Sex & Sourdough (17 page)

“What?” Anders stomach lurched at the question. And then his stomach did a full somersault as his brain processed just what Kevin had said. “That wasn’t what I meant, either, but…. You…. You wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind?” Kevin laughed. He leaned down and kissed Anders’s neck again. “I’ve been wondering why you haven’t asked yet. You’ve got to be getting sore by now.”

Anders grabbed Kevin’s forearms and pushed him away, just so he had enough room to slip out from between Kevin and the tree. He tugged Kevin toward the clearing where they had set up Anders’s tent. “Are you sure?” he whispered, despite their privacy. “Tonight? Can we?”

Kevin laughed. “Lead the way, Butch.”

Anders groaned. He wished he had something he could throw at Kevin. He hated being stuck with that damn trail name. Everyone they saw on the trail called him Butch, including people who knew his real name. When he complained about it, they just said it louder. Now that he knew Joel was going to be a problem, he was stuck using it on paper and in shelters too. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get it up again if you keep calling me that.”

“What about Esquire-in-Training? I liked that one.”

“No!” A woman they had met sketching wild flowers a week earlier had come up with that one when she learned that Anders would be leaving the trail to start law school at the end of August. If he had to choose between the two, he preferred Butch. Anders squatted down to unzip the door of the tent. “Absolutely not.”

He slipped his shoes off and set them against the outer wall of the tent, beneath the long vestibule formed by the tent’s rain fly, then climbed in. Kevin followed right behind him and zipped the rain fly closed and then the tent door. Anders wasted no time attacking the buttons on Kevin’s shirt and getting him out of his clothes. He kissed Kevin gently and caressed the thick stacks of muscles on Kevin’s chest and shoulders. “Lie down?” Anders asked.

Kevin shifted a little and stretched out on his open sleeping bag. He folded his arms behind his head and smiled up at Anders. “Oh.” He sat up again and fished their supplies out of his pocket. “Nearly forgot.”

“I want to taste you first,” Anders whispered.

“I am totally up for that.” Kevin smiled. He shifted his hips from side to side, making his erect cock wiggle as evidence.

Anders chuckled. “Just…. Don’t touch my hair when I do, okay?”

Kevin’s smile faded and his expression became hard as rock. “You don’t have to, Anders. I don’t mind if we skip that part. Hell, we don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”

“No.” Anders shook his head. “I want to! I do! I just…. My ex was always aggressive in bed. I don’t mind aggressive when it comes to fucking, but…. Well, when I tried going down on him, he was
really
aggressive about it. I…. It freaks me out.”

“Anders….” Kevin sat up, wrapped his arms around Anders, and pulled him down onto the sleeping bag with him. He set Anders on top of him and tucked Anders’s head down against his chest. He wrapped his arms around Anders’s shoulders and held him close, his erection fading against Anders’s thigh. “I’m cold,” he said simply. “You make a nice blanket.”

“That came out wrong,” Anders insisted. He tried to sit up so he could get a better view of Kevin’s expression, but he had never really appreciated just how much stronger than him Kevin was. Kevin’s hold on him was like steel. “He wasn’t violent. He never forced me or anything….”

“Would you say he wasn’t forcing you back at Mountain Crossings?” Kevin growled.

“I know what that must have looked like.” Anders tried to sit up again. “But I was always willing….”

“Okay.”

“It wasn’t like he…. Wait, what? Okay?”

“Yes. Look, not everything always goes the way we want it to. I got the impression, back there at Mountain Crossings, that he was a manipulative asshole. I admit that I might have been a bit biased.”

“Even then?” Anders grinned.

“Yes, even then. But you held your ground, you stood up for yourself. So, if you say it wasn’t a big deal, then it wasn’t a big deal.”

Anders felt his stomach tighten. He was so used to having to explain things with Joel, so used to having to justify every preference or request in bed, that it was unsettling for someone to take his statements at face value. Especially when he was lying.

“If you really want to try giving me a blow job, I wouldn’t object. But I won’t be upset about it either way, so long as you help me stay warm tonight.”

