Chapter Seven | Ethan

I pressed my door closed and leaned against it, the back of my head against the wood, and shut my eyes. Daniel had wound me right up. I'm positive my underwear was damp.

I hadn't been lying when I told Daniel he made me wet.

The man set off fireworks inside me, I hadn't known I'd been storing. Now that the warehouse was open and the pyromaniac in my mind was setting off flares to light everything, I was feeling apprehensive. There was a lot of responsibility when introducing someone to gay sex.

I strode to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and chose a number on my phone.

"Hey, Ethan."

"Hey, Noah." I'd phoned the most sensible guy in the group. And the one who had recently found his forever love. I valued his opinion on what I was going through.

"What's up?"

"I had another date with Daniel. It went well … too well."

"What does too well mean?"

"He's bringing all sorts of feelings out in me."

"Good feelings, I'm assuming."

"The best."

"So, what's the problem?"

"We've made arrangements to have sex this weekend."

"First time?"

"For us, yes … but also for him. He's never been with a guy before."

"And that's why you're freaking out? "

"I'm not freaking out. I'm just concerned."

"That he won't like it?"

"The possibility is there. Sure, we've been flirting … and he's good at it. Stuck his thumb in my mouth to suck on today. Another thing entirely to having two cocks in the picture."

"Are you worried he's not into you enough to cross that bridge?"

"What if he's not? What if he panics and tells me to leave?"

"Then you leave. And don't look back."

"Easier said than done. I really like him."

"What's your sense … honestly about his attraction to you?"

I smiled. "That he's jonesing to fuck me."

"Then let's go with that. Where is this arrangement happening?"

"We're going camping. He has a camper van."

"Maybe you should meet him there, so you have your car … just in case."

"I think that might send the wrong message."

"Your call. The whole thing sounds romantic, though. Maybe Brody and I should get a camper. Take some time to fuck in the woods before we take guardianship of the kids. And then we can use it for some family fun." Noah laughed. "I'm going to run it past him."

"I'll let you know how it goes."

"You'd better. The guys will be expecting salacious details."

"Not going to give you those."

"Boo. Hiss."

I laughed. "Fuck off."

"I'm sure it's going to work out, Ethan. Sounds like you've picked a good guy."

"I'll find out soon enough. "

"Good luck."

"You make it sound like I'm about to perform."

"Knowing you, I'm sure you will."

"Again … fuck off."

"Get some sleep. You've got a big weekend coming up. Kisses."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I ended the call and set my phone beside me. I picked it up again.

Me: I need a pep talk.

Owen: For what?

Me: Gonna have sex with Daniel and he's a virgin.

Owen: Easy. Match his speed. Don't push him to claim your ass.

Me: I've never been with a virgin before.

Owen: Think back to your first time. That's how he's going to be feeling.

Me: I was so ready to be fucked my first time, I was a maniac.

Owen: laughing emoji Okay, so maybe you're not a good example.

Me: I want to make him feel good.

Owen: You'll do that no problem. If he really likes you, anything you do is going to make him feel good. Anything he does is going to make you feel good too. You've got this.

Me: Thanks, Owen.

Owen: When is this illustrious event happening ?

Me: Tomorrow night. We're going camping.

Owen: Then, as a former roommate of yours, volume. People will be able to hear you. And believe me … they will hear you. I spent a large portion of my wages on ear plugs.

Me: Haha. I'll try to keep it down.

Owen: Did I give you enough pep?

Me: The perfect amount. Love you.

Owen: Love you too.

I wouldn't bother consulting with Liam. His advice would be too graphic, illustrating positions he'd used with the many gay sex cherries he'd popped over the years.

Daniel and I would find our rhythm.

I opened my notes app and made a list of baked goods Claire was going to need to buy to stock the coffee shop for the weekend. There was a local artisan bakery that would fit the bill perfectly. It was one of my frequent stops even though I could make everything myself.

This weekend was going to be a turning point.

I was completely enthralled with Daniel.

I wondered where he and I would be by Sunday afternoon.

