I Hate Summer (8 page)

“Look, Josh.” I tried not to look at his lips or his flushed cheeks or to think about the fact that it was the sight of me doing that to him. “I get that yer curious, and I’m happy to talk to ye about these things. But I’m too old for ye.”

Not to mention that I’d apparently added “pervert” to my already impressive list of sins—which if we’re making a list, probably had “excessively promiscuous” written in big red letters at the top, and that was only if the list maker was being polite.

“Five years is less than between my mum and dad.”

“Yeah, except it’s more like six, and they’re both adults; yer still a kid, and I could get in trouble.”

“Only if I told someone, and I wouldn’t, and I’m sixteen in a month. And you don’t have to have sex with me, just a kiss, to see if I like it.”

“Hmm, yer brother said ye weren’t a virgin. So ye already know whether ye like kissing or not, surely?”

Josh swallowed and his gaze darted over my shoulder toward Trystan. “You talked to Trys about me?”

I shrugged. “Sure, when ye offered to switch tents, he suggested ye might have an ulterior motive.”

“Oh right, yeah,” he practically whispered.

“And that he was fine with it, just not here,” I clarified, just in case.

Josh nodded slowly and turned those eyes back to me. Then I wished he was still worrying over his brother. “So, you’re saying you’d kiss me if we weren’t here and I was sixteen?”

I grimaced, more for myself than Josh. “I would be more likely to
consider
it, yeah.” Sober I was still more than likely to say no—I think—but with a drink in me, I couldn’t deny that Josh was appealing.

His shoulders lifted on a sigh, and he released a long, slow breath as he looked up at me. His face still clung to the last edges of youth, but the way he held me in those eyes said he knew what his body wanted. And that right now it was me.

“
Jailbait
: that’s what ye are, Josh Jackson,” I whispered, but my voice was lower and more sultry than I had intended it to be.

He gasped again, sucking in breath between those lips of his.

“You want to fuck me?” he whispered as he leaned in toward me. His voice was so low it was almost not there and yet it overflowed with promise, whispering to me that he would let me do exactly that. I pressed my eyes shut to block out the image. They flashed open again as I felt a hand slide over my knee. Josh was staring at my crotch and was inching his hand slowly up my thigh. I grabbed his wrist.

“I said no,” I grumbled. My body was betraying me, and for the third time in less than an hour, blood made its merry way into my groin. I wasn’t completely hard, but it was enough.

“But I… I’d like to try.”

“Shitting hell,” I hissed as my patience and control were seriously tested. I was actually starting to wonder if I should escape for an hour in the night and find somewhere to pull myself off, because if things like this were going to continue, I was going to need the stress relief.

“Please don’t put me in this situation, Josh. Yer a sweet boy, and yer cute, but I am
not
going to do anything with ye, understand?”

He considered me through hooded eyes. His breathing was shallow now, and despite myself I found my gaze drifting down and alighting on the bulge between his legs.

“I think it’s safe to assume ye like boys, by the way,” I grumbled—try it out, my ass.

“Yeah.” He licked his lips again, and he glanced over my shoulder. His gaze darkened and I wondered what he’d seen. But when I looked back, none of our siblings were looking our way. “I won’t try anything this week—I promise. If you promise to kiss me when I’m sixteen.”

So he wasn’t checking his brother’s reaction so much as taking a leaf from his book. It should have hardly surprised me.

“Fine,” I agreed easily because I wouldn’t see Josh for another year—by which time he’d probably have gotten over his crush on me, and if he hadn’t, a kiss wasn’t a big deal, especially given he hadn’t specified what kind of kiss. He opened his mouth to say something else, but I cut him off. “Don’t push yer luck. A kiss is all yer getting.”

“Fine,” he huffed. I smiled at him and his slightly peeved look evaporated instantly into a glazed look of lust. Which was very flattering, but not what my body needed right now.

“I’m going to bed.” I gave a weary shake of my head as I took myself and the rest of my beer to the blissfully uncomplicated isolation of my tent.

