by Alexa Land
He spent several minutes skipping stones, lost in thought, and I wandered along the shoreline a short distance before finally perching on a big, round boulder. I tilted my face up to the sunlight, breathing in the fresh air. It was easy to see why this was Kieran’s favorite place. I felt so good here, like I was a million miles from my real life and all my problems.
We had the cove to ourselves, and after a while Kieran came up to me and gathered me in his arms. He kissed me gently before saying with a shy smile, “Not to be presumptuous, but I brought along your lube and some condoms. I was kind of hoping you’d fuck me here.”
“In broad daylight? What if someone comes by?”
His eyes sparkled mischievously. “I’m willing to take that chance. But we should probably make this quick.”
We ducked into a half-circle of high rocks, which blocked the view from the street and the hillside behind us. I pushed him back against one of the big, round boulders and kissed him again, and he rubbed my cock through my clothes. As soon as he felt me get hard, he unzipped his jeans and tugged them and his underwear down to mid-thigh. He then turned around and bent over, his arms resting on a boulder, raising his ass for me and widening his stance as far as his clothes would allow.
I unzipped my jeans and rolled on a condom, then massaged some lube into him as I worked him open. He was soon ready for me, and moaned with pleasure as I slid into his body. We fucked hard and fast, and I reached under him and jerked him off as I thrust into his tight little hole again and again. In just a few minutes, we were both cumming violently. He bit back a yell and shot all over the side of the rock he was leaning on as I bucked into him.
When we finished, he dressed quickly. I pulled off the condom and did the same, then wrapped the prophylactic in a tissue and tucked it discreetly in my pocket for later disposal.
“Thank you,” he said softly. I kissed him gently and we stepped out of the shelter of the rocks. We took one more walk hand-in-hand along the shore before heading back to the parking lot. An elderly couple passed us, heading into the cove as we were leaving, and Kieran and I both grinned at our close call.
After a quick stop at the grocery store (I bought bottled water, and Kieran bought enough food for five normal men), we returned to the cabin. As soon as the groceries were put away, I gathered Kieran in my arms and kissed him, then stripped both of us naked, leaving a trail of clothes to the bedroom. “New rule,” I said with a grin. “No clothes the remainder of the weekend.”
“Awesome rule,” he said with a smile, falling onto the bed and pulling me down on top of him.
We ended up kissing and cuddling for a long time, our arms wrapped around each other. It took a while for me to notice it had clouded up and started snowing, and when I pointed this out to Kieran he whispered, “Please let us get snowed in for a month.” He kissed me deeply, his tongue in my mouth, the full length of my body pressed against his.
“I feel like I can never get enough of you,” he said after a while. “Like no matter how much I hold you and kiss you, I’ll always need more.” I felt exactly the same way, which worried me.
Eventually he met my gaze and said softly, “Will you please fuck me again?”
“You’re not too sore?”
He shook his head no, so I grabbed a condom and took him on his back, his arms and legs wrapped around me, my face inches above his. I watched his every expression as I thrust into him, slowly, deeply. “Oh God, Christopher,” he whispered, begging me with his eyes, though for what I didn’t know.
I’d never felt so good, so connected to anyone. I said his name, and that made him smile and reach up to caress my cheek. “I’m yours,” he whispered. God, if only that were true.
We both came within moments of each other, but I remained inside him for a while afterward. He held me as we caught our breath, and when I started to sit up he gently pulled me back down to him and said, “Not yet. Please?”
I grinned at him. “We’re a sticky mess.”
“Don’t care. I love having you inside me.”
Kieran looked so perfectly happy, relaxed against the pillows with a tranquil smile on his face. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I was filled with such intense longing that I almost didn’t know what to do with it all. I put my head on his chest and held on to him as his strong arms encircled me.
Don’t ruin it, I chastised myself. You know this is just a weekend fling. Just enjoy this moment.
