Page 29 of Bro Code

“Risky,” said Riley. Louis nodded. “Where?”

“I don’t know.” Louis’ voice caught. “Just like…in the woods? Everyone went in for lunch, I don’t think anyone would see us if we went from here.”

Riley’s eyes narrowed with amusement. He looked at Louis for a minute, then said, “You’re kind of a slut, aren’t you?”

Louis drew himself up haughtily. “Yes? Is that a problem?”

Riley choked out a laugh. “Not at all.” He cleared his throat, looking suddenly embarrassed. “I’m actually – uh – extremely fucking into it.”

A rush of dizzy lust went straight to Louis’ cock, and they both turned without a word and started walking down the dock. When they got to the end they stepped off onto a trail, and Louis went ahead, looking left and right. His insides were buzzing.

The trail forked. A small signpost said the left fork went to the cabins, so Louis went right, hearing Riley’s footsteps close behind him. He wondered if Riley was as nervous and turned on as he was. They came to another little trail that branched off from the main one – not an officially signposted one, it looked more like a deer trail or something – and Louis impulsively turned onto it. It went into the trees and they went down it until they came to a clearing.

He stopped and turned around. “Here?”

Riley shrugged, looking nervous. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Louis set down his bag. His dick was getting uncomfortably stiff and the blood was pulsing hard in his veins. It wasn’t the first time he’d hooked up in a public place – bathrooms, cars, sauna, a tollbooth once – but it was the first time he’d done it outside, with work colleagues not all that far away. “Okay well, quick, drop your fucking pants then.”

“No way! I’m not getting caught with my ass out.”

“What? You’re gonna have to get at least a little undressed.”

Riley looked annoyed. “Yes, obviously, I’m just not dropping full trou out here in the middle of bear country.”

“Fine, well how do you wanna–”

Riley stepped forward, closing the gap between them and using both hands to unbutton Louis’ fly. Louis was momentarily stunned as Riley quickly yanked it open and slipped his hand inside, and a surprised gasp fell out of him as his hand closed around his cock.

“Am I doing this by myself?” Riley demanded, a little roughly, and Louis snapped out of his surprise and quickly fumbled with his fly. Riley groaned softly as he shoved his hand into the front of his jeans and found him already hot and hard. They quickly pushed each other’s zippers and pants down just enough to get everything free, and they both began to stroke.

“Fuck, this is kind of hot,” said Riley.

“Mhm.” Louis was trying to get his hand at the right angle – it was awkward standing face to face, and the feel of Riley’s hand around his own cock was frustratingly weak and wonky. “The angle’s all wrong though.”

“Agreed.” Riley looked around, and apparently spotting something behind Louis, pushed Louis backward, hand still working him. Louis allowed himself to be walked backward until he felt his back come up against a tree, and then Riley stepped to the side and straddled his thigh, pinning Louis and turning his hand so that it wrapped blissfully firmly around him.

“God, yes,” Louis gasped.

“Better?”

“Yes. Fuck.”

He’d lost his grip on Riley’s cock when Riley had moved aside, and looked down, reaching for it, but Riley had it trapped between them against Louis’ thigh and he couldn’t get hold of it. Riley began to rut against him, and Louis felt his lips against the side of his face.

“This is so fucking sketchy,” he muttered, his breath coming in short, hot pants against Louis’ temple.

“Uh huh.”

“If someone sees–”

“I know, just go fast.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

Louis tried to get his hand between them and around Riley’s cock but the angle was even more impossible now. He moaned in frustration. “I wanna feel you.”

Riley did a little chuckle against the side of his face. “Yeah?”