Page 46 of Something Unavoidable

Izzy nodded. “Figured I was already at the waxing place, I might as well.” He squirmed while Keegan trailed kisses to hisnipple, then moaned when Keegan caught the bud between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug, followed by a slow suck.

Izzy’s cock was rock hard and sticking up between their bodies, the wet tip smearing in the coarse reddish-blond hair of Keegan’s happy trail. Izzy rocked his hips, obviously liking the sensation. “Come onnn. Pleeease,” he whined when Keegan released his nipple and made his way to the other. Keegan hid a grin. It was going to be a long night for his brat if he was already begging. Because Keegan had no intention of being rushed. He was going to taste every inch of Izzy’s body before he gave in to what they both wanted.

Izzy only forgot his hands once while Keegan explored and teased him to the brink, and a stern look had him putting them back with a murmured “Sorry, Henry,” that almost made Keegan abandon his plans. He didn’t know why, maybe it was Izzy’s tone, but hearing his given name on Izzy’s lips set off all of his possessive instincts.

As a reward, he sucked Izzy’s balls into his mouth, one, then the other, until Izzy was writhing and nearly sobbing with pleasure. Then Keegan pressed Izzy’s knees toward his chest and ate him out until hewassobbing, tears streaking his cheeks, his cock red and bobbing in the air. Keegan checked Izzy’s hands and found them white-knuckled and twisted in the sheets. “Good boy,” he said, earning a full-body shudder as precome beaded on the tip of Izzy’s cock and dripped to his belly.

With Izzy’s hole thoroughly wet and loose, Keegan didn’t bother to get the lube. He pressed in with two fingers at the same time that he swallowed Izzy’s cock to the root.

Izzy let out a shout that made one of the dogs bark in response, causing Keegan to laugh and nearly choke before he got himself together again. Izzy was begging, broken-off words tripping over each other as Keegan massaged his prostate and sucked him, slow and steady, controlling the pace to build thepleasure for as long as possible. When he decided Izzy had earned it, he lifted his head enough to say, “Hold on to me,” then doubled down.

Izzy made a relieved sound as he sank his hands into Keegan’s hair and hung on for dear life. Keegan worked him over, alternating between slow sucks and thrusts of his fingers until Izzy spilled. He shook, his chest heaving, his hands tugging Keegan’s hair rhythmically as he babbled thank yous interspersed with hitched moans. When he fell to the sheets, limp and sweaty, Keegan crawled up and gripped himself, fucking into his own hand until he shuddered and came across Izzy’s perfect skin while murmuring praise into Izzy’s throat.

They’d made enough ofa mess the night before that Keegan had to change the sheets after cleaning them both up. He was glad he had a spare set, but they’d need a new plan if they were going to be up here for a week. Maybe towels. Keegan pictured Izzy’s writhing body, the toys on the dresser, and all the things he wanted to do to his brat. They might not have enough towels either. Maybe there was an old canvas tarp in the storage closet?

Izzy was still out cold, his head on Keegan’s shoulder, an arm and a leg draped over him, despite it being several hours past the time he was usually up for work. Keegan wasn’t surprised; it had been a long and emotionally draining day yesterday. And while the sex had been satisfying and just what they both needed, it had worn Izzy out to the point that Keegan had been cleaning up his mostly unconscious body by the end.

Keegan debated sneaking out from under him and heading down to start breakfast. The dogs were being patient, but he could hear them beginning to move around, and they’d need to go out soon. If Keegan didn’t open the door, Chance, the escape artist, would. The issue being that he never had learned to close it behind him and it was in the negative digits out there.

Eventually, he pressed a kiss to Izzy’s bare shoulder and eased out from under him, replacing his body with a pillow that Izzy hugged to his chest. He stroked a final caress over Izzy’s defined cheekbone, then pulled on a hoodie and thick socks before climbing down the stairs.

The dogs went out and did their business, while Keegan did his own in the downstairs bathroom. When he let them back in, Riley was the first to make her careful way up the steps in search of her new favorite person.