When I finally eased out of him, I asked, “Are you sore after all of that?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “I want you to keep fucking me, all weekend.”
I discarded the condom in a nearby trash can and went and filled the big claw foot tub. When the bath was ready I got Kieran, leading him by the hand. We got in the tub together and relaxed for a while before I picked up a wash cloth and the soap and began cleaning him gently.
He let his eyes slide shut as he leaned back against the tub and murmured, “It feels amazing when you take care of me.” I loved seeing him let go, letting me lead.
After the bath, Kieran built up the fire in the master bedroom and asked, “Want to watch a movie?” When I agreed, he opened the doors to the armoire on the far side of the room, revealing a television, then padded naked into the living room.
He was back a minute later with a stack of boxes. “Yes, we’re sporting the finest VHS technology up here at Casa Nolan. And we have nothing but family movies from the eighties and nineties. Are you going to think I’m a total idiot if I suggest we watch The Goonies?” he asked with a grin, holding up one of the boxes.
I smiled at him. “I’ve never seen it, and am up for it if you are.”
He beamed at me and cued up the tape, then took a flying leap onto the bed, making me bounce. I laughed delightedly, and he took me in his arms and leaned against the pillows, pulling the thick chambray comforter over us. “I love movies,” he said quietly as we settled in. “Always have. I think I started using them as a way to escape reality after my mom died.” My head was on his bare chest, and I kissed the spot over his heart as I laced my fingers with his.
Kieran kept glancing at me throughout the movie to make sure I was enjoying myself. During a few key scenes, he grinned and quietly quoted the dialogue along with the characters. It was absolutely endearing.
When it was over he turned to me with a hopeful expression. “Did you like it?”
“Of course. It was great.”
That made him happy, and he snuggled against me. “I loved this movie as a kid, I watched it over and over. I was forever trying to convince my older brother to hunt for pirate treasure with me. I even put a sign on the door of my bedroom that said ‘the goondocks.’ Deep down, I will forever be a goonie,” he said with a big, goofy grin that made me smile.
“I think that technically, you might be too hot to be a goonie,” I teased.
“Oh no, I’m a goonie through and through. And I can prove it,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? How?”
He leapt out of bed and said, “Wait here,” then dashed from the room. I smiled happily and settled back against the pillows. I could hear him rattling around in another part of the cabin, maybe digging through one of the closets.
Not five minutes later, he leapt through the open bedroom door, put his hands on his hips and threw his head back, striking a triumphant pose. He was wearing grey sweat pants beneath blue shorts with white piping, a sleeveless muscle shirt, and a headband. In other words, he was dressed exactly like one of the characters in the movie we’d just watched. As a finishing touch, he displayed a 1980s workout contraption, a series of springs with handles at both ends, and started doing a comical series of reps with it – again, exactly like the character in the movie.
I doubled over laughing. “Oh my God,” I managed after a while, gasping for breath. “That’s dead-on. Was that a Halloween costume?”
“Nope,” Kieran said happily. �
��It’s all just stuff that ended up here at the cabin over the decades.” He came and stood beside the bed, a huge smile on his face. “Still think I’m too hot to be a goonie?”
“No,” I said, and we both burst out laughing.
“Admit it.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “This outfit’s a total turn-on. You’re thinking, damn, I want to do this guy, but only if he leaves the headband on.”
I laughed again, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down on top of me. He caught his weight on his elbows and kissed me, his blue eyes still sparkling with happiness. “I do want to do this guy. Despite the headband,” I told him with a big smile.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, then rolled us over so I was on top of him and kissed me again.
I chuckled against his lips. “The outfit really has to go.”
“So take it off me.” His broad smile brought out that one cute dimple.
