Chapter Five
Christian
He woke curled up on the couch with a blanket covering the bottom half of his legs and … still naked. His knee-jerk reaction was to cover himself up or find his dirty clothes and get dressed, but he didn't. He kept to the rule Derek had put into place the previous night and sat up on the couch to get his bearings. A glance around the cabin showed no sign of his host, but the door to the bedroom was partially closed. He went into the bathroom to relieve himself, then did a quick rinse of his mouth at the sink and splashed some cold water onto his face.
Christian needed coffee badly, especially after all the tequila he'd consumed last night. He foraged around the tiny kitchen and found what he needed and had a pot brewing in just minutes. After pouring himself a mug, he quietly walked out to the deck to wait for Derek to wake up.
“Well, look at you sitting out here enjoying your coffee … naked.” Derek teased him from the open doorway.
Christian turned his head towards the now familiar voice and smiled. Then he watched as Derek stretched his lean body—arms over his head to accentuate his gorgeous muscles—and Christian's cock began to stir. Derek took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Christian's.
“Seeing you in that chair reminds me of last night and how good you tasted,” Derek said.
“Jesussss,” Christian mumbled. “Are you always this … honest?”
“You're remembering it too, aren't you?” Derek asked, then he bent over and offered Christian a quick kiss. His fingers trailed down Christian's torso and curled around the hard shaft that was now pulsing and ready for whatever Derek had in mind. “I usually eat oatmeal with berries and sunflower seeds before a hike. If you're not into that, I've got cereal and toast.”
“Oatmeal?” Christian mocked. “You put me in this state and then start talking about oatmeal?”
“Were you hoping for a sausage-fest for breakfast?” Derek asked and laughed. “We've got plenty of time for sword fights later. The last thing I want to do is deplete your energy before we even start the hike.”
Christian supposed Derek had a point, but now his point was refusing to deflate. He pushed himself out of the chair and followed Derek inside the cabin. Derek made them bowls of old-fashioned oatmeal, then they packed up plenty of bottled water and snacks before they headed out on their journey.
They began their hike on the trail that would take them by the lake where Christian had first seen Derek swimming. Christian recognized the area and chuckled. Derek glanced over at him on the trail with a curious eyebrow lifted.
“I can't believe I'm doing this completely naked and with a guy I only just met yesterday,” Christian admitted.
“Still worried I'm a serial killer?” Derek chuckled.
“I'm more worried about someone seeing us out here hiking without clothes on.”
“It feels good, though, doesn't it?” Derek asked.
“It's … liberating,” Christian replied.
“You're welcome,” Derek said and grinned.
They hiked for several miles in somewhat silence; Christian more than enjoyed the natural views around him as well as the naked form of Derek in front of him. His ass was a work of art, as were his broad shoulders, lean waist, and muscled legs. Every part of him was just right, not overly sculpted like the typical gym rat, but defined simply by enjoying life and staying active.
The trail Derek had them on snaked around the edge of a field of tall grass, then it turned into woods, where they walked beneath a lush canopy created by the trees overhead. Christian's calves were starting to burn from the workout, which told him they were climbing in elevation. A short time later, Derek pointed out a gurgling stream about fifteen feet off the wooded trail they were on.
“The waterfall feeds that stream,” Derek explained.
“Are we getting closer to the waterfall?” Christian asked.
“Do you need a break?”
“No, I'm good,” Christian replied.
“The waterfall is another half-mile or so ahead,” Derek said. “We can take a break once we get there and go for a swim.”
By now Christian was dripping with sweat, and the idea of taking a dip sounded incredible, especially doing so while naked—and with Derek.
A short time later, Christian could hear the sound of rushing water. It became louder with each step they took until the waterfall finally came into view. The scene in front of him did not disappoint. A beautiful, tranquil pool of green-blue water was continuously fed by the water spilling over a ledge around twenty feet above. Wet rocks and outcrops dotted with moss and ferns bookended the waterfall with larger trees of several species growing at the banks of the stream. It looked like the backdrop to a romantic movie or something.
“This is gorgeous,” Christian exclaimed.
Derek smiled broadly. “It's worth the hike, isn't it?” he asked, then he held out his hand to Christian. “Let me show you the best part.”
