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As I help Tor pull his dry clothes back on, I kiss each part of his body before it is hidden away beneath his layers. His neck, his pecs, the lines of his abs, his thighs and calves. His cock even gives a half-hearted twitch as I press a delicate kiss to its tip, Tor’s eyes meeting mine and a huff of a laugh escaping him. But it is freezing and there is a haunted look in his eyes that I don’t like to see, so I quickly get him covered.
I quickly get myself dressed and hang all our clothes to dry on a makeshift clothesline near the fire. Tor sits close to the flames, with his back firmly facing the creek, while I collect our lunch dishes and finish washing them before making us hot cups of tea.
Even dry and dressed, we haven’t managed to chase the chill from Tor’s skin so we huddle together under a thermal blanket, watching the bright pastel colours of the early spring sunset dance across the clear sky. The afternoon passes in peaceful silence, our only company the whisper of a quiet breeze that seems to circle us.
When we were talking over the winter, I always worried about meeting Tor, about what being with him in person would be like, if it would be hard to keep up the same momentum of our friendship. But actually beingwithhim has shown me how easy it is. There is something about being in his presence that is justeasy.
I owe the Wood sprites a big thank you. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that it was the sprites of the forest that whipped up the frenzy alerting me to Tor’s fate. He has one hand curled around his tin camping mug, clutching at the warmth. The other sits on my thigh, stroking mindlessly, almost like he is petting a dog.
Not that I mind, except the events of the day have left me with a restless, pent-up energy. My cock has been hard all afternoon, and this isn’t really helping. Just being next to him, his body pressed against mine, his ever-present cinnamon and sugar smell bewitching me, I am possessed with theneedto touch him, remind myself that he’s here, shed some of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The restraint is killing me.
“I’m sorry.” Tor’s gentle words break me out of my musings. “We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have… This was a mistake.” My head snaps up to look at him, hot dread flooding my gut. Sensing my sudden panic, Tor turns to face me, his eyes meeting mine, full of tenderness. His smile is small, but sweet, one side of his lush pink lips curling up, reaching out with his free hand to stroke my beard.
“Notthis.” He waves a hand between us. “This isn’t a mistake. This iseverything.” A breath I didn’t know I was holding releases and my shoulders slump with relief. Tor bumps his shoulder into mine and continues. “I meant this.” He gestures vaguely at the Woods around us, shadows growing in the increasing dark. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have dragged you out here. It was a stupid risk. How could I think to put you in so much danger? It was selfish, just like my parents. Completely inconsiderate of anyone else.So fucking selfish. I just ripped you out of your life, with no fucking thought, and brought you out here like it was a merry lark. It was stupid and selfish and dangerous. And what if Theo isn’t even out here? What if he’s already dead somewhere? Or what if they took him somewhere else? Or he is perfectly safe somewhere, doing his research, and I’ve put us in all this danger fornothing.”
Ok. So Tor is officially freaking out. As he pauses for a breath, I remove his tea out of his hands, placing it on the grass next to us, and take his face in both of my hands, pulling him to face me, my thumbs brushing over his glorious cheekbones.
“Enough, Tor. You didn’t force me out here. I chose to come. Because youknew. Youknewthat this situation with your brother wasn’t right. Youknewsomething was wrong, and he was in danger, just like youknowit now. You are just in shock. And scared. Which is really fucking legitimate because you almost died today. It’s normal for that to rattle you. Thank the Gods you’re fae, so your body recovered, but give your brain time to catch up. You aren’t selfish, Tor. You are not fucking stupid. I never want to hear you talking about my friend like that again. I don’t want to hear it.”
A genuine smile slips onto Tor’s face this time, and one eyebrow quirks. “Friend, hey? Is that all we are now? Not even besties?”
I roll my eyes and gently squeeze his face between my hands. His voice is thin, watery, his sass not managing to cover the tears he is struggling to keep at bay. He sniffs them back though, plastering a smile onto his face and knocking his knee into me.
“You’re a pest. You are more than my friend, Tor. You have been since we first spoke.” I take a deep breath and stroke my hand through his curls, tangling my fingers there while my other hand cups his jaw. “Like you said this, us, you. It’severything.”
With a gentle tug, I pull him towards me, my lips finding his as I kiss him gently at first. His breath hitches as I lick my way into his mouth. A groan slips out of me as Tor threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me into him, taking charge of the kiss, his tongue stroking mine. Despite our awkward angle, we kiss as if our lives depend on it, his breath becoming mine, fused together, becoming deeper and more frantic.
My hard-on, which had diminished somewhat during Tor’s emotional break, roars back to life, pressing firmly against my zipper. With breathy moans, Tor kisses along my bearded jaw and neck, pulling at my collar to suck at the bare skin hidden there.
