“LeRoy, Illinois. This could be the most wacked out plan you have ever put into motion.” “I think it’s going to be fun. Quit being so pessimistic. We’re going to be alone for days. No phones, no email, no impromptu interviews and appearance. Just us.” “That’s what scares me. We’re in the middle of the fucking sticks.” JC laughed and slowed down as he saw the horse trail sign ahead of the car. He turned the corner, pulling his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head as the trees shadowed the sun. He squinted, trying to make out the park signs. Justin looked at him, brow furrowed, “You do know where we’re going, right?” JC glanced at him briefly, “Yeah. Mostly. It’s just our campsite doesn’t have a name.” “It doesn’t have a name?” “Well, it does. It’s Tall Timber. But the name isn’t posted anywhere. It’s right before Tanglewood and it’s after the curve for Catfish Bay. It’s the most primitive campground out here. We have to walk the main trail and then we branch off on Timberline Ridge Trail to get to number six.” “Number six?” “Our campsite. It’s number six.” “I still think this is completely insane.” “You would. It’s going to suck if you don’t knock it off. And besides, this is by far the cheapest vacation we have ever had. Where else can you stay for six bucks a night.” “Six bucks a night, yeah. First of all, you’ve already laid down about a grand on all the stuff you bought yesterday. And second, I don’t remember ever having to pack the entire Camping and Fishing Department in the back of my truck to go anywhere for a few days.” “If you don’t want to do this, tell me now. Because there is no way in hell I’m lugging all this stuff through the woods for a forty-five minute hike to have you bitch at me all the whole time we’re here. No way. I’m not going to be miserable the for the few days we both have off to spend time together.” Justin had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry. No, really. No more bitching.” JC looked at him. “Unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’ll try to be good. Really, I will.” “I hope so. We’re here.” They reached the campsite with relative ease. JC was amazed Justin hadn’t complained more. He reached into his pocket fingering the ear plugs, just in case he needed them later. “You made sure we got everything, right?” JC nodded, squatting down. “We can always go back to the car if not.” “You want me to help you set up the tent?” JC looked down at the tent and shook his head. “Why don’t you organize everything else? You can set up the campsite and I’ll get the tent.” Justin nodded, hefting the food cooler next to the picnic table as JC got to work on the tent. The cooler filed with drinks went next to the food and Justin scratched his neck. “C?” JC looked up, the tent spread out at his feet. “Yeah?” “I don’t know what exactly I’m supposed to do?” “Set up the campsite, Justin.” “Yeah, but I’ll probably do it the wrong way. And I know you’re going to have some sort of system and I’m going to do everything wrong and you’ll spend the next two hours yelling at me while you fix everything I fucked up. So wouldn’t it be better if I just sit here? Then, you can set up everything according to your blueprint schematic and we’ll both be happy.” JC looked amused. “You’re getting really good at weaseling your way out of shit.” Justin grinned, grabbing a bottle of water out of the cooler and settling himself on the picnic table. “All part of my charm.” The next two hours passed by fairly quickly and quietly. JC looked around, impressed with himself and the job he had done. “I’m mostly done, I think. You want to blow up the air mattress and I’ll fix us something to eat?” Justin nodded, pulling himself out of one of the folding chairs they had brought. “How am I supposed to blow this up, man?” JC rolled his eyes as he put the hamburger back in the cooler. “Use the air pump, dipshit.” “Well, I would if I could find it, dipshit.” “It should be right there.” “You want to look? It’s not here.” JC shrugged, “We must have forgot it. Just start blowing it up. It shouldn’t take to long to do by mouth.” “Wait a minute, you’re telling me you brought enough shit that we practically had to use a forklift to get it all out here and you forgot the air pump?” “Yep.” “You’ve got to be kidding me?” “Bitching about it isn’t going to blow it up any faster. So start blowing, windy.” “You do it.” “I’ve got raw meat all over my hands. I’m in the middle of fixing your dinner. Blow up the fucking air mattress.” “Bastard.” *~*~* Later, after dinner was cleaned up, both men sat in chairs by the fire, beers in hand. “I still can’t