“Uhm, because you said you’d probably be more into books if you could have read about a kickass young Leonidas.” I shook the hardcover at him. “Here it is. If you want it. I didn’t mean to come off as some book snob or something who’s trying to cram reading down your throat. I just thought that it might open up the world of reading to you and—”
He pounded toward me, towel hitting the floor, his bar of soap skittering out of the cotton wrap to slide across the worn board, his gaze pure fire. When his hand came up, I fisted my right hand, ready to fight, but his fingers weren’t balled up. They were loose and settled on the nape of my neck as he closed the small distance between us. His lips crushed down over mine. My eyes flared for a moment, catching a glimpse of his lashes settling on his pink cheeks. He sighed as his mouth settled over mine. The book slid to the floor. I grabbed at his sides, fear quickly replaced with an all-consuming mixture of shock and lust.
Holy shit, Will is kissing me!
He pressed me back, back, back, his tongue seeking entrance that I was happy to give him. My back met the wall just as his tongue slid into my mouth. I’d never had a guy’s tongue in my mouth before but I liked it. A lot. Mine met his, slid over it, picking up the taste of spearmint. A groan slid out of me when he sucked on my tongue, his hips moving like a sidewinder. Hard cock rubbed back and forth over hard cock. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. If I expired now due to lack of oxygen, I would go a happy man.
“You and your fucking books,” Will growled when the kiss broke. I sucked in large gulps of air as he ground against me.
“Sorry?” I licked at his puffy lower lip. A shudder thundered through him. He rubbed the base of my skull with his left hand, his right snaking down between us. The tug on my zipper made me gasp. Will kissed me again, swallowing the inhalation of surprise. His rough fingers dove into my briefs. I slid my hands into his back pockets, found a wet toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste, whipped them in the general vicinity of the bunk beds, and then cupped his tight ass in my palms.
“Fuck,” he panted into my open mouth. “You make me fucking insane.” With that he pushed his tongue back into my mouth then took me in his hand. I nearly blacked out in pleasure as his long fingers went around my cock. I was too close. Far too close. I wanted more. I wanted his dick beside mine. My hand slid free of one pocket to find his zipper. His cock sprang free as soon as I gave the zip a yank.
“Same, fuck, same,” I huffed when his lips grazed my chin then moved down my throat. He tongued the divot of my neck, our cocks now side-by-side, my hand cradling both. He added his grip to mine.
“I’m going to come.” His warning came a second before he did. The hot rush of cum coated my hand and fingers. A whimper bubbled out of me, my head rolled back to rest on the wall, and I pumped my load into our meshed fingers. “Shit that…man, that was…”
“Yeah, so good,” I whispered, lifting the back of my head from the warped board to find him staring at me. I lost myself in the depth of blue his eyes now were. Darker, deeper, still rich with desire. I stole a kiss. His fingers bit deep into my skull as he angled my head. His tongue moved over mine with tenderness, the strokes long and sweet. My dick pulsed, oozing yet another shot of spunk as we tasted each other.
“Want a taste?”
I blinked at him then nodded. His lips twitched. I stole another taste. I could kiss this man forever. Fuck food and water. Just give me Will’s kisses for sustenance.
His fingers slid free of our softening pricks. Fingers slick with cum traced my lips as his gaze held mine. I gave his ass cheek a squeeze then flicked my tongue out to lap up the smear of our combined semen. It was sour and sweet. I think I groaned.
“More?” His question was heady and hot. I nodded. He slid two wet fingers between my lips. I sucked the cum from them. Will’s nostrils flared. He removed his fingers from my mouth then pushed them into his. My cock, spent and soft, stirred just a bit as I watched him clean his fingers then palm off with long, slow flat licks. When he was done, he kissed me again. I rubbed my tongue over his teeth at the same time I gyrated into him. “We taste good together.”
“Like peanut butter and yogurt,” I replied. His look of disgust amused me. I laughed lightly. “Don’t put it down unless you’ve tried it.”
“Is that some tribal food pairing thing?” I shook my head. “Okay, so I won’t be disrespecting your traditions or people when I say no fucking way, dude!”
“Try it. Coffee, yogurt, bananas sliced on peanut butter toast. It’s almost as delicious as you and me.” I leaned in to get one more kiss. He lapped into my mouth. God it was so good. This. Him and me. The taste of us. I never wanted it to end.
