“That was weeks ago.” He looks at me for confirmation, and I nod mutely. “And… I have a thing for you in that Eddie Bauer puffer.” I remember him wearing it all yesterday: the light blue nylon, almost a match for the interior of my old Cat’s Meow.Hayden chuckles softly against my hair. Gay porn Hayden’s eyes are squeezed shut, his chest heaving with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his hand still clutching a fistful of my hair. “Two tents at the last site.”“No problem,” he replies with a smile. “But seriously. Hayden nods first, then Brendan shrugs. And I know I can’t control what happens between you guys.” He pauses. It’s about six miles round trip from here, some decent elevation gain, but nothing crazy.”Hayden leans in a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine. It’s freezing, Joey.” His breath hitches slightly.“I know,” I reply, a plan forming in my mind. Then, finally, a low, rough laugh. After the weekend? “You’re right. I stay seated on the log, cradling my cup even though it’s gone cold. Both of us whip our heads toward the sound.Brendan steps into the clearing, his expression faint.
