Feeling reluctant to take his hands off Hunter’s sides, Van climbed off the back of the bike and stretched his legs a little, smiling sheepishly at Hunter.

“It’s been a while since I rode on a bike,” Van told him and smiled.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been on it for the last three weeks, pretty much straight. I eat, sleep, and ride. I’m on a bit of R&R now.”

Trying to keep his giddy smile hidden, Van wanted to jump up and down that this god-like creature was in his small town for some R&R. Turning so he faced Jocassee Lake, he leaned on the side of the picnic table. He loved the view from this spot and could usually gaze for hours at the wildlife and rugged terrain, but he was too focused on Hunter to take it all in today.

“So, how long are you in town for, Hunter?” Van whispered.

Doing a little stretch as well, Hunter strutted over to Van. He had a loose-legged walk that brought Van’s mind immediately to sex. Looking into his eyes, Van couldn’t help but get lost in their depths again.

Time seemed to stand still as Hunter leaned into Van’s space and whispered, “As long as you want me to be,” and kissed the side of his mouth.

Van couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. All he could do was feel, and what he felt stunned him.

The only noise, besides the occasional hawk screeching for its next meal, was Van’s gasp of air as Hunter kissed him again, lightly running his tongue over Van’s lower lip before gently biting it. Van’s arms had a mind of their own as they grabbed onto Hunter’s hips, pulling him closer.

Both were out of breath, and they hadn’t done anything but exchange a few light kisses. Van couldn’t remember getting so turned on by just a kiss. This man was so good, yet so bad for his heart. Van could get addicted to Hunter’s kisses and craving so much more. He was fucking screwed, and he knew it.

* * * *

Shit, Hunter thought about what Van would taste like the whole ride up the mountain, now he couldn’t get enough. Warm and sunny with a hint of cinnamon. When Van’s hands landed on his hips, pulling him forward, it took all of Hunter’s control not to grab the man’s head and plunder his mouth. But he knew less than nothing about Van, other than he seemed a little on the shy side, and he didn’t want to scare Van away. Hunter was more rough around the edges, a take-no-shit kind of guy, but being with Van made him want to take his time and savor. Savor Van’s taste and the way the man’s cock rubbed against his through their jeans. Jesus.

“Kiss me,” Van begged as Hunter again ran his tongue around Van’s mouth, biting not so gently this time.

Needing no more encouragement, Hunter grabbed the back of Van’s head and slid his tongue roughly into Van’s mouth, eliciting a long groan from the man. Van’s cock rubbed faster against Hunter’s, and his tongue wrestled for domination. Hunter grabbed the hair at the back of Van’s neck, forcing his tongue deeper, sliding it in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do next. He couldn’t get enough of Van’s taste, of his essence, his scent. Hunter didn’t get mushy about kissing a guy, but, damn it, he felt that kiss to his balls and back and was ready to explode.

The sound of a car pulling onto the gravel had the two reluctantly pulling apart, but not breaking eye contact as the car headed back in the same direction it came from.

“Well, that was ...” Van touched his lips and smiled.

“Yeah,” was all Hunter could get out as he adjusted his dick in his tight jeans. He couldn’t understand his need to hold on to this moment. He wanted to grab hold of Van and never let go.