Chapter 4

Gary

“ And this is when we break up…” I laughed at his attempt at a scowl. “I’m serious. Fastest relationship ever. World record… How long did that last, four minutes? Maybe five, I think?—”

Shi kissed me to shut me up and I didn’t argue. Though, admitting I liked elves better than dwarves was never going to happen.

“I suppose I can compromise, and let you love your short, bearded men if, and only if, you agree elves are the superior fighters.”

“Is this your pillow talk with all the guys you’ve dated, because I get why you’re single now.” I choked on my laugh when he lightly punched me in the chest. He started to make his way to the passenger side, but I grabbed his waist again and buried my nose in his neck. I kissed a line along his jaw, exploring the feel of his rough skin against my lips. I loved the feel of his stubble. The feel of him. “Stay,” I whispered. “Elves can be superior fighters. You win, okay. Just stay here…” I bit the lobe of his ear, and he let out the softest whimper. “Fuck, make that noise again.”

He let me nip his chin and his neck as he tipped his head back. “Gary. ”

“Hmm?”

“I…” He made that sweet sound again as I tilted his hips, grinding his ass over my aching cock. “I need…”

“What… tell me what you need. Tell me what to do.”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah… I…” He rutted against me, stealing my words, his warm eyes glazed with want as he kissed and bit at my lips. “Fuck, Shi…” Any coherent thought I had dissipated under the rush of blood in my veins, chasing its way to my groin as his cock connected with mine. Even with a layer of clothing between us, every nerve ending in my body lit with fire. “I want to touch you.”

“Okay.”

“But I want to do it right.”

“Touch me like you touch yourself.” He kissed me, his smile loose in a way I felt privileged to witness. “It’s just a dick, Gary. Just like yours.”

“I mean, mine might be bigger.”

He chuckled as he nipped my chin again. “I guess we’ll see.”

This was really happening.

“Hey.” He cupped the side of my face. “We can stop.”

“No. I want to, I just?—”

“It’s okay. Gary, this is your first time with a man, and kissing is good. This is nice. Being with you is everything I ever wanted... okay?”

“You really need to stop interrupting me.” I shook my head with a smile as I covered his hand with mine. “I want to touch you, and I want it to feel good. I also don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to seem like… an amateur.”

“You won’t. Like I said. It’s just a dick. Do what feels good for you and we’ll be fine.” The crinkles around his eyes intensified. His smile exponential. I ran my other hand down the center of his chest, pausing on his flat stomach. “I never thought I’d have more experience than you at something. ”

“Two wins in one night.” I kissed the corner of his mouth as I dipped my fingers below the waistband of his sweats. “What’s this world coming to?”

I gasped as he reached between us, his palm pressing with the perfect amount of pressure against the bulge in my sweats. “You talk too much.”

“Me?” I was incredulous. “You’re the one?—”

His lips crashed into mine with a groan, our tongues tangling. He lifted himself up onto his knees, giving me the room I needed to tug down his pants. His cock was long and thick, the tip glistening with pre-come. I’d never in my life thought I would look at another man’s dick and think it was perfect, but here I was, wondering what that bead of come would taste like. I swiped my thumb through the sticky moisture, and he trembled as I brought it to my lips.

“Shi…” It was different and unexpected, and fucking hot as hell. “You taste so good.”

His forehead dipped, laying gently against mine as I stroked him once, and then again, trying to gauge what he liked. If he wanted me to be rough or slow. He didn’t make me figure it out on my own. As I ran my hand along the silky skin of his shaft, he ordered me around in his sweet breathy voice that made me feel like a king. Faster, harder. Fuck just like that, Gary, yes, God, I’m so close. You’re going to make me come. I was making him crazy. I was going to make him come. Me, just me, and it was blowing my mind.

“Can I touch you, want you…”

“Yes,” I panted the word into his mouth as his kisses became sloppy with need. “Fuck yes.”

His hot hands found their way underneath my waistband, and I moaned as his calloused palm skated over the head of my dick. “Fuck, Shi… that… yeah, just like that.”

