Chapter 12

12

Ben

" S eriously, this is where you brought us?" Percy chuckled as he glanced around to see if anyone else was here on Lover's Butte with us.

"I've always enjoyed the view." I stretched my arms and was about to try sliding one over in a classic high school move when he shifted.

"I've never been here before. I mean, not really. I came up here during the day every now and then to park before taking a hike. But… It's really pretty – all the lights. God, I haven't even thought of this place since I left."

"Believe it or not, I never brought anyone up here either. The… uh… person I would have wanted to bring was… Well, I was being an asshole." I stuck out my bottom lip, reverting to the child u used to be when we were last in this situation.

"This is all…" He turned to me. "I mean, seriously, Ben, I just don't understand. That was fourteen years ago… a little more, actually, and you still…"

"I do. I never stopped, I guess." I reached over and tentatively took his hand in mine. "I just wish I could go back in time and… fix everything. All the years I missed out on because I was too weak. Do you know how… Have you ever gone to therapy?"

"Baking has always been my therapy." That made sense.

"Well, in therapy, they ask you to write a letter to your younger self. My letter was more about you than it ever was me, and I had to rewrite it again. I turned in the second letter, and it was also about you once again. What I said to myself was to tell you how I felt, to remember that, and to put those feelings first. When high school was over, it wasn't the trophies or championships – not the stupid ass prom king thing that mattered. It was what I let go of instead of what I chose. The choice I made was the wrong one."

"Jesus… I… That's nice. Thank you for that." He pulled his hand slowly from mine. "I've just been mad at you for so long, and here you waltz back into town with pretty words and your fucking pretty face, and I feel so… It's like I'm in a bizarro world. Up is down, and left is right, and I'm stuck in between trying to understand what is and isn't real."

"You still think I have a pretty face?" I grinned, and he looked down. "Ask me."

"What?" He glanced back at me.

"Ask me what is and isn't real."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You back here in town?"

"Real. Come on; you're not even trying."

"What if the answers scare me?"

I reached over and took his hand again. "You could run away, but I think I would just follow."

"You always having a crush on me?"

"True." I squeezed gently.

"That kiss?"

I let my thumb circle the top of his hand. "The truest thing I know right now."

"You want to kiss me again?"

" Very fucking true ," I said huskily.

"Is this just a… I'm here, and you're here, so why not kind of thing?"

"False. I don't know what the future holds, Percy. But I hope to read the book to find out the ending."

"You can read?" He chuckled.

"Smart ass."

"It is nice up here. Very pretty. I don't think there is a coffee shop, though."

"Oh!" I let go of his hand so I reach back to pull out two coffees from my backseat drink holders. "Coffee?"

"I don't think I need it, but thank you." I put them back where I had gotten them. "Besides, they might get in the way." He smirked.

"It might get in the way of what? This?" I reached over, placed my palm against his face, and leaned in. "I really want to kiss you."

"Jesus… I want you to, too."

My lips brushed against his, and his hand slid around my neck as I deepened our kiss. Electricity shot down my body as his tongue slid against mine, and I opened my mouth. Our breath became one as his other hand pressed against my chest.

Like two teenagers on a Friday night, our lips wouldn't pull apart as we reveled in the moment that we should have always had. A moment of regret that was now a moment of joy for both of us.

His hand explored my torso as he slipped my t-shirt up with his hand. My hand felt his thigh and slid against his hardened crotch.

"Fuck…" he moaned into our kiss as we caught our breath and then continued the assault on each other's bodies.

"I should have planned this better. All I want is to rip your clothes off."

"How fast can you drive?" he asked sheepishly.

I sped back to town, and the two of us ran upstairs to my room at the inn. The burly lumberjack owner chuckled as we ran by. He knew what was about to happen, and maybe afterward, Percy and I would go have a pint at the bar.

Our clothes flew from our bodies before the door was even shut. His hands pulled my T-shirt over my head before he undid his jeans and kicked them away.

"You're so much more muscular, it's… fucking hot."

"You're no slouch in the hot body department yourself. My geek has turned into an Olympic swimmer." His hard, freckled body was as white as I remembered it. "A little ginger hottie."

