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He moaned happily, snuggling closer, and I considered cleaning up the mess, but I wasn’t ready to remove my fingers from their place inside him yet.

fourteen

Parker

“We’rebeingtoolazy,”Ravi said the next morning after we’d gotten each other off yet again.

“Is there such a thing as being too lazy?”I rolled onto my back and stretched, and he reached out and hauled me back on top of him.It should have been overbearing, but I was so starved for snuggles that I was drinking in every moment of his unexpected obsession with cuddling, as if I could stockpile it for later.

“How about a hike and a picnic?”I asked as he gently kneaded my left ass cheek like it was a stress ball.I didn’t mind one bit.My ass had never gotten so much positive attention, and it turned out my ass loved it.Sutton, for all his straight-presenting masculinity, had been a cock-hungry slut of a bottom who only wanted to be pounded rough and raw.

No pounding had even happened with Ravi yet, but I was enjoying our sexy snuggles too much to care.I looked up to find him staring at me.

“Can you do the hike in a jockstrap?I like looking at your ass, knowing it’s mine.”

“Yours?”I asked.

“You said it yourself, free ass pass.”

I laughed, loving the thought of being his toy to touch whenever he felt like it, wherever he felt like it.“If you’re pulling the free ass pass, I suppose I can — no one is around, anyway, and only the camp uses the trail.”

He nodded curtly and slid his glasses on, standing and stretching.

I took a moment to leer at his gorgeous body.“Are you sure you don’t want to just stay here while I lick every inch of you?”

He shot me an unreadable look.“You’re getting spoiled.You dress, I’ll pack a lunch.”

Pouting a little, because being spoiled was fun, I dug through my drawer for a mesh rainbow jockstrap that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and stood, leaning against the bed, waiting for him to notice, as he bustled around the cabin packing a bag.When he noticed, he stopped, his jaw dropping, and dropped the backpack in his hand to the floor.

“Turn,” he said, and I did a little pirouette for him, listening to the way his breath caught as my ass came into view.“That’ll do.”

“I hope we don’t run into anyone.Ready to go?”I asked, watching over my shoulder as he picked up his backpack and shouldered it.

“Definitely.”Ravi’s dimples flashed as he smiled at me, a little cheeky.“I think you should lead.Because you know the way.”

“Uh-huh,” I shot him a cheeky smile, then led the way over to the lake.Although the camp was deserted, the thrill of being exposed like this, for him, made my body hot.I was acutely aware of every breeze that feathered over the skin that wasn’t usually bared, and even more aware of his eyes on my body.My cock grew hard, my balls hanging heavy against the mesh as I felt the heat of those eyes on my bare ass.

Occasionally, he’d stop, teasing me with touches as he showed me an interesting plant, or picked some wild berries for us.He made ample use of his free pass to touch my body, driving me wild with his gentle exploration.

Finally, we found the perfect spot for our picnic: a secluded grassy area with a stunning view of the lake.I spread out a blanket and Ravi poked around at the plants under a big ponderosa pine, tugging his sketchbook out of his back pocket.With anyone else, this shift of focus might have insulted me, but somehow, with Ravi, it made sense.

“What is it about plants?”I asked, sprawling out on the blanket.

He glanced up at me and pushed his glasses up on his nose as his eyes roamed over my mostly bare skin.He swallowed hard.“Um, plants.Yeah.”

“Go on,” I said, biting my bottom lip.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses again.“After I accidentally killed a goldfish when I was six, my parents got me a plant when I wanted another pet.They told me to take care of the plant to prove I could handle more.But I became obsessed with caring for the plant, and then another, and another.And soon I had a little garden under my windowsill, and they were my friends.”

“Your friends?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”He came over and sat next to me.“I could never figure people out, but plants, it’s easy to make them happy.And you can tell when they’re happy — they flourish and grow.People.you can’t always tell.”

“Well,” I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.“In case you can’t tell, you’ve been making me very, very happy these past few days.”

“I can tell sometimes with you.Not at first, but now that I know you better.You’re less of a mystery to me than most.”

“Because I blurt out whatever’s on my mind?”I waggled my eyebrows at him.

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