Of Love (4 page)

“I…. Damn, honey.” Kent finished the sentence with a moan.

Humming, Dex kept sucking as he started bobbing his head. He went down on Kent, then pulled back, nearly off, before taking more in again. Kent’s hips began to move, pushing a little bit harder now, a bit faster. He wrapped his hands around them, tugging Kent in deeper and swallowing around the hard tip.

Kent stilled, went up on tiptoe. He bobbed furiously, wanting to make Kent come.

“I…. Honey….” Oh, that was a warning if he’d ever heard one.

He pulled harder, swallowing every time Kent’s cock moved into his throat. His lips parted even farther as Kent’s prick swelled, then shot for him. His mouth and throat filled, and he swallowed over and over, some of it dribbling out of his mouth and along his chin.

“Oh God. Honey. I. Wow.”

Dex took his time letting go, enjoying the feeling of Kent’s cock on his tongue. Kent’s head was down, eyes closed, lips open. He kissed the top of Kent’s pubes again, before rising up, leaning against Kent, and panting.

Kent pushed one hand into Dex’s workout pants, fingers wrapping around his prick, measuring him from base to tip.

“Fuck!” Dex closed his eyes, mouth searching blindly for Kent’s.

Kent kissed him, tongue-fucking his lips. Pleasure shot between his mouth and his cock in a loop.

It surprised him that Kent’s fingers were callused, rough. It felt good, those imperfections sliding along his cock. He’d expected silk, soft. Not a working man’s hands.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, hips pushing his cock along Kent’s palm.

“Won’t. Promise.” The words were simple, but he believed them.

He took another kiss, breathless and sloppy. Sucking Kent off had kept him diamond hard, and now he was raring to go, racing toward the finish line. He’d never had a hand job that felt so good.

Kent started focusing on the tip of his cock, the zing of pleasure almost too much. He grunted and bit at Kent’s lower lip, his whole body jerking.

“Yeah. That’s good.” Kent never let up, not at all.

Dex nodded, beyond words now. Almost shocked at how good it was.

Kent covered his lips in another kiss, tongue pushing in, adding to his pleasure. He wriggled his hips a touch, and that was just perfect. He just needed a bit more, just something…. Kent’s thumb dug into his slit, and that was it, that little sting.

He cried out, hips punching forward as he shot hard.

“Oh yeah. There you go. There you go, honey.”

Dex nodded, leaning their foreheads together again.

“Mmm.” Kent’s touch gentled, drawing his pleasure out.

He shuddered, breathing hard. “You’re something else, Kent.”

“Just a gay man that’s totally into sex.”

“Is there any man who isn’t?” Kent sure did make it fucking good.

Kent shrugged. “Don’t know. Never met him.”

And he was laughing again. “God, Kent. Being with you is a fucking joy.”

Kent laughed with him, kissed his nose playfully.

“Come on. I’ve got come-legs. Better go find my bed.”

“Come-legs. I love it.” Kent wrapped an arm around him, supporting his backside. “Which way?”

“Two steps and to the left.” Dex had to laugh at himself. “We were almost there.”

“Go, team us!”

God, Kent cracked him up.

They managed to make it to the bed, which he’d sort of made today, so he pulled the comforter back, and they landed on his mattress together. They were mostly undressed at this point, kicking off pants and socks, wiggling together. Then they were finally totally naked, close and pressed up tight together.

It felt intimate and good.

“This okay, honey?” Kent asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, it really is.”

That first time sharing a bed awkwardness was missing. Just totally not there. Weird.

Kent stroked his hair, the back of his neck. He hummed happily at the touches, his own fingers finding Kent’s spine and moving along it.

“You’re something else, honey.” Kent pressed a kiss to his collarbone, caressed him.

“Ditto.” He rubbed their noses.

Kent looked at him. “Still want to go camping?”

“Shit yes. I just want to make sure we have a decent camping bed with us, though.”

Kent’s laugh rang out. “No rocky humping for us?”

“Rocky humping.” He shook his head. “No. Sylvester Stallone never did anything for me.”

Kent’s continued laughter was a joy to hear. “No? He has a great hairdresser.”

“Are you into hair?” Dex was in trouble if that was the case. His was utilitarian. It was easy to just wash and go, easy to get in and out of the water with it as short as he had it.

