by Mari Thorne
I nodded and exhaled, pushing against him. Once he'd breached the ring of tight muscles, I rode the pleasure of being filled as he fucked me until I couldn't take it any longer. I exploded all over the comforter, and he thrust a few more times before going rigid and groaning, spilling his hot seed inside me. Then his muscles went slack and he collapsed on top of me.
“Want to know what I’m thankful for?” Alan asked.
“My ass?” I responded, giggling at the thought. He pulled his softening cock out, leaving me full of his come but still empty at the same time. He laid next to me and I stroked his hair. “What are you thankful for?”
“You,” he wiped at his eyes. “You showed me an alternative world, showed me a side of myself I didn’t even know existed. It’s like you cracked open my heart and now all my feelings are free to spill out. We’ve always been there for each other, but this is a whole extra level, and I’m so happy it’s you.”
I thought back to what his mom had said to me. Like mother, like son, I guessed.
“I’m happy it’s you too.”
“I love you,” he grinned.
“I love you too,” we kissed and pulled each other close, tasting each other, feeling each other. My dick was already perking back up for another round, and this time I would not be quiet.
Epilogue
Alan - Four Months Later
"I swear, you love this Jeep more than you love me," Sean whined before climbing into the passenger seat.
"I can have two loves in my life," I protested before backing out of my driveway. This was our first camping trip of the year, and if I had things my way, it would be the first of many. My man in my Jeep, fresh air and mountains, alone time with nothing but nature. What more was there in life?
I drove us up into the mountains. Luckily, the trail I wanted to take wasn't as high in elevation as others. Though there was still snow in some areas and it capped the peaks in white, the snow and ice had already melted on that trail.
I pulled onto the familiar unpaved road and switched into four-wheel drive. Snowmelt and heavy rains recently had made the trail more difficult, but it was passable. We made it to our campsite for the evening with plenty of time to set up camp and do some fishing.
"Recognize it?" I asked, winking.
"Fuck, do I ever. Trip down memory lane," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. I wanted to play with his hair instead, but we needed to set up. There would be time for that later.
We unfolded the tent and staked down the rain fly before spreading fresh sheets and blankets on the mattress inside. Sean set up the camp chairs while I unfolded a table and finished hooking up the lights so we wouldn't trip over things once it got dark. After that, I grabbed our fishing poles, and we walked down to the river to toss our lines in.
“Last time we were in this site…” I cast my line back in after a fish ate my bait and Sean groaned. I laughed, “No, don't do that, you can't look on that memory and see it as a negative.”
"How can I not? It was the most embarrassing moment of my life."
"A moment we will talk about forever, because it was fucking hilarious."
He shook his head and looked out over the water. "I never even wanted to go camping, I only went because I wanted to be with you. That's the only reason I did a lot of things."
"I'm flattered that you did things you didn't want to do just because I was doing them."
"What can I say? I was doomed from the start."
I took his hand, and he looked at me with so much love and adoration it made my knees weak. I hoped my eyes were looking at him with that same expression. "I'm glad you didn't give up on me."
"How could I? Remember? I was hopelessly in love with you."
"I think I was too, I just didn't know it," I grinned.
We walked back to the campsite and built a fire after the sun set below the horizon. Neither of us had gotten anything beyond some small fish that kept eating our bait, so I pulled hot dogs out and we roasted them over the fire.
"Are we just going to relive our first camping trip completely?" He asked around a mouthful of hot dog.
"Sure," I winked. "I hope you wake up in the middle of the night and jerk off to the thought of me fucking you. I'll come find you and let you come on me."
He threw a hot dog bun at me and I caught it. "You'd like that too much."
"I know what I like," I scooted my chair closer to him and kissed him. He tasted like hot dog and mustard and Sean.
We roasted marshmallows and sat under the stars, holding hands and enjoying each other's company. As much as I wanted to recreate the first trip, it would always be different for one important reason. I was more fulfilled in that moment than I'd ever been. I always thought it was stupid when people said another person completed them, but now I knew what they meant. I was a better person with Sean.
After the fire died out, we dumped water on it and climbed up into the tent. Though we’d been warm by the fire, the frigid night air crept in on our backs. I switched on the heater and we cuddled together under the blankets, warm in our cocoon.
“Sometimes,” he shook his head. “I think back on that moment when you saw me, and I wonder if I just died of embarrassment right then. Or maybe I'm in a coma and this is all just some fever dream my brain's cooked up to distract me from my vegetative state.”
"I think you know you're very much alive and awake, considering what you do to me."
He narrowed his eyes and his eyebrows creased. I knew that look. He made it when he wanted to grill me about something, usually something I'd done that was naughty. "That night you fucked me in this tent, what were you thinking?"
