Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,27

should shower.”

“Don’t want to. I like being filthy, reeking of your cum and sweat.”

“Go shower before I throw your slutty ass into the lake.”

I laughed and went to the bathroom. When I came back five minutes later, clean and dressed, Vincent had breakfast ready. I could get used to this.

12

His taste

Vincent

I had fucked Michael and used his body, but I’d never kissed him. I knew exactly why I was shying away from tasting his lips. If I kissed him, I couldn’t pretend anymore that this was just a game we played to kill the time.

I had no idea whether it was cabin fever or some sort of Stockholm syndrome for Michael. Either way, like the fool I was, I dreamed of the impossible. I wanted to keep him. However, even if Michael wanted me just as much, our relationship could never last outside this place. We were too different. Once the danger was over, he wouldn’t need me anymore.

So, I hadn’t kissed him. As if I could keep my heart intact. Yet, for the past three nights, he’d slept in my bed. He was asleep now, curled up in my embrace, his head tucked under my chin. I breathed in his scent, sweat and youth and the cheap shampoo I’d brought with us.

It didn’t matter anymore whether I’d kissed him or not. He paid me to keep him safe, but I wouldn’t be able to save myself.

He snuggled closer, sighing, and his hand ran up my side and around my back. Was he awake after all?

“Vincent,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, my boy?”

“Why don’t you ever sleep?”

“I do sleep.”

“What’s the time?”

“Two.”

He clutched me closer, growing hard against my hip.

“Daddy…” he whined softly.

“You can touch me, boy.” I rolled onto my back.

Slowly, he crawled down my body. He nuzzled my skin as he went, kissed my sternum, and dragged his parted lips through the graying hair on my chest. How would it feel for him? We were so different. Would the contrast between my rough, hairy, aging body and his smooth, lithe form make him as aroused as me…? My mouth watered as he kissed down my belly. I wanted to taste him too.

“Wait. Turn around, ass to me.”

He obeyed and straddled my face. I stuffed both pillows under my head and shoulders so I could reach him comfortably despite our height difference. Then I took his slender cock into my mouth and pushed a spit-slick finger into his ass while he deep throated me, moaning around the invasion. I massaged his gland from the inside and his perineum from the outside, all the while suckling on his cockhead.

We came almost at the same time.

He flipped around and clung to me again. I held his beautiful young face between my hands and stared at his reddened lips. I couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed, breaking my last meager barrier. I kissed him, the rest of his and my cum mixing in our mouths. He swallowed eagerly and opened for me again. Underneath the taste of cock was the flavor of his lips and tongue, a little stale with sleep, and so uniquely him… With a groan, I wrapped myself around him and crushed him to me, pushing into his mouth, dueling with his tongue, and he let me devour him.

Deep kisses turned into gentle pecks and nibbles, and he hummed, his hands roaming my shoulders and neck, fingers tangling in my beard.

“You taste so good,” he whispered against my lips. “Please kiss me more.”

He’d asked me to fuck him, to beat him up and use him. He’d asked me to stretch his hole and hurt him. But this…

Please kiss me more.

I kissed him again and again, on his lips, the corners of his mouth, then trailed wet, openmouthed kisses all over his face, his temples, his eyebrows, his nose, his chin…

He fell back asleep, glued to my side, like he needed me to breathe.

13

I love it when it hurts

Michael

I liked going running with Vincent. It made me buzz with energy and kept my fickle mood manageable for the whole day. I would’ve gone every day, but I guessed he needed some time alone as well, so I only joined him every other day.

This morning, I jogged first, Vincent a few steps behind me. Was he checking out my ass? I smirked at him over my shoulder and tapped my butt with my fingertips for his benefit.

“Eyes on the trail, boy.”

I laughed.

We ran along the lake, the same route over and over—Vincent didn’t want me