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They stripped and stepped into the tub together, the tarp crinkling and snapping beneath their feet. Dave poured some water over them both, then used a bar of soap to lather up Oliver, paying special attention to his armpits, groin, and ass. He handed the soap off and Oliver did the same for him, using a soapy hand to slowly stroke his hardened length.
“Damn, that feels good,” Dave said through a moan.
He used the rest of the jug to rinse them both, and they carefully stepped off the tarp onto the dirty tile floor.
“Dammit, I forgot towels,” Dave said as he ran his hands over himself to wipe off the water.
“Oh no, we might ruin the mattress,” Oliver said, and they both laughed.
Dave took him by the hand and led him out of the bathroom. They hurried across the damp carpeting in their bare feet, both of them making sounds of disgust before jumping onto the sheets covering the tarp over the mattress. The noises from the tarp caused them to look at each other and dissolve into laughter.
“You choose the most romantic places for us to vacation,” Dave said.
“Never a dull moment.”
“Yeah,” Dave said with a soft smile, “just the way I like it.”
He moved in close, walking on his knees, and pulled Oliver into an embrace. The familiar zings of attraction shot through Dave as his tongue entwined with Oliver’s. No one else he’d been with, man or woman, had triggered such a strong reaction in him. And he’d never been with someone as long as he’d been with Oliver. The past couple of years had made Dave excited to see what the future held for the two of them. He had no doubt Oliver was the one for him, and he thought Oliver felt the same. At least, he hoped he did. They’d been saying ‘I love you’ for a while now, but Dave still got nervous when he thought about proposing. What if he’d been missing some small signals Oliver had been putting out against marriage? Or what if this wasn’t a forever relationship for Oliver like it was for him?
Too many questions and way too many thoughts for him to be having at that moment. He cleared his mind and focused on the mounting intensity of their kisses, the softness of Oliver’s skin beneath his palms, the heat of Oliver’s palm as he took both their cocks in hand, side by side, and stroked.
“Oh, that’s good,” Dave said during an open-mouthed kiss.
“Yeah,” Oliver said, then kissed him hard and plunged his tongue into Dave’s mouth.
Dave felt sweat dripping down his forehead and along his back. The room was hot under the May sun, making them both perspire and filling the room with their combined scent. Even the smell of their fucking body odor was compatible for God’s sake.
Then Dave’s orgasm was rising, climbing higher as Oliver stroked them faster. Dave broke their kiss and tipped his head back, hands tight on Oliver’s shoulders. He cried out as he came, and Oliver finished seconds later with a gasp and a grunt. He rested his forehead against Dave’s chest and placed a kiss in the center as he caught his breath.
“I hope the Vixen liked the show,” Oliver said.
Dave laughed and put a finger under Oliver’s chin to lift his head so he could look into his eyes. “I love you, Oliver.”
Oliver’s smile was soft and dreamy. “I love you, too.”
Dave gave him a tender kiss, savoring the taste of him and the sweet, tingly feeling produced by the connection of their lips. He reluctantly pulled away and got off the bed, screwing up his face in disgust at the feel of the carpet beneath his feet as he hurried into the bathroom. Oliver joined him a few seconds later, complaining about the carpet, and they laughed and kissed as they cleaned up.
“How about we find somewhere to drive to for dinner?” Dave suggested. “Maybe there’s a store nearby where we can get some supplies and fresh batteries for the night?”
“That sounds perfect.” Oliver kissed him again before turning away to go hunt for clean clothes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Oliver couldn’t get a good cell signal until Dave had driven out onto the asphalt road. When he finally established a connection, he looked up nearby places to eat. A few miles down the road they came to a small diner with a bright green neon sign that read “Clyde’s”. A young and perky waitress told them to sit where they’d like, and Dave located a booth with an outlet just under the table to allow them to charge their phones.
A short time later, following a hearty dinner, Oliver didn’t think he’d ever been happier to use a public restroom, even one that needed a good cleaning like the one at Clyde’s. He returned to the booth in time to hear the waitress telling Dave about a general store not far away, and Oliver left her a sizable cash tip before they headed out.
The general store was small and cramped, with scuffed and dusty wood floors and shelves stacked with a variety of food and sundries. They grabbed a wire handbasket and walked the narrow aisles, grabbing extra batteries, a couple of larger and more powerful flashlights, fresh pairs of socks, a large can of bug repellent, and several containers of salt.
“Just in case,” Oliver said as he dropped a container of salt in the basket.
“You think that’s going to work against a ghost?”
“According to my research, it should.”
Dave closed one eye. “And by research, do you mean watching Supernatural?”
“No,” Oliver said, but the truth of the matter was he had watched a number of the Supernatural ghost episodes before they’d left Parson’s Hollow. And he’d double-checked a few ghost related websites after his viewings, just to be sure. He sighed and looked away. “Fine. Maybe I used the show as a first level of investigation.”
