“Forget it. I’m joking.” Taylor flashed hima brief, meaningless smile and threw his waders in the back of theSUV with the ice chest of fish. The boots clunked heavily and fellaway from each other.
“Taylor.” Will put a hand on his shoulderand Taylor slid out from under it.
“Let it go, Will.”
“No. I’m not going to let it go.” Will’shand closed on Taylor’s bony shoulder, and he turned Taylor to facehim. “It’s been a little awkward, that’s all.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.”
Frowning, Will regarded Taylor, taking inthe flushed cheeks, the stormy eyes, the sulky mouth. Taylor wasnot a guy who sulked, but that was definitely an unhappy curve tohis lips. Not just unhappy. Hurt.
“You’re wrong,” Will said. “You couldn’t bemore wrong.” He angled his head and covered Taylor’s mouth in acoaxing kiss. Taylor kissed him back reluctantly. Will deepened thekiss, and Taylor’s lips parted with a tiny sigh.
It was the sigh that did it, that helplessconcession, Taylor suddenly receptive and accessible and so sweetas he opened to Will, even leaning against him as though he wassuddenly too tired to fight.
Which was probably true. He sure hadn’tseemed to do much sleeping the night before, had even turned downWill’s offer of a backrub.
Maybe that made sense now.
“You’re nuts,” Will said softly. “This isevery bit as frustrating for me. I just don’t let myself thinkabout it, that’s all.” He reached down and found Taylor’swaistband, undoing the metal button, popping the rivets of hisfly…pop…pop…pop…
“How do you mana…” Taylor’s voice gave outas Will pushed his hand in, worked his way through the front ofTaylor’s boxers, meeting his cock halfway.
Yes. Beautiful. Velvet skin stretched tautover that tensile thrusting hardness. He could only spare a briefcaress, reaching further for those painful, much-neglected balls.He cradled the plush, fragile sacks in his palm.
Taylor sagged back against the side of theSUV, arching a little, moaning, “Will…” Stricken and beautiful,eyes shut, trembling, making those small sounds as Will petted andstroked him, occasionally jumping as Will pinched his thigh or buttcheek.
This was crazy. A forest ranger could bewatching them right now. Another fisherman could drive up anysecond — with a carload of kids. And his mother. And the familyminister. But no way could Will stop now. He flexed his hand,pressed his thumb to the hot entrance between Taylor’s butt cheeks,and Taylor gasped, shuddered.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Will’s voicewas rough with excitement and longing.
“Whatever you want, Will.”
Christ almighty. Hearing those soft,submissive words, Will’s cock went so rigid so fast he nearly didhimself a permanent injury. Sheer crazy fantasy because there wasno one less submissive than Taylor. When he handed over control itwas on a strictly limited basis, and even then Will always had asuspicion Taylor was secretly directing the action.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Will said.
Taylor shivered, started shoving at hisLevi’s. Will turned him to face the SUV, yanked his jeans down,yanked his boxers down. And Taylor leaned against the side of thecar, docile, pants around his ankles, goose bumps on the paleperfect globes of his ass. Waiting for whatever Will was going todo to him. Beautiful. Taylor rested his forehead on his bent arm,and the nape of his neck looked boyish.
Will swallowed dryly, shoved down theclinging long johns, taking himself in hand, pressing againstTaylor. The exquisite sensation as the head of his cock pressedagainst the hot bull’s-eye of Taylor’s body… Taylor whimpered.
Will stopped. “Hell. Hold on…”
Taylor’s head jerked up. “What. The. Hell.Now?” he asked, sounding anything but submissive.
“Hold on,” Will said desperately. Heyanked open the driver’s door, crawled inside, rifling through theglove compartment until he found the small pink bottle. “Gotit.”
“My cock is about to freeze to the side ofthis fucking car, Brandt!”
“I said hold on,” Will said, duckingback out of the car. He held up the sample-sized baby lotion.
“Oh my God.” Taylor’s head flopped down onhis arm again. His shoulders shook. Will couldn’t tell if he waslaughing or crying. Either way, Will was damned well going to havehim. He slicked himself thickly, briskly with pink-smelling lotion,and pressed against Taylor again, guiding himself. Taylor’s bodyoffered token resistance, Will pushed, and he was in, enveloped inthat warm, suede grip.
Taylor made a small, satisfied sound — asound of almost heartfelt relief — and pushed back. Will braced hishands on either side of Taylor. Whoa. Taylor was right. Thecar was like a block of ice. He gathered Taylor close, wrapping himin his arms, holding him tight against the warmth of his own body.He turned so that he was leaning against the SUV and Taylor wasleaning back against him. Taylor folded his arms over Will’s, sothey were melded tight all the length of their bodies.
Will thrust tentatively, and Taylor let hishead fall back on Will’s shoulder. “Oh, God, Will.”
“Good?”
“Don’t stop. Please God. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I won’t.”
They’d caught the rhythm now, sliding intoit like a runner hitting his stride, only two runners, a relayteam, working together. Will thrusting, Taylor pushing back. Thepaced themselves, picked up speed, and then they were running fullout. Will lifted Taylor a little, changed his angle, and felt thatjolt roll right up Taylor’s spine and hit the back of his skull.The sound Taylor made that time was a sound there was no faking, abroken sob of something way beyond pleasure or even delight.
Will did it again, aimed for the sweet spot,and felt Taylor jump in his arms and give another breathless sob.“Will.”
“Oh you do like that,” Will muttered. Butthen they both liked that.
Third time was the charm. Taylor arched inhis arms and went rigid like he was having a seizure, and then hewas coming in a hot, sticky mess, shooting white across the wetgrass and wild flowers. Over his shoulder Will could see a buckseveral yards away staring at them in astonishment.
Taylor went boneless in his arms, hangingonto the band of Will’s arms like he needed Will’s support to stayon his feet. Will kissed the damp side of his face, thrustingfaster, moving to short strokes. He felt flecks of wet hitting hisskin. It was raining now, really raining. He thrust harder,straining to get there, to reach the finish line, stretching