The word I'd use to describe the forest we drove into would be ancient . I'd read that some of the Douglas fir trees making up much of the Goldstream Provincial Park were over six hundred years old. They'd been here long before any pioneers arrived to settle.

Daniel drove down the narrow winding road through the massive trees past other campers, some in tents, some trailers, some campers, and RVs. After finding our reserved spot, he backed the camper into it. The van was newer and more spacious than I'd been expecting.

Our spot, as well as most others, was fairly private. A circular pad of gravel nestled among the trees. Enough room for the camper, a robust wooden picnic table, and a circular metal firepit.

Jumping out, I was immediately struck by the pristine scent of evergreen trees and the sound of birdsong, including the caws and clicks of ravens overhead.

"Where do we start?" I asked Daniel.

"After I set up the van, let's get our seating area dealt with. You can help me with the awning. Then I've got a couple of chairs, tables, and an outdoor kitchen and carpet to set out."

"You're quite the organized camper."

"I've been camping for most of my life. Plus, I'm very much a creature comfort camper."

"Then we'll get on fantastically."

After Daniel extended the two pushouts, one in the living room, and one in the bedroom, I helped him by cranking down the awning that was attached to the side of the van, then tried to be useful in setting everything else up. The next thing out of the camper was bag after bag of cut firewood and a small hatchet. I helped Daniel pile all of that near the firepit.

"I brought steaks for us to have for dinner tonight." Daniel ducked into the camper and returned with a plastic container I assumed contained marinating steaks.

"What can I do to help?"

"I'll get you to cut and boil some potatoes." To the left of the barbeque, Daniel had set a small table. On it was a Coleman stove with two burners. He twisted a propane cylinder onto the stove. "You'll find a cutting board and knife in the van. And the potatoes." He pointed at the site-provided picnic table. "You can cut them over there."

"Are you going to start the water? "

"As soon as I grab some, I'll put on a pot."

I waited for Daniel to retrieve a plastic water container from the camper and head down the road to the potable water faucet before climbing up into the interior. I opened the first cabinet I came to in the kitchen looking for the cutting board. After I found it, I opened a drawer and selected a knife. Those located, I went in search of the potatoes. They were in the cabinet beside the fridge. I set everything on the counter, curious to poke around for a minute.

Behind the two seats that included the driver's and passenger's was a booth of seating with a table in the middle, the kitchen, and a small hallway leading to the back. Down the hallway, I passed a doorway that opened into the bathroom. A toilet, sink, and shower. Daniel had told me he'd filled the water storage enough for one decent shower.

Past that, hidden from the view of the rest of the camper, a double bed with a small amount of space on either side. Above and to the sides of the bed were storage cabinets along with built-in wall sconce lights. It looked cozy. We were going to be spending a lot of time in there.

My cock tingled, imagining being in bed with Daniel. Due to the distance between the seats, we didn't hold hands while Daniel drove today. It had felt odd. I'd missed his touch.

I gathered my supplies and headed for the picnic table to cut the potatoes. As I was finishing, Daniel returned with the water. He filled a pot with it, I added my little chunks of starch, and he lit the burner, and set the pot on to boil. "We'll let those cook for a while before I start the grill."

"Did you stock up on beer?"

"Wouldn't be camping without it."

"I'll get us some." I stepped up into the camper and took two bottles of IPA from the fridge. My preference was a pale ale, but I had nothing against the stronger beer .

Daniel was lounging in one of the chairs when I emerged. I handed him a bottle and took the chair next to him. His hand was immediately on my thigh, caressing it. I took a sip and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand and the relaxing sounds surrounding us.

I could get used to this.

"Thank you for coming with me," Daniel said.

"It's so much better out here with civilized equipment. Why don't you use the stove inside?"

"I prefer to cook outdoors. The air is so fresh." He moved his hand from my thigh in search of my hand. We entwined our fingers and sat there silently sipping our beer. The potatoes had been bubbling happily for at least fifteen minutes when Daniel rose to his feet.

"How do you like your steak?"

