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Even if we’re losing the light now, I can see enough to know he’s relaxed while remembering. I don’t know what the fuck it is about woodland that does it for him, but I’d capture it as well, if I could, for him to hold on to during shakier moments. Let him see for himself how far he’s come from the broken kid who arrived here, only first I need to kiss him.
His mouth is hot and sweet, smoky like the air is this close to the fire.
The breeze carries more smoke our way, and Hayden breaks off to stamp out the last embers. Then he extends a hand.
I take it, not caring if it shakes or if it’s steady. That’s all part of him, and I want the whole person with nothing hidden.
We kiss again inside a tent as bare as he has been. There is no stove here, no running water or home comforts traded for work by a man who wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep sending flowers or concert tickets or more. His family don’t need him as their provider. Or their shelter. They only wanted to be that for him when he needed, and he’s a different person for finally seeing it firsthand.
We only have camping mats instead of a honeymoon mattress, but I couldn’t care less when his mouth finds mine again, and our kiss deepens.
His tongue touches mine, and I know he stamped out the campfire. I just watched him do it. Something still smoulders.Inside me.It has for so long now I don’t know when it started or what struck the match that flares each time we do this. I just know I don’t want to stop, and him pulling me down onto a mat with him only makes me hotter. So does what he tells me while taking my clothes off.
“You came to find me.”
He rumbles that against my throat.
“I had to.” I tilt my head back, eyes closed, but I still see the last flickers of leaves and branches through this bell tent’s canvas. I can also still see that flicker of surprise from early this morning, and Hayden’s relief that we weren’t done yet with each other. “I thought I’d already drawn enough for an ending.”
He pulls back, shadowed and so good-looking even while creased with worry. “You didn’t?”
“No. Not for us.”
He responds as if he isn’t anywhere close to done yet either. His mouth is warm, his teeth sharp. They rasp lower down my body as he unfastens more buttons and pushes aside fabric. His beard is a soft-rough combination across my chest. My nipples tauten. So does my belly, while my fucking soul quakes with an aftershock of realisation—I could have walked away from him. Could have taken him at his short-term word. Relief I didn’t spills out. “Love you.”
He sucks my dick, and I love that too, along with his hand spreading on my stomach like he needs to hold me here to keep me.
Keep me?
I’m gonna tie him to this tent and never let him leave it.
Laughter bubbles up, fizzing, and I can’t stop it.
He looks up, and maybe it’s a strange time to be this joyful, but that’s what I am. I’m filled to the fucking brim because we’re getting to have this moment. This second chance. Together.
It’s my wildest ride yet.
I have no intention of stopping, but he breaks off, and I’m not so joyful about that, or about him sounding this raspy and real. “I still don’t?—”
Know what the future holds for him?
He comes out with something different.
“I still don’t know how I got a second shot. With you.” He kisses the head of my dick, still looking up at me. “This time, Iwon’t miss.” Then he sinks, taking me so deep I see heaven, and I bet there will be stars above this tent later. I have constellations all of my own now, and Hayden hung each star in them.
He also gets his clothes off in a hurry. We press together, and I don’t know which I want more—me in him or him in me.
Here’s what I want most.
I snuggle close and get back to kissing, and he doesn’t argue.
We kiss for fucking ever, and don’t ask me how it happens, but I see heaven again when he’s on his side and I get my dick between thighs built by years of soccer practice.
I reach around him, his cock a thick handful, and I love how it fills my fist. How the skin slides. How he’s iron-hard beneath that silk, and how we fit together like this.
I can’t stop saying it, but that’s okay. He groans and his legs tense, and what was already magic gets exponentially better. I can’t stop thrusting, can’t help tightening my hold on his dick, which gets slicker, and he comes with a shudder I follow.
We breathe together, each inhale and exhale a matched pair, until he turns to face me, and if I ever need a reference image for peace, now I have it.
