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Chapter Eighteen

That evening, Cherokee decided they would go for a walk down the shore of the lake.

As much as Jovian thought they’d head back to the cabin and make love, Cherokee was definitely putting the brakes on, and that was okay, too. Someone wanted to get to know him.

When he was coming to collect Jovian, he had a strange feeling in his stomach. He thought he’d gotten food poisoning, but it didn’t hurt and wasn’t even uncomfortable.

He told Mike about it, and Mike laughed before he explained, “Does it feel like something is moving, maybe flying around?”

“Well…yeah! What is it? Am I dying?”

Mike fell back on his bunk, cracking up so he could barely speak. “No! Oh, God…Jovian!” He finally calmed his laughter and said, “It’s butterflies!”

“Butterflies? Did I swallow some damn bug in his primitive hellscape?”

“Oh, fuck, Jovian, no! You’ve never heard of it? Never had them? Butterflies in your stomach, waiting to see some guy you really like?”

He had, after he thought about it. “Oh! Is this that?”

“I think so. You don’t feel like puking, do you?”

“No.”

“Then, I’d guess that’s it.”

He told Cherokee about it as they walked along the shore. “You gave me butterflies in my stomach.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s cool.”

“It is?”

“Sure. It means you really like me.”

His huge hand had swallowed Jovian’s much smaller one as they walked hand in hand by the lapping water.

The air was cool enough to be nearly cold, and the moon was bright enough to see across the glistening water.

“I do really like you.”

“I think I know that. I like you that much.”

“I liked your class today. I liked the part about tying pieces of cloth to the trees.”

“Why?”

“Well, whenever I camp from now on, I’m bringing multicolored pieces, so I can make a bohemian forest.”

As Cherokee laughed, Jovian laughed with him.

“I like that.”

“And, I know from that old nursery rhyme, never leave breadcrumbs.”

“That’s a good tip.”

“Cherokee?”

He stopped and turned to listen to Jovian, giving him his full attention.

“If I ever get lost, maybe you could find me.”

“I don’t plan on losing you, baby.”

More butterflies, even as that yummy chill went up his spine looking into those icy, beautiful eyes. “Good.”

Sitting on the bank of the lake, far from the camp, far from anything, Jovian sat between Cherokee’s legs, and they watched the moon glinting off the water, watched fish coming to the surface to catch an insect for their late-night snack.

It made round ripples in the water that caught the light so perfectly, like someone had thrown Swarovski crystals on the surface and they floated there, sparkling just for him and Cherokee.

Cherokee’s arms were wrapped around him, keeping him warm, as the breeze brought cool air across his cheeks.

“This is so nice,” he whispered.

“It is. I always wished for someone to share this with.”

“Maybe it’s not so bad, living out here like this. The views are beautiful, and as long as I never have to see a bear, snake, or big mountain lion, it would be perfect.”

Cherokee kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear, “I’ll always protect you.”

Jovian felt the tears, but he refused them a trail down his face. Blinking them away, he snuggled into Cherokee and kissed both of his hands.

Well, those sweet little kisses turned into Cherokee, reciprocating on his neck. That only led to Jovian turning around to face him so their mouths could clash, and Cherokee’s hands on his hips…well, that just about did it.

Jovian pled, “Here, now, please?”

“Here? You’ll get dirty.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care at all,” he said before he kissed Cherokee hard, clutching at him, begging him with his lips, his hands and even his hips, as he moved them seductively.

Grinding into his crotch, Jovian felt Cherokee’s cock rising. He felt the man’s body respond to him and soon, he was lying on the dirt as the man kissed him deeply while still trying to get Jovian’s shirt over his head.

It was a bit of a wrestling match, culminating in a shirtless Jovian watching as Cherokee nibbled at his tiny nipples.

“God, that feels incredible!”

“Shh, I don’t know who’s around here. Don’t make me stuff your mouth with your shirt again.”

Biting his lips together made him laugh, and he laughed more, as Cherokee’s beard tickled his ribcage while he kissed there.

He wasn’t laughing, however, once Cherokee was naked. He watched every second of Cherokee’s striptease, standing over Jovian, tossing his shirt off into the dark, toeing off his sneakers, then his pants, briefs.

He got into his wallet and threw a condom at Jovian. “Put it on me, then you can ride me. Wouldn’t want your little ass to get too dirty, now, would we?”

“You’re dirty, and I enjoy you.”

“Nice. Do it anyway.”

On his knees, Jovian got the condom on Cherokee’s dick before Cherokee laid on the ground, waving his fingers for Jovian to climb on top of him.

Jovian did, getting Cherokee’s cock lined up with his hole, biting his bottom lip as he stared down at the gorgeous man. “You are just fire, Cherokee.”

“Am I? Do I keep you hot?”

“Oh, yeah. You keep me hot and give me chills. Every time I look in your eyes, I get a chill down my back. Did I tell you that?”

As he rubbed the sides of Jovian’s thighs, he whispered, “No. You didn’t.”

“Well, I do. I can’t shake it, but I don’t really want to.”

Before Cherokee could get out a response to that, Jovian pierced himself onto Cherokee’s dick and pushed down until the entire thing was shoved inside him, and he was seated on Cherokee solidly.

“Damn,” he growled, then laughed. “Surprised me!”

“I might keep surprising you.”

“I have no doubt of that.”

Jovian rode him like he was riding a bucking bull, hands on that chest as his fingers buried themselves in that thick fur.

Concentrating on squeezing with every thrust, Jovian was determined to give Cherokee the ride of his life.

Watching the man’s face, it had the desired effect. His face was slack with ecstasy one second, then scrunched up, as if he were in pain the next. His hands were solidly on Jovian’s hips, as if he were in charge of the fucking.

