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Cody

After breakfast, we decided to go for a little hike in the woods. I had a plan to make things, shall we say, a little more interesting. I wanted to help Rafael clear his mind. What better way to do that than rough sex in the woods?

Rafael was still a little rattled by it all. I think our conversation also made him think about things he may have known but didn’t want to know. I’ll be candid, I had to school my features when Rafael told me about his parents doing absolutely nothing for him after Mattie died. He’d already gone through so much in his life, and it had been especially chaotic for the past twenty-four hours. The last thing he needed was me railing on and on about how his parents were two big morons.

A conversation with Hank was definitely in my not-so-distant future. I’ve always known that Hank felt guilty for how things transpired between him and Rafael. Allowing Rafael to live with us gave Hank the chance to reconcile with Rafael. However, I hadn’t seen him do a whole hell of a lot other than suggesting trips to the rink.

I knew it wasn’t any of my business; they’re a family that suffered a significant tragedy, but Rafael was my business now. Perhaps Hank needed a little guidance to rectify the situation. I was by no means an expert, but I did have experience helping adults figure out how to…well, be adults.

I’ll take a parentified child for 300.

But all that could happen later. Rafael and I had a week alone. I planned to take full advantage of that.

The forest smelled of sweet pine and the fresh afterscent of rain. Our boots sank into the wet soil beneath our feet, and the cacophonous buzzing, creaking, and chirping of the woodland creatures echoed around us.

“It’s nice out here,” Rafael mused.

It’s about to get a lot nicer. “Hey, wanna play a game?” I asked.

Rafael raised a brow. “What kind of game?” He questioned. I was surprised he didn’t immediately know what I was suggesting.

I released a devilish grin and said, “A fun one.” I added a wink to drive it home.

Rafael stopped mid-step. “Fuck, that’s so hot, Cody.”

I crept closer and whispered, “Tag, you’re it.”

And I was off. I darted around trees and brush as fast as possible. I heard his cackle behind me and his boots pounding into the damp soil.

I wanted it to be a challenge. Rafael’s competitive side would emerge, and he’d get focused and frustrated. Nothing felt better than getting nailed into oblivion by Rafael when he was frustrated.

I heard him cry out, “I’ll get you, you little brat.”

My giggling slowed me down. Rafael’s footsteps grew louder.

“We’ll see about that,” I shouted back. That would do it. Those thick legs of his were about to go into overdrive. He had a point to prove.

I could make out a clearing in the distance. A perfect place for Rafael to ravish me. Also, fewer pine needles.

I breached the border of the clearing, just as the beast descended upon me. Rafael tackled me to the ground. The damp dirt splashed and covered us both. I pushed his chest, attempting to free myself. He snagged my ankle as he fell backward, pulling me along the mud. He flipped me onto my back and said, “I’ve been waiting for this,” and smeared a handful of mud across my face. I grabbed a fistful and threw it at him. We rolled around in the mud, laughing as we wrestled. I’d torn his ever-present black tank, so I yanked at it. The entire thing ripped clean off his body, revealing his taut abs and big chest. His biceps flexed, and the veins of his forearms bulged from the struggle.

I reached up and smeared the dirt over his perfect torso. His eyes flashed like a wolf’s, and his lips curled into an evil smirk.

Rafael dove on top of me and tore my shirt down the middle. I wasn’t letting up so easily, though. I fought off his arms as he tried to take off my pants. He was going to have to earn it. Rafael picked me up and tossed me on the ground. Thankfully, the forest floor was essentially a swamp due to the rain. It softened all of our tumbles onto the ground.

Rafael flipped me onto my stomach and pressed my face into the mud. He was winning, and I really wanted him to win. With one arm holding me down, he used the other to tear off my pants.

Once my ass was exposed, he picked me up by the legs wheelbarrow style and feasted on my ass. His breath hitched when his tongue made contact with my asshole. I’d prepped before the walk, so my ass was fully lubed and ready. He definitely noticed.

