Free Love Me Like A Rock by Amy Jo Cousins

in his scalp pulled his focus back a little.
    He knew why Sean was pulling his hair and didn’t care.
    He sucked harder and forced himself deep, wanting the taste of Sean so far inside him it would linger on his tongue until dawn. The first spurt made him shiver and he swallowed again and again while Sean shook and clutched at him with strong fingers in Austin’s hair.
    The thump of Sean’s heartbeat under his cheek afterward was a counterpoint to the beat echoing in his own dick.
    Sean groaned and pushed his hands down Austin’s back until he had a palm on each butt cheek. “God, get off me and I’ll…get you off. Man, that sounded dumb.”
    “Sounds awesome.” Austin slid to the tent floor, tugging his sleeping bag under him. Then remembered that he’d smoked up. “But I’m still pretty buzzed, so it’ll probably take forever.”
    “I’m not worried.”
    “I’m just saying, if you get bored, I won’t take it personally if you want to stop.” He’d learned not to get high before fucking around with Vinnie, because Vinnie would give up after a while, telling Austin to come back when he was sober and could come.
    “I’m not gonna get bored. I’ve got you to play with.”
    Not believing him didn’t mean Austin was going to stop Sean from going to town. He could always finish himself off in the end, and it would still be better than jerking off back at the dorm in his room by himself.
    He shucked his underwear in ten seconds flat and tucked himself halfway into his sleeping bag, because it was damn chilly still. But he left all the important bits accessible, and wrinkled up his nose when Sean laughed at him.
    “I can’t believe you don’t have sleeping bags we can zip together or something. Don’t they make those anymore?”
    “I don’t usually have company when I’m in the field. Or camping for fun. My stuff’s meant for work, not play. But we can make it work. And if we do this again, I’ll loan you my silk long johns.”
    Austin could already tell he’d be saying yes anytime Sean extended an invitation. But he kept that tidbit to himself, because it sounded a little too…something he didn’t want to think about.
    “As slinky as that sounds, if we do this again, I’m buying you zip-together sleeping bags,” Austin said with a sigh as Sean grabbed the open zip edge of his sleeping bag and dragged him closer.
    The sudden halt to his slide across the tent floor caught him off guard. The look on Sean’s face was indecipherable.
    He’d done it again. Waved his family’s money around like an incredibly obnoxious flag without even thinking about it. “Shit. Sorry. These sleeping bags are great. I’m really grateful you found an extra one for me. Sorry.”
    “Shut up, Austin,” Sean said, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to Austin’s open mouth until he was breathless and squirming. “I’m not offended by your apparent ability to buy me twice over. I’m just reminding myself not to get too worked up when you say stuff like that. Like you’re planning on sticking around for a while.”
    “Shit. Sorry,” he repeated, but then lost the capacity for words when Sean dragged his beard down Austin’s neck and chest, tickling his nipples, his skin, every inch of him until Austin’s skin was so sensitized Sean’s breath ghosting across it triggered shivers.
    He arched his back and waited for Sean’s hand or his mouth or the nearest fucking body part to land on his dick, thick and heavy against his belly. The pull of muscles in his stomach, tugging down to his groin, felt so good he did it again, knowing he looked like a total hedonist, writhing under the touch of Sean’s mouth and hands. Knowing and not giving a damn.
    “God, just look at you.” Sean’s voice was thick, his hand tracing up and down Austin’s butt cheek and upper thigh, skimming close to his dick but not touching it yet, no matter how much Austin groaned and squirmed, not giving a shit who heard him halfway to