Cam grinned and pushed him back onto the ground. It was his turn to groan when Lachlan’s legs wrapped around his hips, insistently forcing his ass down and his dick to crush against his own hand between Lachlan’s legs. With Lachlan’s hands keeping his head locked into the kiss, all he could do was squirm as Lachlan bucked a slow rhythm underneath him.
His Scorched hand was slick with precum around Lachlan’s cock, and the knowledge made him ache for the same slippery friction around his own. He tugged at Lachlan’s waistband with his free hand, fighting between slow, unrelenting thrusts while those strong, athletic thighs still confined him.
‘F-uck,’ he rumbled when Lachlan reached to help him, arching his ass off the ground to pull the fabric off. The movement sent agonising sparks of need shooting through Cam with the crushing contact.
He felt some relief when his wrist was freed from Lachlan’s underwear. Cam manoeuvred it into a more comfortable position where he could stroke Lachlan’s cock upright against his belly instead.
Lachlan’s legs finally released him then, only to frantically shuffle his trousers the rest of the way off. The kiss was just as frantic, with Lachlan’s breath trembling against Cam’s lips during the briefest of partings.
Cam took the opportunity to reach for his own flies, giving a sigh of relief as his dick popped free from behind the stiff leather. He pushed down the top of his thermal underwear and noted with glee the hungry way Lachlan’s eyes flared when his cock came into view.
Lachlan kept his feet planted on the ground, knees bent either side of Cam’s hips, allowing him freedom of movement for the time being. Cam took full advantage and brought his dick to rest against Lachlan’s. Lachlan’s cock was a little smaller than his, a similar length but slightly slimmer.
Every time Cam saw it, he remembered covetously the way Lachlan had pounded it into him, fucking him so hard he nearly fainted—just the once, and never again since. Lachlan was too anxious about his own strength to top again; the bruises he’d left on Cam’s flesh after the last time had spooked the hell out of him.
Cam wrapped his fist around them both. Lachlan groaned in unison with him as their cockheads met, gliding against each other in a slippery sheen of precum. Cam gave a needy squeeze. Lachlan thrust up into his fist with another groan. Soon they were both moving, both breathlessly fucking Cam’s palm while the sky lightened around them.
The sight of their cocks sliding together, dipping in and out of view from the cage of his hand, had Cam teetering on the edge of orgasm too quickly. Even worse was when he glanced up at Lachlan’s face and was met by his intense, half-lidded gaze. Startling blue eyes watched Cam with fervid concentration, lips pink while Lachlan panted little clouds of steam into the cold air. Wisps of blonde hair danced against his flushed cheeks, framing his face like a sultry goddamn halo. God, he was beautiful.
Feeling rawness creeping into the friction between them, Cam quickly released his hand and shuffled down to dip his head, sucking Lachlan smoothly into his mouth.
‘Ohhh, C-Cam…’
Lachlan’s shaky moan sent another thrill through him, and Cam responded by sucking hard and deep for a few moments. When he was satisfied he’d slicked Lachlan up nicely, he ended with a final swirl of saliva around his cockhead and sat up. He squeezed a little more precum from his own dick with a few desperate strokes, then wrapped it tight against Lachlan’s once again. Lachlan bucked under the renewed contact and started rutting urgently into his hand. Cam groaned and followed suit, barely keeping pace.
He didn’t want this moment to end. He never wanted these moments to end. But even as Cam neared the point of no return, his chest clenched with longing. With the suspicion that he was fucking it all up, somehow. That this perfect moment wasn’t permanent, couldn’t be contained or replicated. That at some point it would all fall to pieces.
While he continued to pump his fist over their aching cocks, Cam roughly kissed Lachlan again, trying to convey, with the press of his lips and urgent plunge of his tongue, how much Lachlan meant to him.
Lachlan gasped under the attack but leant into it eagerly. His right hand jerked down and joined Cam’s, slender fingers hugging the base of their cocks tight, nuts pressing deliciously hard against each other underneath. Cam bit out a guttural moan into Lachlan’s mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily under Lachlan’s unthinkingly too-tight grip.
Before he could gasp a warning, the orgasm shuddered through him. His cock kicked in their hands, shooting thick ropes of cum over Lachlan’s stomach. Lachlan shivered beneath him and began thrusting faster, more feverishly. The friction tormented the tip of Cam’s tender cock but he held on, still doing his best to kiss the life out of Lachlan, until he felt Lachlan’s cock jerk and a stream of hot fluid fountained over his knuckles.
Cam finally broke the kiss, panting raggedly and grinning as he looked down at his cum-covered hand. Lachlan’s legs fell open wider, his own hand dropping to his side, as he directed a lazy, spent smile up at Cam. ‘Happy New Year,’ Lachlan murmured, eyes twinkling.
He turned his face to greet the sun emerging over the craggy horizon. Cam lay gently on top of him and pressed his cheek to Lachlan’s, sharing the view. Their skin was clammy with sweat, and steam rose from their bodies where the blankets had fallen away. Now that they were motionless, the cold began to creep in.
Cam sat up hurriedly and stripped off his jacket and the thermal top underneath, using the latter to clean himself and wipe down Lachlan’s stomach. The skin on his arms and chest tingled in the numbing cold, and it was with blatant relief that he sank back underneath the blankets, huddling against Lachlan’s back. Lachlan tipped his head up, nestling in the warm crook under his chin, while Cam wrapped an arm firmly around his waist.
Cam knew they couldn’t stay like this forever. The biting cold would eventually seep through the blankets, and the one beneath them was already getting damp with dew. But Cam would hold onto it for as long as he could. He’d hold onto Lachlan for as long as he could.
Basking in the heat of their entwined bodies and the cloak of an equally warm and companionable silence, together they watched the sun rise.
Chapter Two
‘Has it been quiet since Christmas?’ Cam asked Lachlan after they’d gathered their things and decamped indoors. The contents of the picnic hamper were spread between them on a table in The Lucky Teapot, an assortment of sweet drop scones and a couple of giant scotch eggs nearly as big as Cam’s fist, along with various oatcakes, cheeses and chutneys.
Lachlan spread raspberry jam over a slice of toast. ‘Not terribly. The week between Christmas and New Year is actually quite lively. A lot of people come up here for their Boxing Day walk, and some of the older folks don’t have anyone to spend the time with, so they come here instead. They know I’ll be open, come rain or shine.’
‘Are you opening today?’
Mischief fluttered over Lachlan’s lips. ‘Closed, for a special occasion.’
‘And what occasion’s that?’ Cam grinned, watching the way Lachlan’s tongue flicked out to swipe raspberry jam from his lips.
‘I thought we’d spend the day in bed. Or out of it, if you prefer the rug.’
Cam’s grin widened. He reached across to clasp Lachlan’s free hand. ‘Love it. But how about we take a walk, too? Maybe through the woods.’
