Rory reached down and pulled Kieran up, hands gripping his arms, bringing their mouths together in a kiss that was equal parts want and inevitability, and eased him down onto the sleeping bag.

Kieran lay on his back, watching as Rory knelt between his legs. Rory leaned over him, his nose dragging along Kieran’s ribs, up to his armpit, inhaling deeply.

Then Rory grabbed Kieran’s thighs and pushed them up and back, folding him nearly in half.

The last time he’d been in this position with Rory, the sun had been doing all the work. This was a significant upgrade.

He almost laughed. Almost.

The desert air hit his hole, his taint, everything exposed and open. Dry and warm, nothing like the coastal chill he was used to. Above him, the sky burned gold. He was spread open under all of it. The sun, the rocks, the twisted trees.

He had never been more alive.

“Rory—”

Then Rory’s tongue was on his hole and Kieran stopped thinking entirely. His body jerked.

“Oh fuck—”

Rory devoured him. There was no other word for it. His tongue worked in circles, pressing and teasing, pushing inside with shallow thrusts that had Kieran gripping the edge of the truck bed, his knuckles white against the metal.

“Mm-hm.” Rory pulled back to speak, his breath hot against sensitive skin. “You taste so fucking good.”

Then he was back, his tongue fucking into Kieran with a relentlessness that made Kieran’s vision blur.

Eventually Rory lowered his legs, and Kieran gasped at the shift in position. He kissed his way along Kieran’s inner thigh, slow and open-mouthed, working closer and closer to where Kieran needed him most.

“I can’t—” Kieran choked out. “Rory, please. I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” Rory murmured, his lips brushing Kieran’s wet thigh, his voice a heavy gravel. “Look up, Kier. Look how big that sky is.” His mouth curved against Kieran's skin. “Nothing out here is asking you to be quiet.”

Kieran laughed breathlessly. “This isn’t going to be like Brokeback Mountain, is it? Because I don’t think spit is going to cut it.”

Rory grinned and reached for the bag he’d tossed in earlier, pulling out a small bottle and a condom.

“You planned this.”