burned head to toe. His throat dried so fast he couldn’t speak. His cock strained against his zipper and made the water bottle jump. Then their fingers linked, and their hands clasped and tightened.
“Oh fuck,” Calum whispered.
It was as if they’d been welded together, and while their entwined hands didn’t shift, to Jasper’s astonishment, his other hand let go of the bottle and rose to slide up Calum’s forearm. It was Jasper’s hand that crept to the damp hair at the nape of Calum’s neck, Jasper’s hand that tugged Calum nearer. Their faces were so close they breathed each other’s air. Calum brought his free hand to the back of Jasper’s neck, and when Jasper slid his fingers into Calum’s hair to press into his scalp, Calum did the same to him.
Their other hands unlinked as if by mutual consent, and as Calum lifted his fingers to Jasper’s face and stroked his chin with his thumb, Jasper’s palm settled over Calum’s chest. Then their lips were together and Jasper wasn’t sure who’d moved first, nor did he care. Their kiss was wet and open, tongues tangling as the sound of their ragged groans filled the air. Calum’s tongue teased his while his fingers twisted harder in Jasper’s hair, urging him closer.
The first deep thrust of Calum’s tongue surprised him.
Calum pulled away, muttered, “Oh God, you taste good,” and then he kissed him again.
Jasper curled his tongue under Calum’s, exploring his mouth, but a gentle kiss grew rougher by the second. Deeper and harder lunges as they dueled, each fighting for control and then they were on their feet, bodies plastered together, hands on backs, on butts, on necks as they staggered around and writhed and humped and fucked each other’s mouths until they couldn’t breathe.
They came up for air like kids in a swimming pool competing over who could stay under longest. They gasped and laughed, wanting to do it all over again. Jasper’s senses were consumed by need. Damp mouth, hot tongue, strong hands—if his cock could have moaned, it would have.
Calum’s breathing rasped in his ear. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Jasper panted into Calum’s neck. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Then they went at it again, kissing, groping, grinding their hips together until it almost hurt. Calum’s fingers tugged at Jasper’s shirt until it came out of his pants. A warm hand slid onto his lower back and tingles raced up Jasper’s spine. Roughened fingertips wormed their way into the back of his chinos, and pressure spiraled from Jasper’s balls to set fire to his belly. Calum groaned into Jasper’s mouth as he squeezed one of his butt cheeks, his thumb sliding into the crease. He rocked his cock against Jasper’s and they bucked and rutted as if there were no clothes between them.
Vaguely, somewhere in Jasper’s head, buried under a mountain of greedy lust, he knew they ought to slow down, take their time, at least make sure no one but the horses watched, but it was as though he’d stepped onto a speeding train with no way off until the destination was reached. And if Jasper was going to come in his pants, he was determined not to be the only one. He pushed his hand between their excited hips and while his cock rubbed one side of Calum’s dick, his hand pressed against the other.
Calum gasped into his mouth. “We can’t go back with wet patches on our jeans, and if you keep doing that with your hand, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Don’t want to stop,” Jasper panted.
He found the head of Calum’s cock and rubbed his finger over the denim.
“Jesus,” Calum gasped and grabbed Jasper’s hand.
“I want to suck you off,” Jasper blurted.
Calum jerked away and backed up a few steps, but the look in his eyes told Jasper he wasn’t running far. Jasper’s pulse kicked up a notch. Calum ran his tongue over his lower lip and then reached for his belt. But before he touched it, he straightened and looked around.
“Fuck it,” he
“Oh fuck,” Calum whispered.
It was as if they’d been welded together, and while their entwined hands didn’t shift, to Jasper’s astonishment, his other hand let go of the bottle and rose to slide up Calum’s forearm. It was Jasper’s hand that crept to the damp hair at the nape of Calum’s neck, Jasper’s hand that tugged Calum nearer. Their faces were so close they breathed each other’s air. Calum brought his free hand to the back of Jasper’s neck, and when Jasper slid his fingers into Calum’s hair to press into his scalp, Calum did the same to him.
Their other hands unlinked as if by mutual consent, and as Calum lifted his fingers to Jasper’s face and stroked his chin with his thumb, Jasper’s palm settled over Calum’s chest. Then their lips were together and Jasper wasn’t sure who’d moved first, nor did he care. Their kiss was wet and open, tongues tangling as the sound of their ragged groans filled the air. Calum’s tongue teased his while his fingers twisted harder in Jasper’s hair, urging him closer.
The first deep thrust of Calum’s tongue surprised him.
Calum pulled away, muttered, “Oh God, you taste good,” and then he kissed him again.
Jasper curled his tongue under Calum’s, exploring his mouth, but a gentle kiss grew rougher by the second. Deeper and harder lunges as they dueled, each fighting for control and then they were on their feet, bodies plastered together, hands on backs, on butts, on necks as they staggered around and writhed and humped and fucked each other’s mouths until they couldn’t breathe.
They came up for air like kids in a swimming pool competing over who could stay under longest. They gasped and laughed, wanting to do it all over again. Jasper’s senses were consumed by need. Damp mouth, hot tongue, strong hands—if his cock could have moaned, it would have.
Calum’s breathing rasped in his ear. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Jasper panted into Calum’s neck. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Then they went at it again, kissing, groping, grinding their hips together until it almost hurt. Calum’s fingers tugged at Jasper’s shirt until it came out of his pants. A warm hand slid onto his lower back and tingles raced up Jasper’s spine. Roughened fingertips wormed their way into the back of his chinos, and pressure spiraled from Jasper’s balls to set fire to his belly. Calum groaned into Jasper’s mouth as he squeezed one of his butt cheeks, his thumb sliding into the crease. He rocked his cock against Jasper’s and they bucked and rutted as if there were no clothes between them.
Vaguely, somewhere in Jasper’s head, buried under a mountain of greedy lust, he knew they ought to slow down, take their time, at least make sure no one but the horses watched, but it was as though he’d stepped onto a speeding train with no way off until the destination was reached. And if Jasper was going to come in his pants, he was determined not to be the only one. He pushed his hand between their excited hips and while his cock rubbed one side of Calum’s dick, his hand pressed against the other.
Calum gasped into his mouth. “We can’t go back with wet patches on our jeans, and if you keep doing that with your hand, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Don’t want to stop,” Jasper panted.
He found the head of Calum’s cock and rubbed his finger over the denim.
“Jesus,” Calum gasped and grabbed Jasper’s hand.
“I want to suck you off,” Jasper blurted.
Calum jerked away and backed up a few steps, but the look in his eyes told Jasper he wasn’t running far. Jasper’s pulse kicked up a notch. Calum ran his tongue over his lower lip and then reached for his belt. But before he touched it, he straightened and looked around.
“Fuck it,” he
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