A/N: Hello again everyone! Here we are again.

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"Shit! Kendall, get over here!" I stared in disbelief at the sight in front of me. "Hurry!"

"What? What is it?" He ran out of the house and down the dock where I stood. "Holy shit."

"Yeah." I tilted the fishing rod up so he could see the fish wriggling at the end of the line.

"You caught one."

"I caught one." I repeated. We'd been at the cabin for five days already, and I'd spent an hour or so every afternoon fishing. So far, I'd caught nothing but a plastic shopping bag and some lake weeds.

"You're amazing!" Kendall said as he grabbed me, lifting me off the ground in a bear hug. "This is perfect. I was about to start on dinner. We'll save the steaks for tomorrow. Tonight, we'll have whatever kind of fish this is."

"Careful." I said, and Kendall set me back down. "It took me almost fifteen minutes to catch a goddamn fish from this lake. I'll be pissed if he gets away." I looked at the little creature squirming on the end of the hook. I hadn't thought this far ahead, and now that I'd actually caught something, I had no idea what to do with it. "What do I do now?"

Reaching out, Kendall grasped the line. "Reel it in a little. I'll grab him."

Kendall removed the hook, and I felt like the king of the fucking world. We'd both tried for years, but as the fish squirmed in his hand, flopping desperately around, images of the time Stephanie's niece made us watch Finding Nemo three times in a row flashed in my head. That scene with the fish gasping for breath on the dental tray suck out in my brain, and before I could think too hard about it, I grabbed the fish from Kendall's hands and tossed it gently back into the lake.

He laughed. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, man."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't do it. 'Fish are friends, not food.'"

Kendall laughed again. "You're insane. Well, steak it is, I guess."

"Steak's better anyway."

He shook his head as he turned for the house. "Come on, then. You can help me cook."

I grabbed the fishing rod and box and followed him inside.

He was already in the kitchen by the time I got inside, pulling ingredients out of the fridge and arranging them on the counter. I stood almost dumbfounded in the doorway, watching him for a minute. He moved through the room with an easiness that came from years of familiarity with the space.

Kendall had always been a better cook than almost anyone I knew, and since he'd been hired with the fire department, he'd only gotten better. Nights cooking for large groups of people made him expertly skilled, and my stomach rumbled thinking about him feeding me.

"Are you gonna stand there staring all night, or are you gonna help?"

I stashed the fishing supplies in the closet and joined him. I stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, my fingers splayed across his stomach, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "What are we making?"

"We're gonna starve if you're planning on groping me while I'm trying to cook."

"That's what you get for cooking shirtless. Do you really expect me to keep my hands off?"

"Good point." He turned in my arms and tore my shirt off over my head before walking me backward, pressing me up against the fridge.

"Cold." I hissed.

"I can fix that." His hand bracketed my cheeks as he leaned in to kiss me. I opened for him, letting him take what he wanted. Nobody made me feel this alive, this desperate. Everything felt new, like this was the first time I'd been kissed or touched. I couldn't get enough. He'd made me come more times than I could count, but there was still so much we hadn't tried.

He moaned into my mouth, his hands pinning me hard against the smooth metal, and I whimpered when his cock slid against mine through the fabric of our shorts.

Breaking the kiss, he tilted my head to the side, sucking and licking along my neck. "Can't fucking stop touching you." He murmured against my skin, a wave of heat rolling through me.

"Don't have to." I managed, pulling him tighter against me and grinding my hips against his.

Since the first night we spent together, we'd been all over each other, exploring and touching, and I was wearing so many of Kendall's marks, there wasn't a body part left he hadn't branded.

Stubble burn was becoming a real problem, but one I was happy to ignore. Nothing mattered but being with him, and when he dropped to his knees in front of me, my heart stopped.

"Kendall…"

"Quiet." He said, unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them down, letting them pool at my ankles. "And don't move."

I couldn't move if I'd tried. I was frozen in place, my body locked in stone. It was a fantasy that had played out so many times in my head that I wasn't even sure it was real until Kendall's breath huffed against the oversensitized skin of my erection.

He hesitated, pausing a beat too long.

"Kendall…" I exhaled hard. "You don't have to."

"I told you to be quiet." He looked at me, one eyebrow quirked and and a smile playing at his lips, but underneath that, I could see he was nervous.

I carded my fingers gently through his hair, and for a split second, his smile faltered. "And I told you that you don't have to."

He blinked slowly and the grin was back before he reached forward and took my cock into his mouth.

I hissed at the sensation of it, warmth and wetness surrounding me unexpectedly, and my head fell back against the fridge. I only paused for a second before looking down again. I didn't want to miss a second of this-wanted to sear the sight of my best friend sucking my dick into my brain to keep forever.

Kendall swirled his tongue around the head, sucking hard enough for me to really feel it before bending forward and taking almost all of me.

Just as abruptly, he pulled back, gagging.

"Ken-"

"For the love of Christ, Jay, I'm okay." His tone was colored by frustration, and when he caught my eyes with his, he softened. "I want to do this for you. I just don't know…" He shook his head, and with renewed determination, he gripped the base of my shaft and slowly took me into his mouth again.

