Ryan Armsford (blindsides) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-30 00:04:00 |
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At The Stream
Who: Ryan and Thorne
When: early afternoon, day 13
Where: camp, then the stream in the forest
What: a willing abduction
Rating: NC-17 (language, explicit M/M sexual content)
Ryan had utterly failed at his pottery attempts, and he couldn't really chalk that up to his chat with Bazzer; he hadn't been doing so hot at it before that. Finally he'd given up, made his best attempt at scraping the clay off his hands in the grass and climbed up to his hammock to get the little bar of soap he'd been hoarding. He had it tied to the wicker beneath his sleeping bag, wrapped tightly in a leathery climber-leaf pouch, mainly to (hopefully) keep it away from the Pesks. It had worked thus far, and he snagged it and climbed back down.
It had been a wretched day so far, and the only bright spot in it was Thorne's promise to kidnap him. He imagined Thorne could use an escape from the way things were as much as he could, and he lurked around the edge of camp, his shoulder leaned against a tree as he waited. He didn't want the guy to be unable to find him, after all.
Thorne had checked in with Rowan and Quinn in the morning, then gathered some grasses to make into cord and rope. At one point he'd gone to find Ryan only to hear shouting and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. He went to chat with Kenneth and Helena before coming back and wandering around in an effort to find Ryan but not Bazzer. Thorne didn't understand. They'd had what? Two and a half days together? How did anyone get that attached in that amount of time. He'd thought they were just having fun, not planning the rest of their lives.
Sighing, he spotted Ryan and smiled. "Hey...I. Am so sorry. I uh, overheard, but didn't really think it would be wise to go sticking my two cents in."
Ryan smiled sheepishly at him once Thorne got close enough for him to see his expression. "Shit," he said. "I was hopin' nobody had to hear that. I just--." He paused, wrinkling his nose and shrugging. "--totally fucked it up." Thorne was such a genuinely nice guy, cheerful, friendly. He could understand why Bazzer would like him, 'cause he sure as hell did, but damn. "Thanks for staying clear," he said, pushing off from the tree he'd been leaning against. "It was bad enough thinkin' nobody else was listening." But it was over, and hopefully the guy would keep his word about not making any huge scenes about it.
"It's a little worrying to be honest," Thorne explained as he took Ryan's hand and tucked it into his arm. "I mean...dude's acting like he's got some right to me after what? Three days where we had any time together? I mean I get there's slim pickings here and all, but damn. Especially when I told him flat out that I didn't do monogamy..now he thinks that we're going to be monogamous or something...I don't get it." He made his way upstream, shaking his head slightly.
"He kinda strikes me as someone who doesn't really listen unless you're sayin' something he wants to hear," Ryan said. His tone was calm enough; he didn't mean it as a slam. He turned his head to smile at Thorne as he tucked his hand into the bend of his arm and matched his stride as they started heading for the most secluded part of the stream. "So he thinks that now you and me are gonna build a tree hut together and, um... pledge our troth? Is that what you call it?" He chuckled at his own silliness. "I mean, dude, you're hot and I've been thinkin' about this for days now, but who knows what the hell's gonna happen tomorrow?" Ryan had no hang-ups to speak of about sexuality. He had no plans to flip out if Thorne hooked up with someone else; to him, it wasn't even worth worrying about.
"Nah. Not like that. He seems to think that it'll be monogamy by default? 'Cause no one else would have me or something? I. Don't get it." Ryan's hand felt nice on his arm and Thorne couldn't really help but grin. "Maybe he just didn't want to hear? Or had himself convinced I just needed the right man to settle me out of my slutastic ways? I dunno. I do know he wouldn't be the first. Doesn't seem to matter if I'm honest or not, people hear what they want to hear and when they hear I'm into open relationships, they think it means convince me to be just with you." Thorne rolled his eyes then glanced at Ryan. "You're pretty damn hot yourself...and it's kinda hard to plan for any future here."
"Well, shit. He'd be wrong that no one else would have you," Ryan remarked. He grinned cheekily and deliberately brushed his shoulder against Thorne's as they walked. "Anyway, doesn't really matter. You told him, he didn't get it." He hoped Baz would chill out as time passed, but either way, what was done was done. When Thorne told him he was hot, as well, he felt something in his stomach tighten with anticipation... and really, the only future he was interested in at the moment was the next hour or so, and please, God, don't let there be anyone screaming or any random wild animal attacks or... whatever. "The future is now," he said with a shrug, knowing that there was no point planning on anything beyond one day to the next.
