Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Caleb

I met Tony's shifty gaze, not letting him escape. I knew precisely what he was after, and much as I wanted it, I wasn't about to let him play pretend.

"What sort of somewhere?" I asked. The parking lot was downright chilly for early July, an almost eerie stillness after the long night of fireworks. "It's past closing time everywhere other than the all-night diner, and even if there was a bar open, I'm technically still on call for the whole holiday weekend, so I can't drink."

"We don't have to drink." Tony's voice was husky. Seductive. Yeah, he knew. "Or go anywhere in particular."

"Well, that's good because you live in a house full of people." I kept my tone pragmatic. I wasn't about to make this easy on him. And also, logistics seriously were a thing. "Nosy people. And I've got a brother who is mercifully home asleep, thanks in part to your brother-in-law chasing all the boys home around midnight."

"Noted." He nodded curtly and glanced over at my truck, which was ironically parked near the older compact he drove. "I was thinking…a drive?"

I had to laugh because no way did he actually want a drive. "Well, as long as you're thinking like a teen on the make, how about you take me to one of your old make-out spots." Might as well go ahead and get to the point. "I didn't go to high school around here, so I don't know the good places to park."

"I didn't mean…"

"Yeah, you did, Tony." Trying to call his bluff, I resumed walking toward my truck, clicking the unlock button on my keys. "And it's been a long-ass day in a long-ass week, and I'm more than happy to go there with you, stupid idea and all, but I need you to own up to wanting it."

As I'd hoped, he followed fast on my heels, approaching the passenger side.

"There's a place I could show you." His tone was cagey as he glanced around, likely to make sure we didn't have an audience to notice us leaving together. Apparently satisfied, he nodded and hopped into the passenger seat. "Take a left at the hospital, heading east out of town."

Despite his instructions, I didn't put the truck in Drive, instead turning toward him. "Words matter. You wanna regret this later, that's on you. But you don't get to pretend like I made you or like oops, we ran out of gas and our lips collided, oh no."

"Well played." Tony chuckled, a warm, rich sound that filled the truck cab. "Yeah. I want this. And much as you hate the word, I'm curious. Like I said, I know I can be turned on by guys. But I've never…and I just want to know for sure."

"That kiss wasn't convincing enough?" I shook my head but drove out of the parking lot, turning toward the hospital.

"I might need a few more repeats to be certain."

"Fair enough." I shrugged. Tony might be curious about same-sex action, but my own curiosity was more about the novelty of making out in a car, finding a remote make-out spot. I'd missed out on a lot of backseat fumbling in my awkward teen phase, and my body thrummed with anticipation. This was a terrible idea, but most of my body couldn't care less.

We drove in weighty silence for a few miles until Tony gestured at an upcoming unmarked turnoff.

"Right here." Tony gestured, the moon and my headlights the only illumination of the country road. The turnoff led farther into a dark, forested area along a bumpy path. "This road dead-ends at an old quarry. Not particularly scenic, but generations of Mount Hope teens have found their way up here."

"We're alone up here now," I pointed out as I parked in a wide, flat area near the metal gates for the quarry. As soon as I killed the headlights, the spot felt even more isolated, stars gleaming far brighter than they ever did close to town. "And damn. Look at that sky and moon."

"Yeah." Tony leaned back in his seat, adjusting it with a click that made a fresh wave of anticipation pulse through me. "You make me want to be young and foolish again."

"You're not that old." I rolled my eyes at him, not that he could likely see in the darkness of the truck cab. The ten or whatever years between us only ever mattered when he went into bossy mode, and even then, he was the one who truly seemed to care about being older. My crush-prone body had always been more attracted to older, mature guys. "And you wanna be stupid, be my guest."

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I stretched my arms overhead invitingly before turning more toward him. He'd been the one to kiss me in the kitchen, so he could darn well be the first to make a move here. Luckily, I didn't have to be too patient as I'd barely shifted in my seat before he was on me, hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer.

And for all kissing guys might be new for him, he was damn good at it. If my stubble from a long shift without shaving or anything else threw him off, he sure didn't show it. Instead, he kissed with a sexy confidence matched with a leisurely pace, the sort that said he knew perfectly well I wasn't going anywhere. His lips were soft but far more urgent than that first, gentle kiss.

He clutched me tighter, tongue delving deep before he sucked on my lower lip. I groaned, and he murmured something against my mouth, approval clear. We traded kisses, hands roving, moans mingling until we were both breathless.

"Want more." Tony plucked at my T-shirt like its very existence was an offense. I was only too happy to assist him in peeling my shirt off before he did the same. Touching his bare arms and back was nice, but not nearly enough.

"More?" I echoed his earlier request.

"Hell, yes." He chuckled as I scrambled across the console without kneeing him or concussing both of us.

"Victory." I grinned down at him, triumph tinging my voice.

"Yep, definitely feeling like a winner." He pulled me down for another kiss that led to another and then to increasingly frantic explorations by hands and mouths. He stroked my arms and back with strong hands as his lips migrated from my mouth to my jaw to my neck, each new spot electric.

I ground against him. He was every bit as hard as I was. His curiosity was clearly a powerful motivator, and if this were a quiz of sorts, I had to imagine the result was glaringly obvious. He rocked up to meet me, breathing harder.

"What…?" He sucked in a shaky breath. "What else can we do?"

"In the cab of a truck?" I laughed. Neither of us were particularly small humans, and the passenger seat was a tight fit for two, but the rear jump seat wouldn't offer much more in the way of comfort and was too damn far away in any event. No way was I moving. "Not nearly enough."