Kendall's uncertainty tempered the buildup, teasing me with the languidness of his movements. My body wanted to surge forward, to bury my cock down the back of his throat, to paint his tongue with my release, but my mind wanted to draw this out forever, to make it last for hours.

Even as the thought filled my brain, I knew there was no way that would happen. No matter how slow Kendall took this, the knowledge alone that he was the one doing this for me, that it was him wanting to make me feel as good as I did, it was too much. That knowledge alone was enough to push me right to the edge almost the moment he touched me.

I held back for as long as I could, my fingers wound loosely in his hair as he bobbed with intention, until it all became too much. The pleasure was too overwhelming, and I gave in, unable to hold my orgasm back any longer.

In a flash it hit, and Kendall stilled, swallowing everything I gave him before he pulled back and stood, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. I moaned, still so turned on it hurt. Grabbing his shoulders, I turned him, pinning him to the fridge this time.

But when I made a move to sink to my knees, he pulled me back up and kissed me again. "Later." He said, sending shivers through me. "I have plans for you after dinner."

"You'd make a great caveman, you know." James said, hands on his hips, observing as I bent over the light the kindling.

"Caveman, huh?" He grinned at me, one eyebrow cocked, and the second I moved toward him, he took off running. I sprinted after him, my feet falling hard on soft sand, but I caught up to him in no time. Grabbing him, I spun him around and threw him over my shoulder in the fireman's carry I'd performed a thousand times at work. "I think you're right. I'd make an excellent caveman."

"You've got the carry down to an art. You gonna drag me back to your cave? Except I don't think cavemen had access to lighter fluid and BIC lighters."

I carried him back and set him down on the sand, holding him for a second longer than I needed to. "Give me a little credit. I'm an incendiary professional. I could light a fire with anything."

James rolled his eyes, and I laughed. It felt so good to be with him like this, just the two of us, no pressure, no worries, building a bonfire on the edge of the lake. We'd hauled a couple of driftwood logs over to sit on, and the fire was already starting to blaze beneath the metal grill James had placed over it for cooking. The sun would be down in a few minutes, and all in all, it was the perfect ending to the perfect ending to the perfect day.

"You wanna grab the food from inside and I'll get set up?"

"Sure. Be right back."

I watched him as he walked toward the house, his shorts slung low enough on his hips that I could see the curve of his ass as he walked. It was a fucking beautiful sight, and I wondered how I'd ever missed seeing it before. All those months we'd spent up here-and hell, even back home-and I'd never fully appreciated him.

He bounded back down the steps a minute later, everything we'd need for our cookout balanced in a mixing bowl.

"I think I got everything." James said, setting the bowl down."What do you need me to do?"

I pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Sit and look pretty. You already fucked up our chances of eating fresh fish for dinner. I'm not gonna let you fuck up our chances at steak."

"You think I'd throw it off the dock?" He teased.

"Who knows what you'd do?"

He rolled his eyes at me but sat, perching himself where I could see him on one of the logs. I set about to cooking, only partially distracted by him watching me.

I'd never noticed before the way he did that, or maybe he'd always held himself in check around me, but now, James' eyes on me had my cock twitching in my shorts. His gaze alone was enough to set my skin on fire.

When dinner was ready, we dished up and sat in silence, letting the sounds of the forest do the talking as we ate. There was nothing quite like a meal outside, especially one that had been cooked over an open flame.

Nothing beat this, and I knew the second we got back to the city, I'd miss this place.

"Done?" James asked, eyeing my plate.

"Yeah, thanks." He took mine and piled it with his, then tossed both paper plates into the fire.

"Time for s'mores?"

"You're still hungry?"

He shook his head. "You don't have to be hungry to eat s'mores. You'd think this was your first campfire."

I laughed. "You're right. S'mores sound good."

"Great. You gotta make them, though. They taste better when you do it." James grinned and stood, grabbing one of the roasting sticks where we'd leaned them against the logs.

"Stanley, no!"

The words echoed over the lake, and seconds later, a giant ball of fur came bounding across the sand, sliding to a stop with his nose firmly planted in the bag of marshmallows. Before I could figure out what kind of dog I was looking at, his owner was right there, grabbing him by the collar and gently pulling him out of the food.

"Sorry." He said, panting a little. "Stanley's getting up there in years, but his sense of smell hasn't deteriorated a bit." He looked between us, and recognition dawned over me the same time it did him, apparently. "You're the guys from the pub the other night. James? And Kendall?"

"Oh, hey." James said. "Good memory." He grabbed the marshmallows and hid them behind his back before grabbing the box of graham crackers. "Can I give him one of these? Probably a little better for him than the marshmallows."

"Sure, go for it. He'll be your best friend for life."

I resisted the urge to assert that I was James' best friend for life. It was ridiculous and stupid that I was annoyed this guy was back. I'd blame the feelings on the alcohol if there had been any, but I only had my own ridiculous psychology to blame for this. It made no sense, but I felt threatened by him, and all I wanted was him gone so James and I could spend the evening alone together.

