Page 58 of All Your Days
I thought maybe he had regrets about what we did in the trailer. After everything he said back at the outpost, I’m not fooling myself into thinking that it meant anything other than two people helping each other at the worst of times.
Just like now.
Because it’s either sink into him and the feel of his hands on me, or face everything. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be strong enough for that. So right now I’m gonna do the dumb thing, and ignore the dark and scary feelings and nightmares lurking—it’s easy to do with his lips on mine.
He devours me with his hands as much as his mouth. Gentle pressure on my jaw with his thumb has me refocusing on the sweep of his tongue against the seam of my lips and I open to let him taste me. The stew tastes good on him.
One strong hand cups my jaw, fingers flexing against my neck. The other skims across my back until his arm is wrapped around me. I yelp into his mouth when he lifts me from my kinda awkward spot next to him, nearly throwing me onto his lap.
Because I’m a helpful kinda guy, I work with him to straddle his thighs, shimmying up until our straining dicks are pressed between our stomachs.
The slickness pooling there smears all in the hairy strip on his abs, the one that tickles my ultra sensitive crown with each erratic thrust of my hips.
Considering we spent all those hours fucking, I don’t know how our dicks are even up to it. I shouldn’t be so painfully erect and close to coming that the slide of his cock against mine has me ready to shoot.
It does, though. My hands dig into his shoulders, my teeth into his lip. The air between our mouths grows humid with my desperate pants. I set the pace, his hands squeezing my arse while I rut mindlessly against him. Blurry-eyed, I watch him, his eyes screwed shut, a fine sheen of sweat beading on his brow. The sun burns my fevered skin.
It was too dark in the trailer last night. Too chaotic. There're only flashes, impressions that I can’t seem to catch hold of. It’s nowhere near enough. I want more. I want to see his face and know what he looks like when he comes. I want to burn it into my memories forever.
The neediness in me is almost as desperate as it was last night, only without the frenzied burning feeling. I wriggle in his lap, trying to get my hand around him, but as I lean back, my arse moves in his hands. His long slender fingers slip between mycheeks. When they brush against the sensitive, puckered rim of my hole, it’s over for me.
Even knowing I was close, it still takes me by surprise, my cock jerking, spilling all over us. The roll of my hips slows as my orgasm takes me over. Jacob strokes me like a cat, one hand circling my hole, the other kneading my lower back and arse cheeks.
When I gain control of my hands again, I continue with my original plan—only now I have all my cum to jerk him with.
“Fuck, Eli.Fuck. Yes, faster. Just there. Keep goin’…”Jacob whines, his head falling back in pleasure. Through the burn of him squeezing my sensitive back, his fingers digging into bruises he made only hours ago, I follow every instruction, memorising the velvety feel of his cock against my palm.
I’m gonna draw this. Draw our bodies against each other, his swollen cock pressed against my softening one, my hand stroking him.
He doesn’t have to tell me when he’s gonna come, I can feel the way he swells at the base and every muscle in his body locks. It’s incredible to watch every tiny detail when his cum joins the river I’ve made.
Enthralled, I can’t take my eyes away, even when his forehead drops to mine. His chest rises and falls sharply as he tries to get himself back together.
“I think we’re gonna need another bath.” He laughs in disbelief.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Cum coats my hand, our stomachs, our cocks, our laps. I’d lick it off, but somehow the red dirt has already gotten into the sticky mess.
“Come on.” Jacob smacks my arse sharply. I gasp in shock, lord knows it wasn’t enough to hurt. His grin is positively wicked, making my heart skip wildly in my chest. “How about I wash you, and you wash me?”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Blow jobs by the wash basin, another handy in the tent when it’s too hot to sit in the sun any longer—it’s incredible all the ways we avoid the horrors we’ve been through with sex. I even pushed Jacob over the saddle he was cleaning, licking his hole and jerking his cock until he came all over the leather, meaning he had to clean it all over again.
It works until the comfort of the sun disappears and the night brings too many shadows for things to hide in. Until dinner is eaten and cleaned up and there is nothing much else to do. That’s when reality starts to poke its ugly head in.
Alone together, it’s too quiet. Until now it was easy to pretend that the others were just out, getting water, out scouting on watch, out taking a leak. Around the campfire with only the stars and our two remaining camels, the people we’re missing loom like giants.
“So, we need to keep watch, right?” Sitting around the camp stove, I squeeze out through a yawn. Jacob looks just as beat as I am. We’ve taken care to drink enough water and eat what we can, but recovering after the Rains takes time.
“I think we can go without it. We got the camels, they’ll warn us. It’s not ideal but it’ll do. Anything out there is gonna be too wrecked from the Rains to cause trouble.” Jacob nods at the camels tied strategically around the single tent we cleaned out earlier today, moving all the stuff back into the trailer. Neither of us suggested we set up the spare tent.
“You still right to sleep together tonight?” Well, never suggested until right now, apparently, with Jacob bringing up the issue.
I take a deep breath in through my nose, releasing it slowly from my mouth, trying to figure out how to say there is no way I am spending this night not plastered to him, without saying that exact thing.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Understatement of the year, Moby would declare.
Fuck. I miss him. The pain of it hits me like a punch to the guts. I came so close to never seeing his face ever again. The idea is unbearable.
