Sex & Sourdough (15 page)

The woman’s bright smile shifted, hardened, and became openly suspicious. “Does he now? All I told him was that I’d make sure you called your family if I ran into you. This boy a problem, then?”

“I didn’t think so two months ago. He just can’t seem to get it through his head that our relationship is over.”

She nodded slowly. “If I may,” she said as she patted his arm, “and it’s just a suggestion, mind you, you might want to stick to Butch from here on out. Particularly for signing the logs at each shelter.”

“That’s good advice.” Anders nodded. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“Sure thing. Have a good night, boys.”

Kevin wished he could do something to ease the worried expression on Anders’s face, but with his ex prowling the street just outside, Kevin was on edge too.

“Grab a beer and come sit with Spider, Caboose, and Chex. Let’s catch up,” Anders said.

“Sounds great.” Kevin followed Anders to his table, where he drank a Newcastle and listened to the others talk about their hike through the Cherokee National Forest. They had only managed ten-mile days, because Chex Mix had caught that same flu Anders had. Anders spared them the details of their stop in Hot Springs, instead talking about the random sights along the trail.

Kevin kept his eyes on the front door and forced himself to smile while Anders caught up with the others.

“You guys moving on tomorrow?” Spider asked.

Anders threw back the last of his beer, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shrugged. “That depends on how hungover I am tomorrow.”

A few of the hikers around them laughed, and Caboose slapped him on the shoulder. Anders caught the eye of one of the waitresses who was busy running between tables and wagged his finger between his drink and Kevin’s, ordering another round. When the waitress set the beers down, Kevin spotted a head of spiky brown hair near the door. Anders’s ex hadn’t spotted them since they were in a back booth, and he might not notice them at all, considering how much Anders’s hair had grown. But Kevin didn’t want to wait around to find out.

“Butch.” Kevin leaned close. “Come out back with me?”

Anders’s smile turned into a seductive leer. He threw a few dollars on the table to cover their beers, grabbed Kevin’s hand, and tugged him toward the back hallway.

They wandered out into a dark gravel alley. Anders stopped moving as soon as they were outside, but Kevin tugged on Anders’s hand, steering him toward the bar parking lot. When they were safely out of the light, Kevin circled around Anders. “Your ex is here.”

“What?” Anders tightened his fingers around Kevin’s hand.

“Come here.” Kevin pulled him back toward the street, keeping an eye on the front of the bar.

As they came to the red Jeep Wrangler, Anders slipped his hand out of Kevin’s and strode toward it. He glared at the Jeep and then back at bar. “How did you recognize his car?”

Kevin shrugged. “It is his car, then?”

“Yes. It’s his.”

“I saw it at Mountain Crossings. I saw the guy driving it, about an hour ago, and there aren’t that many assholes from Florida who can pull off that hairdo.”

“What the hell is he doing here?”

“Do you really want to find out? Because I saw him in there. I’m sure he’s looking for you.”

Anders took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. It was a good inch and a half long now, and Kevin had been right about it turning into an unruly mass of curls.

“If you’d rather not,” Kevin said as he took Anders’s hand again, “we could call it a night… I could show you just what kinds of perverted thoughts were making me blush….”

“Let’s go,” Anders said, tugging Kevin across the street.

Kevin wrapped his left arm around Anders’s waist and put himself between Anders and the bar, trying to shield Anders from view in case his ex came out.

When they reached the sidewalks and left the crowds behind, Kevin stole a sideways glance at Anders and relaxed.

“So….” Anders blushed and dropped his gaze to the ground. “I hit the vending machine in the bathroom… and I was thinking….”

Kevin pulled Anders close and leaned down to his ear. “I bought some this morning. Extra couldn’t hurt, though.”

Anders tripped and nearly fell, but Kevin caught him easily and steered him down the row of outside doors to their hotel room. He swiped his key card fast and steered Anders inside.

“Decided hookups aren’t that bad?” Anders asked, grinning.

Kevin shut the door, shoved the key card back into his pocket, and set the chain. “I want you…,” he admitted. Anders hadn’t moved far into the room and Kevin reached for him automatically, pulling him in for a crushing kiss. He kissed Anders breathless, then nipped and licked his way down Anders’s jaw.

