Page 60 of Dared

He hummed against my throat. “Mmm. And you.” Lifting his head, he kissed across my jaw, then the corner of my mouth, and finally, our lips met.

He pulled away, panting. Palming his ass as he rolled his hips down, I mouthed at the side of his throat. “Tell me what you’d do. If we could. I dare you.”

“Finn. Oh, fuck.” His soft little whimper made my dick throb. “More.”

“You want more, baby? Tell me what you’d do.” I eased down his boxer briefs as I continued kissing and licking over his skin. The way he was wriggling on top of me as he struggled to get mine off at the same time made my eyes roll back, my dick leaking precum. When Leo moved to straddle my thighs properly, letting them take his weight, I finally managed to get a hand wrapped around both of us. I’d seen someone do this in a video, and it had stuck in my mind, and I just hoped I could work out what I was doing so it was good for Leo.

“Oh,” he breathed. Shifting forwards, he brought his hand up. I couldn’t exactly tell what he was doing in the dark, but I heard…was he spitting into his hand?

My question was answered a second later when his hand joined mine, sliding down our cocks, and it was wet.

I groaned. Why was that so fucking hot?

“I-I saw someone do that, when I was, um, researching,” he whispered.

Words failed me. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect a reply, his hand joining mine in stroking our dicks together as hecarried on speaking.

“If—if we could do it now…I’d want to be underneath you so I could feel you covering me. I’d feel safe.”

“Oh, baby…” I stroked my free hand over his thigh.

“I don’t know which way around we’d do it, but I’d want to make sure we spent enough time preparing. Before that, I thinkI’d like to kiss you. And…and for you to kiss me, and touch me, and?—”

“Fuck,” I gasped, my body seizing up as I came, hard, coating our hands in my release. Leo groaned, his cum-soaked hand moving faster on his own erection, and then he was coming, too, curling over me.

“More mess.” His soft, breathless whisper was resigned, but I could hear the humour in his tone, and it made me smile. That, and the fact that we always seemed to end up with a mess to clear up.

This time, though, I was prepared. I manoeuvred him onto the camping mat next to me, missing the feel of his body against mine straight away.

“I brought wipes.”

The noise that fell from his mouth could have been a question or agreement or something else…I didn’t know. Concentrating on my goal, I dug out the pack of wipes and cleaned us up as best I could in the dark. When I’d done everything I could, the used wipes were safely stowed away, and we were back under the sleeping bag in our underwear, I pulled Leo into me, wrapping my arms around him.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded against me. “Yeah.”

“Leo. I?—”

The noise from outside had us both freezing up. I couldn’t describe it…something like the way I imagined a tent might sound if it was collapsing…

“Is that—” Leo began, but he cut himself off at the string of mumbled swear words in a familiar voice, followed by a sentence that I could make out clearly.

“We don’t have a fucking tent, Con.”

“Yeah, but?—”

“Connor. Our tent collapsed.”

“Yeah, and that’s your fucking fault for not?—”

“I’ve never been camping before! I’ve told you this a hundred times!”

“Okay! Fuck! We’re gonna wake up the whole campsite if we don’t shut the fuck up.”

Their voices lowered, and I crawled to the front of the tent, unzipping the door flap. A rush of cool air entered the tent, and I shivered, although I did my best to ignore the sudden chill. What we’d done in this tent…let’s just say it needed some fresh air to get rid of the evidence. It wasn’t cold, anyway, just quite a bit cooler than the enclosed space where I’d been all wrapped up in my best friend.

“What’s happening?” I hissed, and the two crouching figures in front of me startled.

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