Page 52 of The Falcon and the Foe

“Sorry again.”

Cal slid into his bag and pulled it close to his chin. He turned to face me, just as bewildered by the sleeping setup as me. His lips were red and slick. “Well, good night?”

“This is how you sleep?”

“I lean this way. My other shoulder is kind of busted.”

I could not spend the night with my lips that close to Cal Hogan. For multiple reasons. I could smell his toothpaste and his unique scent mixed with the smokey smell of lingering fire.

I flipped over and faced the tent wall before I pitched my own tent. What the hell was wrong with me? The first time in years, I get inches from another man, and my dick goes haywire.

I shook off whatever thoughts were in my mind. Even turned away from Cal, I could feel him behind me. I could feel the gap between my ass and his crotch, like the negative space of magnets.

“Do you snore?” he asked me.

“No. Do you?”

“I don’t think so. Well, how would we know if we snore, though? Let me know if I snore. Feel free to nudge me and turn me over like a hamburger on the grill.”

I snorted out a laugh.

“Good night, Cal.”

“Do you have enough room?”

“Nope.”

“Me, neither.”

The glow of moonlight illuminated my side of the tent. As did the flashlights from the scouts’ tents. I hoped they got a decent night's sleep and didn’t stay up all night. I was going to go out there to say something, but I couldn’t move.

“We’re going to feel like shit tomorrow, aren’t we?” I said to the tent wall.

“Oh, one hundred percent.”

Silence took over before we erupted into laughter.

* * *

To my delight,I fell asleep easily. The long day plus sugar crush combined to form a powerful sleep aid.

I dreamt about Cal.

We were around the campfire, and I kept thinking about how he was looking at me. Only this time, I didn’t keep it to ourselves. In the dream, I leaned forward and kissed him. And then other things started to happen. Sexual things. Cal pushing me down to the ground and rutting against me, his stiff cock poking into my leg.

I jolted awake, catching my breath. My dick was hard as a rock. Something didn’t feel right, though. Or it did but in a wrong kind of way.

That was when I looked down at Cal’s hand palming my chest. His fingers massaged me in slow strokes, sending fire through my core. His hand drifted southward to my aching, engorged cock that was enjoying the hell out of this.

He palmed me through my sweatpants.

“What are you doing?” I whispered in the darkness.

Cal let out a snore. I peeked behind me, and his eyes were closed. He was fast asleep.

Sleep-groping me.

He emitted a soft moan in between snores, his hands running up and down the front of my body. I sunk into his touch for a few more seconds before coming...to my senses.

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