Falling For the Best Man (Camp Firefly Falls Book 10)

by Ally Decker

"Yeah," Kevin whispered, and then nudged his chin up and kissed him. It started out soft and almost reverent, but as it went on, it turned back to hot, want, now. Charlie's body caught up on the fact that there was a wet, sexy, almost naked man touching him all over, and the rush of desire ran through him as his cock hardened even more. One roll of his hips and he pushed his erection against Kevin's. Charlie moaned into the kiss and tightened his grip at the back of Kevin's head, pulling him closer and closer.

  Kevin lifted him by the hips, and Charlie went with it, circling his legs around Kevin's waist. God, yes. He moaned into the kiss again, and then pulled back to lick over Kevin's jaw, to close his teeth over Kevin's earlobe and tug at it.

  Charlie barely noticed Kevin moving, but then he felt a big, solid rock against his back and tilted his body so that he could lie over it and give Kevin some room to maneuver while still keeping his legs around him.

  Kevin didn't waste any time in pushing Charlie's shorts down and grabbing his ass to push their cocks together. The tips of his fingers slipped between Charlie's cheeks and fuck, fuck, "Fuck."

  "Yeah," Kevin whispered, tightening his grip for a second, before moving one hand to Charlie's front so that he could grab both their cocks. Charlie reached down as well, and together they started moving fast, chasing a release. Taking things slow had no place here now. Charlie wanted to come, and he wanted to see Kevin come. He could already feel the orgasm building, the edges of it just there, out of reach. Then Kevin twisted his grip over the head of Charlie's cock, and that was it. The pleasure wiped out everything for a few seconds, then he heard Kevin groan and felt him fall forward against his body as he came as well.

  Charlie dropped his legs from around Kevin, unable to prop himself up any longer, so Kevin pressing him against the rock was the only thing that was keeping Charlie from sliding further into the water. And he liked that. He'd never been into very buff guys and he'd never counted strength as a kink, but the casual display of Kevin's muscles at work? That was hot.

  And when Kevin pulled him up for a kiss as if he didn't weight anything? Crazy hot.

  Charlie licked into Kevin's mouth like a starving man, as if he didn't just come his brains out a few minutes ago. But Kevin didn't seem to mind, if the low groan reverberating through his chest was any indication.

  The kiss slowed down after a while, and Charlie got his legs to work again, so he moved to stand. Kevin bracketed him, putting his hands against the rock, and Charlie didn't feel like moving ever again.

  ***

  They swam for a bit and explored the waterfall, but mostly they stuck close to each other and made out. Charlie was dizzy with champagne-like buzz of excitement and happiness, feeling every bit like his teenage dream came true in a way things weren't suppose to happen in an adult life.

  He wasn't going to complain, though. Quite the opposite—he would grab this with both hands and not let go for as long as he could.

  Darkening sky and a promise of food back at the camp dragged them out of the water eventually, but even back on dry land they didn't seem able to keep apart. They ended up with their arms around each other's backs as they slowly walked back to the campsite, and neither of them pulled away when they encountered other people. Charlie could feel the looks, and he knew he would get questions later on, but for now, he just enjoyed the moment.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Kevin sat through the dinner ignoring Sylvia's pointed looks from across the table. He'd switched seats to sit next to Charlie, so he was now near the top of the table and right in Sylvia's sight, but she thankfully resisted any comments, focusing instead of telling them stories from the set of Greg's latest movie. It was, apparently, a period drama this time, a pretty big break from his usual action movies in the Collectibles franchise.

  "I swear I thought the guy would push Greg into the lake," she was saying, when Kevin felt a hand on his thigh.

  He stopped himself from looking down, but he did glance at Charlie, who seemed perfectly focused on Sylvia's story and not at all on groping Kevin under the table.

  Evil, evil man.

  Kevin loved it.

  He nodded and laughed at all the right places, but his focus was on the heat seeping through from Charlie's hand into his body. Kevin didn't move, even if the desire to spread his legs was hard to resist. He wondered what Charlie would do—would he move further? Would he withdraw?

