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    He had to let Chip know. "Love your mouth."
    Chip's tongue worked his shaft in reply, moving constantly against his skin. His balls began to ache, drawing up against his body. Chip eased them down into their sacs, backing him off the edge.
    "Chip. Fuck." He dropped his head back, swallowing hard. God, those fingers promised to drive him mad.
    He spread his legs wider, hips humping with his need. Chip's fingers stroked his hole, teased him, played. He couldn't believe they were doing this out in the great outdoors. He wasn't about to stop Chip, though. No, quite the opposite, he wanted this more than anything else right now. The sun was shining on him, the breeze on his hot cheeks.
    He slid his fingers over Chip's face, over Chip's head, moans coming from him. Chip circled his hole, teased, touched, driving him crazy.
    "Oh fuck. Gonna make me come," he warned.
    Chip lifted his head, grinned. "That's the point, beautiful." Then Chip sucked Went in, pulled hard, tapping his hole.
    Crying out, his voice echoing in the trees, Went came, pouring himself into Chip. So decadent. This whole thing was so goddamn decadent.
    Panting, he kept touching Chip, fingers tracing the gorgeous features. His cock was cleaned, the touch almost painfully gentle.
    "What can I do for you, Chip?"
    "Offer to fuck me again when we get down the hill?"
    "Hell, yes, I will. Over the back of the car, in your bed, wherever you want."
    "Oooh. Choices!" Chip's joy made him laugh, hard and loud.
    He brought their mouths together, spilling his laughter into Chip's mouth. Thank God his assistant had chosen this amazing place for his vacation.
    "Do I get a few minutes recovery time before we're back to massive exercise?" He totally didn't want to have to worry about hiking just now.
    "Absolutely. We've got time."
    "Cool. You left me kind of melty here." He liked it, liked feeling lazy and good and not having to go anywhere or do anything.
    He liked Chip. A fucking lot. Maybe more than a lot.

Chapter 5
     
    Eight days. Eight amazing days of hiking and hot tubbing. Laughing and dancing late at night. Making love for hours. It had been incredible. Chip was going to miss Went like a missing limb.
    "Honey, can I ask you something?"
    Chip nodded, grinning over a huge piece of chocolate cake. "Sure, beautiful."
    "Did you lose your job at the restaurant?"
    Chip cracked up, shook his head. "My job. Oh, love. I own that restaurant. I wait tables for petty cash and fun."
    Went blinked at him. Then blinked again. "You own it?"
    "Yep. The condos and the restaurant. Oh, and the convenience store."
    "So half the area..." Went looked a little poleaxed. "From when you sold your business after your heart attack."
    No flies on his beautiful.
    Still, he had to point out, "Not half. No way."
    "A good chunk, then." Went chuckled, shook his head. "Do people know?"
    He shrugged. "I have no idea. Does it matter?"
    "Not really. I was just curious." Went stole a forkful of his cake.
    "Cake thief!" He cackled, and they played for a second, fork fighting.
    Went finally grabbed a chunk with his fingers and pressed it against Chip's lips. He opened his lips, snapped the bite from Went's fingers.
    "Hey!" Yanking his hand away, Went laughed. "Careful."
    "Like I'd hurt you." He reached out, slid his hand over Went's thigh. "Gonna miss you, beautiful."
    "Yeah." Went wrapped a hand around his. "I'm gonna miss you, too. I wish... Well, you know."
    "I do." He held on, fighting the urge to sigh.
    Went's eyes were sad for a moment, then he leaned and pressed their lips together. Chip held Went's gaze, fingers squeezing tight.
    I love you.
    He couldn't say it out loud, not with Went leaving in the morning.
    Went squeezed back, deepening the kiss and groaning into his mouth. Pushing the cake out of the way, Chip focused on that needy mouth. Shoving back from the table, Went tugged at him.
    "Want." He moved, covering Went's body with his own.
    "Uh-huh, all the time." Hands sliding over his shoulders,