He stroked his fist up and down the length of my cock, bringing me to the brink faster than I thought possible. We worked each other, our mouths open and breathless, our foreheads pressed together like we were sharing secrets. And in a way, we were. In this car, in this moment, we had become something new. No man had ever known me like this. This first I’d given to him. Only him.

“Shi, I’m…” I grabbed the back of his neck with my free hand, grounding us both as we came, spilling our last secrets until we had nothing left to share.

The windows were fogged, and as he stroked me slowly, until I shuddered one last time, it was easy to pretend we’d planned this. That we weren’t possibly going to die if we ran out of gas. That this was just a date ending well, and we would clean up and maybe have another round in the comfort of our own bed.

“You okay?” he asked, his forehead still resting against mine.

“Yeah…” I kissed him with lazy lips, ignoring the sticky mess we’d made for a few more minutes. “I’m really good. You?”

He nodded as he leaned back, his cheeks bright red, his nose too. “I’m nervous, I think.”

“Why?”

“That’s my come in your hand, Gary… and up until a half an hour ago, I thought you were straight.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m nervous you’ll regret it or be grossed out.”

I slipped the wayward strands of his hair behind his ear with my non-messy hand and smiled at the way he chewed the corner of his lip. It was the same thing he did when he thought he was about to lose a battle during our D&D campaigns.

“There was absolutely nothing gross about how hard I just came. And there’s definitely nothing gross about how much I loved seeing you come apart for me.” I playfully pulled on the hem of his ruined shirt. “I’m in love with you, remember?”

The red apples of his cheek turned scarlet. “Yeah…” He dropped his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled. “I love you so much it’s dumb.”

“Aw…”

“I— ”

A knock on the window made us both jump, and I might’ve screamed like a small child.

“Everyone alive in there?” a deep, masculine voice boomed through the fogged glass.

“Holy shit,” Shi whisper-shouted and quickly tucked his spent dick back into his boxers.

Everything in the next thirty seconds happened in a blur. There were napkins and whispered expletives and a near knee to dick collision I avoided thanks to my cat-like reflexes.

“I can’t do anything about the jizz on your shirt,” I said as softly as possible. “But maybe throw on your jacket. That should cover it up.”

“Good plan.”

Once we were outside, it became clear, by the smirk on the Viking of a stranger’s mouth, we hadn’t hidden a damn thing.

“My name’s Magnus. I own the orchard up the road.” He pointed a giant, glove-covered thumb over his shoulder, exposing his wrist tattoos that had been hidden under his coat. “My brother Henrik is on his way with the tow cable.”

“Oh my God. Thank you so much.” Shi held out his hand, the same hand that had been wrapped around my dick less than five minutes ago. “I’m Shiloh, and this is Gary.”

“Nice to meet you.” He didn’t shake his hand. “Did you get lost?”

“Sort of,” I said. “And then two deer decided to murder us.”

The man’s laugh was a warm rumble inside his chest. The hood of his jacket covered the majority of his face, but from what I could guess, he was in his late thirties, maybe early forties. The snow had slowed some, but it was still hard to see beyond a foot or two.

“You two are lucky I found you. You’d be frozen by sunrise in those coats.” He looked us both up and down. “Not from around here?”

“Atlanta,” Shi explained. “We came up here for the Con in Portland.”

“Con? ”

“Comics and shit,” I clarified, and the man nodded.

“You’re still a good distance from Portland. At least three hours in this weather.” Magnus looked over his shoulder right as another pair of headlights pulled up.

“Where are we?” I asked and he chuckled again.

“Adamsborough.”

“Any hotels nearby?” Shi asked and Magnus shook his head.

“If you want, I have a guest room above the barn. You can stay until the morning, or until the snow lets up.”

My eyes widened. I could see the headlines now. Two bodies were found along the Adamsborough city line half eaten by cannibals.

“Um…” My hesitation earned me yet another chuckle.

“I promise, you’ll be safe.”

“Isn’t that what all serial killers say?” Shi asked and I stifled a laugh.

“Maggie,” another man hollered down into the ditch. “What’s the plan?”

“I’m going to help my brother get the tow line ready.” He looked at us again with another smirk, and I swear to fucking God his eyes glowed for a half a second. “The offer is there. You might have better luck if you turn around and head back to the freeway. But the roads are icy as hell.”