Jovian had little doubt that he’d ever fucked without being in charge of it, but on that evening, on that shore, Jovian held the cards.

It was empowering, riding him, watching him enjoy himself. Sure, he could fuck with the best of them, but for him to enjoy giving up that little bit of control, Jovian was sure it was strange for him.

The way it felt, pushing down on that dick, pulling up and squeezing even harder. It was a workout, but well worth the sweat breaking out over his body.

Laying over him, he stopped fucking, just letting the cock rest inside him while he kissed Cherokee long and deeply. His mouth was perfect, his hands held Jovian’s face, and the more they kissed, the more Jovian knew he was in love with the guy.

That sent chills over him, almost as riveting as Cherokee’s eyes. That chill was all fear, but then…like he’d read Jovian’s mind, Cherokee broke the kiss to say, “You’re making me fall for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Jovian, you’re beautiful, sexy, and smart. And you fuck me so good…”

Jovian sat back up and started riding again, letting that rough rub of Cherokee’s cock over his prostate push the nagging thoughts from his head.

After his head fell back, he opened his eyes to see the millions of stars in the sky. How every single one of them were in on their coupling, watching, lighting the darkness just enough that it didn’t engulf them.

The two of them were the only people in the entire world. On that shore, Jovian’s ass filled with a thick cock, hands in a nest of fur as the sounds of Cherokee’s grunting growls blocked out even the crickets and breeze.

Cherokee sat up and they held one another while the fucking went on, kissing deeply, a hand cupping each globe of his ass. Jovian’s arms wrapped around Cherokee tightly, and he felt more connected to Cherokee than he felt about himself most days.

Cherokee got him. He saw the best in him. Maybe more than anything, that got to his heart. That someone didn’t just see the spoiled kid inside and outside of Jovian, but saw deep where emotions and pain lived.

When they were both lying on the shore, panting loud breaths, He was still close to the man. His face rested on a moist chest, and that was unlike him too. He hated his own sweat, but someone else’s? Gross.

Cherokee’s however…it was beautiful like everything else about him.

“We need a bath.”

“Well, we could go to your house, but the camp is closer.”

“Nah. I say we do a little skinny dipping.”

Jovian huffed in horror. “Not a chance.”

“Smelly fish piss?”

“Yes! I’m not going in there with my dick and ass covered, let alone naked, so little fish can swim…up in the holes and stuff.”

“God, Jovian, there is not one fish or anything else that does that around here. You’re thinking of South America.”

Before Jovian could say a word, Cherokee was on his feet, scooping Jovian off the ground and carrying him to the water.

Slapping at his arm, Jovian cried, “No! I am not going in there!”

“Yeah, you are.”

The slashing sounds of Cherokee wading in let him know he had lost the little bit of control he’d had while fucking the man, and soon he was feeling the drops hit him as Cherokee waded deeper.

“We can’t swim here!”

“I know this lake better than anyone. Not over ten feet deep and it’s safe all around the lake.”

He was plunged into the icy cold water, and he came back up, shivering and snarling. “How dare you!”

Then Cherokee took him into his strong arms and Jovian got so warm so quickly, he felt like melting. “Better?”

“I’m still in smelly fish piss, but…yeah. Better.”

“Good. Now, we’ll get washed up a little and then…well, I’m taking you back to the cabin. You have classes besides mine tomorrow.”

“Boating safety. I don’t like boats unless they’re yachts.”

“You’ve been on a yacht?”

“No, but…I’m sure I’d like them.”

Cherokee’s laugh felt like it was echoing off all the hills, and Jovian snuggled in this chest. “Baby boy, tomorrow night, I’ll bring to you to the house. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You don’t mind not going tonight?”

“Of course, I mind, but I understand. I have a lot going tomorrow, and I will need an extra long shower after…this.”

“Okay. Well, let’s get you home.”

At the outer edge of the camp, he was kissed deeply before Cherokee bid him goodbye. He floated back to the cabin to see everyone already asleep.

He thought he’d lie in the bunk for hours, just thinking about Cherokee, but he surprisingly fell to sleep right away and woke refreshed.

Everyone was gone to breakfast, and Jovian discovered he was starving. He dressed and stuck Mike’s cap on his head, unwilling to have his hair seen before he’d washed it and readied it to be seen.

In the Mess Hall, Alan, Kathy and Mike were sitting together, laughing, and he joined them. “What’s funny?”

They were shocked to see him so early. “Well, what has you up with the birds, and in my hat?” Mike asked, laughing.

“I woke up with my stomach growling. That is an unwanted noise coming from me, so I’m eating before I shower.”

“How was your date?” Kathy asked.

“It was perfect. The guy is totally into me,” he bragged.

They ate, and yes, they gossiped. One of the other campers was also having a love affair, and three people had accidentally walked in on them in the woods.

“Who?” Jovian demanded.

“That Bradley Parsons and Luke Bennington.”

“Luke…I know him, but who is Parsons?”

“Tall dude in Cabin B.”

Jovian remembered him. He wasn’t just tall; he was extraordinarily tall. “Isn’t he like almost seven feet?”

“That’s the one. And Luke, well, he’s kinda tiny, like you, Jovian. Opposites attract in this camp,” Mike said.

“Opposites, like who else?”

“You and Coach,” Alan said. You’re as different as you can be.”

“I’m not all that different from him. Sure, he’s bigger, but not that much bigger, and who knows? I might someday grow hair on my chest. Of course, I’ll shave it off if I do, but…”

“Sure, Jovian, that’s the only difference,” Alan teased.

“Oh, the outdoorsy thing, right? Well, I swam in the lake last night. Does that get me closer?”

They all stared at him, jaws on the floor.

“He forced me! I didn’t do it willingly!”