"Rare."

"A man after my heart." Daniel fired up the grill, popped open the plastic container, and set a barbeque fork on the edge. "Can you mix up the Caesar salad? I cheated and bought a kit."

"On it."

Back in the kitchen, I found a plastic bowl and tongs. After mixing the salad, I took it and two plates and sets of cutleries back outside. Daniel had attached a plastic tablecloth to the picnic table. I set everything out as he lay the steaks on the hot grill.

"You can drain the potatoes over at the edge of the pad there. Away from the plants." He pointed to an area devoid of greenery. "I've brought out some butter to dress them with."

"Are you like me and the potatoes are essentially a butter-delivery system?"

Daniel smirked. "We are so going to get on well together."

As I drained the potatoes, I hummed a stupid made-up tune that came from a place of bliss. Making dinner with Daniel was rotating all sorts of domestic gears within me. This was the everyday stuff that was so important in a relationship. If we couldn't get along while working together, no amount of passion or great sex could make up for the lack of routine unity.

I knew this from experience. My three separate boyfriends and I had worked well together. It made life better to have someone who truly felt like a partner. My most successful relationship was with Marcus, an architect. We'd been together for four years. It had almost stuck.

In the end, my depression had torn us apart. My frequent lows had worn Marcus out. He'd never been very understanding. He'd eventually admitted defeat when it came to fixing the unfixable. Our love had fallen apart. He'd decided he couldn't continue to be with me.

As it turned out, he made a better friend than a lover.

I stirred the butter around, coating the potatoes.

Daniel strolled up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed the side of my neck. He molded his warm body against my back. I nearly dissolved into his embrace.

God, he feels good.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Sorry, I spaced out."

"You looked deep in thought."

"Rehashing the past."

"Anything you need to talk about?"

I'd need to tell Daniel about my moods—eventually. A sexy weekend together didn't seem like the time. "Nothing that can't wait." I turned in his arms and brushed my fingers across his lips.

"Am I permitted one of those kisses yet?" Daniel's gaze was full of need.

I grinned at him. "Still heating them."

Daniel pulled me tighter into his arms, rocking me back and forth. "I oughta spank you. "

I giggled into the shoulder crease of his thick coat. "Now, you're talking."

He separated us to arm's length, gripping my shoulders, his eyebrows raised. "Yeah?" When I nodded, I swear, a shiver ran up his spine. It appeared he liked that idea.

Noted.

"Are the steaks ready?" I asked.

Daniel groaned and smiled at me. "What steaks?"

"Ha ha."

"I'll lift them off." Daniel went over to the barbeque, clicked it off, and put our steaks on a plate. My stomach grumbled as he set the perfectly cooked meat on the table. Wafts of visible steam rose off the food. The air was getting chillier as the evening advanced.

I must have shivered.

"Are you cold?" asked Daniel.

"I should have brought a warmer coat."

Daniel swung his legs over the picnic table seating. "I'll get you something better." A few seconds later, he came back with a padded tartan coat like his. I slipped out of my inadequate jacket and into the coat he brought me. I grasped the material and sniffed the collar.

It smelled like Daniel. Woodsy and fresh.

I kept the collar to my nose, breathing in and out, and held Daniel's gaze. I could keep inhaling the scent of him forever. I pressed my lips together, carried away, and whimpered.

His mouth popped open and hung there.

We wouldn't be able to keep playing this game of seduction for much longer.

"Food is getting cold," I said, abandoning my grip on the collar. I had cut and eaten my first piece of steak before Daniel moved. When he did, his hold on his cutlery was shaky.

"How's the steak?" he managed.

"Perfect. "

"I'll start a fire after we're done. Warm you up a bit."

I had much more entertaining ways in mind to warm myself, but I was going to take Owen's advice. Go at Daniel's speed. He wanted to enjoy a campfire with me. It made him even sexier because he wanted to share his world with me. We had all night to find our way between the sheets.

"What were you like as a kid?" I asked as I swirled a piece of potato through the juices left by the rare steak. "We've talked about what a rebel you were as a teenager."