He didn’t wait for a response as he trudged off behind us and out of the ditch.

“What do you think?” I asked and Shi cracked up.

“I think we both smell like sex and that guy isn’t stupid.”

“I mean staying in his barn, smart ass.”

“I think he seems… weird, but it’s nice that he wants to help, and he obviously could tell we fucked around, so maybe not a bigot?”

“True.”

“And icy roads… we don’t want to end up like this again.”

“I don’t know, it was kind of fun.” He moved to swat my shoulder, and I grabbed his wrist, pulling him into my chest. “I want to make sure we get where we're going in one piece. ”

I attempted to lean down and kiss him, but he stopped me.

“Be careful, we don’t know for sure this guy isn’t a bigot.”

“I think you’re right, though. Especially with your I-just-got-fucked hair, he had to know.” I loved how easy it was to make him blush. I ran my thumb over his cheek, indulging in the heat of his skin. “Let’s see what happens. Let’s get the car out of this ditch, and if he gives us cannibal vibes, we get the fuck out of here.”

“And if he seems chill?”

“Looks like I’m getting a blow job on a hay bale.”

“Fuck you,” he protested, but he followed it with a deep kiss.

I was lost in the taste of him again and didn’t hear Magnus approach until he cleared his throat.

“You two need a minute or…”

Shi practically fell on his ass as he pushed away from me.

“It’s okay,” Magnus rubbed the back of his neck. “No need to be worried. My boyfriend is waiting for me back at the house.”

“Boyfriend,” I repeated, and he nodded.

“So, if we could hurry… Henrik told him I found two stranded travelers, he’s probably already got the kettle on for tea, and I’ll never hear the end of it if we take too long and it gets cold.”

Shi and I shared a private look. I wasn’t sure what he wanted or if he thought this guy was buttering us up so he could steal our skin, but our options were pretty slim. “Tea sounds good to me.”

Turned out Magnus and his brother Henrik were really cool guys. Magnus’s boyfriend too. He had indeed made us tea, and the room above the barn turned out to be a heated and super nice guest house.

Shi pulled back the covers on the bed and slid underneath the sheets, immediately hiding his frozen toes between my thighs. I hissed as he snuggled in next to me.

“Bro, your feet are icicles.”

“I’m cold and you’re warm. Deal with it.”

“What took you so long anyway?”

“I was watching Magnus through the bathroom window. He kept going in and out of this small shed. From what I could see, the place was filled with dried shrubs or some shit hanging from the ceiling.”

“If it isn’t dead bodies, I don’t care.” I grinned as he cuddled in closer, his semi poking me in the ass.

“What if he’s like a warlock or something?”

“For real?”

“I don’t know, did you see those crazy tatts on his arms?” He pressed his cold lips to the side of my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine. “I saw something like it once in this book I read about Valkyrie.”

“Maybe… His brother was kind of hot.”

He pinched my hip, and I rolled over, bringing us face to face.

“See… you do have a thing for blonds.”

I twirled a pale piece of his hair between my thumb and forefinger. “Apparently, I do.” I kissed his bottom lip, and he opened for me.

He tasted like toothpaste, and I grinned against his mouth. “I mean, it’s a bed, not a hay bale, but about that blow job…”

He snuggled closer, his fingers toying with the thin patch of hair on the center of my chest. “You’re really okay with all of this? Me and you? No doubts? At all? I mean, even I had doubts about my first time with a guy.”

“The truth? This feels right. Maybe I’ll have moments where I’m like whoa, this is different. I’m assuming butt stuff might give me pause.”

“Jesus Christ.” He laughed and fell onto his back, covering his eyes with his arms. “Not all queer guys like or partake in butt stuff, and for the record, butt babies are fictional.”

“What? They are? What the hell are we even doing then?”

He moved his arm, a stupid smile stretching across his cute face. “We can try whatever you want, whenever you want, but just know we don’t ever have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Sex is touching, enjoying each other, getting off, it doesn’t have to be?—”

“Butt stuff. ”

“Correct.”

“Okay.” I smiled and he shook his head.

“You’re an idiot.”

I leaned down and kissed him, soft, with wet lips and with so much affection it made my chest hurt. “I love you too.”