Page 20 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
“Poor little rich kid. You weren’t kidding. About the richpart, I mean. Not the poor part. I wouldn’t know about that. I mean, I knowabout being poor, but not about you being pitiful. Wow. I’m totally babbling. Isound like an idiot.”
Jesse chuckled. “I’m used to it. I try to keep fromstartling people too much with the reveal. Hey, surprise! I’m filthy rich! Hopeyou still like me!”
Christopher laughed. “Do people really stop liking youbecause of that?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Well, peoplearesurprising.That’s one thing you can count on them to be.” Christopher grew quiet andseemed to be thinking something over. “When Darla said you give enough money tothe park…”
“She meant my family.”
“The Birch Family Bald Eagle Sanctuary at Smoky MountainDreams.”
Jesse nodded.
“I guess I should’ve figured you were at least related, butit never crossed my mind.”
“Why should it? I’m glad it didn’t.”
Christopher ate more of his cookie. “So you don’t work foryour father, and neither does your sister. I take it the family business genedidn’t get passed down to the two of you?”
“My sister married the son of my father’s CFO. He a niceguy. Paul Newton. Heard of him? No? Well, because of that she’s still in prettydeep. I wanted nothing to do with it, and my father was fine with my choice. Icaused him enough grief over the years that he’s mainly just happy if I stayout of it all.”
“Because of how you came out?”
“Because of who I am,” Jesse said, remembering the fights,the recriminations, the endless sense of not being what his father wanted, andthe inner rage at the idea that maybe he really was the one who should change. “Sellingmy shares and future position in the company to Paul for a lifetime annuity wasthe best thing I’ve ever done, even if my father initially took offense at thattoo. It was worth it to get out from under his thumb. I have more money than I’llever need from the sale anyway.”
“So…” Christopher paused. “I guess we both come from millingfamilies, in a way.”
Jesse grinned. “Looks like we have even more in common thanwe thought.”
In the low light Jesse could see the heat in Christopher’seyes. Jesse’s cock thickened in his jeans. He wanted to grab fistfuls ofChristopher’s hair, and pull Christopher’s mouth to his own. Taste his tongueand lick his white teeth, and kiss his way down Christopher’s long, pale neckuntil he could get his hands up under Christopher’s shirt to tweak his nipples.There was no time like the present.
Christopher’s eyes lingered on Jesse’s lips, and despite thetightening thrill of anticipation, Jesse couldn’t resist saying, “Given myfamily’s resources and the desire to avoid scandal—especially since my dad’sold enough now that a heart attack would seriously diminish the fun of givinghim one—I’ll have to ask you to sign a waiver acknowledging that you’re soberand consenting before I kiss you.”
“Wait—what? Sign a—you’re going to kiss me?”
“I’m kidding,” Jesse said, and almost laughed at Christopher’screstfallen expression. “About the waiver,” he whispered, and then leaned in.
Christopher’s lips were soft, and he responded eagerly,deepening the kiss. The taste of ginger and icing mingled with Christopher’sown flavor, and Jesse moved in for more. He didn’t know if it was the chill asthe ovens cooled, or the fact that he’d been abstinent for almost two months,but fire seemed to spark between them, and in a desperate rush he greedilykissed and bit. He moved down to latch onto Christopher’s neck, sucking hardenough that Christopher gasped and arched before diving for his mouth again.Jesse jammed his hands up under Christopher’s shirt and coat, sliding hisfingers over soft skin and the sparse hair on Christopher’s chest.
Christopher panted and squirmed, moving against himurgently. Jesse thought it must have been a while for him too, because he waswhimpering in Jesse’s ear, and grabbing fistfuls of Jesse’s hair to pull himback up for another searing kiss. Their breath co-mingled and puffed into theair around them, a hot dampness that seemed to settle on Jesse’s nose andeyelashes. He growled a little, his teeth digging into Christopher’s ear, andthen he gently bit his way down the side of his neck again.
“God,” Christopher moaned.
Jesse found Christopher’s nipples with his fingers andtweaked them before coming back up to suck on his full bottom lip and dive intohis mouth for another taste of his tongue. Christopher pushed against hisshoulders, and Jesse went down to the floor, dragging Christopher on top ofhim, the weight hitting him in all the necessary places, especially Christopher’shard cock, which pressed urgently against Jesse’s.
“Mmm.” Jesse rubbed his fingers over Christopher’s hair,loving the smooth, straight feel of it, and how it ran through his fingers likeshort stalks of silk.
Christopher moved against him, the sound of their jeansrubbing together filling the mill with aruch-ruchsound. Jesse moved his hands from the soft skin of Christopher’s back down tohis jeans, squeezed his ass, and then slid beneath his cotton underwear to griphis flesh. Christopher bucked against him, eyes closed in the dim light of themill. His head was back, exposing his neck, and Jesse moved in to suck and kissthere as they rutted together on the hard mill floor.
“Can I? I just…” Christopher panted, reaching between themand going for Jesse’s zipper.
They’d gone from zero to wherever this was in minutes, andJesse didn’t want it to stop. It was exhilarating and fun. It was hot, andChristopher’s mouth was wonderful, his hands were firm, and he seemed to knowwhat he wanted and what he was doing. Jesse loved sex without bullshit. Heloved sex that just got to the goddamn point.
He nodded and reached down too, batting Christopher’s handaway to get his own zipper undone while Christopher did the same. Jesse groanedas soon as he saw Christopher’s dick—cut, rosy-tipped, and with a pearl ofpre-cum at the slit, long enough for Jesse to be impressed, but not so thick thatJesse would pity any guy that Christopher wanted to slam it into.
They pushed their pants down just below their hips, enoughthat their cocks and balls could get the attention they were aching for. Inother circumstances the cool air of the mill on his dick might have made itrecoil and shrink, but he was too horny—too eager to get whatever he could fromthe cute, sweet guy who seemed completely bent on the same thing he was. ThankGod.
