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“Your camera or mine?” I cut him off, not wanting him to explain to me how things could never work out between us, not wanting him to remind me of my own advice.

“Yours.” He flashed me a small smile. “I want to see how I look from your point of view.”

I nodded before I pulled out my phone, taking a few steps away from him. I then snapped a picture of him against the tree, the painting-like quality not fading even as it shifted from real life to digital. Afterwards, I shot him a text with the photo attached to it, before putting my phone right back in my pocket.

“How did I look?” Parker asked, looking over at me.

“Parker, I…” I wanted to start my confession, wanted to tell him that I didn’t want anything to do with being practical, wanted to tell him that I’d belong to him if he’d belong to me.

Instead, I retreated somewhere safe, somewhere familiar. “Parker, I want you to open your mouth.”

Parker did as he was told, opening his mouth in anticipation of me. I reached for the blindfold that was beside him, expertly tying it around his eyes. For some reason, it was easier this way, when I knew he couldn’t see my face, when I knew he couldn’t guess at my expression. I was terrified that how I felt about him was becoming way too obvious, that if he realized that I was already in love territory, he might’ve backed away from this whole thing.

I kissed him once he was blindfolded, my tongue slipping between his lips. The kiss was deep and filled with need, every part of me calling out for every part of him. It went on like that for what felt like forever, Parker returning my kiss with just as much fervor. I couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming between us was just the result of two overheated bodies that’d been hiking in the sun or if it was just our connection, an invisible string encircling the both of us, drawing us closer, reaching out from each of our chests.

I love you?—

No.

I pressed the phrase back into the depths of me as I rose from the ground. Parker, still on his knees, turned his head up toward me, blindfolded. I moved as quietly as I could possibly move, as I started to undo my belt, and pulled down my pants and boxers. A few seconds later and I was pressed against him, my cock at his lips, gently sliding its way into his mouth.

Parker easily took each inch of me, his lips moving alongside my shaft as soon as my tip reached the back of his throat. It was as natural as always between us, the kind of perfect fit that seemed uncomplicated and all too simple. I groaned as I began to buck my hips against his mouth, moving my shaft in and out of him as he chased after it, his tongue never too far away from my sensitive slit.

“Fuck… Parker…” I moaned his name as I steadily fucked his mouth, my head resting against the tree above him. “Parker…”

Parker didn’t make a sound in response, instead increasing his pace against me, bobbing his head even faster than before. I kept up with his change of pace, my hips matching his rhythm, neither of us slowing down. I groaned as I felt myself starting to come for him, my cock throbbing as I spilled my come down his throat. I stayed in place against him as I caught my breath, not wanting to move away from him, not wanting to sever our connection for anything in the world.

I love you.

I love you, Parker.

Eventually, I sunk down beside him on the forest floor.

“Nicholas? You’re still there, right?”

I smiled to myself as I reached down between us, my hand gripping onto his already hardened shaft. I quietly began to pump him, my fist moving up and down the length of him. I kissed him again as I worked his cock, capturing every groan that came out of his lips, all of them landing right on my tongue. I moved my hand even faster against him, then, wanting to feel him come right in my palm, wanting to hear him cry out for me and have it reverberate in my own mouth.

“Nicholas… Nicholas…” Parker whimpered as he came for me, falling apart in my grip. I pressed my head against his as he finished, his frame shivering, his breath coming quick in his chest. I could barely stand the sight of it, how beautiful he looked, how much I wanted to keep him for myself, how much I needed to?—

“Stay with me,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I had a chance to catch them.

“What?” Parker sounded surprised by the suggestion.

“Stay with me,” I repeated, as I pulled down his blindfold. “Stay with me, Parker.”

“Nicholas, I don’t—” Parker shook his head, his confusion now spreading to his features. “You were the one who said you wanted to keep things practical?—”

“I was wrong.”

“But I still don’t…” Parker’s words trailed off as he looked away from me. “How would that really work, Nicholas? There’s no way I can stay with you. Not here. I have a whole life waiting for me back at Wild Woods HQ?—”

“Then, I’ll have to come with you.”

“You would do that… for me?” Parker murmured. “You would give up your whole life here just to be closer to me?”

“You’d be surprised at what I’d be willing to do for you, Parker Evans.”

Parker paused for a moment, before he shook his head again. “I can’t let you do that, Nicholas.”

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