Two baby bears and one mama bear were out and about at the top of the trail. Skip stood perfectly still with Chad not two feet behind him. He wasn’t breathing. He took two steps back into Chad, hoping he’d get the message. The mama bear hadn’t looked at them yet. Didn’t mean she didn’t see them. There was no more going up on this trail.
Chad got the message and walked backward, slowly, four more steps. “Turn around very slowly,” Skip whispered without daring to glance away from the mama bear and the cavorting cubs. Chad turned, and Skip reached back and caught his hand. “Walk. Very slowly.”
Chad held his hand and took a few steps while Skip backed up. Very slowly. Watching the bear all the way. She didn’t make a move to follow them. Skip’s heart raced in his chest. If he’d been alone, he would have gone off trail and hoped he wouldn’t meet the daddy bear anywhere. Or another mama.
The backtracking was slow going. He waited until he was out of sight of the mama bear to turn around. He didn’t relax. Not yet. “Keep following the trail. Move faster if you can. Just be quiet.”
“No more George Michael?” He heard the whispered tease, followed by a soft laugh. And that was the extent of the teasing. Chad moved with a fluid grace, sure-footed, and… he had the sweetest ass. Skip followed, listening for anything big crashing through the underbrush. The world was peaceful around them. He sweated through his thermal shirt. Mostly from nerves, but also because it was quite warm now that the sun had burned off the mist.
“What time is it?” He asked about ten minutes later. He’d forgotten to grab his watch and didn’t want to turn his phone on until they were further away from the bear.
“Nearly eight. We’ve been going up about three hours or so.” Chad eased over an exposed root and reached out for Skip’s hand as if he needed help.
Skip took it. He didn’t need help. He simply wanted to hold Chad’s hand.
The trail broadened some as they descended faster now. Skip let his guard down and walked next to Chad, shoulder to shoulder. Hands clasped, fingers entwined. “You did great. You kept your head. I appreciate not being bear food today.”
“I’ve stared down worse things,” Chad replied with a shrug. Skip pulled him to a stop and turned to face him. His eyes weren’t the slightest bit calm. He wasn’t as controlled as he wanted Skip to think. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to snap again. I’m pretty sure bears in the woods are not on my list of triggers.”
“Baby, it makes me so sad that you even have that list.” Skip rubbed Chad’s arms for lack of anything else to do. He looked around trying to get his bearings. A hike today was a bad idea. Especially this deep into the woods. “Okay, looks like we’re a couple miles from the house. Don’t know about you, but I think I’ve had enough for one day.”
“I’d make a joke now, and maybe call you a pussy or something… but, yeah, I’m thinking I’d like to get out of the woods. I’m trying to act like that bear didn’t make me want to crap my pants.” The wild left his eyes with the admission and Skip squeezed his biceps to pull him in for a quick kiss. He pressed their chests together and felt his breath rush out while Skip kissed him. “Wow, dude, what the hell?” Chad managed to huff the words when Skip pulled away. The wild in his eyes now a completely new kind of wild.
“Just keeping it real, and trying not to make a bear shitting in the woods quip.” Skip patted him on the cheek and moved back into the lead. “Come on, let’s go home. There are better ways to get hot and sweaty.”
He took off at a quick pace. He didn’t need to check over his shoulder to see if Chad was following. He had faith in the man’s abilities. He didn’t need a keeper, which was more than Skip could say about most of his lovers. The kid could keep up with him, and surpass him, if the need arose. He’d done well when faced with what could have been a tragedy over the weekend. He’d kept his wits with the bears. And he kissed like every time was his first time.
An hour later, the woods gave way to the landscaping around his house. Chad called out the time. They’d gone roughly the same distance, even if they hadn’t completed the trail. And Skip had seen enough to know that he’d have to put out bear sighting warnings. Not that people around here needed a warning. This was a mountain forest. Bears lived here. They knew to be careful. But now Skip knew there was a mama bear and cubs on his mountain, and that could be a problem.
He drained the last of the water from his hydration pack and pulled it off as soon as they emerged into the open. He dragged off his shirt next and wiped the sweat off his neck and forehead. Up the steps to the back deck, he stopped long enough to pull his boots and socks off; he dropped everything on a lounge chair, and unstrapped the gun from his leg. He laid the holster on the table before turning to find Chad watching him with wild blue eyes that sent butterflies flitting through his entire body. Skip dropped his pants and briefs stepping out of them beside the lounge.
