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Albie sighed. “Percival Collins, you are a dangerous man. Now I’ll be thinking of nothing else for the remainder of the ride. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to ride with a... certain hardness.”
Percy laughed. “Why, yes, Albert Bramwell, I do believe I am familiar.”
Albie grumbled. “I’m sorry I asked.”
“If it’s any consolation,” Percy added, “tomorrow I’ll be the one who’ll be sorry.”
“I’ll make sure of that.”
Then it was Percy who shifted in his saddle, warmth pooling low in his belly, in his balls. And he was all of a sudden far too impatient for it. “Could we pick up the pace a little. Time’s wasting.”
* * *
The lowland near the river was just as beautiful in summer as it had been in winter.
There were flowers and tall grasses swaying in the breeze, and the sun was, thankfully, now getting low. The river was more a creek now, shallower than it had been when they’d been here to herd the horses, but it was still flowing, and boy, was it sure good to drink.
They found a good spot to set up camp not far from the water, under the cover of some trees along the old riverbed. Once the horses were settled, they collected some wood and dried grass, and while Albie started the campfire, Percy collected some fresh water from the river and sorted out their rations of food.
Percy rolled out their swag, getting their bed ready, and sure, he was hungry for food, but he was way hungrier for something else.
It’d been a week since Albie had taken him the way he liked the most. Sure, there’d been other ways to share their bodies, but what Percy ached for was to feel Albie inside him.
He almost pouted when Albie insisted they eat first.
“But I know you,” Albie said. “Eating will take five minutes. What you want will take considerably longer. And I want to take my time with you.”
Percy hated common sense and reasoning.
He sighed. “Fine, but this will be the quickest dinner we’ve ever had.” Percy had never had much patience, and he had even less now that they were alone and were free to do as they pleased.
It felt like a gift they were wasting on unnecessary things such as food.
Dinner was bread toasted on the fire with cheese on top so it melted, and some of Clara’s stewed fruit and tea from a billy. Percy was too impatient to enjoy any of it, and to make it worse, Albie didn’t even seem to care.
So Percy played a different game.
He groaned when he bit into the cheese and toast. Albie had laughed at first, but when he looked over to Percy, he made a show of licking his fingers and moaning.
Then Albie wasn’t smiling.
So Percy moaned again, higher pitched this time, almost a whine, and he let his head drop back and he closed his eyes. “So good,” he murmured.
Albie said nothing, so when Percy dared to open his eyes, he found Albie staring at him. Eyes dark by the flickering fire, his jaw bulging. “Percy,” he warned.
“Hmm,” he sighed. Then he licked his lips, teasing. “Do you have a problem?”
Albie’s nostrils flared and he put his plate down real slow. Then, without a word, he stood up and stepped closer to Percy, grabbed him by the shirt, and dragged him backward to the bedroll.
Percy almost dropped his plate, barely managing to set it down at all before Albie pushed him onto his stomach and held him down with his weight.
“You are trouble,” Albie mumbled gruffly, his lips at the back of Percy’s ear. “You tease me all day like you don’t know what you do to me.”
Then he ground his erection against Percy’s bottom. Percy spread his legs wider. “Oh, Albie, please.”
“You know what you do to me,” Albie bit out. “I want you every minute of every day. To see you covered in sweat in the stables, to have you tell me you want me when we’re in our saddles for hours on end. Do you know how hard I’ve been all day?”
Percy raised his hips, sliding his hands underneath him to undo the buttons. “Take me, Albie. I need it.”
