by Kit Fortier
"After all those used condoms, you better be," the man guffawed as he pulled Jake in for a hug. He patted his back a touch hard before releasing him.
Jake was stunned.
"Please, Jake. It's Martin. You and I are practically the same age," Fox's father said slyly. "I never took you for preferring older guys, son." Fox beamed. Jake was still stunned.
He had only "met the parents" once before. They were Kate's parents, now Ben's grandparents. They weren't too thrilled about Kate vowing to raise Ben solo, nor did they like that Jake hadn't proposed to Kate. Kate and Jake knew that wouldn't happen. It would have been for all the wrong reasons.
Martin motioned for the two to follow him.
"Jake, I trust my son. I trust his judgment. He's a good boy, good head on his shoulders. I couldn't give him a lot, but what I could give, I gave a lot of."
"Dad," Fox groan-whined, having somehow regressed into a prepubescent teenager all over again. The elder Foster ruffled his hair playfully. He tugged him in, putting his meaty arm over the younger Foster's shoulder.
"You from town, Jake?"
"Just passing through, really. I'm doing geologic surveys of a few national parks. I'm staying at the lodge for now," Jake offered his cover story honestly as possible. Geologic surveys were not terribly far from the truth. He did have to know what he was transmuting before he did it.
"And you're going with him, son?" Martin said as they reached the cooking stations.
"Yes, sir," Fox replied simply.
"How long will you be gone?" The older Foster asked. Fox glanced nervously at Jake.
"I've got work near Spokane. Then there's Shasta in California. Sedona's last, once I finish with Devils Tower," Jake said, filling in the gaps for Fox. He had already done the work, but Martin didn't need to know that.
"You're leaving me?" Martin reached out to his son, resting a massive paw on Fox's other shoulder, putting Fox square in front of his dad.
"Yeah," Fox said, his voice a little shaky.
"I know you've been wanting to get away from this place."
"Dad, no--it's not that--" Fox began to protest.
"You never lied to me before, Fox. Don't you dare start now. You don't have to spare my feelings."
Jake saw it. He saw the glisten in the bright green eyes he loved. As much as he wanted to rescue his man from this, it was not his place. The moment belonged to father and son alone.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Fox whispered.
"Why would you be sorry, son? Look at you. You're ready. You've been ready. If you weren't about to take a chance now, I'd have thrown you off the lot myself and changed the locks."
Fox sniffled.
"I knew the day would come when you'd find a way out of town, buddy. I've been hoping for it, praying for it. God gave you to me to raise, to love, to cherish. I've done my job. I raised you to be a man. And you are, son. I loved you when you were born, and I love you even now. And I will. Always, son. Always."
Martin pulled Fox in for a massive hug. The man was a hugger. That's where Fox gets it from, Jake thought.
"I want you to be safe," father said to son.
Jake watched Fox nod into his father's shoulder, his eyes hidden from view.
"And no matter what, I want you to be happy, do you hear me?"
Fox sobbed. Jake's heart broke at the sound.
"Hey slugger," Martin cooed softly.
Fox looked at his father, his eyes slightly red and puffy.
"I love you, son. You already do me proud."
"I love you too, Dad," Fox said, his voice watery. Martin put an arm around Fox's shoulder and opened up, turning on Jake.
"And you, friend," Martin said, a little menace in his voice, throwing the word "friend" into question.
"Martin?" Jake asked, a tad defiantly.
"Be good to him. Don't you ever make him feel he's not worthy." The commandment was given not unkindly. Jake nodded solemnly.
"Never, Martin. Never ever."
Martin turned to his son, wiping his cheeks with both thumbs. He grinned at the younger Foster and patted his back heartily.
"Alright, enough with the soap opera. Let's get you boys fed."
*** Fox
Fox was quiet. Jake held his hand on the drive back to the campsite, not saying a word. He processed what had happened.
His father knew. All this time, he knew about his insecurities. He didn't say anything-but that was the way his father worked. He didn't say. He did. He trusted his son completely and never try to redirect the course of his life or hold him back.
Fox's heart hurt, but in a good way. He didn't know if he was making a good decision, but in his heart of hearts, it was the right decision. He wanted to be with Jake. He wanted to explore the world. And through Jake, he would.
