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  "Fuck. Fuck. That's so hot, Chip."

  It was, and he was having a ball. He scooted closer, trying not to tip the chair over. Went pushed forward, too, and the chairs creaked ominously.

  "We should go in before we fall." Chip thought his chairs would probably hold, but there was no point in taking unnecessary chances.

  "Yeah, that might put a damper on things."

  "Road rash? Not sexy." He knew that one from unfortunate experience.

  "Is it called road rash if you fall out of a chair while making out?" Went sounded like he was about to start laughing.

  "Probably not, but that's totally what we tell people. Road rash."

  Now the laughter did start, and he felt the chair tipping out from under him.

  "Careful!" They landed on the ground, tangled in the blankets.

  Went laughed harder, rolling them so he was on top of Went's solid body.

  "Remember, road rash." He leaned down, dropped his lips on Went's and tasted that kiss.

  His mouth was filled with laughter that turned into a moan, one of Went's hands coming up behind his head to hold him in place. He rocked down, giving Went some friction and some pressure. The man's cock throbbed where it was trapped in the man's slacks.

  Another moan filled his mouth, Went bucking up a little. Yeah. Yeah, that was right.

  One of Went's hands grabbed his ass, pulling him down against that hard bulge. He pushed one leg between Went's, giving the man pressure.

  "Fuck." The soft word breathed against his lips, Went moving with intent now, rubbing up against his thigh.

  "Uh-huh. Got you." He nodded and rocked back, pushing hard.

  Went just moaned, bucking up faster. God, Went was pretty. Chip admired the raw need splashed across the man's face.

  "Please. Soon," begged Went.

  "Uh-huh. Come on. Out here under the stars."

  "Fuck!" Went bucked, face going slack as he came. Oh, so fine. Chip did love a good orgasm.

  Panting, Went lay beneath him, fingers on his skin.

  "Better?" Chip would bet so. Better and sticky.

  "Aside from the mess in my pants, yeah." Went chuckled, stuck out his tongue.

  "I have a washing machine and a shower."

  "I do believe I need both." Went wiggled. "Maybe sooner than later."

  "Come on in. I'll hook you up with some soft sweats."

  "Damn, here I thought we might not need pants where we're going."

  "Mmm. If you're wanting to have more naked time, I'm totally in." Utterly.

  "I absolutely want more naked time. You are amazingly sexy."

  "Let's go take a bubble bath, man," Chip suggested. It was a favorite way to relax.

  "A bubble bath? I haven't had a bath since... Gosh, I can't even remember. I was definitely under ten."

  "I have a great bathtub and peach-scented shampoo."

  Chuckling, Went nodded. "I'm not going to say no to a naked activity with you."

  "Rock on. Hand over your clothes and I'll run a load." Chip understood wanting to be clean.

  "Yeah, cool." Went stripped, handing this clothes over with the messy parts folded in the middle.

  Chip chuckled--so fastidious--and got the wash started. Then he poured them both another cup of coffee and led Went into the bathroom.

  "You weren't lying, that's a great tub."

  "Isn't it? Light the candles and I'll turn on some music." Chip had all the amenities.

  Went did as he asked, fingers sliding over his skin as he bent over to turn on the water. He added a huge dollop of bubble bath, got out towels and put them on the warmer.

  "You have decadence down to an art," Went noted.

  "I love having the simple pleasures."

  Went climbed in with him, sinking down into the water and tugging him to lie against Went's chest. "This feels too good to be simple."

  Chip didn't agree. "Simple is amazing."

  "It's feeling pretty good from here."

  "Doesn't it?" He scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew. Chuckling, Went did the same.

  Then Went dipped his hands in the water and started touching, moving slickly on Chip's skin.

  "Oh, man. That's nice. Real nice." Chip approved.

  "I like touching you. I like how responsive you are. Makes me feel like I'm doing it right."

  "You totally are." They fit together like hand in glove, too.

  Went rubbed their cheeks together, hands still moving. "Do you read? Watch movies?"

  "I love reading--especially spy novels. You?"

  "I'm more into movies. Mostly late at night when I can't sleep."

