Page 15 of Hammered and Nailed
I tried not to panic, tried to keep my breathing even and my thoughts calm, but one question ran through my mind. What did it mean that I wanted more, that I’d gotten hard from kissing my best friend? And he had gotten hard too.
As the questions swirled in my mind, a terrifying thought dawned on me. It was almost bedtime and we only had one bed fit for use still. It hadn’t been a problem the previous two nights, but with the kiss… would things be different?
Mason stood near the fire and stripped his muddy, wet shirt off. He didn’t speak for a long time, and I stood there, staring into the flames, waiting for something to happen.
"Guess we should turn in soon."
I nodded and swallowed hard. "Guess so." Crickets chirped in the distance and the fire crackled steadily.
"You want to get us a bucket to douse this thing with?"
"Sure thing." I did as he’d asked, filling a five-gallon bucket with water to kill the fire. The awkwardness was palpable between us, and as I returned with the bucket, sloshing water as I carried it, Mason remained silent. Once the flames fizzled out and the fire pit was dark and silent again, I turned to him.
“I—”
"We should get to bed. I can put up my tent. I’ll sleep there tonight."
I swallowed hard and rubbed the back of my neck, wondering what his reaction was telling me. Was he freaking out like I was? Had he liked it as much as I had? Maybe he just needed space, which was probably a good idea. I needed some time to figure out what it all meant. "Yeah, okay. You want help?"
He answered in a rush. "No. I’ve got it."
"Okay. Good night then."
"Night."
Inside the cabin, by the glow of a battery-powered lantern, I stripped down and changed into clean shorts before crawling into bed and turning off the light. I lay there, staring into the darkness for a long time, for what felt like hours, replaying the kiss in my mind. As I remembered the hard press of his mouthon mine, his firm body under me, the heat of his tongue in my mouth, my cock started to thicken. I remembered his hands on my body, the soft groans we both made, the hard line of his cock against my body. Soon, I was fully hard and aching to be touched.
Tentatively, I reached under the sheets and slid my hand under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I let my fingertips graze the base of my cock and it twitched with desire. I grasped my shaft and stroked slowly, dragging my thumb across the slit to smear precum over the crown and I let out an involuntary moan.
I slid my hand up and down my cock, slowly at first, but it wasn’t long until I needed more. I shoved my shorts down and pushed the blanket aside before closing my eyes tightly and letting the kiss play over in my mind again. Instead of stopping at the kiss, my mind unreeled a whole fantasy—me kissing Mason’s throat, scraping my teeth on his skin, his back arching as he let out a low, rumbling groan.
I hissed as the pleasure built in my balls, my body tensing as the orgasm drew closer. The only sounds I could hear were my own harsh breathing and the pounding of blood in my ears. My hips bucked and rocked as I chased the pleasure, and I brought my free hand to my chest and tweaked a nipple.
"Fuck," I hissed. "God." I wanted more. I imagined touching his cock, wondering what it would feel like to hold another man’s erection in my hand. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as my orgasm ripped through me, I moaned his name. "Mason."
My cock released spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum on my chest and stomach and I swore and said his name again. "Fuck, Mason." My voice came out broken, like a sob.
"Did you—oh,shit." Mason’s voice cut through the lust-soaked fog and reached my ears, my eyelids flying open when it registered. He stood at the doorway to the bedroom, gaze on my body, his eyes darker than usual. He was holding up his own lantern, which cast shadows in every direction as the light swung gently from its handle.
"Jesus," I said, scrambling to cover myself with the sheet and attempting not to get it covered in cum at the same time. "What are you doing in here?"
"I’msosorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… I was coming inside to ask if I could use your tent and I heard you say my name. I thought you heard me come in and were calling me for something." He was rambling, his voice shaky. Even in the darkness, I spotted a bulge in his shorts. "Sorry. I’ll give you some privacy to clean up." He turned his back to me.
In a hurry, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I cleaned myself quickly with a towel and when I was done, I rushed back into the bedroom and dove under the covers. Mason hadn’t moved an inch.
Chapter Seven
Mason
Myheartpoundedinmy chest as I stood there, my back to the bedroom, my cock painfully hard. When I heard Emery climb into bed again, I took a slow, deep breath and spoke. "It turns out I’m the dumbass this time. I didn’t pack my tent poles. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your tent.
"It’s…" Emery sighed. "It’s fine. You can stay in here again. I don’t mind."
I was still facing away from him, praying my erection would go away before I had to face him again. "Are you sure? I don’t want to make things weird."
"No, seriously. Don’t be an idiot. Stay in here. Just—forget what you saw."
"As long as you promise to forget what I did earlier."