"He loves you," Jake said, apropos of nothing. "He doesn't want you to forget that. A father always knows…"
"What?" Fox asked.
"A father… always knows," the big man sighed wistfully. That was all he seemed to offer, for now.
They pulled up to the campsite. Fox removed the air mattress and compressor from the footlocker. Then Jake hopped out and got into the bed, lifting the footlocker and bringing it down to the fireplace. Fox dealt with the sleeping arrangements as Jake readied the fire for the coming night.
The day was warm, so Fox did what would normally do here in this sacred spot. As the compressor finished its job, he sealed up the mattress and tucked the compressor away in the cab. Fox pulled off his shirt, his boots, shucked his pants, and let the sun touch every single part of him. He stashed his clothes in the cab and closing the door with a slam.
It didn't hurt that he knew Jake was nearby. To Fox, he wanted Jake to get used to it. He wanted to be free, and now, with his father's blessing, he was.
"Is my new boyfriend a nudist, or an exhibitionist?" Jake called from the firepit, his grin big enough for Fox to see from atop the incline. Fox was smiling as he padded down the hill.
"Why? Do you want to form a colony, or do you want me to put on a show?" Fox retorted as he approached his man. He pulled at Jake's waist for a lazy embrace. Fox swayed back and forth while looking into the palest eyes imaginable.
"Let's say we do both," Jake said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Let me," Fox said, batting Jake's hands away and undoing the fasteners himself. He opened up Jake's shirt, kissed his way down the middle line of him. Tufts of his man's soft, thick hair tickled his nose on the way south. Then he slowly undid Jake's pants, all the while grazing his nose deep in Jake's thick treasure trail.
Jake kicked off his own boots, somehow still standing. Fox pulled down his jeans and helped him step out of them. He painstakingly slid came back up, rubbing the front of himself against Jake's warm pelt. Fox relished in the texture, the feel of him.
Fox looked Jake in the face, smiling.
"Can we do this every night?" Fox asked hopefully. Jake grinned.
"When we're together, I don't see why not, slugger," Jake said, a laugh in his voice.
The two spent the rest of the day playing in the water or playing kiss-chase around the fire. They lazed in the grass, familiarizing themselves with each other's bodies. The hot mid-afternoon turned into a balmy evening. The daylight games were at an end, dinner would be had, and the night-time games would begin.
*** Jake
Jake pulled the marshmallow off the stick. He used a piece of chocolate sandwiched between graham crackers.
"Like this?" He asked.
"I can't believe you've never made s'mores," Fox grinned.
"There's a first time for everything," Jake smirked.
"Just don't get any in your rug. I don't wanna have to clean it out," Fox said playfully.
"Oh, you know you do," Jake laughed.
Dessert was had with only the slightest of messes. They were mostly scrapes of chocolate that Jake didn't get on himself but managed to smear on Fox. They laughed and licked and kissed the sweetness away as the
night sky darkened. At that time, Jake took Fox's hand and lead him to the truck to bed down for the night.
"Stand here," Jake said, placing Fox in front of him as they approached the lowered tailgate.
"Sure, but--hey!" Fox cried as Jake lifted him up, cradling him. "This can't be easy, you know," he said.
"Yeah, but I carried you out of bed this morning, so the least I could do is carry you into it," Jake said with a gentle smile. He let Fox down carefully on the door, and the younger man crawled onto the mattress.
"Trying to get out of the doghouse for dumping me in lake this morning?" Fox smirked as he got in the truck bed and pulled down the blanket. After settling in, he crossed his arms over his head, cradling it, as he looked at the night sky. Jake hopped up and lay next to him, shoulder to shoulder. A casual silence spread. It was soundtracked by the sounds of the night, filled what little space there was between them.
"I didn't dump you. You jumped." Jake couldn't keep a straight face at Fox's incredulity.
"You pushed me!"
"Potayto, potahto." Jake shuffled closer to Fox. "Did I do good today, baby?" Jake asked.
"Better than good," Fox replied.
"Your dad--he can be scary, can't he?"
"Only if he wants to be. But he's a big old softie. He doesn't eat meat often, because the thought of prepping animals to eat them kills him."