  Kevin's cock stirred in his pants, and he took a sip of his wine to get himself together. He reached down with his other hand and, after a moment of hesitation, put it over Charlie's hand and left it there, running his fingers up and down Charlie's in a soft caress.

  In the corner of his eye, he saw Charlie spreading his legs. Oh. So that's how it is. Kevin ran his fingers up and down again, this time brushing the skin with his nails. Charlie's hand jerked under his.

  Score.

  But the last thing they needed was for someone to catch them, so Kevin alternated between doing nothing, light caress, and using his nails. He sat back in his chair, so it wouldn't be weird to keep one of his hands under the table the whole time.

  Luckily, the guy sitting on his other side, Lito, was too busy talking with his husband to look their way.

  Charlie withdrew his hand after awhile and leaned forward, resting both elbows at the table and making sure his groin was not visible. He's hiding his erection, Kevin realized and that almost made up for the loss of warm touch against his thigh.

  Fuck, he couldn't wait to get Charlie into his bed. Or any bed, really. Sex at the waterfall site was hot, but those rocks couldn't make up for a mattress, even a too-soft-for-his-liking one in his cabin.

  "Kevin?"

  He looked up from staring at his plate to meet Greg's gaze. "Yeah?"

  "I heard you've managed to set up a stable wi-fi connection," Greg said. "There's no internet anywhere else but at the office, sometimes, but it's closed most of the time anyway. Can I drop by? I should check my email, at least."

  Kevin was all for everyone having access to the internet, but he had plans for tonight that didn't involve anyone but Charlie and him. "Sure. Come over any time tomorrow, and I will have you set up."

  Greg glanced from him to Charlie and back. "Tomorrow sounds great," he said, obviously trying not to smile.

  "Any time? Forget it!" Sylvia protested. "You're not spending the day at the cabin. We've been over this. Do I have to drag you out every day?"

  "No, you don't." Both Charlie and Kevin said at the same time.

  He turned his head to look at Charlie, and the guy offered him a sheepish smile and a shrug. Kevin didn't mind. It was true, after all. He had no desire to stay at his cabin all the time now that he could spend that time with Charlie instead. No one needed to drag him out.

  He smiled back at Charlie to let him know it was fine and turned to Greg again.

  "How about around noon? I heard something about people planning a trip to the nearest town tomorrow, but I don't think you're going."

  Greg snorted. "Yeah, I'm staying put. Noon sounds good."

  "What's the official version, anyway?" Kevin asked. "If anyone asks them?"

  "Theatre camp," Greg told him with a crooked smile. "We went for the easy option."

  "And not that far off from the truth." Charlie exchanged grins with Sylvia. "Broadway show tunes and all."

  "Don't forget Broadway trivia," Kevin added. Apparently, it had been a hit among the actors present.

  "How could I, I won." Sylvia beamed.

  "Don't rub it in," Charlie told her. "Hey, we could do some improv at some point, too, just for fun."

  Greg nodded with a grin while Sylvia almost bounced in her seat.

  "That's a great idea!" she said, and the three of them went into figuring out the details.

  Kevin sat back and watched them, enjoying their back and forth. He rested his arm over the back of Charlie's chair, and when Charlie put his hand on Kevin's thigh again without even looking, Kevin hid his grin in his wine glass and let the
ir voices and their excitement wash over him.

  ***

  It seemed like a déjà-vu when they paused in front of Charlie's cabin to make out because Kevin couldn't wait any longer. Charlie seemed to have even less patience, if the way he attacked Kevin's mouth was any indication.

  The difference was, they weren't going to stop here this time. They weren't going to kiss goodbye and go to their separate cabins. If Kevin had his way, they'd land in the same bed pretty damn soon.

  "Do you want—" he started, but Charlie shut him up with another kiss before mumbling "Yes" against his lips.

  They parted long enough to make it up the stairs and into the cabin, but as soon as the door closed, Charlie leaned against it and pulled Kevin close for another kiss by the shuffles in his jeans.

  Kevin wanted to devour him.