Of course, that didn’t last long. I was wrapped up in my sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling with my hard-on just about gone, when the sound of Trystan unzipping the tent broke my bliss. I didn’t pretend to be asleep; I just continued to stare straight up with my hands behind my head while he clambered in beside me.

I silently groaned in frustration and wished I had refused beer as the sight of Trystan’s back twisting as he settled into place left a tingling sensation in my hips. What the hell was wrong with me? Fair enough, I usually had sex more often than this, but it wasn’t as if I was incapable of going for a week—or at least it shouldn’t have been.

I tried to think of other things.

That became increasingly impossible as a hand slid between the open sides of my sleeping bag and pulled me across the tent and against a hot and solid body.

“At least pretend to be asleep first, idiot,” I muttered and realized my lack of struggle made my words very unconvincing.

“I’m drunk, no need.” He pressed the hot words into my neck as his feet found mine, his toes slipping along the arch where his hand had been earlier.

“Ye had five beers. Yer not drunk, yer bloody shameless.” They hadn’t even been pint bottles.

“You’re the shameless one; I thought you were going to fuck my brother right there next to the fire.”

“Hmm, it was tempting.”

Next to my ear I heard a growl, and it made me chuckle. “Ye have a brother complex or something?”

“No. Blow me again,” he whispered in my ear.

“Huh? Why?” I garbled, because honestly I had not expected that.

“Because it was the best bloody blow job I’ve ever had, and every time I think about it or look at you I think I’m going to get hard; so do it again to say sorry.” His voice was low and his teeth were slightly bared as he grinned down at me.

“Yer reasoning is twisted.” I pulled myself together, but that was the only thing I could think to say—not the best comeback. His grin was feral. His hands came round my shoulders, and with startling ease, he rolled me on top of him. He pressed his groin up into mine, and I fought to keep my body in check as his growing erection pressed into me.

“You said I just had to ask. I’m asking,” he said as he rolled his hips. I fought the urge to groan—between him and his brother I was going to end up with a serious case of blue balls.

“That was before yer brother spent an hour taunting me with sultry looks,” I replied as I stared down at him. I was slightly satisfied by the look of irritation that flashed through his brown eyes.

“An hour? You’ve been killing me for two fucking days.”

A smug smile slipped onto my lips. But even that wasn’t enough to sway him from his course.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked archly. “I mean, last time I was satisfied with knowing I’d won. This time ye want it, so….” I tried not to smile too disdainfully as an idea occurred to me. I grasped his shoulders and rolled us both over so I was on my back. I watched as his pupils dilated and he thrust his hips down into me.

“You want me to fuck you? You little fag whore?” he cursed in my ear, but his insults were softened slightly by the obvious arousal between his legs.

“Hell no.” Which was a lie. And therefore surprising enough in itself, because I didn’t do being fucked. There were only two guys I trusted to fuck me—and they were definitely not some straight, inexperienced idiots. Yet as I stared up into Trystan’s hungry, lust-glazed face and felt his cock pressed into the well of my hips, I realized I very,
very
much wanted to be fucked by the man on top of me right now. I wanted to be brought to the edge and then to be fucked so hard I would have trouble walking. But Trystan
was
straight and therefore almost certainly clueless, and if that wasn’t reason enough, we were in a tent with the rest of my family sleeping twenty meters away.

“Kiss me, then I’ll make ye come,” I said with a smirk, because if nothing else I was going to make this difficult for him.

T
RYSTAN
SCOWLED
and stopped his thrusting. “I’m not kissing you; you’re a man.”

“I know, and yet ye just asked me to blow ye; kissing me doesn’t make ye anymore gay than being blown by me.”

“I’m not gay.”

“I don’t care, those are the terms: kiss me and I’ll make ye come, kiss me good and I’ll make it better than last time.”

“Better?”

I smiled up at him because I was almost certainly not going to get off, but I was still going to enjoy messing with the guy.

“Mmm, I wasn’t actually trying that hard, ye know…,” I reached up to whisper softly against his ear.

