1. Embracing the Tension Ch. 08

    Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Gay, Author: byhudsbart, Source: Literotica

    Hi guys!A lovely weekend ends a little tense, but important words are said, plus some more sextytimes.Thanks for reading and let me know what you love/hate/want to see more of!!Yours,HudsonCopyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ***** Embracing the Tension - Chapter 8 Erik woke up to the feeling of fingertips trailing lightly across his skin. His face was pressed into the nook between Ryan's neck and shoulder, and every breath he took smelled of sandalwood and man. If he never moved from the spot, he'd be happy. It took him a moment, but he eventually realized that Ryan was tracing his tattoo—up over his shoulder then back down his arm, the same swirly path over and over until the skin burned lightly at the touch. Erik kissed the soft skin under his lips and let his tongue sneak out for a taste, too. "Morning." Ryan rubbed his cheek against Erik's forehead, the beard sending tingles across Erik's skin. He loved the groggy, half-awake sound of Ryan first thing in the morning. "Good morning," Erik replied and snuggled himself closer to Ryan. It was usual to find Ryan awake before he was, but this cuddling was nice. Maybe he should linger in bed more often in the future so they could enjoy more lazy mornings. Erik smiled until his brain rudely reminded him ... that he lived in New York and Ryan lived in Toronto, so any mornings together—be they lazy or not—were to be few and far between. "Are you overthinking again?" Ryan asked. Erik leaned back so he could get a good look at Ryan. "How the hell do you do that?" "Do what?" "Know what I'm thinking all the time." Ryan smiled and shrugged the one shoulder that wasn't pinned under Erik. "You stiffen up and your eyes lose focus like you're trying to see something that's not there." "Huh." Did he do that? Certainly, not consciously. "See? There it is again." Ryan pulled him down for a quick kiss on the lips. "Mm, morning breath. I suppose we should get cleaned up?" After they adventures with the fruit fondue the previous evening, they had just wiped themselves down with a damp cloth and borrowed under a pile of blanket. Erik wouldn't be surprised if there was still traces of chocolate and semen stuck on him somewhere. With great reluctance, they got out of bed and Ryan re-stoked the fire that had run cold during the night. Erik nearly got frostbite on his dick when he tried to use the outhouse, but when he ran back inside the warm cottage and slammed the door shut behind him, he found Ryan had a French press of fragrant coffee steeping and a big pot of water warming on the wood-burning stove. They ended taking a sponge bath in the tiny little shower stall, huddled together as they dragged wet washcloths over each other's bodies, and hopping from foot to foot on the cold, tiled floor. After ...