I flushed. He'd never asked me this question before. I tried to play it cool, "I told you, I wanted a hole."
"Mmhmm I doubt that. What were you really thinking?"
"I was—I was jealous. That you'd never told me about your desires, that you'd kept secrets from me."
"Well yeah, you were straight, I didn't want to run off my best friend by telling him I wanted to fuck him."
"You still think I would have run if I would have known?"
His eyes widened, and he shook his head in disbelief. “I don't know with you anymore. Yeah, I thought so. Maybe you would have, maybe not, but overall, I didn’t wish to risk our friendship over that. I would have been happy staying friends if it was the only way I could be with you forever. I didn’t want to take the chance that you might freak out and I might lose you.”
I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead. "I can't imagine my life without you, so that version of me would have made an awful, terrible mistake." I kissed my way down the bridge of his nose, all the way to the tip before I placed my lips over his, tasting him. When we stopped to take a breath, I said, "The magnificent thing is, we can make up for lost time. After this trip, will you move in with me? I have plenty of room in my house and your lease is ending soon."
If I thought those eyes of his couldn't go any wider, I was wrong. "Move in with you? Like, cohabitate?"
"Yes, silly, cohabitate. What do you say?"
"Fuck yes," he snuggled into me and his hard dick pressed against my leg. "Let's do it. Let's fucking live together."
I kissed him again before moving my hand down to wrap around his erection. We'd both gone under the covers with no clothes, no false pretense about what would happen in this tent. I cupped his balls, and he slammed his lips against me, thrusting into my hand, eager and willing to please. He put his hand around my dick, thumbing the slit to spread precome all over the head, then I slid my hand down his length. He gasped and bucked in my hand and I grinned, "So eager."
"Eager for you," he panted, gasping at the sensation of my hand on his dick, squeezing mine harder when I squeezed his, a feedback loop of mutual masturbation.
"You gonna fuck me?" he growled, and I moaned into his mouth, "Yeah, I brought lube this time."
"Good, because I wanna come with you inside me."
Well fuck, I needed to hurry th
en. I pulled the packet of lube out of the pocket of my discarded clothes and tore it open. I hitched his hips up so I could spread his asscheeks open and drizzled it on his waiting, hungry hole. He groaned when I slid a finger inside. I'd loosened him up over the past few months, but he was still so tight. A second finger slid in, in and out until he begged for my dick.
"If you would have told me six months ago that I'd be doing this, I would have called you insane. But fuck, if this isn't the best thing I've ever done." I sank myself in him, slowly at first, until I was balls deep in the man I loved, leaning down to kiss him. After finding out how much Sean was into me, I tried to think back on it. Had I ever had any hint or inkling of his desire for me and just ignored it? I'd passed a lot of his behavior off as Sean being Sean, or Sean being an excellent friend, but it was more than that. When I looked through old photos of us together, I could see Sean's restraint. If he was as into me back then as I was into him at present, he'd done admirably. I would have definitely cracked under the pressure.
He moaned and writhed under me, but I gripped his hips and held him steady as I fucked him, turning that man into a mewling mess of quivering jelly. He shot his load onto his chest as he stared into my eyes with so much love, his ass clamping around me so tight I could hardly move. I saw fucking stars as my own intense orgasm punched through me. I shouted, fucking him so hard I worried I might hurt him. But those sexy sounds he made under me were not pained sounds, that was for sure.
Panting, I pulled my softening dick out and laid next to him, playing with the spent seed on his chest. I glanced up to find myself pinned by his eyes. “Fuck you're so goddamn beautiful.”
"You too," those blissed-out eyes were full of love and admiration, his cheeks flushed and his eyelids heavy.
I growled, “Tomorrow morning, you and me in those woods, I want to see your best bear impersonation again."
“I can arrange that,” he chuckled, kissing me again before he closed his eyes and his breathing slowed, exhaustion claiming him.
I grabbed my discarded shirt and carefully wiped his chest, then his ass, meticulously taking care of my man before I curled back around him and closed my eyes. My chest filled with warmth, and I felt happier and more fulfilled in that moment than I’d ever been in my entire life.
Afterword
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for reading Pitching Tents!
While this isn’t the first book I’ve ever written, this is the first book I’ve ever published.
I’ve always been terrified to publish, but I enjoyed writing this book so much that I decided to finally share. I hope you love reading it as much as I loved creating it.
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About Mari
Mari Thorne lives in Texas with her husband, where she uses word “y’all” unironically and hates anything approaching cold weather.
When not writing, she’s devouring m/m romance, playing video games, cooking, camping, or playing with her extensive collection of fountain pens.
Her favorite tropes are friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, bisexual awakenings, and opposites attract. She’s more than a little excited to explore all her favorite tropes in her own writing and tell many more sexy stories in the future.