31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Logan

Day 17

There were only four more days before we headed off to our schools. Then we'd have to fly back to Virginia for the funeral. At least we were all registered for classes, and we'd make it back on time.

Part of me didn't want our little special bubble to pop. The trip had gone by way too fast, yet it lingered like a slow-moving river. I wanted us to continue driving until we could drive no more, but I was also eager to get back to Hunter.

Nick and I left camp early in the morning because the drive to Lake Tahoe would take about ten hours.

"When we stop for gas, we need to call our parents," I said, going through my mixtapes as Nick drove. "Pull over to the first station we see."

I popped in a tape, and the rhythmic beats and haunting melody of Kate Bush singing ‘Running Up That Hill' played.

"Want a quickie later?" Nick said, waggling his brows.

"Fuck, man… wasn't giving each other head this morning enough?"

"I'm sorry, it's like you've learned nothing about me."

I smiled, grabbed his hand, and stared out the window. At least I wasn't fucking blushing anymore. Talk about humiliating.

Ten miles later, Nick pulled into a gas station in the middle of nowhere and turned off the car in front of a gas pump. An attendant came out as I went in search of a pay phone. There was one on the side of the building.

I lifted the receiver and called the operator to put me through to my parents' phone.

After several rings, my dad finally answered, out of breath.

"Logan, is that you?"

"Hey, Dad."

"Are you alright, son?"

"I'm doing okay. I thought I'd call before you and Mia hit the road. We're on schedule."

"It's just me going. Mia and Hannah are staying behind. She's over at the McKnights, feeding them and making sure they're cared for."

God, she was so fucking nice. Mia barely knew them and went out of her way for Hunter and his family. "Will you tell her thank you for me?"

"I will. I'm so glad you called because I'm leaving first thing in the morning, and I'll be staying at the Holiday Inn in Stanford. Just meet me over there when you arrive."

"Sounds good."

"Are you and Nick still doing okay? Getting along?"

"Yeah, we're doing really good."

"Excellent. I know I don't say this enough, but I'm so proud of you. Getting into Berkeley is hard to do, and doing right by your stepbrother is good for you both. You're an amazing young man."

My stomach fluttered with unease. Would he still be saying that when he learned about Nick and me? Would I get the guts to even come out to my dad?

Fuck, I almost blurted it right there that I was gay, but it was disrespectful to tell him over the phone. Maybe when we saw each other.

"Thanks, Dad. I gotta run if we want to make it to Lake Tahoe before it gets dark."

"Okay, be safe, and I love you."

"Love you."

I hung up, headed back to Nick, and climbed into the car where he was waiting for me, still filling up.

"Everything good?" he asked.

"Yeah, but we're just meeting Dad. Your mom stayed behind to help out with Hunter and his family."

"Mom's awesome like that."

"She really is. I wish I appreciated her more."

Nick nudged me with his elbow. "Hey, none of that. You'll make it up to her when you see her again. She loves you."

I nodded. "I know."

I yawned as I drove onto the campgrounds at D.L. Bliss State Park on the California side of Lake Tahoe. The area was thick with the tallest pines I'd ever seen.

"No skinny dipping," I said while I looked for our lot number.

"You're no fun at all, Logan Conrad."

I chuckled. "Seriously, this place has way too many campers, plus there's a busy, sandy beach. We're going to shock them."

"Let them be shocked. They'll have a story for when they get home."

"Think of the children, Nick."

"Fine! I'll behave for the kids."

"Maybe we can find a secluded spot to swim, but we'll lose our nuts in the cold water."

"Hmm, yeah, we kind of need those."

"Kinda," I said, deadpan.

When I put the car in Park, we got out, and Nick spun around slowly. "Man, the temperature here is amazing! It's perfect."

"It'll probably get colder later tonight."

"Well, then you can live up to your name and keep me warm, Snuggle-Wuggles."

I scowled at him as I moved the driver's seat forward to pull out our camping crap. I pretended to be pissed, but I secretly liked his teasing. I'd never tell him that, though. He'd just let it go to his head.

"Do we want to gamble while we're here? It's legal on the Nevada side," I asked.

Nick shrugged. "It's not like we have a lot to bet on. Our money is dwindling. Besides, I think I'd rather spend it outdoors and shit."

"Yeah, same."

"And blow jobs."

I looked up into the bright sky and rolled my eyes so hard. "Remind me why I love you again?"

"Teasing you is like one of my favorite pastimes, Snuggles."

"If you want to find the absolute worst nicknames, ask Nick here," I said to no one.

"I have the best nicknames."

And I wasn't creative enough to come up with even one for him. "Grab the cooler, nerd."

