Forging Ties (Ties, Book 3) | ✓

Chapter 23

Hamish and Duran found some rocks that led up off the beach like terraced steps and climbed them until they reached a grassy flat overlooking the ocean.

"I'd have skipped breakfast if I'd known we were going out for a picnic," Hamish said as Duran set the basket down on the grass.

Duran pulled the blanket out of the basket and flung it out to lay it over the grass. "Oh, the picnic thing? Don't worry, that was a lie. Unless you want to eat oil, I guess. I brought some of that."

"Did you think I wouldn't come it you'd been honest and said we were going out for some scenic fucking?"

"No, I just wanted it to be a surprise."

"I'm not very surprised that our alone time is going to involve sex, but I'm also not disappointed."

"Uh huh. Sit down on the blanket."

Hamish obeyed and then lifted his arms to let Duran pull his shirt off over his head. When Duran gave his chest a light shove, he lay down.

Duran pulled his own shirt off in that slow and seductive way he had mastered. He was a handsome man, and the way the bright sunlight bathed his skin and made his hair sparkle only highlighted that fact even more. He knelt down beside Hamish and began undoing the buttons on Hamish's pants, his knuckles very deliberately pressing against the growing bulge.

Hamish shut his eyes against the sun's glare and stretched out. "You're such a tease."

"A tease would leave you unsatisfied. I don't intend to."

"Mm," Hamish said, a smile curving his lips. "You never have before."

Duran tugged off Hamish's pants and underpants and his lips found the delicate skin at the base of Hamish's shaft. He ran his tongue upwards, but pulled away before he reached the tip.

"Yup," Hamish murmured. "Tease."

"Maybe," Duran agreed as he slowly slid his pants down his hips, leaving himself covered until it finally became impossible and his already hard cock sprung free. "Or maybe not."

Hamish began to push himself up and reach for Duran, but Duran pushed him back down onto his back. "Stay."

Hamish grinned. "Okay. You're in charge."

"Let's see if you can remember that."

Hamish had been taking this as a game, but there was a hint of genuine apprehension in Duran's voice. Hamish cushioned his head on his arm and watched as Duran returned to the basket to retrieve the oil.

Duran straddled Hamish's hips and poured oil into the palm of his hand. When he reached for Hamish's cock, Hamish finally understood.

"I didn't take you for much of a bottom," Hamish mused, then inhaled sharply as Duran used a long stroke to distribute the oil over his cock.

"Do I look like I'm on the bottom?"

"True."

"I don't know what the future will be like for us, and I don't have any expectations, but I wanted to try this with someone I trust, on my own terms. I wanted to know what it's really like when it's something I chose."

"Well, I'm happy to be experimented on."

"You don't have to be completely passive," Duran said as he casually slid two oiled fingers inside of himself. "I'm not scared. It's not about that."

Hamish's hand drifted over Duran's hip. "Yeah?"

"Well, you said it yourself. I'm not much of a bottom. Maybe I'll lay there and let you give me a good fucking one of these days, but this time, I'm in charge."