I suck in a cold gulp of air. “Yeah.”
“Do you...do you think we should—?”
I’m not sure what he’s asking, so I roll over to face him. I can only see the outline of his face in the dim moonlight. “Think we should what?”
“We could try and warm each other up with our body heat.”
“What do you mean?”
“Huddle together.”
“Cuddle?”
“I said ‘huddle,’” he says louder. “I’ll press my body up against yours and we’ll share the heat.”
I’m suddenly stiff as a flagpole. “Uh, um, are you sure? Aren’t you uncomfortable after earlier?”
“Dude, I’m freezing. And I already told you, it’s not a big deal. Just...” He nudges me to roll over so he’s facing my backside, then wraps his strong arms around me and spoons me tight against him. My breath catches in my chest. This has to be a dream. Or a trap.
But I’ll take it. I lie in silence, feeling the steady rhythm of Jarrod’s chest rise and fall against my back. His hot breath tickles my earlobe. And all the while, my cock is throbbing in my pants.
“Better?” I ask.
He nods against my shoulder. “I think we can make it through the night if we stay like this.”
“I’ll never let go, Jack,” I say playfully.
“My name’s Jarrod,” he mumbles.
“It was a joke. You know, fromTitanic.”
“Never seen it.”
“You’ve never seenTitanic?”
He cuddles closer. “Don’t need to. I already know how it ends.”
This guy is so pragmatic. I don’t know why I’m attracted to him. But here we are, sandwiched together in the middle of the woods, while my dick throbs in my underwear and there’s nothing I can do to soothe it.
Somehow I manage to fall asleep, and everything goes dark for a while, until I’m rustled awake again by the incessant alarm. I open one eyelid to see it’s 2 AM. I don’t recall taking a picture at 1 AM, but I don’t even care. I aim the camera somewhere in the vicinity of my forehead, snap a selfie, and set my phone down.
I snuggle in tighter against Jarrod, and it’s then that I realize something stiff is poking my bottom.
“Mmm, that felt good,” he murmurs. I lie in silence, wondering if he’s having a dream. He grabs hold of my waist and pulls himself tighter against me. “Do that again. Roll your hips.”
“Jarrod, I think you’re talking in your sleep,” I whisper.
“I’m not asleep.” His lips brush my ear. My whole body is covered in goosebumps.
I roll back against him, feeling his hard cock sink between my butt cheeks. He breathes against my neck, and I do it again. Then his hand grips me, and I know this is real.
“It’s been so long,” he says. “I haven’t hooked up since Stacey dumped me last May.”
“So youarestraight?” I confirm.
“I’m hard is what I am,” he mumbles impatiently. “Hard and horny and it’s freezing out here.”
“Do you think I could fit in your sleeping bag?”