I stripped him naked and kissed him deeply, then slid my index finger between his lips. He sucked my finger for a few moments, and then I pulled it out of his mouth and reached between his legs. His big cock twitched against his belly when he saw what I was doing, and he spread his legs wide for me. I gently fingered his tight little hole as he murmured, “Yes,” and began rocking on my hand. I loved penetrating him, I couldn’t get enough of it. I pushed my finger into him up to its base as he looked up at me with such total trust in his eyes, such beautiful surrender.
I brought him to orgasm using only my hands, one finger inside him as I stroked his cock. He was completely spent after that, but as I washed the cum from his body with a damp cloth he murmured, “What about you? I want to make you cum too.”
“That time was just for you,” I said as I dried him off. “A reward for some of the best laughs I’ve had in ages. Between your goonie outfit and the hokey pokey at the wedding, I don’t know when I’ve ever laughed so hard.” I smiled at him as he gave me a groggy grin.
“I like making you happy. Gonna nap.” He was already half asleep. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured randomly right before he dozed off.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him for a while, then wandered naked into the living room. The fire in here had gone out, so I rekindled it before taking a look at the photos on the mantel. One showed two little boys of around four and six, proudly holding up two ends of a rope strung with half a dozen fish. The younger boy had to be Kieran, cute and grubby in a striped t-shirt riding up over his round belly.
Another photo must have been taken at the same time, because Kieran was wearing the same shirt. It was a family portrait, mom and dad and the two boys. His mother had been willowy and dark-haired, her warm brown eyes alight as she smiled at the camera. Kieran and his brother both looked a lot like their dad in this photo, who’d been a big, muscular guy with a handsome face and blue eyes that crinkled at the corners. They all looked so happy.
For some reason, I felt a bit like I was violating Kieran’s privacy and turned away from the mantel. I took a soft, worn quilt from the back of the brown leather couch and wrapped myself up in it, then went out onto the deck that was right off the living room.
The view from out here was beautiful. I crunched barefoot across the newly fallen snow, which of course was so cold that it stung, but I didn’t really care. I pulled an Adirondack chair out from under a little covered seating area against the house, dragging it to the center of the deck, and curled up on it to enjoy the scenery. The snow was still falling very lightly, so I stuck my hand out of the blanket and watched the little flakes melt as they touched my palm.
It was remarkably peaceful, the snow somehow creating a hush over the landscape. It was also incredibly cold, but I stayed out here anyway even as my nose started to run, dabbing it with the back of my hand. It was just such a rarity to find myself in a place like this, I almost never left the city. I wanted to enjoy and appreciate every moment of it before I had to return to reality.
When Kieran found me about half an hour later, he kissed me and exclaimed, “You’re half frozen!”
“It was worth it. It’s so gorgeous out here.”
“I know what you need. Come on, let’s get in the hot tub.” He held out his hand to me.
“There’s a hot tub?”
“Yup. That was my dad’s one addition to the cabin after my mom inherited it. I checked the water and turned it on this morning while you were sleeping, so it should be perfect by now.” He led me by the hand down a little staircase at the side of the house.
The hot tub was nestled in a little grove of pines. The location was very private, which was good, because Kieran was buck naked and I wore only a blanket. I shivered as he folded the big brown cover in half and set it aside. He then turned a knob that brought the tub to life with bubbles and jets.
He hopped right in, but I sat on the edge and stuck just my feet in at first, after hanging the blanket over a tree branch. I was so cold that it felt almost unbearably warm. “You were very productive this morning,” I told him.
“I had a lot of motivation,” he said, holding his arms out to me with a smile.
I slid over to him, then slowly lowered myself into the hot water until I was sitting on Kieran’s lap, straddling him, my arms around his neck. I let myself relax, my head on his shoulder, his arms around me. It felt so good to be held like this. Eventually I noticed it had started snowing heavily, and I leaned back and tilted my face up to the sky, closing my eyes. Impulsively, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, catching a few flakes.
