Chuckling, Went finally turned away from the view and sat. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Nah. This is simple. Nothing complicated."
"That seems true about a lot of your life," Went noted.
"You know it. Peace. Snow. Water. Life. Sex."
"You're not bored? After the rat race, coming to this?"
"God, no." Chip brought the plates over and sat. "I ski and hot tub. Swim. Kayak. Hike. I'm in my tent for weeks at a time."
Went shook his head. "I don't know if I could let it all go like that. Hell, I'm supposed to be on vacation and I brought work with me. This here today with you is the first time I've taken off since I got here three days ago."
"I guess it's not for everyone, but I need it. I got tired of working myself to death." Chip wanted to live.
"I'm not sure I'd know what to do with myself. I turned all my focus to work when I split with my ex a few years back."
"Yeah?" He settled in, put strawberry jam on his toast, and let himself listen.
"It came out of left field, you know? We'd been together like forever. Back when we were starving students."
Chip winced. Oh, that had to hurt.
"Yeah." Went gave him a wry smile. "Work saved me."
"How long's it been?"
"Six years."
"Long time." Long enough that this wasn't a rebound deal, so that was cool. Not that Chip couldn't do this if it was. He was easy and the man did it for him.
"Yeah. And it's not like I'm pining or anything. But I threw myself into work back when it happened and I guess I never figured out how to do anything else." Went shrugged, gave him a smile. "You're the first guy who wasn't a back of the club thing in a lot of years."
"I'm glad you took a chance. You like to hike?" He wasn't going to ask about work. It stressed Went out and he didn't really care about false things like titles.
"I don't know. I used to hike when I was a kid."
"You want to go out, you let me know. I'm thinking about a long hike tomorrow, heading up into the mountains." Chip loved hiking, especially this time of year when there weren't a lot of tourists about.
"Follow your ass around? That sounds like such a hardship." Went winked. "I wouldn't want to slow you down, though."
"So what if you do? It's not a race." He was going to take a long walk, eat a sandwich, jack off--or if he was lucky, get laid.
"I should probably dig in and work, but I'm going to take you up on this hike instead."
"Fucking A. So we got plans tomorrow, you want to have plans tonight?" Might as well enjoy this while he had it.
Oh, look at that grin. Went was liking how he was thinking. "I do."
"Rock on." Chip couldn't stop smiling. There was something about Went, something familiar, something that resonated with him.
Smiling right back, Went ate his food, foot sliding over to touch his. The eggs were good, the bread better, and the company rocked. When they were done, Went helped him do the dishes.
"You want to go outside and watch the stars?" he asked.
That had Went chuckling. "You romancing me now? Because I promise, I'm a sure thing."
"Nope, just offering the best view in the entire fucking world."
"Okay, then. Let's see it." Went's hand slid around his waist.
They leaned together for a second, then he moved them outside to the lounge chairs.
"Oh, nice." Went sat in one of the chairs and leaned it back until he was almost lying down.
There were blankets in the garden box, and he tossed one over Went, then went to sit himself.
"Thanks, man. The stars are amazing."
"Yeah. I spend a lot of evenings out here." Snow or heat, it was a nightly thing for the most part.
The chairs were close and Went reached out, put a hand on his thigh.
"Mmm. Your hand is warm, beautiful."
"So's your skin." Went stroked his thigh a moment before his hand stilled again.
Chip sipped his coffee and just zoned, loving the sounds of nature, the look of the stars, the feel of the wind. After a while, Went's hand started moving, sliding softly. Chip let his legs part, encouraging more.
"Mmm. I've never met anyone sexy as you." Curling his fingers, Went slid them along his inner thigh.
"I know what I like and I like sex."
"It's hot." Went moved his fingers up, teasing his balls through his jeans.
"Oh, honey. That's nice."
"Yeah." Went continued upward, tracing his cock.
Chip sucked in his belly, hoping Went wanted in. Sure enough, those questing fingers slid up to his waistband and popped the button on his jeans.
"Mmm." Yay. What excellent instincts.
The zipper proved to be a little harder for Went, hand bumping against his cock as Went tried to tug it down.
"Let me help." Chip was all about assistance. He eased his zipper down, pulled his mostly hard cock out.
"Perfect." Went's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
"Oh, man..." That dragged just right, lighting him up.
Went's thumb moved back and forth across the tip of his cock. That started a tingle that grew into a sweet, rich burn.
"You've got a sweet cock." Went explored it, fingers everywhere.
"Th...thank you." Oh, he loved a nice, slow warm up.
Shifting to his side, Went, pushed his hand down into Chip's underwear to stroke his balls.
"Oh, damn. Yeah." Chip pushed his jeans down, shimmying out of them. He had a blanket.
Went laughed, but it didn't sound mean at all, more happy and turned on.
"I hope you aren't into playing hard to get," Chip teased.
"I was pretty easy to get earlier..."
"I'm infinitely easy to get." He pushed into Went's touch.
Went's mouth closed over his, hand wrapping hard around his prick and jacking him. Chip moaned, body wanting to move closer, but he was stuck in his chair. Moving too slowly, Went eased his hand along Chip's hard flesh. It was deliciously maddening and wonderful all at the same time.
Went's kisses were wonderful, too, long and almost lazy. Chip ended up on his side, so he could rock his hips without tipping over.
"Your chairs gonna hold up?" Went asked.
"I hope so." He grinned over, chuckling softly.
Went grinned back at him, the smile pressing against his own in a sloppy kiss. Went's hair tickled his palm, the shape of the man's head fitting in his hand just so, and Went's moans filled his mouth, the hand around his cock squeezing harder. Oh, hell yeah. He tilted Went's head, deepening the kiss.
Thumb working the tip of his cock, Went rocked against him, their chairs creaking. They were going to lose it and he didn't care. Went jacked him harder, hand moving quickly, knuckles dragging along his belly.
"Beautiful. Close, huh?" Chip warned. "Real close."
"Yeah?" Went loosened his hold. "You gonna be good to go again? I'd like to taste you."
"Uh-huh." Oh, fuck yes.
"Okay, then." Went's hand tightened up on him again, dragging on his cock in the most delicious way. The movements were echoed by the sweet thrust of Went's tongue into his mouth. Went made him dizzy, made him soar.
Hand moving faster, Went was clearly determined to make him come. Chip panted, over and over, breathing harshly into Went's lips. Went's free hand slid up between them, fingers tugging at one of his nipples. He bucked, his balls drawing up so tight they hurt.
"Gonna come, Chip?" The head of his cock was squeezed by Went's thumb and index finger.
"Uhn." His answer was to shoot, spunk spraying over Went's fingers.
"Mmm. Oh God, I love how you smell."
All Chip could do was moan, nod.
Went brought his fingers to his mouth, licking at them. Okay, hotness. Total hotness.
"You taste good," Went told him.
Chip leaned in, lapped at Went's lip, fingers. Groaning, Went slipped his fingers into Chip's mouth. Oh. Sucking. He pulled hard, making sure Went felt it.
"Fuck." The word was barely spoken, Went's whole body jerking.
"Mmmhmm." He could handle that.
Went fucked his mouth with those fingers, pushing them along his tongue. It was surprisingly erotic, and he went with it.
"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.