I leaned back and watched the idea take root in his brain and work its way through his body. His tongue darted out across his lips—so like his brother’s. I smiled at the irony that the one I was able to kiss was the one that didn’t want to be kissed. I could see him considering it as he looked down at me, the lust fighting with the arbitrarily drawn lines he had set out for himself as he considered my lips.

He was actually going to say no. Part of me was a little impressed, and part of me was sad I wouldn’t get to tease him. So I wasn’t expecting the lips that were pressed down over mine. I was even less expecting the muted groan that slipped between the contact or the hand that came up to cup the back of my head.

“Fucking hell, this better be good,” he muttered as he momentarily broke the kiss. He took my bottom lip between his to break my startled mouth open slightly so he could slip his tongue inside. He was working his hand through my hair, but as his tongue quested inside my mouth, he dropped it down to run surprisingly soft fingers down the sensitive flesh of my neck.

That wasn’t at all what I had anticipated, and I quickly found myself getting carried away. I was breathing too heavily. My intention had been just to tease a little and force the guy out of his comfort zone, but my body was starting to expect more as that tongue dove into the cavern of my mouth. With one hand I was clinging onto his arms as he covered me; the other one had slipped down to his ass and was pressing his hips down into mine as I ground up into him.

“Mmm, shit, ye need to stop, Trys,” I panted as his lips left mine to work down my jaw.

“Huh? This was your idea.” He didn’t stop his kisses, and his words had regained his smug tone as my rather obvious arousal returned the control to him. “You sure you don’t just want me to fuck you? I mean, I’ve gone way further than I expected, and that way we could both get off.”

I was pretty taken aback by the fact that he was even thinking about me, but I tried not to let it show.

“Not going to happen, Trys.”

“Why not?”

I shuddered in surprise as his
fricking
hand actually dropped between our crotches. What kind of straight guy was he?

“You’re not going to get off else, and you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Holy crap, he was so arrogant it was ridiculous.

“Why not?” I snapped. My frustration was turning to irritation as his fingers exerted gentle pressure against my groin, separated from my cock by only the thin fabric of my boxers. “Because ma family are sleeping out there, because I don’t have a condom, because I don’t have any lube, because I don’t have anywhere to clean up afterwards and—most importantly—because the chances o’ yer straight anal-virgin ass getting me off are slim to none.”

“You saying I couldn’t do it?” He sounded like he didn’t believe me, which made me all the more certain that he didn’t know what he was doing. And while I could deal with a hard-on from a little light petting and a grope, there was no way I was going to be able to keep my cool if I let him top me and he didn’t get me off.

“Yes—that’s what I’m saying,” I growled, getting a little pissy because, through some fault of my own and some fault of this man and his irritatingly cute and underage brother, I was actually really,
really
horny, and the fact was all those reasons were perfectly valid. He shrugged and pressed a last kiss down over my lips.

“Ah, well, I was just trying to be nice. Your turn, Ide.”

He went to roll off me and with a snarl I clamped my hands on either side of his waist, holding him in place where he was. I hooked my fingers into his boxers and tugged them down his thighs with more force than was probably necessary. Trystan’s smirk was not lost on me, but I shot him one back as I wriggled down beneath him until he was straddling my shoulders.

He smelt stronger this time as I stared up at him. Less of the lake, more musty, and more of sex, thanks to our antics and apparently his overactive imagination. He groaned as I got to work, dropping his hips naturally so he could drive into my mouth. Which was exactly what I wanted. I tried not to think about the pressure in my groin; I was definitely going to have to go on a dawn trip up to the lake and sort myself out. My body arched up in anticipation of pleasure as I imagined fingering myself; it would do until I got back to civilization—and Dan; I was
definitely
going to need Dan.

Trystan was plunging into me, groaning and panting above me as I toyed with his balls and ran my tongue against his shaft as he fucked my mouth. Collecting a little moisture that had escaped from my lips, I let my fingers slip back along the smooth stretch of flesh behind his ball sac.

“What are you doing?” Trystan mumbled between panting breaths as he stilled his thrusting. I kept up things on my end and managed to pull a groan from him as my finger reached its destination and applied gentle pressure.