“Mm-hmm.” Jeff picked up the boot and gestured toward the cabin, trying not to hover as Carter carefully limped along next to him. “What’s weird about that?”
Their hands brushed as they walked, and Jeff deliberately slowed his steps to keep time with Carter’s. Carter tangled their fingers together. “Kinda thought you were thirsty.”
What a loser. Jeff liked himso much. “Terrible.” He shook his head and opened the door for Carter to precede him into the cabin. “Is that the best you can do?”
Carter didn’t bother with subtlety. He went straight to the bed and bent to unlace his boot. Then he kicked it off, leaned back against the pillows, and patted the mattress beside him. “Why don’t you come find out?”
So that was how it was going to be. Jeff kicked off his sandals and set the boot down. “Tell me, do you practice those cheesy dad jokes when I’m not around?”
“I know how into that you are,” Carter said, casually unbuttoning his shirt without breaking eye contact, “so I figured I’d really spend some time perfecting it and making those videos—”
“Oh my God, you asshole.” Jeff had had to muffle some embarrassing noises into his pillow when he’d watched the last one, in which Carter demonstrated the importance of sorting recyclables by making perfect three-point throws into the appropriate bins. He had a feeling Carter was joking, but Jeffwasinto it. He had aproblem.
“—so you wouldn’t forget what you were missing out on.” Carter smirked and dropped his shirt on the floor.
If Jeff broke his foot, his muscle tone would disappear in a week, because he would spend his entire life sitting on a couch. Carter looked like he hadn’t missed a workout. And he was laid out like a buffet in Jeff’s bed, legs a mile long, looking good even with a farmer’s tan, eyes daring Jeff to come closer. Tease him back.
Jeff hadn’t seen him for a week. He was half-hard from a kiss and watching Carter’s lazy strip show, and Carter’s dick was tenting his pants. They could tease each other later.Now—“Can I fuck you?” he blurted before the words had a chance to pass through any kind of filter.
Carter smirked and put his hands behind his head. “I don’t know, can you?”
Well, he’d walked right into that. He pulled off his own shirt. “Take your pants off, oh my God.”
They were both naked by the time Jeff joined him on the bed and crawled carefully next to him on his left side to avoid his injured foot. “You have lube around here somewhere, right?” Carter asked, all mock concern.
Did Carter think he jerked off dry? “What’s wrong with you?” Jeff asked nonsensically, and then he put his hand on Carter’s jaw and caught his lips for a kiss.
It felt sweeter and less desperate than the other times they’d been in bed together, but Jeff didn’t have enough data to guess why. He knew he got worked up easily when it came to getting fucked, and Carter obviously enjoyed getting him that way. He couldn’t tell if this hazy, lazy, saccharine moment owed its existence to a comparative lack of urgency or if they were both just feeling kind of sappy.
Didn’t entirely last, though—by the time Jeff got around to maneuvering between Carter’s thighs, he felt plenty urgent. He lifted Carter’s right leg with a kiss to the ankle and set it on his shoulder—catching a budding grin from Carter in the process, because Carter was a giant and it really did look ridiculous, but Jeff said, “Don’t start” and slid a slick finger into him.
Carter did not start, unless you counted a bitten-off hiss and a sudden arch of his back.
Jeff was still learning to read his body, so he slowed down to pay attention. Carter was hot and tight around him, but there wasn’t any tension in his face, and he hadn’t gone soft. Good signs, but Jeff didn’t get where he was by being satisfied withgood. He thrust gently, turned his face to kiss Carter’s calf again, and hid his smile against his skin when Carter’s cock jerked.
Flushed now, Carter looked up at him through hooded eyes, and—
Everything ran together after that—Carter’s soft groans of encouragement, the musky scent of sex in the air, the velvet heat of his body around three of Jeff’s fingers before Carter handed him a condom. Somehow Jeff put it on. He must have, because moments later he was sinking into Carter, pleasure lighting up his nervous system. His stomach clenched and his mouth dropped open and he wanted to close his eyes, but he needed them open; he was still watching Carter, still reading his cues.
Carter looked completelygone. His head had fallen back against the pillows, and the muscles of his stomach were visibly tight, like he was already riding the edge of orgasm. When Jeff could convince his ears to register anything over the rushing of his own blood, he could hear the rough hitches of Carter’s breath and the slide of their skin and the gentle thud of the ancient headboard against the log wall.
Jeff couldn’t last, not with the way Carter felt around him, beneath him, the hot slide of his body. But he was determined to see Carter lose it first. Somewhere in the rumpled covers, he found the lube. It wasn’t easy to get it open one-handed and pour some in his palm when he couldn’t take his left hand from Carter’s leg, but he managed. His thighs burned from the slow, careful pace he’d set, but he needed to be precise. He’d asked for this and he intended to make it perfect.
Carter’s breathing was louder now, and he’d braced his arms on the headboard for leverage to move into Jeff’s thrusts. His hair fanned out in a halo on the pillow, and a beautiful flush painted his chest. When Jeff wrapped slick fingers around his dick, his body tensed. It only took a handful of strokes to make him come, openmouthed and breathless, all over his chest and belly and Jeff’s hand.
It was too much for Jeff. He tumbled into orgasm, muffling his cry in the crook of Carter’s knee.
For several heartbeats Jeff didn’t move, just caught his breath andlooked. Carter’s chest was still heaving with exertion, and while Jeff had to appreciate the effort he put into keeping up that muscle definition, now that he wasreallylooking, without Carter distracting him with cheesy lines, he could see the dark circles under Carter’s eyes. Still biting off more than he should chew, Jeff guessed.
He kissed the inside of Carter’s knee again and slowly pulled out, careful to keep the condom in place. If Carter wouldn’t take care of himself, Jeff would have to do it until he could. He gingerly eased Carter’s leg back to the mattress, then settled next to him on the bed and nosed in for a kiss.
Carter hummed against his mouth with an utter satisfaction that would have made Jeff zillions of dollars if he could figure out how to use it in a song. He smoothed his left hand up Carter’s flank, over his chest, to the corner of his jaw, and then let his fingers tangle gently in Carter’s hair. He’d never had it this long as a teenager, thank God. Jeff would have chafed his dick right off.
“Turns out, yes,” Carter said eventually, when the kiss had broken and Jeff had sunk into the pillow to finish rebooting his brain.
Jeff blinked three times, and then he got it and groaned. He lifted his head. Carter’s cheeks were rosy, his lips bitten red, and his eyes were a little glassy. “You’re the worst,” he said fondly and leaned in for one more kiss. Then he rolled to his feet to get a cloth. “Why do I like you?”
“You have a fetish for dad jokes and park uniforms?” Carter guessed a moment later.
