Chapter Five Continuedā¦
We walked up to the main house and through the front door. Blake was once again in awe, his eyes wide as he took everything in. āDude, this is nicer than both of our houses back in the city; what the fuck?ā he said, staring out the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led to the backyard, where the pool stretched out under the sun.
I just laughed, shaking my head. āYeah, weāve definitely updated it and tried to keep it nice. We spend most Christmases up here. Thatās about the only time weāre all here together.ā
Blake nodded, still looking impressed as he glanced around the place. I could see him mentally comparing this our places in the city, and yes, there was no denying this place had its own kind of charm. My mom had done an excellent job keeping it up to date.
I led him up to the second floor and showed him to his room. āThis is you,ā I said, opening the door to a spacious guest room that had a view of the lake. Blake tossed his bag on the bed and grinned.
āNot bad,ā he said, looking out the window.
I left him to settle in and headed downstairs to the main bedroom, where I put all my stuff. It felt good to be back here, even with the strange feeling lingering in the background. Maybe getting unpacked and settled would help shake it off.
I put the few clothes Iād brought with me into the drawers alongside the other stuff I always left here, then tossed my bathroom kit in the bathroom. After that, I laid back on the bed for a second, letting the comfort of the place sink in. It felt good to be back, but as soon as I relaxed, my dick had other plans. It didnāt take long for it to start growing, hardening against my shorts like it knew exactly what time it was.
What the hell, I thought, glancing at the door. Blakeās probably going to be a few minutes, plenty of time. I spread my legs wide, one foot on each corner of the bed, the cool air brushing against my skin as I untied my shorts, undoing the Velcro that held them together. I slipped my hand inside, wrapping it around my thickening shaft, and gave it a few slow strokes.
It felt good, my body immediately responding as I got lost in the moment. The tension from the day, the lingering uneaseāit all melted away as my cock swelled in my hand. But just as I was starting to get into it, lost in that headspace, the door to the bedroom flew open with a loud bang.
āHoly shit, dude!ā Blakeās voice cut through the room like a shockwave.
I practically jumped, ripping my hand away from my cock like Iād been caught in the most obvious act. I tried to play it cool, but it was way too obvious what I was doing. My shorts were untied, my legs spread wide, and I was facing the damn door for Christās sake. What the fuck was I thinking?
Blake just kept laughing, clearly amused, not bothered at all. āWe can do that later,ā he said, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe. āLetās grab some food and go explore.ā
At first, I didnāt even register what he saidāI was just relieved he wasnāt making a big deal out of it. Blake had always been easygoing, and it didnāt seem like he actually saw anything. My dick was still tucked inside my shorts, just untied enough to give me a little room to move. But then, his words started to sink in.
We can do that later.
Waitā¦ WE?
What did he mean by āweā? My mind started racing. Did he mean we could jerk off together? Was he suggesting something? Or did he just mean we could do it separately, like it was no big deal? My brain went into overdrive trying to figure it out, the possibilities spinning in my head.
I could still feel the heat of my half-hard cock pressing against my shorts as I scrambled to tie them back up, trying to act like none of this had phased me. But Blakeās words kept echoing in my mind. We can do that later.
As I followed him into the kitchen, I tried to break the tension by saying, āI was just itching an itch down there.ā
Blake laughed as he rummaged through the fridge. āSure, man. Must have been a strong itch,ā he teased, not missing a beat.
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to laugh it off but still feeling the tension. āWhat did you think I was doing?ā I asked, my voice more casual than I felt, trying to feel out the situation.
Blake turned to face me, still grinning. āLooked like you were going to town on yourself,ā he said, almost too casually.
I laughed, but I was nervous, and I could feel my heart racing. My brain was tired of trying to figure out whether he knew exactly what he was doing or if he was oblivious. So, before I could stop myself, I blurted out, āThen why did you say āweā could do that later? Are āweā going to jerk off laterā¦ together or something?ā
My confidence faltered as the words left my mouth, but I needed to know.
