Troy put the chairs away, then focused on stretching out, bending himself in half, eyes closed. He loved the song of Saul’s happiness, and he let it pour over him and make him smile. That wasn’t someone who was stressed or worried. He figured he couldn’t be pushing Saul all that hard, or his lover wouldn’t sound that way.
The tent went quiet and still after a bit. He could tell by the shadow that Saul was sitting up, but couldn’t quite make out what his Master was doing.
He draped his mat over the chair and went to slip into the tent. “Master.”
Saul looked up from the book in his hands and smiled. “My boy. All done?”
“Yes, Sir.” He settled down and zipped the door closed, enclosing them in a little cocoon.
“I made us a little, like, nest in here. So we don’t have to squeeze into each other’s sleeping bags. I just unzipped them and spread them out.” Saul grinned and tossed his book into a corner of the tent. “Body heat.”
“Sounds perfect.” He crawled right into Saul’s space, wanting to touch.
“That’s the stuff.” Saul hunkered right down with him, burying them both in a heavy sleeping bag. “What should we do tomorrow? Hike? Fish? Swim and freeze our nuts off?”
“There’s a couple of great trails, a couple of hippie pools. What’s your pleasure?” He was happy just knowing he could sleep tomorrow, that the alarm wasn’t going to ring and he would be in Saul’s arms.
“Mmm. Bacon and coffee. And then… we’ll see.” Saul laughed and nipped at his ear. “Maybe a nap.”
“Bacon is best eaten outside.” He might even indulge himself.
“See? I’m not as dumb as I look. So, bacon outside, a hike, and… oh. Maybe we’ll do some training and let you earn a handful of stripes. Then we can go sun ourselves on a rock somewhere like a couple of lizards and ponder a scene for after dinner.”
He shivered, a tiny hum escaping him. “You have some good ideas, Sir.”
All of the sudden, Troy wanted a kiss, so badly.
“I think so too, boy. You have any good ideas?” Saul teased him, lips close enough to share breath.
“I’m looking forward to focusing on us, on you, on being together.” He was easy. He wanted to remember how to breathe.
“I am too. I really am. That’s exactly what I want for us this weekend. Focus. Maybe there will be some clarity, maybe a few more questions, it’s all good as long as we’re communicating.” Saul brought their lips together in a kiss that was pretty patient, considering the twenty-five-year-old’s libido.
Troy opened for Saul, encouraging him to take more, to take what he needed.
Saul took his invitation with a moan and leaned into him, muscling him onto his back. Saul took other things too, his mouth, his breath, and kept pushing his hands away every time he tried to touch.
He panted, his nipples hard as rocks, his cock filling as Saul made him forget everything but his Master, his lover.
He shivered as Saul pulled the zipper down on his sweatshirt and growled at the T-shirt he was wearing, then shoved them both up high and pulled one of his nipples, barbell and all into his mouth, sucking hard.
Troy dragged his shirts off, as if that would help him grab control, process that amazing suction. Oh sweet fuck, he’d played with the rings, but this… this was heaven.
He threaded fingers into Saul’s hair, but Saul pushed his hand away again with a grunt. God, that was getting frustrating. Saul pressed a hip into his groin and teeth closed around his nipple, pinching hard.
“Fuck!” White-hot sensation shot through him, and he arched, not entirely sure whether he was angling close or away.
His Master let go quickly and hummed to him, licking and soothing his nipple where those savage teeth had been, and praised him in a dark tone. “Good boy.”
That praise made him whimper, made his cock jerk. Fuck him, he’d do damn near anything to hear that. Saul made the words seem like a promise of the best possible kind.
Saul pulled his own T-shirt off with one hand. “That one was a surprise. This time, you know what’s coming. Eventually.” His Master ducked again, short blond curls falling this way and that, tickling his chest, and a hot tongue circled his other nipple.
He moaned, the world seeming to swim for a second. The anticipation was maddening and wonderful, and he let himself stop waiting, and just felt.
The slow, deliberate attention went on, Saul teased at his hardware and sucked it in hard. Everything was sensitive by the time those teeth closed down, pinching him again.
He pushed up on his elbows, and his hips jerked up in a few uncontrollable thrusts. That was wrong in the most right way.
Saul gripped his hip, pinning it to the ground, and held on this time until the whole area around his nipple went numb before letting go. The burn of the blood coming back was almost as painful as the bite had been. His Master laughed softly, and kissed over his shoulder and up one side of his neck.
He leaned his chin and let Saul have him. His world was that mouth, his nipple, and the way he was grinding them together.
“I think about you, about this, every day. Every damn day, I mean it.” Saul sat back and tugged his sweats down, helping him get them off.
“I ache for you,” he admitted. Like he’d never ached for anyone.
“Oh. God, Troy.” His Master undressed quickly and pulled the sleeping bag back over them both. They kissed again, hips rocking.
He held on, dragging them closer as they tried to eat each other up. Troy liked to set his happy ass on fire.
“You—” Whatever Saul was going to say he swallowed up with his tongue. Eventually Saul broke the kiss off, pressed their foreheads together and tried again. “You on top?”
“You want me to ride you?” He was easy.
“Yeah. Wanna watch you move.” Saul shifted and retrieved a bottle of lube from somewhere above his head. “In a minute.”
He knew how to ride and ride hard. Some things a man never forgot.
They were nice and warm under the covers, but that lube felt cold as ice as Saul’s fingers touched him, teasing his hole. Saul chuckled at his gasp, obviously enjoying his reaction.
“Trying to freeze me in places ice don’t go.” He winked up at Saul, loving that smile.
“Oh, my boy. Ice goes everywhere. I’ll show you sometime.” Saul winked back, the pressure easing as two slick fingers pushed inside him.
His lips parted, and he bore down, taking Saul’s fingers all the way to the hand.
“Jesus. The way you want…” Saul moved inside him, stroking and stretching, and finally added a third.
It was bigger than that. Vast. What Troy felt was need.
Saul kept at him, fucking him with those fingers, well beyond what he would have needed to be ready. “Talk, boy. I want to hear you. Is it enough? Do you want more? Do you need me?”
“I do. I need you like breathing.” He wasn’t ashamed. Saul was on his mind, all the fucking time. “You make me burn, swear to God.”
“Mmm. Good boy. That was lovely. You should talk more often.” Saul rolled off him, leaving him empty and letting in some of the chilly night air. “Come on, boy. I need you too. Now.”
“Hell yes.” Troy moved to straddle Saul, rocking his ass back to tease them both.