Kevin finally loosened his arms. Anders propped himself up on his hands and stared down at him, still amazed at how such a mellow, easygoing personality could be hidden inside such a huge, muscular guy. Kevin folded his arms behind his head again.

Anders bent down and licked at Kevin’s collarbone. He licked his way down Kevin’s body, thrilled by the way the hard muscle moved and flexed under his hands. Kevin had an amazing body, complete with muscles seldom seen in long-distance hikers. If Anders had met him anywhere else, he would have taken one appreciative look at Kevin’s body, decided he had to be a straight jock who would never consider fooling around with him, and moved on. Anders licked his way down chiseled abs and stared up at the full length of the man beneath him, grinning like an idiot.

“What? What’s that look?”

Anders hesitated for a moment. “Just wondering how the hell I got so lucky.”

“Blame it on your ass. It’s too cute to resist.”

“My ass, hmm?” Anders slipped his hands under Kevin’s thighs, taking a buttcheek in each hand. “I think I prefer yours….” Anders glanced at Kevin’s hands, reassuring himself that they were still behind his head, and opened his mouth wide. He took the tip of Kevin’s cock into his mouth and licked around the head and slit until Kevin cursed and bucked his hips up.

The way Kevin’s body shifted and squirmed under him was so erotic Anders focused his efforts on making Kevin squirm more. He wrapped his left hand around the base of Kevin’s cock and took him as deep into his mouth as he could manage, then began to suck and stroke in time, moving in the same fast, unrelenting rhythm that they always seemed to fall into when Kevin fucked him. Kevin squirmed with the pleasure at first, but soon he became still and closed his eyes in concentration, and Anders knew he was close.

Within a few moments, Anders felt the muscles in Kevin’s thighs tighten around him. “Anders, stop!” Kevin hissed. Anders pulled away quickly, expecting him to shoot into his mouth or across his face. He’d had never liked to swallow before, and being covered in it after sucking Joel off had always felt degrading, but things felt different with Kevin. Kevin drew in a shuddering breath, but nothing else happened.

“Not close after all?”

“Not yet. I want to come with you,” Kevin whispered. “Lube,” he said, gesturing toward the small bottle on the tent floor beside them.

“Hang on a second,” Anders panted. Just hearing Kevin say that out loud had nearly pushed him over the edge by itself. He grabbed the lube and ripped the cap off. He squeezed the tube too hard and squirted half the contents onto his fingers. Huge globs of lube dripped off his hand and onto Kevin’s thigh.

Kevin bit back a squeal and jerked his leg up. “Cold!” he whimpered.

“Sorry, it’s hard to concentrate.” Anders coated his fingers and rubbed all the extra lube around Kevin’s entrance, then shoved one finger inside quickly. He was surprised by how much resistance there was. Kevin was very, very tight. He forced his finger inside to the first knuckle and felt around the tight ring blocking him. Once he pushed through it, his entire finger slid inside. Kevin’s ass seemed to swallow his finger. Anders wanted to bury his cock inside that suction. He added a second finger and a third, eagerly groping for Kevin’s prostate. When Kevin winced and tight muscles clamped down on his fingers, Anders froze. “Sorry…,” he said again.

“Don’t apologize.” Kevin laughed. He smiled down at Anders, his eyes half-closed.

Kevin took a deep breath, and Anders felt the vise around his fingers loosen. “That’s it, Kev,” Anders whispered. “Open up for me.” Kevin took another shuddering breath and visibly forced his body to relax. “That’s it….” Anders turned his fingers, groping blindly for the tiny spot that would transform Kevin’s slight pain into pleasure. The moment he felt it, Kevin surged up off the sleeping bag, eyes bulging.

“Right there?” he asked, smiling.

Kevin laughed as he dropped back down onto his back.

Anders had to stop. If he kept playing with Kevin, kept watching him arch against his fingers, Anders would finish before he ever got to actually fuck him. He slipped his fingers out and pushed Kevin’s knees up, exposing his ass. He lined himself up quickly and plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt, and stopped there, overwhelmed by the sticky heat engulfing him. “Holy fuck, you feel good.”