Blake laughed again, shaking his head. āDude, I said what I said. Itās whatever. Stop overthinking shit; he paused to chuckle before adding, āI can always tell when your brainās doing that thing where you try to figure out all the possible meanings or ways a situation can go. Just relax.ā
I stared at him, trying to process it. Blake had always been hard to read, but something about the way he said thatācasual but with an edgeāleft me wondering if I was reading into this the right way. I grabbed a bottle of water, trying to focus on anything else, but his words kept running through my head as I leaned against the counter.
āItās whateverā¦ā
Shit, I was doing it again.
Blake closed the fridge and turned to me, grinning as if nothing had happened. āSo, whatās the plan? Are we going on a hike, or are we taking the four-wheelers?ā
I shook off what had just happened, trying to refocus. āWe could do whatever. Weād need to walk up to the workshop and grab the four-wheelers if thatās what you want to do, or we could hike around. Itās up to you.ā
Blake thought about it for a second before nodding. āThe four-wheelers sound fun. Is there a good spot to watch the sunset? Maybe we could end up there?ā
I grinned, appreciating that he wanted to make the most of the evening. āYeah, there are a couple spots. We can go up to the top of the hills. Thereās a little clearing in the trees on the backside, perfect for sunsets.ā
Blake raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his bare chest. āDo I need to throw on a shirt or change shorts?ā
I laughed, shaking my head. āNot unless you want to. Iām just going to wear my swimsuit.ā
He shrugged, satisfied with the answer, and we both got ready. I grabbed a small backpack and threw in some water bottles, a couple of beers, and a few snack bars. Once we were set, we headed out, both of us just wearing our shorts and trainers.
The air was warm as we made our way toward the workshop, and the sun was already starting to dip lower in the sky. It felt good to be out there, and the tension of earlier was starting to fade as we got ready for the ride.
We started walking up towards the workshop, and as we got closer, I noticed the door was left wide open. My gut immediately tightened, and out of habit, I turned to Blake. āHang on a sec, wait here.ā
He raised an eyebrow. āWhy? Whatās up?ā
āSomeone left the door open,ā I said, my voice more serious than I intended. āItās never left open.ā
Blake just laughed, brushing it off like it was no big deal. āDude, weāre in the middle of nowhere, on a private island. Bobby probably just forgot to shut it. He was here earlier, right?ā
I paused, trying to take that in. Bobby was here earlier, getting things ready for us, but he never left things unlocked, let alone wide open. Thatās when I remembered Bobby did mention Robert, his son, was around somewhere fixing something. And Robert? He was the kind of guy whoād definitely leave a door open. Bobby was always on him about being scattered, leaving tools lying around, and forgetting to lock up.
Blake saw me thinking and piped in again. āSeriously, man, relax. Weāre not in some crime-ridden area. Itās just us here.ā
I exhaled, letting out a laugh, and forced myself to relax a little. āYeah, youāre right. Iām probably just overthinking it.ā
But the second we stepped inside the workshop, I noticed something elseāthere was only one four-wheeler where there were supposed to be two. My gut clenched again, but this time, I tried to push it aside. That must be what Bobby said Robert was fixing, I told myself, trying not to let the unease creep back in.
I glanced at Blake, who was completely unfazed. He was already checking out the four-wheeler, ready to get going. āGuess Robertās working on the other one,ā I said, more to convince myself than him.
Blake grinned and hopped onto the one we had, pretend revving the engine with a quick laugh. āWell, oneās all we need, right?ā
I smiled, trying to shake off the feeling again. āYeah, letās do this. Youāre in the back, though.ā
Blake just laughed as he slid back on the seat, āI prefer being big spoon anyways.ā
I hopped on the four-wheeler, started it up, and checked the gas and all the other gauges. Everything looked goodāthe tank was full, which made me believe Robert had left the door open, probably while working on the other four-wheeler. That thought eased my nerves a little.
I slowly backed out of the workshop through the large garage door, and Blake hopped off for a second to close it before climbing back on.
Now, if youāve never been on a four-wheeler, let me say the seat is relatively small. With two people riding, youāve got no choice but to be pretty close. Really close.