Before we hit camp, Nick and I bought supplies, and tonight, I made us a decent meal of homemade chili in a Dutch oven over the fire. I also made enough to eat for tomorrow night.

After we ate, I got the fire roaring because it was getting cold out. I'd tossed on my fleece-lined denim jacket, and Nick wore an off-white cable-knit sweater he looked fucking good in. It was better than his Miami Vice look.

He opened up a couple of beers for us and handed me one. We sat in the tent with the flaps open so we could sit close together without prying eyes.

Instead of sitting between my legs, he straddled my lap, facing me. My hands slid under his sweater, loving his warm, smooth skin against my palms. His body shuddered under my touch.

"Fucking cold hands."

"Warm them up for me."

Nick cupped my face and pulled me into a kiss. It was softer than what he usually did, as if exploring my lips for the first time. His smooth tongue rolled in my mouth, his breath smelling of beer.

I pulled him tighter against me as my cock swelled, wanting him to feel how turned on he made me. While I teased him for wanting sex and to fool around all the time, I wanted it, too. I could make love to him all day, every day.

"I don't like this sweater on you. Don't get me wrong, it looks gorgeous on you. I just hate it when you're wearing clothes," I breathed on his lips.

His eyes, facing away from the fire, looked like the darkest night without any stars to be seen. You could fall into his black pools and drown in them, leading straight to his soul.

Nick crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his sweater, and pulled it over his head, tossing it into a corner. My hands traveled across his skin as it blanketed with goosebumps, but I'd warm him up soon enough.

"I hate your jeans, too."

"Getting me naked?"

"A naked Nick is my favorite."

He sat back on his ass on his sleeping bag, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slipped them off along with his underwear.

I threw off my jacket and plunged my lips to his, kissing him hard before pulling away. My hand traveled along the planes of his beautiful body, glowing from the firelight outside the tent.

"You look like a Greek god," I said.

I'd expected him to make a quip, like he was a Greek god, but he said nothing, his eyes never leaving my face as I explored his body with touch, sight, and smell.

Before I got too lost in Nick, I reached for the tent flaps and dropped them.

"Where was I?"

I reached for his face and told him how beautiful he was before moving down to the prize, his hard dick. It still amazed me that he was into me, too, and that he could get as turned on as me.

Nick reached for my face. "You're beautiful, too. Inside and out."

I turned my head and kissed his palm.

I spread his legs further apart and fisted his hot, smooth shaft. The tip glistened with beading pre-cum from the dim firelight, anticipating my mouth.

"He wants you," Nick said, grinning.

I smirked back. "And I want him."

I slipped his cock into my mouth, not taking my eyes off Nick to watch his reaction. His lips parted, and he threw back his head, arching his back. "God, your mouth…"

He tasted slightly of salt, and I took a deep breath of his soapy and musky scent as if it could sustain me. I couldn't get enough of his smell, making my cock punch behind the zipper of my jeans.

Needing to devour his forbidden zone, I pushed back his thighs to expose his hole, a hole I was going to be inside of one day. The very thought made me want to come already.

As I bent down to explore the ring of muscle with my tongue, Nick grabbed a fistful of my hair to stop me. "Wait… we haven't showered."

"We showered last night and haven't done anything other than drive, and it hasn't been that hot."

"I know, but…"

I bent closer to his ass and took another deep breath of him. "You're fine. Let me."

"Okay." His voice sounded uncertain.

"Do you want me to stop… Or is it more because we haven't really explored this area yet? Putting a finger inside isn't the same."

"Maybe?"

"I'll stop, then."

"No… do it. It's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

I pushed his legs back more and swiped my tongue over his hole, pulling a groan out of Nick, though I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or discomfort. I knew from firsthand experience that it felt unreal, and the forbidden area just turned you on that much more.

After a few more times, Nick's body relaxed, and his hands tugged gently on my hair. But I didn't linger, needing him to come in my mouth.

I sucked on his balls for a while, pulling more groans and whimpers out of him before I swallowed his cock down, taking him as deeply as I could.

"Fuuuuck…"

I bobbed my head, going right at it while using my tongue to touch his sensitive areas. It didn't take me long to learn what Nick liked.

My finger traveled back to his hole, which was sloppy and wet, and eased it inside him. He definitely liked me fingering him. His dick suddenly swelled and grew hotter before his body froze and shot his load into my mouth. I quickly swallowed his sweet and bitter flavor down and pulled my finger out.

"God, why do I like your finger inside me so much?" he panted.

"Because it feels good… and it's naughty."

I hovered over him and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. "One day, you're going to let me in there with my dick."

"Definitely."

I fucking loved how he was all in being with another man after only ever knowing what it was like to be with a woman. It helped keep my insecurities silent, making me love him all that much more.

Nick sat up and rolled me onto my back. "Your turn."