The birds tweet loudly around them as Stephen gasps in to Calum's mouth, his breath coming hard and fast with eyes screwed tight shut as he cums, Calum's muscles milking him dry as he shudders still from his own climax, his thighs gripping Stephen's hips tightly.
"Oh god, that was incredible!" Stephen says breathlessly, licking Calum's chest clean of own his cum and kissing it into his mouth as Calum laughs, seeing how blissed out and exhausted Stephen is and knowing that he caused that.
They're lying on a rug in the open air, under the shade of a large eucalyptus tree, and Calum doesn't know when he's been more happy. Stephen has just made love to him for the past hour, teasing him to the brink and back again multiple times. His hands and mouth can take Calum to places he's never been to and he feels both exhausted and elated at the same time, knowing that he's been well fucked and probably looking like it too.
"And they said I'd never be any good at outdoor sports!" Calum quips, making Stephen laugh into his neck before he starts moving, trying to push up off of Calum, still panting as he does. Shit, Calum thinks, he really did rock his world just then.
"No, don't move," Calum begs, running his hands up Stephen's arms, feeling the tremor of the come down in his muscles.
"Okay, but I have to warn you a girl scout troop comes through here every day..."
"Shit!" Calum shouts trying to push Stephen off him but he's held down by the man's bulk.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! We can stay here forever if you like," Stephen's eyes are soft and his voice even softer as he looks down at Calum lying in his arms.
"I'd like," Calum replies equally softly. The suns rays are dappling on his lovers shoulders, making his hair look like a halo above him. "You know I was really nervous about coming up here this weekend."
"Oh?"
"But it turns out I had no reason to be."
"Good. So we can go away again together sometime?"
Calum tries to play hard to get, "Maybe..."
"Ever been skiing?"
"Not really."
"When was the last time you were in the Barossa Valley?"
"Never."
"London? Paris? The Amalfi coast?
Calum shakes his head, "Try the Gold Coast about seventeen years ago."
Stephen settles himself down on one elbow, his fingers playing in Calum's hair. "Calum, Calum, there's a whole word outside Freedom Street. I'd like to show it to you if you'd let me?"
"But first..." He says, pausing to kiss Calum on the lips before getting up, "...We swim! Come on!"
Stephen leaps up, grabs a couple of towels from the bag he's brought with them and starts jogging off through the trees, entirely naked, his enthusiasm infectious.
"I'll be right there!" Calum calls, watching him scamper off with a huge smile on his face. He grabs his mobile out of the same bag and, rolling onto his stomach, begins dialling.
~~~
Michael's mobile rings beside him. He's resting in bed, reading a magazine, and he leans over gingerly to answer it.
"Guess what I'm doing!"
"Rubbing pink stuff all over the nettle stings you got when that dingo chased you through the woods?" Michael guesses, secretly pleased to hear Calum's voice.
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Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
