Family Camp (Daddy Dearest, #1)(66)

“Fuck.” Travis grabbed Geo’s face and kissed him, hard and aggressive.

Geo let out an ungodly sound. He moaned as Travis made his way down his body, trailing hot, hungry kisses.

“Yeah,” Geo said, arching his hips, begging for Travis’s mouth.

And Travis took him in, swallowing every inch until Geo hit the back of his throat. Travis closed his eyes, loving the smell and feel of him, the way Geo’s hard flesh spoke to all his senses, ramped him up like gasoline on a fire. And with every sucking draw he made, he felt the echo in his own flesh, until he thought he might come from that alone.

For the first time in his life it wasn’t just sex. And it wasn’t something he was hiding, something that conflicted with every other area of his life. A spark of joy lit inside him, joy at being with this man in this way, at finally feeling the door was open to loving openly, being with the person who felt right, and to not fear it anymore.

“Travis.” Geo half sat up and put his palm on Travis’s beard. “I—oh, God. Shit. This is gonna be over if you don’t slow down.”

Travis pulled off and gave Geo a long lick, his gaze burning.

Geo exhaled sharply, and his eyebrows went up. “One-one thousand. Two-one thousand.”

“Hmmm?”

“Counting sheep. Very, very ugly sheep.”

Travis grinned. He stroked Geo with his hand. Damn, that was so fun to play with. It was his new favorite toy. Stuff the Aston Martin.

“You don’t wanna come like this?” he asked Geo, giving him another teasing suck.

Geo’s laugh was slightly hysterical. “I want everything, honestly. Especially since we only have tonight.”

“For now.”

“For now. But I’d really like to bottom. If you wouldn’t mind so awfully.” Geo batted his eyes dramatically.

Travis chuckled. “Turn over, baby.”

Geo did. He had a sweet, firm behind that deserved attention, so Travis worshipped it for a bit until Geo ordered him like a drill sergeant to get suited up and do it already.

When he pushed in, they both held their breath. Travis stretched out long over Geo’s back, their fingers interlocked. Geo turned his head to give Travis a kiss before Travis began to move in earnest and Geo could only gasp into the pillow.

Travis loved this position, the feel of Geo’s smooth back under his chest, the way he could bury himself deep until they were truly one. They rocked together, creating their own storm, Geo shook under him, straining and crying out. And Travis gave him everything he could until the world went white around him.

When they got their breath back, they cleaned up and went into the kitchen. They ate a chicken Geo had made, a rice dish, and salad. Geo fretted about the state of the chicken, but honestly, Travis was starved, and his stomach was relaxed for the first time in weeks. He inhaled the food and found it delicious.

After dinner, Travis helped Geo do a quick clean-up, then they migrated to the living room for more lazy time and stretched out on the couch, no TV or anything, just lovely silence. This was the nicest day Travis had had since those photos appeared on TMZ. Since he’d last seen Geo. It fed his soul. Geo held him, Travis’s back to Geo’s chest, and just stroked his hair.

Travis licked his lips. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s… I want to see you, Geo. I was hoping we could…” He paused for a breath, feeling strangely light-headed. “…date. Like other couples. Actually date date.”

Geo stopped stroking Travis’s hair. Travis tilted his head to look at him. Geo was grinning. “Yeah? You wanna be my boyfriend?”

Travis smiled. “Yes, dork. I’d like to get to know you better. Be part of your life. That is…if you want.”

Geo nodded vigorously. “Oh, yeah. Me too. Also. I’m interested! Want to be part of your life, I mean.”

Travis felt a wave of relief. That made him so freaking happy. But he had to be honest. “Wait. We should, um, talk about if that could work. If we’re open about it, you’ll have to deal with the whole paparazzi thing. And would it get you in trouble at your school? You should think about the consequences before you say yes. I know it’s a lot.”

Travis hated that he came with so much baggage. Man, he wouldn’t wish the paparazzi on anyone.

Geo cocked his head. “You’re funny.”

“What?”

“It’s amusing that you think it would be that easy to get rid of me now.” Geo motioned at Travis, then himself, then back and forth as if to say, yeah, this is a thing.

“I’m not scaring you?”

“Psah! As if.” Geo leaned down and nuzzled Travis’s beard. “This is so soft. Do you use a special conditioner or something?”

“Geo.”

“I told you, I’m in. Besides, after you’ve been so brave, how could I be wimpy? It wouldn’t be a good look.”

“What about your job though?”

“I had coffee with my principal the other day. Told her the news was fixin’ to bust out all over. She thinks you’re cute, by the way.”

“Does she, now?”

“She has my back. And I have her left foot. So I’m not worried.”

Travis didn’t laugh. He swallowed and nodded, feeling all kinds of serious, not trusting himself to speak. Geo was accepting him. Choosing him, despite everything. And maybe that shouldn’t be surprising, but Travis always found himself amazed when people loved him.