  "I have a television in the bedroom. It's just hidden away. I don't have trouble sleeping, though." And if he did, he headed to the woods, to the mountains.

  "Most of my time is taken up with work, you know... I suppose there isn't a whole lot that I do besides work."

  "I get it, man. That was my life for years." Years. Until one day the center of his chest felt like it was going to crack open.

  "I'm starting to wonder if it's worth it, you know?" Went sighed.

  "Yeah?" Chip grabbed one of Went's hands and started to massage it.

  "Oh, man, that shouldn't feel as good as it does."

  He could almost feel Went melting behind him.

  "I know, right? It's like heaven." Chip dug in harder.

  "I would pay you to do this."

  "And you don't have to. I want to do it. Hell, it's good, to touch. Healing." Chip believed in the power of touch, of connection, of joy.

  "You going to heal me all up before I go home?"

  "I hope so. I hope you leave me relaxed and happy." It was kind of a thing, leaving people better than when he'd first met them.

  "I'm already feeling pretty close. Some bits are more relaxed than others." Went chuckled, pushed against him.

  "I do love a man with a nice recovery rate."

  "I told you it'd been a while, yeah? Maybe it's been pent up."

  "I'll uncork you." The words cracked them both up.

  "That sounded as rude as you meant it." Went began kissing his neck and shoulder, and Chip switched hands, focusing on Went's massage.

  Went's hums vibrated along his skin. God, this was easy. He'd had a lot of lovers, had even more friends, but this connection was something else.

  "Touching you is like breathing," Went murmured into his skin.

  "Yeah. Yeah, it's something else. There's chemistry here."

  "Yeah. I don't think I've ever felt anything like it. Not even with my ex."

  "No? That's sad and cool, all at once." Anything this good ought to be felt.

  "No. It was good. Really good right at the beginning. It didn't last, though. Good faded to okay faded to indifferent." Went sounded a little bit far away as he spoke of it.

  Chip didn't understand how anyone could be indifferent to this man, but what did he know?

  "Sometimes I think I've forgotten how to live." Went laughed humorlessly. "When I have time to think about it."

  Oh, that was the saddest thing he'd ever heard. "I remember that. I remember how that felt."

  "Yeah? How did you make the transition?"

  "I had surgery and I came here to recover. I never left. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the mountains soothed me."

  "I don't know about ridiculous. I can feel the magic here. Sounds like your warning shot was a lot more serious than mine."

  "It was. They thought for a minute that I was going to die." He'd been sure of it.

  "I'm glad you didn't."

  "God, me too!" Chip's laughter burst out of him. "How bad would that have sucked?"

  "I imagine you wouldn't have given a shit at that point." Went's arms wrapped around him, tugged him against the strong body in a hug. "I'd hate to have missed meeting this you."

  He flipped over, straddled Went's thighs. "You're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in eons."

  "Ditto. I love my work, but I guess I'm beginning
to wonder if I need more." Went's fingers traced his features, gaze following.

  "Work is fine, but it's not living, hmm?"

  "No." Went shook his head. "But if I say that, then I have no life."

  "We'll have to discover one for you, hmm? Try to?" Was that too much?

  "I'm open to discovery with you."

  "Rock on." He rubbed noses with Went.

  Chuckling, Went rubbed back, then tilted, stealing a kiss.

  Chip didn't know how long he'd have Went here, but he knew he was going to do his best to make it the best vacation ever.

  Went's hands slid along his back, right to his ass. Squeezing, Went tugged him closer, the water slapping gently at the sides of his tub.

  "Happy vacation, beautiful."

  He got an almost peaceful smile and their bodies started to move together, making that water threaten the lip of the tub.

  And if it spilled? Well, hell, he had lots of towels.

  Chapter 4

  The view was amazing, Went would admit that. Whether it was the bigger view of the mountains or the more immediate view of Chip's ass on the trail ahead of him. At the moment that was about all the good he could say about this hiking thing.

  He was hot--crazy hot--he had scratches from branches. There were bug bites. His leg muscles were beginning to protest mightily and his heart was beating like it was going to jump out of his chest. Fuck.

