Taylor groaned in frustration as Will moved around some more, and then suddenly Will half picked him up, one powerful arm clamped around Taylor’s waist, shifting Taylor’s slick, buoyant body. A few errant pokes at balls and cheeks, and without more warning than that, Will’s cock pushed inside.
Taylor froze at the shock of it. Never. Never before had he let this happen. He had another guy’s cock crammed in his ass. He was letting another guy take him. He shook with the pain and confusion of it.
Will was groaning. “Christ God almighty, Taylor…” His voice sounded desperate. On the edge of tears. Will was more shocked than Taylor was — and Taylor calmed a little, listening, absorbing the truth of that.
Will trembled with the effort of holding motionless, but Taylor could feel his heart thundering behind his own, and any fear that he was alone in this, that he had relinquished too much for too little, faded. He winced — wriggled, trying to accommodate that thick rigidity. Water was not enough of a lubricant. What had they been thinking?
“Are you okay?” Will sounded hoarse. He rocked against Taylor — stopped himself — then rocked again like he just couldn’t help it. “Say…something.”
To his astonishment, Taylor heard himself whimper. A helpless little submissive sound — and he nudged his ass against Will’s groin in clear invitation.
WTF? Literally WTF.
And Will responded instantly, unleashed, thrusting in fierce, deep strokes into Taylor’s tight channel, grunting softly like it was a fight, like he was taking body blows.
And Taylor responded by humping back, making those helpless little encouraging cries. Pushing, shoving, insisting.
Well, he’d asked for it, and now he was getting it, impaled on Will’s cock and getting fucked hard and thoroughly. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, mostly because he didn’t want to do a damn thing about it. Will slammed into him, setting the pace — hard and fast — and Taylor raced to catch up, begging for more, just about wild with it. But at least it was mutual now. Both of them out of control with pleasure and pain and longing and bewilderment. This was them. And everything Taylor believed he knew about their partnership was taking a beating.
Splish, splash, he was pounding my ass…
He giggled a little hysterically and Will laughed too, a breathless huff. “You…crazy…bastard…”
And now Taylor had the rhythm, sliding up and down the length of Will’s cock while he grabbed himself hard and jerked off under water, making a little turbulence like the struggles of a ship going down or a drowning sailor sinking under for the last time.
Their sweat hit the water in glistening droplets, steam rising. It was moist and hot and sexy as all get out although they were probably alarming the hell out of the local wildlife.
Taylor was bumping and grinding, trying not to lose the pace, wrestling Will for control. And Will fighting every step of the way, insisting on command. It was frenetic. Sensation started at the base of his cock and spine and sparkled up through nerves and muscle.
Will cursed under his breath and bit the vulnerable join of Taylor’s neck and shoulder. Taylor choked back another gasp of something between a laugh and a sob, and then Will’s hand covered his, pumping him frantically.
He was a little surprised when Will’s face nudged his, Will’s mouth latching on, sweet and hot and hungry. Oh, God. Kisses from Will. His chest tightened in crazy emotional response.
He’d known it would be sweet, but this was almost unbearable, his heart swelling with so much…feeling for Will. Such a terrible tenderness and longing and…love.
And then Will cried out, something broken and inarticulate that Taylor swallowed. He could feel the throb of Will’s orgasm thrumming through his own body, hot water and rubber pushing into him and spilling right out again, and he was sorry it wasn’t just their bodies, silk-skinned steel, but it was still so good —
Flagging, Will thrust against him again, sharply, once…twice…
He began to come himself, spurting into the water, a milky cloud that evaporated as if it had never been.
It was over so quickly. Not fair at all considering how long he’d waited for it.
But his own erection was wilting fast, shriveling down to nothing in the water, and after a few moments he felt Will’s rigid length soften and then slip out of his body.
Will was turning him, pulling him into his arms, holding him tightly, burying his flushed, perspiring face in Taylor’s throat.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Taylor said shakily, locking his arms around Will’s shoulders, hugging him back tightly. “No big deal.”
“Christ, shut up,” Will said unsteadily.
“Thank God we did this. Now we don’t have to ever think about it again.”
“If you don’t want me to drown you, shut up,” Will said. He was laughing, but his laugh cracked.
* * * * *
It was twilight when they reached the bottom of the trail descending to the next canyon.
“We’ll make camp here tonight,” Will said as though expecting an argument, but Taylor just nodded. What was there to argue about? He was worn out, and Will’s silence since they had left Junction Hot Springs unnerved him.
He’d known it would be a mistake to give in to that sexual hunger, but he’d sort of hoped it would take Will longer than three minutes to regret it. Apparently not.
They set up the tent in silence, and Will got the campfire going while Taylor collected loose firewood. The smell of wood smoke and coffee was sweet in the evening air and the stars were already faintly glimmering in the indigo and pink sky. He brought an armload of wood back, dumping it with relief.
“Coffee ready?”
“Not yet.” Will handed Taylor his flask. “Here. Have a slug of this.” He was watching Taylor in a way that made him self-conscious. Taylor raised his brows and Will turned away abruptly.
Great.
Taylor handed back