"Exactly." Thorne grinned over at Ryan as they walked. "This place is like the ultimate excuse to live in the moment and just enjoy it. Not that you know we shouldn't be planning for future shelter and food and all, but it totally seems like just an ideal time learn how to focus on the important stuff. Water, food, shelter, the people around you. Let all the other bullshit go." As they got to the bathing pool, Thorne hesitated. "You want to go a bit more upstream where we won't be disturbed?"
Ryan liked being close to Thorne for more than the obvious reasons: he liked being able to see those dimples when the man smiled. "The important stuff," he agreed, smiling back. It wasn't an easy life they'd been thrown into, and he was totally down with grabbing onto any bits of peace and pleasure that came along with both hands. Kind of like they were doing now. "Yeah," he said when Thorne asked him if he wanted to go further upstream, his fingers rubbing his arm in a sort of idle caress. "'Cause I really don't want to be disturbed, you know?"
Thorne smirked, "Oh...I know. Me either." He started walking a bit further, hoping to get to the point that no one would really hear them either since he sure didn't plan on being quiet. "What do you think about most back home?" It seemed like a good question and something to talk about to get to know Ryan better.
Ryan didn't really have to think about it. "My friends and family... like, I hope they're not worried sick about me. My parents live in another town, so it might be a while before they know something's up." Like a lot of young guys, he didn't check in as often as he probably should have. He didn't want to get either one of them into a downer sort of mood, so he kept it brief; that stuff was for him to brood over in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep. "I miss sculpting, too... you know, making somethin' that doesn't involve weaving grass together or tryin' to make clay bowls." He smiled, glancing at Thorne again. "What d'you think about most?"
"Family a lot," Thorne agreed easily, trying not to think too much about it. "Rowan. Most of the time. Tofu. I miss tofu a lot. And tea. Oh my Goddess, tea." He thought they'd gotten far enough away from the camp and the stream was opening up a bit again, deep enough for them to be at least chest deep in. "I think this is good." Without wasting any further time, Thorne turned to Ryan, cupped his face in his hands and kissed him. Sure enough that same electric thrill ran up his spine.
If Ryan had ever eaten tofu, he couldn't remember the occasion, but he could definitely understand missing real, actual food. The lack of fried shrimp po'boys had definitely left a gap in his life since he'd been here. "Never been much of a tea drinker, but I'd just about smack someone down for a Mello Yello right about now," he admitted. He'd been walking as quickly as he could, just like Thorne had, hoping they'd be far enough away from camp at any second, and when Thorne stopped and began to kiss him, he kissed back eagerly, his pierced tongue licking at the other man's. He let the bit of soap he'd been carrying fall to the grassy bank, figuring they could pick it up when they got into the water, and put both of his hands on Thorne's hips, pulling him firmly against his body. They were alone-- finally!-- and he saw no need to hold anything back.
Which was rather fortunate as Thorne wasn't holding back either. Why bother? They didn't know what would happen next and Ryan's touch was sending shivers over his skin. His hands slid under Ryan's shirt, stroked lightly over warm skin. That tongue stud was going to be the fucking death of him he was sure. "Shoes," he muttered, kicking off his own shoes. Thorne had a tendency to wash his clothes at the same time as he bathed, just because it made more sense to him. As soon as Ryan stepped out of his crocs, Thorne was tumbling him fully clothed into the water.
Ryan laughed, immediately ducking under to wet himself completely and then resurfacing, his blond hair plastered to his head. The water felt amazing: not too cold, not too warm. He found that it was easy for him to let go of the earlier unpleasantness of the day. Being with Thorne like this, something he'd really been looking forward to, was a large part of that. He leaned out to get the soap he'd brought along and began working it between his hands, producing a reasonable amount of lather, which he began rubbing over the other man's neck and shoulders after handing the soap to him with a lazy smile. He took the opportunity to lean in for another kiss, flicking his tongue against Thorne's before pulling back a little to slide his soapy fingers down further, maybe to delve beneath his shirt.
Oh, the smell of the soap was amazing and soap hands felt fantastic on his skin. "Damn," he groaned softly as their bodies pressed together then Ryan slid away again. Thorne pulled his shirt off and set it on a handy rock he could scrub it on later before he took Ryan back in his arms. Tipping his head, his mouth slid along the slope of Ryan's neck, Thorne's tongue flicking against his skin teasingly. "I hope you didn't have any plans for the rest of the afternoon," he teased.