believe this was your idea for vacation. How long are we staying out here?” “Only three days, Justin.” “It’s freezing out here. Why couldn’t we rent a cabin?” “Because I thought it would be more fun to camp out.” “In freaking October?” “Justin, all the kids are back in school, the holidays are over, this was the best time to come out here. And I brought extra blankets, so calm down.” “Now that you mention it, I’m kind of tired.” “I didn’t mention it.” “I’m still tired.” “I think it was all the driving.” “I’m going to bed. You coming?” “Yeah, let me put out the fire first. Take your shoes off when you get in the tent.” “Will do.” *~*~* JC smirked entering the backroom of the three room tent. “You might want to put on some clothes. Sweats preferably. You’re going to freeze your ass off in your man panties.” “You couldn’t have brought a space heater? And quit calling them that.” “I’m going to make you sleep somewhere else.” “No you won’t. Not after you put all this work into making this tent a little love nest for the two of us.” “You’re cracked. Scoot over, I’m going to read for a little while.” Justin bounced himself to one side and watched JC lay down. “You don’t want to have sex?” JC flattened the covers over his lap, leaning against the pillows as he adjusted his book. “Not particularly.” “Are you feeling okay?” JC smothered a laugh, “I’m fine.” Justin propped himself on an elbow, rolling to his side. “Are you sure? You never turn me down for sex.” “Sleep tonight, Justin. Sex later.” *~*~* JC felt a hand push against his shoulder and groaned. “JC?” “What Justin? I’m sleeping.” “I’ve got to pee.” “So pee. Leave me alone.” “I’m not going to walk all the way up to the bathroom. It’s pitch black out here.” “So go find a tree behind the tent.” “I’m not going out there by myself. It’s dark, C.” JC groaned again and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. “You’re really going to make me go with you? Fifteen steps outside of the tent?” “You can hold the flashlight,” Justin replied, already off the air mattress. JC swore, trying to stand up. “You need a flashlight to pee?” “Will you shut up and come on? I’m going to pee all over myself.” JC reached for the flashlight, clicking it on and flinching at the light. They walked to the front of the tent, shaking out their shoes before slipping them on. Justin unzipped the tent, standing to the side and waiting for JC to step out first. “You’re such a baby.” “I’ve still got to pee.” JC walked them behind the tent and pointed the flashlight toward the ground. “So pee.” Justin undid the drawstring on his sweats, lowering them and sighing in relief. He had barely finished when he turned to JC. “What was that?” “What?” “That noise?” “The wind or something. Pull your pants up and lets go. I’m tired.” “That wasn’t the wind.” “Fuck Justin.” JC moved the flashlight around on the ground, laughing when he saw the source of the noise. “It’s a snake.” Justin let out a yelp, stumbling and falling backwards, bare ass hitting the dirt. “Kill it.” “I’m not going to kill it, Justin. It’s tiny. It’s like a worm with a complex or something.” He reached down, grabbing Justin’s arm and pulling him up. “It’s hissing at us. Kill it.” JC laughed, brushing the dirt of Justin’s ass and pulling his sweats back up to his waist. It was hissing at them. The tiny little snake that couldn’t have been more than five inches tall, standing in a little S, ready to attack. “He’s harmless, Justin. Probably mad because you peed on him.” “Don’t move. Maybe it won’t do anything.” “You can have a standoff with your little Napoleon worm for as long as you want. I’m going back to the tent.” “You can’t leave me.” “Well, I’m sure as shit not going to stay out here.” “I’m not walking back to that tent. I’m not moving. What if I step on something?. A bigger something.” “Guess you’re screwed because I’m not carrying you. And I’m going back to bed.” JC turned around and started walking back to the tent. “JC!” JC turned around at the yell, pointing the flashlight at Justin and laughing when he saw Justin hopping toward him. “You’re so whacked. Hurry up.” *~*~* Justin awoke with a groan, rolling over and taking the covers with him. Ten minutes later he was stumbling out of the tent, blanket still wrapped firmly around his shoulders. “What in the hell are you doing to make all that Godforsaken racket?” “I’m putting up the tarp over the tent.” “What the fuck for?” “We’re lucky it didn’t rain last night. The tent isn’t completely waterproof. I don’t think any of them are. But this way, if it rains the water will run off the tarp.” “My genius boyfriend.” “You know