Will eased back from the kiss, his clean hand still cupping my head, his gaze locked with mine. “Maybe someday when we have a fridge, we’ll do your nasty ass breakfast together.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He stepped back, his hand falling from my neck. My body missed his heat already. Now that the passion had simmered down, I felt exposed standing there against the wall with my dick out. I jammed it back into my pants, ignoring the stickiness, and zipped my jeans. Will went to the hand pump to wash up. I stayed there shoulders to the wall, unsure of what would happen next. Would he pretend like nothing had taken place as he had before? Mentally preparing for the shun, I bent down to pick up the book with my clean hand.
“You going to wash up here or go down to the river to bathe?” He shook the water from his hands then turned to look at me. His flaccid cock was still out. My sight darted from his dick back to his face. Seeing something on my face he gave me an amused smile then carefully tucked himself away. “If you hurry I might be able to spy on you. See what that sweet ass of yours looks like when it’s bare.”
“You can’t see the washout through that window.” Oh fuck.
A wicked smile played on his sweet, kiss-swollen lips. “Were you trying to see my dick, Yellow Horse?” My face flamed. “Yeah, you were.” He padded over to where I stood, ass resting on the wall, and took the book from me. His lips whispered over mine. “You don’t have to peek, Perry. Any time you want my dick just ask. Can I do the same?”
“Yes,” I breathlessly replied.
“Go wash up. You got that sweaty man reek starting.” My eyes rounded. “I’m kidding. Well, sort of. You don’t stink at all really but you look like you need to center a bit.”
“I…” He moved to the beds then laid the book tenderly on the top bunk. “Yeah, okay.” I eased around him, grabbed my towel, a bar of green soap, and some clean clothes then ducked out of the cabin, the cooler air glorious on my overheated skin. I moved to the river, cutting around the trees, peeling off my clothes as I went. Darkness was blanketing the range now. Barefooted and naked, I dropped my bundle of clothes on the silty riverbank and eased down into the hole. The water swirled around my knees, hips, and then chest. Holding my breath, I slipped under the slow-moving flow then floated up, breathing out, to float on my back. The water eddied around me, swirling me in a slow circle, the sky now ebony black with just a dusting of lilac in the west. Stars winked in the velvety sky. The half moon was rising. My mind was bubbling but my soul was at peace. I’d never felt this way before about a man. Was I falling in love? Was it too soon? Would he laugh if I told him how wonderful he had made me feel? The mad passion that he’d not been able to contain had made me feel so sexy, so desirable…
Sighing like a fool, I shook off the fuzzy fluffy notions. Yes, it had been sizzling sex. But for Will, who got around, it was probably just that. Sex. A slaking of a need. It was imperative that I keep my head and not let my romantic nature get ahead of my sensible side. This wasn’t a novel. Real life wasn’t known to hand out a happily ever after to gay Indian boys just because they dreamed of one. My name was not Cinderella. Will was not a prince. He was a man with a past. Nodding at my return to sensibility, I washed off quickly, scrubbing at my sweaty head with my green bar of soap. After another dip under the chilly water, I hurried to dry off and dress. My damp flesh rose up in goosebumps. Farting around in the dark alone with no weapon—bad on me—was stupid. After I pulled on my boots, I finger-combed my hair then followed the light of the Coleman lantern shining through that grimy pane of glass back to the cabin. Feeling in possession of myself now, I pushed into the cabin, the warmth of the fire welcome.
Will was spread out on the lower bunk with his book open, the Coleman lantern resting on the only table in the cabin. He glanced my way, smiled, and sat up. My heart did this stutter step thing when he patted the thin mattress.
“Okay, so this book is full of words that I don’t know. Do not laugh at me.” I draped my towel over a kitchen chair then pulled it closer to the fire. Will had stoked the flames nicely with the round logs stacked neatly in one corner. Before we left, we’d have to replenish the woodpile for the next lonely cowpoke who needed shelter. “There’s no service out here or I would have looked them up.”
I sat down beside him. Tension radiated off him. “I would never make fun of you for not knowing old Grecian words. You get out and live your life. I hide in books.”
“That’s a really nice way of saying that I’m dumb and you’re a nerd.”