  He grabbed Charlie's shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing the skin Kevin wanted to investigate thoroughly. Especially the damn freckles. He left a line of licks and kisses down Charlie's neck and to his shoulder, sucking another mark right next to the biggest constellation of dark dots.

  Then he meant to do the same thing to the other shoulder, but Charlie pushed his hands under his T-shirt and ran them up his chest, rubbing over his sides. The right hand lingered where Kevin's tattoo was. Did ink make Charlie hot? Or maybe he was trying to show Kevin he really didn't mind that he'd been a soldier once?

  Whatever it was, Charlie pulled the shirt up and off of Kevin, then pushed him back towards the bed. They parted to tug their jeans and underwear off quickly, and a few seconds later they were both on the bed, pressed against each other from head to toe, naked and hard, and bordering on desperate.

  Or at least Kevin felt like he was skirting on the edge, here. He loomed over Charlie, staring at his bright eyes and flushed skin.

  "How do you—"

  "I want you to fuck me," Charlie whispered, angling his hips up, so their cocks would brush against each other.

  They both swore. Kevin was too close to coming, Charlie's words and the feel of his cock against Kevin's making it impossible for him to think.

  He sat up low on Charlie's thighs and looked down at the man in front of him, who had seemed almost shy at the beginning, but now wasn't afraid to say what he wanted. Kevin liked that. Hell, he liked both sides. He'd always believed that sweet and spicy was the best combination.

  He dragged his nails over Charlie's happy trail, eliciting a beautiful moan out of him. Kevin leaned over and rubbed his prickled chin over the spot, ignoring Charlie's erection for the moment.

  "Fuck, damn it." Charlie tried to buck his hips up, but Kevin's weight was keeping him down.

  Kevin grinned at the string of expletives that brought him.

  Finally, he decided to offer mercy and angled his head so that he could lick a stripe up Charlie's cock, before sucking at the top and tasting precome. He moved up and down, pushing until the head hit the back of his throat, then pulling back until he could tease the slit with his tongue, before swallowing Charlie's cock down again.

  The sounds Charlie was making were almost as good as the taste and the feel of him in Kevin's mouth.

  He couldn't wait to get inside him.

  And once again proving he might as well be reading Kevin's mind, Charlie tugged at his hair and murmured for him to stop. "I want to come when you're in me."

  Kevin had to bite his tongue to stop himself from coming just from that. He took a deep breath.

  "Lube?"

  Charlie reached under his pillow and pulled a small tube and a condom foil, and Kevin grinned.

  "Boy scout," he teased as they moved, and he situated himself between Charlie's spread legs.

  "Optimist," Charlie tossed back and pushed a pillow under his hips.

  Kevin rubbed some lube over his fingers, warming it up a bit, but stared at Charlie's face when he reached down.

  He watched Charlie's eyes widen at the first, soft touch of Kevin's thumb over his hole. He watched them close as he drew small circles over the sensitive skin.

  He saw the way Charlie opened his mouth to catch his breath when Kevin pushed the first finger in, slowly, oh, so slowly. He saw the way his eyelids fluttered when Kevin found his prostate.

  He committed to memory every gasp and moan, every hitch of breath, as he stretched Charlie as if they had all the time in the world.

  "Now, please, fuck me now."

  Charlie's pleading was what finally made him look away and glance down as he withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom.

  Kevin leaned over Charlie again, dropping a soft kiss on his lips. "You ready?"

  "Yeah," Charlie whispered, barely audible, but it was enough.

  Kevin pushed inside, reveling in how good, how tight, how perfect Charlie felt. When he was all the way in, he paused to breathe, and it felt like his lungs just couldn't get enough air.

  "So good," he whispered into Charlie's jaw, hiding his face in his neck when Charlie nodded.

  "Yes, fuck, yes."

  Then Kevin started to move, slow pull and push at first, speeding up as the tension built inside of him, higher and higher, chasing him until all he could think of, all he could feel, was the man under him and the way they were both tumbling towards the cliff.

  "Touch yourself." He wasn't sure if he said it out loud, but he had to, because Charlie pushed his hand between their bodies and curled his fingers around his cock.