The blue in Chad’s eyes grew wilder and bluer as he advanced on Skip, slowly, shrugging out of his pack. He dropped that on the deck. His boots took longer, but he managed to get them off without losing much time. Skip walked slowly backwards, crooking his finger in a come-and-get-me gesture. Chad’s shirt hit the deck. Followed by his shorts, and the green Marine issue boxers he liked to wear only made it halfway down his hips before he reached Skip. “You’re a cock tease,” he growled softly, pushing Skip against the rock wall in the sunny alcove that led down to a small pool and hot tub area.
“I am,” Skip grinned, and reached behind his head searching for the faucet. The water would be freezing, but he was overheated enough that it would be welcome. “And you’re hot. Need to cool down some.”
The water really was cold enough to force a surprised gasp out of his lover. He knew it was coming, and repeated the sound. “Jesus, what the hell?”
“I have another couple of hours before I have to get to work.” He pressed the little bottle he’d grabbed on the way out of the bedroom on a whim into Chad’s hand. “The water will get hotter. Not as hot as you have me right now.”
Chad stared at the bottle, confusion in his eyes. “You want to… out here… where anyone can see?”
“There’s no one out here for miles, just you, me, and those bears. But if you don’t want to fuck me right here, I’ll understand.” The water warmed up somewhat, as it streamed over them. Skip took the bottle back, but Chad caught his hand.
“No. I mean, yes. Teach me.” He winced at the words. “I mean, show me what you want… I mean… I don’t know what I mean.”
Skip squeezed a handful of lube into Chad’s trembling hand, and rubbed it in with his own hand, slicking them both up. He dropped the bottle to the floor, and wrapped his unslicked hand behind Chad’s neck, and pressed their bodies together. “Wrap your arms around me.” He slid his slicked-up hand around Chad’s waist, and shoved his shorts down his hips to grip his ass cheeks. “Do what I do. Exactly like I do it.” His voice became breathy. Chad’s very erect cock grew longer against his belly, robbing him of the ability to think. He slipped his fingers between Chad’s ass cheeks and gently teased the tight pucker he found back there. Chad trembled in his arms. “Shh, baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
“I know,” Chad whispered, his voice broken and needy. He slipped his fingers down Skip’s crack, and Skip let out a moan that echoed off the rock surround. “Is that what you want?”
Skip lifted his left foot and wrapped it around Chad’s calf, spreading himself for his lover. “I want to feel you inside me.” He felt Chad’s arms tighten around him, taking most of his weight. “Slide a finger inside me,” he heard himself plead.
“Okay,” Chad whispered, his mouth so close to Skip’s, Skip could feel his hot breath. “Like this?” The tip of his blunt finger pressed inside him, sending waves of pleasure washing through him. “You’re trembling. Am I hurting you?”
“No.” Skip had to catch his breath to answer. “A little deeper. Open me up. Feels so good.”
Skip tried to focus on the tight pucker beneath his own fingers. He tried not to push inside; he tried not to cling to the man like this was his first time. “You can.” Chad pressed his mouth to the spot just below Skip’s ear, as he reached around him, holding him tight and supported, and impaled him with one quick thrust of his finger. “I want to feel it inside me too. I want to feel what you’re feeling.”
Skip latched onto the same spot beneath Chad’s ear and sucked hard. Chad moaned and nipped his neck. Skip eased the tip of his finger into the tight pucker, just as Chad hit the spot deep inside him that had him begging for more, and harder, and oh god, and, “Fuck me. Oh god. I need you inside me, now! I can’t… this is too much.”
He let his leg fall, and pushed Chad’s hand away to turn in his arms. He took Chad’s hands and held them to his chest, and reached behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Chad’s hard dick slipped between his legs instead of gliding up his back, and Skip cried out, as the head of it rubbed across his aching balls.
His phone rang in the distance; Skip ignored it and pulled Chad’s hand around to his engorged dick, hoping he’d get the message. Chad gripped him tight with the still-slick hand, and Skip pumped his dick hard into it. The hot fucking cock sliding between his legs damn near had him on the verge. Chad pulled back hard, gasping for breath against Skip’s mouth, his body super-heated and shaking now. Skip leaned forward, and pressed his palm to the wall, angling his body to take his lover. Chad his hips rolled forward, the hot head of his cock slid over Skip’s hole and slipped inside.
