I can’t shake the guilt twisting inside me, the kind that tastes like burned marshmallows and regret.Then, finally, I hear it, footsteps. Gay porn “Have you ever done this before with your jackets?” I ask.“No.” Hayden groans as I guide his cock between the folds of his jacket, the blue nylon whispering against his shaft with every stroke. The sound cracks through the silence like gunfire.Hayden scrambles to his feet, trying to cover himself with the throw underneath us. It’s Brendan who breaks the silence, voice lower than before but more controlled.“I’m not gonna pretend that didn’t mess me up,” he says, eyes flicking between us. My legs are cold the second I’m free of the warmth, and I fumble around for the clothes we kicked off last night. The alpine meadows stretch out around us, golden and brittle from the dry season, scattered with granite boulders and scrappy tufts of grass. I guess I’m the one who was the third wheel.”“We are close, Brendan,” Hayden interjects quickly.Brendan’s gaze sharpens. A signal that he’s still processing, but he’s not storming off.Hayden starts walking again, and I fall in behind him.
