Adam closed in on Lucas from behind and instantly the warmth of his bare, downy chest closed in around Lucas’s bare back, and Adam’s arms coiled around Lucas’s waist, pulling him in securely as he leaned in to nip gently at Lucas’s right earlobe. Lucas blushed and hid his face under Adam’s chin.
“Good morning, sunshine,” said Adam.
Lucas made a whimpering noise that suggested embarrassment, his face still hot.
“I was worried when I woke up,” said Adam.
“Why?” said Lucas.
Adam leaned his head down and nudged against Lucas’s cheek with his nose, planting a gentle kiss there on his burning cheek. “Because I woke up and you weren’t there.”
Lucas gave a gentle laugh. “I wasn’t far, just enjoying the sunrise.”
“That’s not very fair,” Adam said gently into Lucas’s ear in a voice that suggested an erotic playfulness, sending shivers down the back of Lucas’s neck and warmth down his spine, “You were trying to enjoy it without me.”
“I-I,” Lucas stammered, losing his breath, “I d-didn’t want to wake you…”
“Well,” breathed Adam into Lucas’s ear, “I hope next time I can wake up to a kiss from the most beautiful man I know…”
Lucas turned away from the rising sun and nudged his way under Adam’s chin, burying his nose in Adam’s neck, feeling the soft hair of Adam’s chest brushing against Lucas’s own mostly bare chest, and wrapped his arms around Adam, who enclosed Lucas with his own warm arms. “Adam…” he breathed against Adam’s neck.
“Yes, sweet boy?” said Adam gently, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through Lucas’s hair.
“Let’s go back inside…”
“Are you cold?” Adam said with a smile.
“No, not as long as you’re here,” Lucas closed his eyes and breathed deep of Adam’s scent: a little bit of sweat mixed with soap and something else… something remaining from last night, something that smelled of passion and sex and the scent of a lover.
“Don’t you want to watch the sunrise, beautiful?” said Adam in a gentle, warm voice.
“I’d rather watch you…” whispered Lucas, running his hands down Adam’s strong back and slipping them into the waist band of his trousers, feeling the muscles of Adam’s buttocks begin, and elliciting from Adam a quiver that he could feel behind Adam’s downy stomach pressed against his own.
“You really are insatiable, aren’t you?” Adam breathed into Lucas’s ear, in that voice that again suggested romance, a cadence that made it sound like Adam was up to no good and he knew it, and was proud of himself.
“Please,” Lucas breathed, one single word combining with the whole of his body as he pressed his waist, and the hard erection there, against Adam’s waist and felt something stiff prodding back at him.
In a moment Adam had swept his hands down and lifted Lucas from his feet, holding him like a child as Lucas wrapped his arms around Adam’s neck and began kissing him fervently, and with the precision of one carrying something delicate which must not be broken, and the haste of an impatient lover, Adam whirled around and carried Lucas back into the tent, and pulled closed the entrance way behind him, the morning sunlight not reaching through the folds of the doorway and touching the young men who lay grinding against one another, kissing as though the night had never ended.