“Can we kiss some more?” George asked.
Levi’s lips twitched. “I’m not sure if kissing you more this close to all these beds is a good idea. I promise I’ll behave, but man, you’re putting thoughts in my head.”
“I trust you to keep them to just thoughts.” And he did trust him. Zero worry of Levi losing his mind and doing something George didn’t want or invite. That level of trust after knowing the man for only a handful of weeks was dizzying but also...nice. “I like feeling close to someone who isn’t related me. And it’s a completely new kind of trust.”
“Oh George.” Levi traced a single fingertip from George’s temple to his collarbone. “I like being close to someone who makes me feel as innocent as he is. Unmarked by all the turmoil in my past.”
“I’m glad I can give that to you.” George leaned up on his toes to kiss Levi again. “Lock the door.”
Levi did, reacting to the order as if George had zapped him with a Taser. Then they were sitting together on Levi’s bed, hip to hip, mouths fused in a long, unending kiss that left George floating on the best kind of joy. Hands didn’t stray lower than their chests or arms. Levi seemed to love running his fingers through George’s hair, and it felt a lot like being petted, and George loved it. They kissed until George was pretty sure they’d have to take turns in the shower to relieve themselves of the arousal, and he didn’t care.
It was all worth it. His first kiss had turned into dozens, and George had never been happier in his life.
* * *
Levi woke the next morning with a boner so intense he gasped once he realized he was on his stomach, boxers twisted in such a way that said boner was not in a comfortable position. After making out with George for ages last night, he’d barely been able to calm his dick down enough to take a whiz before falling asleep alone.
Sort of alone. George was in the room, but on his own bunk, while Levi desperately wanted the younger man in his arms. He shifted around to gaze at the lump of George beneath his blanket. George faced the wall, back to him, and seemed to be asleep. As much as Levi wanted to palm his dick and get off to the memories of last night, he wasn’t about to do that with George less than six feet away.
The rooms were not very big.
Instead, he untangled from his own bedding and went into the small bathroom. It was serviceable, like a cheap roadside motel. He brushed his teeth before climbing into the shower. Since his dick showed no signs of calming down, Levi used a bit of his own soap to handle the problem. He refused to let himself fantasize about George, though. Instead, he pulled on one of his favorite unexplored kinks: someone younger and smaller than him going to town on his ass. Unfortunately, the nameless, faceless younger top very quickly morphed into George, and Levi turned the cold water on full blast.
In no universe was he perving on his roommate.
The cold water helped, and Levi finished his shower. Since George was still asleep when Levi was dried and dressed in his regular jogging clothes, he left their room and wandered downstairs. Food smells filtered out from the kitchen; Levi took a chance on poking his head inside. Patrice, Miles and Shawn were working in tandem to create the Monday morning breakfast, and Shawn noticed him first.
“Hey, dude, you have an okay night?” Shawn asked.
Levi appreciated his discretion. “A really good night, thanks. It’s odd being here as a guest, but it’s also kind of fun being on vacation for the first time in forever. And speaking of vacation, aren’t you and Miles supposed to be on your own?”
Patrice’s warbling laughter filled the room. “These boys can’t seem to stay out of my kitchen. Once a cook, always a cook. But I will never say no to the company. I love all my boys, even the ones who leave the nest.”
“I was never technically in the nest,” Miles said. “Just an observer who enjoys making sausage gravy for Patrice’s famous buttermilk biscuits.”
“The young lad has improved upon my own recipe for his diners up at the ghost town saloon.”
“Hush, Patrice, no one will ever beat your gravy.”
Levi chuckled at the banter. He’d tried both Patrice and Miles’s version of sausage gravy and each had their own merits in terms of flavor. It also wasn’t something Levi indulged in often, though.
“Plus, for me,” Shawn said, “once Robin and I finally close on the house and can move in, I won’t have any more chances to cook breakfast here. I’m okay with getting up early but not that early.”
“We’ll definitely miss you in the kitchen,” Patrice replied. “He did a remarkable job taking over for me last year when I broke my collarbone.”
“It was my pleasure.”
The pair shared a fond, secretive smile that Levi didn’t completely understand. He excused himself through the backdoor and began a light jog toward cabin row. Some lights were on in various windows as the hands slowly came awake for the new day. Levi ran familiar paths through the lands he’d come to memorize over the last year of his life, thankful to live in such a beautiful place. And to work with people who treasured this gorgeous piece of nature, rather than taking it for granted.
His mind constantly wandered back to last night’s kisses with George, and he really wanted to kiss him again. Kiss him all the time. Do other things with him. Show him so much pleasure that they’d both burst from it. One step at a time, though. One very slow step at a time. Levi never wanted to push or accidentally do something George was not genuinely ready for.
Besides, Levi wasn’t sure how thin the guesthouse walls were, and he didn’t want to embarrass George in front of the other guests with loud sex noises. His tiny house was a much better, much more remote option for that.
Noooope, not going there.
The morning was cool enough that he hadn’t broken much of a sweat by the time he circled back to the guesthouse. He went in through the front and waved at the Briggs-King family, who were lounging in the living area waiting for the breakfast bell. George was in the bathroom when Levi entered their room, shower running, so he changed into regular clothes. George exited the bathroom dried and dressed a few minutes later, hair still damp and a little unruly.
“Hey, you were up early,” he said.
“Old habits,” Levi replied. “I got a good run in, though. Favorite way to start the day.”
George smiled but something about it seemed forced. “So apparently guests are woken up by some sort of terrifying rooster call. It definitely got me out of bed.”
“I must have been too far out to hear it, but Robin’s told me about that. It makes sure everyone is up in time for the breakfast bell.” He checked his phone. “Which should be any moment.”