Page 31 of Oliver

We sleep in the following morning and I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon. Of course, when I stumble out of bed, Hunter has the kettle simmering. There’s croissants on the counter, and I spread some butter and jam on top of one and gobble it down in only a few bites. Hunter kisses me and slaps my arse before he pours himself some coffee. We eat and then shower before dressing and heading to the next stop on our adventure, the Reading Terminal Market. We have to walk a couple of blocks to the subway which stops nearby.

I’ve never heard of it, which doesn’t surprise me, but I guess it’s one of America’s oldest and largest public markets, carrying all kinds of produce, meats, seafood, baked goods, cheeses and home decor. We’re hoping to find something that we can turn into a delicious meal and also maybe a treat or two. Maybe even eat at one of the many restaurants on the premises of the historic building it’s housed in.

There’s so many different vendors that all sound amazing. I don't know how we’ll get to all of them in one afternoon. Our first stop is a vendor that sells handcrafted African inspired jewelry and it’s exquisite. I purchase some earrings for Amanda and try not to think too hard about whether the gesture is a result of affection, or guilt.

We stop at another vendor that sells honey, candles, and soaps that all look and smell incredible, and another that sells gorgeous linens. The entire place is filled to overflowing with shoppers browsing, and while I’m enjoying myself, I’m also feeling a bit anxious about losing my way in this large of a crowd in a place I’ve never been before. Moments later, Hunter’s hand is in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I relax. The freedom to hold his hand in public is one I don’t take for granted, and I know I will miss it when we return home. Being here, where no one knows who we are, and I don’t have the fear of being judged makes me squeeze his hand in return.

We continue on, and there’s so many delicious looking treats at the multiple bakeries I know I will be leaving here with more sweets than I know what to do with. But Hunter will still encourage me to eat every single one.

We purchase fresh banana bread and several cookies before making our way to a vendor that sells fresh made, hand rolled donuts. When we hear it’s only ten dollars for a dozen we give in and I just know I’ll be gaining weight on this trip, but find myself caring less and less. Especially when I take my first bite and moan around it like a fucking porn star.

Hunter laughs. “Keep it PG, Oli,” he teases, “there’s children here.”

“Piss off,” I tease, then take another bite. “God, it’s like having an orgasm in your mouth.” He laughs again.

We’ve gotten the assorted variety and mine is the S’mores one, while Hunter has chosen one with fresh vanilla frostingand m&ms. We trade after that and sample each others’ before switching back.

“Christ, they should warn you before you come here that you’ll leave having traded your wallet for an extra ten pounds.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle as he grins at me, then licks some frosting off his bottom lip.

When we spot a stand that has gorgeous bouquets of flowers on display, Hunter tugs me over, and I smile when he leans over to smell an arrangement of peonies, sunflowers, and zinnias. There’s also some lovely tulips, chrysanthemums, and roses, as well as lilies, and so many more.

“What do you like best?” he asks me, and I look around for a moment before pointing out a bouquet of sunflowers, ivy and small purple forget me nots.

“Excuse me,” he says to the woman manning the shop, “I’ll take those, please.”

I’m flushing so deeply when he pays and then turns and hands me the bouquet that I must look like a tomato, but I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I take them and breathe them in.

“Thank you,” I say. I can’t believe it but I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before.”

He kisses my cheek and then takes my hand again as we continue on our way. We stop at a place that sells fancy corndogs and decide that’s where we’ll have our lunch, before moving on. When we come upon a stand in the midst of the bustling market that sells tea, both in cups and in canisters that sit atop wooden shelves, we stop again. There’s so many different flavors it’s hard to narrow it down, but after being allowed to smell a few different ones, I decide on a ginger and peach blend that’s delicious and we take a short break while I sip. When we find a coffee stand I insist on purchasing something for Hunter, and he chooses a cappuccino which he sips happily as we walk.

Lastly, we make a stop in the meat and poultry section and purchase a beautiful brisket to cook that evening.

We nap again when we return to the RV and then enjoy the lake in the late afternoon before supper. We watch a movie while dining and then head outside and lie on our blanket again to gaze at the stars.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you today,” Hunter says as we lie side by side, pointing out different conglomerations of stars and what we think they look like. Hunter doesn’t hesitate to direct my attention to one that looks like a penis, making me laugh.

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “I really enjoyed being with you, too,” I tell him, and he slides his hand around to grip my neck, nuzzling my nose with his before he kisses me.

The kisses grow more heated rather quickly and then he’s climbing on top of me and I feel his hard cock pressing against mine as our tongues tangle. When he reaches down to stroke my cock, I moan and run my fingers through his hair. He presses kisses to my neck, then lifts the hem of my shirt and kisses his way from my belly button to my pecs, where he slides his tongue over my nipple, making me gasp, before he nibbles and sucks on the hard nub. He moves to the other nipple and repeats the gesture and I let out a string of undignified noises. When he grips my waistband and tugs, I don’t hesitate in lifting my hips for him. There’s nothing I want more right now than to let him take me under the stars, and there’s no one else around, so why not?

He must have planned this, because he’s got a packet of lube and condom ready as soon as his own shorts are off and lying next to mine. His body is breathtaking in the moonlight, his hard cock glistening as he coats it in lube. I bend my knees and spread my legs for him. He doesn’t spend much time stretching me before he’s at my hole and pressing inside. I grip his shouldersas my legs rest against his arms and he bottoms out, his eyes not leaving mine the entire time. And I can’t help but feel like we’re doing something other than just fucking; like I’m being made love to; like the way he touches me and kisses me and looks at me isn’t just a desire to make me happy. He doesn’t just want to make me feel owned and bring me pleasure. He wants me to feel cherished, valued, worthy, adored. And I’m floored by the knowledge that this man, this boy, has captured my heart so completely in such a short amount of time.

We come together, each other’s name on our lips, and when I fall asleep in his arms that night, I can’t help wishing we could stay this way forever. Because no matter how hard I try, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself from falling in love with Hunter Price.

HUNTER

“Christ, this is pure, unadulterated porn,” Oliver remarks from his seat next to me. We’re on the road again, on our way to Baltimore, but I have a surprise stop for Oli on the way there. He seemed a bit more morose last night and this morning and I’m hoping it will cheer him up.

I laugh. “Until You?”

He’s so engrossed in his book he doesn’t register that I asked him a question until several seconds later. “Hmm?” he says, lifting his head and looking at me.

I laugh again. “You still readingUntil You? It was spicy but I wouldn’t call it porn.”

“Oh, no, I finished that a bit ago and just startedStepbrother Mineby the same author. Christ these two are filthy. Nothing but kinky sex for pages. Although I am enjoying the flashbacks.Those are sweet. And don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying the sex too, I just might need to change my underwear after.”

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