  "You ready for a sandwich and some water, beautiful?" Chip hadn't even broken a sweat.

  He didn't hesitate for a second before jumping at a break. "Yes." He didn't even care about the sandwich. He wanted that water. He stopped and dropped his pack immediately.

  Chip handed over a bottle of water, then pulled out a pair of low camp chairs, a tiny folding table.

  "Dude. You've got a whole fucking campsite in that pack." He'd started saying dude this morning, by accident. It fit Chip, though.

  "I totally do. I didn't bring the tent this time, though."

  Laughing, Went collapsed into one of the chairs and chugged back half the water. "You didn't tell me we were doing the hard trail."

  "Be grateful there's a trail, beautiful."

  He shot Chip a look, but Chip looked deadly serious.

  Chip pulled out sandwiches and some delicious-looking cookies and Went decided he was hungry after all. Now that he'd been sitting for a bit and had some water, he was feeling better.

  "We're in no hurry, going nowhere in particular, so we can sit as long as we want, enjoy the view."

  "Good, good. I think I'd like to enjoy the view for a while." He smiled at Chip, hoping Chip realized he was talking about Chip as much as if not more than the nature all around them.

  "Sure. It takes a little bit to get used to the altitude, you know."

  "Oh yeah? I thought I was just in shit shape." He felt better, hearing that, though.

  "You have to give yourself time to adjust."

  "Good to know." His heart finally stopped feeling like it was going to explode and he figured he was going to live.

  "Want a cookie?" Chip asked.

  "Dessert first, huh?" He nodded. "Yes. Please. Dessert first sounds like a great idea."

  "Oatmeal or chocolate chip?"

  "Oh, hell, I want one of each." He was here on vacation and, besides, you only lived once, right.

  Chip laughed, the merry sound filling the air and he got two cookies and a happy kiss. God, Chip made him feel good. He ate the oatmeal cookie first.

  Chip was stretched out, leaning back in the sunshine. Damn, but the man did it for him deep down inside, made him feel all warm and gooey inside. Crazy.

  "Where are we headed from here?" he asked, actually feeling like he might live through more hiking.

  "It depends. If we head up, there's a neat overlook where you can see the lake. If we head down, we'll go another route, with new views."

  "Do we have to come back up from the down?" Because damn, going down was tempting. If there wasn't a catch.

  "Nope. It'll funnel us out near the car."

  "If you don't think I'm a wimp, let's do the new views." He was pretty sure he should do that one even if it did make him a wimp. He finished his first cookie and started on the chocolate chip.

  "I don't think you're a wimp. Hell, I'm tickled you agreed to come."

  "I wanted to spend the time with you." Way more than he wanted to do work.

  "You think you might be interested in checking out of the hotel? Saying with me for the duration?"

  "Yes." Another question he didn't have to even think about to answer. Chip made this vacation a vacation.

  "Yeah? Rock on!" Chip's immediate joy was gratifying as fuck.

  "Yeah." He grinned back, relaxing in the chair, feeling like a dork, A happy dork, though. When was the last time he could say he was truly happy?

  Chip reached out, took his hand. He held on, their fingers twined together. They sat there like that for a while. Such a simple thing to feel so damn good.

  "This is the life, hmm?" Chip was practically purring.

  "Yeah." Who was he to argue? It was the best vacation he had ever had and it was promising to just get even better.

  He brought Chip's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. Chip smiled for him, looking at him like he was something special. Leaning over, he tipped his chair slightly to bring their lips together.

  "Hey, beautiful." Chip's lips tasted like chocolate.

  When Chip called him beautiful, he felt like he really was. "Hey." Went licked along Chip's lips again, then pressed his tongue in.

  He'd never done this, kissed a gorgeous man in the mountains under the sun. It felt decadent as hell. Chip opened for him and he moaned into the kiss. He'd walk up a mountain for this. It was worth it. Chip was worth it. Hell, he was worth it.

  He deepened the kiss, hand sliding on Chip's shoulders, going to his collar to slip beneath it and find skin.