"Plans?" Soapy fingers slid over Thorne's bare back, and Ryan's voice was husky as he tilted his own head more to the side to allow better access. "Nah, not a single one." His breathing accelerated as Thorne licked at his skin and pressed against him, and all he could think about was getting even closer. He reached for the hem of his tanktop and pulled it over his head, tossing it to join Thorne's shirt and then plastering himself back against his body, a sharp exhale of breath leaving him as bare skin touched bare skin. "Hope you didn't either," he added, putting his fingers in Thorne's hair and pulling a little, tugging his head back so he could fasten his own mouth to the guy's neck.
Oh fuck...that was a weak spot and Thorne's legs nearly gave out as he felt Ryan's lips on his neck. "No..no..and don't stop doing that," he murmured. His hands fumbled a little as they went for the fly of the jeans Ryan wasn't wearing before easing under the waistband of his pajamas. "Fuck...want you Ryan. Would rather take my time...don't think I can." His hands slid around to Ryan's ass, which felt even better than it looked as Thorne moaned softly. Lube...that was what they didn't have, which meant forgoing anything involving penetration, which sort of sucked because the fantasy of watching Ryan's face as their bodies slammed together was so fucking good.
Ryan didn't stop. The sound of Thorne's voice asking him not to made him feel even hotter, his breathing slightly raspy as he sucked at his neck, not really caring if he left a mark. This felt too good to slow down, especially when he felt Thorne's hands beneath the thin material of his pajamas, cupping his ass. When Thorne told him he didn't think he could take his time, Ryan lifted his head and caught his mouth in a hard kiss, his own hands moving to the button on Thorne's khakis. "Maybe next time we can take our time," he suggested as he got the pants unzipped and unbuttoned and shoved down over his hips. Beneath them, Thorne wore boxers, and Ryan pressed one hand over his cock, squeezing gently through the material as he watched Thorne's expression intently.
Thorne's eyes all but rolled back in his head as the gentle touch, the cool water swirling around them. One arm stayed around Ryan's waist, keeping him close as the other hand moved to Ryan's cock, Thorne's touch sure and warm. The heat of Ryan's mouth was perfect and god...he was sucking. Thorne whimpered softly as his thumb traced over the head of Ryan's cock. "Do you have any idea how much I'd give for some lube right now?" A fuck of a lot, Thorne thought as he returned the favor and mouthed Ryan's neck.
"Fuck, yeah," Ryan groaned, not really sure what he was agreeing to, whether it was Thorne's fingers tracing so tantalizingly over his cock or Thorne's mouth on his neck. Definitely he agreed that they needed some lube, but he had no idea what to do about that at this point in time. He wasn't really down with the Brokeback Mountain spit solution, because in his experience? That did not work. "We gotta figure that out." His hands shook as he shoved down Thorne's boxers and then pushed his own pj pants down. He slid one hand out into the water, looking for the soap and not finding it, finally huffing out a frustrated breath. "Where's the fucking soap?" he asked.
Thorne looked around and found it, pulling his hand from Ryan's ass to retrieve it where it was floating against the rock. "Don't want to lose this," he said breathlessly. Under the water, he was hard and Thorne's cock kept brushing Ryan's hip, sending the most delightful shivers through him. Thorne lathered his own hands then put the soap on top of their shirts. His fingers threaded into Ryan's hair, scrubbing at his scalp then down the back of his neck. "Surely there must be something on this world we can use for that." One hand went back to Ryan's cock and started stroking a little faster than before.
When Thorne located the soap, Ryan put his hands briefly on top of his as he lathered up, stealing some of the foam and scrubbing it between his own hands. "There's gotta be," he agreed, sliding his soapy hands down Thorne's chest and pausing to pinch at his flat nipples with his fingers before continuing down to his abs. He closed his eyes, smiling as he savored the slightly rough sensation of the other man's fingers rubbing his scalp. He bit his lip and gasped as Thorne's soapy hand surrounded his cock, one of his own hands sliding to Thorne's hip so he could keep his balance and the other reaching for Thorne, stroking him a little more slowly than he was being stroked. He really, really wanted to acquaint the other man with his tongue piercing, so he thought that he might tease a little. Wouldn't do for the fun to be over too soon, so he tried to pay attention to the sound of Thorne's breathing and the tenseness of his body.
