33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Logan

Nick cried out, and I rushed to smother his words with a kiss. "Shhh. Did I hit that hot button?"

My eyes rolled behind closed lids as I nodded. "Again."

I was still wrapping my head around the fact that I was fucking Nick, that he wanted me inside him to breach the last of his walls into my world, had my head spinning with love and happiness. My world would always be complete as long as he was in it.

What started as a playful kiss turned into a bond between us—a bond I knew we would do whatever we could to keep it from being severed.

While Nick felt fucking unreal wrapped around my cock, the only thing that kept me from toppling over too quickly was still feeling awkward about doing it right and worrying about his pleasure and comfort.

His eyes were closed, and his thick brows were scrunched. I wasn't sure if he was hurting or if that was pleasure on his face…

"Talk to me," I said.

"I'm fucking good, baby."

That was my green light to move faster and push harder.

I lowered my body onto him, needing him closer. My hands slid under his head, gripping his hair as my hips did all the work thrusting. I leaned my head down and kissed his full lips, his hands reaching around to my back, digging blunt nails into my skin as our tongues tangled together.

I moved along his jaw and down his throat, pressing kisses where I could, then nibbled his earlobe.

Nick wrapped his legs around my back, pulling me deeper inside him. My fingers tightened in his hair as my body threatened to come before I was ready. Despite not wanting to climax yet, I pumped faster and deeper.

"Jesus…" I rasped.

"Don't ever leave me," Nick said suddenly.

"Never."

"Swear to me."

"I swear it."

Nick had always been confident in my eyes, strong, knowing what he wanted. But I'd also learned he had fears of abandonment, so his vulnerability wasn't quite a surprise, and it hurt to hear them. At the same time, I ate up his words, knowing he needed me as much as I needed him.

I also needed to come desperately. I sat up and pushed his legs back again, so I could watch my dick slide in and out of him.

"God… this view is un-fucking-real," I said, trying not to talk too loudly. "Come for me, baby. Stroke yourself. I want to watch. Quickly."

Nick spat in his hand, not bothering to look for the lube, and grabbed his cock, stroking rapidly. The air in the tent grew warm and heavy from the humidity and our breathing, with the overwhelming scent of arousal. His hole wrapped so tightly around me, and I had to breathe through each time my nuts wanted to let go. It was nearly painful, yet I tried to hold on just a little longer.

He wasn't moving fast enough, so I sat up, grabbed the lube, and poured more into my hand as I kept pumping into him. I slapped his hand away and stroked him, the lube giving more of a slick glide than spit.

My heart pumped blood through my body, throbbing and pounding in my ears. Nick's grunts and pleas kept threatening to push me over the edge.

"Logan," he cried out way too loudly, but I was too wrapped up in the moment to care when Nick came all over his stomach and my hand, pumping spurt after spurt as my dick hit his prostate. His head was thrown back, and his back arched off the sleeping bags, clawing painfully at my thighs while holding his breath to hold on to his climax. Fuck, he was stunning.

There was no more holding back. My nuts practically exploded, whether or not I wanted them to, as his ass squeezed the life out of my cock. I didn't stop pumping in him until he sucked every last drop out of me. Once I was spent, I didn't want to leave his warmth, so I fell on him, covered in cold cum, but I didn't give a shit. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head, resting on the crook of his throat.

I struggled to catch my breath, and my heart threatened to beat right out of my chest.

"I so totally want to do that again," I managed to say.

"You so totally can."

I lifted my face to kiss him, then we both winced as my softening dick slid out of him. I sat up, making sure the condom was still on me, which it was, and I pulled it off, tied it, and tossed it into the corner to throw away later.

After grabbing my towel, I wiped us both down from Nick's cum, and I gently cleaned his ass of lube before curling next to him.

The air grew chilly quickly, so we tucked ourselves under one of our sleeping bags, unzipped and opened like a blanket.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. My fingers played along his chest, and I draped my leg over his.

"Do you feel okay?" I asked.

"I feel more than okay, if not a little sleepy."

"Did I hurt you?"

He nodded, but before I could apologize, he put a finger to my mouth. "Don't say it. It stung for sure, but once we got going, it was much better. I hadn't expected how good it would feel between you rubbing me out and hitting my prostate. You said it was good, but damn… I think I'm going to pass out now."

I chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Sleep."

It didn't take long for Nick's body to sag and his breathing to even out.

Don't ever leave me.

His earlier words rattled around in my head as I pulled him closer to me with this need to protect him. My protectiveness went beyond promising to never walk away. A part of what I wanted to protect him from was my world, never wanting hateful words directed at him or for him to hurt, all because of who he loved. Life for us would never be as easy as it was for a heterosexual couple.

I made him a promise. I swore to him. But would my vows override my need to protect him? I didn't know.

Day 19

Nick and I had breakfast in town for fun, though our money was quickly running out. At least we still had the card, which had some money left on it. Regardless, we'd reach our final destination in two days, and all this would end.

I tried not to dwell on the fact I wouldn't get to spend every waking moment with Nick when this was over. I already ached from the loss, but we had no choice. School was a priority. If I'd gotten my head out of my ass sooner, I could've applied to Stanford. Then again, Nick hadn't been single at the time, so why would I have applied there? One of the main reasons for going to another school was to get away from him.

"You're scowling," he said as he shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth. "When you have that look, you're stressed the fuck out."

I huffed a laugh and sipped my coffee, which was so much better than ours. "I don't want this to end, this bubble that we've made just for us."

Nick glanced around to make sure people were out of earshot and leaned forward. "I don't either. Fuck, it's going to be so hard not to have you snuggling into me every night."

I'd gotten used to us wrapped around each other way too much. My bed was going to feel empty for a while. "I'm definitely going to miss that, among other things."

"We're going to need more sex. A lot more sex."

And just like that, he put my aching heart at rest, making me laugh. "You won't hear any complaints from me. But I'm itching to see Hunter and be there for him."

"I know you are. As much as he pushed you to take this trip, he needs you. You'll be there soon enough, and I'll be right by your side."

We wrapped one of our ankles under the table at our booth as we finished breakfast. Before we headed out, Nick found a photo developer place, and dropped off several rolls of film to be processed.

Nick and I had to drive to our next destination for the day, which was on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe. Sand Harbor was supposed to be a stunning spot to visit. I would've loved to have camped there, but the park only offered day camping.

When we reached the beach, Nick took out his camera, taking shot after shot of the view. It was stunning. The water looked almost turquoise, and the snow-capped mountains reflected on the calm water, creating the perfect mirror image.

There was a really nice and easy hike around the area that looped in a circle with a view of the lake from almost all sides. Whenever we could, we'd grab a vacationer and have them take pictures of us together. I needed all the memories with Nick as I could to look back on those lonely nights when we'd be apart.

When our hike was over, we sat on the crowded sandy beach and lay in the sun after a quick dip in the frigid water.

Why did I itch to touch him the most when I wasn't allowed to or when we were surrounded by people who probably wouldn't approve? This was but a taste of what our future would be like.

I really needed Nick to be one hundred percent certain he knew what he was getting into. We already talked about it, but things would be different once this trip was over.

It was nearly dinnertime, so we packed it up and drove back into town to grab the printed photos. We didn't look at them until we'd eaten dinner, had a roaring fire going, and a beer in our hands, sitting in our foldout chairs.

When I looked at one, he'd hand it to me. Around the twentieth picture, I looked at him with a raised brow. "You sure took a lot of pictures of my ass."

Nick didn't look at me as he shrugged and smirked. "What can I say? I'm an ass man, apparently."

"Apparently," I said flatly, though on the inside, I vibrated with an ego boost. Nick was good at that. I'd never been overly confident because of being in the closet, but I never tried to appear that way on the outside. Only Nick and Hunter got to see the real me. "And here, all this time, I thought you were taking pictures of nature and wildlife."

"I was taking pictures of wildlife. Your ass is wild."

"God, you did not just say that."

We both burst into laughter and finished looking through the pictures. They were all amazing. Nick was a natural at taking photographs.

"You know, I can see you traveling with me across the world, taking amazing photos of our journeys," I said.

"You see us that far ahead into the future?"

"I've always imagined you that far into the future, but it's only been a dream of mine. This is the first time it's been an actual possibility."

Nick reached for my hand, and I took it. "I'd love to travel more with you one day. I'd like to think this is only one of many trips."

My heart beat a little harder as I played with his long fingers. I wanted that more than anything in the world.