Another loud groan escapes me as my hips shift on the wooden log beneath us, seeking friction. His hands skim my chest, pinching my nipples through my thermal layers and shirt. During one late night drunken phone call he had found out that was one of my weaknesses and now he is using it against me, twisting and tormenting the hard nubs, sending bolts of white-hot heat shooting through me. Not that I am complaining.
“I want you in my mouth.” His voice is rough, his uneven breath against my sensitive neck scattering goosebumps along my skin, his hand travelling over my soft abs to cup my dick.Oh fuuuuuck…I grind myself against his hand as he squeezes and strokes the hard line of my erection under my pants. He is going to kill me. “I want to feel the weight of you against my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to suck your cock until you come down my throat, screaming my name.” For a fleeting moment, worry flits across my mind that he is doing this for the wrong reasons, but when he slides off the log and between my legs, his lips wet and puffy, eyes filled withneed,I can’t resist.
Tor’s hands are steady for the first time today, slowly slipping the button loose on my pants, and sliding down the zipper. The sound is loud and almost obscene over our heavy breaths in the silence of the trees. I lift my ass to help him shimmy my pants down to my ankles, the frigid air a shock to my overheated skin.
It is far too cold to be so exposed in the dying light of the day, but Tor is there, between my legs, rubbing his hands up and down the curling hair of my thighs in long hard strokes, and for him I would tolerate even the endless blankness of the ether.
His pale eyes are locked on my dick, currently fighting its way out of my black boxer briefs. His eyes flare with heat and he licks his lips, anticipation building between us. With one more upward stroke, his hands slide further up to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down just enough to free my straining dick and balls. My dick hits my shirt-covered stomach with a soft thwack and gives a hard twitch under Tor’s unerring gaze.
“Yes,” he breathes reverently before taking hold of the root and devouring me, his mouth hot and tight as he swallows around me.
A stuttering curse rips from my throat and I dig my fingers into the log on either side of me, the wood biting into my fingers. I am desperately torn between wanting to draw this out for as long as possible and wrapping my fingers in his hair and fucking his face until I come. The emotions of the day, along with the heady compulsion that isTorand the way every cell in my body explodes when he touches me, combine into an almost euphoric pressure inside me.
Pornographic sounds echo through the Woods as Tor slurps at my cock, the thick length stretching his mouth as he slides up and down, his tongue twirling and licking like magic, like his very life depends on sucking my cock. One hand works in tandem with his mouth, working the base he can’t take in, collecting the drool and pre-cum that slicks down to my balls, slicking up my cock as he tugs and twists.
I have always been a little self-conscious about how my hair is down there, how hairy I am everywhere, no matter how much I try to keep myself groomed, but Tor seems to revel in it, his free hand fondling my tight sack down to my taint.
I shift again, hips arching forward, desperate to drive into him and give him room to explore as far as he wants. With one long groan that reverberates down my dick and through my balls, all the way to the orgasm building at the base of my spine, Tor sucks his way up my dick and releases it with a loud pop, before lavishing the head with attention. He sucks on the reddened flared tip, flicking his tongue on the sensitive V underneath and lapping at my weeping slit until I am a groaning, growling mess. I stammer something nonsensical, and I can feel the way he grins around me.
Tor releases the base of my cock, gripping my hips, digging in hard to my flesh with his fingers. He determinedly pulls me all the way into his throat, swallowing my cock whole, his nose brushing against my pubes. I can feel him gag and struggle as he stretches to accommodate my size, his eyes watering as he stares hard into mine. The affection, the tenderness in his gaze, through the haze of lust and wanting, steals my breath in a shuddering exhale.
He gives my hips a few tugs, giving me the hint to let go, and so I raise my hands from their death grip on the wood beside us and grip his head, myhands cupping his jaw, cradling him there. I trace his lower lip with my thumb, stretched and swollen around my cock, drawing a delicate huff and an impatient narrowing of his eyes. His jaw must be aching, and so I stop marvelling at the sight in front of me, searing it to my memory for all eternity, and arch my ass forward fucking into his mouth, chasing release. Tor lets go of my hips and quickly frees his own straining dick, hand jerking furiously as he races me towards his own end.
It is too much, the glorious wet heat of his mouth, the sight of him stroking his gorgeous cock, his eyes shining with need and wanting, hypnotising me. It is like I can feel his own pleasure at pleasing me, my blood thrumming through my veins.
How could I have almost lost this? Lost him?
Pressure builds inside me, fizzing through my veins and with one loud cry that echoes far too wide throughout the Woods, I shout Tor’s name and my cock pulses and I fill his throat. My release brings his own and I feel his come hit my calf as I shoot down his throat.