“Into hair like do I want to rub it on things, like in a sexy way?” Kent looked a little freaked, to be honest, wide-eyed. “Are there people that are into that?”

“I meant into guys who have great hair, running your fingers through it.”

Kent seemed to think, just quiet for a minute, then shook his head. “No. I don’t really think that’s me.”

“I was just wondering. Because of the hairdresser comment.” This was the most bizarre post-sex conversation he’d ever had.

“I think I was just trying to be clever. How’s that working out for me?” Kent asked.

Dex started laughing. “Oh thank God, because I thought I was losing it.”

They laughed together, just like they were old friends. He stayed close, enjoying being with Kent. He didn’t feel like he needed to be Mr. Smooth or Mr. Sexy. He could just be himself. Which was handy. He wasn’t good at being anyone else.

“Tell me you’ll stay a while.” He didn’t want to have to see Kent to the door.

“How do you feel about waffles?” Kent asked.

“They make a great breakfast.” Though not one Dex indulged in very often.

“I’ll have you know, I order a fabulous breakfast.”

“Yeah? I’d love to see that.” There was a lot he’d love to see Kent do.

“It’s a deal. Nudge me when you’re hungry.”

“You got it.”

Kent was staying the night. Fucking A. Dex grinned and tugged Kent closer. This worked. This so worked for him.

CAMPING. HOW
fun! Kent packed his gear—well, packed was a strong term, really. He grabbed the totes marked “camping” and loaded them in the SUV. Ta da. Which was perfect timing because Dex pulled up in his little smart car—they were taking Kent’s SUV out there. Far more practical once they left the city.

Dex jumped out, grinning. “Hey.”

“Hey, you!” He locked the door to his storage area down in the parking garage. “Perfect timing.”

“Excellent.” Dex pulled out a large backpack and a tent from his little car and put them in the back of Kent’s SUV. Then Dex came over and grinned, bending for a kiss.

He gave it easily. They’d had a lovely night together and a better breakfast, feeding each other before making love in the shower. He hadn’t really wanted to go home, but he’d known they would be back together that afternoon for their expedition.

Moaning into the kiss, Dex grabbed his ass and pulled him close. “Mmm. I’ve been waiting to do that since you left.”

“Yeah? You ready for three days alone?”

“With you, yeah, totally.” Dex pushed Kent’s hair behind his ear. “Just you, me, and the great outdoors.”

“Let’s go get goodies. Our camp site’s reserved, so we’re good to go.”

“Let me guess, you want candy?” Dex grinned at him.

“S’mores! And I love anything cooked outside.”

Dex climbed into the passenger side of the SUV. “I’ll follow your lead.”

“Oh, I want this to be good for both of us.” Everything they did let him learn something new about Dex.

“It will be. I don’t have any foods that I have to have to make it a good camping trip, though.” Dex chuckled. “I have been known to subsist on nothing more than PowerBars and water.”

“Oh man. No. No, I need coffee and bacon.” Kent liked to indulge himself.

“We’re going to have to do a lot of hiking if were having bacon.” Dex sounded perfectly serious.

“Bacon is necessary for life. You know that, right?” Kent got that Dex had to follow a diet for training and stuff, but it was
bacon
.

“Maybe very rarely. It’s terrible for you. I mean I’m not a food Nazi or anything. I did have candied bacon after all—but… well, bacon is not good for you.”

“I buy the nitrate free…,” Kent offered.

Dex gave him a grin. “I’m not going to begrudge you your bacon, babe. I am going to chase your sweet heinie up and down the hill because of it, though.”

“Good thing I like to wander, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, I don’t think we’d be compatible if you didn’t like to move.”

Kent got that. He did. He liked to be busy; he just wasn’t the most disciplined man on earth.

“And I’m not being judgy, honest. I just really like to be active, and it would be harder to do things together if you didn’t.”

“I like to go too. I love being busy. Love it.”

Dex smiled at him. “Yeah, I got that impression.”

They pulled up in front of the Whole Foods around the corner from Kent’s place.

“Mmm. I wonder if they have those amazing mashed potatoes today.” Kent loved their potatoes.

“Are those campfire food?” Dex asked, eyes twinkling.

“Nope. Those are a nummy precampfire snack.”

Laughing, Dex got out and waited for him to grab his reusable bags.