  Everything became feelings and sensations—the tightness around Kevin's cock, Charlie's harsh breathing against his ear, their bodies slick with sweat, their hands slippery in their grasp.

  And then Charlie tossed his head back and came with a low moan, tightening around Kevin's cock, and that was it, the bright explosion tossed him over the edge into oblivion.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Charlie woke up with his face smashed against Kevin's shoulder, again, and he held his breath, trying to commit this moment into memory down to every little detail. The sunlight coming through the window was hot against his back and his uncovered feet, but the small breeze coming from outside stopped him from getting overheated. Kevin's body was warm and solid, and smelling delicious—scent of sex and time spent outdoors, and hints of something else Charlie couldn't quite figure out. And his own body… Well, his own body ached in the best of ways. He felt well-rested and relaxed to the bone, and, God, he hadn't known how much he missed that until he had it again.

  He didn't want to move.

  He didn't plan to move any time soon. He would just stay like this, and enjoy it.

  Then someone started singing Mamma Mia right under his window, it seemed like. Someones, even, since he could hear three different voices.

  That was it, he would have to kill three of his good friends.

  He rolled over and shouted, "Shut up!". It earned him a few laughs and one or two apologies, but they also stopped singing, so at least there was that.

  He turned back to resume his place against Kevin's side, and he found the man awake and looking at him with tongue between his teeth, trying not to laugh.

  "You too, shut up," Charlie mumbled and lay down again, this time hiding his face in the creek between Kevin's arm and chest.

  "Good morning to you, too," Kevin murmured before turning onto his side and pulling Charlie closer. He dropped a kiss on the top of Charlie's head and let out a deep sigh.

  "We're not getting back to sleep, are we?" Charlie mumbled, hoping against hope that Kevin would disagree.

  "We're not." Kevin nuzzled his prickly cheek against Charlie's hair. It was nice. "We don't have to get up, though, either."

  God, I love you, Charlie almost said, and he swallowed it deep, deep down. It was meant as a joke, like when someone brought him pizza and he said he loved them, but it didn't seem all that funny in this particular moment.

  Charlie didn't want to look too close as to why that was.

  "Great," he said instead, and sneaked his arm around Kevin's waist.

  They could
stay like this for a while longer.

  ***

  After finally leaving the cabin and grabbing a very late breakfast, they split for a while. Kevin had to go be the wi-fi dealer for Greg, and Charlie had to… Well, he didn't have to do anything, really. Half the crew went for a trip and the other was lounging by the lake, so he decided to join the latter.

  He stayed away from Sylvia, knowing she would want to grill him about Kevin, but when he looked around, he realized most everyone here loved to gossip, so he would be doomed wherever he sat down. As far as he knew, he and Kevin were the only couple to have hooked up at the camp—so far—and that of course made everyone curious.

  "Don't just stand there, Romeo, come sit with us," Tara shouted from his left, and laughter erupted around the group.

  Charlie rolled his eyes, but followed her waving hand and spread out on a lounge chair next to hers. He took off his shirt and closed his eyes, making himself comfortable.

  "No talking," he muttered, tilting his head to the sun. The weather was perfect so far this week, and he hoped it would stay that way to the end.

  "Well, you and Kevin are definitely not spending your time talking if all those hickeys are any indication," Tara teased, and Charlie hoped he wasn't blushing. He hadn't thought about the marks on his chest when he'd taken off his shirt. "Come on, tell us something. We're a bunch of single women about to go stag to a dream-like wedding. We need some entertainment."

  "Not it." Charlie turned his head towards her and opened one eye. "Besides, you have a bunch of Hollywood stars coming tomorrow for the same wedding. Most of them are coming solo, as well. Use your charms."

  She grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I will."

  He chuckled and shook his head before turning to face the sun again.

  "But seriously, though," she said after barely a few seconds of silence. "You two are cute together. And he's definitely hot. Good job."

  Charlie couldn't help it. A corner of his mouth curled up into a half-smile. "Thanks, I guess."