Christian laced his fingers with Derek's and walked beside him closer to the waterfall. Derek let go to help Christian scale a few slippery rocks and then guided him onto what looked like a three-to-four-foot-wide walkway behind the falls.
“Holy shit!” Christian shouted over the roar of the water spilling above their heads. “Are we right behind the falls?”
“We are,” Derek grinned. He offered his hand to Christian again and then tugged him further along the stone path. Derek stopped about halfway in and turned to face the flowing water, and Christian did the same.
The spray from the cascade of water was washing the sweat off his body and cooling his skin from the long hike, but inside, at his core, Christian could feel an inferno beginning to grow. This was an adrenaline rush of a lifetime. To be this close to rushing water, feel it splashing on his skin, and to be experiencing it while wearing nothing at all except for a pair of hiking boots was monumental. No one would believe he was standing here and doing so with an equally naked—and gorgeous man right beside him.
“This is a fucking trip!” Christian said with excitement.
“This is living to me,” Derek commented.
“I'm guessing it's also dangerous,” Christian said.
“Only if you jump.”
“I'll keep that in mind,” Christian countered.
Christian was enjoying the rumbling sounds and the earthy scents floating around him on a swirl of fragrant mist; then he looked over at Derek and noticed his eyes were closed with his head slightly tipped back as he seemed to be absorbing the same sensations that circled them. Christian glanced lower and saw Derek's erection jutting out from his groin and grinned. It was good to know he wasn't the only one getting aroused by standing behind thousands of gallons of water gushing over their heads. A second later, he watched as Derek's fingers wrapped around his own shaft and began to stroke himself.
“There's something else I do every time I'm here,” Derek said and then casually looked over at Christian, whose eyes were glued to the slow action of Derek's fist.
“I think I know what you're going to say,” Christian said and bit at his bottom lip.
Derek stepped closer and gripped onto the side of Christian's neck, hauling him in for a slippery, open-mouthed kiss and proceeded to give him one helluva tongue-fucking. Christian's breath hitched when he felt the slide of Derek's cock as it notched up against his own.
“Ohhhh, my god,” Christian moaned. “This is so intense for me.”
“For me, too,” Derek admitted. He wrapped his hand around both of their shafts and squeezed. Christian shuddered and leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to fuck my fist until you're right on the edge of coming, then I want you to follow my lead.”
“As long as it doesn't involve me jumping off this ledge, I'm game for anything,” Christian confirmed.
“No jumping, I promise,” Derek said and tugged on Christian's bottom lip with his teeth.
Derek's fist tightened and his hips started to rock forward; Christian did the same as their lips sealed once again. Derek hooked his elbow around the back of Christian's neck and opened his mouth even wider. The friction was delicious. Derek's grip on them was perfection. It had Christian racing towards a quick and fierce climax in no time at all.
“Close,” Christian croaked out.
“Same,” Derek hissed.
Christian snapped his body faster, sending his cock into the firm hold of Derek's hand and sliding right along side Derek's thick cock. His whole body began to tighten, like a spring getting ready to let go. He pulled out of their kiss to concentrate on not coming.
“So fucking close ...”
“Okay, face the water,” Derek instructed, and his hand began to jerk on his cock so fast that his fingers were a blur.
Christian faced the waterfall same as Derek and started to pump his dick in time to Derek's strokes. Less than a minute later Derek directed him to shoot his release into the cascade, and Christian did as he was told. Rope after rope of his come flew out of his slit and disappeared into the rushing water. He glanced over at Derek and saw he was doing the same.
When they finished, Derek pushed Christian up against the slick wall at the back edge of the walkway. “How was your first offering to Mother Nature?” Derek asked with a silly grin on his face.
“I hope it was as good for her as it was for me,” Christian answered.
“Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing,” Derek agreed. “Come on, we can climb back down and go for a swim.”
An hour later, after swimming in the pool beneath the falls and having a snack and water, they continued their hike up the back side of the Longhorn. They'd been walking since just after breakfast and still Christian hadn't seen anyone out on the trails. He only hoped their luck remained intact while they completed their hike. He had no idea what would happen if they came across other hikers who might have a problem with their lack of attire.
“It's not much further,” Derek announced. He turned around on the trail quickly and Christian bumped into him. Derek planted a quick kiss on his lips, then he trailed his fingers down the length of Christian’s torso to fondle his cock and balls. “By the time we reach the summit you should be reloaded, then I want you to climb my longhorn.”