"I kept to myself mostly. My dad didn't like a lot of noise in the house."

"Opposite of my house. My sisters were always screaming about something."

"And you?"

"In there among the mayhem like a dirty shirt. I remember when I was eight, I had a pirate party for my birthday. My costume came with a plastic sword. Big mistake on my parents' part."

Daniel chuckled. "You became a bit of a swashbuckler?"

I snorted and laughed. "No one was safe."

"Did you typically have themed birthday parties like that?"

"Oh, my God. Did I ever. I love dressing up in costumes."

Daniel's eyebrows peaked. "Still?"

It was a bit of an obsession, to be honest. I had a packed second-bedroom closet to prove it. "My favourite holiday is Halloween. I've been collecting costumes for years."

Daniel's green eyes disappeared slightly as his eyelids hooded over them.

"Cute costumes?"

Oh, my, Daniel … is this turning you on?

"Some cute. Some silly." I winked at him. "Some sexy."

Daniel's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he went back to eating his steak. Following Daniel's lead, we switched to talking about how he was days away from finishing his tax season filings. The dry topic took the sizzle right out of the earlier sexual, costume-themed tension between us.

As we talked about my time as a young equestrian, Daniel put on more water to boil. He arranged two plastic bins on the picnic table after we'd scraped our plates clean. He filled one with both cold and boiling water, and the other with just cold water. He handed me a tea towel.

I dried as he washed.

"I set aside some special pastries for us," I said as I rubbed a plate dry.

He stared at me and licked his lips. "I know how I'd like to eat them."

A ripple of desire went straight to my dick. We were doing this again. Playing with fire. I could play that game. "I've been told I make an excellent naked serving platter."

For a second, it looked like Daniel stopped breathing.

I grasped his arm and smiled at him. "You all right?"

"Not sure my heart is going to survive you."

"Let's slow it down." I rubbed his arm. "Start the fire. I'll find the smore fixings you promised."

"Cupboard over the fridge."

I hauled the chairs over to the firepit along with the makings of the gooey snack while Daniel split some kindling off the logs and got the fire going. It was still light out, but it was cold for June. I went back into the camper, found two throw blankets, and wrapped one around myself.

Daniel put his blanket across his lap after he loaded the growing fire with logs. We sat like that for a long time, staring into the flames. Just enjoying the moments as they passed.

I reached for Daniel's hand, and he took it.

I'm sure an hour went by. The fire was reduced to hot coals. Without losing the warmth off my shoulders from the blanket, I grabbed a roasting stick and speared two marshmallows.

"Have you been around many campfires?" Daniel asked.

"For sure. Owen has a firepit in his backyard."

"So, you're an expert at smores?"

"Hardly."

"Are you a light toaster of marshmallows or a burner?"

"I'm going to aim for golden if I can." I held the stick over the hot embers. All around us, I could hear other campfires snapping and crackling. And the sound of laughter and talking.

It was a peaceful sound. Humans in unison.

"I'll set up the graham wafers and chocolate," Daniel said.

"These are almost ready."

Daniel fussed beside me, a plate on his lap, setting squares of chocolate on two of the wafers. My marshmallows were golden and starting to sag. "You ready for me?"

"Yup." He moved the plate closer and helped me complete the sticky sweet sandwiches. We each took one and bit into them. Instant complete disaster. Laughing, we managed to get most of the unruly smores into our mouths. The rest ended up on our hands and faces.

Giggling at the mess, our eyes met, and we fell silent, entranced amidst the firelight. I licked my lips. Daniel looked delicious covered in chocolate and marshmallow.

A wave of heat grew in me, and I didn't need my blanket anymore. I let it slip off my shoulders as I stood, took two steps, and straddled Daniel's lap. I kept my hands from touching him.

Until I offered him one of my sticky fingers.

Daniel moaned and closed his eyes as he sucked and twirled his tongue across my sensitive skin. I fed him another and he gave it even more intense attention. My cock surged against the thick material of my jeans. I drew my fingers from his mouth and breathed across his lips .