"You wanna sit? Kendall makes a mean s'more."

James shuffled over, and to my dismay, Dak took him up on his invitation, perching himself down right next to James on the log.

"Well, I've never been one to turn down a s'more."

Begrudgingly, I grabbed the stick from James and pierced the end through the marshmallow, in my head imagining it was Dak's testicle. The flames had mostly died down on the fire, and the embers at the bottom were the perfect spot to roast.

"How's your thesis coming along?" James asked.

Dak shrugged. "Not that great. It might be too quiet out here to get anything done. Stanley's been enjoying himself. I have too, I guess. It's a nice break away from everything, and I've got some time to finish it, so I'm not stressing too hard yet."

"You like grad school?"

Dak laughed. "Sometimes. Sometimes I think I was an idiot for ever deciding to do this at all, but I think it'll be worth it in the end. I'm throwing around the idea of become a professor, and without an advanced degree, there's no way in hell that's happening."

James nodded. "I've been thinking of going back to school. I don't have a clear picture of what I want to do yet, though."

"You could do anything." I told him, holding the perfectly roasted marshmallow over to him so he could sandwich it between the graham crackers and the chocolate. "You're the smartest person I've ever met."

Dak smiled and looked between us, then took the s'more James offered him. "You know, he's pretty convincing. And if you do want to explore your options, the advisors are a great place to start. Or you could pick my brain. I'm always up for a little academic discussion." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to James. "Put your number in there and I'll give you a call sometime next week. We can set something up if you want."

"That'd be great." I watched as James put his phone number into this strange guy's phone and hand it back to him. I wanted to toss it in the lake.

Dak stood and brushed the crumbs off his legs. "I'll leave you guys to it. Stanley's sense of smell might be perfect, but his eyesight isn't what it used to be. I should get him back before it gets too dark."

"Marshmallow for the road?" James asked, holding out the bag.

Dak waved it off with a smile. "No, thanks, though. It was nice running into you guys again."

"You too." James said, and Dak gave one last wave goodbye before he and Stanley set off down the beach.

"That was nice of him." James said once Dak and Stanley were out of view.

"Yeah, a little too nice. Who goes out of their way to help out a perfect stranger for no reason?"

"Uh, you do."

I looked sideways at him. "Technically, I get paid to do that."

"Oh, please. You'd do it anyway, even if there wasn't a paycheck at the end of the week." He said as he shifted closer.

"You want me to add another log, or do you wanna go in soon?"

He took a deep breath in and let his head fall to the side. "I don't know. Both?"

I looked at the fire, the coals smoldering in the center of the pit I'd dug. "I'll grab a blanket, and we can sit a little while longer."

"Yeah. That sounds good."

There were still two days before we had to head home, but I could already feel the brevity of our time left hanging over my head.

I bounded up the back steps and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. It was the same blanket we'd used to build pillow forts when we were eleven, the same one we'd sat on while we watched Gramps set fireworks off over the lake on the Fourth of July. I carried it back to the fire, shaking it out as I got close and wrapping it around James and me as I took my place next to him.

It wasn't cold, but there was something comforting about being wrapped up with him like this.

"I still can't believe you gave that guy your number." I said, staring off into the distance to where I imagined Dak was sitting right now pining for James.

"Why? He was being nice."

"He was not being nice. You've been out of the game a long time. Actually, you were never really in the game, so maybe you don't know how this works, but that guy was making a pass at you."

James barked out a laugh. "He was not 'making a pass' at me."

"Oh, that guy was one hundred percent making a pass at you. You couldn't see it because you're so innocent and naive, but it happened."

"He's probably not even gay, and even if he was, I'm not interested."

I wanted so badly to ask why, to hear him say that he was only interested in me, that I was the only guy he ever wanted to be with, but I stopped myself.

"Know what I did see, though?" James asked.

"What's that?"

"You acting like a jealous asshole."

I feigned shock because I was so fucking jealous I was ready to rip that guy's head clean off his body and chuck it in the lake.

"You're so full of shit." James said, knocking his shoulder with mine. "But you know what? I kinda liked it."

I grinned at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I pulled him closer. "Then I can tell you that I don't want him touching you. Only me. I wanna be the only guy who knows what it's like to kiss you."

James smiled, looking happier than I thought I'd ever seen him, and that look went straight through me. It pierced my heart, imprinting itself on my soul, and I didn't think I'd ever forget what he looked like right then.

Turning his body toward me, he wound his arms around my neck, hitched one knee up over my hip, and kissed me. I could taste the sweetness of the marshmallows and chocolate from earlier, still on his breath.

"I think the fire's died down enough now." His voice was quiet, rough. "Let's go to bed."

My heart hammered as I led him into the house.

Done! So, we got more of Kames this chapter as their time at the cabin begins to come to an end. We also got another appearance from Dak, who many of you guessed would show up again.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!

I'm so glad that you all enjoyed last chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed this one as well!

Until next time!

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