“Skip?” Chad yipped in surprise.
“It’s okay. Go slowly.” Skip gripped the back of Chad’s neck, holding his body in a twist to watch Chad’s eyes as he filled him. “You’re big. So fucking big. Not sure I’ve ever had anyone… oh, Chad,” he bit his lower lip to stop himself from crying out, as he hit home. “Oh, god, Chad. That’s it, baby. Right there. Just fuck me, slowly.”
Chad groaned, and wrapped one big hand around Skip’s neck, pulling his head and shoulders back, until Skip was bent backward awkwardly. The other hand gripped his dick tighter and pumped, making Skip forget that he wasn’t supposed to bend like this. He dragged his hand off the wall, and ran it down Chad’s hip to force him to move. Chad snapped his hips forward, as his mouth closed over Skip’s, to swallow the scream building in his throat. The same throat Chad squeezed lightly, holding him immobile, as he rocked his hips into Skip, in short, hard, inelegant thrusts that pounded Skip’s prostate, and robbed him of control, until he was whimpering against the much younger man’s mouth.
“I want to see you come,” Chad whispered when he broke the kiss. “I want to watch you come in my hand, Skip. I want to feel that on my cock. Big, powerful man, trembling in my arms. I want you so much.” Chad pumped him harder, his thrusts growing quicker, harder. The hand around Skip’s throat squeezed, cutting off his air. The wild blue in Chad’s eyes growing wilder and more frenzied with each thrust. “Come now.”
Skip’s knees went weak. His body shook hard. Electricity crackled down his spine, through every nerve ending, and through his balls. Chad’s eyes went dark and wild and desperate, as the electricity engulfed him. It was like riding a lightning storm he didn’t want to end. The storm in his lover’s eyes consumed him and Skip let the storm devour him.
“Oh god, that’s incredible,” he heard Chad say, as the maelstrom of heat and power tore his body apart. “I’m coming, Skip. I can’t stop it.” The cry this time wasn’t his, and then it was, as the force of Chad’s orgasm fed the flames of his own.
He remembered falling to his knees. Chad draped over him. The water pounding on them from above, beginning to cool now. Chad slid inside him again, and Skip moved back against him, refusing to let him go just yet. He wasn’t done. He’d never wanted it like this. Chad kissed his shoulders, and pushed into him, his cock no longer huge and hard, but enough for Skip to feel. The rock floor wasn’t kind to his knees. “Skip.” Chad eased out of him. He must have reached up, and turned off the water because it stopped, as Skip collapsed onto the floor, and rolled onto his back.
Chad pushed his legs apart and leaned over him. There were no words between them. Skip lifted his hips and Chad pushed inside him, with a hard thrust that had Skip’s dick standing rigid, almost immediately. “It’s never been like this with anyone else,” he said, before he could stop himself. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
The wind coming down from the mountain chilled him. Chad closed his eyes and planted his hands on the floor on either side of Skip’s head, a shiver raking his body. Skip moved with him. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the shower alcove. They were both silent. Moving together, pushing each other back to orgasm. Slowly. So slowly. As if they had all day, and nothing better to do than fuck under the wide-open sky.
“I could die right here,” Chad kissed him softly, as his arms gave out. He lowered himself over Skip. The slick of their orgasms lubricating their bodies. Skip wrapped his legs around his lover’s thighs, and arched his back, seeking release. Chad drove into him, as if he were trying to shove his whole being into Skip. Skip wrapped his arms around the man, and shoved right back, taking everything he had, and returning it. Chad’s body went rigid as orgasm ripped through him; the flood of heat inside him, doing nothing to push Skip to that point.
Chad pulled off him with a roar. The wild in his eyes even wilder now. He gripped Skip’s knees, and forced him wider apart as he leaned over and swallowed Skip’s cock into his throat, sucking him hard, while he slipped his fingers inside Skip until he found that spot, fucking him, until Skip bucked, and screamed, and burst the fuck apart, under the onslaught.
The sky had gone gray as he lay on the floor wondering if he’d died. Wondering if his lover had died. His phone rang again, but he didn’t care. His world had shattered. And nothing else mattered.