Page 76 of Sweet T

“Good,” Evan said. “I’m glad.”

“I don’t see you as either of those things, Evan. I just see you. But you’ve been surrounded by all things me since you got here. I wanted to bring you out here because it’s neutral ground for us–no family, no friends, no business, nothing. Just me.”

“And me.”

“And you.”

Tucker stared intently, his expression nearly lost to darkness. Evan felt it, though, and he didn’t look away.

“It’s a gorgeous night,” Tucker said. “Let me show you one of the reasons I love it here.”

He opened the truck door and reached behind the seat for some blankets. Evan got out on his side and closed the door.

Tucker went to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. He spread the thick blankets on top of each other, spanning the truck bed. “The liner softens things a bit, and these blankets will help cushion as well.”

Evan wasn’t listening to him, though. He wandered past Tucker to the center of the road behind them. “It’s so bright,” he said.

Tucker turned, leaning against the open tailgate. Evan was in the center of the road, turning slowly, hands out, head down, watching his shadow. “The moon–it’s like the sun. My shadow is as distinct as if it were daytime. I’ve never seen anything like this. There are no lights, and yet I can see everything crystal clear.”

Tucker watched Evan marvel over something he’d always known. Evan continued to move, dancing with his shadow. For the second time, he looked like an angel to Tucker. Maybe even Cupid, like Shelly had suggested. He was small, and underneath his taut t-shirt, Tucker knew there were wings. He thought about spooning him in bed the night before and he wanted to hold him again.

“Sorry,” Evan said, stopping. “Sometimes I get caught up, indulging in my own little fantasy world.”

“I’m the one indulging.”

Evan went to Tucker, pressed up against him, pinning him to the tailgate. “Do you like watching me dance?”

“I’m thinking I could watch you do just about anything–wash dishes, tie your shoes, brush your teeth.”

“Now, you sound like a stalker.”

“That’s not what I–”

“Relax,” Evan said. Reaching up and putting his arms around Tucker’s neck. “I know.”

Tucker bent down, pressing his forehead to Evan’s. “I–I want to kiss you. Is that OK?”

“I was kinda hoping you would.”

Tucker pressed his lips to Evan’s. It was a sweet kiss, tender. His hands tightened on Evan’s hips, pulling him closer. When they parted, Evan’s eyes fluttered open. “My. That was nice.”

Tucker grinned, breaking eye contact.

“You’re adorable, you know,” Evan continued. “You’re almost twice my size, yet you're so gentle and so shy, with me anyway. It’s charming, and a little addictive. I enjoy being the center of attention, you know.”

“You definitely have my attention. What they say is true—good things come in small packages.”

“Maybe,” Evan said, on tiptoes now, grinding his pelvis into Tucker’s. “Me? I like the bigger packages.”

Tucker felt his cock stir. He reached back with both hands, pushing to lift himself up and away onto the tailgate. He patted the space to his left for Evan to sit next to him.

Evan gestured to the blankets on the truck bed behind Tucker. “Um, is that what you wanted to show me? Because it’s not very subtle if you’re playing hard to get.”

Tucker laughed, scooting back farther into the truck bed. “Get your mind out of the gutter and get up here next to me.”

He lay on his back, his body taking up most of the bed’s length. Evan climbed up, sitting down next to him before reclining.

“This,” Tucker said, lifting his hand up and out, “is what I wanted to show you.”

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