Soap was fantastic and for the first time since arriving, Thorne really started to feel clean. Ironic since he was currently exchanging hand jobs with a gorgeous man standing in a stream. He pulled back so they were face to face, dimples flashing again, "So...get clean first or sex first...because we keep combining the two and one of us is going to end up eating soap." Which really probably wouldn't taste so great, but god what he wouldn't give for something like mint or toothpaste. Maybe they could mix mint with some of the fine, clean sand from the stream, nah, that would be too harsh.
Thorne couldn't believe he was sitting here thinking about toothpaste when a hot guy like Ryan was stroking his dick. "I...really want to see what you can do with that stud," he admitted, "it's been making me weak kneed since I noticed it."
The soap on their hands just made things slicker and hotter, as well as cleaner, and Ryan was shivering beneath Thorne's touch by the time the other man spoke again. He chuckled, his eyes meeting Thorne's, his heart feeling as if it was going to pound its way right out of his chest. "Soap's not really what I'm interested in eating," he said, letting go of Thorne in order to splash water over both of them, rinsing the soap off. "So I think maybe we should get out of here for now." The guy had to be reading his mind; Ryan's grin widened when he said he wanted to see what he could do with the tongue stud. "I really want to show you what I can do with it," he added, nodding toward the thick grass on the bank of the stream and taking Thorne's hand, clicking the stud against his teeth for good measure.
With a shiver in response to that statement, Thorne moved to the bank. He went to his knees, hands on Ryan's hips as he kissed the tip of his cock. "Wanna taste you first," he grinned, the tip of his tongue darting out to swipe across the slit. "Gods you taste good," Thorne nearly purred as he teasingly kissed down the shaft then kitten licked his way back up. He kept his eyes on Ryan's face, smiling as he opened his mouth and sucked on just the very tip.
Ryan's only response to that was a strangled moan as one of his hands flew to Thorne's shoulder and the other to his damp hair, fingers twining in it as he stood on the bank completely naked, water dripping in rivulets off his body, being teased mercilessly by the other man's lips and tongue. He lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes dilated and intent as he tried to see Thorne'e expression. Things were a little blurry, but somehow that added to the overall sensuality of the experience. His fingers tightened in Thorne's hair as Thorne sucked at the tip of his cock, and he had to force himself not to push further into his mouth. "So fuckin' good," he mumbled, completely at Thorne's mercy, taking shallow breaths that were interspersed with low moans as he concentrated on how incredible it felt.
He loved Ryan's responses, totally free and nothing held back, completely at ease with himself and everything going on. It was fantastic. Slowly, he took Ryan deeper into mouth, tongue curling around the shaft and teasing at the head. He slid one hand down to cup Ryan's balls, rolling them in his palm, his finger tips pressing into the smooth skin behind them. Again his thoughts turned to lube and the lack of it. He really needed to do some more botanical exploring. Maybe the soap things would work? Manufactured soap could sting like a bitch and was drying as all hell, but maybe the natural stuff here would work? He'd have to do some testing.
As much as Ryan would have appreciated having some lube right then, that was the last thing on his mind as Thorne's mouth swallowed him, his tongue working him, seeming to hit every sensitive spot around the head of him, as he was cupped by Thorne's hand and as his fingers pressed down just behind his balls. He didn't give a fuck what anyone said, nobody could give a blowjob like another man. He exhaled a sound that was part groan, part a failed attempt to get more air to his lungs as his stomach muscles tightened and his body trembled, and his eyes fell mostly closed, his own grip tightening on Thorne's shoulder. His toes curled into the grass as he focused on the climax that was about to hit him if Thorne kept up what he was doing.
Thorne felt him tensing and pulled back, smiling up at Ryan with the other man's cock against his chin. "Care to join me down here?" he teased, tugging lightly on Ryan's body. His hands skimmed up along Ryan's side as Thorne licked and kissed his way up Ryan's stomach and chest as he joined him in the thick grass. It wasn't the best place, but all things considered, it was better than a hammock or up in a tree. Ryan's body fit just perfectly against his as Thorne held onto him for a minute. "Gods you feel good," he grinned warmly.
One of Ryan's favorite things about sex was being teased until he couldn't stand it anymore, and while Thorne couldn't possibly know that at this point, it was nice that things were working out that way, anyway. His legs weren't wanting to hold him anymore, so lying down with Thorne was an excellent option. He rocked his hips against Thorne's and captured his mouth in a heated kiss, his hands sliding down his back and cupping his ass as their tongues licked and twined. "Mmm, so do you," he murmured once he'd managed to tear his lips away. He nudged Thorne onto his back and began licking his way down his neck, pressing the silver ball in his tongue against his skin... just a not-so-subtle reminder that it was there.