I poured my heart into the kiss. With each day, this man was creeping into secret depths in my very essence—never explored before. It was terrifying and exhilarating.

Our tongues tangled, exchanging remnants of chocolate. I rocked my hips forward and ran my fingers into his hair, marshmallow residue be damned. We could shower together later.

Daniel grabbed my ass and pulled me closer.

Moaning into his mouth, I squirmed in his lap, desperate to feel his hard cock against mine. The distance from it was infuriating. I released his mouth and panted against his neck, moving my hand from his hair down his chest to the front of his pants. I shuddered with desire.

He was so hard for me.

Daniel jerked and grabbed the wrist of my wandering hand. "Not here."

I climbed off his lap and held out my hand to him. There wasn't a single moment of hesitation from Daniel. He took my hand and let me lead him to the camper.

Once inside, we closed the door.

"We're being very irresponsible," Daniel whispered as he swayed closer to me.

I knew what he was talking about. "That particular fire is waning and contained." I pressed him against the kitchen counter and ground my dick against his thigh. "This one is not."

Daniel teased a kiss past my lips. "I want to undress you." He walked me backward, his hands on my hips, crowding us down the narrow hallway, past the bathroom to the bed.

In the tight space, he removed my coat, tossed it aside, and stepped closer. Brushing his lips against my throat, he played with the edge of my sweater, then peeled it off over my head.

Ever so slowly .

After discarding the sweater, he hummed against my ear and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, his hands wandering from my ass to my shoulders and back again.

I clung to him for support.

"Daniel," I moaned.

"Lay back for me." He gave me a light shove and I settled on the mattress on my back, looking up at him. His expression was pure hunger. A coil wound tighter in my groin.

Hovering over me, he used his thumbs to push my shirt up my torso and off. Once his hands were free of it, he dragged his fingers down my bare chest. He stopped to circle each of my nipples.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

My breath escaped in short, heated blasts as he wandered further with his touch. His fingers worked my jeans open then drifted down to my thighs. He gripped the fabric and eased it down.

Off my hips.

He stopped.

"Jeezus, Ethan."

I smiled and ground my ass into the bedding, creating creases in the purple lacy manties I had chosen to wear today. They were boy-short cut with scalloped edges.

A tiny bow on the band above my cock.

Daniel fingered the rough fabric, a look of absolute fascination on his face. I hadn't been sure how he would react. I'd started wearing male panties many years back. They gave me a lift in my everyday life. Made me feel special. Made me feel like myself.

He sank to his knees at the foot of the bed. Without urgency, he stripped my jeans the rest of the way off my body, his gaze never leaving my lace-covered dick .

Closer. His breath was hot on my thighs. I groaned, thrust my hips up, and jammed my fingers into his short hair as he dragged his tongue along my shaft, wetting the lace

"Yes, Daddy." I writhed beneath his touch. "Please, yes, Daddy."

"Fuck." Daniel gripped both my thighs, dug his fingers in, and ran his lips up and down my cock. I spread my legs wider. His hands quivered. "Such a good boy."

Jeezus.

I nearly came. I'd never played this game before, but it felt right with Daniel. Not just the age difference but because I felt safe with him. Safer than I'd ever felt in my life.

Daniel backed away. "Move further up in the bed."

I scrambled to the head and tugged a pillow behind my head.

My cock strained hard against the tight lace. At the foot of the bed, Daniel removed his clothing, gifting me with my first look at his body.

"Oh, Daddy." My heart pounded in my throat. His chest and shoulders were broad, and his pecs were covered in glorious silver and dark blond hair. His nipples were tight as nubs. Beneath them—sublime. I wanted to touch the slight swell of his belly. To hold his soft flesh in my hands.

To cover it in kisses.

From there, I would travel to his gorgeous erect cock, thick and veiny. Saliva gathered in my mouth. I would happily choke on his dick. I wanted to consume every bit of him.

Daniel climbed onto the bed and kissed me in the centre of my chest, then feathered his lips across my skin to my nipple. His tongue lashed out, flicking it. I groaned and arched my back.

