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“Nothing,” he says, and I turn my head to look at him.

“Come on, tell me the truth. What is it? You still mad at me?”

A shadow passes over his face, but then he shakes his head. “No. I know what this is. It’s clear to me now. And yes, we should do that again. Until this ends.”

I stare at him and then lean over, letting my mouth hover over his. He lets out a shaky exhale and then lifts up, letting our lips touch. It’s sweet, tender, and when we curl up next to each other, my hand slips around his waist, holding him tightly.

His fingers lace with mine and I hear his breathing go from steady and sure to slow and slumbering. I stay awake far too long, pulling apart the way he looked at me and what it means…

What I’m afraid it might mean.

22

WYATT

We end up hiking the next morning, a local dude-bro guide with a backwards hat and incredibly short shorts ushering us into the rainforest with a large grin. He looks far too happy to be trudging through wet leaves with his balls nearly hanging out.

He chats away with an ease I myself don’t possess. “My name’s Bron. Been a local here for the last ten years. This is the coolest hike. But watch out for the monkeys. They’re like aggressive, man.”

Well, fuck. I hate monkeys. As we start the trek down the dirt path, Bron shares about the history of the island. It’s way more informative and interesting than I thought it would be, and it helps to take my mind off how fucking tired I am, because, fuck, my legs aren’t cut out for this. I haven’t been to the gym in ages and while my consumption of food has increased, my endurance has not. I needed to train for this hike, but I didn’t get any notice.

Doesn’t help that I used muscles I didn’t know existed while fucking Matthias last night. I’d rather be doing that again right now than this hike.

“You okay?” Matthias asks me as I stop to catch my breath, my hands on my knees. It also doesn’t help that it’s humid today and Matthias is wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a tight shirt—both of which allow me to see every bit of him.

Every time he steps, his ass flexes and it reminds me of sticking my dick inside it.

It’s incredibly hard to hike when you’re horny and out of shape.

“Fine,” I hiss as he hands me a bottle of water. I take it, wrench the cap off, and gulp some down, swiping my mouth with the back of my hand when I’m done. “Just didn’t know you’d try to kill me so early in the morning.”

“You’re not going to die,” he says as Bron strides over to us and waves his hands around.

“Dude, breathe through your nose. Come on, or you’ll miss the rainbows. Chop. Chop!”

I growl, wanting to chop his legs off so he can slow the hell down. Fuck, I need a hot bath and a massage after this. I ache.

I glance at Matthias and wonder if he’ll give me one when we get home. I mean, it’s the least he can do after tricking me into this.

“About a mile more is the waterfall and then we can have lunch,” Bron says far too cheerfully.

I glower at Matthias. A mile more? I won’t make it.

Especially when I see Matthias turn around and bend down to tie his shoe. I swear I can see his butthole through those thin shorts. Now my cock is rock hard.Well, this is fucking annoying, I think as I stand up and adjust myself. The guide catches my movement but only winks and says nothing.

“Use those glutes and your core. Will make this hike way easier, man.”

Nothing about this is easy.

I shuffle along behind Matthias as we continue our trek, my dick vacillating between hard and soft depending on the way Matthias’s ass flexes. It’s as exhausted as I am by the time we arrive at the waterfall.

It doesn’t help that I’m half dead, my legs a little like jelly and my chest heaving.

“Come have a seat over here, but careful! It’s slippery,” Bron says. “If you fall, you die.” He cackles, and I frown, searching for a rock to perch on. I find one far enough away from the ledge where I won’t tumble to my death, but as I move, my feet slip from underneath me and I find myself on my ass, sliding toward my doom.

This is it. Death by slippery rock. I won’t even get to kiss Matthias again. I see birds fluttering above me as I start to topple over the edge, my arms too tired to even reach out and grab anything.

But before I go, someone grabs on to me roughly, picking me up as if I weigh nothing. I’m jostled slightly, my teeth rattling and my head spinning.

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