When he felt the kiss of metal against his skin, Thorne moaned loudly and arched, pushing up into the wet heat of Ryan's mouth. One hand caught the back of Ryan's head as he moved with him, the friction of cock on skin was utterly delicious. Just the thought of what that ball would feel like in other places was enough to have Thorne panting and writhing with complete abandon. "You... may be the death of me," he grinned, looking down as Ryan's mouth slid over his chest. "Not that I'm objecting, really."
Ryan paused, glancing up to meet Thorne's eyes while he was still close enough to see him clearly, a sly smile quirking his lips upward. He loved the other man's responsiveness, how vocal he was, how he writhed and sighed underneath him; it made him feel even hotter, even more aroused. "If you're gonna object, you better do it now," he drawled just before his tongue snaked out to lick Thorne's nipple, flicking over the tiny nub. His mouth moved across to the other, which he licked and then bit lightly, his eyes turning to Thorne's face again. Somehow, he really didn't think Thorne was going to have any objections, but it was so much fun to tease.
Thorne didn't mind the teasing the metal stud, all of it was far, far too good and he could barely keep still as Ryan teased him. 'The only objection I've got is if you stop," he laughed breathlessly. "It's insane how hot that damn stud is." His fingers curled through Ryan's hair as he pressed into Ryan's mouth. "You want me to beg? I can sooo do that." His stomach clenched as he looked down at Ryan, taken for a moment by the other man's attractiveness, how aroused he could get just from this.
"Nah, I don't want you to beg," Ryan whispered, another shiver running over his skin, suddenly not wanting to wait any longer to taste him. He kissed his way down Thorne's stomach and then settled himself between his legs, his own bare ass pointed to the sky. He'd never done anything out here in the open like this, and that was exciting, too. Nothing like fresh air on all your skin. He pressed the stud in his tongue to the base of Thorne's cock and licked his way up, then began to flick his tongue around the head, teasing a little more, wanting to feel his reaction before relenting and taking him completely into his mouth.
It was even better than Thorne had dreamed, that hard metal ball sliding over his skin, thudding against the head of his cock. Gods, he was about to come like some teenager getting his first blow. Tipping his head back, Thorne groaned loudly then looked down, Ryan's white ass in the air, the sun spilling around them, grass underneath. It was perfect. Unlike Ryan, Thorne had had his share of experiences outside. More than one occasion during certain holidays his family had celebrated, outdoor sex was encouraged. Stroking Ryan's hair, Thorne tried to pull his brain together enough to comment. "Gods...Ry..."
Ryan looked up at him, unable to see his features clearly , but that was okay. Thorne could see him, and he smiled slowly, heat very obviously showing in his blue eyes. He liked the shortening of his name, liked hearing it fall from Thorne's lips, and he slid Thorne's cock into his mouth, making a soft sound in his throat as he did. He loved doing this for a guy he was hot for; it made him feel as if he was going to simply explode without even being touched. One of his hands reached for one of Thorne's, fingers lacing into it, and the fingers of his other hand traced over the sharp point of his hipbone before sliding around to cup his ass. He got down to business, using his lips and tongue and the wet warmth of his mouth to, hopefully, drive Thorne purely crazy.
It wasn't going to take long really as Ryan was phenomenally good with this mouth. The hand at his ass told Thorne it was okay to move and he took advantage of that by thrusting slow and gentle into Ryan's mouth. He squeezed his fingers gently around Ryan's and groaned again. "Ry...shit, going to.." He didn't even get to finish his warning as he came, lifting again and spilling into Ryan's mouth with a keening moan.
Ryan moved with him as Thorne lifted his hips, rocking them both, enjoying the tenseness, the trembling of his body and his sudden release, the moans and gasps and other sounds he made. Hell, if anyone did happen to be around, they were getting an earful. So hot, he thought as he swallowed the spurt of fluid and then gently licked at him, content though certainly not sated. He ached for release, himself; his cock felt as hard as an iron bar as he let go of Thorne's fingers and climbed back up the man's body. "That was so fucking hot," he mumbled as he nuzzled at Thorne's neck and then bit into the skin there, very softly, pressing himself to the other man.
