Neon Yellow: Obsessive Adhesives (10 page)

Jason held Spencer's cock gently, almost reverently. Spencer's eyes were wide, as if he couldn't believe someone else would want to touch him. Either that or he was trying to focus on Jason. Jason smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “No-one else, huh?"

Spencer swallowed and shook his head.

"Don't look so scared. I won't hurt you.” Jason smiled. “Trust me. If you don't like it, say the word and I'll stop."

Spencer's eyes widened, if that were possible. “Why? What are you going to do?"

Jason dropped a kiss on Spencer's oh so kissable lips. “You.” And before Spencer could argue or try to rationalize anything, Jason shimmied down the bed and took Spencer's cock in his mouth. After a quick exclamation of surprise, there were only little sounds of contentment from Spencer. Spencer's fingers alternately stroked Jason's hair or pulled it. Not that Jason cared. Jason's nose was tickled by clean smelling pubes. Baby soft skin under his fingers would bruise so easily. Jason found a perverse pleasure in seeing his fingerprints on Spencer's body.

"Don't stop,” Spencer gasped, his free hand clenching the sheets for dear life.

Jason didn't plan to stop anytime soon. The knowledge that he was the first to bestow this particular pleasure to Spencer was heady. Spencer spread his legs, responding to Jason's touch; so uninhibited it was exhilarating. Spencer's inexperience didn't matter; in fact it fuelled Jason's need to please him, to explore every facet of the man writhing on his bed. The taste of pre-come lingered at the back of Jason's tongue and he swallowed. Spencer's shiver only made Jason try harder. He knew Spencer wouldn't be able to hold out once the primitive need to orgasm hit him, and he knew it wouldn't be long. Spencer already sounded out of control, his moans and incoherent babble a delightful backdrop to Jason's efforts.

"Gonna come. Oh, God!"

The first spurt of come hit the back of Jason's throat and he sucked harder to milk Spencer for all he was worth. He was the first to do this, the first to taste Spencer—and the man was delicious.
Oh, God!
was right. Jason wanted to wrap Spencer in his arms, keeping his new boyfriend safe at any cost. One final lick and Jason looked up at Spencer, licking his lips.

"Wow,” Spencer panted. “Let's do that again."

"Don't tempt me, love.” He crawled up Spencer's body and kissed the man soundly, letting Spencer taste himself, letting him know exactly how intoxicating it all was. “Breakfast first. Then we can decide whether to go camping or just hide out here. In bed. For the weekend.” Jason wasn't quite sure what reaction he'd receive for that. Blushing and insecure Spencer seemed to be very open to naked fun.

"Breakfast sounds good—I can make omelets,” he offered.

"So can I. And fry bacon, too.” Jason winked. “You're my guest. Relax a bit; have a shower. You can make breakfast tomorrow morning."

"I make awesome
campfire
omelets."

Excellent. That suggested that Spencer wanted the camping option. “Might need more than omelets, just to keep up our energy.” He rolled out of bed. “All that fresh air and digging for rocks and staying up late looking at stars...” He padded off to the bathroom, flinging a couple of extra words over his shoulder as he left, “And sex."

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Jason had been right, Spencer conceded as they drove down the tree lined road; he could make an omelet and fry bacon. And brew coffee, too. They were headed toward Spencer's favorite camping site in Herkimer County. A small site nestled in the woods near a creek, ample opportunities to find Herkimers, yet not the tourist trap some of the other camp sites had become. Staring out of the window as they drove down the winding road, Spencer thought back to their awkward breakfast. He still couldn't believe what had transpired in Jason's bed. What did someone say after that? And over breakfast? “Great blowjob, can you pass the milk?” didn't seem to cut it. Whatever was going on between them, Spencer hoped it would last. He was eager—and nervous—about exploring that side some more.

"Take the next right.” Spencer pointed toward the upcoming dirt road.

Jason turned the corner and expertly guided his car along the road. “You okay? You've been very quiet."

"I'm fine, just enjoying the scenery."

Jason glanced at him before reaching over and stroking a finger across his cheek. “Mmm, it's pretty."