After a few moments I realized I must look pretty stupid like that, so I closed my mouth and sat up self-consciously. Kieran was watching me, and smiled as he said softly, “You’re enchanting, Christopher.” He pulled me to him and kissed me with an intensity that sent a tremor through me. I was the first to break the kiss, hugging him tightly, tucking my face into his shoulder as my heart raced.
God I wanted this man. I wanted him so damn much. And that realization actually really frightened me. I didn’t know how to cope with being this attracted to someone, with this much longing. Even if I could get involved with someone, despite my job, a relationship was so far out of the question – I just really didn’t think I had it in me to let someone get that close to me. Not that he even wanted a relationship, he’d told me flat-out that he didn’t. Ugh, I seriously needed to get a grip.
We stayed in each other’s arms while I got my turbulent emotions in check, and finally Kieran said, “Much as I hate to say it, we should probably get out. I don’t want you to get dizzy.”
I nodded in agreement and swung off his lap. He climbed out, shut off the jets, and grabbed the blanket, which he held open for me. When my feet hit the redwood decking around the tub I almost fell over, my head spinning. He caught me easily, wrapped the blanket around me and started to pick me up, but I said, “Just give me a minute.” He did as I asked, and I murmured, “Go on ahead, you must be freezing.”
He grinned at me. “I’m not going anywhere. I really don’t want you passing out and tumbling down the hill.” He leaned against the handrail to the stairs and waited, his skin pink from the hot water. “Sure you don’t want me to carry you?” he asked after a bit, and I shook my head no.
I stuck a hand out and steadied myself on the edge of the hot tub, doubled over while I waited for the dizziness to subside, and he said, “You’re probably hungry, in addition to not being used to the water temperature. I’ll cook us a good meal when we get inside.”
I glanced at him and said, “I, um…I wouldn’t be able to eat it. I’m on a special diet.” After a moment, I admitted, “Well, that’s not exactly true. I just have a lot of food issues. I brought some crackers along, they’re the only thing I can make myself eat.”
He mulled that over for a while, then said gently, “Ok,” and let it drop, even though his brow was creased with concern. He could see how uncomfortable this subject was making me, and I loved the fact that he didn’t push.
Finally the world stopped spinnin
g, and I climbed the stairs ahead of Kieran and went inside. We took turns in the shower to rinse off the chlorine. Then as he busied himself in the kitchen, I got a pack of crackers and a bottle of water, sat in front of the fireplace in the living room, and ate my dinner.
After making and eating his dinner, Kieran joined me, stretching out on his side on the rug before the fireplace. He was laying directly behind me, and I felt his gentle touch trace my shoulder, my arm, my hip. “What happens if you try to eat anything else?” he asked quietly.
“My throat closes up and I start gagging.”
“Are you getting help?” His voice was so soft.
“I tried. I went to a few therapists. Now…now I’m just dealing with it on my own.” That was kind of a lie. I wasn’t dealing with it at all. I was just living with it, surviving day by day.
Instead of saying anything else, Kieran slid closer, his warm body pressing up against my back, and curled himself around me, slipping an arm around my waist and holding me securely.
“Please don’t try to fix me,” I whispered. “I hate it when people do that.”
“Ok.” His voice was still so gentle.
After a while, I stood up and held my hand out to him. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“You tired?” he asked as he took my hand.
I grinned at him. “No.” He got my meaning right away and jumped to his feet, leading the way back to the bedroom.
Sometime in the quiet middle of the night, I was awakened by a series of kisses across my bare shoulders. I was face down in bed, Kieran’s touch warm on my skin. “You awake?” he whispered.
“I am now,” I mumbled groggily. “What’s up?”
“I want to show you something. Unfortunately, it involves putting on clothes. Are you game?”
I watched his hopeful expression in the light from the fireplace as I tried to wake up, and finally murmured, “Yeah, ok.”
We layered up. I put on all my clothes, and he provided me with a knit cap, scarf, and mittens, along with an enormous ski jacket. “This is an awesome look,” I said, glancing down at myself when I was fully outfitted.