“Can I ask….” Anders leaned his head to give Kevin more access to his neck. “Oh, fuck, that tickles!” Kevin took the open invitation and attacked the sensitive spot again, licking and then nipping at the pink skin just above Anders’s collarbone. “What changed your mind?”

“I just want you,” Kevin breathed against his neck. “I wanted you the moment I saw you. Every time I touch you, all I want to do is sink inside you and never move again.”

“What about not doing hookups? Not getting attached?”

“I’m not talking about getting attached,” Kevin said between kisses. “I want to sleep with you. If we keep trying this stress-relief thing, I’m going to lose it and end up fucking you up against a tree….”

“So, just sex?” Anders whispered.

“If you’re not okay with that, I need to know now,” Kevin whispered. “If we do much more than this… I….” He shook his head slowly. “I really, really want you.”

In his arms, Anders chuckled. “I’m here, aren’t I? And I’m not leaving.”

Kevin ground his hips hard, rocking against Anders’s khakis. He ran his hands over Anders’s shoulders and down his chest, caressing the tight, compact muscles he felt beneath Anders’s shirt. Anders pressed back just as hard. Kevin felt Anders’s fingers flutter as he undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled at his belt buckle, then tugged as much fabric as possible aside to allow Kevin to burrow underneath to bare skin.

Kevin ripped Anders’s undershirt up and ran his fingers over Anders’s abs and hips. He bent down to lick and nip at Anders’s salty neck, then stepped back to slip the button-down shirt over Anders’s shoulders. He let it fall to the ground and then pulled Anders’s undershirt over his head. The soft, almost hairless skin over the tightly compacted muscle Anders had built up on the trail was an amazing turn-on, and Kevin found himself desperate to press his body against every inch of him.

Kevin pulled at the button of Anders’s pants, inched them over his hips, and shoved them to the floor. The back of his knuckles grazed Anders’s erection through his boxers, and the slender man trembled against him.

Anders snaked his arm up and wrapped it around Kevin’s neck. “You’re not going to fuck me with your clothes on, are you?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Kevin whispered. “I don’t have a ton of self-control at the moment. I’ve been thinking about this for too damn long.”

The vibrations of Anders’s laughter nearly made Kevin whimper. Anders quickly unbuttoned Kevin’s shirt and pants. Kevin toed out of his shoes while Anders slipped his shirt off, and then shoved his pants and boxers down at the same time.

“You said you have stuff for this.”

“Shit, lube….” He bent down and pulled a small tube of K-Y Jelly out of his pants pocket, along with a three-pack of condoms he had picked up that morning. Anders chose that moment to turn his back on Kevin. He began to grind his ass back, rubbing against the bare skin of Kevin’s dick. “Fuck, stop that!” Kevin hissed.

“Get on with it, then.” Anders laughed, bending forward to brace himself on the edge of one of the room’s queen-size beds.

“You don’t….” Kevin caught sight of Anders’s ass, his cheeks already spread in wanton invitation, and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Do you want me to suck you off first?”

Anders turned his head over his shoulder. “Just do it. I really want you to fuck me. Besides, it’s not like an either-or deal, is it? We’ve got all night.”

Kevin squirted a bit of the lube onto his fingers, rubbed them together to warm the cold gel, and then eased a finger inside of Anders.

Anders managed to keep himself from clenching around Kevin’s finger, so he inserted another, and then another. He rubbed the inside of Anders’s passageway with all three fingers, paying careful attention to the angle when his fingertips scraped over the swollen nub of Anders’s prostate. Anders cried out softly when Kevin stroked him, and Kevin groaned. “I want to make you scream,” he whispered.

“Believe me,” Anders said, laughing, “you won’t have any problem.”

Kevin rolled the condom on and lined himself up. The moment he slipped his fingers out of Anders, he rocked his hips forward, driving himself in several inches with a single thrust. He froze when he heard Anders hiss. When Anders rocked back, urging him on, Kevin began to carefully rock his hips, easing himself inside Anders’s body until his entire cock was surrounded by the hot viselike grip of Anders’s ass. He paused and tried to ignore the tightening in his balls as his sac rubbed up against the cleft of Anders’s ass.

He couldn’t finish before they’d even gotten started. He bent over Anders’s back, kissed his shoulder blade, and drew in a deep shuddering breath. “Anders, God, this isn’t going to take long….”