Spencer's cheeks heated with the simple gesture, which had his cock taking notice. He turned back to look out the window and mentally catalogued all their supplies for the trip. Tent, sleeping bags, cooler, lots of ice, canned goods, beer, water, air mattress, cooking gear, flashlights, lantern, small pick axe, folding shovel... That worked nicely in deflating any arousal Spencer had had. “Just up here a bit more, to the left. Not too close to the creek."

Jason pulled up and jumped from the car, stretching his long legs as he checked out their surroundings. “Creek good for swimming or fishing?"

"Both,” Spencer said as he left the car. “Though it might be cold for a swim."

Spencer took a deep breath, letting the clean air and serenity of the area fill him. This was exactly what he needed, to be far away from Summerset and his ransacked home. Just a weekend of peace. He wouldn't let thoughts of his stalker ruin this as well. Nope, this was all about him and Jason.

"See that.” Spencer pointed to where the sun shone through the canopy of trees, making the ground glitter. “Those are Herkimers.” Spencer retrieved his shovel and walked over, examining the ground.

After a fleeting moment of guilt for not helping Jason unload the car, Spencer found the perfect spot and started to carefully excavate the area. He was in his element, kneeling on the ground in hopes of finding something beautiful trapped beneath the dirt. Something that just needed some coaxing to shine. Excitement coursed through his veins as he unearthed the tip of what could be a large Herkimer. Tossing the shovel aside, he began to dig with his hands, loving the feel of the dirt on his skin and under his nails. The thrill of discovery. Finally, the crystal was uncovered and removed. Spencer brushed off the soil that clung to it and held it up before the light, studying his find. It was a cluster containing three crystals, about six inches in length, the bases of each a milky white.

Spencer wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Worthless as a Herkimer due to the cloudiness, but Spencer found it priceless—as he did all his finds. The white swirls were fascinating, like trapped fog. Unique, as all crystals are, and he couldn't wait to display it on his mantle.

"What'd ya find?"

"Fuck!” Spencer clutched his chest, willing his heart to slow down. “Don't sneak up on me like that."

Jason laughed and slung an arm across Spencer's shoulder. “Sorry, love. I'm pretty sure we're alone here."

"Need help unloading the car?” Spencer asked, his guilt returning.

"All done.” Jason turned Spencer to face their camp site. “Tent up and everything. What did you find that kept you so preoccupied?"

Spencer held up the specimen. “A Herkimer.” Now he really felt guilty. “I'm sorry you had to do everything by yourself. I'll make it up to you."

Jason shrugged. “You're cooking dinner.” He held his hand out for the Herkimer, which Spencer dropped onto his palm. “That's pretty. Anything else around here?"

"What do you mean? Look.” Spencer waved his hand around the area. “The ground is littered with Herkimers."

"But is that all that's here? Surely digging them up all the time would get a bit boring."

Spencer stared at Jason, appalled at the notion. “Every specimen you find is one of a kind. How is that boring? But, New York has garnet, pyrite, mica and some fossils as well."

"Around here?"

"Yeah, except the garnet. That we'd find near Gore Mountain.” Great, Jason was already bored. Hopefully a clear night and some star gazing would save the weekend.

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Okay then, Mr. Rock Hound, you dig things up and I'll relax.” He kissed Spencer. “Just stay within sight of the camp, huh?"

Spencer was itching to dig something else up but he wasn't about to leave Jason, to do it. That would be rude. “No, want to go for a hike or something? There are some nice trails along the creek."

"Cool. I don't usually come here."

"It's beautiful, you'll love it.” At least Spencer hoped Jason would. It was nice that Jason was an outdoorsy type, as well; someone Spencer could share his passions with. “Let's grab some water and go for a walk."

After making sure the car was locked, Jason shrugged out of his fleece jacket and threw it on one of the camp-chairs with Spencer's. “How long will we be?"

"Not sure.” Spencer grabbed two bottles of water, handing one to Jason. “Why?"

"Should we put stuff away? Lock it in the car?"

"Just the food,” Spencer replied. “It's off season so I think the chances of anyone stealing our stuff will be slim."

Jason locked the cooler and the box of food stuffs in the trunk of the car and they set off up a track in the forest. Spencer's gaze traveled to the glittering ground and he refrained himself from investigating. It was almost painful, but a glance at Jason told him he was doing the right thing.

"It'll be a perfect night for star gazing,” Spencer directed his full attention on Jason.