Blakeās muscular thighs, bare thanks to the small swim trunks he was rocking, were pressed up against either side of mine. His chest, also bare, was warm against my back. As we started up the small hill behind the workshop, heading into the open land behind the main property, Blake wrapped his thick, veiny arms around my waist, his hands resting firmly against my abs.
The whole thing was pretty casual, but with every bump and jostle of the ride, I couldnāt help but notice how tight we were pressed together. At one point, I felt something rubbing against my lower back. I tried to tell myself it was just his shorts, not to overthink it, and definitely not to get too excited. But with Blake this close, his body against mine, it was hard to keep my mind from wandering.
I shifted slightly, trying to focus on the trail ahead as the four-wheeler hummed beneath us. The landscape opened up as we hit the trail, but my mind was still back on the feeling of Blakeās chest, his thighs, and the slight pressure at my back.
We rode around the island for a while, and I gave Blake the full tour, showing him all the little nooks and crannies that made this place special to me. We passed the old boathouse, the stretch of trees that gave us all the privacy we needed, and the rolling hills covered in tall grasses and wildflowers. We stopped a few times, stretched our legs, and took in the views. It was peaceful, the kind of place that always grounded me.
Blake stayed quiet for the most part, listening as I shared bits of my history and memories that tied me to this place. It wasnāt anything special to him, but to me, it meant everything.
There wasnāt anything overtly sexual about riding around together. It just feltā¦ right. Blake and I had been close friends for a while, but lately, weād gotten really close. Weād shared just about everything, from problems to secrets to workouts that involved us being nearly naked most of the time. And honestly? It wasnāt weird. In fact, it felt natural. Here we were, riding around on my favorite island, our bodies close, and none of it felt off. There wasnāt a single awkward moment. It felt easy.
Thatās when it started to hit me. The realization that had been building for a while.
Blake was the one who started us working out in our jocks. He was the one who suggested I join him. After that, he suggested we keep doing it. There was the time he admitted to getting a chub mid-workout, and I had just brushed it off as no big deal. Then there was the fact that he started buying even smaller jocks, more revealing than the ones we started with. He even started wearing a fucking cock ring and asked if Iād noticed.
All those moments suddenly stacked up in my mind, clear as day. Heād admitted to checking me out. And then there was that conversation in the truck on the way hereāBlake saying he was trying to be more open-minded about things, even about stuff of a sexual nature. And finally, today, in the bedroomāhe said, āWE can do that later,ā when referring to jerking off. Not I, but WE.
I was done overthinking it. Blake was an intelligent guyāhe couldnāt have been oblivious to all the signs he was putting out there. He had to know. He had to want this just as much as I did.
I wasnāt sure why it hadnāt clicked sooner. But right now, with the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the weight of his arms around my waist, and the way everything just felt easy, I couldnāt shake the thought. All those little signs, all those small momentsāthey werenāt just accidents. They meant something. And for the first time, I wasnāt going to second-guess it.
Blake wasnāt just testing the waters anymore. He was showing me, in his own way, that he was in. That he was open to whatever was going to happen between us.
I wasnāt going to question it anymore.
We pulled up to the clearing I had told him about earlier, the perfect spot to watch the sunset. I positioned the four-wheeler sideways so we could both lean back against it, facing the horizon. The air had cooled a little, the breeze light as it rustled through the trees. Blake and I popped open the two beers we brought, clinking the bottles together with casual ācheers,ā and settled in to take in the view.
The sky was a masterpiece of colorāthose clouds that looked like teddy bears and dinosaurs had started to turn pink and orange, their soft edges catching the last rays of sunlight. Ahead of us, the sun was slowly dipping behind the mountains, painting the sky in a bright, fiery orange-pink that spread out across the horizon.
Blake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. āHoly shit, dude. This is probably one of the best sunsets Iāve ever seen,ā he said, his voice quiet but full of awe.
I leaned into him, the moment feeling so natural, so easy. But then, without even thinking, before my brain had time to process what my body was doing, I turned my chest toward him. My hands moved to either side of his neck, my fingers threading gently through the hair at the back of his head. My thumbs rested just behind his jaw as I tilted my head, and before I knew it, our lips touched.