Keegan got the coffee going and started breakfast, wondering if he was going to end up feeding Izzy in bed this morning. He was still debating when Izzy appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a pair of sweats and one of Keegan’s hoodies. His hair was a mess, and he was still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Keegan smiled at the picture he made. “Make sure you get some socks. It’s warming up, but the floor is still cold. And please help Riley on the stairs. She can go up, but getting back down is harder.”

Izzy nodded, disappeared for a moment, then came back and helped Riley half walk, half stumble down to the first floor.

When they made it to the kitchen, Keegan handed Izzy a cup of coffee and stole a kiss. “There are extra towels in the bathroom if you want to shower while I finish breakfast.”

Izzy hummed and kissed him again, then took his coffee with him to the bathroom. A moment later, Keegan heard the shower cut on.

Izzy returned when Keegan was plating their breakfast—eggs, thick-cut sausage, biscuits and gravy. He looked much more awake and made an appreciative sound when he sat down at the small table across from Keegan. “I thought you did the healthy breakfast thing,” he said as he dug in. Then he moaned. “This is amazing,” he mumbled around a bite.

Keegan had to agree with him. This was one of his favorite things about coming up to the cabin. “I indulge up here. And I can get away with it, thanks to all the work that needs to be done to keep the place in shape, plus the hiking.”

Izzy nodded. “Makes sense. Did you, um—” He hesitated, taking another bite of food and then a sip of coffee while Keegan waited. “Were you going hiking today? I can totally entertain myself while you do.”

For a minute, Keegan thought Izzy was trying to avoid a hike, then he realized what he was actually asking. “I was planning to, but I hoped you’d come with me. There are some beautiful views.”

Izzy was focused on his plate, but Keegan could still see the edges of his smile. “Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Why not?”

An hour later, they were out on one of Keegan’s favorite winter trails. At this elevation, they were still below the tree line and protected from the wind. There was about eight inches of snow on the ground, enough to turn everything into a perfect white wonderland, but not so much that they’d struggle to walk. The dogs bounded ahead, but Riley came back a few minutes later and attached herself to Izzy’s side. Izzy tried to convince her to go play with the others, but she wasn’t buying it.

“She usually sticks close,” Keegan told him. “I think she feels more secure when she can see us.”

“That, or she doesn’t trust you not to get lost up here,” Izzy teased, flashing Keegan a smile that made him wish for a camera. Izzy’s cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold andframed by his blond curls, poking out from beneath his dark, knit hat. He was bundled up in Keegan’s spare winter gear, which fit him well enough, despite the few inches of height difference between them. Keegan liked the look of Izzy in his clothes, even if it was just a winter coat, neck gaiter, and thermal gloves. It set off that same warm, possessive thing in his chest that he’d felt the night before.

They hiked out for around forty minutes before they reached the first break in the tree line. Izzy made a sound of surprise as he stepped out onto the large, flat boulder that made up the overlook. He held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked out over the layers and layers of blue-tinged mountains. The wind was stronger here, whipping the ends of his hair around his face.

Keegan looked on in confusion as Izzy used his teeth to pull off his glove, then dug around in the pocket of his coat.

He grinned around the glove when he caught Keegan watching. “Ha!” he said in triumph as he pulled out his phone. “I might not have any signal, but I don’t need one for the camera.” He took a few photos of the view, then crouched down to get some of Riley. Eventually, he motioned Keegan over and had him pose for a selfie. At the last moment, he turned and kissed Keegan’s cheek, startling him, but not stopping him from pulling Izzy in for a real kiss as soon as the photo shoot was over.

The kiss tapered off, their breaths fogging in the air between them as they watched each other for a beat. Then with a wink and a grin, Izzy turned and went after Riley, who was waiting at the start to the rest of the trail. Keegan followed, bemused by this new side to his normally surly brat. If this was Izzy when he was happy, Keegan was in even more trouble than he’d realized. He would do a hell of a lot to keep that smile on Izzy’s face.

“I’m not sure whyyou’re so against it,” Keegan said for the millionth—okay, second—time.

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