Derek must have noticed the confusion on Christian's face because he leaned in beside his ear. “I brought supplies to fuck you when we get to the top.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Christian sighed the words.
“Unless you prefer to top,” Derek added with a lift of an eyebrow. “I'd be okay either way.”
With an offer like that, Christian felt like running to the top of the Longhorn. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been fucked. Sure, he'd had a couple of hookups over the last few months, which had ended with quick blowjobs, but there was no fucking, and having sex outside like Derek was suggesting was something he hadn't done since he was in high school, and that's what made this offer all the sweeter.
Outside fucking? Hell, yes!
“Does your boner mean you're interested?” Derek asked.
“Me and my boner are very interested,” Christian answered firmly. “I almost feel like racing you to the summit now.”
“Don't do that,” Derek warned. “Conserve your energy, so you can ride me all the way to oblivion.” Derek bumped their groins together, and their erections briefly tangled.
Derek actually took Christian to another high point of the mountain that was just to the left of the Longhorn. It offered a profile view of the outcropping of stone that looked like a horn, and it was also much more … secluded, which would work nicely for them and the special way they planned to celebrate reaching the mountaintop.
Christian barely spent enough time to take in the sight of the Longhorn to appreciate the uniqueness of the natural rock formation. A few seconds later, he was reaching for Derek and peppering his face and throat with kisses. Derek had already spread out the blanket from his backpack on the ground while Christian was enjoying the view and had the lube and condoms waiting in one corner.
They dropped to the ground in a mess of tangled limbs, rolling around to a point where they were more in the pine needles than they were on the blanket. Neither of them cared. Derek was already on his back and squeezing the lube on his fingers to stretch Christian.
“Straddle me,” Derek requested and Christian eagerly complied.
As soon as Christian was in position, Derek sat up a bit and reached around Christian's hip to play with his hole. Another hot kiss had Christian rocking his hips against Derek's exploring fingers. One finger slipped inside past the rim, then another, while their kiss deepened. It didn't take long for Christian to be wanting more.
In the distance, Christian could hear a few voices as they reached the summit of the Longhorn by scaling the face. Their joyous tone of celebration meant nothing to Christian. All he could think about in this moment was riding the thick longhorn beneath him.
“Fuck me, please,” Christian pleaded.
Derek reached for the condom packet, and Christian shifted off of him just long enough to watch Derek roll it down his length. He coated it with lube, and Christian threw his leg over his lap the second he was done. Derek's eyes lifted to Christian’s as if looking for a final approval before he lined up the head of his cock.
Christian felt every inch of Derek slide into his body, slowly stretching him as he lowered himself onto his hard shaft until he finally bottomed out. Things were sparking to life inside his channel that he didn't think had ever been stimulated before now—or before Derek. What the hell was it about this particular guy that just rung his bell the way he did? Christian had never felt so lost—and found, all at the same time.
Derek had a way of keeping him slightly off-kilter and he loved it—loved always teetering on the edge of an abyss and not knowing its depth. It all made him feel so fucking out of control … and alive. For the first time ever, he truly felt like he was living. He'd never smiled this much or laughed as heartily; colors were more vibrant, too. Christ, he was even noticing things in nature that he never would have taken the time to study before this weekend, like the sound of an ordinary bird singing his morning song.
Until this gorgeous, yet strange naked hiker crossed his path and turned everything Christian knew upside down. Would things ever be the way they were before this trip again? Hell, he sure hoped not.
Derek fucked Christian through an epic orgasm and multiple aftershocks, which were almost as intense as the orgasm itself, as Derek rode out his own climax. When they were finally spent and the condom disposed of, Derek pulled Christian against his chest in a spoon position. He wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled into the hair beside Christian's ear.
“Come back to see me next weekend,” Derek offered, “and I'll let you fuck me against the railing at my cabin.
The suggestion had Christian's cock flexing, which made them both laugh. “Is that railing strong enough?” Christian asked.
“I'm certain of it.”
“Can we skinny dip and maybe jerk off together on the beach?” Christian asked.
“Goes without saying.”
“Then, I'll see you Saturday morning,” Christian said.
“Make it Friday afternoon and I'll blow you again before you leave today.”
“Deal.”