"So, his gruff act with me…?"
"He was definitely fucking around with you," Fox said, chuckling.
"But what he told you was from the heart." It wasn't a question.
Fox sighed. "Yeah."
Jake grinned. "So now that daddy's signed off on your permission slip, you get to go camping?" he asked, imitating the giddiness of a kid.
"You are a doof, Jake Barton."
"Eh, It keeps me young. That way, I can keep up with you."
Fox rolled to his side and scooted nearer to Jake until they were skin to skin. Fox put his leg across Jake's and curled against him. Jake realized it was fast becoming his favorite part of the day. But it was like before, when they arrived at the campsite after the barbecue. The proximity of intimate parts to each other aroused Jake. So much so that he unwittingly tapped Fox on the elbow with his straining hardness.
"Oh? What's this?" Fox gasped comically against Jake's chest. "There's a snake in my bed!" he drawled, mimicking a western-era cowboy.
"Can't help it, baby. You being on me does things to me. Or being near me. Hell, you being you is all I need," Jake said.
"You're trying to make me blush, aren't you," Fox said. He lazily began to tease the uninvited but welcome guest that poked him.
"I don't know, but you're not helping the snake issue at all, babe," Jake said. He watched Fox have his way with his reaching dick like a playful cat.
"Do you really want me to?" Fox asked with a laugh in his voice.
"I want…" Jake began. The pause made Fox straighten up and move up to see Jake's face.
I want…"
"Tell me," Fox traced Jake's lips with his fingers, waiting.
"I want you to fuck me."
Fox's expression went blank for a moment. Jake thought he might have mis-stepped. Some guys only bottomed. Jake was about to take it back when Fox finally replied.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Fox leaned down and kissed Jake with tender care. Jake tasted Fox's tongue. It was a taste he knew he would always crave.
"Anything you want."
*** Fox
The sounds of night filled the air, perforated by the occasional pop and crackle of the dying fire. The two grasped each other, hands moving, feeling. They weren't feral or demanding. They were two men lost in each other.
Fox's length slid between Jake's cheeks as the two writhed against each other. Fox loved hearing Jake's occasional gasps--certain touches offering pleasurable surprise. Fox nibbled at the point on Jake's back where his shoulder and neck met. He worried at the same spot, sucked on it. He sucked on Jake's earlobe as his dick slid over the man's winking hole, causing Jake to grunt and grumble unintelligible things. He gave a pained cry when Fox bit down where his neck muscles met his shoulder. He sucked on the thick cords, his tongue slipping over the teeth marks on his man's skin. Jake clutched Fox's hands as his whole body tensed, and the man sighed when Fox gently withdrew his kisses. Euphoria came over Fox-a strange sense of pride and joy that he could make a man like the man in his arms insensate.
Soon, Fox had produced enough natural slickness for the moment of penetration.
"Are you ready for me, Jake?" Fox whispered, rough and hot, into Jake's ear. Jake nodded with vigor, then shifted to his stomach.
Fox took his cue when Jake lifted his ass, giving Fox all the access he needed.
*** Jake
Jake's head swam with Fox's kisses, his attention. The bite on his neck definitely leave a mark, and that was fine with Jake. He did the same to Fox earlier. He had forgotten how sensitive his neck was, but Fox was unknowingly only too happy to remind him.
The feel of Fox's warm body on top of his ratcheted up Jake's desire. Fox slid his hardness back and forth, carving deep into Jake's crack. It spread sensual slickness wherever it touched.
"I-I want to be inside you, now," Fox demanded, his breathing heavy. He was taking control, and that only tugged the coil of want tighter around Jake's heart, the basest parts of his mind.
There was a momentary loss when Fox's weight disappeared from Jake's back. But soon, the bluntness of Fox's fingers pressed at the tight flesh of his back door. It was followed by the moisture of Fox's tongue. That was followed by a stream of profanity and gibberish that poured out of his own mouth. With every flick of Fox's tongue, with every twist of his thick, probing digits, jolts of warmth radiated from the back of Jake's brain as the intruding finger grazed the bundle of nerves that was the gland at the base of his cock. It sizzled like a hyper-speed wildfire down his spine. The feeling burned through his fingertips. It ignited the blood vessels of his straining dick.