Kevin panted beneath him. Anders could feel Kevin’s muscles spasm beneath him, around him.

After a moment, Kevin managed to open his eyes. “If this is going to be as quick for you as it’s going to be for me, make it worthwhile,” he rasped.

Anders took that as his cue and pulled his hips back until the tip of his cock was almost out, then drove back in again. On the third thrust, Kevin came, splattering both of their chests. His ass closed around Anders cock and shattered his self-control. He started to come inside of Kevin, but thrust a few more times to draw out the orgasm.

His first thought, when he was capable of rational thought again, was to be embarrassed that he had lasted less than a minute. Despite how quick it was, the huge grin on Kevin’s face made him glow.

“Guess that was kind of pathetic,” Anders admitted.

“I’m not complaining,” Kevin said, still grinning. “Uh.” He looked up suddenly. “Except, we’ve got a problem.”

“We do?” Anders asked. He leaned down onto Kevin’s chest, burying his wilting cock deeper in Kevin’s dripping hole.

Kevin held the unopened condom up in his right hand. “Well, we definitely have a mess.”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry….”

“I generally play safe, and I tested negative last time. You?”

“No! Well, I don’t think so. I’ve always been safe. Well, except for this time. Apparently having the chance to actually fuck somebody else makes me brain-dead.”

Despite the look of euphoria on his face, Kevin narrowed his eyes. But as quickly as the indecipherable look crossed his face, it vanished again and was replaced by a sedate grin. “So, I make you lose your head?”

Anders wasn’t sure what to say. He knew he had already lost more than his head, as far as Kevin was concerned. He was beginning to dread the end of August, but not because classes would start and he would have to face his life again. He didn’t want to leave. He had started to imagine what it would be like to forget about law school, to stay on the trail with Kevin and follow him all the way to Maine. He slipped out of Kevin and realized just how big a mess they had made. He reached for a pack of wet wipes, rolled onto the sleeping bag beside Kevin and offered him a wipe, then began to clean himself up as well as he could manage.

“Honestly, looking at you makes me lose my head,” Anders admitted. “Fucking you is unreal. Still, I can do better.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Kevin said as he tossed the wipe aside and pulled Anders close. “Practice makes perfect.”

Anders dragged his sleeping bag over them both and snuggled close. Kevin wrapped his arms around Anders and closed his eyes, humming softly.

“Practice sounds good,” Anders agreed.

He knew it wouldn’t last. In ten weeks, he had to go back to Florida. Kevin wasn’t a stray cat he could persuade to follow him home. Things were better off that way. A professional drifter who tended to shave annually wouldn’t fit in his life in Jacksonville, no matter how much Anders might wish it was possible.

T
HEY
PASSED
through Harpers Ferry at the end of July, and Kevin was thrilled when Anders didn’t want to stop hiking. They had pressed on, Anders pushing them to at least fifteen miles each day, to cover as many miles as possible before classes were scheduled to start on August 25. They made good time, covering the huge flat stretch of the Appalachian Trail that snaked through Maryland and Pennsylvania, crossed the tiny stretch of trail that passed through New Jersey in a few days, and pressed on through the mountains of New York. Each night they camped far from the trail and the shelters, where they could enjoy each other in private. When they did pass through the popular shelters and hostels, there were always people asking if either of them had seen an Anders Blankenship from Florida. At one shelter, a Forest Service employee said that Anders’s brother had reported that he was missing and was worried about him. But from the ranger’s description, the man sounded more like Joel than anyone who could be related to Anders, so they’d just pressed on.

Each new state line made Anders giddy and sad at the same time, but as each day brought them closer to late August, the sadness seemed to linger. Connecticut brought harder climbing, and Kevin found himself getting out of breath during difficult sections of the trail. He was worried about that, but he didn’t say anything. Anders was having enough trouble facing the idea of going back to Florida, and Kevin wanted to help him cover as much of the trail as possible.