51. Davis

It was a bit of an awkward angle to be sure, but there was something about the risk here that was playing to a fantasy that he didn’t even know he had. Usually, Jeremy took the lead during sex, but something about being out here, away from everyone, in a place where Davis felt confident and in control with someone he deeply cared about— well, it made him bold. And it made him creative. Thank god for the years he spent crouching as a catcher.

Davis caressed Jeremy’s ass through his shorts, gently nuzzling one ass cheek through the thin fabric. He shifted both hands to the front of Jeremy’s waist and palmed him, feeling the initial stirs of an erection. Running his hands up to the waistband, Davis slipped his fingertips inside and pulled them down.

“This okay?” Davis asked.

“Fuck yes,” Jeremy hissed.

Still kneeling, Davis took Jeremy’s cock in his hand, stroking it lightly. He quickly licked his palm and then replaced his hand, the combination of saliva and precum easing the way. Davis, realizing he was in a fantastic position for one of his new favorite activities, reached his left hand up and pressed down on Jeremy’s lower back. The taller man acquiesced with a contented groan, spreading his legs wider, as if he knew what he was doing. Davis spread him wide and pressed his face in, tongue flicking over the puckered entrance.

“What are you—” Jeremy began, but Davis quieted him with a gentle kiss at the base of his spine.

“Shh, baby,” Davis said. “You have to keep watch.”

“Are you gonna stay back there all day?” Jeremy moaned. “Or are you going to help me keep watch?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t have—” Davis began, but Jeremy cut him off with directions to check the back left pocket of his daypack.

“I told you that you would have made a great scout,” Davis said upon finding lube. He left the condoms in the bag, knowing he didn’t have enough time to prep Jeremy. Davis stood up and shoved his own shorts down, pressing his own erection to the cleft of Jeremy’s ass.

“Mmm, I’m learning from the best,” Jeremy replied, looking over his shoulder. Davis lifted up onto his toes and kissed him, feeling brave and bold and powerful. Because he was here, in a building that was central to his job as a Ranger, and he was with Jeremy, and just for this moment, these two parts of his brain— two parts of his heart— were able to be fused into one.

Davis kicked a small stool over and stepped on it, grateful for the way it lifted his hips to a perfect height. He tapped Jeremy’s thighs open just a bit, then slid his cock between them, the tight friction causing him to press his teeth into Jeremy’s shoulder.

“Watch for fires, baby,” Davis said, picking up the pace of his hips. He reached around and wrapped a slick hand around Jeremy. Davis wasn’t the most coordinated, had faked sick in school the week they learned square dancing, so it took a bit to properly time the rhythm of his thrusts with the movements of his hands. Jeremy looked down, watching the movement, and Davis removed his hand, scraped his teeth against the side of his neck. “You have to watch.”

“I’m watching,” Jeremy said, the muscles in his neck straining.

“Attaboy,” Davis said, feeling Jeremy’s release cascade over his hand. “Now you can watch me.” He pulled back, out of the grip of Jeremy’s thighs, took a sticky hand to himself, and used Jeremy’s cum to help him finish, just avoiding his shorts.

“Davis—” Jeremy began, still breathing heavily.

“Wait a second,” Davis said. “I want to remember this.” A few seconds, just the space of a breath or two, and Davis grabbed for Jeremy’s bag, pulling out the travel package. He grinned at Jeremy, who grinned back. “See? I told you. Boy scout.”