what I think we should do?” Justin raised an eyebrow, pulling the blanket a little tighter. “What?” “After breakfast, we should go for a walk around the lake.” “I knew you were going to say something like that.” “It’ll be fun.” “Bastard.” *~*~* “A freaking hike through the woods. This was your great ‘fun’ idea?” “If you would just shut up for two seconds and fucking commune with nature, it would be relaxing.” “Whatever. Goddamn trees and bugs, wild animals and shit. So help me God, if I see another snake I’m going to kick your-,” Justin didn’t get a chance to finish. His shoe connected with a tree root and he went head over heels. He smacked into a Dogwood tree and rolled about fifteen feet down the hill. And straight into the water. JC bent over, clutched his waist and laughed. He tried to sober up, scaling down the hill and wading knee deep into the water. He grabbed Justin, who was sputtering and completely drenched. “Are you okay?” “Oh yeah. I’m great. That was just buckets of fun. Lets come back tomorrow and do it again.” Justin’s glare could have leveled all the trees. JC tried to hide his smile, pulling Justin toward him. “Sorry, really. No jokes. Are you okay? Do you think you hurt anything?” “I think I hurt everything.” They climbed back up the hill, JC pushing Justin from behind. “I wish you could have seen yourself. I wish I would have videotaped that.” “I wish you would shut the hell up.” JC grinned at Justin’s back. “Lets make it back to the campsite. We can get you into some dry clothes and check you over. Make sure you didn’t really hurt yourself.” “Whoo. I can’t wait.” *~*~* “You want to go fishing tonight?” “No, I’m not kidding. I’m bored.” Justin was curled on his side, an open book laying next to him on the air mattress. “What part of ‘fell down a hill into a lake today,’ aren’t you getting?” “Come on. It’s getting dark, dinner is done, we really haven’t done a lot since we’ve been here. I had a whole list of things we could do.” “Like what?” “Swimming.” “It’s October, dork.” “Horseback riding.” “One life threatening fall is all I need per trip, thanks.” “Fishing.” “Fishing involves like, slimy worms and hooks and shit.” “No worms. I brought stink bait.” “I don’t want to go, C.” No way. Besides, that shit is called stink bait for a reason. No way am I going to spend the rest of the time here smelling like ass.” “We have a shower, Justin. That big bag that’s been hanging in the sun all day, it’s insulated and full of water. And we have soap and shampoo, so it’s not like we can’t get cleaned up after we’re done. You won’t smell at all. At least, anymore that you do now.” “Bite me.” “Come on. I’ll get the stuff and you get ready.” JC was out of the tent before Justin could respond. *~*~* “I’m not catching anything.” “It’s only been an hour, Justin. Give it some time.” Justin sighed, reeling in his line. “I need more stink bait. Stink bait me?” JC set his pole next to him on the ground and grabbed the end of Justin’s line. He tried to stop grinding his teeth as he adjusted it. Glancing up, he forced a smile at Justin. “Better now?” Justin smiled, big and toothy, casting his line. JC picked his fishing pole back up, thankful for the silence. It only lasted a few minutes and JC hung his head. “If you don’t shut up for ten minutes you’re going to end up with a face full of stink bait. I swear to God, Justin.” “No, JC. I think I got something.” “Reel it in.” Justin’s face was a mask of concentration as he reeled in his line. He broke into a grin and let a small noise escape his through when his line cleared the water. “I caught something.” “You caught something.” Justin held the fish in the air by the line and looked between it and JC. “What is it?” “Crappie.” Justin looked indignant. “Hey, I may not be some expert fisherman, but at least I caught something. Mr. No Fish.” “No. Good Lord, Justin. The type of fish. The name. It’s a Crappie.” “Oh. Okay then. Take it off the hook and let it go, will you?” “Justin, you can do it yourself.” “Yeah, but this whole fishing thing was your idea.” A few hour later Justin turned to JC. “I can’t believe I’ve caught six fish.” “I know, you’re doing really well.” “Yeah. The bugs are eating me alive, though.” “Did you put on enough spray?” “What spray?” The spray I sat out for you. The bug spray, Justin.” “No. I didn’t see it. Did you bring any with you?” “No, I left it back at the campsite. I though you had used it.” “I didn’t. And the mosquitos are feasting on me.” “I think you’ll be okay.” “What if I get West Nile? Do you really want that on your conscience?” “Justin.” “Can we please go? Please? I don’t want to fish