But the jolts were nothing compared to the explosion of stars and heat Fox caused. His mind and heart melted when Fox's fingers curled in and pressed against that part of Jake that he never gave anyone else.
Indeed, this would be the one thing Jake would give, that Fox would take--and it would belong to Fox and Fox alone.
Fox's probing was relentless. Jake groaned expletives and nonsense, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. Then came the endgame.
Fox withdrew, and Jake almost cried at the loss. But the loss was only temporary, as the mattress dipped at his sides, and Fox's long, heavy body draped over his. Fox's dick slid over and between the mounds of Jake's ass. Within moments, Fox breached his well-prepared hole.
The last bastion of his inner virginity had been overrun, inch by torturous, breathtaking, terrifyingly loving inch.
*** Fox
Fox fed off of the noises Jake made. He'd been played like some manner of orchestra instrument before. Then, it was Jake's roaming touch, his lips, his tongue. But the worm turned. Now, Fox was drinking in the most exquisite noises his man made.
His man.
The thought of that made his heart ache. He never laid claim to anyone before, and in truth, no one ever really claimed him like that, either. But the man beneath him was giving him everything in one hand, and in his other, Fox gave everything in return.
The long slide into Jake's innermost warmth seemed to go on forever. There was, indeed, warmth, but there was also an inhuman tightness. It only allowed Fox access one maddening inch at a time. The desire to conquer Jake inside and out screamed at him. Take, attack all out. But his desire to give Jake so much pleasure his heart would explode overrode the feral whims in his head. His patience won out as he was finally nestled completely. Jake completely enveloped him, nothing between them.
He slid his hands down Jake's arms, took hold of his upward facing hands, and locked fingers with him. That strange pulse now amplified by the connection of two h
ands--like a completed circuit. Jake gripped his hands tight, unwilling to let go.
Fox only let go for the moment. He nudged Jake's hands into a more comfortable position - beneath the pillow under Jake's head. Fox joined hands again there--his hands over the back of Jake's hands, as he gently began to thrust.
There was groaning. There was sighing. Fox watched Jake's face. While his eyes were closed, Jake's face was a contorted mask of pain and pleasure. There were tears, but for what, Fox couldn't be sure. Jake's eyes opened up, and though his head was turned to the side, Fox saw an unspoken message in Jake's eye on his.
Fox and Jake were one, fused together with slickness, sweat, skin on skin, flesh inside flesh. Fox rolled Jake gently onto his back. Using the other pillow, he propped Jake's rear up. He knew what would be more comfortable, as well as more pleasurable. Because Fox wanted Jake to see stars for what came next.
The thrusting resumed. Fox's eyes and Jake's eyes never left each other. Fox shifted his hips, searching for something using different angles. Soon, he found what he was looking for.
*** Jake
The outburst of stars and fire Jake experienced when Fox probed him with his fingers was nothing. It didn't compare to Fox's intimate flesh colliding with the innermost part of himself. It was a supernova that threatened to overwhelm Jake's senses.
Guttural sounds poured out of Jake as Fox hammered at him with purpose. He gave Jake a moment to breathe in the sensations before he struck the anvil again. Somewhere in the logical part of his mind, he knew Fox was drawing it out. But for now, all-consuming pleasure overshadowed logic, and Jake gave in to it. This moment belonged only to them. This gift Fox gave--it actually belonged only to them. In precious time, the supernova gave way to a sea of bliss and calm. In the real world, outside of Jake's mind, tears ran down his smiling face.
After what was a breathless eternity, Fox's thrusts became irregular. Jake was close, as a flush heated him from his sternum to his scalp. Fox focused on one spot and one spot only, and the hammering had become pulsing waves of light in the cosmos.
Jake gasped as he watched Fox, welcoming him deep inside. He committed his light-contoured silhouette against the starry night sky to memory. Jake was enveloped, wrapped tight and pinned down in a warm blanket of sensory overload. The waves became hotter, the light brighter-until it was boiling and blinding. At that moment, the dam broke. Jake's release surged forward from his untouched, straining length. It flowed from him in a thick, voluminous stream like smooth, molten silver.