“Want it slicker?” Canaan leaned back, fumbling around with something at the edge of the tent. “I’ve got lube.”
“You travel with lube?”
“You don’t?” Canaan laughed. “If I was packing like you, I’d be bringing along the best lube money can buy—Cadillac shit. Like ‘here’s my monster dick, and here’s my lube to match. Have fun.’ You know?”
No, Renzo really didn’t. It simply wasn’t that easy in his experience, but Canaan had a way of erasing all his past encounters, making everything but this moment feel insignificant. He drizzled lube all over Renzo’s fist, and Renzo gasped from the cold until it warmed.
“Holy hell.” Whatever he’d thought he’d known about rubbing off was totally inadequate. Like a teenager thinking they knew what zero G would feel like because they’d bounced on a trampoline a few times. This was a whole new level of good that he hadn’t known existed, and he considered himself fairly well-versed in the benefits of lube. He smoothed the lube all around until both their cocks were coated.
“Yeah. Like that. Good, huh?” Stretching, Canaan leaned back, balancing on Renzo’s thighs. The low, needy sound that came from his throat made fire lick at Renzo’s balls.
“Fuck yeah.” Renzo would have traded a couple of non-vital organs to be able to see Canaan’s face in that moment. “Want to get you off.”
“You...will,” Canaan panted. Grabbing Renzo’s free hand, he returned it to his chest. Renzo got the idea and flicked his nipple while continuing a leisurely stroking pace with their cocks. No way was he coming before Canaan, but his body was vibrating with pleasure.
“Come on,” he urged.
“Faster. Tighter.” Never shy about giving orders, Canaan’s voice was somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Made Renzo feel like fucking Superman, reducing him to such pleas. Faster made Renzo’s balls tighten, his climax hovering at the edges of his consciousness.
“Oh, God.” The slippery friction of Canaan’s cockhead against his shaft had him moaning too. Where they were seemed irrelevant—the tent slipped away, the cold air, the hard ground, the possibility of others hearing, all of it disappeared until it was only the two of them occupying a space Renzo had never found before. A zone where he was hyper aware of both their bodies, their breath, their reactions. Everything synchronizing.
Pleasure coiled deep in his stomach, and he swore Canaan felt it too, his torso tensing under Renzo’s touch. Slumping forward, he moved his hands to Renzo’s chest and captured his mouth in an artless kiss, all need and breath and moans.
“Go...fast.” Canaan’s whole body bucked, balls dragging against Renzo’s, thighs rubbing, every point of contact electric. No way could Renzo deny that request, and he sped up his strokes, panting against the need to let go and come.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ren. Fuck.” Dick pulsing, Canaan came all over Renzo’s fist. The increased warm slipperiness was all it took for Renzo to release his grip on his control and let climax claim him. Felt like a multi-stage blast, stealing his vision and hearing, making time slow down, leveling his internal landscape until there was nothing left.
Gradually, he became aware of Canaan’s warm weight on his chest, his harsh breathing in his ears, the cool air against their superheated skin. A laugh escaped his lungs, and he wasn’t even sure why.
“Oh man. That was...” Canaan chuckled too as he hefted himself off Renzo, found one of their discarded shirts and cleaned them off.
Everything. It was everything. Everything good and right and wonderful, but Renzo didn’t say that. Felt too...raw, maybe. Or fragile. Something he needed to hold close a little longer.
“Never thought...” Now it was his turn to drift off, not sure where he was going with that admission.
“I love showing you new things.” Canaan gave him a fast, hard kiss before fumbling around in the tent. “I’m cold. Fuck. I forgot we were outdoors.”
“I forgot we were on Earth,” Renzo teased as he too pulled on clothes. But when Canaan would have retreated to his own mat and sleeping bag, he yanked him closer. “We can spread both bags over us if you want.”
“You’re big on the sleeping together thing aren’t you?” Canaan didn’t seem put out, though, nestling into Renzo’s side.
“Maybe. Haven’t gotten to do it much,” he admitted. But there was something he loved about having another body next to his, something solid to hold on to. Especially after sex like that, he liked staying close. The worst was when the other person rolled away quickly, clearly done with him and the encounter. Renzo didn’t like how vulnerable even good sex could make him feel, and somehow, holding on to Canaan made those feelings recede to something warm and cozy.
“Okay. I’ll be your pillow. You can keep me from freezing.” Yawning, Canaan snuggled in closer as Renzo arranged the sleeping bags over them. “Think anyone heard us?”