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we can move to the car,” Dex offered.
    “No. No, I trust you. I do.” He wasn’t a coward. He wasn’t.
    Dex kissed him for that, long and lingering, distracting him again from the crash and boom outside their tent. He hummed, licking lazily around Dex’s lips. Dex turned him so they were face-to-face instead of spooning, making it easier on his neck.
    “Don’t think I’m a coward,” Kent whispered.
    “I don’t.” Dex rubbed their noses together.
    “Promise?”
    “I swear, Kent. I think you’re an amazing man, and I won’t stop, okay?”
    “I just… the lightning wigs me out a bit.” He stayed close in, snuggling with Dex.
    “I’ve always loved storms. Unless I’m actually in the water. Then they freak me out.”
    “Oh man. I bet.”
    “But like this? Curled up with a sexy man and rubbing all sorts of things together? The storm makes this more intense.” Dex kissed his temple.
    “I don’t feel sexy right now, but thank you.”
    “I bet I can change that.” Dex had a purely naughty grin.
    Kent would take that wager. “What do you want to bet?”
    “Blow jobs.” Dex hadn’t even hesitated.
    Kent chuckled. “Good thing I know about those.”
    “I know you do. It’s kind of a thing for us gay dudes.” Dex’s eyes twinkled at him.
    “Are you sure? I mean, penises. Eww.” He loved this. Loved playing with Dex.
    “I know, eh? All hard and velvety soft at the same time. So hot.” Dex wrinkled his nose.
    “You forgot swollen and drippy.” Kent was good at this game.
    “Uh-huh. So there should be plenty of incentive to win the bet.”
    “Except that means staying scared and wigged out.” Which was infinitely less fun than blow jobs.
    “I’m willing to go sixty-nine if I win,” Dex offered.
    “If I can get it up, me too.” Kent snuggled in, laughing at the pair of them. “We’re dorks.”
    “We’re dorks who haven’t noticed the last few lightning strikes and thunder.”
    “Maybe the storm is passing.” Still, he knew Dex was right.
    “And maybe I was right. Maybe I know just how to distract you.” Dex tugged him closer, and while he saw the next flash of lightning, it didn’t startle him.
    “Ditto or good. Something.” He loved how their bodies fit together.
    Dex laughed, bringing their mouths together. The kiss was sloppy but absolutely lovely. He’d never met anyone who liked to laugh as much as he did.
    Dex rolled him over onto his back, the kisses becoming deeper, with more intent. Oh sweet. So sweet. Kent opened up, let himself enjoy it. Dex’s cock hardened against his hip and belly, so hot.
    He reached down and palmed Dex gently.
    “Mmm. Love your touch.”
    “Thank you. It’s easy to touch you.” Kent loved it.
    “Good. I want you to touch me a lot.” Dex kissed his neck, his throat.
    The soft kisses felt amazing—a mixture of heat and tingling.
    “Going to make love to you,” Dex whispered.
    “You do that well.” Hell, they didn’t have to be having sex at all for that.
    “Because I like doing it. Because you make me want to make you feel good.”
    Kent did enjoy that genuine sweetness, the fondness that they were building.
    Dex’s fingers danced over his ribs, slid to his abs. They tightened, and when Dex tugged the tiny hairs there, Kent moaned.
    “I love the sounds you make. I feel like such a stud.” Dex tugged his pubes again.
    “You are. You’re like a Greek god or something.”
    “Careful, you’re going to make my head swell.”
    Kent had to laugh, had to. “Is that my cue to say that’s not the only thing that’s gonna swell?”
    “Nah, that other thing is already swollen.”
    The laughter started again, filling the air and fighting the sound of rain.
    Dex licked at his left nipple, sucked on it. The sensation was odd, the heat and suction making him groan. Then Dex blew and his nipple drew up tight from the sudden cold. His body was on overload, and he knew he could feel anything, any amount of pleasure. And the heat from Dex’s