  "Mmm." That was a pure, satisfied sound.

  "Too bad we don't have a bed out here," he noted.

  "Next time, we'll bring a couple of sleeping bags, hmm?"

  Oh, next time. Went liked the idea of that.

  And it wasn't like they had to be horizontal right now to get off. He slid his hand down to Chip's waist.

  "You ever been sucked off in the woods, man?" Chip asked.

  "No." But he suddenly wanted to. A lot.

  "No? It's amazing, so freeing."

  "I think I need to check this out for myself."

  "Yeah?" Chip had the best laugh.

  "Yeah. I want you to suck me off in the woods." More than he wanted anything else right this moment.

  "Oh, that's excellent because I'm all over blowing you."

  Went's hiking shorts were getting awfully tight. "Good, good."

  Chip settled on his knees in front of Went. "Show me your cock, beautiful."

  "You like it?" He undid his shorts, his cock pushing at his underwear like it was trying to get to the fresh air.

  "I do. I'm a fan." Chip leaned down and his cheek dragged along Went's shaft, the caress barely touched with stubble.

  Drawing in a breath, Went reveled in the feeling of Chip and sunshine on his skin.

  "Smell like my soap. I approve."

  "I like that I smell like you." It was incredibly sexy they were beginning to merge themselves with each other. Better than that, he loved that Chip had noticed.

  Holding the base of his prick, he rubbed it against Chip's lips. Chip opened, tongue flicking out to taste him.

  A shudder went through him and he moaned. "Yes. Please."

  "Sweet man." Chip groaned, sucking him in.

  Went didn't know about sweet, but he sure felt good. Licking his lips, he watched Chip work his cock. Chip had a look of pure bliss on his face. It was amazing, to have someone do something they loved so much and for it to bring so much pleasure to him.

  Moaning loudly, he touched Chip's cheek. The simple touch earned him a grin, Chip's lips stretching around his cock. F
uck, Chip was something else.

  He had to let Chip know. "Love your mouth."

  Chip's tongue worked his shaft in reply, moving constantly against his skin. His balls began to ache, drawing up against his body. Chip eased them down into their sacs, backing him off the edge.

  "Chip. Fuck." He dropped his head back, swallowing hard. God, those fingers promised to drive him mad.

  He spread his legs wider, hips humping with his need. Chip's fingers stroked his hole, teased him, played. He couldn't believe they were doing this out in the great outdoors. He wasn't about to stop Chip, though. No, quite the opposite, he wanted this more than anything else right now. The sun was shining on him, the breeze on his hot cheeks.

  He slid his fingers over Chip's face, over Chip's head, moans coming from him. Chip circled his hole, teased, touched, driving him crazy.

  "Oh fuck. Gonna make me come," he warned.

  Chip lifted his head, grinned. "That's the point, beautiful." Then Chip sucked Went in, pulled hard, tapping his hole.

  Crying out, his voice echoing in the trees, Went came, pouring himself into Chip. So decadent. This whole thing was so goddamn decadent.

  Panting, he kept touching Chip, fingers tracing the gorgeous features. His cock was cleaned, the touch almost painfully gentle.

  "What can I do for you, Chip?"

  "Offer to fuck me again when we get down the hill?"

  "Hell, yes, I will. Over the back of the car, in your bed, wherever you want."

  "Oooh. Choices!" Chip's joy made him laugh, hard and loud.

  He brought their mouths together, spilling his laughter into Chip's mouth. Thank God his assistant had chosen this amazing place for his vacation.

  "Do I get a few minutes recovery time before we're back to massive exercise?" He totally didn't want to have to worry about hiking just now.

  "Absolutely. We've got time."

  "Cool. You left me kind of melty here." He liked it, liked feeling lazy and good and not having to go anywhere or do anything.

  He liked Chip. A fucking lot. Maybe more than a lot.

  Chapter 5

  Eight days. Eight amazing days of hiking and hot tubbing. Laughing and dancing late at night. Making love for hours. It had been incredible. Chip was going to miss Went like a missing limb.

  "Honey, can I ask you something?"