Page 48 of Something Good
“Yeah. I only had half a beer. I’m good.”
We got in, and I rolled down the windows, letting in the sultry August air. I pulled away from the shoulder of the road and headed down the county highway while Sammy grabbed my phone and pulled up one of the playlists he’d created. He’d taken to commandeering my sound system, claiming I had terrible taste in music. Years from now, I would equate nineties alternative and grunge with the sounds of summer and the memory of riding down the highway with the boy I loved riding shotgun.
It wasclose to eleven o’clock when I pulled onto the gravel drive that led up to the overlook. Over the last six weeks, this spot had become just as much ‘ours’ as the boulder in the woods. As had become our routine, I pulled the sleeping bag out of the back of the Jeep and spread it out on the ground. This time, we lay flat on our backs, looking up at the night sky rather than out across the valley. This far outside of town, and with the absence of clouds, the stars were bright spots of light blinking across the night sky.
Minutes—I wasn’t sure if it was five or ten or twenty—passed in silence as we lay side by side with my fingers brushing againstthe soft skin of his forearm. I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep, but when I turned my head to look at him, I caught him looking at me instead.
I felt my cheeks heat at the attention. “What?”
He gave me a soft smile. “Just looking at you.” He rolled onto his side and brushed a fingertip across my cheekbone. “Sometimes I can’t believe you came back. That you’re really here…with me.”
I rolled, mirroring his position, my head pillowed on my arm as I stared into his eyes. “I’m glad I came back. I’m glad I got another chance to know you. I…thank you.”
A little wrinkle formed between his brows. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For giving me the chance to be your friend again. For dating me. For giving me the confidence to come out. For just being you.” I kissed the tip of his nose and started to pull back with a smile, but his hand shot out, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. Off balance, I fell into him, our teeth clashing as my mouth slammed into his. He rolled both of us until he was on his back, and I threw my leg over his waist, straddling him without breaking the kiss. Lust shot through me at the feel of his hard length against mine. I rutted against him, his hips rolling beneath me as I fucked into his mouth with my tongue. Everything about it was frantic and desperate and sloppy. Our movements were jerky and uncoordinated. We didn’t move at the same tempo. There was no finesse. We were driven by lust and need and by the knowledge that our future was uncertain, that the time was now because there might not be another.
I sat up, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side, then slid my hips down his thighs so I could push his shirt up. I started at his waistband, kissing and licking my way up to his sternum, where I veered off course and over his right pec.With the flat of my tongue, I licked across his nipple, flicking and nipping at it while he squirmed beneath me.
“Fuck, golden boy. For a guy with very little experience, you sure know how to use your tongue.”
I grinned at him. “I’m a fast learner.” His shirt was bunched up by his chin, and I tugged at the hem and said, “Off.”
I leaned back so he could sit up and rip his shirt off. I expected him to lie back down, but he stayed sitting, capturing my lips with his and pressing his chest to mine. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me as he ran his hands up and down my back, exploring. He pulled his mouth away from mine, instead trailing his lips down my jawline, nipping and sucking his way to my throat.
“God, the sounds you make, golden boy. So fucking needy.” I hadn’t even realized I was making sounds, but I definitely moaned now as he sucked my earlobe between his teeth and bit—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make my cock jump.
He pulled away for a moment, looking up at me, his eyes burning with intensity as we both struggled to breathe. “You ready for this, golden boy? You ready to fuck me?”
I swallowed. Hard. “Here? Now?”
He nodded.
My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. You’ll have to…um…tell me what to do.”
“Go grab the supplies out of your glove box.”
“How do you know I have supplies in my Jeep?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”
Damn.
I hopped up and grabbed a condom and lube from the glove box where I’d stashed them earlier in the summer. I slammedthe door to the Jeep, then stopped short at the sight of Sammy standing in the center of the sleeping bag, completely naked.
He looked like a god bathed in the moonlight, with his blond curls glowing around his face, his hand lazily stroking his cock. His pale skin gleamed as I walked toward him, noting that he’d filled out some now that food had been easier for him to come by in the last couple of weeks. When I got just a couple of steps away from him, I dropped the lube and condom onto the sleeping bag, then with a shaky breath, I removed my own shorts and briefs until I was standing naked before him.
He reached out and trailed a finger down the center of my chest, sending goosebumps skittering along my skin despite the warmth of the August evening. “You sure about this?”
“Are you? I kind of got the impression that maybe you didn’t want this…with me.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Then why did you put a stop to it every time we got close?”
He stepped forward until there were just a few inches separating us, tipping my chin up so I was forced to meet his eyes. “I’ve never done this with someone who matters,” he whispered.