"Oh." His disappointment was palpable, making me chuckle again as I worked a hand between us to squeeze his erection. I toyed with the zipper on his fly. Like me, he'd showered before the end of the shift, and his jeans were soft and worn against my palm.

"But this could work…" I trailed off meaningfully, waiting for his agreement.

"Fuck yes." He arched up toward my touch, which was all the permission I needed to undo his zipper and withdraw his cock. His shaft fit perfectly in my hand, like driving a luxury sports car. He was warm and thick with a wide oval head. No foreskin, which was a nice novelty after countless lonely nights with my own dick.

"Ungh." Tony's needy groan went straight to my own cock, which pulsed painfully hard against my fly. But it could wait. I wanted to focus on Tony, his sounds and reactions, the way his body squirmed and shifted as I jacked him slowly. "Kiss me."

"Gladly." I captured his mouth again, but any illusion I had of being in control was temporary. Tony took over the kiss easily as his nimble fingers mimicked my earlier explorations, palming my fly. At first, his motions were a bit unpracticed, tentative, but he quickly returned to his usual confidence, unzipping me and withdrawing my cock. "Fuck."

Our groans mingled as we jerked each other in unison, lusty noises filling the truck, so much that I almost missed the sound of gravel on tires.

Almost.

"Someone's coming," Tony gasped, cock pulsing harder in my fist.

"Likely you, soon." I chuckled against his mouth. "And from the feel of it, you like playing dangerously."

"Not that dangerously." His actions said the opposite. Tremors racing through his body, he kept right on stroking me. His breath sped up, voice going choppy. "And anyone coming up here is likely driving around for the same reason as us. Right?"

"Right." I glanced behind us long enough to see tail lights heading back down the narrow quarry road. "They turned around."

"Good." Tony sounded satisfied, but there was a note of something else there I couldn't place. Arousal? I had to admit the idea of getting almost caught wasn't without its appeal, the risk making me feel free and reckless and that much sexier.

"And now for my next trick…" Shifting my weight, I braced my left hand on the seat behind Tony's head. I lined up our cocks, using my right hand to jack us together, taking care to ensure Tony could feel the friction of my foreskin dragging against his cockhead.

"Fucking hell, that's good." Tony tipped his head back, exposing his throat for me to nip and lick. I stroked us together, basking in how he seemed to luxuriate in the sensations, stretching into my touch. But as with kissing, he only had so much patience for allowing me to play. He placed a hand over mine. "Let me try."

"More curiosity?"

"Is that a bad thing?" He chuckled like he already knew the answer.

"It's a very good thing."

"Fuck." His breath came in rapid pants as he took over jerking us. His grip was tighter, strokes a little faster, hands less familiar. I moaned, and he joined with a rough, broken noise. "This is too. So good."

It didn't take much before his strong grip had me on the edge. "I'm close."

"Yeah?" He tipped his head to one side, considering as he licked his kiss-swollen lips. "Wish I could see better. God, you're sexy. I wanna see you come."

"How's this?" Reaching up, I flipped on the dim dome light for the cab. Risky, especially if another car came by, but very possibly worth it. I winked down at him.

"Now who's living dangerously?"

"Us." I chortled, near-giddy levels of happiness achieved even without an impending orgasm. "Better hurry up and make me come."

"Gladly." He pulled me in for another kiss and another after that, each kiss melting into the next as he stroked our cocks with a perfect rhythm. He'd quickly caught on to the fun friction of my foreskin. Not quite docking, but he'd sure figured out how to maximize our pleasure. Our kissing turned more frantic, sloppy, my hands clutching at him, his free hand on my ass, urging me to move.

"There." My loudest moan yet broke free from my throat. I never wanted this to end, yet I was powerless to stop the freight train of my orgasm. No brakes. No engineer. Just pure speed and sensation, right over the edge of the mountain. "There. Please. God. Yes."

My speech was reduced to a breathless babble as my cock surged up into his fist, the first spurt almost painfully hard, followed quickly by a sharp pleasure that took long, glorious seconds to mellow out.

"You're…spectacular. Fuck." True to his word, Tony had watched me, but the second I grinned down at him, dopey, orgasmic bliss making me laugh, he resumed stroking, using my come as lube for several rough pulls. "Fuck. Caleb."

If I'd had any doubts that I had a crush, the sound of my name on his lips as he came would have sealed the deal. He yanked me down for another kiss, this one sort of a thank you, an acknowledgment that we'd shared something…well, special sounded far more romantic than whatever this way. And intimate was far too formal a term. Magical. That was it.

Perhaps I'd been under a spell when I'd said yes to him because God knew magic infused every kiss and touch between us. This electrical pull we shared had to be some sort of dark wizardry.

"How about now?" I asked huskily. "Still got questions?"

He blinked, eyes still foggy with pleasure. "Dozens. Definitely not convinced I'm bi or pan or whatever." His laugh said otherwise. "And absolutely still… curious. Gonna need to test a bunch more…options."

I laughed along with him, then sobered. "We can't."

"I know." But he didn't let me return to my seat. Instead, he held me close so our heads rested together. "I know."

We both knew all the reasons we absolutely positively couldn't make this a repeat thing. We were coworkers. We already liked each other an alarming amount for one dude with no time for relationships and another determined to avoid them at all cost. We'd cracked open a box we both knew better than to mess with, but could either of us keep our hands to ourselves now that we knew exactly how good this could be?