anymore.” “You’re such a baby?” “West Nile, Jace. Death.” “Oh my God.” *~*~* “Oh, that feels good.” JC dabbed more of the calamine lotion on to Justin’s back. They were both showered and fresh after their short fishing trip and back in the tent. “You hungry?” “A little bit. It’s getting late, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but I’m kind of hungry too. We can make some hotdogs. Sound good?” “Sure.” “Okay. Get dressed and I’ll go start them.” Justin took his time redressing, hoping JC would make a hotdog for him. Justin sucked with open fires. He smiled at JC as he slipped on his shoes and stepped out of the large tent. “You made mine for me.” “Yeah, figured you would bitch at me if I didn’t.” “You’re right. This looks good.” Justin picked up his paper plate out of his lawn chair and looked around. “I’m not eating out here though.” JC finished putting mustard on his hotdog and put it away. “Why, afraid something is going to fall out of the tree?” “No. But we’ve got a whole room in the tent with chairs where there aren’t any bugs.” “Yeah. And we’ve got a fire out here. We can do smores when we finish eating. Sit down.” Justin grumbled under his breath, but sat down in the chair. “So, this has been fun.” JC laughed, sitting down. “You’ve done nothing but bitch the entire time we’ve been here. How can you possibly say this has been fun?” “Because we’ve been together,” Justin replied, around a mouthful of hotdog. His mouth lifted up at the corners. “You are the cheesiest person alive.” JC bent down, kissing Justin’s smiling mouth lightly. “Okay, could you possibly not kiss me when I’ve got a mouthful of food.” JC gave Justin a look. “What? I could choke and die. Then where would you be?” “Where there’s a lot less bitching?” “You’re an asshole.” JC smiled. “Should I be worried about you and your death fixation?” “I can’t help it if you keep putting me in life threatening positions.” “I don’t call falling down a hill life threatening.” “It was a big hill.” “Okay, new subject now. I was thinking we should check out the pound when we got home.” “For what?” “A kid, Justin. I hear they’ve got a great selection. I’m talking about getting a dog, you dumbass.” “We’ve already got dogs.” “I know, but I was thinking maybe we could get another one.” “If you want a dog, get a dog. I want smores.” “I want sex.” “I’ll meet you in the tent.” *~*~* “I’ve never had sex in the woods.” “I’ve never had sex with you without a running commentary.” Justin grinned, sliding his hands under the back of JC sweatshirt. “Well, I am good for some things.” “God.” JC pushed his hips into Justin, smiling at the groan he received. “Naked.” “I am naked.” “I know, you took all the fun out of me undressing you. But I was talking about me.” “Oh. Okay.” Justin busied himself, his hands sliding between their bodies to the buttons on JC’s jeans. He moaned, neck arching as JC’s tongue traced his jugular. “Tastes so good.” “Mmm, I know.” “Lick yourself often, do you?” “Do most people talk like this during sex? Does this constitute as pillow talk?” “Shut up.” “Yep.” JC leaned up, pulling his shirt off in one quick motion. Justin’s hands finished opening JC’s jeans and he pushed them down as far as he could, JC wriggling out of them the rest of the way. Justin whimpered when JC laid back down, bodies coming to rest against each other. JC’s hands gripped Justin’s hips as they began thrusting. He mouthed his way across Justin’s collarbone and down his chest. Justin slid his hand up JC’s back, gripping his hair when JC’s mouth fixed over a nipple. “More. Jace, more please.” JC grunted in response, gripping Justin’s cock with a firm hand. He launched himself at Justin’s mouth for a searing kiss. Their tongues meshed together, rubbing insistently before JC pulled back, biting at Justin’s lips. “Want to fuck you. Mmm, fucking lick you. Want you to suck me.” Justin whimpered again, wrapping a long, bare leg around JC’s waist. His back arched as JC’s hand ran up the back of his leg, from knee to thigh, before getting a firm grip on his ass. He pushed, rolling them over, and slid down JC’s body. His tongue traced designs down JC’s chest, stopping briefly to lick over his abdomen, before sliding down further. JC’s head pushed into the pillow as Justin licked a line on the underside of his cock, base to crown. Scorching wet heat and Justin opened his mouth, letting the head of JC’s cock rest heavy on his tongue. “Justin, more. Suck me. God.” Looking up at JC’s face, Justin relaxed his jaw, sliding JC’s cock into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He pulled back slowly, his right hand rubbing