Have you ever done something so shocking to yourself that you almost donāt even recognize that youāre doing it? You put yourself out there so far, and itās like time stops. The moment drags on, and in that space, you start freaking out, thinking, āOh shit!ā but youāve lost control of your movements, and youāre just stuckā¦ This wasnāt one of those moments, not exactly.
The next thing I knew, I heard Blakeās beer hit the ground, the liquid splashing up on my leg as the bottle hit the grass. But he didnāt pull away. In fact, Blake turned toward me, his hands finding their way to my neck, just like mine were on his. And he was kissing me back. Slowly, almost as if unsure at first, like he was feeling it out. But for a second, he was right there with me.
And then, just as quickly as it started, he began to pull away. At first, it was slow, like he didnāt fully register what was happening. But then it seemed to hit him all at onceāwhat just happened, what he had just been a part of. He leaned back, his lips parting from mine, and let out a small, nervous chuckle.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, his other covering his mouth. He didnāt look at me, though. His eyes were fixed on the ground as if he were trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
I didnāt know what to say. My heart was racing, his taste still on my lips. But I couldnāt read himāwhether he was freaking out or just trying to process it like I was.
For a second, Blake didnāt say anything, just staring at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. My heart was still racing, the taste of his lips lingering in a way that made my head spin. I waited, unsure of what was going through his mind.
Then, as casually as if nothing had happened, Blake finally spoke, though he still wasnāt looking at me. āSoā¦ what do you think for dinner? We could grill or check whatās in the fridge.ā His voice was even, but something felt off. He was brushing it off like the kiss was just a blip. My heart sank a little, wondering if Iād just made a colossal mistake.
āUhā¦ dinner?ā I said, trying to play it cool, but my mind was still racing, stuck on the moment that had just passed between us.
Blake nodded, glancing at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the sunset. āYeah, Iām starving. We could get the grill going or maybe make something quick.ā
I stared at him, trying to make sense of it. My chest tightened, and for a second, I thought Iād completely misread everything. Maybe Blake really was just playing it off; perhaps that kiss didnāt mean what I thought it did.
But before I could process it further, something shifted in his body language. He dropped the casual act, the tension suddenly palpable again. Without warning, Blake turned toward me, his hand moving to my face as his fingers slid to the back of my neck, mirroring what I had done before. And then, before I could react, he kissed me again.
This time, it wasnāt careful or hesitant. It was urgent as if he had been holding back the whole time. His grip was firm, his breath hot against my lips, and all the doubt I had about what just happened disappeared. Blake wanted this. He wasnāt brushing it off anymore.
The kiss was electric and raw, taking me by surprise. My hand found his chest, my fingers curling into the warmth of his skin, and I felt the beat of his heart against my palm. For a moment, everything else faded awayāthe sunset, the island, the thoughts running wild in my head. It was just him and me.
Then, just as quickly as it started, Blake pulled back, breathing a little heavier, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of emotion I couldnāt quite read. He took a moment, then quietly asked, āSoā¦ whatās next?ā
I couldnāt help itāI laughed, the sound escaping before I even thought about it. Blake looked at me, confused, until I finally spoke. āWell, first, we have to get back to the house before it gets completely dark. These four-wheelers donāt exactly have the best headlights, you know.ā
He blinked, then broke into a grin, shaking his head. āOf course, thatās what youād say,ā he said, but I could see the relief in his eyes. The tension dissolved into something lighter, something easier.
āHey, priorities,ā I teased, giving him a playful shove. I got back on the four-wheeler and looked over my shoulder, my eyes catching his. āBut after thatā¦ weāll figure it out.ā
Blake laughed, climbing on behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist like before. This time, though, it felt different. It felt right. The tension from the TWO kisses was still there, but it wasnāt the awkward kindāit was anticipation like we were both on the same page now.
As we started back toward the house, the fading light casting long shadows over the hills, I knew two things for sure: first, I was right, and he did want this. Second, weād just crossed a line we werenāt going to be able to ignore. And whatever came next? I was ready for it.
End Chapter Five
