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“That’s right, Daddy,” Elio told him. “Want you hard and aching for your boy all day. Don’t want you thinking of anything else.”
As if James had thought of a single other thing since he arrived at the campground.
“Do you want that?”
James nodded. Crazily, joyously, he nodded. Each movement made his scalp sting, because Elio didn’t let go. It was perfect.
Suddenly Elio bucked forward, one hand flying to James’s shoulder as he cursed aloud. Hip bones crashed into James’s face as Elio settled into an urgent rhythm. James made his mouth into a tight O, letting Elio fuck into it.
Elio was moaning inarticulately now, sweat darkening his hair. He was gorgeous. Golden. A life-giving and merciless god of the sun.
His thrusts lost their pattern, and then James felt it, the tremor that rushed through Elio’s body as he shouted out his pleasure. Elio shook, mindlessly grabbing at any bit of James’s shoulders, before hunching over him, one arm on the tree, replete.
James shuddered in his own mirror of passion. Elio’s pleasure became his own. He kept suckling, licking and enjoying the last ragged movements that quaked through his sun god.
It took him a moment to realize that there wasn’t any semen, but he wasn’t sure he would have enjoyed the taste anyway. Elio was perfect.
Eventually, Elio pushed him away with a little whine, then pulled him back up and crushed him against the tree.
His back stung against the rough bark. It should have been horrible, but it just mingled with everything else. Elio’s weight against him, the rosy pain on the other side.
Elio didn’t even seem to be capable of speech, nuzzling into his shoulder and pulling James as close as possible. James certainly wasn’t going to complain. He wanted to be close, too. Wanted to breathe Elio in. Feel his racing heartbeat start to slow.
James was still hard, but it seemed… trivial. Far away. What they’d just done was, honestly, better than any time he’d actually come in the past—barring the last two days of course.
Elio tilted James’s head, capturing his mouth for a long, lazy kiss.
Even that made sparks go off inside him. Elio looked decadently debased, fully satisfied, and yet he was still so clearly in charge.
Today was different than that first night had been. James wasn’t delirious. It was more this duality, where he was wide awake and languorously sleepy all at once. Horny, and also content. And so joyful he couldn’t find words for it.
Standing there under the pine boughs, the weight of twenty years lifted from his shoulders. This was who he was meant to be.
He breathed in Elio’s scent, letting the fantasy play out.
James would come home each day. He would take care of his kids and his job, settling into a new home. And Elio would get his own amazing job and be his parenting partner and… and everything. Elio would take care of him, whether it was shoving him under a desk to suck him off, or… or… going with him to Mikey’s appointments to see if Adderall was right for him.
It was a beautiful dream, even if it was insane.
Elio kissed him again. Softer. Sweeter. “Ready to head back?” he murmured.
James shook his head. “Not yet.” He needed just a little bit longer to savor and dream.
Elio nuzzled into his neck. “Good. Me neither.”
It was too bad it was all just a fantasy.
Chapter 9
James
James picked at his dinner. It was a truly impressive spaghetti and meatballs, made not from jarred sauce but actual tomatoes and onions and herbs, and he’d watched Elio make it all over the fire. He was sitting beside Elio now at the De Luca family picnic table again. Mikey’s little face was smeared with sauce.
But James’s mind was on anything but food tonight.
Elio was leaving tomorrow afternoon, and James would be staying two more days with his kids.
And that left him… where?