and pulling at JC’s balls until he heard a groan. He kept going, building up a steady rhythm, nose brushing JC’s groin on each down motion. He slid his left hand up JC’s chest, plucking at a hardened nipple and pulled back until JC’s cock danced across his lips. “Fuck me?” It was JC’s turn to whimper. He reached for Justin, pulling him up until they were face to face. They kissed, hurried and fierce. JC’s fingertips ghosted down Justin’s back, causing him to shiver and sigh into JC’s mouth. He reached the base of Justin’s spine and his fingers kept moving, down between Justin’s cheeks, producing a shiver of a different kind. “Ride me.” Justin pulled away, smiling. “You said you wanted to lick me. Remember?” JC grinned back, brushing the back of his hand over Justin’s forehead. “You want me to lick you? Here?” JC ran a finger over Justin’s asshole and Justin moaned, collapsing against him. “Yeah. There.” JC pushed at Justin’s shoulder until he slid off of JC’s body and on to his stomach on the air mattress. JC turned on his side, supporting himself with his elbow and he laid wet kisses on Justin’s back. He threw one leg over the back of Justin’s, straddling him while his sucked on the small of Justin’s back, biting lightly. He used his thumbs to separate Justin’s cheeks and used his tongue to draw a wet line from small of Justin’s back right down to his asshole. Justin arched, hands fisting into the sheet stretched over the air mattress as JC’s tongue made a circle around his hole before licking directly over it with short, quick strokes. “Fuck. JC, more.” JC’s tongue breached his asshole, fingers digging into firm muscle kneading roughly. JC didn’t keep a pattern, not letting Justin get used to the sensation. His tongue thrusting into Justin’s body for sharp jabs was quickly replaced with long, leisurely licks. As soon as Justin pushed back against his mouth he pushed his tongue back into Justin’s body, twisting and turning his head to hit every possible angle, his tongue slow and steady. He could feel the muscles in Justin’s ass contracting and pulled back, pushing a finger into Justin’s body instead. Grabbing the condom, he used his teeth to open the wrapper and slid the condom on his cock. He fucked Justin with his fingers while he slathered lube over the condom. “God. Gonna fuck you so good. Feel me in you for the rest of the week.” “Come on, come on. Do it.” “I want you to ride me.” “I want you to fuck me.” JC laughed, removing his fingers and rolling Justin on to his back. Justin brought his legs up, bracketing JC’s body. He let out a quiet yell when JC finally slid into him. JC pushing in hard, before pulling back slowly. “I’m going to fuck you slow. Slow and hard.” And he did. Fucked him so slow Justin thought he was going to cry in frustration. He threw his weight at JC until the he rolled to his back. Justin set a faster pace, knees digging into the air mattress as he thrust himself back on JC’s cock. “We’re going to pop the fucking air mattress.” JC’s hands slid up Justin’s thighs, coming to rest on his waist to guide him. “We’re not going to do anything. It’s going to be all you.” Justin braced one hand against JC’s chest, using the other to twist and pull at his own nipples. JC felt Justin’s ass tighten around his cock and Justin threw his head back, moaning loudly and coming in hot spurts over their bodies. JC rolled them over, thrusting into Justin’s body hard and fast as he bit down on Justin’s shoulder. He came minutes later with a groan, his body tensing. Justin’s hands ran over JC’s back, both men catching their breathe as they laid there. JC pulled out, gritting his teeth at the whimper Justin released. He leaned down and kissed Justin tenderly. “Sorry,” he whispered against Justin’s lips before turning on to his back. Justin turned and ran his hand over JC’s stomach. “Don’t be sorry, this trip is just starting to get fun.” JC snorted and reached for the corner of the sheet, wiping them both off. “Lift up.” He pulled the blankets over them, smiling when Justin pushed up against his side. “You know C, this trip wasn’t such a bad idea. In fact, I had fun.” “You’re just trying to suck up because we’re leaving tomorrow and you don’t want to help pack up.” “Maybe.” JC laughed, kissing Justin’s forehead and pulling him closer. “Go to sleep.” “If you want to camp out again, I’ve got trees in my backyard. And it’s a big back yard.” “Would you stop it.” “I’m just saying.” “And I’m just saying, shut up.” “By shut up you mean ‘I love you’, right?” JC smiled, mentally swearing off camping. “Right.”
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