“I love Whole Foods. I love the weird cheeses and interesting beers.” He enjoyed poking around and seeing what all there was.

“I like that they’ve got a lot of organic stuff. Some of the shit that gets put into so-called food is terrible.”

“Yeah?” Kent didn’t really care. He just liked exploring.

“Yeah. It’s just stuff we don’t need to be eating, you know? I’m not a zealot about it or anything.” Dex bumped their hips.

“Cool. I like food, but I’m a total geek. Coffee and doughnuts.”

“It’s a good look on you.”

“It’s just me.” He was who he was.

“I like just you an awful lot, Kent.” Dex threw a twenty-four pack of water in the cart.

“Do you think we need more than that?” Kent asked. What if they got really dehydrated with all that hiking?

“We can get a few.” Dex threw a couple more twenty-four packs in. “The site has water if we run out.”

“Cool. Water is important and I worry.” Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, right?

“It is. People have died because they didn’t have it.”

“Yeah.” Kent grabbed another case, just because.

Dex pointed to the marshmallows next. “I like s’mores, but I love roasted marshmallows even more.”

“Well, we’ll get an extra bag of them.”

“Two,” Dex suggested, giving him a grin.

“Oooh! I’ve found your weak spot.”

“Yeah, you might have.” Dex bumped their hips again.

They had a ball shopping. They bought fruit and burgers, chicken breasts and candy, shelf-stable milk and cereal. They probably had enough food for a week instead of three days, but it was fun.

Dex insisted on paying when they got to the cash register. “Your money is no good here.”

“Are you sure?” Oh God. That was neat.

“I’m sure. My treat. So it’s like a three-day date.”

“I haven’t looked forward to anything so much in a long time,” Kent admitted.

“Yeah, me too.” Dex’s eyes were lit up, his smile warm.

They cashed out and loaded everything into the SUV, then headed out of the city, singing along with the radio and making small talk. The forecast promised to be stunning, warm without being too hot, sunny, and no rain. The nights would be cool enough to snuggle, though, which was perfect. September really was a beautiful time of the year.

Dex popped out when they got to the park entrance, going to the ranger station to pay their fee. He was back moments later, grinning. “It’s a slow weekend what with everyone being back at school and all. Looks like we might have the place to ourselves if we go to one of the far camping areas.”

“Yeah? Perfect. I wonder what they know that we don’t.”

“That it’s off-season?” Dex grinned, shrugged. “I’m pleased anyway.”

“Me too. Hell, even if it rains, we have the rain fly and body heat.”

“Mmm. Body heat.” Dex gave him a wink.

“Yep.” The road got rougher, and he found himself focusing on keeping them on the road.

Dex stayed quiet, not distracting him aside from when they came to a fork in the road. “Go left. There’s a little lake that way.”

“Good deal.” Kent turned, the road getting even bumpier.

“It’s a damn good thing we brought your car.”

“Yeah. It’s rougher than I expected.”

“That’s what he said.” Dex grinned as he said it.

Kent cracked up, relaxing as the ride evened out, the campground coming into view. It was beautiful, a clearing opening up onto a small beach next to a gorgeous little lake.

Dex leaned toward the windshield. “Oh nice.”

“Look at that.” Kent parked the car and just sat there for a second. “Wow.”

“It might give you a run for your money.”

“Mmm. That’s too bad.” Still, he got it. That was an amazing view.

Dex chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw you over for a lake and some trees.”

“Oh, you can have both for three days.”

“I know. I’m a lucky man.”

“Yeah.” He was too. Honestly. “Shall we set up our site?”

“You bet. Make sure we’re set up and have everything in place before we start hiking or, you know, horizontal hiking.” Dex winked.

Kent liked that. Horizontal hiking.

Dex proved he’d done this before, the tent going up easily between them, and their sleeping bags were compatible, zipping together like they were made for it. They kept the food stored in the back of the SUV, set up the fire pit and buckets for washing.

“If we take one of the flats of water to the lake, I bet we can submerge it near the edge and have almost cold water,” Dex suggested.

“That sounds good. Is there a way to tether it?”

“I’ve got some rope. We should be able to attach it to a tree.” Dex stroked his ass.

Kent leaned into the touch, the caress making him smile. “Works for me.”

“Cool. Let’s get that set up and wet our feet a little.” Dex’s eyes shone.