Holding the gaze, he curls his hand around Matthew’s thick cock. He leans forward and kisses the underside of its tip. Poking his tongue past purse lips to sample the treat and lapping up the shaft before taking him into his mouth.
Matthew falls back, grinding his skull into the mattress and gripping knots of bedspread in his fists. A grunt rumbles from his belly and gurgles past his throat. His legs squirm and knees spread, begging for more.
Brendon’s lips and tongue and hand work his cock. Squeezing the base in his fingers and sucking its thick head. A nutty flavor coats his tastebuds as Matthew swells with anticipation.
His hand lays on the back of Brendon’s head and his pelvis rolls forward, pushing himself gently into Brendon’s throat.
Brendon releases his own dick from his shorts with one hand. Pulling away from Matthew to coat his palm with spit and diving back down to devour him, he strokes himself as he bobs on Matthew’s lap.
The room is buzzing with electricity as they make the best of the few moments away from the group.
“I’m coming, Brendon.” Matthew rasps.
“Mmm,” Brendon spills onto the rug beneath them when Matthew’s body convulses, filling his mouth. He swallows, climbing back onto the bed and laying his body over Matthew’s torso, heaving for air. He looks into his eyes and kisses his mouth. Soft pecks on his lips, chin, and nose.
“Happy birthday.”
Matthew chuckles, wrenching him closer. “We could just stay here and let them go to the show without us?”
“I want to watch the fireworks with you.” Brendon hovers over his face, grinning.
“You just showed me fireworks, babe.” He pushes his face forward and presses their lips together.
“I’m not finished yet.” Brendon lifts away, wagging a brow. “We have all night.”
“Mmm—” Matthew growls. “Kiss me.”
***
Brendon picks pale blue shorts and a cream t-shirt for the fireworks gathering, tucking his phone into his pocket for its LED flashlight on the dark hike back. Slipping his bare feet into canvas sneakers, he meets Matthew in the hall.
He’s dressed in a short-sleeved button down in blue with big white flowers printed all over and yellow shorts matching wrap slip-ons. His apricot curls are freshly sculpted into dampened bundles. He scoops an arm around Brendon’s waist and pulls him in for a long kiss before they trot down the stairs to join the others.
“You boys smell nice.” Robbie joins them at the bottom step and matches their strut toward the patio.
Matthew’s devious chuckle is laced with secrets.
“Thanks.” Brendon is savoring the musk lingering under his nose. “Cute shorts.”
Robbie beams. “Thanks, babe.”
Jamie and Nathan rise from their chairs around the table.
“Are we ready to go?” Afternoon cocktails have softened Perry like a wet noodle.
Eli stuffs his hands in his pockets and follows Phoenix, who’s decked in his flashiest look yet. A sleeveless lavender tee with high-low crop reading “FAGUETTE” in metallic sequins across his chest. White denim shorts painted on with frayed slices peeking under his bare ass cheeks, trailing down his thighs.
Brendon admires the kid’s unwavering dedication to advertising his goods.
Dennis cradles a bundle of rolled blankets under one arm and takes Robbie’s hand leading the parade down the trail. Matthew and Brendon bring up the caboose, sharing flirty glances and occasionally linking their pinky fingers as hands swing past each other.
Nathan grins back, catching them bumping shoulders and giggling.
Brendon’s red face warns Matthew and they straighten up the rest of the way.
The sun sets behind the mountain ridge and the sky turns navy with a sprinkling of stars. The leaves whisper against each other on the soft breeze threading through the valley. Moonlight shimmers the surface of the lake as they pass by and hike the incline up-shore until they reach the raised clearing.
Groups gather, claiming their spots in ankle-tall grass and wildflowers with blankets or foldable lawn chairs.. Headlights from vehicles parking alongside a dirt road tracing the lake’s edge shine out into the trees, casting tall shadows before dimming off.