“You naughty, naughty boy,” he remarked. With that, he let go of my legs and pounced.

His hand wrapped around my throat as he pushed his thick cock inside me. I released a guttural moan as he breached the ring of muscle and slid in.

He maneuvered us to a doggy position and switched from gripping my throat to pulling my hair. I was on all fours in the middle of the forest with Rafael pounding me from behind while clutching my hair.

“Yes, Rafael. Fuck me like you still hate me.”

“You filthy fucking whore. I love you so much.”

He fucked me mercilessly, pounding hard and fast. His hips slapping against my ass echoed off the trees. The hand gripping my hair reached for my throat, and his other hand joined it. With both hands, he choked me while demolishing my asshole.

“Who do you belong to?” he screamed.

“You!”

“Forever”, he added.

“Forever!”

“You want my fucking load?”

“Mark me. Own me, Rafael. Make me yours.”

His hips came to an abrupt stop, and he released a cry that could have woken the dead. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum

His hand found my hair, and he pulled me up to embrace me. His mouth found mine, and his tongue swirled in my mouth, taking over and showing me he owned every part of me.

He pulled his cock out, carefully, then pushed me to the ground. With one hand, he flipped me onto my back. His mouth swallowed my aching cock as two fingers entered my ass. He fucked me with his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure on my prostate, while he hollowed his cheeks and slid his mouth up and down my length.

I came with a scream, my asshole flexing around his fingers.

He released his mouth from my dick looked up at me with his perfect blue eyes. My release covered his lips like gloss. Even covered in cum and mud, he still looked beautiful.

I rose and kissed him, tasting my salty release on his lips.

Still kneeling in the mud, we embraced as we each caught our breath.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

“That I’m yours forever?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure did, baby.”

Rafael planted another kiss on me, this one sweet and gentle. He looked me in the eyes and said, “My angel.”

Rafael

We emerged from the forest, covered in mud from head to toe. Cody’s arm was wrapped around my shoulder and mine, his waist. Our strolling along the grass toward the cabin matched the languid walk of an old couple who’d been together for decades. With no care in the world, we simply walked, enjoying each other’s company.

“You’re my angel,” I whispered in his ear.

Cody stopped and turned to face me. “You’re my everything, Rafael. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I didn’t even know it, but I fell in love with you the day Hank put your picture on the mantel.”

I kissed him sweetly and replied, “I think I had a thing for you all those years ago at the wedding. I confused it with jealousy, but it was something else. You stirred something that scared me even then, and I fought it for the next two years.”

I trailed a finger along his shoulder and down his side. “You’re so beautiful, Cody.”

“Rafael, you’re the hottest man alive.”

Fuck, that made me feel so smug. My chest puffed up like a cartoon character.

I leaned in and kissed him, catching his delicious mewling sounds with my mouth. His lips were so sweet. I loved kissing him. I slid my hand up his shirt and played with his nipple. His hand found my crotch. We fondled each other, and our kissing grew more passionate. His moaning intensified and—

“Oh, my God!”

Cody and I pulled apart and saw Hank and Jill standing at the top of the hill, watching us mouth-fuck each other. Jill had a plastic container for baked goods that she dropped. The cake inside lay in a heap on the ground.

“Jesus Christ,” Hank added as his mouth rose to cover his mouth.

Cody and I fumbled to get away from each other.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Cody yelled.

“Oh my God,” Jill gasped, her hands trembling as she staggered backward.

Hank wrapped an arm around Jill and said, “Honey, wait for me in the front yard while I talk to the boys.”

She ran into the house, and Hank approached. “Well. I can’t say I’m terribly surprised, but Jill certainly is.” Hank continued, “Why don’t you boys clean yourselves off. Then, we’ll discuss this…situation.”

Cody and I looked at each other before I said, “Guess we’re ripping off the band-aid today, huh?”