Page 73 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Jesse shrugged. “I don’t think I want you to pay me.”
Christopher’s mouth fell open and he shook his head. “I’mnot comfortable with that. I commissioned you to do a job, which you didbeautifully, and I want to pay you for it.”
“All right. I’ll have Amanda bill you.”
“The same amount you’d bill anyone else.”
Jesse’s lips turned up slyly at the edges. “Am I so obvious?”
“Yes.”
Jesse’s fingers were cold when they touched Christopher’sface. “C’mere.”
Christopher kissed him. His mouth was sweet and warm, stilltasting of pumpkin spice and the hard cider they’d sipped. In the darknessbeyond the lantern, the grass and leaves rustled in the breeze, and the nightsounds in the woods came to life.
Jesse pushed up to kneeling and took Christopher’s face inhis hands, deepening the kiss until Christopher was gasping, shaking all overwith urgency and affection. Jesse pulled back, his eyes glowing in the lowlantern light, and their shadows cast over the field.
“Lean back,” he whispered, pressing on Christopher’sshoulders until he sat against the tree, the night air making their breathscome in puffs between them.
Jesse clicked off the lantern and the moonlight became theironly light, disappearing and reappearing from between dark clouds shiftingslowly across the sky. Christopher’s hands shook as he touched Jesse’s face.His rough stubble, less groomed than usual, dragged against Christopher’ssensitive finger pads. He leaned in for another kiss, taking Jesse’s mouth,praising it with his own and moaning as the kiss took heat again.
The tree rubbed against his back as he dragged Jesseforward, gripping his jacket in both hands as spit and breath wet their chins,cheeks, and lips in sweet, urgent touching. As Jesse moved his mouth downChristopher’s neck, shiveringly good, wracking Christopher with a wish formore—right now,pleasenow—he stared up at the nightsky. The stars and moon above, the clouds, and the black outline of themountains carved out the privacy of this tiny valley for them. Just for them.
Jesse dragged his hands up Christopher’s spread thighs,cupping his hardness, and he grunted against his neck. “I want to suck you.Now.”
Christopher groaned and knocked Jesse’s hand away,whispering, “Hold on, hold on.” He pushed up the tree, keeping his back to thebark, the bite of it as he stood centering and compelling. With fumblingfingers, he got his cock free, and he shivered at the shadowed form of Jessekneeling in front of him. He grabbed hold of Jesse’s hair, and Jesse steadiedhimself on Christopher’s thighs, then opened wide and took him in.
The difference between the cold air and the heat of Jesse’smouth and throat was intoxicating, and Christopher threw his head back, cryingout sharply—a sound that echoed all around. A twitter of bats or birds werejostled from the trees across the field, flapping in the night. His jacket wasbunched up on his stomach where he held it with one hand, and his underwear andjeans pulled tight around his hips, but his cock was buried in Jesse’s mouth,and he was close enough to coming just from that. It’d been over a week sincethey’d had this, and based on the way Jesse was sucking him like he wanted topull his orgasm out of him before his next breath, they were both desperate forit.
The pressure grew in Christopher’s balls, the heavy, pushingtension that meant he was going to come. He wanted to, but it was happening sofast, and who knew when he and Jesse could find time to touch again?Christopher tried to pull out, but it was too late. He slammed his head andhands back against the trunk of the tree, feeling the smack and scrape butbarely registering it as pleasure rocked him, and his trembling heart andwildly wanting soul tried to exit his dick and make a home in Jesse’s bodyinstead.
“Oh, babe, fuck yes,” Jesse moaned after swallowing Christopher’scum, then standing and kissing him hard. Christopher’s knees had given out, andhe was pinned against the tree as Jesse rocked his hips urgently against him.Dazed and still shuddering, Christopher managed to shove out of Jesse’s armsenough to slide down and open his mouth. In the light of the moon, Jesse musthave seen what he was offering, because he whimpered, ripped open his jeans,and pulled his hard dick free, a string of pre-cum dragging away from hisunderwear as he did.
Christopher fell on Jesse’s cock, sucking him urgently.Jesse pressed his hands against the tree trunk above Christopher’s head,rolling his hips as Christopher sucked. Finally he grabbed hold of Christopher’shair with one hand, fucked into his throat, and then pulled out, jerkinghimself fast and rapid. Christopher fastened his mouth over the head, lettingJesse tug at his shaft, and worked his tongue underneath, sucking andswallowing the copious amounts of pre-cum Jesse was putting out.
Then Jesse grabbed his head again, yelled into the night,and plunged into his mouth. Christopher opened his throat, stretching his headfarther back to take him deeper. When Jesse’s jean-clad legs trembled, clenchedbeneath Christopher’s hands, and his hips jerked, Christopher struggled not tochoke as Jesse unloaded down his throat.
“Fuck! Oh, babe,fuck!” Jessecried, his hands clenching spasmodically in Christopher’s hair, and his cockjerking uncontrollably in Christopher’s mouth. “Babe, oh yes,” he murmured,shuddering and then slowly trying to withdraw from Christopher’s mouth, only tohiss and thrust back in, shooting another thick dollop of jizz.
“Oh, oh, I think…oh, fuck,” he whimpered.
Christopher pulled off Jesse’s cock and helped him down tothe ground, both of them shaking and holding each other, their softening dicksexposed to the brisk November breeze.
Jesse started to chuckle, and pressed kisses to Christopher’shair. Then he whooped loud and clear into the night sky, and Christopherstarted to laugh a little too. “What’s so funny?” he finally managed over hisown fit of giggles.
“Nothing,” Jesse said. “I’m just happy. Gotta admit, itfeels really good.”
After they managed to pull up their pants and pack up theMercedes trunk with the picnic supplies, Christopher climbed into the passengerseat and rested his head back. He caught a glimpse of himself in the window’sreflection, and his goofy smile made him grin even harder. If this was fallingin love, he liked it.
Jesse climbed behind the wheel and put his hand on Christopher’sknee on the drive home. Christopher felt warm and safe with it resting there.
“I wish I could come in,” Jesse said, pulling intoChristopher’s driveway. “Take you in, get your clothes off, and play with thosesensitive nipples I missed because they were under your jacket.”
Christopher laughed and unbuckled his seat belt. “Just makeit harder, why don’t you?”
Jesse shot him a look. “Did I make it harder?”
“In every possible sense of the phrase, jackass.”