With a soft shudder, he wrapped around Ryan, gasping at the bite then melting against the other man. "Holy Goddess...that was...damn." Surely Thorne's brains were scrambled, but his body was on autopilot as he rolled Ryan to his back and covered the other man's body with his own. Their faces were inches apart for a moment before Thorne kissed him hungrily. "Someone else's turn I think," he teased, rubbing lightly against the hard cock pinned under his hip. "Can't let you have all the fun." Grinning, he started nipping and licking his way down Ryan's body, pausing once again to tease his nipples before settling between Ryan's legs.
Thorne grinned up at Ryan even though he knew Ryan couldn't really see his face. "Let's see how long I can draw this out." His tongue slid light and soft over Ryan's cock, teasing the head then down the shaft only to drop lower and lick at his balls.
Ryan couldn't seem to stop himself from shivering as Thorne slid languidly down his body, tasting him, biting softly. He looked down at the blur that was the other man, his breathing heavy, all his muscles tense. "Not gonna take much," he managed before Thorne's tongue was flicking over him, causing his hips to jerk up involuntarily and his head to press back against its blanket of purple grass. His fingers fisted in the grass, too, and he made a soft sound of protest when Thorne's mouth lifted from his cock. Patience. Patience was good, but fuck. He lifted one leg to wrap around Thorne's body, as if to hold him in place and maybe somehow get satisfaction faster. He forced himself to be still, his lip held in his teeth as Thorne's tongue rasped over his sac.
That leg wrapping around him was hot and Thorne moved back to his cock, mouth sliding down around him, tongue lashing over his skin. He teased a minute more before he started to move, holding the base of Ryan's cock in one hand as he started a slow, deep rhythm. His other hand came up to cup around Ryan's balls, fingers sliding across the smooth skin behind them as he sucked harder. The sun was warm on his back and ass and for a moment, Thorne could almost close his eyes and forget about the odd purple shade of everything. He could imagine he and Ryan were back home in one of the meadows.
Ryan was lost to sensation, to the buildup of arousal that had really begun days ago, when he and Thorne had discussed this. The anticipation had lingered in the back of his mind for all that time, and showing off his tongue stud to Thorne first had fired him up even more. Thorne's mouth surrounded him and he cried out sharply, his fists clenching even more tightly in the grass and his hips pushing up rhythmically. He couldn't stop it any more than he could halt the volcanic climax that was about to seize him. His eyes were closed tightly, his face turned up to the sun, its blissful warmth only adding to the pleasure he felt. "Thorne... fuck..." He could barely get the words out, and his breath left him in a rush as he shuddered, his stomach tightening and his hips locking into place as he came for what felt like forever.
Gods Ryan was amazing, his reactions were so without control or censoring and Thorne loved it. He swallowed everything Ryan gave him then cleaned the other man's cock with slow swipes of his tongue, savoring every moment. Sighing softly, he slid up Ryan's body and grinned then tipped his head to mock gnaw on his neck, "Om nom nom, could totally eat you up," he teased breathlessly. "Gods you taste good." Grinning broadly, he lifted his head and kissed Ryan before flashing his dimples again. "Totally excellent way to pass some time."
Ryan chuckled, tilting his head to one side to allow better access even as he caught his breath, his hands smoothing over Thorne's bare back as he caught his breath a little. "You totally did," he said. "One way to get some protein, hmm?" He kissed Thorne back, the swipe of his tongue sensual and lazy as opposed to hot and urgent as it had been earlier. "That was amazing," he murmured. His fingers wandered up to gently press to Thorne's dimpled cheek; he found the dimples incredibly attractive. "Best time I've spent since I've been here." His grin was impish as he stretched, still pressed to Thorne's body.
"Mmm..." he murmured softly, turning his head to kiss Ryan's fingers. "Yeah...it really was. Should totally do it again sometime. Soon." As much as he would have loved to just laze about and enjoy some extended snuggle time, he wanted to get his clothes washed and start them drying. Maybe then they could do a bit more distracting. He kissed Ryan's chest and smiled, "We should get cleaned up."
"Yeah, we should." Ryan sighed and began hoisting himself up from the grass, as little as he wanted to get back to everyday chores right then. "I would totally love to get my clothes completely clean." Hey, they had soap and rocks to scrub them on, so it was worth a shot. He headed for the stream again, smiling to himself at how wobbly his knees felt. Damn, that had been good. Hopefully that had just been the beginning of the excellent distractions they could get into.