"You're? I… I'm not that… Oh, fuck it. Can we talk later?"

"What? You want this?" I flexed, and he shivered.

"You have no idea." I could see the blush erupt all over his body.

I tackled him, and we fell onto the bed. His hands rubbed my chest as I bit at his clavicle and sucked gently on his skin. He smelled like cinnamon, and it was driving me crazy. My hands against his porcelain skin. His hands kneaded my torso as his fingers found every ridge of muscle. Our lips grasped onto each other's skin before our kiss began a black hole that pulled anything and everything into it except us. The universe spun, yet we remained stationary as the gravity of us kept us tethered.

"Why is your underwear still on?"

"Why is yours?" I chuckled gleefully as I gently pulled myself up from where I lay on top of him and slid my underwear off. My hard cock bounced as it was freed, and his eyes grew as he saw it.

"That's… Hello. It's bigger than it used to be."

"I think we both are." I reached up and pulled his underwear down as his bright red pubic hair glistened in the light. He stretched as I got them below his knees, and he pulled them free with his toes. "I would turn the lights off, but I'm really enjoying the view."

"Maybe we should pull the curtains," he laughed and pointed to my window, which was completely unobscured. We're not putting on a show for anyone walking by, are we?"

"So, you're not an exhibitionist?"

"Maybe later. This time, I think, is for just us."

I jumped from the bed and pulled the curtains closed before turning around to him once again.

"Wait. Stand there for a second," he sighed as his hand trailed down his torso and ran down into his pubic hair. "God, your body is fucking unreal."

"I mean, I could stand here, and you could worship me, or we could really get down to what it is I want to do to you ." I flexed, aiming to please, and he groaned. "Trust me, I am super prepared. I've thought about this for so…"

"Me too. Come here." He wiggled his finger invitingly.

I walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer where I had stashed the lube and condoms I had bought yesterday at the town pharmacy. I was glad to see that they were well stocked. I threw it down at the foot of the bed and crawled up to him. My cock throbbed with every inch I came closer to him.

One of his arms wrapped around me again, and we kissed as his other hand stroked my hard cock. He clawed at my back as he lifted his hip, and my hand slid against his crack. He moaned into me as my finger brushed against him, and we turned on our sides so I could have better access.

His hand was so hot against my cock, and he slid down further and grasped my balls gently as his fingers wrapped around them. He had learned some things in France, and I shuddered. I nipped at his neck and couldn't take it anymore. I needed him.

I pulled myself gently back and rolled him over to his back as I took his cock in my hand. It was as pretty as the rest of him – his white skin turned reddish because of all the blood that had now engorged in his shaft. I reached down and took his cock in my hand, and sucked his head into my mouth. My tongue lapped against his slit before I slowly slid down his six inches and felt his helmet hit the back of my throat. It fit perfectly, and I bobbed up and down on him as I tightened my lips. He writhed beneath me as his hands placed themselves on the back of my head, and his fingers grasped at my curls.

I pushed one of his legs further away, and my finger brushed up against his hole as my nose remained buried in his red pubic hair. His moans spurned me on, and I brushed my tongue up and down his shaft before pulling off his cock and rolling him over. He whined as I pulled his cheeks apart and brushed my stubbled chin across his crack.

"Oh… fuck…"

"I am." I chuckled as I flicked my tongue against his very pink hole.

He shuddered again as my tongue pressed inside. How did the smell of cinnamon fill his entire being? Maybe it was soap? Maybe it was him? But I inhaled his scent – a light musk- and the smell of the bakery filled me as my tongue flicked in and out of him. He was wet with my spit, and I continued pressing my tongue deeper inside him. Then a finger. Then my tongue. Over and over again as, his body writhed with the pleasure I made sure to give him.

Every moment begged for forgiveness about the past that lay between us, and every loving act hoped that it built a bridge for a future that involved him. How? I didn't know—the unspoken gap between us – a truth that I hadn't told.

Now wasn't the time.

"Please… Will you please… ooh… just stick it in me. All I want is to feel you." He begged, and I slowly pulled myself away from his grasping hole.

I wiggled my cock and felt it slap against my thigh. "You want this."

"Yes. But first, I want this."