“I’m not doing much better,” Anders gasped. He pulled his hips forward a few inches and then pushed back.

Kevin hissed against Anders’s shoulder again and then bit down to try to calm himself down. It was hopeless, though. The tightening kept spiraling out of control. Kevin kissed Anders’s spine as he straightened. He took hold of Anders’s hips and rocked himself in and out of Anders. He picked up the pace, pulling Anders back as he thrust forward, pumping into him so hard their skin slapped together.

“I’m not fragile, Kev….” Anders shoved himself back to meet each thrust.

Kevin took hold of Anders’s shoulders for leverage and tilted his body up slightly, listening to his reactions. When Anders sucked in a rasping breath and pitched forward, Kevin knew that he’d gotten the angle right. He used his grip on Anders’s shoulders to force Anders into the perfect position and then fucked him hard, grinning with each scream he managed to coax from Anders.

Focusing on Anders’s reactions, instead of his ass, helped Kevin hold off his own orgasm. He licked the palm of his right hand and reached around to grab Anders’s cock, trying to stroke him in time with his own thrusts. The moment his fingers closed around the head, Anders tensed and came in his hand. The muscle spasms squeezed Kevin so hard it was all he could do to shove himself deep before he exploded inside Anders’s body.

Kevin collapsed on Anders’s back, taking deep breaths until his head stopped spinning. He kissed Anders’s shoulder blades again and carefully slipped out. He pulled the condom off and flung it into the trash, then wiped his hand on the bedspread. Anders was still on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed, stunned and shaking.

Kevin kissed his neck, his ear, and finally his lips again. “We didn’t even make it to the bed,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around Anders’s shoulders and carefully laid him down, then held him in a loose grip.

Anders grinned up at him and then scooted closer, plastering his body against Kevin’s. “I’m not complaining. That was fun. I’m sorry it was so fast. I….”

“I came right after you did,” Kevin pointed out. “Still fun. So much fun I think we should rest for a bit and do that again. And again.”

“Are we both sleeping in this bed tonight?” Anders asked.

Kevin glanced over at the other queen-size bed. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, tightening his arms around Anders’s shoulders. He tilted his head to try to see Anders’s face. Did Anders really expect Kevin to kick him out of bed after sex?

Anders didn’t look at him. “That’s usually what ‘just sex’ means, isn’t it?”

Kevin winced. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just…. It’s complicated. I’ve always just gotten off with strangers before this.”

“So, no emotional stuff and I can sleep with you?”

Kevin felt nauseous. “You’re staying. Why the hell do you have to talk about it like it doesn’t mean….” He pressed his lips together as he realized what he was about to say. “I said it doesn’t mean anything, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Anders reminded him. “Kev, you made it pretty clear that you’re not interested in a relationship. I think we could definitely have fun together, and I am all for having fun. I just want to know what to expect, that’s all.”

“Whatever you expect, I’m going to fuck it up,” Kevin whispered. “I always fuck things up.”

Anders sat up and gazed down at Kevin. He ran his fingers over Kevin’s chest, pinching and tweaking each of his nipples before running his fingers up and down Kevin’s ribs, tickling him.

“Hey!” Kevin squealed. “No fair!”

“Okay, okay!” Anders stopped tickling him. “I’ll stop. What can I say right now that will mean we can keep fucking each other?”

Kevin dropped his chin to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m serious.” Anders straddled his hips, braced himself on Kevin’s shoulders, and leaned forward until his face was a few inches from Kevin’s. Kevin could feel his breath on his lips. “If I say that I like spending time with you, you’re going to get quiet until I trick you into talking about bread again. If I say I enjoy sex with you, I’m not sure you’re going to believe it. And if I say… anything else… you’re going to bring up how I just got out of a relationship and you’re going to bolt.” Anders ran his hands languidly down Kevin’s bare chest, making him shiver despite the awkward conversation. Anders settled over Kevin’s hips, rocking his hips and dragging the cleft of his ass over Kevin’s half-hard cock. “This doesn’t have to be complicated, Kev. It really doesn’t. What can I say to convince you that we can enjoy each other without things getting weird?”

“It’s already weird.” Kevin tried not to arch his back, tried to resist, but the wiggling over his dick had him hard again in an instant. “Again?”