Family Camp (Daddy Dearest, #1)(33)
At dinner, Geo glimpsed Travis from a distance. And then that night, he’d hoped to take Lucy to the campfire. But she was tired and cranky and wanted to watch the movie again. So it was another big miss on the s’mores and hot baseball player by firelight. On the plus side, Lucy sat in Geo’s lap for the movie, with her dolls posed to sit and face the movie in her lap, and it meant something, Geo thought. And that was worth everything.
After he got Jayden and Lucy in bed, Geo brushed his teeth, put on a clean T-shirt, and ran fingers through his hair. He figured he was setting himself up for disappointment. Just because Travis had stopped by the cabin before didn’t mean he would again.
He’d barely been on the porch five minutes before Travis showed up and sat down, smelling of lovely wood smoke and a day of fun in the sun. Mmm. Geo’s mouth watered.
“How’s Lucy?” Travis asked.
“Sore and not particularly gracious about it. But she’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
They sat there for ten minutes, not saying anything. But the tension between them grew until it was nearly unbearable.
Finally, Travis looked at Geo. “I should stay away from you. But I just can’t seem to make myself do it.”
“I should stay away from you. It feels… It feels like something instinctual is overriding my common sense. I only hope the instinct is sound. And not, for example, a lemmings-following-each-other-over-a-cliff type of instinct.”
Travis smiled. “At this point, I’d probably follow you off a cliff.”
“Yeah, probably not healthy. But same.”
They stared at each other, gazes locked.
Geo’s hand found Travis’s.
Travis stood, pulling Geo to his feet.
Geo glanced at the cabin, where all was quiet, then led Travis around the cabin and into the trees, still within earshot but away from any chance of being seen.
Were they really doing this? Dear God. This was such a heartbreak waiting to happen. But Geo couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when Travis looked at him as he had on the steps. Not when he said such stupid, romantic things.
Geo stopped in the trees and Travis crowded him, chest against Geo’s back, lips against Geo’s neck, hot, wet mouth on his skin, strong arms wrapping around his chest. Geo’s blood sang with a rush of joy and want. He could hardly believe this was happening, and at the same time, it felt inevitable. It felt good. It felt perfect. Everything about Travis felt so damned perfect, from the fit of his body against Geo’s back, to the heat of his mouth on Geo’s neck.
He slumped against Travis, laying his head back on his shoulder. “God that’s… I—oh. Yeah. Right there. Mmm. This…wow…this works for me. Only I can’t, ah, kiss you like this.”
Travis chuckled in Geo’s ear. He let go and spun Geo like a top. And then they were chest to chest, hip to hip, and Geo found Travis’s mouth. His beard was soft, silky, even. It felt amazing. Geo ran his fingers into Travis’s hair to hold him in place, keep him from going anywhere. Not until Geo was done with him. Which might be never.
They kissed. There, in the dark at Family Camp. They made out like horny teenagers.
There was no denying Travis was a hot guy, that he was ridiculously fit and rugged. Tall, dark, and handsome. Absolutely man-meat material. But that wasn’t the guy Geo wanted to kiss, the person Geo was kissing. He kissed the Travis who wore his mirrored sunglasses like a shield and still feared his foster parents’ rejection. He kissed the Travis who joked with Jayden and made him feel special, the guy who’d gotten tears in his eyes when Lucy was hurt. He kissed the Travis who smiled and chuckled at his jokes and seemed to grow a few pounds lighter when he did. The one who seemed drawn to sit on his porch step in the same way Geo was drawn to wait for him there.
The Travis who’d been so angry at the very idea that Geo would take his foster kids back.
That guy… That guy Geo could kiss forever.
They clung to each other, arms repositioning often, but always locking in a death grip. Travis’s mouth was so much hotter than the night air, and his kiss sweet and dirty and full of passion. They pressed together like they were trying to set super glue or something, rigid against each other in their shorts, both wanting.
But it didn’t feel right to pull out their dicks right there in the scant cover of the trees. And it felt like too big a thing to rush, something worth waiting for. Geo wanted Travis. But he wanted a lot more of Travis than just that.
Eventually they stopped kissing, foreheads together, panting as if they’d done battle. They held each other loosely, letting their blood cool.
After a long while, Travis sighed. “I like you, Geo. But…my life is complicated.”
Geo thought it was pretty simple. There was no room in Travis’s life for a gay relationship. But he just said, “Yeah. I know.”
Travis’s fists tightened in Geo’s shirt. “Sorry. It really sucks.” Travis’s tone was so genuinely sad and regretful, like love was something he couldn’t have or didn’t deserve.
That made Geo sad. “Hey. Let’s just enjoy the hell out of this week. Okay? We can see if there’s any point in…anything…after that.”
“Okay.” Travis’s hands stroked up Geo’s arms to cradle his neck. He placed a gentle kiss on Geo’s lips. “You feel so good to me, so right. Why do you feel so good?”