"I think it might be. New moon last night, but tonight will still be dark.” Jason grabbed Spencer's hand. “Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time for digging up rocks."

"Sorry, old habits die hard. I'm not used to camping with someone who isn't a rock hound.” Spencer's skin burned with a spark of electricity where Jason touched him. Not wanting it to end, Spencer twined his fingers with Jason's. He couldn't wipe the goofy grin off his face at the thought of how interesting and exciting this would make their hike. Putting aside the psychopath stalker making his life hell, Spencer was the happiest he'd been in a long time. Amazing what a little human contact could do to lift one's spirit.

"Get used to it. It's good to get away, clean out the brain with some fresh air."

"It is.” Spencer led the way down the—barely room for two—path through the trees. He took a deep breath; a trace of decay was in the air as the leaves turned from green to vibrant yellow, orange and red. Dead leaves crunched under the weight of their footsteps. Maybe he could convince Jason to come back once the foliage was at its peak. Reluctantly, Spencer let go of Jason's hand as the trail narrowed due to some fallen trees. They'd made excellent time and the creek was a few feet away, nicely hidden from view by the trees. No matter how many times Spencer came here, the beauty of the area still captured his soul. He'd never tire of this place and the peace it gave him.

"The creek is great for fishing and tubing—too bad it's a little too cold for that. Watch out, it's a little steep here,” Spencer said, carefully walking down the slope and holding out his hand to help Jason.

Jason took the offered hand and followed Spencer down to the edge of the creek. He kicked a piece of driftwood back into the creek and watched it float down stream. “Bet this place looks great mid autumn. I'll bring my camera next time."

Next time
. That little statement made Spencer smile. At least he hoped Jason meant to come back with him. Spencer shook his head to clear it of any negative thoughts.

"You'll love it. Be sure to bring extra memory cards."

Jason nodded. “Ever see the work of that guy? Um, he takes photos of the Adirondacks. Miller, that's his name."

"Avery Miller?” Spencer asked. “I've seen his work. He lives in Braeside—hasn't done much since his partner died."

"That's a shame, his work is spectacular. Great use of colors and composition. I saw one of his exhibitions when I was in Albany. Wish I could take photos like that.” Jason stopped to pick up a flat rock. He held it sideways and threw it across the water with a flick of his wrist.

Spencer watched the rock skip across the water five times before sinking into the dark depths.

"I think you take great photographs.” Spencer put his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged his shoulders. “That photo of the eclipse is breathtaking."

"Thanks. But don't you ever...?” Jason lobbed another stone, this one just sinking. He shrugged. “Don't you ever see something and wish you could capture it forever? Why can he do it and I can't?"

Looking up and meeting Jason's gaze, Spencer replied firmly, “You can."

Jason smiled. “Not even close, but thanks again for your vote.” He ran his hand behind Spencer's neck and kissed his lips. “You're good for my ego."

Spencer pulled back and licked his lips. “And you for mine."

"You don't have an ego.” Jason laughed and pulled Spencer close. “You're the most unassuming person I know."

Wrapping his arms around Jason, Spencer sighed. He'd meant to say self esteem, but that was nothing Jason needed to hear.

"Want to keep on walking? Or do you want to sit for a bit?” Spencer gestured to a boulder with a flattish top, great for sitting and staring out onto the creek. “Or do you want to go back to camp?"

"If we stop and sit down,” Jason murmured. “I might kiss you again."

"Nothing wrong with that.” Spencer grinned, took Jason's hand in his and led the way to the boulder.

"Who are you and what have you done with my shy Spencer?” Jason sat on the boulder, next to Spencer.

Spencer was pulled into Jason's arms, his lips covered with a passionate kiss, before he could answer. His tongue sliding next to Jason's was the only response Spencer was willing to give. They could talk later—now was a time for Spencer to lose himself in these addictive kisses.

Suddenly, Spencer broke the kiss and turned to face the woods. “Did you hear that?” The snap of a branch resonated in his ears.

"Just a rabbit or a deer or a bear.” Jason kissed just below Spencer's ear.

"Yeah,” Spencer said, his gaze still locked on the woods, Jason's advances making him shiver but not enough to claim his full attention. He scanned the tree line, looking for any evidence of a deer or a bunny or a bear. “You
did
lock up the food in the car, right?"