When I’d woken up, he’d already been gone long enough to make it home and on the road without an official goodbye. I’d agreed it was for the best. Teenage boys weren’t known for their loving moments, and I was sure it would have been a whole bunch of kicking dirt around with our shoes and mumbling bullshit.
But as I’d lay there in the bed alone, I’d cried my motherfucking eyes out for that kid. For ten years we’d been joined at the hip. Where Otto Wilde went, so went Seth Walker. Even our teachers at school got so used to the two of us together, when they said “Walker and Wilde” everyone knew it meant Otto and Seth. Not John, not Ross, not any one of my million siblings. If one of us showed up somewhere without the other, it was always, “Where’s your other half?” Even when we were ten years old.
So that morning when I’d awoken without Seth Walker’s slender, teenaged frame next to mine in bed… I’d thought my life was over. And when he’d sent me the letter claiming to want to break things off with me, I’d known it for sure. All that had been left for me after that was to run as far away from Hobie and my heart as I could get. Distract myself with something so grueling, so challenging, that I didn’t have a spare moment or molecule of energy to spend missing my other half.
And now here he was again. Right in front of me and mine for the taking.
A branch cracked under my shoe, and he turned to face me. The faded green hat looked like it had been beat all to hell, as if maybe he’d worn it every single moment we’d been apart.
“Hey,” I said across the remaining few feet between us.
He paused just a beat before flinging himself at me, crashing against me the way he always did when he was upset and tightening his arms around my neck to bring the two of us as close as possible.
I breathed him in. His hair was damp from a recent shower, and I could smell the Irish Spring on his skin. He smelled amazing. Familiar and sexy, clean but ready to get dirty again. I reached my tongue out to swipe against his neck, tasting the slightest hint of salt, most likely from the heat of the afternoon as he made his way through the trees to wait for me under the setting sun. His muscles felt firm under my hands as I ran them up under his shirt and enjoyed the bare skin of his back. The shorts he was wearing were loose enough on his hips for me to sneak my fingers down under the waistband and feel the smooth, rounded cheeks of his ass.
He moaned into my neck and thrust his pelvis into mine. “You gonna start that right off, Wilde Man?” he asked in a muffled voice. “Not that I’m complaining…”
I knew the mature thing to do would be to sit down and talk. But fuck mature.
After grabbing the hat off his head and sticking it on my own head backwards, I sank to my knees in the scrubby grass leading up to the little dock. My hands fumbled with his shorts until I managed to get them open and shove them down, revealing a sexy as hell pair of tiny black briefs underneath. I glanced up at him in surprise.
“These your fishin’ pants?” I teased, pulling out one leg band before letting it snap back in place on his gorgeous ass.
His face bloomed pink, and I thought I might have just fallen even more in love with him if that was at all possible.
“Just because I wore scrubby clothes on the outside, doesn’t mean I can’t put a little something special on underneath for a certain someone,” he said. The corner of his mouth turned up in a little smirk that was cute as hell. My heart couldn’t take how much I loved him.
“Well… I apologize in advance for this then,” I said before stripping them off him so fast, there was a tiny plume of fictional smoke left in their wake.
Walker’s face lit up in a grin as he pulled his T-shirt off just as quickly. “You’ll notice I’m not complaining.”
I nuzzled my nose in his groin and wrapped my arms around his ass for a moment just to feel him and smell him and know he was mine. His fingers came up to skate across my head, no doubt feeling the pokey stubble of my buzz cut. After inhaling his scent one last time, I pulled away and ran my tongue around his balls before swiping up his shaft and taking the head of his cock into my mouth.
Seth’s fingers tightened on my scalp as I began to bathe his cock in saliva and suck on the head with increasing pressure.