"How bad would that have sucked?"
"I imagine you wouldn't have given a shit at that point." Went's arms wrapped around him, tugged him against the strong body in a hug. "I'd hate to have missed meeting this you."
He flipped over, straddled Went's thighs. "You're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in eons."
"Ditto. I love my work, but I guess I'm beginning to wonder if I need more." Went's fingers traced his features, gaze following.
"Work is fine, but it's not living, hmm?"
"No." Went shook his head. "But if I say that, then I have no life."
"We'll have to discover one for you, hmm? Try to?" Was that too much?
"I'm open to discovery with you."
"Rock on." He rubbed noses with Went.
Chuckling, Went rubbed back, then tilted, stealing a kiss.
Chip didn't know how long he'd have Went here, but he knew he was going to do his best to make it the best vacation ever.
Went's hands slid along his back, right to his ass. Squeezing, Went tugged him closer, the water slapping gently at the sides of his tub.
"Happy vacation, beautiful."
He got an almost peaceful smile and their bodies started to move together, making that water threaten the lip of the tub.
And if it spilled? Well, hell, he had lots of towels.
Chapter 4
The view was amazing, Went would admit that. Whether it was the bigger view of the mountains or the more immediate view of Chip's ass on the trail ahead of him. At the moment that was about all the good he could say about this hiking thing.
He was hot--crazy hot--he had scratches from branches. There were bug bites. His leg muscles were beginning to protest mightily and his heart was beating like it was going to jump out of his chest. Fuck.
"You ready for a sandwich and some water, beautiful?" Chip hadn't even broken a sweat.
He didn't hesitate for a second before jumping at a break. "Yes." He didn't even care about the sandwich. He wanted that water. He stopped and dropped his pack immediately.
Chip handed over a bottle of water, then pulled out a pair of low camp chairs, a tiny folding table.
"Dude. You've got a whole fucking campsite in that pack." He'd started saying dude this morning, by accident. It fit Chip, though.
"I totally do. I didn't bring the tent this time, though."
Laughing, Went collapsed into one of the chairs and chugged back half the water. "You didn't tell me we were doing the hard trail."
"Be grateful there's a trail, beautiful."
He shot Chip a look, but Chip looked deadly serious.
Chip pulled out sandwiches and some delicious-looking cookies and Went decided he was hungry after all. Now that he'd been sitting for a bit and had some water, he was feeling better.
"We're in no hurry, going nowhere in particular, so we can sit as long as we want, enjoy the view."
"Good, good. I think I'd like to enjoy the view for a while." He smiled at Chip, hoping Chip realized he was talking about Chip as much as if not more than the nature all around them.
"Sure. It takes a little bit to get used to the altitude, you know."
"Oh yeah? I thought I was just in shit shape." He felt better, hearing that, though.
"You have to give yourself time to adjust."
"Good to know." His heart finally stopped feeling like it was going to explode and he figured he was going to live.
"Want a cookie?" Chip asked.
"Dessert first, huh?" He nodded. "Yes. Please. Dessert first sounds like a great idea."
"Oatmeal or chocolate chip?"
"Oh, hell, I want one of each." He was here on vacation and, besides, you only lived once, right.
Chip laughed, the merry sound filling the air and he got two cookies and a happy kiss. God, Chip made him feel good. He ate the oatmeal cookie first.
Chip was stretched out, leaning back in the sunshine. Damn, but the man did it for him deep down inside, made him feel all warm and gooey inside. Crazy.
"Where are we headed from here?" he asked, actually feeling like he might live through more hiking.
"It depends. If we head up, there's a neat overlook where you can
"I imagine you wouldn't have given a shit at that point." Went's arms wrapped around him, tugged him against the strong body in a hug. "I'd hate to have missed meeting this you."
He flipped over, straddled Went's thighs. "You're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in eons."
"Ditto. I love my work, but I guess I'm beginning to wonder if I need more." Went's fingers traced his features, gaze following.
"Work is fine, but it's not living, hmm?"
"No." Went shook his head. "But if I say that, then I have no life."
"We'll have to discover one for you, hmm? Try to?" Was that too much?
"I'm open to discovery with you."
"Rock on." He rubbed noses with Went.
Chuckling, Went rubbed back, then tilted, stealing a kiss.
Chip didn't know how long he'd have Went here, but he knew he was going to do his best to make it the best vacation ever.
Went's hands slid along his back, right to his ass. Squeezing, Went tugged him closer, the water slapping gently at the sides of his tub.
"Happy vacation, beautiful."
He got an almost peaceful smile and their bodies started to move together, making that water threaten the lip of the tub.
And if it spilled? Well, hell, he had lots of towels.
Chapter 4
The view was amazing, Went would admit that. Whether it was the bigger view of the mountains or the more immediate view of Chip's ass on the trail ahead of him. At the moment that was about all the good he could say about this hiking thing.
He was hot--crazy hot--he had scratches from branches. There were bug bites. His leg muscles were beginning to protest mightily and his heart was beating like it was going to jump out of his chest. Fuck.
"You ready for a sandwich and some water, beautiful?" Chip hadn't even broken a sweat.
He didn't hesitate for a second before jumping at a break. "Yes." He didn't even care about the sandwich. He wanted that water. He stopped and dropped his pack immediately.
Chip handed over a bottle of water, then pulled out a pair of low camp chairs, a tiny folding table.
"Dude. You've got a whole fucking campsite in that pack." He'd started saying dude this morning, by accident. It fit Chip, though.
"I totally do. I didn't bring the tent this time, though."
Laughing, Went collapsed into one of the chairs and chugged back half the water. "You didn't tell me we were doing the hard trail."
"Be grateful there's a trail, beautiful."
He shot Chip a look, but Chip looked deadly serious.
Chip pulled out sandwiches and some delicious-looking cookies and Went decided he was hungry after all. Now that he'd been sitting for a bit and had some water, he was feeling better.
"We're in no hurry, going nowhere in particular, so we can sit as long as we want, enjoy the view."
"Good, good. I think I'd like to enjoy the view for a while." He smiled at Chip, hoping Chip realized he was talking about Chip as much as if not more than the nature all around them.
"Sure. It takes a little bit to get used to the altitude, you know."
"Oh yeah? I thought I was just in shit shape." He felt better, hearing that, though.
"You have to give yourself time to adjust."
"Good to know." His heart finally stopped feeling like it was going to explode and he figured he was going to live.
"Want a cookie?" Chip asked.
"Dessert first, huh?" He nodded. "Yes. Please. Dessert first sounds like a great idea."
"Oatmeal or chocolate chip?"
"Oh, hell, I want one of each." He was here on vacation and, besides, you only lived once, right.
Chip laughed, the merry sound filling the air and he got two cookies and a happy kiss. God, Chip made him feel good. He ate the oatmeal cookie first.
Chip was stretched out, leaning back in the sunshine. Damn, but the man did it for him deep down inside, made him feel all warm and gooey inside. Crazy.
"Where are we headed from here?" he asked, actually feeling like he might live through more hiking.
"It depends. If we head up, there's a neat overlook where you can
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