I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I draped them over my head.

I could behave .

He sucked so hard on my nipple; my toes curled. When he moved his mouth to my other side, his hand drifted down my ribs, tickling me. Across my hip, down to my straining dick. He brushed his fingers lightly back and forth on it. He kissed the side of my throat.

"You're wet," he whispered against my skin.

"You do that to me, Daddy."

"Mm." Daniel thumbed my cockhead through the lace. "Such a good boy." He lifted his hand and used his damp thumb to caress my bottom lip. He slipped his thick pad into my mouth.

I almost unraveled, triggered by the scent and taste of myself.

Daniel kissed the edge of my mouth as I sucked on his thumb. "So good."

A shiver cascaded down my spine. I wanted to immerse myself in his praise. He undulated his hips, grinding his cock against mine. Daniel deprived me of his thumb, instead using his hands to keep my arms above my head. He buried his face against my neck, kissing and nuzzling.

He thrust his hips again.

"That's it, Daddy. Rub that beautiful cock on me."

"Such a dirty mouth."

I smiled. He had that right. "Imagine you're fucking my pretty hole."

"Jeezus." Daniel released my wrists and repositioned himself, so he was looking down at me, his arms under mine, supporting my shoulders, his fingers playing with the hair on my nape.

He descended on me with a kiss fueled by the game we were playing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to continue. He rocked his hips, caressing my cock with his .

I could feel the frustration and desperation building in him.

His entire body became tense.

Daniel angled to one side, abandoning my mouth, and snagged the band of my underwear and wrangled them off me. With them gone, he placed his palm around my bare cock and stroked it.

He grinned at me. "Better."

"So much better." I winked at him. "I want to feel your cock on mine."

He kissed the tender spot beneath my ear, then peppered a row along my jawline. He wrapped his arms around me and held me against him, his weight pinning me.

Daniel retreated and surged his hips toward me, guiding his cock past mine, panting, until he settled into a steady rhythm. Whimpering, I met each one of his thrusts. I would have suggested lube if I wasn't completely distracted by a fury of intense desire to cum for him. I clung to him and buried my face against his shoulder. I set my teeth to his flesh, making Daniel groan.

"So good," I whined and dug my fingernails into him.

His hips stopped moving.

"Fuck, Ethan …." Daniel jerked and flooded the space between us, shuddering in my arms, eliminating any friction. I spilled moments later, both of us merging into a quivering mass.

We stayed like that until our breathing calmed.

Daniel rolled off me but kept me close to him. He tucked me against his side, my head on his shoulder, damp with perspiration. I soaked in the scent of him. Manly and freshly sated.

I wasn't sure if I should wait for him to speak or open some dialogue myself.

"The panties surprised me," he said before I spoke .

I chuckled and kissed his shoulder. "You seemed to like them."

"I do. I definitely do."

"Good because I wear them all the time."

"Every time I've been with you … you had those under your clothes?"

"Every time."

"God, that's hot."

I traced my finger through the hair on his chest. "What about the Daddy part?"

"Didn't know I'd like it so much." Daniel tipped his head and kissed mine. "Not all the time, though. Just sometimes." He went rigid beneath me. "We are going to have sex again, right?"

I drew circles on his soft stomach. His skin was sticky with our combined cum. "Daniel, I want to be here with you, making each other feel good all weekend. We can play or not play with scenes. It's up to you." It was the truth. I liked to play games, but I didn't need to.

"I like it when you're a good boy."

I hummed against his skin and lay my hand flat on his chest. He took my hand in his and leaned me away from him, gazing down at me. "I've been dreaming of doing this to you."

"What?" I tapped his nose. "Looking at me?"

"No. This." He swept down my body, taking up residence between my thighs, his hands on my waist. I closed my eyes, mewling softly as he licked my stomach, my hands in his hair, urging him to continue. He didn't stop until he'd licked me clean. I would gladly return the favour.

Daniel and I were going to get along exceedingly well.